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Blood Lust

Chapter III

!pairings: Vampire!Ot8!Straykids

summery: Now that the eight men have fullfilled their end of the deal it's your turn.

TW: Mentions of previous abuse, PTSD (?), mentions of murder, thoughts of violence, burning bodies (?), smut, voyeurism, cockwarming (kinda), blood play, praise, pet names (ex: sweetheart, baby, sweet girl etc,,,), Sir kink, MxM moments, unprotected sex, dry humping (?), fingering (f receiving), nipple play, aftercare. [Please let me know if I missed anything!]

A/n: I've never written smut before so it probably isn't the best, I'm sorry!

One last look back was all it took for you to know it’s over, the years of torture you endured were finally over.

You couldn’t help but tear up as you walk to the front of the apartment, sniffling, you wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks, of course the eight men notice Jeongin going up and asking if you’re alright, “I’m sorry, was that too much for you?” He asks his lips curving downwards into a frown.

You let out a few shaky breaths, “No, I’m okay.” You smile your cheeks and nose rosy from crying, “I’m so glad it’s over.” You finally break sobbing out in relief. They all watch unsure if you’re comfortable with them touching you to try and comfort you so they hold off, all but Felix who walks over and slowly places his hand onto your cheek using his thumb to wipe away the stray tears.

You laugh at the gesture and move your hands up to wipe them away yourself, “Thank you.” You smile at the blond, before walking over and putting on a pair of shoes, “It’s still okay for me to go with you right?” You ask craning your neck to face the men by the door.

“Of course you can.”

Chan smiles at you his dimples popping out, Jisung moves his hand out to you and you grasp it, the cold touch startling you but you continue to hold it nonetheless, “So, where are we going?” you ask walking down the hall to the elevator of the apartment building, the blank walls and carpeted floors leaving you with a sense of unease from the amounts of times you passed them on your way back from work to Sungwoo.

You shake your head not wanting to think of him, this is your fresh start, your brain already conjuring up so many ideas for what you’re going to do, maybe you’d try reaching out to your parents and pray Sungwoo didn’t ruin your relationship with them when he cut you off from your family and friends all those years ago.

You were so deep in your brain that you didn’t even notice how much time had passed until you were walking into a luxurious-looking building, your hand still intertwined with Jisung’s his hold on you never slipping, “I’m so excited.” He smiles at you his cheeks looking adorably squishy, Felix overhears what Jisung says “Me too.” He agrees his usually deep accented voice pitched higher.

Hearing what they say you’d expect you’d be going to an amusement park not somewhere where they are going to drink your blood. It still feels odd that these seemingly normal men are vampires, heck you have doubts now, but all evidence points to them being truthful about their mythological beings.

You walk past a large lobby where the only person there is the receptionist and seeing as it’s still early morning it does make sense for it to be relatively empty, but you can’t help but feel bad seeing them yawn and rub their eyes nearly asleep from most likely being stuck on the graveyard shift, you focus your attention back on the men at the sound of the elevator dinging, opening its shiny metal doors for the nine of you.

Entering the surprisingly large elevator you’re amazed at its luxurious look, from its pristine, finger-printless walls to the large glass opening behind you which thankfully has no sunlight coming through, you watch as Chan presses the button for the very top floor, ‘the penthouse.’ you think to yourself impressed but then remembering these men do look like they could be supermodels.

You frown as you look out the window watching the once spotless sky slowly fill with dark storm clouds, you worry that Sungwoo’s body won’t have fully turned to ash but, you quickly reassure yourself that even if he doesn’t they still made sure he was dead.

Changbin turns and sees your pale face and scrunched eyebrows, “Uh oh, are you having regrets now that he’s dead?” He asks his face one of both a smug expression with a hint of concern before you can respond he shrugs, “Oh well, not like we can bring him back.” he says before looking away from you and beginning a conversation with Hyunjin, Jisung sends him a look squeezing your hand in comfort but you quickly speak up, “No actually,” you smile, “I’m glad, I was just thinking that the sky is getting cloudy and you know..” You trail off squeezing back at his hand reassuring him you're okay.

Felix who stands next to you wraps his arm around you stroking his thumb up and down your arm sending tingles down your body.

As the elevator continues rising you choose to stay quiet not sure what else to converse with these men about, you can hear the small ‘ding’ every time you pass a floor over the quiet chatting of the boys and the relaxing elevator music playing in the back. When you finally reach the penthouse the elevator lets out a louder ‘ding’ than it did for the other floors before the doors open and you see a metal fence-like door with a lock on it appear.

Chan digs through his pants pocket pulling out his keys making a move to unlock the gate, the boys all flood out of the elevator once the gate is fully opened by Chan Jisung quickly pulls you into the foyer of their penthouse, “Come on [Y/n] I can’t wait to show you around!” He smiles.

The apartment is nice and clean with a nice modern feel to it unlike the old-timey vampire lair you imagined them in before, the walls are mostly white with accent walls here and there, lots of gorgeous artwork hung on them, along with the massive floor to ceiling windows, that all adorn heavy-duty blackout curtains, Jisung also points out their massive balcony that overlooks most of the city.

He drags you into the living room with a soft and cozy couch and lots of throw blankets, along with imagining a lair you also thought they might have a frat house-like state, lots of mess around, and stereotypical ‘male’ decoration, but they had a stunning sleek style to the living room, a huge TV adorning the wall, and an expensive looking glass coffee table in the middle of the room, “Your house is so nice…” You comment looking at an exquisite painting on the wall, “Oh, Hyunjin made that one, lots of the artwork in here was made by him.” Jisung mentioned, you look over at said man in awe, he’s seated on their couch legs draped over Changbin’s thick thighs, he acts all nonchalant “I like to paint.” He shrugs before going back to scrolling on his phone.

“Come on [Y/n] I wanna finish showing you around~” Jisung whines, dragging you around the rest of the house which looks just as nice as the rooms he’s shown you already.

He shows you their kitchen which is rather large the black and white marble counters cool to the touch, you can see they obviously don't use it much, when you open their fridge it's completely void of any food, but when you think back in it that does make sense for them.

You follow him farther into the penthouse stopping by their bathrooms, they have two of them that he shows you, both in matching designs but one has a fancy-looking jacuzzi tub and the other a walk-in shower.

You'd never seen either of those in real life only knowing the simplicity of a combined shower bath, your eyes wide in awe.

A laugh brings you out of your admiration making your cheeks puff out in embarrassment, Jisung can't help but laugh at the adorable sight of you, your amazed face, and sparkling eyes.

A look of fondness paints his face, his eyes soften and his cheeks go pink, all of which you miss in favor of your own amazement.

After he’s shown you all around their home, excluding the inside of their bedrooms he drags you back over to the living room, “Chanie Hyung ~” he purrs, “Can we start now?” His doe eyes plead, Chan’s dark eyes flit over to you who’s standing next to the pleading man, your hands wringing together a small blush dusting your cheeks, “I’m not the one you should be asking Hannie.” He says his voice low with the hint of a smirk.

Jisung’s eyes move over to your figure next to him, his pupils dilating in want, he can still smell your sweet blood and if he were to strain his ears he’s sure he could hear your heart thumping in your chest, your blood pumping through your veins, oh how he wants to nuzzle up against your pulse point before sinking his teeth into you.

His teeth feel uncomfortable in his mouth yearning to sink into your delicate human neck, to taste your warm, sweet blood fill his mouth, he wants that so bad.

Would you let him? Would you let him and his coven use you? Let them feed themselves off of you? Let them taste you? Fuck, he can’t stop thinking about it, can you see the want in his eyes, his need to take a bite of you?

Han looks over at Chan, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, Chan raises an eyebrow at him, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, “Go on.” Chan voices, Jisung looks back over to you standing next to him, a rosy blush on your cheeks, you look so cute squirming in your spot, he doesn’t like that you aren’t looking at him though.

He takes a step closer to you reaching out his hand and cupping your chin raising your head to look at him, his gaze dropping down to your plush lips, your eyes shining in the apartment lighting, you make eye contact with him and that makes him want you more, the almost innocent look on your face all too adorable to him. His tongue darts out wetting his lips. You can’t help but watch as the pink muscle wets his lips leaving a glossy sheen to them.

You wonder if he can hear your heart pacing in your chest due to your want and excitement, you want them to make you feel again, feel like Sungwoo’s death wasn’t a dream but reality, want them to cover your memories with pleasure.

Jisung closes the space between you two ducking down to your height before placing his soft pouty lips on yours, his hands moving down your body before resting on your waist, your hands moving up around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss not caring who’s watching.

His lips parted enough for his tongue to dart out and poke at your mouth asking for entrance, you part your lips, his tongue slipping in and swiping over the inside of your mouth, you move your tongue against his, swirling together as saliva drips down and onto your chin. The kiss is all wet and syrupy sweet, you can hear him moaning into your mouth, his body pushing closer to yours seeking out your warmth.

He finally pulls apart from you with a lewd ‘pop’ a string of spit connecting you together, “What’s got you so excited, hm?” He asks with a dopey smile appearing on his lips, “I’m just happy.” You say a genuine smile taking over your face.

“So happy.”

You giggle, your hands raking down his chest resting to his clothed tummy. The two of you are so absorbed in each other you don’t even notice Chan has walked over to you until his hands land on your waist, his large hands cupping over Han’s before pulling you away from the man and into his chest.

“Let’s not do this in the living room.” He smiles at the two of you, your brain foggy from the kiss making you all pliant as he maneuvers you down the elegant hall and into a spacious bedroom.

He picks you up wrapping his arms around your thighs and plopping you down onto the large plush bed, you sink into the middle of the buttery comforter which is a nice cool temperature beneath you soothing your warm skin.

Jisung attempts to climb onto the bed after you but is pulled away by a disapproving Minho “You know the rules Hannie.” He shakes his head making Jisung pout and wiggle in his hold trying to break free and get to you. Chan shakes his head a deep chuckle coming from him before he moves away from the bed and over to Jisung giving a kiss to his pink, pouty lips and moving away back to the bed.

He climbs onto the bed his arms caging you underneath him, you bring your hands up and wrap them around his black button-up shirt, tugging him down and raising yourself up to meet in a kiss, your eyes closing as you allow your tongue to swirl with his in a wet french kiss.

Chan’s deep stormy blue eyes watching your lashes flutter against your rosy cheeks as you kiss him, the lewd wet sounds bouncing off the walls making the other seven a bit jealous they aren’t the ones kissing you.

Using one arm to hold himself he moves the other up to cup your cheek his own eyes closing allowing himself to enjoy the intoxicating feeling that is you.

After kissing for a few more seconds you finally pull away from him, releasing your tight hold on his shirt laying back down on the plush bed, “Ah, right my blood.” You say scooting back from him just enough to allow you to pull your shirt off of your body, leaving you only in your undergarments and pajama pants “That’s what you want right?” you continue throwing your shirt leaving it to land somewhere behind you “Go ahead.” you offer tilting your head and exposing your neck to him.

“Take as much as you’d like.”

Chan feels as if he was put under a trance his eyes glazing over as it feels as though his body is moving on its own, he leans down pressing his chest to yours using one of his hands to wrap around the back of your neck, he narrows his eyes at the bruises covering your neck like a collar along with the hickeys dotting your collarbones and chest, he lowers his head even more his tongue lolling out of his mouth tickling you as he leaves wet swipes all around your bruised neck He leaves open-mouthed kisses around your hickies erasing them as if they’d never happened.

You feel fuzzy, like everything is cotton candy fluffy, as he mouths around your neck, you’re so distracted by his wet lapping you don’t even notice when he bites down forcing a moan from your parted lips, you move your arms brushing them against his back feeling his tones muscles from under his dress shirt before raking your hands through his dark curly hair.

The others can scent your blood through the air, they feel as if they could see it if they strain their eyes enough, they’re jealous seeing Chan take gulps from your neck knowing they’ll have to wait their turn so they don’t drink you dry, they can’t help but imagine themselves in his place you arching your back into them letting out the cutest little “Ah, ah, ah’s~” dragging your nails over their scalps, oh how they wish it was them.

Jisung is still struggling in Minho’s hold rubbing his ass onto his hyung letting out small whines, “Stay still.” Minho breathes out into Han's ear, tightening his hold on the squirming boy. He lowers his hold on him moving his hand down to palm over the younger bulge successfully making him stop his squirming.

Chan pulls away from you when you give a light shove to his shoulder forcing him away from you, as he sits back you plop yourself down onto his lap, blood dripping down from the small wound on your neck a few drops escaping and dripping onto his face, he licks his plump bloody-red lips, “What’s wrong?” He asks his eyes trailing down to where your drops of blood roll down your chest.

You encircle your arms around his broad shoulders pulling yourself closer to him,

“More…”

You press your chest to his, he moves his hands down to rest on your hips pressing you down onto his bulge, “Please..” You whisper into his ear, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine, the desperation in your voice making him hiss in desire, you can feel him twitching beneath you making you more desperate for him, you remove your arms from around him and settle one onto his chest the other to one of his hands resting on you, “I don’t want you just there,” You say as you grasp onto his hand and drag it up you back and onto the hook of your bra, “I want …more~” You gasp out.

He huffs a chuckle from his throat, his thumb moving to his cheek wiping away your crimson blood and slipping it onto his pink tongue, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “Oh [Y/n], you have no idea…” He hums, his cold touch cupping your cheeks thumbs stroking up and down, shivering you lean into his touch small huffs leaving your parted lips.

“How much I’m holding back.”

Nuzzling into his touch a small plea of “Sir~” can’t help but leave your lips, his hold on you going stiff, “Oh [Y/n], sweet, sweet girl.” He coos, “Tell me… what is it you want me to do, hm?” his face contorting into an arrogant grin, you can feel yourself vibrating in need as his hands reach up tugging at your pouty lower lip, your tongue lolling out shiny and wet as he slides his fingers into your mouth.

You take his finger deeper into your warm mouth, your tongue swirling over his digits, eyes closed and moaning as he forces them in deeper causing you to gag, he pulls them away making you pout at him, “I asked you a question [Y/n]” He says his voice teasing as a genuine smile curls onto his lips.

You drag your hand from his chest down to his toned stomach, “ I want you to…”

“Touch me,”

“Hold me,”

“And fuck me.”

