#moral dilemma

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hi! if you're still taking requests. can you do a noncon smut with jungkook? with things like forced impregnation / baby trapping 😳

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test your morality (jungkook)

jungkook's morality is tested when he's woken from his unconscious state to find you - his best friend - bound before him. @sweetempathprunetree @momnomnom @darkuni63 @chimmy-licious

word count: 3.610

warning: yandere tendancies, dark themes, non-con/dub-con moments, smut, humiliation/degradation kink, bondage, shock collar, crying, sadism, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk,

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Your tears stream down your face rapidly - so much so that it reminds Jungkook of a streaming river. So hot and fresh and full of emotion. 

Jungkook loves you. You & he are best friends. He could date back years - decades - in which you and he had sat side by side. 

You were there when he had scraped his knee while playing tag in kindergarten. You wiped his tears away, saying that it was okay for boys to cry after he was being teased for it.

Jungkook had been there for you, as well. You had gained enough courage to attempt to befriend a group of girls just for them to laugh right in your own face - he was scolded for throwing mud on them, but it was worth it.

First crushes, first kisses, homecomings, proms and graduations - you and Jungkook dealt with it all. 

The summer after High School graduation was one of his favorites. You two were young and free, having no worries in the world. College began and though you and he couldn’t hang often, you still found time for him just as he did you.

Now you and Jungkook are adults, both the age of 26. You are grown now, having “adult” jobs and responsibilities. 

Jungkook loves you - his best friend. He’d do anything for you and he knows you’d do the same for him. Even in such a cruel world, you found someone that you loved and loves you (not as much as he loves you, but it was close enough). As his best friend, you deserved it. 

This is why now Jungkook was feeling terrible. It’s a feeling that’s deep in the pits of his stomach - his soul. A feeling that no one should ever know - a dark desire that anyone would keep a secret.

You once told him that to truly know someone, you’d have to know what turns them on - what makes them cum. You were going through a spiritual journey that time and he brushed you off with a nervous laugh.

You were Jungkook’s best friend. He loved you dearly. You didn’t want to know what turns him on or what makes him cum - especially when it had you involved in it. 

The feeling is terrible, Jungkook notes. You’re crying, whimpering and twitching. Your throat had to ache - he’s positive of it. Your neck is bright red, veins pulsing as you pant. Your cheeks are puffy as flushed. As you pant, your chest heaves.

You.

You were Jungkook’s best friend.

Jungkook hates himself right now. He hates how tight his jeans feel at the sight of you. He hates how his breathing is increasing along with yours, mouths slightly agape. His eyes dart from your crying, frightened face, to your twitching body.

Jungkook swallows.

The room is bright - not naturally bright, but overwhelmingly. Jungkook panics at first, not recognizing his scenery. The room is completely white, the floors and walls both being tiled. There’s a television in the far corner of the room and beside it a sealed door. 

“Kookie…”

Jungkook’s head snaps to the sound of the voice. His blood runs cold.

“Y/N…?”

Jungkook shudders, shaking his head. He stands from his fetal position, trembling.

You are bound across from him on the tiled floor. Your ankles are free, but your wrist aren’t. They’re tied directly behind you.

Your clothing is limited and he notes that it’s something he hasn’t seen before. You’re sporting a plaid skirt that stops directly mid thigh and a button up white shirt, only it exposes entirely too much cleverage. 

“What’s going on…?” Jungkook murmurs. He doesn’t remember any moment that would lead the both of you in this room. “Y/N, are you okay-“

“Finally.”

Jungkook flinches at the sudden voice - a staticy robotic tone. 

“You two are up. Hello Y/N, Jungkook.” The voice continues. “You two don’t know me and I barely know you. In that case…let’s test your morality.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” Jungkook roars. “Let Y/N go-!”

You scream - a high pitch scream filled with anguish and pain. Your eyes are wide, bulging out your eye sockets and instantly, tears drop. 

Jungkook racks his mind for what’s going on - then it clicks. Within the last year there’s been a string of unsolved cases. Some were murders of missing people, others were found alive but severely injured and mentally drained. Police wanted to keep the details out of the media so they could focus on finding the person, but what did make it to the media. All of the victims that were alive had stated the person wanted them to “test their morality”.

It was then that Jungkook realized that you were wearing a collar - a shock collar. He feels idiotic for not recognizing it sooner - it’s thick and appears like a belt.

“Repeated shocks can often lead to drastic changes in the heart and respiration rate.” the staticy voice speaks. 

Jungkook clenches his fist, swallowing thickly. He forces everything in him to tear his eyes away from you. He inhales and exhales - he recalls the many times he and you would do the breathing exercises. “Count to ten while breathing” you’d tell him. 

“What is it that you want?” Jungkook sighs. “Y/N doesn’t deserve this.”

“Doesn’t she?”

There’s silence on both ends. Jungkook slowly turns back to you to find your blurry eyes already on him. His breathing hitches.

“I mean…” the staticy voice comes once more. “...after all, she’s nothing but a whore.”

“No she is not.” Jungkook shakes his head. 

“You don’t think that, Junkook.” the voice counters. “I may not know either of you on a deeper level, but I know well enough of how you really feel for her.”

Jungkook feels his heart pound erratically at the choice of words. 

“Entertain me, Jungkook. Or can I call you Kookie. Y/N does.” the voice offers a low laugh. “It must be so terrible always being second in her eyes. Women never realize who’s really right in front of them.”

“Shut up.” Jungkook grits his teeth.

“Knowing that you’d been there for her for years and she found another man to satisfy her?”

Jungkook scoffs.

“You should be thanking me, Jungkook. Entertain me now and I’ll let you two leave.”

���You’re sick!” Jungkook hisses. 

“And so are you.”

Jungkook flinches when you scream once more, this time your body erratically jerks. Jungkook scurries your way, grasping your shoulders - just as he does your screaming stops. You’re crying once more, the same drastic tears as before. 

“How does it feel, Jungkook?” the static voice questions. “To see the woman you love completely helpless for you…crying such lustful tears. Completely bound for you to use.”

No.

No.

Jungkook shakes his head slowly - he doesn’t want to hear your whimpers any more. He doesn’t want to look at your tearstained face - he feels terrible enough about the tightening in his pants. 

“I can see the fucked out look on your face. Your eyes are so dark, Jungkook.”

“Shut…up.”

“You look like such a predator.” the static voice begins to laugh again. “Poor Y/N is your prey, isn’t she? So defenseless and submissive for you. Crying for help.”

Jungkook’s hands clench your shoulders gently. He fights everything in him to not look into your eyes, but he caves. You’re silently sobbing, sad eyes on his.

“Y/N is your best friend, right? You love her?”

Jungkook nods his head, his eyes never leaving yours. “I do love you, Y/N.” he murmurs. “I don’t know how to help us right now…”

“Always coming to her defense. You’re like a savior in her eyes.” the static voice speaks. “What are you willing to do to keep her safe, Jungkook?”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head. You begin to cry once more. “P-Please, Kookie!” you sob. “I-I don’t want to feel that pain anymore, I-I-”

“Stop crying, Y/N.” Jungkook places both of his hands upon your cheeks, thumb wiping away your tears. 

“I want to test your morality like I do with all my players.”

“What…do you want?” Jungkook grits. He doesn’t want you to be in any more pain than necessary - he doesn’t want to continue to feel the sick pleasure of it. He wishes for whatever Gods above to strike him down right now for such impure thoughts.

“I will let Y/N and you go in about an hour.” The television flashes to a clock as it begins to countdown. “Within that hour, you can either entertain me or…I can use that collar to my advantage. For the entire hour.”

Jungkook shushes you as you begin to cry out for him, trembling.

“E-Entertain you how?” Jungkook sighs in defeat. “Just don’t hurt her anymore!”

The static voice hums. “I want to see just how much you love your friend, Jungkook. I want to see just how much you truly would do anything to protect her - even if it was to use her for your own sick pleasure.”

Jungkook swallows. 

“I want…to see what makes you cum, Jungkook.”

Jungkook can hear his heart through his ears. He clenches his eyes shut to try to get rid of your frightened expression - but he cannot.It plagues his mind and he hates himself for it - hates how your screams cause goosebumps onto his skin. How it appears melodic, a beautiful tune for his ears to hear.

“I trust you, Kookie.”

Jungkook snaps his eyes open and it’s as though the room grows silent. He stares at you - did he hear you correctly? 

“Y/N…” Jungkook isn’t convinced. He doesn’t trust himself around you right now - or that you know the true meaning of the words you’re telling him. 

“I don’t want to be in pain anymore, Kookie.” you cry with a head shake. “I-I can’t-”

There’s another bloodcurdling scream coming from you. Your head shakes from side to side and your back arches.

“Okay, okay, okay!” Jungkook screams, head turning to the large television to the high cameras in the ceiling. “I’ll do it. Just stop hurting her!”

Your head falls back with a low sigh. Your chest rises and falls. You look utterly defeated, babbling incoherent words. 

“I’m sure you don’t need any help with getting erect.” 

Jungkook can hear the tone in the static voice - it’s teasing him. Taunting him. It’s fueling his point of how sick Jungkook was - even in such a dire time like this. Here you laid bound in pain, begging for him for any form of comfort.

Jungkook shudders.

“It’s getting boring to watch, Kookie.” the voice quips. “The clocks are ticking. If you don’t do something soon…” The threat is empty, but it doesn’t need to be stated. If Jungkook doesn’t continue, you would continue to be shocked. You already appeared to be in between consciousness, in such great pain. 

“Y/N?” Jungkook murmurs. He leans close to you, his forehead pressed against yours. “I don’t want you to hate me…I  would never hurt you.”

You don’t respond to his words with your own. Your eyes are fluttering, barely able to remain open.  You’re groaning and that tells Jungkook that you’re still conscious - not fully succumbing to the harsh treatment of the shock collar.

Jungkook presses a kiss to your forehead. He exhales, allowing his hand to travel from your shoulder to your hips. He swallows. “I promise not to hurt you, Y/N.” he murmurs. He ponders if you can hear him - you don’t appear to be fully coherent.

“Tick. Tock.”

Jungkook looks up at the camera, a glare on his face. He leans away from you with a shake of his head. 

What Jungkook is doing is wrong. He doesn’t want to do this to you - not while you’re in between consciousness and dealing with such pain. He doesn’t want this to change the friendship you gained throughout the years. He was able to contain his emotions for you for this long - he was sure he could contain it forever if it meant you’d be safe.

But now you weren’t safe - Jungkook wasn’t able to keep you out of harm's way. You were entangled in such a horrible situation because of his dark fantasies.

The only way Jungkook could bear ever doing this to you was to believe that he was doing this for you - for a good cause.

Jungkook’s hands travel to your skirt, tangling them in the hem of it and he begins to pull them down. His breathing becomes heavy as he does so. It feels scandalous to see you in such a way. 

You were always so beautiful to Jungkook. Even as you grew from a girl to a teenager, he made sure to tell you how beautiful you were. When you went through the phase of not loving your body, he assured you that you were amazing the way you were.

It was because Jungkook was your best friend and he loved you.

Your skirt is off, legs falling limp as he removes it fully. His hands gently touch the smooth skin of your legs, admiring how soft to the touch they were.

