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00angelyoon · 8 months

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- ☆ angel of the night

𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆- 𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

“너를 품은 달”

“𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.”

☆ “𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼.”

☆ featuring: husband jeonghan x afab reader.

☆ tags: est. relationship, newly weds, smut and fluff.

☆ notes: reader is whipped for jeonghan but i mean who wouldn’t be ?this my first smut ever.

☆ warnings: petnames (darling, baby, pretty, pretty girl and angel) mean dom!jeonghan sub!reader degradation also slight praise kink multiple orgasms fem receiving! oral fem receiving fingering lingerie swearing teasing fluff towards the end mentions of food at the end, newlywed jeonghan x reader and they’re in london not proof read intentional lowercase porn with barely there plot.

mdni!

you’re jacket was practically useless to the numbing cold but you were so drunk on love you couldn’t feel anything. the smell of cigarettes and fresh coffee suffocating the air. and the talk of others but you knew the only thing you can hear was jeonghan’ charming voice the only thing you could smell was his versace eros cologne the only thing you saw was his angelic features the only thing you craved was his soft bewitching lips only him, only jeonghan.

he was a

𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

Truly he was, most definitely.

“are you cold darling.” jeonghan whispered to you almost seductively or you were just too unbearably horny for this man that practically anything he did turned you on, “no, not at all.” It wasn’t a lie how could you focus on anything other than yoon jeonghan the man that you miraculously just married.

”you’re lying through your teeth.” He chuckled gently the sound made your heart compresses so tightly it hurts, he shuffled across the bus bench to sit more comfortably “come here.” he pulled you to his chest “you know you can tell me if your uncomfortable your not a burden.” “hope you know that baby.” He cooed “could never be.” He kissed your forehead then moving his head slightly to look at you “ever.” he reinstated.

“you’re bewitching me it has to be illegal.” “has to.” he laughed so gently it was killing you “really i’am?” you hummed in response “wow really.” he reiterated while nodding his head twice “how long till the bus?” He turned his head and looked at the led display of the time of the busses “its says due.” he says calmly you hummed in response and got up.

“finally get to get out of this cold.” he says you only nodded at him because you couldn’t bring yourself to speak you were too overwhelmed by your happiness, you got your prince charming your happy ending. you stepped on the bus you both tapped your cards you sat on top of this double decker bus it was packed you sat in the back of the bus together next to each other your white dress was covered in water in a pitter patter pattern you rested your head on his shoulder and looked outside at the window.

he turned his head to look at you “were here baby.” he sighed, you wondered how could you be pretty if he was right there you barely even remember what happened it felt like a fever dream but the next thing you know is your lying on top of the hotel bed like prey in only a negligee while jeonghan stared at you with hooded eyes full o lust but laced with love and appreciation “my pretty you’ve been ignoring me the whole time on the bus.” “why?” he cooed kissing the side of your neck “don’t think you deserve to touch me.” he sighed

“was planning on rewarding you but you’ve been so bad to me.” he whispered so adorably while sloppily kissing your abdomen like he just had to “see you still are.” he pouted so adorably “jeonghan.” you moaned as he slowly flicked your clothed clit “m’so sorry.” he chuckled “are you really?” he questioned “i’am.” “you know i’am” he then removed the piece of soaked fabric. you groaned at the feeling of the cold air hitting your burning cunt he then removed the negligee and your bra the air hitting your tits. you screamed out in pleasure when he licked the first fat stripe of your wet pussy “you like that huh?” “such a whore for me.” he chuckled “i’m so lucky aren’t I” your breathing echoed throughout the room you arched your back, grabbing the sheets, when he added 2 fingers you were full on riding his face with no shame thats what he did to you, he thought you looked so pretty like this. he was whispering something about he can’t believe your his, only his and how he could die in between your thighs.

he started to twist your hardened nipples

you felt a knot forming in your abdomen it was begging for release “m’gonna cum.” “then do it .” “cum for me.” he then brought up his head to attach your mouth to another wet needy desperate kiss.

that was all it took you hit a mind blowing high he was lapping at your juices full on making out with your cunt it was so hot. he came up to kiss your temple “jeong.” “han.” you sighed all you could think about was him splitting you open with his fat cock, “need you so so bad right now.” you sighed in pleasure “what do you mean pretty girl i’m right here.” he chuckled, the tightening in your chest returning but being over shadowed because of your insatiable lust for jeonghan.

“I want you to fuck me and you know it.” you bit back he sighed “I’d suggest you cut the attitude if you want me to fuck you like a bitch in heat .” whispering in your ear biting your earlobe you don’t know what it is but that traveled straight to your core you bit your lip and whispered back into his ear “please cant take anymore of the teasing.”

he sighed and swiftly removed his clothes climbing on top of you alining his tip with your entrance you were so wet that it was so easy for him to enter. he immediately started thrusting into you your back arched in pleasure your eyes fluttered close overwhelmed with the pleasure, “open.” he groaned so obviously satisfied it made you beam with happiness “your eyes.” he grabbed your chin and made you look at him “so so pretty aren’t you.” he continued “such warm tight cunt, fucking perfect for me.” he groaned in a raspy way it was so sexy, you were so close.

you could understand from his strangled moans and erotic now uncoordinated thrusts, it was so messy but felt so good, he kept hitting the right spot again and again, he was as close as you were. you started rubbing your swollen clit, he took your hand and replaced it with his much more slender leaner ones he was so much better “m’so close jeong.”

“han.” he started to kiss your tits it felt so unbelievably good, “then cum, cum all over my cock.” he pulled the hair out of your face, “to show that your sorry.” he kissed your nose “do it.”

he started thrusting into your g-spot repeatedly. you felt your high coming he thrusted on more time and it happened you had the most mind fucking blowing orgasm ever, you clutched onto his shoulder.

he thrusted and kissed you so sweetly to help you ride your high. he came seconds after “𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” jeonghan panted “so gorgeous.” he kissed you now more softly now “aren’t you.” he pecked both of your nipples gently “𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.” he insisted “come on.” he sighed “didn’t forgive you, just for you to ignore me again.” he slowly removed himself from you. little did he know your mind was still hazy and your tongue forget everything except his name.

“jeonghan.” you pant out lazily

“𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹.”

that was all you were able to spit out. jeonghan stood up and went to the bathroom and brought out a towel and started cleaning you up.

you snuggled into his chest when he slept next to you, he brought his arms around you and pulled you into an embrace “what do you want to eat.” he hummed afterwards “how bout pasta.” you suggest “sounds good.” jeonghan agrees.

his eros cologne still clouding your smell he is always clouding your senses.

“𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼.” you command

“𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇.” he reiterates

that was better than a thousand unsaid “𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”𝘴

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ecoamerica · 25 days

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hanniebanggi · 8 months

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a cat date with jun

》 death, murder, animal cruelty, yandere(?)

》 idk what came to me. but this jun nylon china 2023 photoshoot gives american horror story vibes so i wrote this.

》 not proofread.

you've been in a relatioship with junhui for 5 months, and you can say that you know him pretty well.

his colleagues call him weird and strange but that's just him. your junhui. he made you fall in love with him with his weirdness.

he likes cats, he orders alot of cat related items, phone case, plushies, clothes and mugs with cat designs in it.

he like watching horror movies, well, its not like you're a scaredy cat but the things he watches are different. most of them look real.

but despite all those weirdness, he is very sweet and loving to you. he knows everything about you even though you two have only been together for 5 months.

these days, junhui seems, you dont know. weirder? out of it?

he hasn't been paying attention to you these days but you understand that, he's a dentist, so patients' well being comes first.

so, when he asked you to have a date at home with him, you immediately said yes.

"i'm sorry, i wasn't able to pay much attention to you. things just keep on happening these days..." junhui said as he puts a plate full of thin sliced meat down as he prepares the electric grill.

