#vampire beomgyu

[thetxtdevil]

The Bat and the Wolf

Vampire Beomgyu x Werewolf Reader

summary: You just celebrated becoming a full fledged adult wolf. Spending a few nights with Beomgyu causes your wolf to come out.

content: smut, best friends to lovers, vampire/dom gyu, werewolf/sub fem.reader, heat sex, breeding kink, praising, missionary, mention of doggy style, a lot of sweat and blood sucking, let me know if i'm missing anything

word count: 2.7k

running with the wolfs,

in the dead of night, gusty breeze flies through the thick fur of the giant cainines, one tiny vampire bat flutters above them following the pack on their journey. the journey being a sweet meadow, a perfect place to curl up for the night.

the pack of gray wolves start to change, bulky bodies turn into smaller human ones, fur vanishing from their skin. the little bat on top flutters in circles quickly landing on the ground transforming into a man. one female werewolf walks up to the vampire, stopping to look at him.

"a little messy tonight aren't we?" you giggle at the vampire's dried bloody lips.

"yeah i was running late, i had to take a small drink before i lost you" beomgyu says while rubbing his thumb on his lips.

"well, i'm glad you made it" you say as you walk back to your pack.

beomgyu has known you for awhile ever since you were older pup. he's become accustomed to the werewolf world, always intrigued by their nomadic lifestyle. beomgyu walking into your circle of the pack with open arms, he smiles and looks at you. you were being nonchalant but you were grateful for your families acceptance of the vampire.

✥✥✥

you met on a foggy day, the land was so thick with clouds a vampire could go out with the sun out and not get burnt and thats what beomgyu did. recently learning a new power of his, he swooshes through the black forest trees in his bat form. zooming, zig-zag patterns around the tall pines, he soon becomes tired. with his bat claws, he latched onto a branch, looking at the world upside-down until his eyes closed.

pointed ears twitched by the snapping of twigs. beomgyu ignored it until he heard the whimpers of a wolf. gyu opens his little bat eyes, clawing at the branch so he can see right-side up. there it was, the source of noises, a not so fully grown wolf, shiny silver fur tarnished by specks of mud. the head of the wolf was low, sniffing the path, looking up every once in a while obviously trying to find their way. beomgyu studies the wolf, intrigued by the personified movements it made. de-clawing the branch, gyu drops from the tree landing as his vampire self. silently walking towards the lost wolf, snap, gyu winces at the sound as the wolf turns around and growls at him.

"i'm sorry, sorry" gyu raises his hand in surrender.

your wolf stopped, looking at the flinched man. his long lashes brushed his cheeks as he squints, his teeth shown a set of long vampire teeth. your wolf head tilts making your perked ears flop to one side to the other. if this was a feral vampire wouldn’t he already attack me instead of flinching like a dork? you thought to yourself. beomgyu unravels himself from his cautious state looking at the hesitant puppy. he couldn't help himself but to crouch down reaching his hand towards you. even your wolf eyes showed signs of judgment.

"are you lost?" gyu asks "my name is beomgyu, i'm friendly i promise" he smiles barring his sharp fangs to you again.

"can i pet you?" he asks

you moved closer to him, he finally touches the silky fur of yours, satisfied with the softness. you smirk to yourself, finally deciding to change into your human form.

"if only i get to touch your long pretty hair" you say, close to his face, noses barely touching. gyu silently screams and falls on his ass. you laugh at him, standing up and grab his hand to pull the vampire up from the ground. gyu now has gotten a good view of your human form, finding similarities in your eyes and your wolf's eyes.

"unfortunately i am lost, but i'm happy to have a companion" your small smile fills the vampire's non-pumping heart. he nods bashfully and walks with you.

✥✥✥

it's safe to say that you guys became best friends from that day, so your disappointment was valid when your pack decided to have your birthday party during daylight. you pout as your mom goes wild preparing your party.

"mom you know beomgyu can't stand in the sun why did it have to be during the day?"

"y/n this is a very important milestone for your wolf so a lot of your family is coming and they probably don't want to travel back home all night"

today was the day when you celebrate your birthday and your wolf celebrated adulthood. you shake at the fact that you were getting older. even more so for the fact that you're going to start your heats. the horror stories you've heard, when you don't have a partner to help you along through the aching days. you feared the day it would come because you had no one.

even though beomgyu wasn't there to make you laugh and make fun of you in your party hat, you had a good time. later that night, as the party settled and your extended family left, you relaxed by the fire with an empty plate where your cake used to be. you look out in the distance, everything glowed by the crescent moon, surrounded by trees that swayed by a comforting wind. then you spotted something, a figure of the night. you look over to your mom and tell her that you’re gone for the night.

you walk up to the shadowy figure with a small smile knowing who it is. finally arriving at the start of the forest, you look behind a tree. no was there, maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. am i missing gyu that much? suddenly your feel a shocking poke on your sides making you jump. turning around you see the toothy grin of the handsome vampire.

"don't scare me like that" you say while you hit him.