“You’re still as beautiful as you always are, Y/N.” Jungkook’s pressing kissing to your neck now, holding your body close to him. Only soft grunts are your responses, but Jungkook tells himself that you’re enjoying it - he needs to in order not to feel disgusted with himself.

“I told you I would always protect you…and I promise I’ll do just that.”

Jungkook is now removing your underwear - they were cotton and black, a regular basic pair. They drop besides you, discarded just like your skirt.

Jungkook shudders once more. His mind is screaming that this was wrong - you were his close friend. You trusted him to always keep you safe. If there was someone you trusted, it was Jungkook.

But then there was the devil on Jungkook’s shoulder that screamed at him - that he was doing this for you. He was doing this to keep you safe and out of pain. You would thank him later when you and he survived this. But for now, he had to do this.

Such impure thoughts were what drove him to lick your clit. You aren’t fully unconscious - you react with a strain grunt that excites him. He’s licking and suckling onto your clit, appearing like a lustful fool. His fingernails dig into the skin of your thigh to keep you in place, head bobbing side to side as your juices coat his tongue.

Jungkook’s sanity is slowly losing. There’s no wetter you could be - but yet, he cannot stop himself from spitting on your already swollen clit and lapping it up with his tongue.

Jungkook thinks about the amount of times he had masturbated to you dating back to his teenage years. How he wished it was you when he was with other women; hookups or girlfriends. 

Jungkook removes himself from your wet clit and inhales deeply. His eyes are dark and full of sinful lust. You appear more coherent than before, but do not form any words. He lifts himself to look at you fully. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N…baby.” Jungkook fumbles with his pants. “We’ll get through this, right? You’ll still love me after this.”

Jungkook allows his cock to spring from his underwear. His hard and thick, twitching to be inside of you.

“Of course you’ll love me. You’ll always love me.” Jungkook places the tip of his cock and slaps it against your clit. He rubs it, pure ecstasy. “You’re already so wet…I know you love this just as much as I do, baby.”

Jungkook rubs the tip of his cock against your clit, the sight utterly filthy. You’re so wet and warm and willing - so perfect for him. This was a sacred moment for the two of you; two lovers.

Your boyfriend wasn’t someone Jungkook took entirely seriously. You had a few that were never good enough - this current one being the longest relationship. Yet and still, he could never have what you and Jungkook did. 

Jungkook enters himself inside of you, head swinging back to loudly groan. You were just as he always imagined. Wet, warm and tight. The two of you connect like a perfect puzzle piece.

Jungkook was becoming far gone. He grasps your thighs and pushes them apart harshly, picking up the pace. Your juices are dripping out of your pussy, coating the floor. The sounds of skin slapping echoes off of the tile walls.

“I waited so long, baby.” Jungkook moans. Your body hits against the cold floor with each thrust, appearing to bring you back to a conscious state slowly. “I know you love it, Y/N. You’re so wet for me.”

Jungkook leans down to wrap his lips in yours. His thrusts only become more rough. His mind flashes for a few moments, replaying your screaming and terrified face as you were being shocked. 

Jungkook releases your lips to release a deep groan.

“K-Kookie…”

Jungkook’s eyes widened at the sound of his name. “Y/N, baby…” he grunts. With each thrust he swears he goes deeper. “I love you so much, baby. You don’t understand.”

Your eyes begin to open, but they have a hard time focusing on anything around you. 

Jungkook leans back to look at you fully. Your shirt was disheveled, your breast falling out. You were moaning those beautiful moans for him, mouth agape.

“I can have you all to myself now, baby.” Jungkook places his right hand onto your lips, gripping it. Your eyes widen slightly, trying your best to look directly at him instead of past him. “We can be the family we talked about when we were younger.”

Jungkook cracks his hips at an alarming pace. He feels the way you clench around him so heavenly.

“Remember when we were in first grade and I said I’d marry you?” Jungkook chuckles darkly. “That we’d have two kids - a boy and a girl?”

Jungkook releases his hand from your mouth to clench your breast. You begin to heave with the new found air he supplied you.

“Now we can have our baby…” 

Jungkook places a thumb upon your clit and rubs. He would allow you to cum - it wasn’t fun if you didn’t cum along with him. 

“...and it can be just you and I until then…”

You’re twitching, tears falling down your cheeks. You were overstimulated, but that was okay. Jungkook loves you - he was pleasuring the woman he loves. This was a powerful moment for the both of you, a true bond between two lovers.

“I’m cumming, too, baby.” Jungkook leans down to capture your lips. His thrusts are sloppy but his stamina doesn’t decrease.

With how good you’re clenching around him, Jungkook doesn’t last long. He’s twitching, aggressively groaning into your lips.

The room is quiet once again and it takes Jungkook around five minutes to move away from you. It was as though the dark cloud leaves and the light shines through - the consequences of his actions.

Jungkook eyes you once more. You’re awake, eyes open and now staring right at him. You aren’t speaking, and neither is he. He feels the familiar pit in his stomach - the self pity and hatred.

“Congratulations on surviving…” the staticy voice booms through his ears, but Jungkook cannot take his eyes off of your blank expression. “...I have disabled Y/N’s collar. You are free to remove it.”

You don’t move as Jungkook goes to remove the leather collar. It’s heavy as he drops it beside you. Jungkook places a gentle hand onto your cheek, sad eyes staring into your own. “Y/N…”

“How do you feel, Jungkook?” the voice asks. “Was it worth it?”

“Please let us go.” Jungkook’s voice cracks. “You got the satisfaction you wanted.”

“As did you.” the voice retorts. “Such a passionate scene. The first time I actually saw someone act so lovingly towards a woman.”

Jungkook sniffles. He goes to dress you once more, making sure your shirt is completely covered before he does the same to himself. 

Jungkook wraps both arms around you, bringing you close to his chest. He doesn’t want to cry - he has to be strong for you. “Please, Y/N.” he begs. “Don’t be upset with me.”

Jungkook is stiff when he hears quiet sobs. Your shoulders are jerking in his embrace and all he can think to do is hold you tighter.

“The door is open. Always has been.” the voice says. “If you would have checked first, you’d see that there was a key right onto the table outside for her restraints.”

Jungkook’s head snaps to the cameras. “What…w-what the fuck is this?!”

“I wanted to see how far you’re willing to go to live out your fantasies.”

Jungkook holds you tighter. He shakes his head.

Jungkook didn’t know. The voice had to be lying. There was no way the door was unlocked - he was trying to break him. There was no way he would leave you alone in this room while restrained - you were screaming in such agony that he would’ve done anything to relieve you.

Right?

“You can thank me now. Y/N knows how much you love her.” there it was - the same taunting tone in the speaker's voice that mocks him. “You are free to go. Like stated, the door was always unlocked and I am nowhere near you two to do any harm. The key to her restraints are just outside the door. Congratulations again on surviving and allowing me to test your morality, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s blood runs cold at the words.

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Moral Dilemma

Your morality is tested at a monthly family dinner that gets interrupted by two masked men. @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @babycandy111 @chimmy-licious

Word Count:7.317

Warning: yandere themes, dark themes, smut, coercion/dubcon/ violence, blood, multiple character deaths, stalking, slight gunplay, oral (f receiving), spitting, dirty talking, fingering, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, creampie,

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The drive to your parents home was a long one - about an hour from your apartment in the city. It was a drive you dreaded taking. Not because of how far it was, but because you knew who you’d be seeing upon entering. 

Your mother was someone you loved dearly, but was someone you’d rather keep at a distance. She was the type to constantly ask about your love life, wondering when you’d be married and have children. A career didn’t matter to her if there was a man wealthy enough to marry and settle down with. The amount of times she stated that you’re wasting your youth on working in a useless field and should look into marrying could be counted on both hands. 

Your father was the boastful type - he bragged about any and everything he could. His cars, houses, business - it all. You couldn’t fault him, however. He claimed that he had to start from the bottom and work his way up, but even he was someone who looked down upon your choice to work instead of using your privileged last name.

With two parents came four children, you being the second youngest. Your elder brother was the first to follow in your fathers footsteps and take over one business. He was married and had no children yet much to your mothers dismay. 

Your older sister was who you bumped heads with constantly - a carbon copy of the mother you shared. She hadn’t worked ever and had taken your mothers advice and married a close friend of the family - the age difference is a bit alarming, but you didn’t dwell on it often. 

Your younger brother and final child was a breath of fresh air. He had not yet been corrupted by your parents' views thus far and was only a freshman in college. He opted to stay on campus unless he had to come home - like today. Only he and you were the most distant to the rest while remaining close to one another.

Your call pulls into the large estate and you release a deep sigh. You were the last to arrive, familiar cars in your line of vision.  You pull next to your eldest brother's silver ferrari - a gift from your father when he graduated college. You contemplated slamming your door against his to chip the paint, but decided against it. You and your brother had no real issue - but you still held a grudge when he laughed at a joke your sister had said one day, completely embarrassing you in the process. 

Your heels clicked against the pavement as you made your way up the stone stairs. You were greeted with a wide smile of one of many workers that night - the oldest worker your parents hired decades ago.

“Sofia.” you bow to the older woman who does the same. “WIll you be joining us for dinner tonight?”

Sofia shakes her head, her eyes shining with amusement. “I never do. I will be making my leave shortly.”

You giggle. “I could only hope you’d stay.” was your response. 

Every monthly dinner your parents hosted always ended in a mess. Your sister and you bickering with one another, your mother having one too many glasses of wine while your father became enraged in a conversation about politics with your older brother. 

The estate is quiet upon entering. You made sure to come around this time. Dinner would soon be done and all you had to do was have dinner, mingle a bit for your younger brother, and then leave. 

You wished your boyfriend was here with you. It would make things easier for you. You could make an excuse to even leave earlier because he was with you - next time hopefully.

You remove your heels at the door and make your way down the hall to the dining area. Your nostrils are filled with the scent of dinner and your stomach churns. Your father was an amazing cook, much to outsiders' surprise. You recalled many times he would cook and give your mother the credit - she was the type to burn water.

You enter the large dining room. You noticed the table has changed - the dark brown wooden table changed to a glass one, surrounded by off white chairs. It makes the room brighter as the chandelier above it illuminates throughout the room.

“Well, it’s about time.”

Your mood soured at the voice of your sister. 

“How long were you planning on making us wait for you?”

Your eyes glance her way. She wore an annoyed look on her face. Your older brother had been munching on a piece of bread, not sparing you a second glance. 

“You’re the only one waiting for me to eat.” you say, noticing even your younger brother chewing. You took the seat besides him, patting his shoulder as you did so. 

Your sister sucks her teeth, but she doesn’t respond. 

The food is displayed in the center of the table and you waste no time in making your own plate. The last time you ate was this morning with your boyfriend and decided to skip lunch so you had room for dinner. 

Conversation erupts throughout the table, you and your younger brother deciding to speak amongst one another. He spoke about his college classes and the parties he attends - everything you know due to social media. He speaks fondly of a person, making sure not to be too loud for listening ears to hear. He breezes past the word he before flushing and changing the subject - all you could do was smile.

“Where’s your boyfriend?”

And of course, that voice speaks once more.