"its okay, jun. i understand, and you message me, you update me. that's enough for me. by the way, where's moon?"

junhui sighed

"also, that. my cat, moon died. so, i was out of it. i didn't know what happened, when i came back he was outside the house and his neck was mangled, looks like he was eaten by some animal."

"baby.. come here." you said as you hugged him. you removed his glasses so you could hug him properly as you two just stayed like that for a minute.

moon is junhui's third cat. and its dead. just like his past pets.

he had a ginger cat back then at the start of your relatioship but it drowned, he said, when you two were out of town.

then a white munchkin cat that he adopted, but it died, you found it outside his lawn, stomach was open and the guts were out.

and now, this.

"it must've been hard for you. im sorry, baby."

"thank you." he said as he pulled away from your hug and kissed your forehead as he went back on his seat to start grilling.

"we're about to eat. im sorry, i bought it up." he said, and you assured him that its fine.

after he cooked almost every portion of the meat you two started eating.

"hm! this is good, junnie." you said as you savor all the flavors.

"i was hoping you'd like it. i worked hard for it." junhui said as he looked at you with a gentle smile on his face.

"i never tasted anything like this, its chewy but also melts in your mouth? i don't know how to describe it."

"but its delicious, isn't it?" he said as he puts his chopsticks down and crossed his legs as he watch you eat.

"uh huh. what's this? and the marbling is good too. is this pork? beef? wait, lamb?"

"it's cat meat."

junhui said as he smiled before pushing his glasses back properly to bridge of his nose.

"w-what? don't joke like that!"

his smile faded as he leaned in.

"i worked hard for it, baby. why would i joke about things i worked hard for?"

junhui's gaze changed.

you laughed at him as you looked at him carefully.

"o-oh! i still have an appointment with my dermatologist. i have to g-go." you said as you stood up from your seat.

"no, i think you should seat down."

"didn't you want to have a bonding time with me? a date? i worked hard for this, baby. i worked hard for months to keep moon plump and healthy. and you like it, right?"

"so, sit down and eat. we have more activities to do for our little date."

he smiled and kissed your cheeks. he pulled your seat as he guide you to sit down again.

you held your breath as you sit down, your face getting pale and your hands shaky.

"atta girl."

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hooshix · 1 year

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When they get to know another member likes you..(performance unit)

Soonyoung

Soonyoung was on his way to the dance practice room when he heard your name being mentioned in the room.

Stopping he decided to hear what they were talking about

"Hyung if you like Y/N just tell her. I know that she and Hoshi are in a relationship but she has to know it. It will be better for you too."

Guessing from the voice it sounded like Mingyu. Waiting for a reply he soon heard it

"But...Gyu you know what can happen if Hosh finds out...he will go crazy..”

It was no doubt Jeonghan.

Waiting for awhile outside to process it he didn't know what to feel. He felt betrayed, mad, angry, sad. All emotions getting mixed up.

He knew that he had to tell Jeonghan. He has to know his place. Getting his self together he entered the room with a smile while already thinking about his talk which he will be having with Han.

I mean. we all know what that "talk" is gonna be....

Junhui

I stared at Y/N as she kept talking with Chan. The urge to just go there and drag her out from here was increasing movement by movement but I can't do that right now. Shoot was going on.

"Don't you think Chan is being way to close with Y/N? Don't get me wrong but..I would have gotten angry if a friend of mine was so close with my girlfriend."

Saying this the staff who was beside me patted my shoulder as he walked away to fix some things. I noticed that to but I didn't want to hurt Chan in any way but I'd be did come in my way...I won't have any choice but to do something about it.

As soon as the shoot got over I Chan away from there making sure no camera caught that. Going in a dark room I locked the door.

"Do...do you like Y/N?" I asked him as calmly as possible. I saw how Chan cleared his throat.

"No...why would you ask this hyung? I don't like her...”

"Just say the truth Chan. Don't lie to me. You know how much I hate it when people lie." Saying that I came closer to him.

"I..I think I am just attracted to her hyung. Don't worry it is not more than that. I will try my best to not come in middle of you both."

"You better not come. I don't want to hurt you Lee Chan. Don't make me do something which I will regret later. Now act as if nothing happened here. Come on"

No matter how much dear Chan is to me.

I can't let anyone take Y/N away from me. No matter what who that person is.

Minghao

Entering my dorm I heard voices coming from the kitchen. Walking there I saw Y/N and Mingyu baking something. I saw how she was laughing and enjoying. I smiled seeing her laugh but I noticed how Mingyu was staring at her.

I definitely can't let this go. Before he does something I will have to interrupt them.

"What are you making?" I went towards them as I held Y/N by her waist.

"Oh I was craving for chocolate chip cookies so

Mingyu suggested on baking them together. Isn't he just so sweet?" Y/N replied as she smiled at Mingyu making him smile back.

"Ah... I see. Mingyu can you follow me for a sec? I need to talk to you about something."

"Sure. Y/N just pay attention to the cookies in the oven. Let's go Hao."

I headed towards the living room as I sighed.

"Look. Mingyu. Ilook at you as my own brother. I respect you a lot to. But I saw how you look at Y/N. you like her, don't you?" He stayed quiet for a while as he kept looking down.

"I wanted to tell you about this on my own but it looks like you figured it out on your own...I do like Y/N. I won't try to ruin your relationship. You don't have to do anything. I won't try anything. I will try my best to get rid of these feelings. Till then I hope you you understand me Hao."

"Get rid of them as fast as you can. Don't try anything funny to. I have my eyes on you. The moment you do something. you're dead Kim Mingyu.”

I knew Mingyu was a huge threat in my relationship. But I can't just get rid of him like that. He was still one of my members.

Chan

I knew that Joshua hyung liked Y/N. I saw how he always looked at her. I was a bit sad that he did have feelings for her but then again I can't really do anything about it. I thought about confronting him today.

I saw how we both were the only ones in the studio right. Now was the chance.

"Hyung. I know that you have feelings for Y/N."

"Chan.. I was gonna tell you but I needed more time."

"I would have tried to understand you...but now what are you gonna do? I am already in a relationship with her..."

"This is.. just a thought. I know how much you live her. Same goes to me. We both can come together. I mean...Y/N is very stubborn and sometimes it's hard to control her. Why not we both...do it?"

"As in. like both of being in relationship with her?"

"I mean yeah... it will be easier for us and. we both get her. Better then noting because I am NOT giving her up because you're in a relationship with her. Better to work together then nothing."

I thought about it for a some while, as I agreed to it.

"Sure. But we both share her equally!"

"Sure."

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minho-hoho · 1 year

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SEVENTEEN YAN!CHINA LINE REACTION TO S/O CHEATING ON THEM

♫ GENRE ➝ yandere

♫ PAIRING ➝ yan!china line x gn!reading

♫ WARNING ➝ violence, typical yandere behaviour and theme, infidelity, cursing, blood, death, mentions of vomiting, not proofread

♫ WC ➝ 2k

♫ REQUESTED ➝ yes

♫ NOTE ➝ wanted to write some yan!svt, it had been a while, hasn't it?