“I want you to do whatever you can to make me feel whole again.” You purr, rubbing your face into his hold, you’re a little sticky from your sweat and you're sure your face is flushed but you couldn’t care less how you look right now as long as he makes you feel as though Sungwoo’s death wasn’t just a dream that it wasn’t just a fantasy you want him to make you feel just how real it was.

Chan smirks at your words leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, this kiss is unlike the previous one you shared, that one was lewd, slow, and wet this one is all teeth clacking together and biting each other's lips, your tongues battling the other, he wraps his hands behind you and unhooks your bra letting the straps slide down your arms, briefly you pull away from each other your lips pulling apart with a wet ‘pop’, your bra falling off your body before he throws it somewhere in the room to be forgotten.

The others are so pent up and struggling to hold themselves back from the scent of your blood still floating around the room calling them to you, not to mention the sight of you sprawled out on the bed chest heaving as you take in deep breaths after the kiss you shared with their leader, They watch their want barely being contained, few of them are able to hold themselves back from palming themselves at the sight, hell, Jisung is putty in Minho’s hands, you glance over at the two only long enough to see Han’s unbelievably pretty dick being stroked by Minho’s veiny hands.

You can feel a dribble of slick wet your panties at the sight of them, only able to catch a quick glimpse before Chan is moving your gaze back to him, “Focus on me.” He whispers into your ear, nuzzling into your neck, licking up the small amount of blood that ran down your neck from earlier.

He follows the trail of blood as it rolls down lower on your chest, moving over to your breasts and letting his tongue swirl around your left nipple, feeling it harden under his tongue he continues, you move your hands up scratching at his scalp and pulling him closer to you allowing him to suck and swirl around your bud pulling small moans from you, you twitch and squirm in his hold, he growls against you send shocking vibrations down to your core.

“Slow- slow down~” you moan out, your grip on him loosening before the sensation of his sucking and slurping becomes too much for you causing you to tug him away by his hair, your breath hitches and eyes widen at the realization of what you did, you quickly pull your hands off of him and closer to you as a memory of Sungwoo floods your mind.

“Did you just fucking touch me?” Sungwoo scowls his face contorting into one of disgust your hands still buried in his brown hair “Get your disgusting hands out of my hair.” His voice deep and cold as the haunting words leave his lips.

His memory shuts off your brain and tricks you into believing he’s the one above you, you shrivel away from Chan, curling up into a defensive position as you hyperventilate eyes shut tight to block everything.

“I-I’m sorry…” You whimper still in the same position the words pulling out of your chest as a last-ditch effort to try and make what you did right, all the men in the room are confused as they watch you, the tension instantly disappearing as you dig yourself into your trauma.

Chan’s eyes are scrunched in hurt, moving his hands closer to you in an attempt to grab hold of your hands and try to offer some comfort but when you see his hands coming closer to you, you move away from him instantly.

“Oh [Y/n]..” His voice is pained and the others watch still standing in their position to make sure you aren’t frightened by their presence, “Why? What's wrong did I hurt you?” He asks his voice soft and his movements slow making sure you can see where his hands are going.

‘...He’s going to hit me…!’ you can’t help but think even with all his precautions, his hand gently grabs ahold of yours and you watch with wide eyes as he raises it to his lips placing a small gentle peck to your open palms his eyes closing as he leans into you. “Did I do something wrong?” His eyebrows pinch together “I’m just- I’m just touching you…” He breathes out as his tongue darts out and leaves teasing licks to your fingertips, “Holding you,” He moves further down to your wrist leaving another tantalizing lick there “and licking you the way you wanted.” He moves away from your wrist and closer to your face cupping one of your cheeks and going over to your ear licking at the shell of it.

“Or would you prefer I did something else?” He says his gaze soft as he once again lowers down to your chest this time taking your right bud into his mouth causing you to moan in pleasure, you cover your mouth with your hand, your face feeling hot at all the attention you’re receiving.

Chan drags his hand up from your waist and up to where your hand is dragging it away from your parted lips, “I want to hear you,” He glances over at the others who are watching the two of you, “and I’m sure they do too.” He smirks at them before going back to licking at you.

“Hng~ Not just up there,” You lightly push at him making him separate from you with a lewd ‘pop’ before you cup his cheeks and leave a wet kiss on his shiny lips, “I- I want you to touch down there too..” You whisper turning your face away from him in embarrassment, lifting your hips and grinding up into him “...Please…” you add turning back to make eye contact with him.

“Fuck.” He breathes out closing his eyes while he grinds down onto you rolling his hips down into yours, you can feel him, your eyes widening at his size, ‘Can I even take that?’ You mentally question yourself, “A-are you sure?” he questions you diving down and licking at your neck, you cup his sharp jaw lifting his head and leaving a tantalizing lick on the shell of his ear “Hurry~” you whisper to him sending shivers down his body, you can feel him twitching in his slacks making you roll your hips into his once more.

“Ahh, [Y/n],” He chuckles pulling away from you and lifting your legs up before slowly pulling at your pajama bottoms, while he does so you turn your head and look at the seven pairs of eyes that are trained on you, your gaze flitting over to Minho and Jisung, Minho and you make eye contact one eyebrow raised and a teasing smirk adorn his face before you lower your gaze down to see Han’s pants pulled down to his thighs, his wet, pretty cock standing tall as Minho pumps it, moving your gaze back up to their faces you see Han’s eyes glazed over a trail of drool falling down his lips to his chin.

“Eyes on me,” Chan commands grabbing ahold of your chin and taking your focus back to him, he trails small kisses down from your ankle to your inner thighs the eye contact making you shy, he gives one last lick to your thigh before moving over to your panties, you’re positive he’s seen the small wet patch on the gust of them when he chuckles, you evert your eyes from him when he does so choosing to look at the pretty artwork on the wall, he places a short kiss to the wet spot before moving up and placing a second kiss at the small bow on the front.

The slow drag of him pulling them down makes your legs shake in anticipation, once fully off Chan smirks before throwing them towards the others letting them fight amongst themselves for who gets them “Oh [Y/n], you’re so wet already,” he coos, “Is this all for us, hm?” he teases his fingers brushing against your aching clit.

“As much as I’d love to be in you already I think we’re gonna need to open you up.” He says his middle finger running up and down your slit. His fingers slide up and down spreading your slick around, the delicious stretch of his thick fingers spreading your hole open, your back arching as you moan out.

You squirm at the drag of his fingers brushing against that little spot as he wiggles them up deeper into you.

“Ngh… Sir~” A whimper spills from your throat, tears gathering in your eyes, nobody has ever been this gentle with you, his cold hands adding more stimulation sending shivers through your body.

You feel embarrassed, you can feel their calculating eyes on you, feel as though they are dissecting your every move, the small noises you make, the twitches of your body, the wet squelching every time Chan thrusts his finger in a little too fast.

You’re embarrassed but you can’t help but want more, you need more, it feels so good as he grinds them into you taking his time, his other hand toying with your sensitive clit.

“Good girl, think you can take another?” Chan asks his fingers pulling out of you making you whine and wiggle your hips at him.

You cry out as 3 of his fingers penetrate you, stretching you out, “I know sweet girl, but you’re doing so good for us.” He soothes, his other hand stroking circles onto your thigh, tears prick at your eyes turning your vision blurry as they escape and roll down your rosy cheeks.

The bed divots behind you a tell-tale sign of someone crawling up to you, you crane your neck back and see a tuft of blond hair as Felix pulls up behind you.

His large hands cup your cheeks your tears wetting his fingertips as he wipes them away, leaning down he places a delicate kiss to your warm forehead, brushing away some of your hair and tucking it behind your ears.

“Is Channie Hyung making you feel good honey?” He coos a sweet smile on his face, you can see his sharp little fangs peeking out while he smiles, you nod your head letting out little squeaks at the drag of Chan’s fingers inside you.

The others can smell your blood sweetening pulling them in like a moth to a flame, the scent getting sweeter the more excited you get, they all take steps closer to the bed, the mattress bouncing you up as Jisung climbs over to you,

“Remember Ji, Channie gets to go first.” Minho chides worrying Jisung will scoop you up and dart away with you, Seeing as Jisung was practically drunk off the scent of your blood alone they all worry he won’t be as delicate with you as you need to be treated right now.

Regardless Han plops himself next to Felix at your head pushing the blond out of the way and cradling your head on his lap, “Doin’ so good pretty.” He babbles stroking your tangled hair, “Ji~” Felix whines at having his spot taken away tugging at the man to attempt to get his spot back.

His fairy-like features scrunching into a cute pout you can barely resist from reaching a hand up to cup his freckled cheeks, but you’re quickly pulled away from that thought when you feel Chan’s thick fingers leaving you.

You whine at the loss but at the sound of Chan’s belt buckle coming undone you decide to focus on that, you rake your eyes up his body, while you were entranced with Jisung and Felix you hadn’t realized he had removed his shirt.

His toned muscles shining in a thin sheen of sweat, not to mention his veiny hands undoing his belt, you’re hoping no one will notice you drooling at the sight, but even prettier than that is when he drags his dress pants down revealing his red, veiny cock his tip glistening with pre-cum.

Your eyes flit up to his face your eyes meeting, his blue eyes drawing you in deeper.

“Before we continue are you sure you want this?” His stormy eyes once dark now appeared to hold so much light, the feel of your warm hand cupping his jaw dragging him closer to you

“I want this.” you affirm your gaze never leaving his, your lips meet in a searing kiss, slow and melty, his lips feeling like chocolate melting into you, so delicate and not at all like Sungwoo’s.

While it may seem selfish of you, you can’t help but want them to erase all your hurt, want them to help you pick up your broken pieces.

The feel of his tip poking at your entrance pulls you out of your selfish desires, “If it hurts tell me, I’ll stop.” He whispers to you his hands caressing your warm cheeks, your hands bury themselves in his hair tugging him down to your neck.

His sharp thrust into you masking the pain of his teeth sinking into you once more, your cry of pain forcing him away from you.

Cool hands brush through your hair and wipe at your tears the two men above you taking the time to dote on you, they themselves know the pain of taking Chan for the first time, while the drag of him can feel amazing with time the pain of the first push still lives within’ their memories.

“We know sweetheart.” Felix coos at you with your red and puffy eyes, a painful reminder that you deserve to be treated with all the care in the world.

Chan allows you time to adjust truthfully something that is new to you, Sungwoo never cared if you were in pain, never cared how much he hurt you, the sick bastard even got off on it.

Chan leaves small kitten licks to the new fresh puncture holes in your neck slurping as it dribbles out more blood for him, his lips red with your blood small flecks of it drying around his plump lips, the metallic smell of it along with the blood loss making you feel light-headed.

Small pecks dot your cheeks and forehead Jisung and Felix reassuring you that you’re being so good for them.

All of it was so overwhelming, their words going in one ear and out the other, you’d never been praised before, you weren’t sure if you could believe them, their sweet words melting your brain down to marshmallow fluff, your body pliant as Chan gives small thrusts into you as you adjust the drag of his cock inside your gummy walls doing nothing to help you feel as though you were resting on a soft fluffy cloud.

Your warm walls feel like heavens gates Chan couldn’t help but let his hips stutter even the sensation of cockwarming in you made him feel as though he’d bust at any second, your lidded eyes staring at him as though he were a puzzle.

He’s sure you’re trying to evaluate them to see if you can truly believe they don’t want to hurt you, after all, who knows how long you were hurt by that scumbag of a man, he’s only just met you and he’s sure he’d give you the world if you’d ask, he wants to be soft with you, offer you the things nobody has before.

And seeing his youngers being so soft with you makes him more sure of his desire for you.

At a particularly short rough thrust, you can’t help but cry out the large stretch still being a little too much for you and he wasn’t even all the way in yet, only about halfway in.

His hips instantly recoil away from you in fear he’s hurt you but before he can pull out your legs wrap around his waist locking him to you, your eyes instantly clearing of the sweet foggy look “No- no you said-” You hiccup an adorable pout on your face, “-You said you’d give it to me.” You cry your hands leaving their hold on Felix and Jisung instead reaching out to Chan with cute grabby hands.

All their gazes on you soften, the others still scattered around the room coming closer to help console you, “I know,” He coaxes, “I want to keep going too but I- I don't want to hurt you…” He says his hands reaching out to hold you.

“It's okay I-!” You cry out your hold on him tightening, “I can take it.” You say your voice dying down in embarrassment your cheeks puffing out but your eyes stay determined.

Felix runs his hands through your hair, Jisung stroking his hands up and down your arms, coaxing you to lay back down for them, “Channie knows you want to take it, but we gotta be gentle with you.” Minho speaks up your focus turning over to his frame at the edge of the bed.

‘That's right they only need me for my blood…’ You can’t help but think they don’t actually want to do this for you after all the deal was that they got your blood not you.

As if sensing your doubts Chan's hold on you tightens bringing your attention back to him, “[Y/n] I’ll keep going but you have to promise you’ll stop me if it ever gets too much for you.” He states his voice dark and serious.

“I promise.” Is all you have to say before your breath is knocked out of you your eyes rolling back at how deep Chan is inside of you now that he’s pushed all the way in, your walls clamping down on him making him hiss unable to pull out to thrust again he delivers shallow thrust into you rocking himself deeper.

“You’re so tight I can barely move.” He groans out his head thrown back at the feeling of your hot gummy walls making him throb inside of you.

Your arms are wrapped securely around his body your nails clawing at his muscular back most likely leaving red scratches behind, his head moves back to your neck licking up the trail of blood that oozes from your small puncture wound, you rest your head of Jisungs thighs both his and Felix’s eyes glued to where you and Chan are connected.

The others watch in Jealousy as Chan delivers thrust after thrust into you, your legs still locking him close to you his mouth leaving wet bloody kisses to your neck.

Small breathless moans leave your parted lips your eyes closed as you live in the moment you can feel Felix and Han’s hands moving all around your body sometimes being brave enough to trail down to your perky nipples gently twirling them between their fingers.

All the sensations you feel force you closer to the edge a tingly feeling in the pit of your tummy, Chan trails his hand down to toy with your puffy clit, and that's the final blow you need before your walls clamp down on Chan as pleasure takes over your body as you moan out.

You feel all fuzzy after your climax whimpering as Chan chases his own release, your walls sucking him in deeper.

The sweet taste of your warm blood along with the feel of your slick walls on him pushing him over the edge as he pulls out spilling all over your tummy.