“Where’s your husband?” you retort.

“Not tonight.” your mother says warningly after your older brother snorts. She takes a sip of her wine and you want to repeat her words but bite your tongue.

“I wasn’t the one who said I would be bringing someone.” your sister takes a sip of water and raises her brows. “Now, where’s this boyfriend of yours?”

Her tone doesn’t go unnoticed. She thinks you’re lying about your boyfriend- you’re aware. You don’t feel the need to post him on social media and vice versa - the most you did was introduce him once during a facetime call with your younger brother, but that was all. Your older brother never pried into your life and you didn’t want to hear your mothers constant questions of marriage.

“He has to work.” you shrug.

“Sure.” your sister takes a bite of her steak.

You blink your eyes away to your mother who’s already staring at you. 

“Hopefully we’ll meet him next time.”

You remain silent. You weren’t going to engage in yet another argument with her like she desired. You decided on picking up your fork and sinking your teeth into the steak.

“If he exists.”

You drop your fork harshly. It slams against the glass plate.

“Not again.” your older brother murmurs. 

“What the fuck is that suppose to mean?” you hiss at her. 

“You supposedly have been dating someone for almost a year.” she shrugs her shoulders. “But we never see him.”

“Why would I bring him here?” you retort. “So you can continue to be a bitch?”

“Oh, I struck a nerve.” she giggles. “I’m not the one lying-”

“Lying?!” you snicker. 

“Y/N has nothing to prove to any of us.” your younger brother defends with a roll of his eyes. “He does exist. I met him.”

“Oh, really?” your sister leans forward interested. “So did the both of you share details on your boyfriends?”

Your hands clench while your younger brother stiffens. 

“That’s enough.” your older brother hisses, raising his hand in front of your sister. “You’re going too far.”

“What does she mean boyfriends?” your mother slurs and now you’re ready to pounce on your sister for her slick mouth. 

“Nothing.” you, your younger and older brother say in unison. “I think we should just eat in silence.” your older brother grumbles. 

“As do I.” your father quips.

“Your daughter,” your sister points to you. “is a liar. And your son,” she points to your younger brother besides you. “is gay.”

Your father stops eating while your older brother sighs.

“You can’t have anyone else be happy, can you?” you stand to your feet with a shake of your head. “What the fuck-”

“Y/N it’s okay.” your younger brother murmurs, but the soft tone indicates that it wasn’t okay in the slightest. Even if there was speculation on his sexuality, your mother was in denial and constantly asked him of girlfriends or flings that he was just end up lying about going on dates with the girls she’d set him up with. Luckily, said girls were kind enough to hold up the lie.

“Yes, Y/N. It’s okay.” your sister shrugs. “You can admit that you don’t have a boyfriend and we can all accept our baby brother for who he is.”

“Are you that miserable with life?” you ask. “Does that husband of yours not please you enough that you want to come here and fuck with everyone else lives? Or is it because he’s going broke?”

The table grows silent at the new revelancing. Your sister reddens with embarrassment, her hand clenching the glass of water in her hand.

“Is that true?” your mother slurs.

“Yes, it is.” you giggle, taking your seat. “Tell us how your dear old husband has filed for bankruptcy.”

Your older brother widens his eyes at you with a head shake. He was the one to tell you after he had heard mumblings from his own group of friends - the both of you laughed at the irony. Your sister had gloated that she married rich while already being rich - and now look where that got her. 

“You sit around and try to make our lives hell because yours is.” you spit at your sister. “You fucked an old man for money just for him to end up broke.” you shake your head with another laugh. “I’m sure father would let you move back in. Just ask.”

Your sister stands, slamming her manicured hands against the table and before she can scream at you, she falls back.

The glass window directly behind you shatters. Particles of glass dance off your skin. The room erupts in screams and cries. Your eyes blink open and widen at the sight before you. 

Your sister is bleeding, clutching her shoulder. Blood pools out from, coating her hands and staining her shirt. 

Your older brother is the first to respond. He grabs a cloth and places it against the wound, a loud cry erupting from her throat. 

“W-What the fuck?” your younger brother is in shock, unable to move from his seat. Your mother is crying and your father is patting his pockets for his phone. “We have to call the police-”

Another shot rings out, this time louder. You grasp your younger brother and fall to the ground, watching in horror as your father falls to his knees. He clenches his stomach, blood oozing out of him, as well. 

Your eyes swell with tears, mind racing with confusion. You’re unsure what to do to help, completely frozen with fear. You hold your brother against you tightly, afraid that he would be the next one shot. 

From beneath the table, your eyes catch dark leather boots. You're paralyzed with fear at the sight of two pairs of feet rushing forward. You hear another shot ring out, your older brother wincing. His body drops to the ground while he begins to bleed. The bleeding wound is on his shoulder similar to your sisters, but the next one is right between his eyes. 

“Please! D-Do you want money?!” your mother cries, her arms wrapping around your deceased brother.

You are the next to scream. The glass table is flipped, shattering against the marble floor. Your brother holds onto you tighter, but only for a second. He’s being ripped away from you and now it’s your turn to plead.

“N-No! Take me! Just leave-”

A black gun is placed against your brother's head. His eyes are closed while soft tears are spilling out of his eyes. You’re afraid to move or speak for his sake.

The masked man is tall. He sports a completely black attire with an all white chilling mask that hides his eyes. 

The masked man’s partner sends a shot to your mother and her crying stops, but you’re unable to look her way. The eyeless holes of the masked man before you paralyze you in fear. 

“P-Please…” you begin to cry. Your father whimpers behind you while your sister is crying behind the masked man. Your older brother and mother are dead and you don’t want your younger brother to follow suit. “W-We have money…just don’t hurt him. W-What is it that you w-want?”

You gasp when the masked man slams the handle of his gun against your brother's head. He falls to the ground limp. “He isn’t dead.” the second masked man says from across the room, voice muffled. “Yet.”

“P-Please don’t kill us.” you begged, bowing lower to show your mercy. Your hands rest above your head and you feel the broken glass of the window pinching your skin. 

You scream once you feel your hair being tugged. The masked man in front of you forces you to your feet. You don’t want to look the man in the face - the white emotionless mask frightened you. You’re unsure who these men are and what they truly wanted with you. You assumed money - your father being well known as wealthy and your family name was just as out there. But did they have to kill you all one by one to get money? You would have given them anything in the home - fine jewelry, expensive art pieces and furniture and more - if they allowed your family to be unharmed. 

You stiffen when you feel the cold gun against your lips. The masked man taps it a few times. Your heart jumps out of your chest when you realize what he’s expecting of you. You open your mouth slowly, shuddering when you feel the gun slide between your lips.

The masked man turns to face your sister who’s watching with wide eyes. Her clothing is stained with her own blood and you’re unsure how long she’d last until she passed out due to her injuries.

The gun slides deeper inside your mouth. Your eyes close, breathing hitching. You’re unsure if he’s doing this to scare you - because it’s obviously working - or a way to defile you even further.

The gun is removed from your mouth. You hear footsteps begin to kick up. Your eyes blink open to find the second masked man grabbing your sister and hoisting her up. “W-What are you doing?!”

Your sister hisses at the harsh treatment as she’s being rushed out of the dining room. You want to follow her - to reach out and help her, but you can’t. The masked man is in front of you, dark eye sockets on you.

“Y/N.”

The sound of your name being heard by the masked man causes you to shudder. You’re shocked - goosebumps roaming your body. Did the man behind the mask know you? Your family? You do not recognize the voice even if it is muffled behind the mask nor do you recognize the stature of his body. 

“You know my name.” you murmur. You begin to think that maybe this is someone that was wronged by your family - a long list that would possibly take all night to go over in your mind. “D-Do I know your name?”

The masked man is silent for a moment, so much that you’re unsure if he heard you.

“Do-”

“I heard you.” the masked man interrupts. “No, you do not.”

You hands begin to tremble. That doesn’t tell you who he is, what he wants or any motives. You not knowing who is was didn’t mean that you didn’t know you and your family - or if he was ever wronged by them. 

“I can tell you’re thinking so hard.” you stiffen when he brings up a gloved hand to touch your cheek. “You’re wondering why we’re doing this. Why am I here before you?”

The man is touching you so softly, his gloved thumb rubbing along your cheek. You want to sob at his actions..

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

Your breathing hitchens when his hand slides down to your neck and he takes a single step closer to you. Your mind is screaming at you, alarm bells are ringing. 

“You’re afraid. Understandable.”

The gloved hand drops back to its side and he tilts his head. 

“Who are you?” you whisper. As much as your heart beats for an answer, you’re sure that you’re afraid to find out. What if you saw his face and knew exactly who he was - then what? What would he do to you then upon knowing his face and name? “There must be something you want from me?”

The masked man moves slowly. He removes his gloves and drops them upon the floor effortlessly. He’s young - you can always tell the age of a person by looking at their hands. They appeared soft and young. Fingernails trimmed and cleaned - you snap your eyes away and into the eyeless sockets. 

“I do want something from you.”

“Money?” you ask hopefully, even if in your heart you’re sure that if that's what he wanted, there would be a robbery instead of blatant murder. 

“I have more than enough money. Especially in my profession.” you hear a tint of amusement in his muffled tone. “Down the hall to the right, there’s a bathroom, correct?”

Just who the hell was this man and how long had he been following you - and your family?

“Yes.”

“Lead the way.”

It’s a command. Your eyes lower to your younger brother’s unmoving body, surrounded by broken glass and splattered blood. 

“He'll remain alive.” the masked man says. “You have my word.”

Somehow, his word didn’t mean much - but you decided that if you did as you were told that you, your sister and brother would remain alive. Just as long as you sacrifice yourself.

You sauntered down the quiet hallway to the nearest bathroom - a large room with high ceilings and a whole wall dedicated to a large mirror. You can feel the man close behind you. As you open the door for the both of you, he’s quick to close it behind him. 

“Turn around.”

Another command. You do as you’re told, unsure what the masked man wants from you. Your beating heart has a clue.

As you turn, your eyes meet his - not the socketless ones of the mask. Dark brown eyes laying upon a smooth, young face. You feel hot with embarrassment when your eyes don’t blink - they continue to stare. His hair is dark and shiny, a single strain hanging on his forehead while the rest didn’t appear out of place in the slightest. His lips are pink and full, moisturized just as his skin.

You didn’t know who this man was but the sight of his catches you by surprise.

“My name’s Hoseok.”

Hoseok.

Hoseok.

You didn’t know a Hoseok.

“Hoseok…”

Hoseok is a bit easier to read when his mask is off. His eyes widen only for a slight moment at you repeating his name. 

“Please, Hoseok.” you’re frightened to the core. This man is a killer along with his partner. Your mind can only wonder what in the world he’s doing with your sister. “W-Whatever you want. I can give it. Just please don’t hurt my brother and sister.”

You hear Hoseok sigh. He shakes his head with a low tsk. “You are so naive, Y/N.” he places a hand upon your cheek once more. “So caring. But that’s what I love about you.”

Your eyebrows knit together.

“I’ve known you for over a year now.” Hoseok begins. “I watched as you went to work each day even if you’re worth millions. You lived in a condo in the city - smaller than what you’re accustomed to.”