MASTERLIST

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⚘ 文俊辉 W. JH ⚘ ˚｡⋆ ♡༘ ˚

sneaky and secretive, that's what you were. your plan was almost perfect, had it been for the fact that you had underestimated your boyfriend. you knew, it was obvious, junhui was more than crazy, something was deeply wrong in his head, but yet, you still thought you could get away and finally leave him.

your plan was to cheat on him, find someone that could finally help you to leave, and get junhui locked up, hopefully forever.

it is quite immoral, and it was against your values and morals, sure, but your own safety, and even life, was way more important to you.

you had been meeting up with a guy for some time now, your feelings had started to grow. you hadn't told him about junhui yet, you weren't sure if it was safe for you to do so now. still, you tried to meet up as frequently as you could with your secret lover. he was the breath of fresh air that you so desperately needed, and you couldn't afford to give up the relationship and growing love you two shared.

thirty minutes after junhui left for work, you started to get ready to meet up your partner. enthusiasm filled you, as you impatiently put on your shoes. and in a blink of an eye, you were out, happily walking to your date.

you had underestimated him, worst, you had forgotten how you even ended up in his hands. after all, one if the reasons he got you so “easily” was by his excellent stalking qualities, that he did not hesitate to use when it came to you. how did you think that you cheating on him would go under the trap?

he was already suspicious of you and your behaviour, the way you were more docile and overall happier. how you were going out more often to see “friends”. junhui decided that it was time for his curiosity to get the best out of him, and wanted to confirm his suspicions.

after you had informed junhui that you were going to be out, he had the idea of going back to his old habits, stalking, to find out what you were truly doing and with who.

eyes on your unsuspecting form, the second you left the house. it didn't take too long for him to see you with one guy, who didn't look like “friends” to him. junhui was already fuming, but technically, it wasn't enough to prove your infidelity. despite feeling his blood boiling, he chose to stick around a bit longer.

not even a minute later, junhui had become the witness of you and your partner sharing a loving embrace that lasted a bit too long for his liking, and worse, you two sharing a passionate kiss. he was this much away from throwing hands and snatching you away and make sure the sunlight never touches your skin ever again, but he didn't want to cause a scene in public.

he quickly made his way home, deep in thought about the way he'd punish you later.

he carefully prepared everything he needed for your punishment. he felt betrayed after having given you so much freedom; you abused of his “leniency” and he was going to make you pay for this.

your date ended, you still felt the butterflies in your stomach. you checked your phone to see what time it was. junhui was still not coming home until two hours, or so you thought. you serenely walked back to your house, only to see the door unlocked, the door that you made sure to lock twice before going your way. it only meant one thing, and you weren't too happy.

carefully, you opened the door before entering. the ambiance was eerily creepy, dimmed lights, deafening silence, all chilling you to the core.

you made your way to the living room, but you were stopped by the the cold and stern voice of junhui ringing through the room. too disturbed, not a word came out of your mouth, you knew you were done for, without him telling you, you knew that he knew about your infidelity. and that thought petrified you.

junhui now stood in front of you, eyes burning through your skull. the atmosphere was heavy, you didn't dare to say a word, feeling some type of guilt inside of you, all the confidence you ahd previously when cheating on him was now gone, you felt like putty and secretly wished you hadn't cheated him.

“so, how was your little date, hm? had a nice time?” he queried, only to be met with silence.

“lost your voice on your way? you seemed pretty talkative when you were cheating on me, weren't you?” you gulped, looking away from him as he brought himself closer to you.

junhui trapped you between him and the wall behind you.

“i don't know who did you think you were, where did that confidence come from. however, what i do know, is that you will never get that same freedom you once did. i also know, that you are going to pay, suffer for what you have done to me.” he lifted your chin to make you look at him, seeing your terrified, avoiding eyes. “i'm going to make you live hell on earth until you understand your place and lesson. got it?” you couldn't bring yourself to utter a single word, fear stopping you from doing so.

“got it?” he asked, more firmly, causing you to rapidly nod.

“good, because i don't like repeating myself.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⚘ 徐明浩 X. MH ⚘ ˚｡⋆ ♡༘ ˚

oh how foolish of you to think it was ever going to work. did you really think you were going to play, xu minghao himself? that you were ever going to escape him and his sick love? you overestimated yourself, he was playing you, not the contrary. and you were going to pay the consequences.

you were absent-mindedly getting back home from your date when you had received a text from minghao, reading: “if you think you're going to keep getting away with your infidelity, you're dead wrong. i will make sure you remember your lesson when you get home from your dumb little date.”.

the message made your blood run cold, and you weren't so sure about going home anymore. but at this point, with the fear consuming you little by little, you were convinced he was watching you at this exact moment, or that he atleats knew where you were. you didn't know whether it was safer for you to go home and accept your fate or try to run away to your secret lover. but knowing how minghao was crazy, he might have already killed your partner.

dread and distress now controlling your body, with apprehension, you continued walking to your house.

standing in front of your front door, you grabbed your keys, palms heavily sweating. you opened the door, but no one seemed to be there.

you put all fo your stuff away, and grabbed a glass of water to calm your nerves. what could minghao possibly be doing? was he really getting rid of your partner? it was a very conceivable probability with him, it wouldn't have been the first time he had killed someone for you. still, the thought of him killing your only hope was crushing you and killing you inside.

toying with the hem of your shirt nervously, you suddenly received another message. it seemed minghao sent you a picture, but you were hesitant to open it. reluctantly, you clicked on the notification. you could feel yourself get paler as your eyes landed on the picture on your screen.

it was a picture of you partner, laying dead, blood dripping from mouth down to the rest of his body, his arms were cut and laid next to his head. your stomach churned at the horrifying sight. minghao captioned the picture “what happens when you cheat and try to escape from me”. tears already flooding your eyes, you felt like throwing up any moment now. yet, only tears came out. you were bawling, the image of your lover dead, dismembered flashing in your head.

you wished you had been more careful, or that you hadn't cheated altogether. you hadn't realised how big of an impact it could have on other people, and guilt was eating you for the inside.

drowning in your own tears and loud sobs, you didn't notice the door opening and minghao looking at your sad and pathetic, crying figure. he was unimpressed, knowing you'd react this way, it was sort of his goal, to give you a little taste of what kind of torture he'd make you go through.

“liked the little photo i sent you?” he asked in a mocking tone.

his voice snapped you back to reality, you looked at him, eyes puffy and still crying. you weren't sure what to do or say, technically it was fault, you knew how minghao was, you knew that he had no problems killing anyone for you, yet you still cheated on him, something that was against your own values, but you stupidly believed that there was a chance for you to escape and finally go back to your once normal life.

“seems like you did” he chuckled, “you had it coming, y/n. did you really think i'd let you cheat on me and get away with it? are really that stupid?” he shook his head in disappointment and disapproval.

“can't you fucking see how many people get hurt because of you? do you like seeing people die because of your actions? because if so, there's a couple of photos i could show you.” his raised his voice, making you flinch in your seat.

you sobbed harder, trying to apologise, only intelligible blubbers coming out. as much as you were miserable sitting there, minghao had a hard time having pity towards. after all, to him, you had brought this onto yourself, he viewed you as disgustingly selfish, yet his obsession didn't stop. you could be fixed and he was going to fix you, to make you love him and only see him.

minghao sighed, looking at you crying your heart out. “i can't believe you, y/n, i truly can't” he walked towards you, making you shift back in your seat, “despite you acting so horrible towards me, i still love you, and so, for the better, i need to make you understand a lesson that you will never forget.”

both of your eyes met, you gulped, too scared to even imagine what you were about to go through. you regretted every single decisions and mistake tagt led you to this, and without him punishing you further, you knew that you'd never make the same mistake again, the image of your lifeless partner laying in his own pool of blood forever haunting you stopping you from doing so.

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horanghaejamjam · 2 years

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Vampire Kisses: Teaser

“It’s a simple deal really, you give me a chance every day to win your heart. If I succeed, I get to give you a kiss. If I fail that’s a day you get to go out.”

“Why are you so insistent on this deal?”

“We are destined to be together you know. This is a fun build up to the main event where I finally get to kiss you where I want.”

“This is a terrible idea!”

“What’s the matter Doll? Are you afraid you’ll fall in love with me?”

Summary: He is the head of the Wen family, the highest ranking family of vampires in the country. You are a mere human sold to them for the purpose of being his mate and bride. Jun is determined to win your heart before you wed, and perhaps a few playful kisses are the key to doing that.

Pairing: Vampire lord Jun x female reader

Genres: Fluff, Smut

Special Notes: First of hopefully many Halloween fics for this season. Smut notes will be added in the actual story as to not spoil anything. Will be detailed but slow build. Setting is very Gothic/partially dated despite the fact the story takes place in the present/future depending on how you wish to interpret it.

Warnings: 18+ obviously, vampire themes including biting, blood drinking, and mentions of killing. Slight yandere Jun.