Your breathing is heavy your chest expanding as you catch your breath your arms still wrapped tightly around him connecting his chest to yours his own, his arms supporting his weight above you, you instantly release your grip on him scooting back wards forcing Han and Felix to move to.

“Ah, I’m sorry you probably didn’t want me to hold onto you after.” You apologize wrapping your arms around yourself fearing that he must hate you now, Sungwoo hated it whenever you tried to touch him after he came, always shoving you off of him or recoiling in disgust as you reached out to hold him.

Even with him still trying to catch his breath he looks up at you confused, his eyebrows pinching together and his lips curling down to a frown, Felix reaches out to grasp your shoulder but you flinch away from him moving up to the headboard of the bed away from all of them.

You can see all their concerned eyes on you, all of them holding themselves back from crawling up to you and scooping you up into a reassuring hold, “Oh [Y/n], It’s okay.” Chan speaks up pulling himself together so he can better comfort you, now is not the time for misunderstandings.

He slowly moves himself closer to you, your trembling figure curled up away from them holding yourself like you’d break apart any minute, he frowns at this making slow movements allowing you to see where he’s going he doesn’t want to scare you, he’d never hurt you like he did, none of them would.

He gets close enough to grab ahold of your waist pulling you up and onto his lap his hands stroking through your hair as glassy tears roll down your cheeks, he holds you like this until you start to feel too light-headed the world around you slowly turning black as you allow yourself this moment of peace.

Only when you’ve passed out in his arms does he finally look up at the others, Felix is holding onto Jisung his fingers running through his jet-black hair, his glossy brown eyes filling with tears for you, Felix too is tearing up his pretty cotton candy pink eyes showing so much sadness and worry.

The others standing next to the bed look just as concerned for you, Chan can’t help but feel so much adoration and love for these seven men in the room, hell he thinks he may be falling for you too, the sweet girl who has been through so much resting in his arms, your face finally looking at peace as you rest, your cheeks shiny with the tear streaks left on your pink cheeks.

“Hyung can we keep her?” Jeongin speaks up first with an adorable pout on his fox-like features, “Only if that's what everyone wants, including her.” Chan agrees his thumbs stroking your bare skin

They all watch for a moment longer, Minho being the first to walk away and down the hall, they all wear matching confused looks until they hear the water running in the bathroom, the bathtub being filled with hot water.

Minho watches as the tub fills up making sure the temperature isn't too hot for you, even dares to add a bit of the bubble bath he bought for the youngers into it watching as fluffy bubbles fill the tub along with the water.

His brows furrowed thinking of all the negative ways you reacted, thinking of how you shielded yourself whenever you pushed yourself away, watched as your pretty eyes filled with tears and not ones of pleasure.

He wonders how long you had to deal with your abuser, how long you were stuck hurting.

Back in the room, they all speak in whispers ensuring you're still asleep and going deathly quiet when you squirm in your sleep.

They watch the hand marks on your neck along with the hickeys and Chan's bite slowly fade from your skin, they're sure you're worn out, you deserve rest while they clean you up.

When the tub has filled up Minho walks back, and over to where you're resting against Chan, his arms slowly and carefully slipping under your back and knees lifting you up and walking your sleeping form to the bathroom.

You're dully aware of your body being placed into warm water, the feeling of it washing over your tangled hair along with the gentle but thorough feeling of somebody washing it, your eyes heavy with exhaustion unable to open.

You can hear the thudding of multiple people walking closer to you can feel as another set of hands begin to lightly scrub at your body with a washcloth, the smell of coconut filling your nose before you're blacking out again.

Changbin scrubs at your tummy gently taking care to be gentle with your body, dragging the cloth up your sternum and to the wound on your neck taking extra care to wipe away the trail of blood rolling down to your chest, watching as it dilutes into the water.

They move your pliant body every which way making sure every part of you is clean as if they were washing away your past hurts. When they lift you to scrub at your back they feel as though a bucket of freezing water has been dumped over them.

‘Sungwoo’

The marks are still scabbing over, the skin around it pink and irritated no doubt causing you an uncomfortable amount of pain, the inscribed words aren’t the only thing marking your back, no, whip scars litter your skin some older some fresher bruises accompanying them, making your skin looks like a child colored all over you with blue, red, purple, and yellow.

Chan felt as though he was going to be sick, watching as mark after mark made an appearance how none of them had noticed earlier is beyond him,

Minho’s hands washing your hair has gone tight, while he knew their saliva could help with fresh cuts there was nothing they could do about your scars, nothing they could do to help erase the pain he’s sure you’ve felt whenever you felt or saw them.

Now he wishes they would’ve made him suffer, made him endure all the pain you went through instead of slitting his throat, if he wasn’t dead already Minho would have tortured him he’s sure the others feel the same way.

Changbin lets his fingers skim over them feels the jagged skin as he makes his way down, making sure he’s extra gentle as he thumbs over the cursed name marking you.

Han and Felix fuming as they watch Changbin’s fingers run down your spine, they can't understand why anyone would want to hurt you, sweet [Y/n] who is amazed by the simplest things.

Similarly, Jeongin and Seungmin think the same things how anyone could hurt you and leave lasting marks is beyond their comprehension, they haven't interacted much with you but you seem like such a sweet soul, you don't deserve this.

And lastly Hyunjin, he doesn't understand it either, he's painted many beautiful things and one day he'd like to include you on that list, so the fact someone practically branded you is unacceptable, of course he believes you're very pretty regardless of any imperfections such as these scars but his hands clench so tightly crimson circles appear on his palms his nails leaving small cuts, the small amount of pain grounding him.

They all share a collective look as if saying ‘Nothing like this will ever happen to her again.’

They’ll make sure of it, they’ll protect you from any harm, they’ll keep you safe, no harm will ever find you.

Ever again.

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Blood Lust:

Chapter III

~Sneak Peak~

pairings: Vampire!Ot8!Skz x reader

summery: Now that the eight men have fullfilled their end of the deal it's your turn.

TW: Mentions of previous abuse, ptsd (?), mentions of murder, thoughts of violence, burning bodies (?), smut, voyeurism, cockwarming (kinda), blood play, praise, petnames (ex: sweetheart, baby, sweet girl etc,,,), Sir kink, MxM moments, unprotected sex, dry humping (?), fingering (f receiving), nipple play, aftercare. (All in the upcoming chapter) [Please let me know if I missed anything!]

[A/n: I actually love this chapter sm so I decided to post a little sneak peak (I got the idea from @hollyhomburg who has an amazing abo bts x reader series) enjoy the preview!]

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Only when you’ve passed out in his arms does he finally look up at the others, Felix is holding onto Jisung his fingers running through the boys jet-black hair, his glossy brown eyes filling with tears for you, Felix too is tearing up his pretty cotton candy pink eyes showing so much sadness and worry.

He wonders how long you had to deal with your abuser, how long you were stuck hurting.

Back in the room, they all speak in whispers ensuring you're still asleep and going deathly quiet when you squirm in your sleep.

They watch the hand marks on your neck along with the hickeys and Chan's bite slowly fade from your skin, they're sure you're worn out, you deserve rest while they clean you up.

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Blood Lust

Chapter II

!pairings: Vampire!Ot8!Straykids x Reader

Genre: Supernatural AU, Angst, fluff, gore, MDNI!

!TW!: violence, mentions of SA, stalking (sort of), mentions of murder, death, lots of gore, blood, torture, BDSM mentions, consumption of blood, strangulation marks, MDNI. [Please let me know if I missed anything!]

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“We can help you if you’d like. We can kill Park Sungwoo.”

The men in front of you say their voices holding no emotion as their eyes gaze into your soul. “You,” You breathe out, “Can do that?” Your voice is shaking and unstable, but your eyes are shiny as if you were a child who just woke up on Christmas.

“If that’s what you’d like.” One of them shrugs, but you turn your head downwards and stare at the rubber playground floor, “N-no I was just joking, that was a joke, I don’t want that.” You say, tightly clenching your fists, “But if we did do it, if we did kill him for you, it would make things easier for you, no?” One of the figures says you can feel their intense gaze on your shaking form, making you uncomfortable.

“We only want to help you.”

The man behind you speaks into your ear again making you shiver at the heat from his breath contrasting the cold winds that blow past all of you. “But why..?” You turn your head to gaze at the man with dead eyes. Even though you are so close to him you can’t see his face. There is a large shadow that covers the top half of his face exposing only his lips and chin, but you can still see small peeks of freckles dotting his pale skin.

“You clearly need help, if you don’t want us to kill the man we could help you escape. Would you prefer that?” One of the figures speaks up, It’s hard to tell who of the eight men in front of you is speaking seeing as they are all shrouded in the night's darkness.

“He won’t let me leave, there’s nothing you can do about it.” You whimper, eyes starting to gloss over again as you choke back tears, “I shouldn’t even be out right now I- if he finds me not at the house then-” You’re cut off by the man behind you pressing his body against yours and wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a back hug. “Don’t worry about that, just let us take care of it.” He whispers into your ear.

You freeze at his touch, your breath hitching, “Yeah right, even if you did help me run away or kill him I’d still owe something to you, wouldn’t I?” You breathe out whimpering as tears splatter onto the ground, the man behind you chuckles, “Well you aren’t wrong we do want something from you in exchange.” You crane your neck up to try and look at him, “What would you want from me?” You ask, “All you’d have to do in return is let us drink your blood.” He states casually, your face quickly turns to one of shock and disgust, quickly pulling away from him and spinning around to face him, “Are you all some sort of cult?” You ask in an uneasy voice wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort more so than protection.

The man from behind you takes short strides towards you, “I guess in a way it is something like that.” He hums, leaning down to take your hand in his, “But that’s not the case.” He smirks as he comes into the dim lighting of a nearby streetlamp,

He has pale skin dotted with constellations of freckles, shoulder-length blonde hair that shines even under poor lighting, and his eyes are a soft pink which puzzles you because that shouldn’t be possible. Still, even with his unique eye color, his looks are incredible, he has fairy-like features and he’s rather petite, he brings your finger up to his lips parting them. He drags your finger over his canines, “Why don’t you use that pretty-little head of yours to think of something a bit more outside the box.” He smirks, “You uh- cosplay?” You ask dumbly, making the man laugh and shake his head, “Use that imagination of yours.” he smiles showing off his sharp, pointed teeth, “You’re… Vampires…?” Your question, your face scrunched up in confusion at having to rack your brain for even the most outrageous possibilities.

“Bingo, you caught us.”

You laugh in disbelief pulling your hand away from him “Yeah right, and I'm the Easter Bunny.” You mock in a sudden moment of bravery. The blond man pouts, his brows furrowing at your response, “He’s telling the truth.” Another one speaks up. “Alright prove it then.” You challenge them, you figure the worst they can do to you would be nothing compared to the ‘punishment’ you'd receive from Sungwoo if you were caught outside of the house without his permission.

The blond perks up at your challenge, “alright, sure” he accepts before pointing over to a closed shop across the street from the playground, you look at him expectantly and in the blink of an eye he's somehow managed to appear across the street before suddenly reappearing in front of you.

You freeze, ‘there's no way there has to be an explanation to how he made it there and back so fast’ You think to yourself, you feel frozen in place like a bucket of ice was dropped over you, your eyes are wide and your breathing becomes uneven, the man takes a step closer to you forcing you to take small steps away from him ‘Think [Y/n] how can you get away from these men… How can you stay safe?”

“Don’t be scared, we won’t hurt you.”

Another one of the men steps forward from the shadows and into the dim lighting, this man is taller than the blond with a lean build, smooth milky-white skin, with deep ruby red eyes so dark they could almost be mistaken for black, and unlike the blond his hair is a jet black quite the contrast to his friend but they are similar lengths. He radiates an elegant aura and is very poised and confident as he approaches. He smirks at the frightened look on your face and your frozen stiff body. You gulp as you watch him make his approach toward you “So do you believe us now?” He smirks

‘If they are really vampires, why bother helping me…’ you think to yourself “You said you'd help me, so long as I let you drink my blood right?” You question, and they nod at you, “Then why bother with me when you could drink anybody else's blood for free, what's special about me?” You follow up your previous question, “Simple,”

the blond speaks up.

He takes long strides towards you, before leaning down and taking your small hand in his larger one, his fingers delicately holding your hand dragging it up to his face, you can feel his smooth skin graze your fingertips as he slowly moves your hand trailing up from his throat to his face. You shiver as your wrist makes contact with the point of his nose, feeling his warm breath tickling the skin of your wrist, your breath hitching as a moan leaves his parted lips, you can see his eyes roll back his long lashes fluttering as his eyelids close and his knees buckle before he finally finished his answer.

“You smell unlike anything we've ever encountered before ”

You can hear your heart beating through your ears as your face involuntarily flushes as his reaction. You finally clear your head to think straight about their offer ‘a group of vampires who can kill Sungwoo for me… As long as they can drink my blood.” You shakily take in a shallow breath of air, ‘How is this even possible, unless, no they have to be lying there's no way.’

“So what do you think?” One of the figures speaks up, and you flinch, ‘There’s no way this is real, I must’ve been knocked out by Sungwoo..’ you mentally shake your head in disbelief.

In reality, you stare at the floor with no emotions on your face like an empty book. “You do have someone you want us to kill, no?” The voice speaks again, and you can sense his intense gaze on you as you contemplate the idea.

Your lips part before snapping shut, you swallow a thick glob of spit and clench your free hand. ‘Maybe they really can help me..’ You raise your gaze from off the rubber flooring of the playground and stare at all the men in front of you, you have a determined look, scrunched-up eyebrows, and a cute pout on your face.

“All I’d have to do is let you drink my blood?”

You whisper towards the men, “And after you do,” You swallow again out of nervousness, “You’ll kill Park Sungwoo for me?” you ask, your eyes are now glossy with fresh unshed tears but the serious look on your face has yet to disappear. ‘It doesn’t matter what they are, as long as they keep their word and help me.’ You decide.

You remove your hand from the blond's hold, his fingers gripping down on your hand before finally releasing you, you inhale quickly closing your eyes, and hold your hand out to the remaining six men within the shadows. You can hear a few of them chuckle before they make their way out from the dark and into the poor lighting of the street lamp.