"sorry, but you're too easy" gyu says rubbing the spot you hit him "i was thinking of taking the birthday girl to the old cabin by the algae lake since i couldn't be with you today."

you smile, agreeing with his plans, but you had a gut feeling that you should stray far. beomgyu pouts at your hesitation, there was no way you could say no to his cute pout. you roll your eyes saying "yes" and he drags you through the woods. the cabin was like your guys' grownup version of a tree house. the wooden shelter was run down, mold and insect infested when you first found it on your hikes. the two of you decided to make it your fixer-upper making it yours.

arriving to the algae lake, you were in awe to see already lit tiki torches that lead the way to the cabin's entrance. beomgyu held your hand like you were a princess leading you to the cabin. inside was a lit up fireplace and a nest of blankets. you squeak at the sight instantly diving into the plush softness. gyu gets your attention by shaking bags of your favorite chips, you look over as he shows you a table full of your favorite snacks.

wow i really am getting the princess treatment

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you wake up the next morning with a pounding headache, you're not feeling good. rubbing your eyes you look over to gyu on your shared bed. he was reading in the dark seeming relaxed. your faint illness made you want physical touch, you snake your hand for gyu's hand and he accepts it. cuddled up, you were grateful for his cold temperature it felt nice against your burning one.

after a while you decided that it would be best to get ready for the day. face washed, fully clothed, with a coffee in your hand you sat on a chair on the cabin's porch enjoying the musky scent of wood. closing your eyes, you begin to daydream, what would vampire/werewolf mixed children look like? more specifically what they would look like with gyu's facial features. maybe one would have his handsome round features adorned with his signature wolf-cut matching your wolf side and the other one would have your plush cheeks that would scrunch up their eyes hiding their red irises.

fantasy cut short when you got a whiff of the vampire's rose scent. you look through the screen door of the cabin to see beomgyu lurking trying to stay out of the sun's rays. you smile at the clingy man, looking down at you empty mug, maybe it's time to go back inside.

back inside of the cabin, you sit on the couch having music playing in the background. gyu's head laying on your lap, you watch him as he talked, watching his prominent adams apple move, and his lips curving into a smile when he was recalling a story about his clan. you played with his hands noting every bulging vein and how long his fingers were. has his hands always looked this enticing? before you knew it the sun faded away causing the house to get cold. oh how badly to wanted to get closer to the vampire. your ill feeling hasn't lightened up, in fact, it has gotten worse. you have a burning sensation in your throat, even though you felt like you should lay down you also felt restless. you tell gyu that you were going to take a shower hoping it will make you feel better. walking away, the vampire stares lasers into you. he knew something was off, he could smell you so clearly.

✥✥✥

heat rushes through your body, thighs rubbing together, your cunt aching, breasts hurt. you moan yourself out of sleep, launching your back off the bed. you sat there drenched in sweat, you whimper at the sensation, splaying your hand on beomgyu's side of the bed looking for the vampire. gyu was gone and worry bubbles up in your mind. you felt lonely, even though you have the power and knowlege to easily get out of the woods, you don't think you were in the right mindset for that right now.

light sounds of footsteps come closer showing gyu with a big bottle of filtered water.

"hey, y/n you were whining and twisting a lot in your sleep, is something wrong?"

you aggressively tore the bottle out of his hands, thanking him, and then gulping it down in one breathe. the vampire lays on his side next to you watching you in worry. still thankful for his kindness you grab his face and smash your lips against his. beomgyu had no complaints, he honestly been wanting to do this, however he never thought you'd be in this condition. beomgyu deepens the kiss as you went ahead and straddle his hips. sloppily making out, you didn't realize that your soaked cunt was grinding on him so hard there was a wet spot forming on his trousers.

you part yourself from him "sorry i-" gyu's big rosewood orbs stares at you "i think i'm in heat..."

gyu knowing somethings since being friends with you, he understands what you mean by being "in heat." thinking of all those times your werewolf brothers would brag about their bitch in heat. he never understood the pleasure that came from a wolf to be so needy and hot until he looks at you in this moment. you were always beautiful to beomgyu but now you were glistening in sweat, as your hair sticked on your face making curl designs, framing your scrunch up eyebrows above your big round eyes. your boobs looked perkier than usual, and the way your legs straddled him, and your scent. your scent was so strong it made his eye roll into his head making gyu think you were made for him.

"i'll give you what you need only if you let me have what i need..." beomgyu smirks.

"anything PLEASE i neeeeed you" you've become needier and needier by the second, humping gyu without a care.

the vampire lays you down, stripping you away from your clothes "i didn't specify what i needed" he bends down to your ear "i'd like to feed from you"

you shiver from his breathe brushing against your skin and aggressively nod.

"will you agree to anything i say?" the vampire chuckles.

you moan at the feeling of his knee slightly against your cunt. you nod furiously, beomgyu's eyes widen when you wrap your hands around his head just to push his face to your neck. the vampire was stunned by your willingness, all those times he has asked to sink his teeth into you, you'd flee. round nose grazing the column of your sweaty neck, gyu shivered at how vulnerable you were right now.

a few licks here and there, he stretches his mouth open. you were already a whining mess, but right as you felt beomgyu's sharp fangs dig into your flesh you screamed in pleasure. you didn't know that the pain from a bloodsucking would balance the pain of your heat. while engulfing your blood, gyu massages your sore boobs causing you to lift your hips into him.

"gyu just breed me already"

beomgyu retracts his fangs from you, stripping off his sweats. thinking to himself that he's never really considered you a domestic type but he shivered at the thought of you carrying his baby wolfbats. freeing his cock, he watches you eyes locked, you spread your legs further apart. your pussy lips shining from a great amount of juices, your hole clenching around nothing welcoming anything to be stuffed into you. gyu licks his lips, pumping his dick a few times before inserting himself into you.

it felt like fireworks were going off in your heated mind "f-feels s'good"

clawing your long nails into beomgyu's lower back to have him go deeper inside you. the vampire grunts at how amazing your cunt feels around him, he felt like your horny mind was spreading onto him. he couldn't get enough of the arousing sensations of your gummy walls, the sounds of your moans and bodies slapping against one another. kissing your shoulder a few times he gives into your scent again biting and sucking your shoulder. the pain and pleasure fuels you, the heat has taken over your vision and awareness. all you know that you were feeling good being filled up.