Hoseok’s thumb outlines your lips. 

“Every now and then you would visit your brother and spend the day with him. You would also hang out with your boyfriend when he wasn’t cheating.”

Your eyes blink a few times at his words. Cheating?

“Of course you didn’t know.” Hoseok hums. “But I do. He’s been cheating on you for months now, baby. Dye red hair with split ends. Name’s-”

“Bella.” you murmur, the short description as all you needed. “His-”

“Best friend.” Hoseok finishes. 

You look away from Hoseok.

You want to feel sad about your boyfriend's cheating, but you are beginning to feel numb. In normal circumstances, you’d possibly cry at how naive you were - clueless. You should have seen this coming long ago by just how close Bella and he were, but you didn’t want to appear insecure bringing it up to him.

But again, you aren’t as sad as you want to be. You had lost three members of your family thus far and your sister was hurt while your brother knocked unconscious. 

“You’re not like them.” Hoseok’s voice drags you back to reality. “You aren’t as horrible as them.”

“They didn’t deserve to die.” you quip. 

“Your father has done some fucked up things in the past. Your brother following in his footsteps.” Hoseok twirls a strand of your hair between both his index and thumb. “Your mother was just a nuisance. I know how much she put you down for not being like her.”

Just how much did Hoseok know about you and your family?

“You and your brother are the only hope left.” Hoseok murmurs. “The only two that aren’t far gone.”

You shake your head slightly. 

“Even your sister is far gone.”

“Please-”

“Ssshh.”

Hoseok’s finger lifts to your lips to hush you. 

“Turn around.”

You feel Hoseok’s hands upon your shoulders as you face the mirror. His eyes watch yours through the reflection.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

“So are you.” you murmur, the hot feeling coming back. You’re unsure what Hoseok’s true intentions were, but his admission told you that he knows more than enough. And you had already seen what he is capable of.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N.” Hoseok says. “You don’t have to say anything to flatter me.”

“I’m not.” you swallow. You happen to think Hoseok was an attractive person - if you would have met him under other circumstances, you would be swooning. It’s difficult to ignore the elephant in the room even if the man is attractive. 

Hoseok offers a smile. You ponder just how someone who appears so innocent and nice could be a killer - you wonder what he and his partner truly was. Hitmen? Assassins?

Hoseok’s eyes never leave yours, not even as his hands lower to touch along your neck then to your collarbone. 

“How did you…find me?” you’re unsure of the word to use.

“A client.”

You inhale.

“I’m sure you know what I am by now, baby. Hitman?”

You exhale. Your conscience was right. Someone had hired him to do this to your family.

“I was paid to kill your family.”

Hoseok’s words replay in your mind. All you can think about is how he managed to do so - your mother, father and brother were already gone. By Hoseok’s words, your sister will be next. 

“Taehyung and I are not monsters. We killed those we saw fit.” You feel Hoseok’s body press against yours, radiating warmth. “We take on these jobs as hitmen, but we make sure those who are paid to kill are worth killing. Your brother and you…are not.”

You blink. It feels sick to feel satisfied that he had no intentions on harming you and your brother - as the rest of your family lay dead. 

“We take money upfront to do the job. We kill the client if we feel as if the target does not deserve death.”

You swallow when Hoseok’s hands begin to lower. His hands halt upon your chest and right above your heart. He feels it thump.

“Are you scared of me, Y/N?” Hoseok questions. 

“You said you weren’t going to hurt me.” you respond to him. Your head leans back against his chest, eyes never leaving him in the mirror. 

“You have my word. You and your brother are safe.”

You gulp.

Your father was dead, as was your mother and brother. Your sister - if she was still alive - was going to be soon. You had nothing left to lose besides your own life and that of your brother. Hoseok has been following you for a year now and knew everything - there was no escaping him.

Maybe if you gave him what he wanted, you could keep your sister alive. 

“Is she still alive?”

“Your sister? For now, yes.”

You nod your head.

“What do you want from me, Hoseok?” you had a clue. “What happens after all of this?”

You watch his expression change. He hasn’t thought about it that far as of yet, you note. 

“I don’t want you to fear me.”

“I won’t.”

“I don’t want you to leave me, either.”

You feel Hoseok press himself even tighter against you. 

He inhaled deeply. There was no escaping Hoseok. 

“I won’t leave you.” you murmur. “There isn’t anywhere for me to go. You’ve had eyes on me for a long time.”

Hoseok again smiles. He places a kiss against the back of your head and inhales the fresh scent of your hair. “I knew keeping you alive was a good choice, baby. You’re smart and kind. You actually care about people.” His words are sinister and they replay in your mind. You ponder when Hoseok actually thought about keeping you alive and what you’ve done that had his decision forming. You feel uneasy thinking about how he has been watching you this entire time and you never felt his presence. There was never a time in the last year that you felt eyes upon you - or if anyone was following you in the slightest.

In the end, there was no escaping Hoseok - so you wouldn’t even try.

“Do you want me, Hoseok?”

Hoseok is a dangerous man - him and his partner. Taehyung was his name; a name you didn’t recognize, either. He was hired to kill your family by an unknown person or organization - he followed you for over a year now and knows your routine. He became infatuated within that time. The reason you were truly unsure of, but you could use this to your advantage. Though you do not truly understand what Hoseok wants in the end of all of this - a romantic relationship or just sexual encounter - you were determined to do it. To stay alive through it all - maybe you could convince him that your sister was even worth saving.

You turn to face Hoseok, placing your hands against his chest. “Do you want me, Hoseok?” you repeat, your voice lowering to a murmur. Your hands rub up his chest to his shoulders. He’s solid, stiff shoulders jolting as if you sent a bolt of electricity through them.

“Y/N…?” Hoseok murmurs, his hand touching yours as it reaches his cheek. “...do you want me to kill your boyfriend?”

You try not to react to his question. Slowly, you shake your head. 

“Do you still love him?”

You don’t want to anger Hoseok. In a way you did love him - you assumed the love was reciprocated. In hindsight, you should have known the love he had for someone he considered a friend would be stronger.

“It would gather suspicion if my brother, sister and I survived this and then he died, don’t you think?” 

Hoseok hums. Your words don’t go unnoticed by him - you were trying to keep your sister alive with everything you had in you to offer.

“I suppose you are.”

It’s insane to think Hoseok is a hitman. You would consider such a beauty of a man to be literally anything else - a model or an actor of sorts. You wondered what his partner looked like and if he was just as beautiful.

“I’ve watched you for a long time, Y/N.”

Your hands were becoming sweaty, nervous on where this was going to go with Hoseok. 

“You said you aren’t afraid of me, right?”

You nod your head, but even Hoseok knew this was a lie. You stand before him and it would appear that you were fearless, but your eyes were glossy, having cried all the tears you could. You were shuddering with each breath you took - but you were a determined woman and this is one of the reasons he adored you. You were so selfless in a family full of selfish individuals.

“Okay.” Hoseok grasps the hand from his cheek and presses a firm kiss upon it. “Then there shouldn't be any secrets.”

You’re positive Hoseok can hear your heart quickening.

“I’ve watched you for so long. I’ve been in your home as you slept. While you showered.”

Hoseok’s eyes watch the shock go through your expression, even if you didn’t want to look it. 

“I stayed and viewed the way you’d touch yourself at night. Your moans were so lovely, pure. A raw reaction from someone who thinks they’re alone. But you were almost never alone, Y/N. I always followed you.”

Hoseok’s free hand grabs your waist. He pulls you closer to him and it’s painfully obvious that he’s excited about recanting the times he’s watched you touch yourself.

“But as I watch, Y/N, I think how deep down you knew someone was there. You would always display yourself willingly for me, widen your legs in my direction and put on a show just for me.”

It’s then that you feel Hoseok’s hand glide down and it’s now gripping your ass. 

His words cause you to feel hot - humiliated. The thought of you not being alone while you touched yourself is horrifying enough.

And even more horrifying that his admission causes you to clench your legs.

“I often speculate just how wet you’d be wrapped around my fingers. How you’d taste. Feel.”

Hoseok becomes more touchy, allowing your hand to fall from his cheek so he can bring you even closer to him - how was it possible? You had no idea. 

The room begins to feel ever hotter, Hoseok radiating such warmth. His lips bury between your neck and he leaves open mouth kisses upon it. 

“Would you give me a taste, Y/N?”

You were positive that you’d end up in Hell right alongside Hoseok. Your body shouldn’t be reacting this way to a man that has been hired to kill your family - especially when said man has admitted to stalking you for a good amount of time now. The bodies of your family lay dead and unconscious in the next room - who even knows what Taehyung is doing to your sister now.

“Y-Yes.”

Hoseok chuckles, a dark look in his eyes. He’s quick to push you deeper inside the bathroom and hoist your body so you’re sitting upon the sink. He’s quick to remove your pants, not being gentle in the slightest. 

“Red’s a scandalous color.” Hoseok murmurs, a hand coming out to touch the wet patch right in the center of your panties. “You’re so wet, dripping all over the place. I’m sure I could slide right in now if I wanted to.”

Hoseok slides your panties to the side, his eyes fixed on your clit. You want to cover yourself at how intense his stare was, the hot feeling of embarrassment running rampant through you.

You gasp when Hoseok dives right, his tongue laying flat against your clit. It catches you by surprise even if it shouldn’t have. His tongue flicks your clit hungrily - he’s been waiting for this moment. The countless times he had watched you so closely as you touched yourself, he could only lick his lips and take in the moment. 

Now, Hoseok could revel in the fact that he had you right where he wanted you. 

Hoseok lifts his lips from your lips to spit upon your clit before diving back in. He suckles upon your clit, his hands pushing down onto your thighs.

You bite your lips to dead the moan threatening to release.  Your thighs shake with the forbidden pleasure, your mind going blink. You cannot recall the last time you’ve been eaten out by a man - your (now ex) boyfriend didn’t exactly enjoy doing it.

Hoseok lifts once more, pushing your panties to the side further. His eyes dip up to meet your hooded ones, licking his lips from your sweet taste. 

“How does it feel, Y/N?” Hoseok murmurs his question, hand slapping your clit. You jolt, gasping at the sudden action. “You’re dripping all over the place for me.”

Hoseok slaps your pussy a second time, then a third, then fourth. He doesn’t stop until you’re shuddering beneath him and even wetter than before. It’s sinister to be here beneath him - your sister in the next room bleeding out, brother unconscious and selfish family members deceased. 

“You like what I do to you, don’t you, baby?” Hoseok chuckles, dimples showing and eyes sparkling with lust. He inches his index and middle finger inside of you, thumb pressed against your clit. “You’re not as innocent as I thought, huh?”

Hoseok begins to thrust inside of you. It’s evident now that he was a dominant person - the kind that’s always in charge. He doesn’t give you any mercy, fiercely pumping. 

Hoseok hovers upon you, his eyes bouncing between your dripping pussy to your face. He groans, the idea of ruining you shoots deep within him and down to his core. 

“H-Hoseok, please-”

“Shut up.” Hoseok hisses, voice deepening. He removes his fingers from inside your shortly just to slap your clit once more. You scream out at the loss of pleasure and the sudden sting. Without much warning, he enters his fingers inside of you once more, continuing his hellish pace. “I don’t want to hear you make a sound, Y/N.” Hoseok hisses, leaning down to come face to face with you. “Understood?”