They are all handsome, each with unique features. The one who steps up to take your hand is a well-built man with dark-black curly hair that is short compared to the other two you've met thus far, he has heavy eyes that are a dark shade of blue, and a wide nose that you find all too attractive, he too has rather light skin but he is just a hint tanner than the other two you’ve seen.

“So all we’ll have to do is kill this man for you and in return, you’ll give us your blood, that all sound correct to you?” He asks, his cold hand intertwined with yours in a formal handshake, “Yes.” You state determination laced in your unsteady voice.

The man smirks before he brings your hand up to his plush lips like the blond had done earlier, but instead of swiping your finger over his teeth, he brings it between his upper and lower teeth before biting down, puncturing a small hole into your finger, “Ah~” you groan out, It hurts a little but it also feels strange. You think to yourself as he begins to swirl his tongue over the new cut on your finger collecting the small drops of blood before he takes your finger deeper into his mouth and moans at the taste of your unique blood.

The reason Chan and his coven had even approached you on this chilly night was ‘cause they had smelt your sweet blood and had to know where the erotic smell was coming from, and that’s when they had found you, sitting on the swings all alone late at night, clearly roughed up.

They could smell your blood and how much of it was seeping from your smooth skin, and even worse than being able to smell the bloody state you are in they could very clearly see the print of large hands wrapped around your neck formed in a dark reddish-blue color along with some smaller bruises surrounding it that looked much like hickeys. They could tell something had happened.

Chan is busy sucking on your finger eyes half closed as they roll back, he slowly removes it from his mouth with a wet pop, a string of his saliva connecting the two of you, he has an erotic expression painted on his face as he savors the last remnants of your blood left on his tongue and again moans at the sweet taste.

Your face is flushed at the scene that just took place, you quickly hold your hand close to your chest, “W-what was that about?” You squeak out.

Looking down at the cut you notice it's gone “Wait, what happened to the cut?” You ask, still staring at your finger in amazement, He chuckles, grabbing ahold of your hand and swiping his wet, soft tongue over where the cut was, “Well, our saliva has healing properties so our prey doesn't bleed out on us.” He says leaving one last swipe of his tongue to your finger. “Woah, But seriously what was that about?” You pull your hand away once more.

“Well, you did say we could have your blood.” The blond shrugs his shoulders, one of the men who has adorable chubby cheeks and reminds you of a squirrel whines, “Hyung that's no fair I wan’ some of her sweet-smelling blood too.” He pouts, but you quickly shake your head and take a few small steps away from the men ‘Can they even be called men?’ you wonder to yourself but shake away the thought.

“Nobody else gets to until after you kill Sungwoo for me.” You madly blush, your finger feels tingly and hot, almost a numb feeling, and when you look down at it the small puncture is nowhere to be seen, you're positive he poked a hole there but looking at it now it's not there, it's so strange to think his spit really made it disappear as if it never even happened.

The squirrel-like man pouts even more at your words and grumbles under his breath but accepts it, he too is pretty with black hair as well but he is more of a jet-black with a hint of blue as an undertone that reaches the back of his neck in length his eyes are a unique burgundy brown color which is mesmerizing to you.

“Well since we’ll be helping each other I think we should get to know each other.” The man who shook your hand earlier speaks up clapping his hands together, “Okay,” you nod, “I’m [L/n] [Y/n].” You introduce yourself albeit a bit warily, “I’m Chan.” He introduces himself and you bow your head toward him. A lean man, with very dark purple hair, speaks up next “I’m Minho.” He introduces curtly bowing his head to you but even as he does so you can feel his sharp gaze on you, his eyes match his hair with their purple hue.

Another strong-looking buff man with black hair and teal streaks speaks up “I’m Changbin.” He says to you with a small smile on his face, “I’m Jisung.” The man who was pouting earlier smiles at you and you return it, a man with puppy-like eyes approaches you “Hi [Y/n] I’m Seungmin.” He too introduces and the last boy approaches you, he has long black hair with streaks of platinum-blond at the front which sort of reminds you of an Oreo.

“I’m Jeongin.” He too smiles at you. “The two you met earlier were Hyunjin and Felix.” The blond one who you assume is Felix waves and smiles at you with his fairy features, and Hyunjin smirks at you making you blush ever so slightly, “It’s nice to meet you all.” You say bowing to the eight men.

“Well then [Y/n], how would you like us to help you with Sungwoo?”

Chan asks a sadistic grin on his face that makes you shiver at the sight. His grin reminds you of the face Sungwoo makes at you and it sends you into a small panic but you quickly try to compose yourself.

“I’m not sure.” You answer with a frown on your face, Chan hums and takes steps toward you “Would you like for us to decide then?” He asks, leaning close to you and tilting his head.

You look down at the floor away from the proximity of the two of you and slowly nod your head, “Alright then.” He smiles before turning around and facing his men, “We’ll be in charge of disposing of the pest bothering [Y/n] So,” He claps his hands together again,

“Let's get going.” He says a dark twisted smile appearing on his face.

Sungwoo wakes up to the sound of pattering feet in the apartment, he groans and reaches over to his bedside table and grabs his phone checking the time to see it’s merely 5:30 in the morning, “God dammit [Y/n]..” He exhales before stretching in his bed and getting up.

He makes his way out of his room and down the hallway to the kitchen which he finds is empty, but before he makes his way to continue his search for you he notices that your shoes are missing from their usual spot. He goes to open the door but before he can he hears a clatter of noise coming from down the hall.

He makes his way down the hallway and to your room at the end of the narrow hall, taking notice that the door is ever so slightly ajar, and peeks in only to see you sitting on your unmade bed.

He shifts his eyes around the room but sees nothing out of the ordinary, no packed bags or anything you could have done to make so much noise so he decides to push his way into your room.

“[Y/n] There you are, I thought you had run away for a minute there.” He laughs, a fake soothing smile plastered on his face that makes you feel sick to your stomach.

You sit there watching him approach you with a dead look on your face, you give off no emotions and simply sit there “Park Sungwoo.” You whisper. His grin widens as he hears you whisper his name, “That’s me,” He grins wickedly, “I heard some loud sounds coming from your room care to explain, hm?” He asks, trying to act cute and less intimidating. Truthfully he’s hoping to use you again, you certainly seem pliant enough for him to do something to you now.

God he can't help but think of you all tied up, rope tied around your body all pliant and waiting for him, you'd look so cute with a black blindfold over your eyes, calling out to him as he watches you wiggle in your confinements.

“I’m sorry for what I did last night but you needed to be reminded of who you belong to.” He says in a mock apology.

“You know how much I hate punishing you but since you did such a good job taking it last night why don’t I give you a treat, yea?” He asks, pouting his lips at you and pretending to coo at you.

As he takes another step toward you he finds himself staring up at you from off the ground, finding he can’t move.

“What the hell! [Y/n] What’s going on?” He yells at you, but you only continue to sit there on the bed staring down at him, “I wouldn’t worry about her right now mate.” A voice calls out.

Sungwoo can feel the floor thump beneath him, a set of footsteps walking over to where he’s sprawled out on the floor.

He looks up and sees a man staring down at him, his face void of any emotion except for an icy glare. The man above him sneers, “I can’t believe something as pitiful as you was being such a pest to poor [Y/n], You don’t deserve to even look at her.”

“Who the hell are you?” Sungwoo shouts, twisting his body every which way to try and wiggle free of whatever was holding him down. “Ew, you’re right hyung, whatever this vermin is it’s disgusting.” Jisung appears beside Chan and scrunches his face into a disgusted sneer at Sungwoo.

“Why the hell are you all in my house, [Y/n] did you let them in? Fucking bitch!” Sungwoo angrily spits out, turning his fury to you.

A scream is ripped out of Sungwoo as he feels his limbs twist in ways that shouldn’t be humanly possible. He can hear the sounds of cracking and popping as his limbs move on their own, breaking his bones.

He shifts his eyes to look up and sees eight pairs of eyes staring down at him each with a matching sadistic grin to go with them.

Sungwoo turns his gaze to you with a pleading look on his face “[Y/n], please help me!” He begs hot tears streaming down his cheeks “I said help me you fucking slut!” He yells his face red with rage when you don't immediately move to help him. Your hands twitch and you have to hold yourself back from wanting to help your abuser because even with the help of these eight strange men you're worried he'll manage to get his hands on you and try to drag you down with him.

“Did she sleep with you guys? Is that it, she's convinced you to get rid of me with that cunt of hers.” He scoffs trying his hardest to provoke these men.

You sit there staring down at the man who has tortured you for years begging for you to help him escape the pain when you've experienced a feeling similar to this for years.

“Please, please! I don't know what I did, but stop, I'm begging you!” Sungwoo wails at the burning feeling of his limbs twisting. His words and actions doing complete 180’s trying different tactics to be set free.

Chan stares down at the squirming man at his feet, he takes a step forward and steps on his fingers using the full weight of his body, he can hear them crunch and crack under his leather boot.

“Such filthy hands,” Chan wrinkles his nose at the wailing man, “Chan just get it over with,” Minho rolls his eyes as he takes a step closer to him, Chan looks around to see the others agreeing with him, “come on hyung~ Hurry up I don't know how much longer I can hold off.” Jisung whines walking over and sitting next to you

“Ha! Please, even in death you'll never get rid of me [Y/n], No matter what happens you'll be stuck with me!” Sungwoo screams at you as Chan crouches down and runs his long, sharp black-painted nails across Subgwoo’s neck.

He gags at the feeling of Shape nails cutting through his skin, feeling the hot crimson blood drip from his sliced neck, and gurgling on it when it spills into his mouth. His eyes roll to look at you, blood slipping through his parted lips.

Your breath and heartbeat speed up as you catch his gaze, you feel sick as you watch a twisted grin smear onto his face, his eyes turning to crescents and his once-white teeth stained red. The eight men back away from him as he takes shallow breaths finally releasing him from the invisible restraints.

You can't see anything other than the lifeless body of Sungwoo, his last words ringing through your ears, your bloodied and scabbed back throbbing with a scorching heat like you can still feel the dull knife carving his name into you.

You stare as Chan slits his wrist with his nails nice and deep letting his blood drip onto Sungwoo's body, you watch as the others follow his lead and do the same thing letting their blood spill into his lifeless body, “What are you doing?” Your hoarse voice questions them, a few turn their heads to look at you before Minho speaks up, “Well, Vampires burn in the sun, and so does our blood.” He shrugs as if it were common sense, “So when the sun rises you'll open the blinds and he'll burn up?” you question back, “Smart girl.” He chuckles, his smooth voice sending shivers up your spine.

“Alright, now all we have to do is wait.” Chan says, you don't pay much attention to the words he speaks instead focusing on the wound on his wrist closing up as if nothing ever happened. Chan follows your gaze and looks down at his now wound-less arm, there's still small drops of blood pooling around his veins but the cut that once was there is nowhere to be seen.

“Ah, yeah, we can hurt ourselves all we want but there are specific conditions that need to be met if we were ever to die.” Hyunjin shrugs watching the small looks between you and Chan before looking down at his own healed wrist.

You're not sure how to respond so you hum and watch as he pulls a handkerchief from a pocket and wipes the dried blood from his arm before handing it around for the others to use, “So~ can I have some of your blood now?” Jisung bounces onto the bed springing you up and pulling a gasp from you, you fall back in the bed and he lays back next to you resting his head on his palm, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Oh uhm, now?” You ask your eyes flitting away from the pouting man, “mhm!” He nods a wide smile curving his lips, you sit up just enough to see Sungwoo’s body, his head still turned to face you, his soulless eyes staring blankly at you, “C- can we wait,” you choke, “I just- Not yet.” you whisper out, he watches your face twist into sad and fearful mix making his eyebrows furrow.

He grunts before sitting up and looking to see what you're looking at, noticing it's Sungwoo he stands up and makes his way to the body on the floor, stepping so close that the blood that's pooled on the ground splashes when he steps in it, his face scrunches up at the sight of his shoes stained with red, but he ignores for the moment crouching down and turning Sungwoo's cold and stiff head away from your direction before standing back up and giving the body a good kick and making his way back to you.

The others watch the interaction between the two of you and of course, the bastard that Jisung kicked in amusement, Chan directing an adoring smile towards Jisung.

Ji makes his way back to you and once more flopping onto the bed making the mattress bounce under his weight sending a smile your way, “How ‘bout now?” He asks, you let out an amused breath at his sweet act, “Ji don't push her.” Changing scolds, Jisung pouts at his words “I'm not,” he whips his head towards you, “am I?” He asks his brows creased in concern, his big doe eyes sparkling at you.

You're not sure how to respond, yes he's being pushy but the look he's giving you makes you want to let him have anything he could ever want, but you've long since learned that looks can be deceiving, back in high school you thought Sungwoo was an angel and to be fair he never gave you a reason to believe otherwise until after your confession when he swept you away and forced you to stay away from the rest of the world, constantly monitoring who you talked to and where you went, “Well.” you start but pause, still unsure, you look down and stare at your fiddling hands, “You can say no to him “ Someone speaks, shocking you out of your thoughts, “Oh uhm.” “Don't worry about saying no, even if we have a deal if you don't feel comfortable with him doing it right now say no.” Minho states firmly his cat-like eyes boring into your wide ones.

“I’m sorry.” You breathe out clenching your hands worried they'll be mad at you or even hurt you for not wanting to let him drink from you just yet, you know they said that their saliva could heal whatever they inflict on you but your brain just can't help but think that if you say no they'll hurt you.

You're once again pulled out of your thoughts this time by someone taking your hands into theirs, you notice you left small crescent shapes cuts on your hands from your nails, Felix quickly lifts your hands to his mouth leaving small licks to the cuts making them disappear, “look the sun's out.” Seungmin points out walking over and opening the blinds to let the sunlight in, you watch as the light slowly crawls up the floors, all the boys avoiding it as it makes its way past them to Sungwoo.

You watch as his body begins to smoke, letting out a soft smile you can't help but feel happy it's over, watching his body go up in small flames, “We should go before people start waking up or before it gets too bright out.” Chan says, walking over to the exit of your room, the others following his lead, Jisung hopping up from the bed and turning to you offering his hand.

“Come with us.”

He smiles, and you look over to the others seeing them smile at you and nod, you hesitate before placing your hand in his cold one, he lifts you off the bed and ushers you to the exit with the others.