"cum inside"

beomgyu licking the blood off your shoulder, he moves his hand to your clit rubbing it, determined to have you cum with him. millions of pleasurable "yes" fly out of your mouth. your back arched as you came, in return having gyu letting his seed fill you up. your back plops back into the bed, laying there breathless. you look into his red eyes and his long hair sticking to his sweaty skin. gyu witnesses your simple state change as your pupils dilated and breathing from shallow to a fast rate along with hearing your heart pounding so fast he thought you may explode.

"need you again"

"alright, but i'm going to have you turn over this time"

you kneel up to get into beomgyu's face, kiss and smirk at him before you twist your body bending down. ass in gyu's face you wiggle it in front of him. if vampires could die you would be his cause of death.

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after three days of no-stop sex, your wolf was finally satisfied with the full load you had in your belly. you laid there in the messy bed desperately in need for a wash with a small smile on your face and rubbing your tummy. a shirtless vampire, showing off his faded back scratches, enters the room smiling at your contentment,

"you need a shower or bath or something... you look like shit"

your best friend always knew what to say. you lift your torso up and look at him with your infamous puppy eyes, "can you help me, i don't think my legs will allow me to get up"

beomgyu chuckles as he walks towards, kneeling in front of you between your legs. massaging the weak limbs, he gives you sweet pecks on the lips. your fingers brush his long hair to expose more of his face,

"thank you for a great birthday"

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[yawn-junn]

Ok but does anyone have good vampire beomgyu fics they could recommend??

[sputnikbeomie]

— Without Me You're Defeated

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An enemies to lovers vampire beomkai au

Summary:

Two years after a war between all vampires had nearly wiped all supernatural species out, everyone had called truce. Or so they thought. Fast foward eight years, and Beomgyu is the adoptive brother of Choi Yeonjun, after having been taken into the Jeonju clan by his parents. The vampires in the past eight years had been trained ruthlessy to the bone, made to be an ultimate killer.

And Choi Beomgyu? He was rank number one of the Jeonju clan.   Yet he had made one promise to himself: get revenge for his parents. And the person that was linked to? Kai of the Huening clan, also number one in his rank.   Yet when the two of them keep getting sent on missions to bring back each others head, not everything goes as planned.   A lot of secrets and truths are uncovered along the way, some that Beomgyu would rather not know. But what happens when Kai isn't everything he ever seemed to be? Beomgyu's world turns upside down, and feels like he's betraying everyone and everything he has ever known, all for a vampire he had sworn to kill and hates with every fibre of his being - At least he thought he did.

Series

Part 1 of The ning ning and teddy bear zone

Tags:

✿ rated E

✿ beomkai fic

✿ vampire! au - enemies to lovers

✿ 27.5k words

✿ 1/1 chapters

Ao3 - Without me you're defeated

- bonnie 🦇

[wolfytae-exe]

i was supposed to have a fic out for halloween but i don’t even have the plot for it 😭 it’s either gonna get scrapped or posted after halloween:((

on the bright side i have some asks and a little fem! tyunning x reader fic im working on as well as a collab thingy thang (if i’m smart enough to balance those) maybe i can get the halloween fic out soon :< give me some vampire related plots

[chaeryeos]

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[thetxtdevil]

YES YES I do recommend greed if I could marry a fic… or the author it would be this one I’d take to the isle

Hii do you know anymore vampire txt fics?

hiii! I only have a few and I think most of them are short drabbles or thoughts saddly but here are some of my favs!

craving you and vamp!yeonjun by @miupow dark vampy yeonjun by @bandgie vamp!gyu by @hyewka txt as your vampire lover by @beomiracles vamp!tae by @silvergyus

[bandgie]

could you do a dark vampire yeonjun?? maybe a little kidnapping…

a/n: OHHH dude I had to read this shit like 3 times. I thought it said 'kid napping' not 'kidnapping' I was so thrown off. but yessss

warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, manipulation, implied kidnapping(obvi)/mind control, possessive Yeonjun, mind break mentions, overstimulation (f!), sex stuff ya know the usual

633 words

He's harsh with his thrusts, uncaring for how you beg him to slow down. His cock is deep inside you as if trying to mold it's shape into your pussy. He yanks on your hair to pull you upwards, your ass pressed harder against the front of his thighs.

Yeonjun loves the sight of you. How your back arches from being relentlessly pounded into, your quivering legs trying to keep you upright, the way your hands try to find purchase at the wall in front of you.

No matter how delicious you looked to eat, Yeonjun needed a taste of you like this. He craved to see you creaming on his dick, moaning uncontrollably at his violent strokes.

All you can feel is arousal, such overwhelming warmth you think you might get a fever. It feels heavenly to have Yeonjun's freezing body surround yours. You don't have any idea why you were so frightened of him in the first place.

This feeling is pure bliss and you pray it never ends.

Yeonjun snakes his hand down around your waist, pressing upwards to your stomach. The pressure makes you mewl, forcing you to feel his length inside much more. His other hand keeps steady at your hips to make you bounce on him.

The hand on your stomach travels further down, finding your swollen clit. Yeonjun's nimble fingers play with your pussy, drowning in the sounds of your wails and gasps.

"Too much! Yeonjun..it's too..." Your words turn into a series of moans.

Beg him all you want, cry until your throat is rubbed raw, but Yeonjun can't bring himself to stop. He won't. He's waited too long, put up with too many filthy humans just to be close with you in your work uniform.