The dominant type was what Hoseok definitely was. At first glance, you would assume he was a nice person. His smile was bright and it reached his eyes, appearing an innocent everyday man. But he was hired to kill your family and now - after doing so - you allowed him between your legs.

You were destined to go to Hell, especially when you nod your head at Hoseok’s command.

You bite your lip and allow whatever moan to subside. Your eyes are fluttering shut, hips jutting. Your head leans back, pussy clenching around Hoseok’s fingers.

“I thought you were going to be a difficult catch.” Hoseok’s breath is hot against your face. “Thought I was going to have to force you to obey me.”

A moan releases from your throat unwillingly and you whimper at the act, knowing that you had gone against Hoseok once more. 

Hoseok hisses, shaking his head. He removes his fingers and a slap rings across the bathroom. You open your eyes to look at him and Hoseok could only chuckle - such eyes filled with lust. You were truly a vixen, the perfect match made for him. 

“Since a whore like you cannot listen.” your eyes watch Hoseok mess with the belt of his pants. You swallow, stomach churning in anticipation. “I’ll have to fuck the submission into you.”

Hoseok’s big, but you don’t have the chance nor time to marvel at the sight of him. He’s already forcing his way inside of you - but you’re so wet that it isn’t an issue entering.

Hoseok’s hands slap against your lips, roughly pushing you back and against the wall. His eyes, dark and filled with lust, bore into your own. He begins to thrust, pace fast and brutal. 

“I though…fuck - that I’d have to force you to obey me.” Hoseok continues his speech. You can hear his clear as day, even with his grunts and the sound of wet skin slapping together.

“But you were a good little whore for me, Y/N. You did obey me.” 

You could only swallow, breathing intensified. 

“Just how,” Hoseok groans deeply, eyes blinking. You were so tight and wet - clenching around him lovingly. “J-Just how I knew you would.”

Hoseok releases his hand from your lips to clench both of your hips roughly. He continues his pace, eyes fixed on your pussy coating his cock. 

You were going to cum, angered that you couldn’t scream out like you desired. Deep down, however disturbing it was, you enjoyed the control and dominance this man had over you. His hand that once fell over your mouth still feels warm, as if it was still there.

“You’re finally mine, Y/N. All mine.” Hoseok growls, thrusts sloppy. His mind flashes with the many ways he could claim you; control you. “Mine to fuck, mine to pleasure, mine to control.” Hoseok’s fingernails dig into your skin. “You’d like that, huh?”

Your head is nodding, breathing hitching. Your eyes squeeze close and it’s only when your cheeks feel wet do you realize you’re crying. Now you’re sure you’d be humiliated once the deed was done.

“You’re crying.” Hoseom chuckles. He leans down, tongue licking at your tear stained cheeks. “So pretty when you cry. So…so submissive for me.” Hoseok lips trail from your cheeks to your lips. He presses a firm kiss to your lips, hips slowing their pace, but they’re still deep and rough.

You’re cumming, creaming Hoseok’s cock like the submissive girl you were for him - tightening so much so that he can’t help but do the same. His mind flashes - he can’t wait until he has you in all the ways he wants. Tied up, begging for him. Maybe even he’d allow you to take control some days - he wanted it all.

“What is he doing to her?” your sister asks Taehyung, bullet wound wrapped. She leans against the wall of the kitchen. “This wasn’t part of the plan.”

Taehyung doesn’t respond, only glancing the girl's way and snickering. The mask lays on the ground and he’s checking his watch upon his wrist.

Taehyung himself was growing impatient, having accompanied Hoseok to this job. It was about three months prior that Hoseok had come to him about the job. He had stated that he followed a girl - you - for nearly a year at that point. He spoke of you fondly, called you pretty and stated that you were different from your sister and the rest of the family. 

“Can you not hear me talking to you?” your sister hisses, clenching her fists. “I’m paying good fucking money-”

“You haven’t paid us fully yet.” Taehyung interrupts, voice deep and laced with annoyances. “Don’t think we haven’t done our own research.”

Your sister gulps.

Every hitmen had their own desired price, Hoseok splitting the large amount with him. Half was due up front and the other would be due after the deed is done - Taehyung knows well enough that your sister was broke. Her husband had gone bankrupt and seemingly all she had left was a wealthy last name with no money to show for it.

However, killing your entire family and you being the sole survivor would garner her a large sum of inheritance and fame. She once bragged that she could even write a book about the situation - being the sole survivor of a hit put out on her family. She even instructed them to make sure she was hurt in the process.

“I just want to make sure everything happens smoothly.” your sister murmurs, eyes glancing away. 

“Putting a hit on your entire family isn’t exactly something that can go smoothly.”

Your sister whips her head around to Taehyung, but her eyes meet yours. You appeared disheveled, hair a mess and eyes puffy. “Y/N-”

“You did this?” you murmured to her, Hoseok behind you. Taehyung, another beautiful man just as Hoseok, but you had no time to dwell, stood against the nearest wall.

“Why isn’t she dead?” your sister avoids your eyes and screams directly to Hoseok. Her voice cracks. “I-I..we had an agreement.”

“I may be a hitman, but I still have morals.” Hoseok responds. “If the people you want dead do not deserve death, then who am I to give it?”

Your sister shakes her head. She inhales deeply. “That’s not what we agreed on.”

You swallow, throat tight. It begins to ache and your vision turns blurry. Your heart aches just as your throat. The hit that was put out against your family was not one from a wronged employee, or someone that you barely knew. It came from inside the home. 

You and your sister had your own differences, but you would have never thought life would become like this.

“I thought you were dying.” you blinked away, voice dangerously low. “I was willing…” you scoff. It didn’t matter what you were willing to do to help your sister because in the end, you were never intended to get this far. If it was any other hitman besides Hoseok, you would have surely been dead. “...I gave myself to the hitman you hired in hopes he’d keep you alive.”

Your sister doesn’t meet your eyes - she refuses to. 

The thought of your younger brother being dead crosses your mind and fist clenches. 

“I want you to have the final decision if she lives or dies.”

Hoseok’s voice booms behind you. For a second, it was as if time stood still. Your eyes bore into your sister, and only now did she meet your eyes. 

“W-What?” your sister's voice drops and she attempts to step closer, but it’s Taehyung that raises his gun does she stop. 

 Your sister catches the way Hoseok’s hands land upon your shoulders, gently rubbing. She shakes her head. 

You don’t speak at first, eyes looking straight at your sister. It was her turn to cry, whimpering softly. This wasn’t part of her plan - she never intended on any survivors but her. You’re unsure how she planned for everything to come together - would she grieve you and your family? If so, would it be a genuine sadness or a fabricated one?

“My brother,” you say, head only turning slightly towards Hoseok. “would not be harmed?”

“You have my word.” Hoseok repeats the same sentence as he did in the bathroom. “You and him would always be safe.”

You inhale.

You never would have thought you’d be in a situation such as this - but how could you forgive her? Can you just let her go and come together a month from now at another family dinner? The thought alone was comical - what would stop her from just trying to kill you herself?

“How would my brother and I not be caught in this mess?”

Your sister clasps her hand over her mouth, holding in a whimper.

“Leave it to me, baby.” Hoseok squeezes your shoulders. “I’ll take care of everything.”

You take your eyes off of your sister and turn fully to Hoseok. He offers you a smile - a kind and genuine one. His eyes were warm and for a moment, you actually felt safe. As insane as it was, you believed his words. 

“Kill her.” you say to him. “I have to go check on my brother.”

You already told yourself you were going to Hell for what you’ve allowed Hoseok to do to you in the bathroom, but you solidified it as you strolled out of the kitchen, ignoring the cries of your sister followed by a loud gunshot.

#test your morality #bts smut #bangtanwritershq #btsmasterlist2022 #bangtan smut #btswritersclub #hoseok yandere #hitman hoseok #hoseok x reader #explicit-tae #btswriterscollective #btswritingcafe #moral dilemma #bts yandere #hoseok smut #halloween masterlist #trivia-yandere halloween masterlist

[anew-jackson]

okay imagine you talking up a trad shawty and she’s fine, big nose, sundress wearing ass, met her at church, says racial slurs, you feel me? but then you bring up your favorite tv show, which is of course the ever classic “Psych”, and she responds that her favorite show is family guy.. 😬.. wwyd?

#thought expirament #moral dilemma #life or death threat tw

[cyber-corp]

uninvited houseguest in my sink tumblr what do we do

#moral dilemma #mouse #gecko boy

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

-SK AU-

*the sk brothers crimes were revealed*

Person 1: they were the best guys around.

Person 2: what about the people they’ve murdered?

Person 1: what murder!

It is a moral dilemma.

Murder in the eyes of many is wrong.

But would their opinions change if they learned what kinds of people were being killed?

#answered ask #dca!serial killer au #serial killer duo #moral dilemma

[roseburning]

Why nobody talks about this?!

I never actually read the books so I might be wrong, but why the fact that James was a douchebag doesn't seems to affect Harry in anyway?

When I first heard of it I was excited, usually the dead parent of the chosen one protagonist trope is just a nice, sweet person who was kind and loved by everybody and that's the reason why their deaths was so tragic, after all, why do bad things happen to good people? (See Summer Rose from RWBY, Nadeshiko from Sakura Card Captors and even Lily herself as examples.)

But James is different. He's a mean bully and a sexual harasser. Maybe that's because he's male and all the examples I mentioned were females.

Considering that Harry spends so much time hating Draco for being a bully, why doesn't he have a identity crisis and a reality shock with the revelation that his own father was like that, if not worse?!

• I want to see Harry going through a moral dilema!

• I want him to question if his parents were really the good people he thought they were!

• I want Harry to start looking at Sirius in a different light, realizing that he's may not be who he thought he was!

• I want Harry to get himself mid thought trying to justify his father's actions and then try to apply that justifications to Draco's behavior, and then getting disgusted because nothing justifies bullying!

• I want to see Harry struggling to set a line between pranks and bullying.

• I want Harry to be afraid he turns out like James!

#anti marauders #pro snape #anti james potter #moral dilemma #James Potter was a bully #rewrite #character analysis #Sirius Black was a bully

[quiet-art-kid]

in honor of a dream I had that gave me an interesting moral dilemma

#Httyd books #ask #poll #moral dilemma #Hiccup

[usstrekart]

"Nothing Human" (S05E06, Stardate UNKNOWN) is a high water mark for Voyager. High concept Sci-fi, Ethical quandry and moral dilemmas all wrapped up together. All this and a solid guest performance make for a fantastic hour of Star Trek.

My episode poster has the starfleet medical Caudecus dripping blood, echoing the moral dilemma presented in the episode. Is the cure worth it if there is blood on the hands of the research?

#star trek fan art #star trek poster #star trek #fan art #star trek voyager #star trek art #episode poster #episode art #nothing human #starfleet medical #ethical quandary #moral dilemma

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Breaking Point

We've reached the point where I would definitively recommend reading the entirety of Doc's Misadventures before continuing beginning, of course with Touch Starved!