You watch as they make jokes together and talk walking behind all of them, you pause halfway through the hallway looking over your shoulder for one last look at Sungwoo, you shiver at his body his head turned to face where you stand in the hallway his body still smoking and ashes flying in the air of the sunlit room, you finally feel free of the shackles he forced onto you.

Sighing in relief that you will no longer be a prisoner to him, you walk away no longer worried about your future.

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bouquet-of-flow3rs · 7 months ago

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Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry everyone I'm currently stuck in the hospital after getting in a car crash, I was stuck in critical care but now I'm out of there but still stuck here so I probably won't be posting for a bit, I'll be putting Blood Lust on a temporary hiatus while I heal.

IM SO SORRY!!! 🙏🙏😭😭

#announcement #I got in a car crash!#i'm sorry #temporary hiatus

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bouquet-of-flow3rs · 7 months ago

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Please use full stops and separate your paragraphs. It’s hard to read and it looks like everything is one long sentence. Please use a grammar checker or something

Thanks for the advice, I will make sure to use it in my next work. I already have a grammar checker but I guess it's not the best so I apologize for that.

I plan to go back and edit chapters after the full series is realeased, but if you are referring to my one-shots I will do my best to take this advice. I was worried people would feel this way so I'll do better. Thanks again.

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bouquet-of-flow3rs · 7 months ago

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Blood Lust

Chapter I

!Pairings: Vampire!Ot8!Straykids x Reader

Genre: Supernatural AU, Slow Burn, Angst, Future fluff, MDNI!

!TW!: Violence, thoughts of suicide, sexual assault, being chased, MC is cut by a knife, mentions of legs being broken, blackmail, non-consented pictures and videos. mentions of being choked, bruises, blood, toxic relationships, whipping, degrading names, MDNI. [Let me know if I missed anything!]

[A/n: Please read the prologue first it will make more sense lol]

Waking up the next morning feels like hell. Everything hurts from the bruises on your neck to the throbbing pain coming from your core, you’re not even sure if you can get up, your lower half especially hurting, and the feeling in your legs is numb but the ache that is settled in your bones reminds you of the pain you endured last night, all of this makes you think how you may need to call out of work but you know you can’t because you need the money if you’re ever going to even get close to escaping this hell hole.

You know that even if you do manage to get the money to leave Sungwoo would come up with some outrageous reason why you can’t, like the time he threatened to kill himself if you left just as he’s done many times before, and if he doesn’t try to guilt you then you know that he may try to hurt you or blackmail. You still remember what he did to you one of the last few times you've told him you were going to leave, he blackmailed you with nudes and videos he'd taken while he took advantage of you, you’re aware he has many of both your least favorite pictures he has of you are the ones where he's written degrading words across your body and the ones where he has you tied up in rough, scratchy ropes, but you hated the videos he has more than any photos he may have, many of said videos are close-ups on where he shoved his dick into you or where you’re sobbing and he believed your tears were ones of pleasure. When you told him you didn’t care and that he could go ahead and post them he stormed off to his room before returning and swinging a metal bat at your legs fracturing them, you vividly remember the guttural cries that left your throat as he repeatedly brought the bat down on you, you remember trying to crawl away from him using your forearms to drag yourself away and you recall the evil grin on his face when he dragged you back by the ankles turning you over so you were on your back and gripping onto the roots of your hair making your scalp burn in pain, “Sorry but you aren’t going anywhere.” You remember him spitting out at you before he quite literally spat on your face, tearing off your clothes unbuckling his belt and pulling down his jeans. You remember how after he was done he left you there in the entryway leaking his unwanted cum, legs broken, and bruises littered all over your body. Even just thinking back on that memory makes you feel ghost pains of what happened that day, you also remember how he never even bothered to bring you to the hospital so you ended up healing incorrectly.

After finally getting off of your bed you slowly make your way to your dresser to pull out some clothes for work, you want to make sure you cover your bruises well enough, you struggle getting dressed thanks to the bruises on your ribs and the persistent ache of your body, you carefully sift through your dresser and pull out a cream turtle-neck sweater, you slip your arms through the sleeves and pull it over your head albeit slowly and painfully, afterwards you open another drawer and grab out a black pencil skirt, this time you struggle much more to slip it on you can’t bend without feeling immense pressure all over your body but after a few moments you manage to slip it on, lastly you grab a pair of black tights and you have to sit down before you can put those on, once you’ve managed to fully cloth yourself you walk out of your room as quietly as possible so you don’t catch the attention Sungwoo, unfortunately for you he was waiting outside your room for you when you opened the door. You stand there stiff as you can praying he ignores you but that is far from what happens because he looks up from scrolling on his phone and stares at your stiff figure, he smiles at you in an unsettling way, slipping his phone into his pocket and approaching you, you stay perfectly still as he stands in front of you, “Good morning [Y/n].” He says his hand moving up towards your hair and stroking it, “Good morning Sungwoo.” You reply holding your breath as he threads his fingers through your hair, “You look nice.” He says a bite to his tone as he eyes you up and down, his tone and stare make you stiffen up even more, “I-it’s just my outfit for work.” You stutter out, he hums his fingers moving to the top of your head before tangling them into a tight grip making you wince, “Do me a favor [Y/n],” He drawls out, ��Make sure to stay out late tonight, I’ll be bringing my girlfriend over tonight and I don’t need you here to ruin it.” He glares at you, his grip out your hair lifting your head and forcing you to look into his eyes, “Okay, I’ll ask to work overtime tonight.” You whisper, dropping your gaze to the ground. “Good girl.” He says finally letting go of your hair, you both stand there staring at the ground and he looks at you with a glint in his eyes, “Don’t you need to finish getting ready, wouldn’t want to be late again.” He says condescendingly, “Now go on.” He says smacking your check lightly but hard enough to sting before walking off. You stay there for a few more seconds trying to get yourself to move and when you finally feel like you can you dart towards the bathroom.

When you finally get there you make sure to lock the door and lean against it trying to stop yourself from hyperventilating, you screw your eyes tightly closed and clench and unclench your fists all while doing breathing exercises to try and calm yourself down, you can feel warm, salty tears escaping from your eyes and traveling down your cheeks, once you’ve calmed down enough you turn towards the mirror and gaze into your reflection. You take notice of your tangled hair, bloodshot eyes, and the bruises that peek through the top of your turtle-neck. You sigh at your reflection and begin to heat up your curling iron and pull out your make-up bag, you begin with color correcting the bruising on your skin using various products to cover it up, you cover them all from your forehead to your neck making sure none of them are too visible, you know there is no way you’ll be able to perfectly cover them but you'll at least be satisfied if you can make them less noticeable. Once you’ve completed your makeup look you begin to separate your hair in two layers before curling the bottom layer and then moving on to the top layer.

You once again stare at your reflection, you can see how visibly tired you are, and the eyebags are still rather noticeable as well as your sunken face but at the very least you couldn’t see the bruises. After you’re finished getting ready you make your way to the front door continuing to try and avoid any more run-ins with Sungwoo for the morning but of course, you see him sitting at the dining room table in the dark staring intently at his bright phone, you try to sneak past him and to the door but h speaks up before you can grab your shoes from the rack, “Don’t forget what I said [Y/n] and don’t even think about trying to run away since you’ll be out late, you know what will happen if you do.” He says lifting his head to you with a sadistic grin on his face that makes you feel sick, “I won’t..” You manage to choke out trying your best to avoid looking at him, “Good girl.” He purrs out making you feel nauseous.

Finally being out of that apartment feels like a breath of fresh air, Sungwoo has made it very clear that you are not allowed out unless it’s for work or he’s with you, but that routine feels incredibly suffocating as if you are chained to him but you’re too afraid to free yourself so you can’t help but be a caged bird.

You don’t have a car, so you usually take the train to get to work, but the walk to the station isn’t a short one. You look up to the sky and see it’s cloudy, you didn’t check the weather for the day but seeing as how it's beginning to approach winter that means there is a good chance it will be cold today, you feel the breeze push past you blowing your hair in different directions, you sigh and you can see your breathe as if it were smoke float up. Continuing on your walk you pass by many people, you see families walking with their young kids probably on their way to drop them off at school, you also see an older couple who are sitting on a wooden bench close to some shops as they are bundled up holding each other's hands, your heart clenches and you can’t help but wish that was you, and the one that tugs at your heart the most a girl around your age who is holding on tightly to who you can only assume is her boyfriend based on the way she is clinging to him as they giggle together at some private joke, god how you want that, to be genuinely treasured by someone, but you’re happy for all of those people because it means they won’t end up like you, a bird in a cage who longs to be set free. Finally reaching the train station you scan your travel pass and the gates open for you to pass through, you walk towards the train you take and wait for it to arrive as it’s running a bit behind today, while you wait you pull out your phone checking your notifications but as always there are none, ever since moving in with Sungwoo he made you delete everyone from your contact except for him and there was no number spared you weren’t even allowed to keep you family’s contacts or keep in touch with any friends that weren’t him, the only number allowed other than his was the floral shop you worked at but even that he monitors, he’s completely isolated you from everyone even going as far as to make it so your phones were connected and if you ever wanted to download any apps he would have to give permission. Boarding your train with many other passengers you quickly try and snag a seat but you are unsuccessful, you decide to hang onto the ceiling rails but you immediately sense the feeling of a pair of eyes on you making you uncomfortable, you carefully shift your eyes around the train cart trying to figure out who it is but you can’t seem to find this person until you hear the sound of a shuttering camera coming from behind you and you instantly spin around to find that sitting behind you is an old man who is staring very intently at his phone, “Excuse me sir-” You try to confront him and he glares up at you grunting “What.”, “Uhm, did you take a picture of me?” You attempt to ask but he cuts you off with a scoff, “Why would I do that, I can’t believe you’d say that!” he outrages, “I-I’m very sorry sir but I thought I heard your phone go off.” You try and reason but he begins yelling again catching the attention of other passengers on board, “Please, all you sluts are the same, you’re so desperate for male attention you go around accusing people of peeping on you when you’re a whore!” He shouts at you standing up from his seat, he’s a short, skinny old man whose hair is bald at the top, everyone on board is staring at the two of you and you begin to shrink in on yourself, “I’m very sorry sir that wasn’t what I was implying at all I was just-” You again try to apologize but he shouts once more, “No, I won’t hear your excuses you just want attention that you don’t care who it's from you slut!” He shames you, you aren’t sure how you should even react right now so you bow your head to the man before moving far away from him towards the back of the cart.

As the train finally comes to a stop you can still feel people's eyes on you even after the incident that took place earlier has ended and you can hear the murmurs and whispers directed at you as people begin to stand up and pass you to get to the doors, you keep your head facing the floor as they all walk past you, you finally exit after everyone has left, simply because you couldn’t deal with everyone’s eyes on you as you walked past them. After exiting the station it was another 15 minutes to the Flower shop. You moved in with Sungwoo after high school and he didn’t want you to go to college back then you listened because you believed he liked you back and just didn’t know how to show it but now you know better and that he couldn’t care less about you and he only keeps you for his own entertainment, so when you decided you wanted to get a job just so you’d be able to leave the house more often it took you many failed interviews to finally land this job and you’ve been working here for many years lasting longer than most of the other employees since once they got better education they chose to leave while you stayed, you’ve never made friends with any of the people you’ve worked with, much to scared of what would happen if you did. You thought about this the entire way to the store and when you reached it you began to unlock the doors and turn on the neon ‘Open’ sign and do all of your other usual opening routines. The store’s name is ‘Velvet Petal’, not your idea but the owner is a sweet old lady who opened this store as a family business originally but when all her children moved away she began hiring and kept the original charm of when she first opened it. Today it’s only you and a few of your male coworkers you aren’t fond of because they aren’t good with flowers or customers especially if they’re women because they always try and flirt with them so you eventually have to step in to assist them having to do all the work.

Currently, there are no customers in the store and you’re working on some floral arrangement orders that were placed earlier this week, you’ve been working so hard that you begin to sweat a bit and wipe at your neck not realizing that the make-up you used to cover the bruises and hickeys had smudged and revealed the reddish-purple skin underneath, “Damn [Y/n], I didn’t realize you were into this kinda thing.” One of your male coworkers Minjun purrs trailing a cold finger up your neck making you tense up, “What are you talking about Minjun…” You mutter out still focusing on the flowers in front of you, “Oh you know, just the fact you’re a whore who enjoys being marked up.” He says as if it were the most casual thing in the world, at this you stop what you were doing to spin around and face the smirking boy who is looking at you with lidded eyes, you make sure to keep as much distance as you can from him but it's hard to do when he’s pressing himself up against you, “Minjun please move away from me.” You plead incredibly uncomfortable with the position you’re in. That feeling becomes even worse when your two other coworkers enter the room and grin wildly at the sight in front of them, “Wow, [Y/n] such a dirty girl doing this kinda thing with Junnie in the store where a customer could walk in.” Dowon says a filthy smirk on his face as he eyes you up and down, “Nah man, I think she’s hoping a customer will walk in and see her being a slut for us.” The other boy, Seongho says as he approaches you and Minjun, “No I don’t want that, and I don’t want this!” You begin to panic trying to think of a way you can get away from the three men who are closing in on you, you try and squish yourself further back against the table slowly moving your hand around it to try and feel for anything you can use to help defend yourself with, but you’re saved when the store bell rings and you quickly squeeze yourself from the unsafe moment and over to the customer to try and get away from them, “Hello ma’am how can I help you,” You say trying to keep your heart rate steady and keep yourself from shaking, “Oh I’m just looking for a little something to help brighten my house, I was thinking some roses would look great in my kitchen.” She explains, “I see, well we have a vast selection here at ‘Velvet Petal’ so I’m sure we can find you something you’ll love.” You spout trying to keep your voice steady and put on your best ‘customer service’ face and voice. After helping the woman you tell Minjun, Dowon, and Seongho that they can clock out for the day this seems to satisfy them and they quickly leave you alone at the store much to your relief, once they’ve left you feel you can breathe again and your heartbeat slowly returns to normal knowing you won’t be put in a situation like that for the rest of work. Since Sungwoo told you to work late tonight you decided to catch up on a few custom orders you’ve gotten this week and lock up before heading to the back area where you keep the floral arranging area, you work on one of your favorite orders of this week which is for a brides bouquet. After finishing a few more arrangements you check the time and groan when you discover it’s only 6 pm, you decide to clean up around the store hoping it will help pass more time. Luckily for you, it seems to work as the time is currently 8 pm, so you close the door of the shop and start making your way down the dark streets that are only illuminated by the moon’s shine.