Estimated Release Date: Between September 30th - October 5th 2022. To be tagged when Vampire Kisses is released please comment below or message me.

Teaser:

Looking out the window, you saw the sun slowly starting to peak out over the horizon, just enough to paint the sky with a purple hue. Within the next hour or so it would be light out and, if your calculations were correct, the family would be asleep by then. Mr and Mrs Wen specifically were likely already in bed by now, the older vampires having no desire to wait for the sun. They were much more sensitive to the light as you had learned, keeping their curtains drawn hours before the sun even thought of rising. They were easy to sneak around, often following the same schedule so you knew where they would be at what time.

Jun, on the other hand, was not as easy as his parents. You weren’t sure if he liked the thrill of being up when it was day or he just didn’t trust you but he would be up for hours before finally resting. Sometimes you found him in his study working on who knows what and other times you had run into him chatting with one of the servants in the kitchen as if that was a normal occurrence for him. Well, technically it was, but that didn’t mean you liked it any more. Day time was the only time you ever had to yourself, enjoying the quiet and freedom before you would be forced to adapt to the nightlife. Though it seemed your soon to be husband didn’t like the idea of leaving you alone, always knowing where you were and sneaking up on you like the two of you were playing a twisted game of hide and seek.

“Enjoying the view Sweetheart?” speak of the devil, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard his voice behind you. You hadn’t even heard him enter your room so you had no idea how long he had been there. Jun chuckled at your obvious shock as he walked up behind you, reaching out to close the curtain before the rays of the sun could peak out and threaten him. Glancing at him over your shoulder, you saw that he had ditched his usual suit and jewels for his pajamas, giving you hope that this visit would be short.

“I thought you would be in bed,” you muttered as you turned to face him fully.

“Without saying goodnight?” he questioned, “I would never! You should know that by now.” He hummed in thought for a moment as he glanced down at you, bottom lip finding its way between his teeth, “Though judging by the way you’re dressed I’m assuming you’re staying up again. I don’t understand why though, it’s so lonely when everyone's asleep isn’t it?”

“I like being alone, and I’m not ready to give up my life just yet,” you argued, making the male wince as if your words burned him.

“You really don’t like me do you?”

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svtyeongwonhi · 2 years

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Mobile Masterlist

The complete masterlist of every post is down below~

S/O Becoming Jealous

S/O Has a Daddy Kink

S/O Has a Male BFF

S/O Being Anxious

S/O Tries To Leave

Sleepless Night - Yandere!Jeonghan One-shot

S/O Becoming Jealous - Jeonghan Follow-Up

Jealous Yandere!Mingyu

Sub!Yandere Dokyeom

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therealmintedmango · 4 years

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Cerberus - Part One

Summary: ...”An eerie shadowy figure looms across the way making my murderous blood run cold. It looks smaller than a bear so the thought of running into a bloodthirsty wild animal leaves my mind. It looks not like a wild boar or cat. Wait. There appears to be not just one figure looming across the meadow but two. My eyes widen. The figures don't move but they both stand like humans would upon two legs. But they are bigger… Much larger now that I squint across at these two unknown figures. My stomach drops as I feel like a low growl is produced by the looming, unwavering figures… with… glowing amber eyes?...”

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Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut

Beta Read By: @justanothergirlfromeurope Thank you so much my darling for helping me with this! You are wonderful! Thank you! 💖

Rating: NC 18+, Explicit

Words: 5,379

Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader

Warnings: Dark themes; Possible Yandere Vibes in the future; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Implied Incest (nothing happens - I promise); Mentions of being naked/ being seen naked; I think that’s it.

It’s late July in the afternoon, the hot sun baking boils on exposed skin if you are a brave enough soul to show any flesh. The cicadas cry, the large winged beasts screaming into the scorching air, sounding like terrible, angry monsters. My giggles cut through the loud droning of the winged beetles, pleased to my core I even let out an unladylike snort, shoulders shaking as Seungkwan tells the group of us a joke. I sit with a few of my brothers - the princes of the land in which father rules - in the shade of the maple when the laughing ceases as a shadow blocks the sun from roasting us further. The younger crowd of my brothers and I look up to see it is men from the king’s court, walking over to our shady spot in the garden, solemn features, shiny hats, and a loyalty to my father is the only thing they share.

They say that mother has passed.

My brother Minghao gets up and asks where the older kin of boys are. The advisors tell him as he barks at us to stay here. The castle, they say. Infection, they say. Seokmin gasps, the bright smile like mother’s downturned at the news. Seungkwan’s joyful attitude dies. Vernon covers his face with his hands, a sob ripping from his throat. Youngest of my thirteen brothers, Chan, clings to me suddenly, tears welling in his large brown orbs as I hold him steadfast.

The food sitting in my stomach feels rotten and cursed all of a sudden. All the sound dies from my ears, my mouth hangs open as the breath escapes me.

Infection they say? How could they say such a thing? She was never ill, I think as people are running in and out of the castle, screaming and crying—something I wish I could do at this moment. I flinch, hearing my most vicious brother - Soonyoung - bellow a sound I wasn’t aware he was able to produce.

I feel the same, but only in my heart for my lips cannot utter even a simple, single whisper.

I was never close with mother even being the only daughter she had out of the fourteen children she created over the years with father when she was fertile - the only job a woman of nobility has in these times. And when she is finished having many children she is to still retain her youthful appearance which she did easily.

They said that she gave her children a little piece of herself when she birthed us all. Chan has her sparkling eyes, Seokmin her smile, Junhui has her high cheekbones, Soonyoung has her unbreakable spirit, Minghao has her sharp tongue, Jeonghan has her cunning brain, Jihoon has her feisty attitude, Mingyu has her ability to be understanding and kind in the midst of her fire and passion, Seungkwan retains her strange sense of humor, Wonwoo got her cool intelligence, Vernon got her uncanny skill to be so young but so strong at the same time, Seungcheol has her unyielding stride, and Joshua her wit. And they say that I am a twin of my mother physically: her hair, her body type, her smile, eyes, her wide hips, sharp shoulders, feet, hands, legs, and even my fingernails.

I only wish I had her spirit and fire my brothers bear, but perhaps they took it all before I was created in her belly? They say that children suck precious things out of you. Did I take everything else from her? Was my guilt eating me alive?

My father, the king of this land, kept her locked away most of the time in the high tower of the west portion of the castle. I don’t know much about father but I know he is easily jealous. He wants the best whatever that may be: the most children, the best cloaks, the best military, the cleanest streets, the shiniest coins, the happiest peasants, the most beautiful queen in all of the land. Father hated when mother would talk to anyone that wasn’t close kin at dinner time or when we went to the market when she would merely look at the fruit seller man. She would be gone for days, no trace of her for a week or so, emerging with tired eyes, brushing the stray hairs from my face as she smiled sadly at me. Little did I know there was no fruit seller in the cobblestone market either.

Still, my heart aches for a mother I had and hardly ever knew.

The sound of the boisterous cicadas fills my ears, hearing returning to normal as brothers Jeonghan and Joshua come to collect us shortly after that, faces made of what looks like stone.

It has been many moons since mother has passed. The air that was once ripe with colors and sounds is quieter now. It’s cool, my peacoat and shawl wrapped around me when I roam the garden in the afternoon with a different brother each day. It’s almost time for a harvest moon which comes in a week, Wonwoo told me on our walk yesterday. The demons and goblins of the underworld are said to have sprung up from the dirt and mud during these times. We sent mother away on a burning ship out to sea so I can’t help but wonder if mother is in the sky, the ground, or the sea still.

My brother Soonyoung and I walk quietly together, the brown leaves crunching under our boots. It is a rare time when his voice is still. I know he is pondering what to say to me.

What can one say to me?