Warnings: Vague, cryptic warnings, moral dilemma over assassination, mild tension

WC: 4,385

“Squeeze it.”

“I am.”

“As hard as you can.”

“I am.” I didn’t try to hide the impatience from my voice nor the glare from my eyes as I stared down the medic before me, annoyance flaring at the way his lips twitched with disappointment. My arm trembled beneath my efforts, fingers clenched around the sensor measuring my grip strength, but I still barely managed half what my other hand could do.

“Let’s increase reps for your mobility exercises. The more you use that arm, the faster the”

“I know.” I stated flatly. The cybernetic implant reconnecting the severed nerves needed to be trained, which involved the limb floundering weakly for those first few days to relearn how to move, all the while struggling with the odd near-numbness robbing sensation from the back of my hand and stretching up toward my elbow.

I didn’t need them to tell me that, while it may get better, it was unlikely at this stage for numbness to fully recover. I didn’t need them to tell me that it was normal to feel frustration during the healing process, to try to celebrate each bit of progress made. I didn’t need them teaching me motions I’d taught countless others before fleeing my home world with Wolffe and General Plo. Despite my reminding them that I happened to not only share their profession, but that I specialized in rehabilitation, still they felt the need to walk me through every tedious step.

“Any change with your knee?” He asked after visibly preventing himself from rolling his eyes.

“Still stiff. Still aches. No signs of infection.” I answered dryly. I’d been through this every day for nearly two weeks, almost never seeing the same medic twice and growing more restless and impatient with each one. A short sigh escaped him before managing to restrain himself.

“Alright, you can get out of here.” He yielded, setting his datapad down, and I didn’t wait for him to change his mind before pushing myself to my feet, weight still primarily supported by my uninjured leg, and started quickly toward the door, barely pausing even as he called after me. “Same time tomorrow – no skipping out!” I brought my left hand up to give a mockery of a salute without bothering to look at him as I left.

“I hear you’ve been causing trouble with your medics.” The door had barely closed when General Plo appeared around the far corner of the hall, and my face instantly brightened.

“And here I thought you’d forgotten about me.” I teased, quickening my step.

“Never, little one.” The innate fondness in his soothing voice was a balm to even the bitter aftertaste of disappointment from my daily check-in, and I eagerly greeted him with a firm embrace, smile growing at the way his torso shook with that nearly silent laughter.

“You’ve been through quite the ordeal since leaving us.” He murmured, holding me for just a moment longer before, with a deep breath, stepping back, arms automatically returning to rest against his stomach, hands tucking in the long sleeves of his robes.

“It’s… been an adventure,” I admitted with a weary chuckle, “but worth every second.” The grin that pulled at my lips was tired and worn but free of even a whisper of hesitation. “Did you come here to visit or was this just a happy accident?”

“I thought I might accompany you for a time.” He turned to begin a leisurely pace through the too-sterile corridor. “I’ve received word that your squad is being sent to Devaron.” My stride faltered a moment as I moved to follow him, heart sinking at the very thought of them going on a mission without me…

“So quick to worry.” He hummed, and I could hear the smirk in his words. “My understanding is that this isn’t to be a typical mission.” He explained before I could respond. “It has been approved as a medical leave. While I am not directly involved, so know little more about it, I believe it would be a safe assumption that you are to be included.” My relief was palpable, and I didn’t need to see his eyes to feel the knowing look he shot me as I fell in step beside him.

“You’ve grown quite close to them.” He remarked.

“Being thrown from one near-death to another will do that do a person.” I retorted, earning a quiet chuckle. “We don’t have a fancy space wizard to save us if things go wrong, but… those men are amazing, Plo… Reckless… and cocky, but amazing.”

“That explains how you’ve fit in so well with them.” He teased, and I couldn’t still my laughter despite the heatless glare I sent him.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, General.”

“Of course, med’ika.” He relented with mock chagrin. Just as we neared the barracks door, he paused. The way he called my name sent a chill down my spine, and I found myself holding my breath as he spoke.

“You must take care on Devaron.” The way he said it, the deep worry tinting every word sent my heart racing. “I sense a great heartbreak… and I fear for you, little one.” For a short eternity, I couldn’t respond, frozen in the sudden terror of his cryptic warning. He let out a deep breath, sympathy and sorrow and affection coiling into that simple gesture.

The door opened before us. Hunter took a mere handful of steps into the hall before snapping into a salute.

“General.” He greeted, and Plo’s entire stature seemed to change without moving at all, instantly losing the overture of dread in favor of the gentleness I treasured him for.

“At ease, Sergeant. I was simply escorting a dear friend back to you.” When he turned to face me once more, I tried to offer him a smile in farewell, but I couldn’t shake the weight of his warning from my shoulders.

“May the force be with you.” I’d heard him speak those words countless times, but at that moment it felt like he was willing them into me, almost pleading for the ancient prayer to grant me some bit of luck or protection, and I couldn’t bring myself to even offer him the same in kind as he turned to walk away.

“Everything alright?” Hunter asked softly, attention shifting from me to the robed form retreating into the maze of halls.

“Um,” The sound caught in my throat as I finally turned to face him. “Just… wants us to be careful.” A tense quiet lingered for a few long seconds before he drew a sharp breath, arms crossing his chest as he looked at me with a disapproval that would have been concerning were it not for the humor lighting those eyes.

“You weren’t supposed to finish for another ten minutes.” He chided. “I was just coming to meet you. Something I should know?” Forcing my gaze to the man beside me, I let myself be infected by the simple glee in seeing the hint of a smirk on those plush lips.

“Yeah: I’m a medic.” I stated bluntly. “I can manage my own physical therapy.” He let out a sigh, vying for a reproachful glare but unable to rid that fond warmth from his eyes. Grinning, I walked the few steps past him into our room.

“You’re back early!” Wrecker greeted happily from where he lounged in a chair.

“Think they got tired of me correcting them.” I replied with a grin.

“That is unfortunate; their specialization in particular deeply relies on continuously furthering their knowledge.” Tech commented, not bothering to glance up from the datapad in his hand as he sat hunched over on his bunk.

“Were you correcting them or berating them?” I purposefully turned away from Echo’s skeptical gaze but couldn’t refrain from smiling at his chuckle.

Our barracks was already packed: wrappers from a half-dozen ration bars lay scattered amongst wrinkled sheets atop Wrecker’s bed, a collection of wires and circuits covered nearly every inch of the center table, and several of the storage crates seemed knocked askew from some recent bout of roughhousing, but each of their footlockers lay stacked beside the door. Stepping over a thick braid of cords crossing the center of the room, I tread to the thinly padded couch and sat heavily against the corner, instinctively stretching my leg out over the cushion beside me to straighten the stiff joint.

Crosshair’s absence was nothing new. It took only a glance to confirm the heavy case he kept his rifle in was missing, and I safely assumed he’d gone to the range for the meticulous pre-mission ritual of fine-tuning the deadly weapon.

“When do we leave?” I asked instead, though even that was relatively easy to guess, and I wasn’t surprised at Hunter’s answer.

“First thing tomorrow.”

There was a tenseness in the recycled air of the Marauder. Everyone seemed to speak just a breath softer, footsteps falling almost silently about the metalloid floors, and Crosshair seemed nowhere to be found. By the end of the second day, I found Hunter alone in the cockpit and slipped quietly into the chair beside him.

“You going to tell me what’s going on?” I asked, a subtle plea in the almost murmured words. He didn’t look at me for a long moment, those gold-streaked eyes staring blindly at the dance of blue and black beyond the viewport. His jaw tensed, teeth grinding slightly before letting out a slow breath.

“Officially, we’re en route to Devaron for your med leave… Unofficially, we’re being tasked to protect a visiting senator.” His lips parted, but he paused, stalling for even a few seconds more before turning to me. “We’re really going there… because intel discovered a Separatist agent – some new face trying to start a coup… They want Cross to take him out.”

I didn’t know how to react. Crosshair was a sniper, so such a task seemed obviously suited for him… but… this wasn’t a battle. There would be no driving threat of ‘us or them’ as both sides fought for their lives… This was an assassination. And, from the unease that had plagued the others since the moment we left, it was painfully clear that Crosshair was just as conflicted about the distinction.

“That’s why I haven’t seen him lately?” It was nearly rhetorical, but Hunter nodded regardless.

“He… gets quiet… withdrawn before… and after.” He barely breathed the words, and I could hear the guilt in them, the regret; the frustrating knowledge that this wasn’t the first time and wasn’t likely to be the last.

“Where is he?” I asked in that same fleeting whisper. His brows pulled together, just forming the beginning of a crease as he glared at some distant point past my hip. “Hunter… where is he?” I pressed, leaning toward him enough to rest my hand atop his forearm.

“Kitchen.” He finally answered, resigned. My fingers squeezed the taut muscles gently in gratitude before I pushed myself to my feet. It didn’t matter how I felt about it… Crosshair was given no choice in this, and my heart twisted at the turmoil it clearly brought him.

As Hunter had said, the lithe man was seated at the small table, rag in hand as he finished wiping the remnants of cleaner from the sleek barrel of his rifle. He didn’t look at me as I slid onto the seat nearest him, letting my own gaze wander aimlessly over the immaculate weapon. Without a word, I set my hand lightly upon the worn surface, palm raised, fingers slightly flared in quiet invitation. Still, he feigned ignorance for just a moment longer before reluctantly setting the rag down.

“Hunter told you?” His voice was carefully even, robbed of even the impatience normally reserved for interrupting such a ritual. Still, I kept my gaze trained away from him as I nodded. He hesitated just a moment longer before slowly letting himself reach for me, fingers threading through mine.

“You don’t have to do this alone.” I didn’t look at him as I said it, almost expecting his coming silence. Hand tightening slightly around his, I couldn’t keep the subtle note of fear from my voice, Plo’s warning ringing with frightening clarity through my mind. “I don’t want you to do this alone... How am I supposed to keep you safe if I’m not with you?”

Still, he didn’t answer. I didn’t press again, savoring at least this brief moment of comfort while it lasted. Too soon, however, he pulled away from that touch, hand lingering near me for just a breath longer before pushing himself to his feet to return his rifle back into its case, and, in that same silence, made his way out of the room.

The undertone of that dreadful waiting, the unspoken worry and held breath seemed only to worsen in the final day before arriving at the stunning jade orb. Great peridot clouds swirled about its atmosphere above stretches of emerald seas. Unlike so many of the more populated worlds, the continents appeared remarkably unblemished by the hands of sentient creation; no sweeping metropolises tarnished the dance of greens and yellows of the unending rainforests below; no constellations of city lights or swarm of ships orbited the planet like gnats granting it an air of untouched wilds that sent a slight thrill through me as we began our descent.

Tech mentioned the proximity of where we’d be landing to the capitol city, but I could see nothing through the faint hues of gold resting about the web of massive roots just visible through a dense canopy of fluttering leaves. I was surprised to watch the lake gradually lighten to a gorgeous blue the nearer we got and found myself eager to explore what other secrets lay hidden within the delicate haze of eternal mist blanketing the planet’s surface.