There is nobody down the street except for you.

An unsettling feelings begin to pool at the bottom of your stomach. You feel as if there are many pairs of eyes on you.

You pick up the pace beginning to speed walk,

You hear the sound of footsteps coming from somewhere behind you, you try and subtly turn your head but you are unable to see anything down the pitch-black street, you try to pull your phone from out of your pockets but find that it's not there, you begin to panic even more looking ahead of you to try and find anyone there who might be able to help you but you find nothing, the familiar street shops are now closed and there is no light in sight.

Your breathing becomes heavier as you begin to hear even more pairs of footsteps begin to follow you.

You think that you may be able to lose them if you swerve through different alleyways so that's what you do you make your way down different turns and cuts to try and lose the people following you but it doesn't work so when you pass the next alley you quickly turn into it to hide.

You duck down behind a dumpster and pray whoever it is that is following you won’t look there.

The sound of footsteps echo through the dingy alleyway.

You cover your nose and mouth with your hand doing your best to stay quiet, your eyes are beginning to blur with tears, and you are shaking, you make sure you stay silent as many pairs of feet pass your hiding spot.

Things are being thrown around, there are loud thuds and the sound of metal crashing against the concrete echoes off the brick walls of the dark and filthy alleyway.

You flinch at the loud sounds pressing your hand harshly against your mouth to muffle your yelp.

A gruff voice yells, “Fuck where’d she go!” And is followed by the sound of a can being kicked,

The can rolls towards you and your eyes widen “No, no, no…” You whimper to yourself trying to scoot away from it deeper into the middle of the large dumpster.

The alleyway goes silent.

You are breathing heavier and your eyes burn at the feeling of your unshed tears.

The three men nod to each other, one of them making their way to the dumpster covered in filth, as another makes their way to the other side of it.

You hear their footsteps echoing off the walls as they get closer and closer to where you’re hiding.

“Come out, Come out wherever ya are~”

You hear the deep voice of a man say from the left of the dumpster, you whimper trying to keep your voice down, on the other side someone bangs on the side making you jump, you hear a raspy chuckle coming from your left and you can see the man's worn down shoes.

“Don’t worry doll, we ain't gonna hurt ya.”

You hear the same voice speak up.

“Yeah, we jus’ wanna play with ya!”

You can hear the man to your left side say in a croaky, dry voice, you curl into yourself covering your ears and squeezing your eyes shut tightly, “Please, leave me alone..” You whisper to yourself in a shaky voice. But the dumpster is moved away from you revealing your hiding spot.

“There ya are pretty.”

One of the men says quickly grabbing onto your forearm, you yelp at the sudden movement and try to pry his hands off of you, “Please leave me alone!” You scream at the three men but they simply chuckle at your outrage.

“Don't worry sweet thing we ain’t gonna hurt ya, we’re jus’ gonna make ya feel real good~”

The man in the center speaks up as he approaches you, He gets closer and closer to you until he’s standing inches from you and you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

You rack your brain trying to figure out an escape route and as hard as you can you swing your leg up between his legs and nail him right in the balls, the man shrivels up and groans as he grips between his legs, you next turn your body and pry the man's hands off of you before dashing out of the alleyway.

“Don’t just stand there like a bunch a idiots go catch her!” You hear the man you kicked yell at the other two.

You sprint as fast as you can past the run-down apartment buildings, you can hear the two other men running after you their footsteps heavy and echoing, you manage to make it to an open convenience store and quickly make your way into it, “Please sir I need your help!” Your words are rushed and you’re wheezing from the run, the man looks panicked and confused, “Miss are you alright?” He asks, “No, please there are three men who dragged me down an alley I managed to escape, please help me!” You beg the man, tears streaming down your face, “Okay come this way I’ll help you.” He makes his way from behind the counter and brings you over to an employees-only break room, “You can hide in here for now and I’ll call you a cab okay miss?” “Yes sir, thank you so much for your help!” You hiccup wiping your tears away roughly, the old man pats your back before he makes his way back to the front of the store.

You hear the door to the store beep and some muffled voices but you’re sure it’s the men who are after you, you can hear some loud shouting before the store bell rings again and you pray that they’ve left.

The old man comes back in and informs you that the cab is here for you and that the men left. “Thank you so much, sir.” You bow deeply to the man but he simply waves you off, “Don’t worry about it, I only did the right thing to do.” You smile at the man's generosity before bowing once more as he walks you out of the store to see you off.

The ride back to your apartment is a long and silent one, you find your phone buried in your bag, you check it and begin to panic when you see the time is nearing midnight, you had no clue those men had been chasing you for so long but you don’t care since you’re safe from them, but you know you won’t be safe when you return to the apartment, you dread what Sungwoo’s may think happened, ‘Does he think I ran away?’,

‘Will he worry when he knows what happened, will he even care?’, ‘Will he hurt me because I’m coming home late?’

You begin to overthink what may happen upon your return home.

When you finally make it back to the apartment building you take your time choosing to climb the stairs even if your body screams at you for doing so simply because it means you can put off the inevitable.

You stand outside the door trying to calm yourself down before finally pulling out your keys and unlocking the door, low and behold Sungwoo is waiting for you at the kitchen island his fingers interlaced as he glares at you, “Where were you?” He interrogates, “Y-you told me to work late tonight so I did.” You stutter, he hums before standing up and taking slow and heavy steps toward where you stand in the foyer, he stands a few inches away from you now, his gaze is cold and you can feel the rage roll off of him in waves, “You smell like alcohol and trash.” He states and you gulp, “I-I was being chased on my way home from work by three drunken men.” You say truthfully but Sungwoo simply scoffs at you, “Oh yea, 'cause I totally believe that,” He rolls his eyes, “I bet you were whoring yourself out.” He accuses you, a hand making its way to your face as his fingers dig into your skin while he strokes you, “You’re such a slut that you’d go around offering yourself to men on the street huh?” He muses, “N-no that's not what happened I promise.” You plead but he ignores you, so you switch tactics, “Besides why would I do that when I have you?” You make your best puppy eyes at him trying to play innocent hoping it’ll work, “Awe you’re so cute,” You feel a sting on the left side of your cheek, “To think that would work on me, it might’ve if you’d been home sooner but its past midnight [Y/n] so don’t play dumb with me.” He glares his hand digging into your scalp as he pulls on your hair, “Not to mention the state you’re in, you’re covered in filth and your hair is a mess.” he sneers at you, he begins pulling you deeper into the house by your hair, you can feel the itching pain of it and the sting of your cheek as he drags you into your room.

He throws you onto the floor making you drop down with a thud, you watch in horror as he begins to unbuckle his belt but instead of taking off his pants he folds the belt in half, “Take off your clothes.” He glares down at you as if you were dirt on his shoe, you quickly do as he says and strip yourself naked, you know what’s about to happen so you close your eyes tightly and position yourself onto your hands and knees like you know he wants you. “Good girl.” He says before he swings the leather belt down onto your back making you scream out in pain, after only the first swing your eyes well up with tears and your throat stings after the sharp yell,

“This.” Slap “ Is.” Slap ”What.” Slap ”You.” Slap “Deserve.” Slap “For.” Slap ”Being.” Slap “A.” Slap “Slut”

He whips the belt down onto you after each word he speaks, you scream and cry as you begin to feel welts and cuts appearing on the red, irritated skin. “I think you need a harsher punishment to remind you who you belong to.” He speaks his face twisted into a sadistic grin, he drops the belt to the floor and walks away you know not to move and just let yourself sob, you have no idea what he plans to do but you know it can’t be good if he’s left the room.

When he returns he kneels behind you, “Be a good girl and stay still, this will hurt less if you do.” He says in a sadistic voice and it scares you because you have no idea what he’s planning to do.

Your resounding screams are blood-curdling.

You feel the sharp blade of a knife dig into your skin making weird turns that deepen as the knife twists and turns in your back.

The blade only lifts for a second before it starts carving into you again, you can feel warm blood drip from your open wounds, he’s digging it in deep and you know it will eventually lead to a gnarly scar once it's healed.

Your screams of “Stop!” and “No!” bounce off the wall of your room as you sob into your arms as he continues carving into you. “Shut up and stop squirming or I’ll have to redo it.” He says gritting his teeth as he makes more jagged cuts into your back as you scream in pain. Once he’s finally finished he closes his blade and dips his finger into your pooling blood and writes on your back with it. You’re full-on sobbing after he’s done taking shallow breaths in and out, you can’t seem to stop hyperventilating and your vision begins to blur as you lose consciousness.

When you wake next it’s 4 in the morning and your back is burning at the open wounds and welts that litter your skin, you carefully lift yourself off of the cold, wooden ground grateful that no substances are leaking from your legs proving Sungwoo didn’t do anything to you while you were unconscious so you can make your way to the bathroom, you don’t bother putting on clothes but you do grab a fresh pair of pajamas so you can clean yourself of the dried blood and grim that covers your entire body. You slowly make your way to the bathroom, every step feeling like agony you feel the stinging of your cheek and the burn of the welts and cuts not to mention the headache that was caused by your hair being pulled. You finally reach the bathroom quickly flicking the lights on and locking the door behind you, you stare into the mirror seeing your hair is once again a tangled rat's nest and that your cheek is a burning red where the shape of a hand-print takes place. You eventually get the courage to turn around and see the damage on your back and you’re horrified at what you see.

In crooked, jagged letters the word ‘SUNGWOO�� Is etched into your skin.

Your eyes begin to tear up at the condition your back is in, not only do you have his name in horrific letters carved onto you but you are covered in cuts and welts left from the belt as well as a bruise in the shape of the buckle on you, you can see that written in your dried blood are the words ‘This slut belongs to’ as they lead down the carved out name of Sungwoo.

You begin to gag at the state of your back and quickly make your way to the toilet to throw up, your eyes sting with tears and you slump down to the ground and begin to cry shaking violently not being able to erase the image from your mind. You eventually manage to pull yourself off the floor and turn on the shower to a luke-warm temperature since you don’t want to irritate your skin even more than it is, you step into the shower and gently wash your body, scrubbing harder at areas that need it, you also wash your filthy, knotted hair and leave the conditioner in to soak while you focus on washing away the blood on you back being careful not to irritate it, you make sure not to use soap on that area and only wash it with water, you’ll make sure to take the time to disinfect in once you get out.

After you’re clean you slip on your pajamas making sure they’re loose fitting so they won’t rub onto you, you quietly make your way to your room and pull out a first aid kit and some rubbing alcohol to help clean yourself up more, you slowly slip off your shirt and put some of the rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball before delicately swiping it over some of the smaller cuts before moving onto the words writing on you, it was difficult to maneuver your arms to your back but you managed to do a decent job at disinfecting yourself.

You decide to go out for a walk to try and keep your head straight so you slip on a hoodie and as quietly as you can you tiptoe your way out of the apartment, it’s still dark out and there are no stars out due to the cloudy night sky, you make your way to a playground near the apartment and stare blankly up at the sky, you feel void of any emotions and your head is finally clear of all your dreadful thoughts, there’s no more thoughts of Sungwoo, no more pain, no more wishing for everything to end, you feels as if you’re just a drift in the night sky. You’re sat on one of the swings, but you aren’t swinging through the air, no, you’re just sitting there the wind blowing through your hair occasionally causing you to rock a bit but for the most part you sit there staring at the sky. Everything is silent, you don’t hear anything, and even the sound of crickets chirping is absent.

“You shouldn’t be out alone at night.”

You whip your head around behind you to where you hear a voice but no one is there.

“It’s dangerous for you to be out this late.”

You hear the voice once more but this time in front of you and you spin around once more only to see no one once again, “Who’s there!” You shout into the darkness but the only answer you receive is the whisper of wind blowing past you, “I’m losing my mind.” You whisper to yourself, but you swear you hear a deep chuckle coming from the playground so you turn your head to strain your eyes to see if anyone is there, in the shadows of the night is the silhouette of a man.

You stiffen up in your position and clench your hands ignoring the pinch of the swing chains as they dig into your palms uncomfortably, “Who are you?” You demand, “What do you want from me!” Once again the figure chuckles, “I give you good advice and this is the thanks I get?” The man asks in a teasing voice, and when he receives no answer he hums, “You can think of me as a friend, and as for what I want from you it's easy,” He says, “We want to help you.” The man states casually, you can see his silhouette’s shoulders shrug, “We?” You narrow your eyes at the man, you slowly stand up from the swing and begin to back up in case he tries to approach you but you end up backing into something making you go stiff once more, you quickly realize you’ve run into a person as their cold hands wrap around your shoulders.

“That's right, we only want to help.”

The person behind you whispers into your ear, his voice is deep and has an accent to it, the heat of their breath on the shell of your ear making you shiver.

You keep your eyes on the person by the playground when you see 6 more figures manifest from out of the shadows.

“I don’t know what you mean by helping me, but I don’t want your help, please leave me alone..” You choke out praying they don’t try to do anything to you.

“Don’t worry we won’t hurt you or try anything funny.” A different voice speaks up and you can only assume it’s the figure on the top of the playground's roof, “H-how do I know I can trust you not to do anything?” You stutter in response, The figure behind you hums “I suppose you can’t, but we want to help you with getting rid of that pesky parasite.” You flinch as his deep voice penetrates your ears “P-parasite? What are you talking about?” You whimper out,

“I think you know what we’re talking about.”

One of the shadows speaks up.

“You reek of the smell of blood, and you look terrified.” Another voice speaks up, “I smell like what?” You ask confused, but the group ignores your question “Not to mention you’ve got bruises all over and you look tired but not the sleep-deprived kind of tired, your face is sunken in and you look like you cry a lot.” but this observation makes you even more confused, “How do you know about my bruises?” You breathe out, “We can see the hand-shaped ones across your throat, you’re clearly a victim of such a nasty parasite.” The man behind you speaks up, and out of reflex, you move your hand up to brush your fingers over the dark bruise “A-are you talking about Sungwoo?” You whisper out, You see their silhouettes nod.

“We can help you if you’d like. We can kill Park Sungwoo.”

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!Pairing: Jay x reader!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: suggestive themes, reader loves dressing up.