I love them deeply though, their touch and affection they still bring to me after each day. Sun up to sun down they coddle me. They have always coddled me, even the elder ones who are fit and strong and ready to be wed treat me as if I am a babe. I used to hate feeling like this, like I am small and unimportant, a babe who needs protecting. The only daughter the king has ever had. One of fourteen. I am no one to my father, to his people. But to my brothers now I see, I am their youngest sister. Something they only have one of. They cling tighter to me emotionally and physically now that mother is no longer here.

I will take this feeling and hold onto it. I am important to them for that is why they treat me this way.

The sound of horse hooves clattering up the path behind startles me. Soonyoung shields me, pulling me into his warm chest. I am comforted and protected.

“Prince Soonyoung, Princess.” The captain speaks monotone. They do not call my name for I am a woman. Even of nobility and the pride of my brothers, I have no name besides my title.

The captain’s lips move. I have no idea if what I heard was true. Soonyoung snarls and tells them that it's preposterous and evil and to shoo before he cuts them with his blade attached to his hip. They turn on their stallions and leave, a fog rolling into the garden as I feel hot and confused.

Did I hear them correctly?

They say that father wants to marry me.

They say that he will never be able to find a bride as beautiful and as perfect as my mother. They said that I will wed at sunset tomorrow.

It is my turn to be made of stone as I fall into darkness. My breath is gone, a warm exhale hits the cool air, leaving my lips in a wisp before I pass out in my middle brother’s strong arms.

When I awaken, my eldest brother, Prince Seungcheol, is heard pleading with my father in the political hall. His usually calm voice echoes against the rock of the building, the fire crackling in his basins as my thirteen brothers all object to me being my father's next bride. His brows are kit, furrowed as his lips speak my thoughts for me while father watches with mild amusement, seated at his holy throne.

“She is not ready to be wed! She has not even bled yet!” He remarks, flinging his hands out to his sides. Little do they know, I have, I have just kept it a secret, becoming a woman is nobody's business but my own. “She is your daughter! Think, father! Think! How the kingdom will hate you for that! It is vile!” His voice cracks, tears swim in his brown eyes as my brothers shake their heads in agreement.

Yes. How vile indeed, I think watching them all silently behind a pillar from above the hall.

Father gets up with a wretched smile stretched upon his lips. I take a few steps forward, uncloaking myself from the secrets of the darkness in my nightgown a maid must have dressed me in, looking over the stone railing. “She is our littlest sister! Our only sister! She deserves to be married for love and only love-“

SLAP.

I gasp as my stomach pits into itself. My brothers flinch.

“How dare you talk like this to me, Seungcheol!” Father spits, anger flashing in his eyes like the fire in the torch basins. “She is a woman. She has no rights no matter who and what she is. She belongs to me.”

“How dare you treat Y/N like an object and not like your daughter!” Soonyoung snarls, mothers fire lit inside of him like the hot sun. He is brilliant and strong like a tiger who burns through the forest in his powerful wake.

Father raises his hand striking Soonyoung across his cheek with a sound that echoes in the corners of the hall. Something falls from his hands, though its clanking sound is covered up from the shouts that follow.

“How dare you thirteen boys!” Father is shouting, my feet are moving on their own, rushing down the stairs to my brothers. “All of you are utterly worthless!” He shouts as Mingyu, the tallest brother, rage ablaze on his face as he moves toward the king, arms raised as he acts like he is about to slap father.

Please, don’t! Is what I want to say, but I cannot.

“Guards!” My father shouts into the hall as they come running in at his command. “Flog them all hundred lashes each!” He smiles a wicked smile as I run up to the scene with the ones carrying swords and pointed sticks. “And if they make a sound give them ten more!”

My brothers are being beaten and detained and my heart is breaking into fragile glass as the noise and blood coming from their mouths is too much to bear.

I do the only thing I can do.

It is my turn to protect my brothers.

Please mother, give me all your strength to stand up to this vile, evil man who surely killed you for the sport of it. My gut twists thinking of the peril I may face rising to the challenge that is our father.

“Stop!” I say, my voice shaking as the next few seconds feel like hours and the eyes of all the men in the hall are on me. I walk toward my weathered and old looking father as he smirks a devilish grin down at me ascending the steps to his throne.

“Father please, I beg you: I will marry you and do whatever you say, as long as you let them go now.” My voice does not shake now. My voice is calm and steady. Mother’s spirit fills me at this moment as I speak up to my father. Before this, I have not spoken to him before this for what feels like eons until now.

“No!” Several of my brothers yell as I stand in false confidence, inhaling the iron from the red liquid that fills the hall. “No! No! No!” They shout as I stand in front of the man that doesn’t see me as a daughter. I am an object to him, whether I like it or not.

He smiles, stroking his wiry, grey beard as he sits back on his golden chair, cloaks draped over his shoulders pool and spill over the seat behind him.

“Whatever you say?” Father quips and I nod, hands balling into fists onto my sides, nails that are not mine dig into skin that is also not mine. “Then strip.”

My eyes grow wide, my lips part in shock, my blood which is mine boils, white-hot and merciless trapped in this skin that should belong to my mother.

“Father, please!” Jeonghan, my father’s son and second eldest, pleads now. “Be reasonable!”

“She said anything, boys.” My father, the ugly worm that he is, states calmly.

“Should a virgin be seen like this before she is wed?” Joshua makes a good point while father rips his pupils away from me as Jihoon, smart bugger that he is, recites the article of the kingdom where it is unlawful for a virgin to be seen in such a state before she is made another man’s woman.

Father scoffs as he says, “Flog them two hundred times if they don’t like-“

“No.” I say, holding my ground, brushing hair out of my face. All eyes on me again as Chan starts crying. “I will do what you wish.”

“Then do it!” Father shouts, banging his fist on the arm of the golden seat as he gets up. “Do it now and if anyone makes a noise: I will behead you.”

I do it. I find the buttons on my yellow nightgown, my hands do not shake or waver as I shake the comfortable garment from my shoulders. My slip is the only thing that covers me now. My brothers close their eyes, look away, Chan choking on his sobs but the only thing I can hear is the roar of the crackling of fire. I step out of my nightgown, walking up to my father's throne. I see it. Glinting in the torch light. A stray blade lies upon the steps close to the devil king that is my flesh and blood.

Praise the gods for the viscous middle brother I have.

I step out of my white slip now, distracting the men who have their wicked eyes set upon me, hungry wolves ready to take any meat they can. I hold my father’s gaze as it travels down my body, making sure he does not look upon what my right hand is doing.

I have it. I move quickly, the spirit of my mother now fully alive inside of the body that is said not to be mine.

But now it’s mine.

I am not a disrespectful child nor have I lashed out against my parents ever. I followed the rules without exception, never spoke out of turn and always let my older brothers go first for treats and presents. Always. I am a slave to my family and the system that I was born into. The ugly demons and snaggle-toothed goblins are really alive and well during this time as my brothers have said. The scent of strong ale hits my nose the closer I get. Maybe the beings of the underworld have possessed him? I am looking for a way out, a way to logically justify the way father is. But no. I know the real answer.

This man is evil. Has always been evil. And he needs to be stopped.

I am not a killer. But I am sick of the mistreatment of my family. I know my father killed my mother. There was no infection. None.

Like a crazy witch with eyes burning like white-hot coals, whose blood is singeing to be set free, I plunge the pointed blade into my father’s throat.

Blood spurts from his neck, squirting against my bare flesh, his eyes roll back as he gurgles profanity, my body blazing as my whole existence is overcome with the desire to end this cycle of corrupt injustice.

“Run!” Vernon shouts as the guards descend in my direction. I drop the blade in haste, my brothers scream for me to run away as the guards scream mutiny.

And I do.

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-Somewhere deep within the neighboring wood...-

“I’m hungry.” A clear tenor tone sounds off in the dark wood, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he resumes a human form in all his naked glory. Hoseok’s lithe body full of sweat glistens under the moonlight as he reaches for his purple cloaks under the large tree in the middle of the bog they just finished running around in.