He'll take you away from this life. This mundane style you live isn't what you need, it's not what you deserve. Yeonjun can't stand seeing you pretend to be happy where you are. You already trust him, even if he had to use some of his vampiric enchantments on you, the bond you've created is real.

It has to be real. Why else would you keep clenching on his cock eagerly? You want his cum, he thinks. You must need it with how deep your pussy opens for him.

Lost in his thoughts, Yeonjun doesn't catch how your sobs have increased. You've cum too many times much too quickly. It's making you break both physically and mentally. All you can think about is how sumptuously he's using you.

Maybe this is what you're good for, a warm cock sleeve for Yeonjun to take advantage of when he pleases.

After what seems like hours, Yeonjun begins showing signs of finishing. He's panting, clawing at your hips so roughly you know you'll have marks after. The fingers on your clit falter for a moment as he stills inside you.

His cock pulses repeatedly before he cums with a guttural moan. The warmth of his seed fills you up, and you feel what seems like your final orgasm crash down on you. Your legs nearly give out, cream leaking down your thighs.

Yeonjun places both of his hands on your waist to keep fucking yourself onto him, trying to milk out all the cum he has to give. It's not until you reach back and scratch at his hands that he lets up, releasing you.

Your knees buckle, and you fall to the hard ground of the alley. You're beyond spent, pussy throbbing in shattering pleasure that leaves you dumb.

There's no retaliation when Yeonjun picks you up easily, his strength unmatched to any mortal man.

This is the first of countless nights he'll have you, keep you. The human life you've been given will be forgotten.

Yeonjun knows where you belong.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Like a siren's call

pairing: beomgyu x vampire reader

summary: your voice is sultry, smooth in the kind of way only a vampire’s is. like a siren calling to the sailor. but you’re not completely sure who the siren is at this point,

OR beomgyu goes to a vampire bar in hopes of fulfilling his depraved fantasies

warnings: dom reader, sub beomgyu, biting, blood drinking (it is vampire so what do you expect?), handjob, exhibitionism, reader calls gyu 'little lamb', fingering (m receiving), crying, kissing with blood in mouth (?), gyu in a skirt, possibly more i forgot

word count: 7k

a/n: finally i had time to finish this, from the teaser here, there are a few tiny little changes from the beginning but nothing major. anyway, please ignore my horrible editing skills and feedback is always welcomed, i hope you all enjoy!

He sits alone at the bar. You can only speculate why, with his pretty face and his pretty body it was a wonder he wasn't responding to the hungry eyes eating him up; including your own, unfortunately.

He seems bored, disinterested as he swirls the liquid around in his glass mindlessly.

Too bad, really. You could really bring some life (heh) to his night if he let you. You'd gladly take on the challenge. He was exactly the reason you’d come here tonight.

For him. For his type.

Nothing piqued your interest like the way he held himself. How he looked innocent and pure in an alluring kind of way despite his appearance, which spoke quite the opposite. His features feminine and gentle in a way that drove you wild.

He caught the eye immediately with glittery makeup that shimmered in the strobing lights of the club; drawing in the attention of passersbys like a siren, eyes stuck on him for the brief moment before they continued on with their night.

With the way plenty had looked at him you were surprised that no one had approached him yet. You were even more surprised that you hadn’t gotten up already. 

Something inside of you told you to wait though, told you to play a little with him, make him work for it. Something you couldn’t quite place screamed that he often got what he wanted-and you had never one to play with your meal but just maybe once it would be a bit of fun.

With a little bit a vivid imagination and a special something you'd told the bartender to slip into your drink you could practically see it. How much more gorgeous he would look when he begged, with tears in his eyes too, cheeks flushed.

Tongue swiping over your teeth, you wonder if he's here for what you assume he is. To fulfill the reason that you came here tonight...or if your fangs would send him running in the opposite direction.

Who were you kidding though?

He's obviously here for a reason and with the way he's only leisurely sipping the drink in his hand you doubt it's only for that. You hope it's not only for that.

Crazy hot and seductive as shit, hopefully by choice, all you've been wanting all night was for him to look at you. He hasn't though and you're beginning to wonder if you should cut your losses and call it a night.

It's not common for you to be this...infatuated with a human but there's something different about him, something special that you can't shake.

And you only realize that your stare is so obvious, so shameless when he can feel it from across the bar, looking up so his eyes catch on your own.

He stiffens in his seat, looking startled but certainly not uncomfortable by any means. Flickering from your eyes to your mouth and then down to the rest of you, he takes it all in with another sip.

And ever so slowly you allow yourself to do the same, for probably the millionth time tonight already. Gaze dragging over the length his body, appreciating every little thing as they trail lower and lower.

He’s gorgeous, for a human and for a vampire as well; he clearly relishes in knowing the fact, with little details that only accentuate it.

A choker that sits snug against the smooth skin of his throat. One of the cute pink ones with the little metal heart placed in the front. Pale, unmarked skin moving beneath it, throat bobbing as he takes chugs down the rest of his drink and calls for another. Skin that's practically begging to be claimed.

By you? Well, only if the pretty thing would let you.

Really, it's more of a question of what you wouldn't do to him if he would let you.

The barely noticeable detail on the short skirt he’s wearing stands out to you. It's definitely not the length of it that calls your attention to it. The thing nearly short enough to be called scandalous but just breaks as passing with society’s expectations. 

And lastly, but very certainly not in the least when it comes to this human, the knee-high boots make up for the length of his skirt as well as the thigh highs he’s clearly wearing underneath, little frills peeking out from where they end. Almost obsessively, your eyes rake down the delicious sliver of thigh that they reveal. 

