Credits for the photos
Because no plagiarism, the header photo is from the thumbnail of a video by YouTube Channel Victoria, from this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lloKo-puwis
The avatar photo is from google, but I cannot find anything other than Pinterest where it’s from.
To make it very clear, none of these photos are mine. They are in fact definitely NOT mine, nor do I take credit for them, as that is not the honorable thing to do. Props though to whoever took the time out of their day to make them, they’re golden y’all.
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WELCOME TO THE SPOUSE HOUSE!! Also I look forward to the love!!!
HELLO MY SWEETEST BEAN!! Would you do me, FiveFootFuryAnon, the honor of becoming a member of my spouse squad, and joining my wives in my cult of chaos? I’ll randomly spam your inbox with hearts and now explanation, and even if I drop off the radar for like five years, once I come back I will profess my undying love for you! Please accept these hearts as tokens of my affection!!!💖❤️💖❤️❤️💖❤️💖❤️❤️💖💖❤️💖❤️❤️❤️💖💖❤️💖💖❤️💖💖💖💖❤️💖💖💖❤️💖💖💖❤️💖💖💖💖❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💖💖❤️💖💖💖❤️❤️💖💖❤️❤️💖💖💖❤️💖💖❤️❤️💖💖💖❤️❤️💖💖❤️💖💖❤️💖💖❤️💖💖❤️💖💖❤️💖💖💖❤️💖💖💖❤️💖💖❤️💖💖❤️💖💖❤️
aw you called me a sweetest bean 🥺 ofc i’ll be apart of your spouse squad that sounds amazing !!! and i accept the hearts 🥰🥰
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UNTITLED XIUMIN DRABBLE
Authors note: Well this took a turn. I originally wrote this to make @xiumin-tzuyu panic, but it somehow turned less smutty and more scary?? A little bit?? I don’t know what to call this, other than ok, I guess? Anyway, please enjoy!
Edit: I went back and reread it, and added more. Sorry not sorry.
Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, captivity, psychological torment?? Kind of??
Word count: 1,042 (wow I did a lot)
Enjoy!!
The darkness practically consumed you as you sat there, waiting. Every nerve was tingling with anticipation, and you felt your arousal get messier and messier as the seconds ticked by...
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tic-
You felt something. The lightest of touches along your cheek, the gentlest of brushes, like a lover’s caress. But you had had no lover...
With your senses heightened by this one brief second of physical contact, you almost didn’t feel the second touch. This time, lower. Near your waist.
Fear coursed through your veins as you tried to discern where you were, however your vision had been obscured by some sort of cloth. It was cool to the touch, and had been cooling your heated body. You had long since deduced that it was the only thing that you wore, aside from the ties that bound you. Dread filled your veins as you imagined where the touches were leading...
You squirmed, trying to get away from the phantom hand, but a firm grip from a hand as hot as the fires of hell kept you in place. And that’s when you heard it. Or, felt it.
You were pulled up against a solid chest and it was then that you heard laughter. A mocking, cruel giggling broke the silence that was slowly driving you insane, a rumbling that sent peels of pleasure coursing throughout your entire body. It almost felt demonic with the intensity of the chuckling, the glee in the gasps and madness in the trills of laughter coming from the person, no, man, behind you.
“And just where do you think you’re going, pet?”
Your entire body froze in shock.
And then light flooded your eyes.
You were in a room, lavishly decorated in a roaring rage of red and a battery of the deepest black. A roaring fire blazed in the fireplace in the corner of the room, the source of the somewhat blinding light. It’s dancing azure flames made no sound as they leaped and twirled, danced and whirled before your very eyes. Your mind began racing, terror overtaking you as it slowly dawned upon you who exactly your captor was...
Your eyes, now unobscured, searched around for the source of the voice which had tormented you for years, the one which had whispered to you your darkest desires, your filthiest of fantasies. The sinfulness of your self conscious had been laid bare by this voice, the one which held you firm from the very start, and caressed you like a lover would. A lover...
Turning, that’s when you saw him.
Hair of the richest ebony and skin crafted from marble itself, the lines and dips of the man who had tempted you for years finally revealed themselves before your very eyes in the dim firelight. His piercing gaze pinned you in place as you made eye contact, but you gasped anyways. Eyes of molten chocolate stared back at yours, and lips as red as a dying lamb’s blood, as juicy as the apple from the garden of Eden, smirked in a chilling grin.
Up until this point you did not believe the stories you were told as a child, the warnings in the sometimes depressing misadventures of those who had come before you. For the stories told of a being so powerful and so demented that even hell itself spat him back out, for fear of the terror he would cause. The demon before you had been just an old wives tale, you had thought, for when children misbehaved and parents wanted to keep them in line. You had never listened to the stories, disregarding them as some fantasy, some myth.
“Oh, but I am very much real, my pet.”
It was him.
The Prince of Hell himself. The demon that snatched innocent maidens from their beds, after seducing them to the hell he called his home. The voices that wives would leave their husbands for, only to be found dead by their own hands the next day.
Xiumin.
“I’d prefer it if my mate would call me by my real name.”
You scoffed, a harsh, gritting sound that made your entire body shake with coughing. You hadn’t had water in hours, you realized belatedly. A water glass appeared in his hands, and he held it to your trembling lips smugly.
You refused to let the precious water in, and he just sighed. “I’m not going to hurt you. It’s not poisoned, darling” Still, you refused to drink the water.
“Why would I hurt you, when we’re going to be together for the rest of our lives?”He grabbed you once more and sat you on his lap, facing him. You tried to lash out, but his grip was iron. Water cooled your throat as he forced your mouth open, soothing your irritation and partially quenching your thirst. His primal display of power and brute force rocked you to your core, and soon you were messy with want.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Why have you kidnapped me?” You spat at him, anger and pleasure coursing through your veins at being manhandled. He chuckled once more, a rumbling sound which sent your sensitive body into overdrive. “And why would you tell me your true name? Isn’t that practically suicide for demon kind?”
“My name is Minseok, dearest, and I’m rather intrigued at what you think you can do with my true name. Even if you somehow used it against me, it would be entirely useless.”
His hands made their way to your waist, and he ground your hips against his solid arousal. You made sounds of protest, but he just laughed.
“Our souls are bound to each other in the most intimate ways, interlaced and entwined to the point where I can’t feel the end of you and the start of me.”
“Even if you run, I will hunt you down and drag you screaming back to your rightful place. You will never be able to leave me, so long as I will never be able to leave you.”
‘There is no escaping me, dearest’ His sultry voice whispered into your mind.
“So let’s get to know each other, dearest. We’re going to be together for a very long time...”
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