“Me as well, brother.” A deep bass vibrates off the trunks of the thick trees, his wolf form morphing into his handsome, tan body.

“Taehyung, Hoseok.” A soft voice wafts through the air. “We aren’t to feast before the full moon.” The eldest quips, melting from his shiny fur, shaking his dark locks free from his collar as he dresses under the almost pregnant moon.

“I can’t wait.” The second eldest grunts as he comes into the torch light that was burning on the stump next to their favorite tree. “The air is ripe with so much wildlife tonight.” He wets the edges of his lips, the thought of fresh, pink, juicy flesh at the forefront of his mind as well as his brothers.

“Where are Jungkook and Jimin?” Namjoon growls as he quickly morphs into his tall self, sweaty skin glistening under the light from the mother moon. Their run through the dense wood was very fruitful in the sense that they let loose and got a lot of pent up energy out of their bodies.

“Weren’t they behind you, Yoongi?” Seokjin questions as he scoops up the younger one’s clothes in his arms, signaling Taehyung and Namjoon to take the torch light. Yoongi shakes his white hair back and forth with a solemn grunt. “Very well,” Seokjin nods, twitching his nostrils in the air. “Hoseok, you have the loudest howl. Will you please call for the troublemakers?”

The man with the hair as bright as cherry pie chuckles right before he sucks in a large breath. The third eldest bellows a howl that will be heard throughout the wood surely.

They wait with bated breath for two of the younger brothers to respond. The wind whips around them carrying the smell of fallen, rotting leaves, thick moisture in the atmosphere, and the odor of something unfamiliar in the air. They all exchange looks in the torches' soft, orange glow. Something doesn’t feel right.

The five brothers start to become uneasy. Taehyung shifts on his feet. Yoongi wets the edges of his lips more. Namjoon shifts his eyes between his brothers, swallowing uncomfortably. Hoseok frowns, kicking a few leaves in the dirt as he waits for the brothers to return his call.

After another moment or two, the second eldest bristles, anger flashing in his amber orbs. “I swear if those wild banshees from the Twicelands have set another trap for us in our forest-“

The white-haired brother is cut off by the sudden cry of both of his brothers they were in search of, coming east off the dense bog.

“Come quickly!” Jimin yelps, his higher pitch ringing around the wood. “Come see brothers!”

Meanwhile, Jungkook only utters one word that has the brothers taking off like bats out of the deep trenches of hell. “Mate!”

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My skin is on fire, my fingertips numb, and my feet hurt as I run naked from the castle into the blackness of the night.

I escaped through the kitchens, not a sane soul awake at this hour so I quietly slipped through the cracks. I hear more yelling and shouting but I cannot slow down. The blood of my father drips down my naked body, making me feel like a painted warrior.

A shout is heard from the stable. The men on my father’s court call my name but it is not a happy sound. It is a sound of lies, of deceit, of pain they want to inflict upon me. I shudder when I hear Soonyoung scream a throaty battle cry into the evening air, on his way to find these men and rip them limb from limb surely.

Under the almost full, pregnant moon, a blood bath is occurring in the usually peaceful castle.

I trip on an exposed root from a tree beyond the stables. When I gather myself, pushing up off the ground, I see a bed sheet hanging from a line out to dry and I snatch it from the air. I tie it, tugging it around myself loosely, giving my legs room to carry me off into the thick wood that lines the backside of the castle.

Dread and fear taint my senses as I pad along the brush barefoot, trying to maintain a quietness even though I am running. The fallen leaves crunch underfoot, the earth cold. My naked body starts to shiver, the adrenaline of my actions wilting away as I fly through branches and bushes. I have no clue where I am headed, the pale moonlight guiding me. Wherever I see on my path I go next.

My feet slip on the slick ground under my feet. I trip over my heel several times, mud and dirt covering my palms as I right myself. I must not look like a princess, so disgusting, covered in blood and unkept in this feeble, white bed sheet.

I have to press on, I remind myself.

My breathing is ragged as I climb through long, pointed branches and under low shrubs. I stop for a second to catch my breath as I glance at the almost completely blackened forest. The nightlife of the dark wood whispering around me: bats screeching overhead, crickets that haven’t died out sing into the cold night air, even a pack of wolves howl out into the throes of the velvet evening.

I suck in a cool gust of air, ready to trek along the unknown path once more.

Wisps of my breath leave my lips as the cold night air stings my lungs. It feels as though I have been running for ages, the torch light not visible through the thickness of the tall trees. Have I run far enough? I think as I come to a little clearing in the wood, a meadow of soft, lush clover encompasses the land.

An eerie shadowy figure looms across the way making my murderous blood run cold. It looks smaller than a bear so the thought of running into a bloodthirsty wild animal leaves my mind. It looks not like a wild boar or cat. Wait. There appears to be not just one figure looming across the meadow but two. My eyes widen. The figures don't move but they both stand like humans would upon two legs. But they are bigger… Much larger now that I squint across at these two unknown figures. My stomach drops as I feel like a low growl is produced by the looming, unwavering figures… with… glowing amber eyes?

A wind whips through the meadow quickly, breezing from behind me, whipping my hair and the bedsheet about like a flag on a pike.

I hear the sound of horses and I gasp, covering my mouth with the noise I just made. I shake my head, snapping out of my trance of looking to the almost human like figures.

Have they found me? Have the guards and the men of my father’s court located me? My brothers were surely fighting, right? I pray none of my kin have lost their lives because of me. Or are they not men from my father’s castle? Would they hurt me? Torture me? Deflower me?

I shudder.

I turn to run east, looking over my shoulder to the figures that have disappeared in the trees. A fog sweeping through the thicket, blocking my vision. It was probably a trick of my scared mind, I remind myself.

Another thought chills me to the bone as I feel the exposed skin of my legs and arms slice under the thorn bush I accidentally stumble into, making more noise than necessary. I squeak in pain. The more I try and pry myself of the spikes, the more I become entangled inside of the nasty, winding plant. I want to call for help but I don’t want to alert whatever is coming near me.

It is almost the harvest moon. The line between realms is blurred meaning creatures that normally I think exist in fairy tales are real at this time of year. Could it be a wandering herd of ghouls? A pack of wild demons coming to devour my flesh clean off my bone? My body shakes with uncertainty as I paw about the dirt.

Ever since I was a little girl, my brothers have warned me about the wood. I should never go in alone. I should always bring someone. I should always have a weapon or a horse or something to protect me. Monsters are said to lurk in the bog that the wood surrounds in a thick sea of lush brush and vegetation.

An owl hoots overhead as the sound grows thicker, heavier. The footfalls inching closer and closer by the second. The wolf’s howl sounds off again, this time the cries from the beast desperate - the noise much too close for comfort.

No, I think as I freeze with a bone-chilling noise that vibrates off the trees around me. Not just one lone wolf howl. There are two very distinct animal noises that echo off the earth I lie bound to. One softer and longer. The other a little nasally and short - more like a bark than a howl.

I should have run to the market, I think, body shaking from the cold and acute fear that plagues my mind. I should have tried to hide with a peasant or two until this treacherous act blew over or married a nobleman’s family in a neighboring town. Mentally I chastise myself as the thunderous noise draws closer and closer. Why am I so rash?

My heart hurts, it clenches in around itself as I look up into the shimmering moon hanging low in the sky. In a bed of thorns I lie, blood from wounds of my own and from my father still flows down my body, exhaustion overtakes me finally. I’m entangled, suffocating in the sharp spikes that pierce my body, choking me from the freedom I so desire. I can’t move my muscles, my body tense and sore, my feet blistered and cold. I’m weary. A tear rolls out of my eye and falls onto my dirty cheek as I snap my orbs tightly closed, the horses almost upon me, I think as I hiccup a sob.

All of a sudden, the boisterous noise of what sounded like a hundred horses pounding toward me, stops. I suck in a breath and prepare for the worst. An eye for an eye, right? So they should slit my throat like I did to father.

It is my turn to die.