He focuses back at you now, looking like he expects for you to look ashamed at being caught, after all, you were boring holes into him.

But to his surprise, you don’t. You hold steady and continue your unabashed stare.

He flushes, as pretty as the rest of him, face downturned to the bar, hair falling just so.

He tugs a lip between his lips, perhaps unconsciously or maybe not. The mischievous twinkle in his eye argues for the latter.

You’d never excelled at understanding human emotions, much less read them off a pretty human boy’s face.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

—

Your eyes. The deep shade of crimson they take on. The exact colour of blood. The exact colour of the essence that runs just beneath his skin.

They should really scare him more than anything.

They should make his skin crawl and make him feel the urge to run for the hills. Away from you. Away from everything that you could do to him if you wanted to. 

The things that he wants you to do to him. But that's really not the point.

That's the first thing Beomgyu notices.

The way they bore into him, the crimson darkening by several shades to an entirely new kind of red. His skin crawls, invisible bugs scurrying over his body. Heat swells, filling him up to the brim-did they turn the heat up in here? They had to have turned the heat up.

Goosebumps break across the exposed skin of his thigh, a shiver runs up his spine, zinging him but not for the reasons they should.

You look away all too soon, shifting your focus to the bartender in front of you, leaving Beomgyu feeling weirdly cold once again.

He was kind of hoping you’d approach him. Sure, he could approach you, he would’ve but he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was more prey than hunter. After all, why else would he be here?

You’re gorgeous, all skin and grace, seductive while you playfully roll your eyes at the man in front of you. Your lips curl up into a smile and there they are. 

Your fangs. Perfect ivory and considerably long, he could only imagine how deep they would bury inside his skin. How good they would feel-how good he’d heard they’d feel at least. 

Beomgyu wondered how it would feel, how much it would hurt before everything else would take over, he wasn’t particularly against pain so that wasn’t much issue. He wondered how your lips would taste, how he’d taste to you.

Human blood tasted and smelt different to every vampire, some more desirable, some less. He hoped you found him desirable, and with the way you’d looked at him, dark and intense and hungry.

The amber liquid in his glass burns down his throat but makes his body feel all the less tense, all the more free. This was his second and last drink of the night. He’d heard it was better to stay mostly sober for these kinds of things. There was no saying what someone’s intentions could be and he didn’t want to turn up dead in the alley next door tomorrow. 

Besides, even if this was his second day coming here and still, he hadn't been approached, his hopes of something happening tonight weren’t completely squashed yet.

Not with the way he could feel your eyes on him again, not subtle in the least, shameless in a way that drove him a touch insane.

His thighs rub together, trying to quell the heat lighting between them. Welcoming and also trying to reject the thought of how you would look at him, just like that, in a different kind of setting.

Beomgyu has no idea how, but you seem to notice the imperceptible movement, eyes flickering down to watch as your tongue peeks out to wet your lips.

He sits up straighter, flustered by the look, looking away and hoping you don't somehow notice the blush flooding his face. Using the opportunity to survey the busy venue. 

It was definitely one of the more popular blood bars in the city, one of the better funded ones and the patrons only proved it. Humans and vampires alike dressed lavishly, screaming of an old kind of wealth. Showy-offy in a way that begged the eye not to look away. 

The people here were certainly well off and that was obvious. Practically dripping in jewels and riches, many scantily clad and wearing nearly nothing at all, yet still looking expensive. 

He was glad that he’d gone with his gut to overdo instead of underdo. His roommate had frowned when he saw Beomgyu leaving the apartment, asking him if that was really what he was wearing.

Beomgyu had never taken much mind to being slut-shamed, if anything that meant that the skirt was just the right length but these words almost made him turn back to his room and change into something more 'suitable'.

He's glad he didn't. He fits in more like this and the outfit, as well as the makeup certainly garnered its fair-share of wanted attention.

“Can I get you anything?”

The bartender was a tall man, lithe and nearly able to pass as a human before his winning customer service smile revealed the fangs hidden just beneath his lips.

“No, I’m good, thank you.”

The man-vampire followed Beomgyu's line of sight, settling on you. "Is there anything else I can get you? Perhaps a name or a number?"

Beomgyu looked back at him, slightly horrified at the thought. "No!" he cleared his throat in an attempt to cover the outburst. "Uh-no, no, that's okay. I'm good, really."

He smiled politely and the bartender nodded, "Okay then just call me over then if you need anything else."

His eyes were back on you the second he was gone. But you haven't looked back yet, instead talking with the other bartender across.

Beomgyu can’t help but find himself slightly disappointed.

His friend Yeonjun had recommended he come to this place. Technically Yeonjun’s partner had. 

He had been pleasantly surprised to find that Yeonjun was dating someone when he saw him after all these years. He was even more shocked to find out that he was dating a vampire. He was never that close to Yeonjun but his mom was friends with Beomgyu’s and he certainly remembered his immense fear of vampires from then.

People could change though of course and Beomgyu was never one to judge especially on the topic, he wondered but didn't care enough to ask.

The only real reason that they had rekindled was because Beomgyu had just moved to the area and Yeonjun needed someone else to pay the rent. On those terms an easy arrangement was made.

He quickly moved in with the two of them. It wasn’t the best situation that he could find himself in but certainly wasn’t a bad one. 

Their apartment was small to have three people living in it and the walls were much too thin for the activities that his two roommates engaged in (Yeonjun really was too loud for his own good) but otherwise they were okay roommates and showed him around the city like his own personal tourguides. 