Synopsis: You and Jay get ready for date night. On your 3rd anniversary.

[A/n: I wrote this at 2 in the morning during soft hours but I think its adorable!]

It's date night.

You adore date night, and not just because you get to go out on cute little dates no. But because you get all dolled up! Oh and also because you get to see your handsome boyfriend, but mostly because you get to wear cute little dresses and pretty shoes. Is that a very stereotypical thing to do? Yes, but you don't care. Especially not when you get to wear a stunning white, satin dress.

Today is a special day for you and Jay because you see it's your 3-year anniversary, and you and he plan to dine at one of the fanciest restaurants in all of Seoul, which happens to be run by one of Jay's father's friends. This man is a masterful chef with incredible kitchen skills. You've heard stories from Jay's mother that this is the man who taught Jay what he knows about cooking and your man is an amazing cook, you should know he loves to cook for you, you've tried cooking but whenever you do it ends with chaos, whether that be a burnt mean that is unrecognizable, or starting a tiny fire. After many incidents, Jay banned you from the kitchen and has practically become your personal chef.

But back to date night you and Jay are getting ready in your shared room, him being in the ensuite bathroom taking a shower, while you sat at your vanity doing your makeup, you wanted your dress and jewelry to be the focus point of your look for the night so you settled with a minimal look with a hint of glitter for eyeshadow, after completing your look it was time for you to pick a lip color, you weren't sure which of your collection to go with, should you chose a luxury brand or perhaps a drugstore one? You decided to go with one of your many luxury branded lipsticks, truthfully you didn't wear a lot from your extensive collection you only bought them because you liked the packaging or received them as gifts courtesy of your wonderful boyfriend, you decided to pick a color that is similar to your natural lip shade but makes your lips appear more juicy, before applying it you dig through all of your lip liners and find one to compliment it well, after linking your lips you finally apply the lipstick and as you stare at the masterpiece on your face you are happy with the shade you chose.

Once done with the makeup look you move onto your hair, you can hear the water shut off and the shower curtain being moved. You focus back onto yourself ignoring the blaring sound of the blow-dryer being turned on as well as the music Jay is blasting from your bathroom's speakers. You decide to add slight curls to your [H/l] hair but keep them relatively lose, you too have your own music playing and the the song currently playing distracts you as you pretend your curling iron is a microphone to sing along to the catchy lyrics of Beabadoobea's ‘Glue Song’ A song that has always reminded you and your boyfriend, as you finish curling the first layer you are thankful to hear the blow-dryer turn off and your boyfriend cut off his music before exiting the bathroom, from your vanities mirror you see hot steam escape into your room, you place your curling iron onto its hot plate turning around to see your boyfriend enter your room in one a towel that is hung low on his lips accompanied by a towel wrapped around his neck, he still has drops of water rolling down his torso as he walks past you and over to your shared wardrobe opening the left side which is his, at seeing him you immediately begin to wolf whistle making him chuckle and shake his head, “Damn, babe you're looking good.” You admire him as he slips on a pair of dress pants, after sliding those on he once again walks past you but not before placing a delicate kiss on the top of your head, “Thank you gorgeous.” He smirks out watching your flushed face, as you eye him from the reflection.

Once your hair is done you make sure to shake out the curls so they are more natural looking, you pull out a hand mirror from a drawer to make sure the back of your hair looks okay, and once you see it does you blow a kiss yourself in the mirror before standing from your vanity and making your way to the wardrobe to pull out your new white, satin dress.

You take it out of its dress bag and unzip it before taking it off of the hanger, you slip into it but can't quite reach the back of it to zip yourself up, “Jay, baby can you help zip me up?” You call out for him and he emerges from the bathroom with a black button-up, dress pants buckled with a fancy belt. And his hair is freshly styled.

“Oh my god, how did I get so lucky..” You breathe out gawking at the man in front of you. Jay takes small steps towards you admiring all the effort you put into yourself for him, truthfully you are beautiful to him no matter what but seeing you in a stunning white dress makes him dream of your future together. “Oh dove, you look stunning.” He remarks gazing at you tenderly. “Thank you, my love.” You smile dreamily.

“Can you please help zip me up?” You question turning around and moving your hair out of the way. He trails his hands down your exposed back making you shiver at his touch and making you can't help but want more. Eventually, his hands trail down to where your zipper is located as he slowly drags it up your dress, he uses one hand to zip it up the other leaving longing touches across your exposed neck and shoulder area before eventually sliding down to hold your waist, once he's zipped you up he leaves open mouth kisses along your neck, you can feel his tongue brush against you with ever kiss he places, you hum at the feeling before spinning around and wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands drop to capture your waist “as much as I'd love to continue this, I'd really love some dinner.”

You express playfully leaving kiss marks all over his face “Anything for you my [Y/n].” He responds placing a kiss to the tip of your nose, making your heart do backflips. “Happy anniversary Jay.” You whisper leaning your forehead against his “Happy anniversary my love.”

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!Pairing: Sunghoon x Reader!

Genre: Freinds to lovers, fluff.

synopsis: You and Sunghoon have known eachother since you were 10, everyone believes you are dating but thats not true... Yet.

Warnings: None

You and Sunghoon first met at a figure skating competition when you were both ten. You weren't paying attention to the boys' competition until you saw him. He was very graceful, and his movements smooth and somehow sharp at the same time, you were mesmerized by his routine, you don't care much about boys considering they have cooties and were probably infected with something but seeing him on the ice you felt as if you couldn't look away before his routine was over you made your way off of the bleachers and rushed over to the opening of the rink waiting for him to finish.

Sunghoon felt good about his routine seeing the crowd cheer loudly for him, especially his family, he smiled to himself and turned to exit the rink, when he took his first step out he was met by a girl. He looked up at her face, surprised to see her leaning close to him, her eyes wide and sparkling in admiration,

“You were so amazing out there!” The girl spouted startling Sunghoom, “Oh,” his eyes widened, “thank you.” He responds, bowing his head in thanks, the girl grins up at him and continues spouting compliments at the quiet boy, “Seriously you're very gifted, and your movements were so controlled and smooth, it was all very inspiring.” The girl compliments. Sunghoon doesn’t know how to react other than thanking the girl. You realized how awkward the boy must've felt to have someone he doesn't know showering him with compliments so you quickly backed away bowing in embarrassment, “I'm very sorry I didn't mean to overwhelm you, I'm [L/n] [Y/n].” You introduce yourself, and the boy nods his head in a bow curtly introducing himself as well, “I’m Park Sunghoon, it's nice to meet you.” He too introduces himself, the girl opens her mouth but is interrupted by Sunghoon's family coming to tell him how great he did, she backs away wanting to give them privacy but his mom notices the girl and coos at her before turning back to Sunghoon, “Oh my, Sunghoon did you make a friend?” She chuckles, turning around towards the girl, you notice his mom looking at you and quickly bow “Hello ma’am I was just telling your son how well he did, I believe he has great skill.” You politely say to the older woman, “Oh my and you’re so polite too,” she coos again, “Please dear just call me Mrs. Park.” She bows to you, “Very well, It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Park I’m [L/n] [Y/n], I’ll be competing in the girl competition tomorrow.” You introduce yourself respectfully while showing a toothy grin, The mention of you being a figure skater too catches the attention of Sunghoon, ”Wait, you skate too?” He asks excitedly, you’re just happy you got more emotion out of the boy, and you nod excitedly at him, “Yep, And I'm really good too!” you boast pridefully, and that sentence alone made you and Sunghoon friends.

You and Sunghoon are now in your third year of high school and are still very close friends. Sunghoon was hanging out with his group of friends when you come racing down the hall towards him, he hasn’t noticed you yet but you see his friends glancing at you, so you hold up a finger to your lips telling them to stay quiet, they shake their heads chuckling softly right before you jump onto the unsuspecting boy, making him rush to wrap his hands around your thighs, you grip tightly around his neck and laugh at the fearful look on his face, “[Y/n] what have I said about jumping on me when I’m not paying attention.” He scolds half-heartedly chuckling and shaking his head, you pout, “But you’re cutest when you’re a bit startled,” You giggle, “Besides I know you’ll always catch me.” You say optimistically, the boys around you two all whistle at your comment and Sunghoon rolls his eyes at this but readjusts his grip on you, Jungwon ever the responsible one checks his phone for the time and his eyes widen when he realizes class will be starting soon, “Guys we should get going, class is gonna start in a few minutes.” The rest of them groan but listen to the boy nonetheless and start to disperse from their spot, when everyone has left you attempt to hop off of him but he griped onto you tighter and starts walking towards your shared class, “Hoon let me down, this is embarrassing.” You whine but he simply ignores you and continues on his way, the two of you are receiving looks as you walk down the hall and you manage to hear some of the whispers from those you pass by, “Wow, she’s so lucky.” A girl says and her friend agrees, “I know right, they’re such a cute couple.” They whisper to each other. At hearing their words your face becomes flushed and your pulse picks up, ‘Do we really look like a couple?’ You think to yourself but shake your head at the thought, “Nah no way.” You whisper to yourself, “Did you say something?” Sunghoon asks, but you shake your head coming up with an excuse “I just said I like the view.” He hums. When you finally reach the door to your classroom he sets you down and you walk over to your seat embarrassed.

During lunch Sunghoon sits with his other friends while you sit with yours at separate tables, “Dude, are you and [Y/n] secretly dating or something cause everyone was talking about how they saw you giving her a piggyback ride to class.” Heesung asks, “No we aren’t dating.” Sunghhon shakes his head no but the others don’t believe it and all glance at each other, “Well do you like her then?” Jake asks him next, Sunghoon once again denies this saying “We’re just friends.” All of his friends looked at him with a deadpan look, “Are you sure that's all she really is to you?” Jay asks, “Oo! If she’s just a friend can I ask her out, she's seriously bad.” Jake thirsts making Sunghoon glare at him, Sunoo also pipes in his two cents, “If she’s just a friend then why do you look at her like she's everything to you?” He asks sassily crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow, Sunghhon scoffs “Yeah no, you’re wrong I do not look at her like that.” He crosses his arms defensively at the accusation, the others roll their eyes at his defensive tone and actions and decide to drop it for now.

Meanwhile, you’re sitting with your friends as they interrogate you about Sunghoon, “I mean would I make out with him? Yeah, but like totally platonically.” You say and your friends roll their eyes. They've been trying to get you to admit you have feelings for the handsome boy but you always say things like that, “Uhm, okay but don’t you think he’s cute?” Your other friend asks, “Of course he’s cute, are you blind?” You state as if it were obvious, “Okay, so you think he’s cute that's a start.” Another one of your friends Kiko says sighing in relief, “Have you ever had dreams of the two of you together?” Emi asks. “Yeah, okay, so what if I dream of us together, but don’t we all dream of our best friends like that?” You state as if it were the most normal thing in the world, “Yeah no, that's not normal at all.” All of your friends say in sync staring at you weirdly, “Yeah whatever, I’m gonna head out see ya guys later.” You push away from the table, grabbing your bag, leaving all of your friends sitting there dumbfounded at your stupidity.

After school, you and Sunghoon walk back to his house together, while walking he listens to you yap about all kinds of things until one thing you say catches his attention, “Oh, and during last period Jake came up to me and asked me out.” You say nonchalantly but he instantly snaps his head to you, “He did?” he asks gritting his teeth, you take offense to this, “What am I not pretty enough for guys to ask me out or something?” You glare crossing your arms as you glare at Sunghoon, “No, of course not-” He tries to explain but you cut him off, “Wow okay thanks.” You say before walking away from him, he tries to explain that wasn’t what he meant but you ignore him and continue on your way home, “[Y/n], please you’re beautiful, I swear that wasn’t what I meant.” this finally makes you stop walking away, “Go on.” You say waiting for him to say more still facing away from him, “You’re stunning, you have an amazing personality, you are the best figure skater I know, and any guy would be lucky to take you on a date [Y/n], but I just-” He sighs, “I guess I’m just jealous.” He admits and this catches your attention, you finally turn to face him with wide eyes, “Jealous? Why would you be Jealous?” You ask, “I-I’m not sure I just feel strange around you.” He breathes out, and now this makes you even more confused, “Are you sick or something?” You question, “No, not that kind of weird, it’s just my heart starts to beat faster, I always want you close to me and I don’t like seeing you be close with other guys.” He admits, “Hm, Kinda sounds like you like me or something.” You try to joke but Sunghon makes a face that looks as if he’s just had an epiphany, “Oh my god.” he whispers out his eyes gazing at you in a new light, you’ve always been his gorgeous best friend but for some reason he can’t help but want more now, he slowly approaches you grasping your hand in his, “What are you doing?” You whisper staring at him, “Testing something.” All he responds with, as soon as your hand is held in his, he feels his heartbeat pick up and he can feel himself getting giddy at the thought of holding hands with you “We’ve held hands lots of time, why’re acting weird about it now?” You ask, but he ignores the question and asks his own, “W-would it be weird if we kissed right now? Be honest.” He asks his breath shallow and his hand beginning to shake in yours, You flush at his question and look away from him and at one of the houses in the neighborhood, “Yes, but I don’t mind.” You whisper out, He grins before moving his free hand up and cupping your cheek turning you to face him, you stare deep into each other's eyes before he slowly leans down to capture your lips in his, as your lips press together toy raise yourself onto your tippy toes, and releasing your hand from his as you slowly have your arms make their way up his chest and finally to his neck where you wrap your arms around him, he smirks into the kiss and you begin to giggle forcing the two of you apart, you stand there gazing into each other's eyes, your forehead resting against his, you’re still on your tiptoes with your arms wrapped around him but now his hand engulfs your waist to keep you steady. You’re still giggling and he can’t help but admire how beautiful you look right now with flushed cheeks and swollen lips, he believes you are the epitome of beauty, “I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to kiss you.” You hum out, closing his eyes and leaning more into you, “Yeah, we should really never do this again,” you sigh also closing your eyes, “Unless you want me to fall head over heels for you.” You tease him, “Well I guess we’ll have to do it again because that’s exactly what I want.” He chuckles before leaning in for a second kiss, after pulling apart for the second time he breathes out a confession “I don’t think I can just be friends with you anymore [Y/n], Will you please let me be your boyfriend?” He practically begs out, “Of course Hoonie, I’d love that.” You grin.