“Little bird,” a soft, steady tenor of a voice purrs out above me that I don’t recognize. My eyes fly open, revealing a glowing torch light and a few handsome faces I cannot place hanging around me. “It seems you’ve flown far from your nest.” He simpers, flames dancing off his puffy lips as he gently brushes a stray hair away from my unkempt face. He shows no disgust, only empathy as he gazes upon me trapped in this tangle of wild thicket.

I flinch as the long thorn branches I have ensnared myself in are being removed from my shivering body. The other boys, I’m unsure of how many surround me, take extreme caution, trying not to harm me as they pull the plants off of me.

“Are you from Royaume des Diamants (Kingdom of Diamonds)?” His puffy, pink lips utter quietly in the night. I stare at his sculpted face, admiring his accent as I feel like the terrors of the darkness are melting away with his soft speech. I say nothing but look up into the rich eyes that seem to glow a golden-amber shade in the torch light. They bewitch me and I am in awe. “Little bird?” His perfect brows twist into an expression of concern and I take a moment to glance away from his otherworldly face and to his other features for a second.

Dressed in rich purple with gold medals hanging from his broad shoulders, I can tell he was from a family of prestige. His lips are giant and lush but they are not out of place on his pale face. He appears to be a prince from those fairy tales I’ve heard so much about from the stories my brothers have told me since I was a babe. His dark hair envelopes his face, curling just at the ends, making him look far younger than I am sure he is. They finish uncovering me from the thorns and all gaze upon me covered in blood, dirt, sweat - looking positively disheveled - the farthest thing from a princess.

“Hyung,” a deep bass speaks from behind the broad shouldered noble-man, “she’s shivering.” A tan boy with thick eyebrows observes above me. His velvety voice makes my cold body feel warm with the way his timbre seems to echo off the wood of the trees around me.

“I know you are probably frightened and it looks like you have been through a lot…” The prince-like man holds an arm out for me to take. “...and even though your lips don’t speak, I do not wish for you to freeze out here in the wood.” The boys surrounding me shake their heads in agreement with the handsome one speaking. “Will you come with us, little bird?”

I don’t want to die and I don’t want to die out here in the cold night. Even if they want to hurt me or worse, I don’t want to die frozen to death in the thicket. Somehow, I don’t think they are bad men, but my threshold of trust was high due to the internal struggle I faced with my family. Still, I feel oddly comforted by the seven who are mostly quiet above me.

As I go to speak - to tell them ‘yes’, opening my lips slowly, nothing comes out. Not a peep or a squeak I can utter. The boys share looks of confusion at my lack of acknowledgment. My orbs flit from one handsome face to the next. Are they all princes wearing the same cloaks of purple and gold? I register you all, I swear I think in my mess of a mind. My body is too exhausted, not being able to do anything but nod once.

That’s all they needed to collect me it seems.

“Come, little bird.” The soft voice purrs again as I am being propped up gingerly, carefully by one of the boys around me. I lull my head against his warm body, a blanket or a cloak (I haven’t a clue which) was placed upon my dirty body. This boy is strong, not struggling to hold me up in the slightest I think as my eyelids flutter. I look up to him. He has long, black-as-night curly hair that falls around his neck, smiling tenderly down at me, his nose is long and rounded at the tip, a little mole under his lip catching my eyes that flutter more and more with every breath I take. Sleep was overtaking my body now that I know I am safe. “We will take you to a place where you will not suffer any longer.”

And with that affirmation, I nestle closer in the arms of the strong, young boy, believing the prince-like voice that hums a sweet lullaby. I yawn while he continues stroking my matted, tangled hair as I fall fast asleep against this stranger's chest.

I miss the seven smiles and nods, drinking me in with their sparkling amber gazes.

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PART TWO

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Insanity (2)

A/N: Ahhhh finally the part 2 is here...Please don’t kill me because it took so long >.< I have to write this when I can in my spare time D: Also I have an ovarian cyst that is eating my ovary (not really)....so Yeah... ENJOY! <3

AU!: Psychopath!Yandere!Minghao, Psychiatrist!Reader, Doctor!Jun

Warnings: Blood, Murder, Self harm (Mentioned), Cussing, Major heartache, light smut (basically bed humping....you’ll see)

Description: You never realized how stressful and dangerous your job as an asylum psychiatrist could be till a patient, Xu Minghao, gets admitted for murder. Your co-worker Wen Junhui insists the man is dangerous and needs to be locked away. However, something draws you near Minghao. But can you break free before it is too late?

~ Admin Bella

“There is no such thing as ‘too insane’ unless others turn up dead due to your actions.”

― Mahatma Gandhi

YOUR POV

Your lips melded to his sweetly. Your hands grabbing everywhere they could, his hair, his shirt, his back. You wanted to be as close as possible. Not even remembering how you two ended up like this, you fell back against the bed. Nails digging into his skin, creating half moon shapes into his pale skin. More. You wanted more. His mouth moved down to your jaw, then your neck. Marking you as his and only his. His teeth lightly bit down into your flesh, causing you to arch your neck and whimper.

“Please” you pleaded, though you weren’t entirely sure of what you were pleading for. You just wanted more of him, in any way you could get it.

“Be patient, baby. I am sure you can do that for me.” he whispered huskily into your ear. Again, you whimpered. Completely submitting to him. He lowered himself, nipping at your chest. Popping the buttons open of your clean, white button up blouse before pulling back, his hands grabbing and squeezing handfuls of your body. Your breasts, your behind, your thighs...

“Time for some fun~”

You jumped awake at the sound of knocking on your door. You looked around in a panic, dazed from your confusing dream. Slowly you gathered your surroundings and calmed down, pulling the sticky note off from your cheek. You fell asleep at work. Sighing, you got up to answer the door. The knocking giving you a headache. You pulled the door open grumpily, looking up at your annoyance.

“Took you long enough. Why are you here so early?” Jun asked, furrowing his brows. His doctor’s coat over his shoulder casually. His question triggered your dream and anxiety took over. You couldn’t look him in the face. Cheeks flushed, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I fell asleep while looking over a- You know what? It doesn’t matter. What did you want?” you sighed, wanting him to leave quickly so you could run to the bathroom and splash water on your face.

He shrugged and smirked. Please don’t smirk at me right now. You thought to yourself, the smirk cursing you to remember the lips that caressed your body in the very confusing dream. “Y/N? Wow, I wish I could see whats going on in your head that makes you space out so often” he tsks, shaking his head.

“Sorry, just a weird dream I had, and no, I don’t want to talk about it. I actually want you to leave so I can freshen up before my shift starts” you began shoving at him to move out of the doorway.

“Damn, someone is grumpy today.” Raising his hands in surrender, he cheesily saluted you before walking off to his own office, whistling a small tune.

Closing the door and leaning back against it, you replayed your dream in your head. You can remember the attraction you felt to him, the desire. But one thing picked at you. You could not make out his face. Its like you were lusting after a blank surface. You felt disgusted with yourself, but you have no clue why. You sighed softly before grabbing your coat and leaving your office to freshen up.

Your shift started as normal. You tended to your patients, checking in on them and seeing what their next step to recovery should be. You quietly sat in your chair of Room B, waiting for the nurse to bring your next patient before everyone goes to lunch. The door clicked loudly as the nurses dragged in an annoyed Minghao. Roughly they shoved him down into the chair, he snarled before spitting into one of the nurse’s face. The angry and disgusted look of the nurse caused Minghao to erupt in maniacal laughter.

“Nurses leave us. I wish to speak with Mr. Xu alone.” You thought Minghao would respond better if the nurses were not in the room, however, you had guards watching the security cameras if something goes wrong. The nurses grumbled while leaving, the one nurse grabbing a tissue from the desk, wiping his face.

“Minghao, why are you annoyed?” You asked calmly, setting your clipboard on your lap.

“What makes you think I am annoyed?” his laughter calmed down, settling into the chair. “I think i am in a pretty good mood.”