“Alright, let’s set up a perimeter first, then we can relax.” Hunter reminded, gaze pointedly turning to Wrecker, but he couldn’t fully hide the smirk at his brother’s visible excitement as those mismatched eyes studied the crystalline surface of water before us. Even through the skintight blacks and heavy armor I could feel the thick humidity in the air as the ramp lowered, the gentle warmth in that first step toward the stunning forests.

The trees weren’t as tall as I expected, trunks barely the width of my shoulders even as they branched out into a massive umbrella of leaves overhead that sang as they danced in the soft breeze. Pristine ferns coveted the rich soil below, frons curling out in subtle pleas for what fleeting fingers of sunshine adorned them in a dappled light that painted the very air it passed through. Even the boulders stretching between seas of lush foliage nearly blended into the greenery beneath interplays of moss and lichen that garnished their surface.

Without needing to be told, Crosshair and Tech tracked north from the lake while Hunter and Echo headed south, leaving Wrecker with me to guard the ship. Despite his clear eagerness to indulge, Wrecker was surprisingly fastidious in his duty, maintaining a careful quiet as we waited, weapons held loosely in our grasp, for the others to return. At least, he was for a time.

“I hate it when they do this.” He didn’t look at me as he spoke, the almost grumbled words stark against the gentle hum of insects flitting about us as he seamlessly continued scanning the surrounding trees.

“Do what?” I asked, confused by the sudden statement.

“This. Sendin’ us places pretendin’ it’s for one thing, then sendin’ Cross off on his own like we don’ know what’s really happening…” His shoulders fell, head dropping slightly toward his chest. “Makin’ him…” He didn’t finish the thought, but I watched the tension coil through his powerful form, and my chest tightened from the mere sight of it. “I don’ like us not stayin’ together.”

I wished so desperately for some idea on what I might say to ease his worry, but there was no comfort to be found for this. Holstering one of my pistols, I crossed the few meters between us and let my hand reach out to settle gently atop his forearm.

“I don’t like it either.” I murmured softly.

Hunter and Echo were the first to return, their dark armor granting them the illusion of shadows until a speck of sunlight hit a strip of red or gleamed against the thin transparasteel of their visors.

“Clear.” Hunter called as they approached, mimicked barely a beat later by Tech as he and Crosshair appeared along the opposite bank, and some façade of calm settled over the small clearing.

The golden sun burned brightly overhead as we finished the unspoken routine of setting camp: the beginnings of a fire crackled at the center of a ring of storage crates placed about it in some semblance of chairs, proximity sensors had been placed strategically within several nearby trees, and already Wrecker was beginning to free himself of the heavy plastoid armor, eyes turned happily toward a towering boulder creating an small overhang along the northern bank.

“Wrecker, be sure to check for” Before Tech could finish the warning, his brother wrenched the top half of his blacks off mid-run as he raced up to the ledge, nearly tripping in his attempt to slip out of the bottoms as well before throwing himself into the water. Echo’s slow sigh was rich with silent laughter at the loud whoop that preceded a massive splash. “Rocks.” Tech finished dryly, and I shot him a wide grin, already walking forward to retrieve the abandoned garments.

As I bent down to grab his shirt, a flash of crimson caught my attention amongst the shadows shifting over the wealth of brush stretching between distant tree trunks. Hunter stood with his back toward me maybe a dozen meters away with Crosshair. The sniper was looking pointedly into the woods, brows lightly furrowed, arms locked over his chest. I couldn’t hear even the hum of voices, but noted how Crosshair’s expression grew harsh, could feel the way he ground his teeth even as he gave a subtle nod. Hunter’s shoulder’s suddenly relaxed, hand reaching out to settle over his brother’s arm for only a moment before shifting to clasp the back of his neck as he pulled the taller man toward him in a firm embrace.

In my distraction, I didn’t hear the plinks of water droplets nor the telltale crunch of gritty soil churning underfoot. When those powerful arms suddenly hoisted me into the air, I couldn’t begin to silence the loud gasp from catching in my throat, body flailing as I turned to see the devious grin stretching across Wrecker’s scarred face.

“Last I heard, we were here for you to get better,” he began, already taking tantalizingly slow stops toward that overhand.

“No-no-no-no, Wrecker!” I stammered, already squirming violently in a futile attempt to escape him.

“That means yuh gotta do your physical therapy.”

“Wrecker! Let me down!” I squealed, thrashing even as laughter tore from lips I couldn’t begin to force free of that beaming smile.

“Jus’ so happens, swimmin’s a great way to work out,” He continued as though I’d said nothing at all, “nice an’ gentle an’ such.” Abandoning the vain effort to loosen his hold, I instead locked my arms around his neck, intent on preventing him from throwing me as useless pleas continued to shriek amidst giggles that betrayed my feigned reluctance. In those final few feet, however, he shot forward in a sprint, and I could only scream in mixed delight and fear as he launched us both over the ledge.

In that brief moment of stillness, hidden beneath water shimmering with dancing flickers of light catching atop peaks of what tiny waves formed in our wake, breath held only in that last second, I found myself marveling at the quiet. For just those precious, fleeting seconds, I felt only the gentle touch of tepid water enveloping me, hiding me away – hiding us away as Wrecker’s arms tightened, locking me against the blistering heat of his bare chest.

In a rush, the world crashed back around us as we breached the surface, overwhelmed with the buzz of fleeing insects and lap of water striking stone, and I felt my chest jerk in a violent inhale before turning what mockery of a glare I could manage toward the man holding me.

“Wrecker!” I scolded, but any façade of anger was lost in the glee shining through my voice, and the brilliant smile stretching across his face freed me of even the memory of fear.

“Ah, I’m jus’ tryin’ to help.” He retorted, pretending to pout as he easily carried me back to shore.

“‘Help.’ Right…” His expression broke beneath a stifled chuckle, and I instantly retaliated by launching a small splash at him, which only fueled his mirth.

“Wrecker is correct; swimming is a particularly effective means of physical therapy.” Tech chimed as his brother carefully lowered me to stand before them on the damp soil. Hunter and Crosshair stood just past the folded wing of the Marauder and I felt that rush of warmth flood my chest at the easy smile on the Sergeant’s face. Even Cross’s expression was softened by the threat of a smirk.

“How about you let him throw you in next?” I glowered, looking up at Tech with an impassive glare.

“I am not the one in need of reestablishing a neural connection with my arm.” He shot back, and I had to fight to ignore the wordless signal Echo sent the towering man behind me.

“No, but you are in need to reestablishing a connection with nature.” I replied resolutely. Frowning, he glanced away from his datapad just in time for the arc trooper to snatch it from his grasp. Before the sharp retort could escape him, Wrecker charged forward to grab him. I was shaking in a fit of giggles well before the splash rang through the clearing, each shouted threat and demand only rekindling my glee until I was folded over, arms locked around my stomach. The quiet huffs of broken breath as Echo tried to force some silence over himself was a delight in itself, and when I heard the rich sound of Hunter’s laughter, my heart soared.

Wrecker hadn’t jumped in with him like he’d done with me; he’d simply stood over the ledge and flung his brother into the water. Face flushed, Tech quickly dragged himself to shore, lips twisted into a scowl, but, when I reached a hand out to help haul him to his feet, beaming at him with a joy that we were so rarely allotted in the nightmare of this war, some of his ire faded, hesitantly slipping his fingers around mine.

“I fear I fail to see much benefit in your idea of ‘reestablishing a connection with nature.’” He muttered, pulling at his goggles to let the water that managed to pool within drip down his cheeks.

“Really? No benefits at all?” I pressed, nudging my shoulder against his. I vaguely noted Hunter leaning over to whisper something to Crosshair, but the way the sniper’s shoulders shook left me smiling even wider. Tech’s cheeks flushed anew, gaze quickly fleeing mine.

“Maybe… a few.” He relented. “However, standing in wet armor is not among them.” His fingers tightened subtly around mine before releasing me as he tread toward the fire, already pulling at his gloves and vambraces.

“I see you two giggling over there! Are you coming willingly, or is this about to become a high stakes game of chase?” I called to the two still standing several meters back. Crosshair merely cocked his brow, arms looping over his chest, and the beginnings of some dismissive excuse settled on Hunter’s lips for just a moment before he paused, turning back to his brother with a final comment that briefly left the sniper stunned before walking towards us.

“Alright! Now it’s a vacation!” Wrecker boomed, trotting backwards into the lake for a few strides before merely letting himself tip over onto the water’s gleaming surface, and I couldn’t help but marvel at him; at the display of raw power no longer ruined by starvation. The stunning bronze of skin dappled with scars stretched easily over thick muscles now softened by a protective layer of fat. He looked happy; healthy… and, Maker, it was a task to tear my gaze from the way his briefs hugged his every curve.

When I turned back toward the others, however, Tech was already pulling his top over his head, seemingly oblivious to the heat revealing his deceptively toned form sent through me, and I found myself grateful that Hunter was distracted with stacking his own armor atop one of the crates. When I glanced back to find Echo walking up to join Crosshair, however, the knowing look the sniper sent me left my cheeks aflame, and I found myself biting my lips.

Forcing the thoughts from my mind, I finally began shedding my own armor, laying the pieces out to dry before reaching for the hem of my shirt.

“Oh.” The small sound of surprise threatened to draw another chuckle from me as I looked up to find Tech failing to keep himself from staring.

“What? You guys get to go flouncing about in your skivvies to swim, but I don’t?” I teased, spreading the soaked garment out over a crate before reaching for my pants.

“N… uh, of course.” He quickly stammered, pointedly turning his attention back to his own attire. The GAR issued undergarments matched their briefs, and my breastband offered little chance of mishaps, but, while they’d each found their way to my care in various stages of undress, this was the first time, save Echo, they’d seem me in such a state, and I couldn’t deny the thrill of feeling their eyes on me, of catching them watching me as I made my way back into the lake.

“I take back what I said,” Wrecker murmured when he finally noticed my approach, “Now it’s a vacation.” And I shot him a wide grin before diving underwater.

