Reupload from previous channel. ~~~~ Pain and suffering was something you were very familiar with in your lifetime. You'd always had to struggle and fight just to keep your head above water. So, when you suddenly get taken by the most notorious gang The Bulletproof Gang, you must use your well honed instincts to survive. Thrown into a world of money, drugs, and sex, it takes everything you have just to stay afloat. Protecting yourself is hard enough without having to protect your heart as well. Especially from the very gang leader who kidnapped you in the first place.

STRAY KIDS X READER PLEASE READ THIS ENTIRE NOTE AND UNDERSTAND THE TAGS. THIS FIC STARTS VERY ROUGH. It's definitely not for the faint of heart and contains BDSM and mild NC You just really didn't know what you were getting into when you decided to take them up on their offer... ROUGH 18+!! CNC and BDSM. This is my very first fanfic so feel free to leave critiques. This is a work of FICTION where the female reader gets to sleep with the members of Stray Kids while traveling with them on tour, without any slut shaming. While there's a lot of story and some nice sex, there's also some very rough stuff in this work, especially at first: sub reader, a couple of non-consent scenes, double penetration and a lot of spanking - so please DNI if you have problems with any of that. Again, this is a FANTASY, and in no way am I actually attributing these attitudes or actions to the men who are mentioned here. They are merely used as characters in a fantasy. Because they are hot. As fuck.

All you wanted was a little excitement to your life. Something more interesting than a herd of cows getting in the middle of the road and farming. That's all you wanted and somehow you end up with a new life beyond the bounds of Earth. (A/n: I'm so excited for this story! I hope you guys enjoy it!!) Started: 4/25/2020 - Finished: 9/21/2020 Word Count: 485k+

Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised. In a world where hybrids are both the hottest commodity and largely exploited, a recent shortage of hybrids nationwide due to the wealthy adopting for sport hunting dominates the news headlines. More than ever, stray hybrids are whisked off the streets and taken into shelters to meet the demand. Mistreated, neglected, forgotten - in a notoriously disreputable hybrid shelter in a pocket of downtown Boston, seven "aggressive" hybrids await their inevitable fate of being sold for sport. After years of trying to distance herself from her mystical past and upbringing, Y/N finds herself quitting her emotionally-draining job and is forced to face past mistakes. While accompanying her friends looking to adopt a child hybrid into their newly-formed family, Y/N inadvertently finds herself face-to-face with seven hybrids doomed to die. In a spur of the moment epiphany, Y/N decides to change the course of fate for the better; though bringing seven aggressive hybrids into her life and the darkening spiritual energy of her old home is trickier to navigate than she originally thought.

You jumped when something firm and heavy landed on the back of your neck and shoulders. Before you could process what happened, your body was being pulled into someone else's. The arm that rested on you belonged to a very peculiar, and dangerous, blonde haired criminal. How was it that at the same time you were undeniably too close to him, it still didn't feel close enough? "It's your time to shine, Miss Prosecutor." ----- With your life in Korea going fairly well, working and thriving as a talented prosecutor, learning that BTS was returning from their sudden hiatus two years prior was just the thing you wanted to hear. However, things take a sudden turn when you of all people ... go missing. Searching for criminals day in and day out, you get your wish and wake up in a penthouse surrounded by seven cruel, and highly dangerous mafia members that now watch your every move. And ironically for you, they need your help. Forced to go against your very nature as a prosecutor, committing the very crimes you work to condemn, will you stick to what you know or try just about anything to fight your way out? In this game of threats, lies, and lust, the underlying truth is this: anyone could be a criminal.