You clicked your tongue and write a quick note. He seems to find whatever mood he is in, what we call “annoyed” or “frustrated,” to be his good mood. After you wrote your note you crossed your leg over the other one, eyeing him carefully. He looked paler than yesterday. Dark circles under his eyes. He must not have slept well.

“Minghao, how are you sleeping? Cause if you are sleeping poorly we can give you a nightly sleeping medicine.” You smiled friendly, clicking your pen to make the note.

“No” he said plainly, a smirk on his face. The smirk taunting you. Immediately you were taken back into the dream, the man’s lips ghosting over yours. His body against yours, making you feel every, single inch of him. Dammit! Snapping yourself out of your fantasy, you realized you were awkwardly paused, staring at Minghao. “Like something you see?”

“No! I just...Please, Minghao. Let’s keep this professional.” forcing a smile, you shifted in your chair.

“Mm, but I don’t like our current arrangement” He tilted his head at you, leaning forward in his chair. “You know what I do like?”

“What is that?” you immediately regretted asking.

“Your tits.”

Sighing softly, you shook off his comment. “Minghao, have your thoughts of self harm or harming others ceased? Or are they still ongoing.”

“Do you always talk of such boring topics? Let us talk of something interesting!” he stretched slightly in his jacket, his black hair falling into his eyes.

“What would you like to talk about then, Mr. Xu?”

“God.”

You raised an eyebrow but asked him to continue.

“Do you believe in God?” he asked, leaning back in his chair again.

“I don’t know exactly. My views are complicated. Why? Do you believe in God, Minghao?” you were honestly curious now, what was he getting at?

“Yes. I believe God made all of us.” He calmly said, looking up to the ceiling. Or maybe the Heavens

“I...did not know that. We have a church-”

“ He made us as puppets for his amusement, and I am just giving him a show.” he smiled at the Heavens. His eyes dark with mischief.

You swallowed hard, your shock turning into horror as you shakily grab your pen to write more notes. His eyes scared you, it was like he had you pinned in an imaginary corner, strangling you. His eyes gave away that that any moment, he could attempt to kill you.

“Stop fucking writing my every movement!” he shouted and a fire lit in his eyes. In this moment you were truly scared of him and of your job. You carefully thumb the arm of your chair, feeling the button to signal help. He huffed loudly, shaking his hair out of his eyes. You could see him chewing on the side of his cheek, his eyes boring into yours. You felt frozen, he had you stuck, and it terrified you. You pressed the button, your chest heaving slightly as you tried to get your breathing under control. As the buzzer rang out in the room and nurses flooded in to take Minghao away, he smirked.

It was then you realized, he was testing you.

MINGHAO’S POV

She did it.. Hm, she isn’t very strong. We’ll have to work on that. He thought to himself as the nurses pulled him up and began escorting him back to his room. He carefully looked back at you, the smirk never leaving his lips. You were trembling, and he enjoyed the effect he seem to have on you. You were his own little play toy, and he refused to give up without a fight. He winked at you, as you blindly followed the nurses out the room, watching him be carried off. However, when you were no longer in his line of sight, boredom took over and his chewing on his cheek increased. Coppery blood touched his tongue, and his lips were lightly stained. The nurses sighed in and shoved him into his room.

“Stop biting yourself or we will need to put something in your mouth, Mr. Xu. I doubt you want that.” The kinder nurse explained softly, however the other nurse, the one Minghao had spat at, had already left.

He smiled widely at the nurse, tugging within his straight jacket. “When will I be released from these binds?” He asked, tilting his head at the nurse. Walking backwards, he sat down on his bed.

“When your behavior improves, but that is up to the doctors and your therapist, Mr. Xu.” the nurse said before leaving. Having to tend to other patients.

His mind never left you. How scared you looked, all he did was yell and your mental wall came crumbling down. How meek. He leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes with a small smile. His fantasy of you grew more and more. The way you pursed your lips when making notes of his behavior. Your lips drove him crazy, he wished he could just thumb at your bottom lip. Then you would suck his thumb into your mouth, your eyes staring into his as you swirled your tongue. He wanted to break you and build you up at the same time. He wanted you to be like him.

Just the thought made him shudder in pleasure. He could feel himself desiring you. His body responding to his imagination, he gently moved around so he was laying on his stomach. Pulling his knees up slightly, he lowered his pelvis down onto the bed, a low gasp leaving his lips. Slowly he rocked himself against the mattress. Eyes closed, imagining you below him.

Clawing at his back, scratching bright, red marks that would later scar. Making you scream as he thrust deeply into you. Your moans echoing through the room as he pinned your hands to the bed.

His face was buried into the bed, low moans and pants escaping his plump lips as he ground himself into the mattress. Pleasure taking over every section of his body. His hips began to stutter, his release was getting closer and closer. Ready to push him over the edge. But it wasn’t right. It wasn’t perfect. He wanted to feel you wrapped around him. He snarled in irritation as his orgasm began to drift away. Again he lost himself in his fantasy to get what he desired.

“Cum for me, Minghao. Please.” you would whisper into his ear, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. Your fingers knotted into his midnight black hair, tugging gently on the locks. Making him growl lowly and thrust harder into you. Then it snapped, specks of white light clouded his vision as ribbons of his release spilled within you.

You were his, and anyone who dare tried to take you, would simply have to disappear.

A deep, husky groan signaled his end, his hips rolling into the bed as he prolonged his high for as long as he could. Eventually he rolled over onto his back, sitting up slightly to look at his sweat pants, he chuckled at the wet spot clearly seen. His cum seeped into the material. Laying back with a soft thump, his hair messily strewn about against the pillow. Staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts were poisoned by you. He wanted you to himself, and that meant he needed your trust. But first, he wanted to destroy the outcome of your dirty, little secret

YOUR POV

With wobbly legs, you carried yourself to your office. Part of you wanted to fill the form to request Minghao to be seen by someone else, and the other part of you knew he was your patient and you had to deal with this. Unlocking the door to your office, you heard footsteps behind you. Swallowing hard, you turned around to face Jun.

“Hey..” you whispered.

“You look scared, why?” he furrowed his brows. “Did something happen?” He placed his hand on the small of your back, motioning for you two to talk in your office.

“Just a patient got a little...feisty. It caught me off guard is all. I am fine.” You gave a small smile to reassure him before walking to your desk to put files away. He does not seem to believe you though as he narrows his eyes.

“I don’t know how well I believe you, especially with that Minghao fellow.”

Raising a brow, you paused in your actions and looked up at him in surprise. “How did you know I was with Minghao and he caused this?”

“Jeez, Y/N, why are you so uptight. I saw your schedule and Amanda told me you were in with Mr. Xu just a bit ago.” He shook his head, sitting down on your couch. “Y/N, are you sure you are okay? You are acting odd.”

“I am sorry, Jun. I just don’t feel right, I guess.” Sighing, you sat down next to him, putting your head in your hands.

“You need a vacation. Being here day and night isn’t good for your mental health. Take it easy, okay?” He gently put his hand on your shoulder, rubbing softly.

You smiled at him, genuinely feeling grateful for him right then. “Thank you, Junhui. Maybe I should take a few days off.”

“You should. Go home, stay in your PJs, watch some stupid TV. Hell, go to a bar and get laid.” He wiggled his brows at you, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“That is something you do, Jun” you rolled your eyes and chuckled. Shoving him off from you in a playful manner.

“Mmm true, but hey! At least I’m not uptight.” With a wink, he stood up slowly. “I gotta go, but I’ll come by later for lunch.”

You waved at him with a small smile as he left. You adored Jun, he was always there for you since you got here. He annoyed you, yes, but you loved him as well. He seemed to always know what to say to make you feel better, either by being stupid and making lame comments, or help talking you down from any sadness you were feeling.

It was then you heard an uproar and a low alarm rang throughout the halls, breaking you out of your thoughts. You realized the alarm tone, and panic filled you. It was a code red alarm.

Someone was murdered.

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