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Plaything: Your first year in South Korea was amazing. You got to live out your dream of being an English teacher at a private Academy. You’ve attended concerts from your favorite musicians and even acquainted yourself with new friends. But no good life last forever and now you find yourself jobless, homeless and living out of cheap motels. You’ve reached your last resort- becoming an Idol playmate. W.I.P

The Feeling of Being Stared At: You and your friends are targets of a masked killer who terrorizes each of you before they make their move on massacring. Your instincts tell you that the call is coming from inside the home, and maybe the killer is closer than you think. W.I.P

Insatiable Part 1: You noticed your Junior Year of High School that Kim Taehyung, Senior, didn’t like you. It didn’t get too far, however, just verbal teasing and taunts. But, now that you were a sophomore in University he decided he had enough. Maybe he was a changed man - or maybe because he seen that tight skirt you wore with those lace panties peaking through. completed

Insatiable Part 2: One thing for sure, Taehyung compelled you. You couldn't not think about him after your night in the woods. However, you also couldn't keep your mind off of your best friend, Jungkook, who gives you every reason not to. completed

Starring Role: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. You're his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he would've never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you. completed

Public Enemy (Part 6/7): You’re a young doctor - an intern fresh out of medical school - and begin your career at the best Hospital in South Korea. You would’ve been swimming in student loan debt if it wasn’t for your boyfriend of 1 year, Shin, paying it off in full. You were shocked at the action and questioned where such money came from. You got you answer when your boyfriend himself comes rushing through the hospital doors with a bullet through him. completed

Public Enemy (Part 7 of 7): Your elder sister was not one to disappear. After quitting her job, she fought and worked hard for years in, you knew something was wrong - even when everyone insisted there wasn’t foul play involved. So, you go on your own investigation to find the truth of what just happened to your elder sister. completed

Contagious: An alternate world in which at the age of 25, your true soulmate is revealed. Some choose to defy the soulmate tie - but you refuse; especially when it’s revealed to be your sister's boyfriend. completed

Carnal Desire: The last person you expected to see was an ‘old friend’ from nearly a decade ago, but you’re determined to show the man that you’re no longer the little girl he use to know. One | Two | Three

Public Enemy (Part 5/7): You wonder where Hoseok goes off to when his work phone calls at all times of the day and night. It’s a bother - especially when the two of you are on a date. You suspect he’s cheating on you and decide one night to follow him and witness just where he scurries of to. completed

Bound: Jimin has tried everything in his power for you - one of his closest friends - to get laid. He realizes that your kinks don't match with just any man besides one; another friend of his - Jung Hoseok. You've met Hoseok many times and don't think your masochism can be satiated by someone as bright and sunny as him. completed

Moral Dilemma: Your morality is tested at a monthly family dinner that gets interrupted by two masked men. completed

Love You (Just A Little Too Much): You're brought down memory lane and come face to face with someone you've completely forgotten about. completed

Public Enemy (Part 3/7): Your life was going great. You’ve been promoted from police officer to detective - something you’ve worked hard for. Your first case was to solve a murder of a local drug dealer brought to the hospital who you suspect foul play from. completed

Forbidden Fruit - Kim Namjoon is a new professor at a local University that has all the girls swooning over him. He becomes entangled with one student - you being far too persistent for his own good. Professors are strictly forbidden to have any form of relationship with their students - but the forbidden fruit always tastes the best. completed

One Time Thing: Namjoon was the whole package - tall, dark hair with an amazing physique. Let's not forget the personality and the intelligence that was an added bonus. Too bad he was your friend's boyfriend - even if he did appear a little too infatuated with you. completed

Public Enemy (Part 2/7): After the sudden death of your boyfriend, Shin, of 2 years - by the hands of what you assume was a rival of his - you find yourself in deep shit. He assisted in paying your college tuition and other expenses you needed for school. Once the bill runs high and you’re threatened expulsion, you need money fast. Your decision to work as a camgirl wasn’t your first option, however, now it may be your only one. completed

Public Enemy (Part 4/7): You’ve been with your boyfriend, Shin, for 3 years. The relationship wasn’t perfect and the two of you butted heads often which resulted in him buying whatever designer items to get back in your good graces. For the last few months, you begin to notice a slip in his character and question just what he does when he isn’t with you. completed

Unusual Suspects: You were always told that the internet wasn't a safe space and to be careful who you were talking to. Namjoon, your crush of years, was someone you thought was a safe haven - until you realized he wasn't the man you adored but instead a catfish pretending to be him. Now, said catfish is determined to ruin your life and the life of your childhood best friend, Taehyung, for their own sick pleasure. completed

V-Day Special: You ask your ex - who you're still close with - if he's willing to come on your cam-show for a valentine's day special. completed

Nefarious [Prequel]: A look back in your and Jungkook’s relationship, prior to the marriage, kids and detachment. completed

Repent: Adventures of Jeon Jungkook and the new girl who attends the church retreat - and who is also determined to fuck him.

Sweet Serial Killer: The city is shaken up by the sudden murders going around - all by a man who claims he is doing so in the name of justice. People are divided - those who agree with the mysterious serial killer to do what the justice system has not; and those who disagree and want him captured and sent to prison. (Part 1 to Lethal Lovers) completed

Lethal Lovers: After finding out Jungkook is Yeonma, the vigilante serial killer that has the nation in a chokehold, he offers you a deal you refuse to turn down. (Part 2 to Sweet Serial Killer) completed

Public Enemy (Part 1/7): You don’t ask many questions when your boyfriend - a High School sweetheart of 4 years by the name of Shin - splurges his money on you and other luxuries. However, you know well enough that he works for one of the biggest mafia leaders of South Korea. completed

Cult: You've grown reclusive and naive to the world - your mother has sheltered you throughout your life. That was until you've grown of age and desire to see said world for what it was - through the eyes of 7 men - 1 in particular - who all claimed to be Gods of a new world. W.I.P

One Way or Another: You recant the horrible story of how you met Jeon Jungkook - a now ex-boyfriend of yours - to your therapist. You opened up about the obsessive and toxic behavior that has you constantly looking over your shoulder for the man you've been running from for years. One | Two

Peepshow: You were Jungkook's favorite person to watch when he was outside your window. This time, he's determined to have a closer look. completed

Lick Back: Realizing that your boyfriend has become a completely different person & being malicious towards you could only mean that he’s being nice to someone else. completed

#bts #bts fanfction #btsmasterlist2022 #btswritersclub #btswritingcafe #bangtanwritershq #jungkook smut #namjoon smut #jimin smut #jin smut #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #taehyung smut #bts mafia #bts yandere #bts smut #bts x reader #cruel intentions #public enemy #sweet serial killer #lethal lovers #insatiable #explicit-tae #glory and gore #explicit-tae masterlist #slave 19990319 #contagious #mommy issues #moral dilemma #ungodly hour

[princessinyellow]

I feel like the people who get mad about everyone in HNK getting turned into Lunarians or whatever, is missing the metatextual point of the story. The question is not “why did they have to become Lunarians?” it’s “if thousands of immortal people with an idyllic society want to die, is it worth it for one man to subtly manipulate (but not push, coerce, or force) one child into unimaginable suffering?” It’s the classic trolley problem!... KIND of...

One of the first dilemmas which caught my eye was with Padparadscha. If someone is receiving help they do not want, is it okay for them to turn down the help, knowing that this will lead to many of their peers being hurt? Padparadscha decides no, and can’t even consider the alternative. Telling Rutile to abandon them is unthinkable, because it would then almost certainly cause Rutile to abandon all doctoring duties. The gems would be pretty screwed while a new gem gradually learns doctoring from the ground up.

Later Phos makes the opposite decision for them, stealing Pads from Rutile and taking them to the moon. With the added wrinkle that Phos knows they have more advanced technology there which would almost certainly provide an actual cure. Which is does indeed! Twice!! There’s so many layers!!!

And of course this is about Cairngorm cause everything in my life is about Cairngorm now!!! Is it better to force someone into altruism, or give them the freedom to be selfish? Most of you fuckers are like NO YOU FORCE THEM, IF THEY EVER GET HAPPINESS THEY’RE THE WORST!!!

And the idea that Cairngorm’s ENTIRE personality on the moon is 100% pure grooming is absolute cope. Aechmea makes such a point of encouraging her to make her own choices, and treating her well, and she’s ACTUALLY HAPPY as a girl!!! And she shows literally no hesitation or fear in talking shit. She’s always telling him how creepy he is and how bad he is at gifts and stuff. But she also actively chooses to show him affection.

She obviously doesn’t trust him but she obviously CHOOSES to love him anyways. Basically the same as with the earth gems and Kongo! Except when Aechmea yells at her (one time and only ever once), he doesn’t shatter her body into a million pieces. Aechmea is objectively better to be emotionally close to than Kongo.

As someone who sees the stiff anger in Cairngorm’s body on earth, the uncertain frustration etched into her face until she meets Aechmea, and then the bright bubbly joy she expresses most of the time then on... I know how that journey feels. I’ve felt it. And let me tell you; it’s no coincidence that “no they’re not really a woman! They’ve just been groomed into acting like it, in ways that are entirely speculative and not even slightly evident,” sounds pretty horrifically familiar these days. (It’s the same conspiratorial thinking, applied on the same topic)

It honestly seems like most of the hostility Cairngorm and Cairnmea gets is because self-absorbed fans think the main character is the center of all morality. But for me, someone to whom Cairngorm’s emotional journey is delightfully familiar. To whom her success is absolutely dreamlike in its beauty. I just don’t see these invisible shadows of abuse. The real, perceptible abuse Cairngorm suffered from was all from Ghost and Phos.

#HNK #houseki no kuni #HNK spoilers #houseki no kuni spoilers #aechmea #lunarians #moral dilemma #philosophy #padparadscha #rutile #phosphophyllite #phos #Cairnmea #Ghost Quartz

[tvirus-arts]

Healing

Au of bionic Weskieee :3

Two wonderful moots took to writing their own interpretations of my au! Check them out!!

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Hes still in a temporary catatonic state, he can sort of respond with one word. He doesn't understand what exactly is being said to him but he does understand positive or negative actions/facial expressions. He does feel pain significantly from the little treatment patch having side affects.

He little bubble of him wantinf Claire and Rebecca ita because hes learned they're taking care of him. Claire reads to him, feeda him and helps him in other things he cant dl by himself yet, and Rebecca's the good ol doc and helping rehab him physically.

Chris kind of seems straight up evil, but is he really? After everything Weskers done?

#resident evil #albert wesker #claire redfield #wesker #au #tvirus-arts #chris redfield #bionic limbs #biohazard #rebecca chambers #moral dilemma

[cat-scratch-whumper]

Villain undergoing some sort of memory loss, not being able to remember any of the bad things that they have done.

Hero facing the moral dilemma of letting them off the hook for their crimes, or to punish them anyways despite villain being unable to even remember why.

#whump #villain #hero #memory loss #moral dilemma #whump community #whump tropes

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Consider this version of the Trolley Problem.

#trolley problem #ethical dilemma #moral dilemma #moral philosophy #religion is a mental illness

[a-really-big-cat]

It is my opinion that the most probable explanation for the origin of orcs, and a solution to their central "moral dilemma", is that they are intelligent beasts. I say so because the orcs resemble animals such as chimpanzees, dolphins, and corvids greatly in their mischief, love of cruelty, and apparent lack of moral awareness, and I do not consider it impossible for a species to possess a form of communication recognizable as a language without having a rational soul.

This conception of the orcs resembles the "unseelie" fairies of Celtic myth quite well, and would also justify the use of orcs as a plot device of "servants of the antagonist which can be conveniently slaughtered without remorse", for they could not be redeemed and no such attempts at redemption would be productive, as they do not have immortal souls and do not really comprehend good and evil as we know it.

Contrary to popular belief, it is not "confirmed" or "canonical" that orcs are corrupted Elves. If one reads the relevant passage of the Silmarillion, it will become clear that the offered explanation is not presented as established fact, but is only the widely held opinion of the "wise of Eressëa", and so may be incorrect:

But of those hapless who were snared by Melkor little is known of a certainty. [...] Yet this is held true by the wise of Eressëa: that all those of the Quendi that came into the hands of Melkor, ere Utumno was broken, were put there in prison, and by slow arts of cruelty and wickedness were corrupted and enslaved. Thus did Melkor breed the hideous race of the Orkor in envy and mockery of the Eldar, of whom they were afterwards the bitterest foes.

#tolkien #the silmarillion #orcs #moral dilemma #catholicism #ethics