Either way, Beomgyu started his search to get out of there pretty quickly. He did like Yeonjun, despite the fact that he's a little bit too uptight and a little bit too overbearing, he found his partner to be quite interesting.

They were the one to tell him about this place, an exclusively night bar where they worked. It was supposed to be quiet and relatively safe compared to some of the other places like this in the city, partially because of the rich patrons. 

It was one of the clubs for vampires who wanted to feed and humans that wanted to be fed from and Beomgyu couldn’t help the way his interest was piqued. 

He’d always had a weird obsession with their kind. It was an embarrassing subject for him. He’d grown up in a small town where the topic was taboo at least, and being shunned from the community at worst. The idea of engaging with vampires was worse than watching porn or going to the strip club, more like the type of thing that parents would kick their children for thinking about. 

It was one of the reasons he was so surprised that Yeonjun had decided to date one.

In the bigger cities though, like this one, vampires were more common and people were less afraid. There was less stigma to stereotypes and misconceptions than the small towns had.

But it was odd that so quickly his perception had changed. He’d thought he’d gotten over it a long time ago, thought that it had been quelled ever since that documentary in school about "The Truth About Vampires-Parasites! Soulless bloodsuckers!". It scared the shit out of him and from then on he vowed that he wouldn't be caught dead searching up vampire porn on his laptop ever again.

Until he got here. Beomgyu couldn’t help the way his body heated up when Yeonjun told him about how it felt to be drunk from. How it felt down from the little prick of pain when their fangs entered the skin to how intoxicating, how high-inducing and euphoric it felt.

It led to the fantasy reappearing in his dreams the next night and a very tense silence between the him and Yeonjun the next day as they nursed terrible hangovers. Where Yeonjun had his partner to take care of him afterwards though, as Beomgyu heard through the too thin walls later that night, all Beomgyu had were his thoughts

Maybe he was a perv. A freak, or a degenerate. For taking up the offer from Yeonjun’s partner to be driven here. For coming here to fulfill his depraved fantasies he'd sworn off a long time ago. But seeing as there was this many other humans lounging around the room. Dancing and drinking and being fed from out in the open or being dragged to a back room, he could feel just a little bit normal.

If tonight didn’t work out either, he wouldn’t mind coming here another night to try again. Though he could only hope that he’d see you tomorrow.

He didn’t know what it was, but something about you he couldn’t quite shake, he couldn’t quite-he looked up again to see you gone. The space where you sat empty.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you look a little lonely.”

His attention snaps up in an instant.

His head reels as he registers the red eyes looking down at him, the way that you seemed to be bemused at his speechlessness.

“Um, I-“ 

You seem to have nothing but amusement toward his reaction. Unfazed as you gesture towards the stool next to him. “Is this seat taken?”

“Yes.” you look almost shocked as he says the word, disappointed in a way that makes him think that the infatuation was mutual. “By you.” Beomgyu isn’t quite sure where he gets the confidence to say that but the words come either way.

And they’re almost enough to make you laugh, but not quite. You take a seat, angling your body towards his.

The silence is brief, a few seconds of you surveying him once again but this time a bit closer, a bit more intimate as you reach for the frills on the hem of his thigh-highs, playing with it as he tries his best not to flinch.

Instead of emanating any kind of body heat it’s cold, like a chill coming out of your skin that feels good against in the humid stuffy air of this place.

“So, what’re you here for?”

The question has an easy answer, and that is to get fucked up, not necessarily sex, but he’s heard that a vampire drinking from someone feels like something akin to an orgasm only better than that. He can’t say that though, it’s crude and though he has no trouble being labelled a slut, he doesn’t want you to think that he’d open his legs for anything with fangs.

So instead, “Eh, a new crowd I guess.”

Not entirely a lie, it was a change of scenery, but then again everything about the city was.

Here vampires were allowed to walk free instead of being run out of the town and humans weren’t ostracized for befriending or even getting romantically involved with one.

His parents would disown him if they even knew he was here tonight.

“Meet some new people, see some of the things I wouldn’t see at home.”

The way you look at him is skeptical. You obviously don’t believe the shit coming out of his mouth. Your hand slips higher. “Really now? A new crowd? That’s it?” 

No. That’s not just it and Beomgyu’s a tad embarrassed that you can see through him so easily but the feeling is easily overpowered by the want to throw himself at you.

He sucks in a breath, heart thumping so hard he’s sure you can hear. You let out a puff of air. Clearly you’re ready for this game to end, tired of him playing hard to get and done feeding into it. 

“You don’t want something maybe a bit…more?” Your voice lowers a few octaves, sultry and smooth.

Like a siren calling to the sailor. Hypnotizing and mesmerizing.

Neither of you are too sure who the siren is at this point though.

It could be the vampire and to Beomgyu, it is. Captivating eyes and sharp fangs, lulling voice that sings to him like no other. All vampires that have that kind of weird alluring quality to them but yours is different, yours is something else entirely.

The human maybe as well. The one that you haven’t been able pull your eyes away from all night. Pretty makeup and pretty clothes. His scent like chocolate and a dash of vanilla. A human unlike any other you’ve had the pleasure of meeting.

Throat dry, eyes fixated in places they shouldn’t be, he nods and you watch his throat bob, that vein in his neck bulging.

Before he realizes what’s happening, your lips are next to his ear, “Look, little lamb,” His body stiffens at the name you've decided to give him. “I am here for something, and with the way that you’ve been eye-fucking me all night, I’m sure that you are too.” you cut off, smiling as you mouth at his skin, “So let’s cut to the chase. Are you on the same page that I am?”