The next day the two of you walk into school together, walking towards where he usually meets his friends, when the two of you arrive they all look down at your hands, they’ve seen you both hold hands many times before but for some reason, something feels different. “Hey, Jake I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to cancel our date.” You apologize to the boy, “Oh uhm no worries did you wanna reschedule or something?” He asks but you shake your head, “Sorry but I don’t think my boyfriend would approve of me going on a date with his friend.” You joke, raising your and Sunghoons intertwined hands. “What!” the group exclaims begging you to tell them more details of how and when he confessed, “Well after I told him about our date he told me he didn’t want me going out with you, then proceeded to kiss me.” You muse at the memory of your walk home, “Then I told her there’s no way we could stay friends after that.” He shrugs, even just speaking about the confession makes you giddy. “Oh, and by the way I won’t be able to hang out tonight either, we’re going on a date.” This makes Sunoo curious and the boy must know what the plans are, Sunghoon sighs before telling the boy them all “We’re going to the place we met.”

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!Pairing: Jungkook x Puppy!Hybrid!Reader!

Genre: Fluff, light angst. Hybrid au.

Synopsis: Jungkook is bringing home a new puppy and you're worried he might replace you.

Warnings: None

When Jungkook first got Bam you were so worried he would abandon you, it wouldn’t be the first time that's happened. You are a rescue who was saved from off the streets when your past owner dumped you onto the streets one day, you were so confused about what was happening and you didn’t understand she was leaving you forever, but the main reason you worry he will leave you is because right before you were abandoned your owner got a new hybrid a cute, little bunny boy, you always overheard her on the phone talking about how you were just too much maintenance always wanting to go on walks or begging for attention so this time you wanted to make sure that Jungkook doesn’t think you are too much work. He never asked you if it was okay for him to adopt another dog of course you had no problem with a new puppy in his life, you just couldn’t help but overthink, you are currently in the kitchen making some ramen for yourself when you hear Jungkook approaching the front door with the new dog, you want to greet them you really do but you got so nervous you fled to your and Jungkook’s shared room locking the door.

Jungkook couldn’t wait to introduce his cute puppy girl to his new best friend Bam, he’s a very friendly puppy and has lots of energy, much like you, it seems that Bam is very excited to meet you too because as Jungkok unlocks the door and begins to open it the big Doberman puppy bounds inside the house and begins to explore all over, Jungkook laughs at the adorable sight heading towards the kitchen where he assumes his cute girlfriend will be, but when he walks through the archway and sees nothing in there except for a boiling pot of water and a packet of ramen his brows crease in confusion, he thinks that maybe you went to the bathroom real quick so he walks over but when he sees the bathroom is empty he gets a little worried so he goes around the house checking each room only to find you aren't there.

When he finally gets to the bedroom he realizes it’s locked, “[Y/n]?” He pulls at the handle harder, “Are you in there love?” He questions and gets more anxious as time passes before he finally gets the answer of a muffled, “Yes..” He sighs in relief, Bam has been next to him this whole time sitting there watching him with those adorable chocolate eyes of his helping Jungkook relax a little, “Sweetheart, can you open the door please?” He asks making sure to keep his tone soft so as not to spook you, he knows you have sensitive hearing due to the adorably, fluffy ears on the top of your head.

When he first saw you at the hybrid shelter for the first time he was instantly in love with you, he quickly makes his way to the nearest staff he could find just to set up a meeting with you when he next heads to the shelter he was handed a clipboard with all of your information, he took notice that you’re an Akita-dog breed and instantly understands why you look so pretty, he then quickly makes his way to the meeting room where you are sat swinging your legs and looking at the floor, he doesn’t know how but you managed to capture his heart that day.

He sighs fondly at the memory but quickly remembers he needs to get into the room you’ve locked yourself in, “[Y/n], baby can you please open the door for me?” he asks patient as ever, he can hear muffled movement from behind the door before it finally clicks unlocked, he makes his way in telling Bam to stay out for a minute but the pup simply tilts his head in confusion, Jungkook closes the door behind him when he enters and moves over to your form that is curled up under the soft comforter, he places his hand delicately on your back and he hears your high pitch whine as he does so, “Princess,” He coos softly dragging his fingers up and down your back, “will you tell me what's wrong, hm?” He hums out, you curl tighter into yourself and scoot closer to him, he chuckles at the simple action and strokes his fingers a bit harder onto your back, he can see and hear your fluffy tail thumping from under the comforter, “Words princess, you need to use words okay?” He scolds with not a single drop of malice in his voice, you sigh before opening your mouth to speak even though you know it will all be muffled anyway, “I’m scared.” You manage to whisper out and somehow Jungkook picks up on what you say and once again his eyebrows crease in worry, “Scared of what baby?” He asks, “I’m scared you’ll leave me.” You whimper choking back tears as you communicate with your boyfriend, “Oh, [Y/n], baby I will never leave you, I promise.” He states his voice serious, his words offer you comfort but you can’t stop thinking of when you were abandoned the first time and it makes you start to cry, Jungkook takes notice of your form shaking and quickly moves to get under the covers with you when he manages to get under the comforter he shimmies his way down to where you are and quickly wraps his arms around your shaking frame, he uses one of his hands to thread his fingers through your hair for more comfort and you practically melt in his embrace, “[Y/n], you are my everything and you always will be, just because I got Bam does not mean I will ever leave you.” He states firmly pecking the top of your head, “I will always love you, and nothing can change that. Besides, how could I ever leave someone as amazing as you.” He comforts.

After a few minutes, you both emerge from the bed and make your way out to find Bam, when you find him he is lying on your couch dead asleep and the sight of him makes you giggle.

Jungkook stares at the girl he loves as she smiles, he can still see the tear streaks that roll down her soft, rosy cheeks, which makes him frown, he knows it's your fear of being abandoned and not him that made you cry but he can’t help the feeling of his heart clenching, he’s said those three words “I Love you.” A lot but as he sees you now he can’t help but think of how beautiful you look tear streaks and all, he slides his hand into yours before bringing it up and leaving a gentle kiss on the back of it all while staring deep into your eyes making you flush a deep red as well as your big, fluffy tail wag, he laughs at the cute scene and quickly embraces you into a tight hold, resting his cheek on your head, he can feel you white, fluffy ears twitch and smell the scent of your coconut shampoo a smell that never fails to comfort him, he breathes you in and sighs out before pulling away but keeping you at elbow length before placing butterfly kisses all over your face but especially the tear streaks on your round cheeks, causing you to giggle. God, does he love the sound of your laughter.

At the sound of the two lovers, Bam wakes up and quickly races over to you before tackling you down to the ground and licking at your face, at the wet feeling of his slobbery tongue you laugh more and Jungkook quickly tries to assist you in taking the oversized puppy off of you, after a minute of struggling you manage to sit up and quickly start to love on the Doberman by giving him lots of pets and he preens at the attention. Jungkook stares at his two pups and engraves the adorable sight into his memory, there is nothing he would trade in the world for this moment. Nothing.

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Blood Lust

Master list

!Pairings: OT8!Vampire!Poly!SKZ x Reader!

Status: HIATUS

Genre: Vampire au/Supernatural au, Strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: This series will contain explicit actions such as physical violence, sexual assault, death, murder, and smut. [Individual chapters will have their own warnings]

Taglist: Open

Synopsis: You hate him. But most of all you hate yourself for being trapped in this horrible life by him, but that all changes when you meet 8 strange men who say they can help you change your life.

Prologue

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

TBA

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Blood Lust

Prologue

!pairings: Vampire!Ot8!Straykids x Reader!

Genre: Supernatural AU, Slow burn, angst, future fluff. MDNI!

!TW!: physical violence, sexual assault, bruises and blood, future smut. [Let me know if I missed anything.]

[A/n: This story will have clear descriptions of unwanted physical actions if you find this upsetting please don't read it!]

You want It all to end. You want to give up, you are so tired of the way he treats you, You’ve known Sungwoo since high school, back then you had a massive crush on him but you bit your tongue on telling him your feelings. Sungwoo was the type of guy who everybody loves, a model student If you will. It was after graduation that you finally worked up the nerve to confess to him. “Uhm, Sungwoo,” You hesitate, “I felt like you should know,” You wring your hands together nervously, “I’ve liked you for a long time now.” You confess finally working up the courage to tell him your feelings, you stand there waiting for a reply but he simply bursts out laughing making you shrink in on yourself, He finally slows his laughter and breathes out as if he were trying to catch his breath, what he responds with breaks your heart, “Do you seriously believe that someone like me could ever like somebody like you?” He ridicules, his face scrunched up, sneering at you, your eyes widen and you don’t even know how to respond so you both stand there staring at each other, “O-oh,” You breathe out.

After the rejection you chose not to leave your house, your parents were very worried about you and since they hadn’t heard about what happened between you and Sungwoo they decided to invite him over to try and help cheer you up. When your mom knocks on your door you simply pull your covers over yourself and try to ignore her but she just pushes her way into your room, you couldn’t see Sungwoo following behind her. He follows behind silently scheming up a plan, “[Y/n}, sweetie?” she pulls the blanket off of you, forcing you to look at her, “There’s someone here to help cheer you up.” She states her voice full of hope, you glance behind her, and you’re shocked to find Sungwoo there, you immediately sit up and speak, “Sungwoo?” Your eyebrows crease, “W-what are you doing here?” You stutter out, and he smirks with a shadow cast over his face, “Oh don’t worry [Y/n] I was just telling your mother all about why you’re sad.” He offers fake comfort, you stare at him in shock and straighten up, “Y-You did, but why-” Your mom cuts you off, “Oh, yes Sungwoo was telling me and your father all about your plans to move in with each other!” She exclaims, "You stare at her in confusion “What are you talking about-” Sungwoo cuts you off abruptly, “Yes I was just telling your mom about how we plan to be roommates!” He says a fake smile plastered on his face.

You’ve been living in hell for 3 years now, Sungwoo is an awful person who treats you as his own personal plaything forcing you to do things you don’t want to and if you say no, well, then you’ll regret it more than going along with the things he wants. Every day when he returns from work he forces himself onto you, you hate it but there's nothing you can do but endure it. Your muscles are screaming in pain and you have to choke back tears and sobs as he violates you, He pumps his cock harshly into you making you feel as if you’re going to lose feeling in your legs, its hurts and you can barely stand it but you know if you push him off of you it will just be worse, you have to think of anything else to stop yourself from sobbing out. He has his hands tightly wrapped around your wrists as he holds them above your head, you’re currently blindfolded and you hate it, it feels as if it’s digging into your skin. After you both moved into this hellhole of an apartment, he began his torture on you, every day he forces himself on you is another day you want to end it all.

When he’s finally done with his assault on you he slides himself out of you and off of the bed to search the floor for his clothes, “Good Job not fighting back today Sweetie.” he says in a sickly sweet voice that makes you nauseous, you lay there staring at the ceiling with glossy eyes as you feel an ache deep in your bones that persistently throb in pain even though you are keeping perfectly still, Sungwoo finally exits the room and shuts your door, and that's when you finally let out the shaky breath you were holding in, you let out soft sobs your voice hoarse and throat dry, burning much like your eyes when you removed the blindfold earlier, you swear you can still feel the burning sensation of it rubbing against your face as it digs in, you feel as if you’re going to be sick as you feel Sungwoo’s cum dripping from between your legs onto your dirty bed sheets, you felt disgusting and you definitely wanted to shower but your body screamed at you in agony at the smallest of movements so you laid there in your twin sized bed and sobbed, the blur of your tears stung your eyes and you scrubbed at your face trying try swipe away at your tears. When you finally get up from your bed it's nearing 2 AM. You walk, your legs wobbling with every agonizing step towards the bathroom, when you finally reach it you pull the shower curtain back and turn on the shower, while waiting for your water to warm up you stare into the mirror as it reveals a shell of the girl you once were, your once smooth [h/c] hair is ruffled and tangled, your eyes have dark bags beneath them and once you look down at the rest of your body you notice all the bruises and cuts that mark you, but the worst marks are left along your neck where you can see clear prints of Sungwoo’s hands and the hickeys that litter your neck and shoulders.

When you finally get into the shower you feel ever so slightly refreshed at the feeling of all the grime Sungwoo left on you slightly washing away you could still feel every sensation he put you through but at least now you felt cleaner, you make sure to scrub harshly at your skin even though you feel a burning sensation by doing so, you make sure to be ever so slightly softer when going over bruised areas but it still stings, after rinsing away all the filth on your body you step out and pat your body dry.

After your shower you quietly make your way back to your room pulling off all of the bedding and straightening your body to make it to the laundry room and clean it of all the stains on it, you finally make it to your room after loading them into the washing machine and crash on the mattress before crying yourself to sleep.

Meanwhile, across the city, a man is running from an unknown creature. Whatever it is it's fast and has red eyes, it seems to be chasing this man out of blood lust. The man runs deeper into the city swerving through buildings and ducking into alleyways, it was late into the night and he can’t see anything in front of him due to the surrounding darkness, he runs right into a brick wall but when he looked up it’s just a person, this person was shrouded by the surrounding darkness of the alleyway but he could feel that whoever this is, is currently staring at him, he quickly stands up and rushes over taking this persons hand in his and trying to drag him away from their current location but no matter how hard he tries the man won’t budge he stands there continuing to stare at this feeble man who is trying to drag him away and miserably failing, the man can hear the creature approaching the two of them causing him to yell at the person saying they need to leave now but the person only continues staring at him before dryly chuckling, the creature approaches the alley and the man quickly shuts up the silence of the night is deafening other than the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the two of them, the person beside him laughs darkly and turns his head to look at the approaching shadow that is cast from the street in front of the alley. The figure approaches revealing the shape of a human with eyes that glow red, the man can’t see what this person looks like only their dark shape but even that is hard to see due to the dark alleyway he’s in, the man lets go of the stranger's hand and backs up hitting the dead end, brick wall, suddenly 4 figures drop from above and 2 more come from behind the original humanoid creature, “W-who are you?” He yells as the creatures approach “Why are you coming after me when there’s another person right there!” He exclaims but said person turns around and begins to speak, “Because,” He approaches along with the rest, “I’m one of them.” He says his voice is deep with a hint of an accent.

That night in Seoul the only sound that could be heard from within that dark alleyway was the sound of a man screaming in agony

[First part of my upcoming series I hope you'll all like it :)]

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