"I want to know why you do it." "Why I do what." he asked, stripping off his overcoat. He flung it over the back of the couch without much thought as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "Why you always save me. Every time I'm in trouble you always come to my rescue." I blushed as he kept undoing buttons and turned away as he slowly revealed his chest. "Should I not?" He asked in a bored tone. "That's not what I- I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I just want to know why." I spun around to face him again during my apology and was unable to take my eyes away from him as he peeled his shirt off himself. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and my eyes roamed his chest appreciatively. As my eyes drifted lower, I noticed a thick scar course from the left side of his abdomen, across his hip and down before disappearing beneath his waistline. Realizing I was staring, I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat before looking up again. His dark eyes were already looking at me. "You're important to them." His reasoning made my heart ache. As he turned to head to the bathroom, my next words stopped him in his tracks. "What about you?" He stood there with his back turned to me. Minutes passed, but it felt like hours before he finally turned, casting his beautifully dark gaze on me again. "Am I important to you?" Our eyes never wavered from each other. His heavy bootsteps echoed in the silent room as he stalked towards me. He didn't stop until he stood toe to toe with me. His hand slowly came up to cup my cheek. His eyes dropped down to my lips as his thumb lazily drug across them. His hand traveled to my hair, threading his fingers through the strands before releasing a heavy sigh and meeting my eyes, scorching me with the fire behind them. "There are feelings for you that I wish I didn't have." Cover credit - @escape-from-realitys-stuff

Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you'll have to make do with what fate has handed to you. Warnings; guns, blood, injuries, fighting, cursing, explicit smut - do not read if you don't like explicit depictions of sex, depictions of panic attacks/mental illness, depictions of torture Genre: Fantasy, Space AU, Pirate AU, Supernatural AU Pairings: multiple, mxreader, mxm, poly note: all interim chapters are optional to read and you do not have to read them if you don't want to. it is advised that you read the interim chapters after completing all the chapters in the act rather than reading them based on number order. they are based around the relationships between the crew and interactions they share. They are indicated with [x.5], x being the number of the part that came before it. Best Ranks: #2!! in ateez, #1 in hongjoong, #1 in mingi

Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of losing your freedom drives you to seek help from a group of individuals you'd least expected. ------------- "Tae, what's that in your pocket?" Hoseok asked, brows furrowed as he looked down under the table. The question had me jerking my head up from my plate as Hoseok reached down. Taehyung, mouth full of another bite of egg, stiffened in his seat as Hoseok slipped whatever it was out of his pocket and lifted it up. Tae went to start yelling, choking on egg as he frantically tried snatching the item from Hobi. Everyone else looked on in surprise as it dawned on them what Hoseok was holding. Jin's eyes widened in horror seconds before Taehyung snatched the offending piece from Hoseok. "Yah! Taehyung! What is that!?" he screeched, veins in his neck popping. "I knew you stole my underwear!" I gasped, pointing at him accusingly. Jungkook, who had been taking a drink of his water, coughed into his glass sloshing water everywhere as he choked on the bit of it that had gone down the wrong way. Jimin, unable to contain himself, roared with laughter, very nearly falling out of his chair. Hoseok was frozen in his seat, his hand still dangling in the air even though he was no longer holding the scrap of fabric. He stared forward unblinkingly as Jin continued to squawk on the other side of Taehyung. "Why do you have those at my dinner table!?" Taehyung had the audacity to look sheepish as his older brother yelled at him. I wanted to ask why he had them at all when Jimin's voice cut me off . Finally catching his breath long enough to say something. "Please, hyung. That's not the worst thing to happen at your dinner table in the last 24 hours." "What does THAT mean!?" Cover made by @lilacpandaforever

Story following a group of old friends and new friends Trigger warnings This story mentions sexual assault, abuse, mistreatment and miscarriages.

One-hundred patients were given a sixth sense, a somewhat natural ability that came as a codon mutation in your DNA. Only 8 patients survived. In a world where the blood has always been on their hands, they promised to protect each other forever. They live their lives as killers, a group of friends that depend on bloodshed and suffering to remain sane. They tear bodies apart for fun, and torture innocents as a hobby. For eight years, they've lived their life hiding from the authorities and challenged the same government that once murdered everything they loved. No witnesses left alive. That was, until you came. You were like them from the start, with an ability you had no idea you had. But something else about you drew them in, one by one like moths to a flame. ||ATEEZ x Reader|| This story takes place in the apocalyptic future. I do not own ATEEZ nor am I accusing them of any of the acts they portray in this fan fiction. ATEEZ are very caring people and atiny knows this fiction is truly a work of FICTION. ||CONTENT WARNING|| Despite being filled with fluff, this fanfic will have DARK and suggestive themes. Graphic depictions of violence, torture, and other mature themes. Please do NOT read if this makes you uncomfortable. <3