Nails dig into his flesh and he gasps, jumping in his seat, looking shocked and a little turned on before shifting as close as he possibly can considering the fact that you’re on two separate barstools. “Yes, I—I think so,” 

“So…you wouldn’t mind if I just…” his gasp rings out, heart skipping a beat as you pull him into your lap, perching him so he’s straddling your thighs. His face so, so close to yours. He can feel your breath on fanning across his cheeks and lips. He could count each of your individual eyelashes if he wanted. Your eyes flicker down. “If I just kissed you? Until you’re breathless and panting against me, all weak and needy?” He can feel your nose brushing against his. “Leave you trembling and shaking, begging me for more, pleading for me not to stop…would you mind?”

That’s it. He’s short-circuited, eyes unfocused, a haze already taking over. “Please.” is all he can come up with but you don’t seem deterred at all by the fact.

“Good.”

He can hardly believe this is happening. Hardly believe that you’re real. A long-lived fantasy from ever since he was a teenager and stumbled upon porn brought to real life, right in front of him. Groping him, in the middle of a bar, calling him a little lamb, pulling him into your lap. In front of the entire bar.

He’s so hard, it hurts. He hopes you don’t notice. Or maybe he hopes you do.

He wants you to kiss him hard, bite and shred up his lips before you move down, using him in any way that you want, he won’t complain, he’ll be so, so good.

You lean closer and his eyelids slip shut, awaiting for your lips on his…they never meet. They’re on his neck instead, licking up and nipping at the shell of his ear, dragging down his jaw. “Tell me what you want, tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

“I-i…” He can’t think properly, you’re a fucking wet dream to him. You’re offering him all he’s ever wanted and he can’t think of anything but your fangs against his fucking neck. “S-shit,” He twitches, throbs. “Mark me, bite me.” He’s desperate, clutching onto you like you’ll disappear any second and he’ll be robbed of the chance he’s been so desperate for all his life. Of you and your scent and your mouth. “I-please-make me bleed, k-kiss me with my blood in your mouth, make me taste myself,”

“Mhm, okay, that can be arranged”, you whisper, nails digging in to grab more of his thigh. He shivers and watches pervertedly as your tongue peeks out from between your lips to wet them. “Y’know, I don’t want you to feel pressured, you can say no and I’ll let you leave,” You mutter. “I promise you’ll make it back home tonight-alive, that is.”

You laugh at your own joke, awaiting for his answer-verbally-and not just him whining like a like clingy whore. Or grinding down against you like he’s your own personal lap dance, chasing for that spark of pleasure with a sharp keen. 

He squirms pathetically in your lap, Clutching onto you, off in his own world. “A-ah, y-yes,” his cheeks are so flushed, his legs so tense in your hands. “G-god, anything! I promise, I’ll be good!”

What an offer.

You could hardly take a pass on it, hardly ignore this pretty thing. 

Others around the room pervertedly watch, getting ready for a show in the middle of the bar, hardly a rare occurrence but it’s not your style. You don’t like to share your things. And for tonight this human boy is yours. 

Only yours.

Without a word, you’re pushing him off your lap, ignoring his anguished cry and bratty groan as you grip his wrist. He squeaks. It’s firm but not painful, tugging him towards an almost hidden exit door. 

“Wha-“

“Shh, just follow my lead.”

So he does, following behind with few words of complaint. Not that he can think of much anyway, not around the cloud of lust that feels like cotton in his head.

Before his mind catches up to what’s going on you’re out in the alleyway beside the bar. A light flickers at the end of the street, far off from where you are, just barely illuminating your eyes that stare down at him hungrily.

Pressing his hips down you shove his shivering body against the dirty wall. He can feel grit and moss and something that feels wet soaking into the fabric of his skirt.

He would normally complain, complain but unlike he normal, he doesn’t mind. Because under your watch he can’t help the way his heartbeat quickens, heart working on overtime as the adrenaline begins to take over.

His jaw fits perfectly in your hand and his eyes flutter before slipping shut, leaning into your cool touch as your thumb delicately explores over the ridges of his face, down his cheekbone and over his lips. 

He’s so warm. You can’t help but marvel at him, tracing the creases of his eyes, wiping some of the glitter down the side of his face. He shudders out a breath and you smile, like a cat that’s caught a bird. “Hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna ruin all of this,” his skin is almost scalding. Different. A warmer touch than you’ve felt in a long time. “Make you cry, make all of your pretty makeup run.”

“Please,” he breathes, he begs, raw desire pouring into the singular word. “Please do.”

He’s been so patient. So good for you. A good little toy to your teasing. You suppose he should get a little reward for his troubles.

You watch in fascination as he sighs shakily, hot breath starting to come out in pants. His heart pounds wildly in your ears and you quickly scan over him for the cause.

You quickly find it.

You.

Standing over him as he tightly clings to you. Like he never wants you to leave. His eyes open slightly, wide and needy, your pokerface slipping into a smirk you can’t hold back. 

His body shivers in anticipation and your eyes once again find that tiny sliver of thigh exposed, pale skin, unblemished calling out to you like an invitation.

To touch, to squeeze, to explore.

To bite, hopefully.

He jumps when you to touch him, from the cold, he tells himself. 

He swears he hears you growl when you make contact but he can’t hear very well over the sound of the city. Nails graze the skin before quickly skipping over where you’d already been. Toying with the hem of his skirt and then sliding under, up higher. 

His panting gets heavier. His head falls into the crook of your neck with a pathetic whine, hot puffs of air caressing your skin.

He’s hot and heavy in your hand, underwear a forgone piece of clothing for tonight.

“Slut.” You hiss. He throbs, pre cum leaking all over your hand as he grits his teeth, trying not to fuck himself into your hand like he so badly wants. “You can’t wait to be fucked, can you?” you whisper, “just needed someone to do it for you.” Your hand tightens around him and he chokes out a moan followed by a sob. “Right little lamb?”

Your tone is so menacing, it’s so hot. The cool outside air is nothing compared to his feverish skin.

It seems, the only thing that could cool him down is you.

“Wanna fuck up into my hand?” He’s so wet it makes it so easy for your hand to move along the length of him. “Wanna cum?” 

Beomgyu loves this kind of teasing, though he’d never admit it. He loves the fact that you take some kind of wicked pleasure in making him all red, that he knows you want to make him nothing more than a begging writhing mess tonight.

Teasing is his forte. Edging is his favourite pastime. He can take this.

But really, as much as he wants to savour this, you’re right. He really, really, really wants to cum. Already, so quickly it’s almost embarrassing. He just wishes that you’d hurry it up already. 

That you’d give up the act and slip to your knees in front of him.

Instead you squeeze his cock, thumb toying over the tip. Beomgyu gasps, tongue needily moving against your neck, licking over the smooth, oddly cold juncture, nipping and whining before moving over to your jugular.

He shivers when he feels no pulse there.

“Tell me what you want little lamb.” He wants so many things. Too many things.

“I need it.” Every ounce of need is poured into the three words, a whine and a beg and a plea all mixed into one. His body shaking with desire.

“Do you now?” You tease.

“Yes, yes, yes, please,” His voice is muffled and it’s hard not resist the urge to dig your nails into his scalp, force him to look at you, so you can see his pretty face and glossy eyes while you make him fall apart. His noises are just as pretty though, straight into your ear, a chill running down your spine at the contrast of your body’s temperature versus the heat of his breath. So just this once you’ll let him. 

For now you’ll just rest your fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp lightly in a way that makes him purr and shudder, muffled moans reverberating against your skin.

“You that worked up already? That easily, huh?”

“So easy, just a toying with your cock for a little bit? Or is it the fact that we’re out here?” you coo. His breath hitches as you pull his skirt down just over his hips. He stiffens, worried for a second that you’re going to strip him down completely in this alleyway. 

Where someone could so easily see the two you. 

Where a worker could come to take the trash out. 

Where a drunken patron could wander out. 

Where more vampires could find you.

Why does that thought sound so good?

He cuts off into a hiss, biting down on his lips so hard he can taste blood trying to hold back the moan threatening to escape.

“Oh, is that it? Want someone to come out, watch me make a mess of you?” everything screams at him to nod, to scream out the truth but he doesn't. He only whimpers while biting down on his lip.

“Oh, you’re so close…Makes me wonder if I should slow down, give you a break?” He shakes his head insistently, frantically, devastated at the very thought. You sigh over-dramatically-as if he didn’t give you the very reaction that you wanted. “Okay then tell me how you feel little lamb. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

You’re tortuous. You’re making head spin and his blood boil with need. You’re smirking all the while and enjoying his desperate whimpers into your ear, getting all worked up. 

You’re mean. You’re so, so mean. And he loves it.

He can’t vocalize it though, can’t find his voice or get out the words stuck in his throat.

Guess you’ll have to force them out of him then.

Beomgyu lets himself be pulled off of you, allowing you to push him back against the wall harder so that every inch of his back is pressed against it. And despite the squeak of indignation of being pushed away from you he seems more than happy about this rough handling.

Even more so as you fall to your knees in front of him.

With the view of you standing below him, hungry eyes searing on his skin, focusing on every vantage point. 

His neck, his wrists, his thighs.

He feels as if he’s been burnt wherever you stare too long, skin on fire but it’s okay, okay because the pain somehow makes it so much better.

“You just gonna stare at me all night?”

Finally your attention flicks back up to his face, taking in his blown out pupils and lustful expression. “And what if I do?” 

“You love the attention, don’t you?” Fingers slide along the hem of his thigh highs. “Love it when I look at you,” he gasps when he feels you rip the flimsy fabric, too far gone to be pissed, to even cry out in indignation before it’s replaced with your lips. 

His body convulses as you kitten lick a long stripe from where the now ruined hem is all the way to where his thigh meets his hip. “You love it when you know that I’m thinking about you.”

Your breath is cold against his cock as you blow air at it, devoid of the usual warm brush of air he’s used to. “Do you wanna know what I think about you? Hear about all the ways I want to ruin you?”

His hands clench and unclench in intervals. He wants to touch you so bad, wants to feel your hair between his fingers, brush his thumb over the cool skin of your face and lips.

He doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch though. He’s not willing to risk it if he knows there’s a chance you’ll stop. He wants this so bad, fuck, he really does. He wants it more than anything else in the world-and he has the chance right now! He has the vampire between his legs, teeth grazing his thighs.

He has the means and the want and the opportunity…but it’s up to you in the end.

“Please don’t stop,” he pleads, rolling his hips up, “I-I’ll die without it.” 

You bark out a laugh and that’s all he hears before he watches, eyes wide as your teeth sink into his skin and you’re groaning, gulping down like a starved animal. Beomgyu swears he sees white, or black, or…he can’t really tell but the breath is sucked from his lungs. His fingers claw desperately at the alley wall, trying to find some sort of sanity in the pleasure.

A whorish cry is ripped from his lungs, deaf on his own his ears as ecstasy and pain together and intertwined, one and the same take over his entire body.

He feels like he’s been set it on fire, like he’s been dipped into molten lava or some shit equivalent that his head can’t wrap around.

It’s intense-so fucking intense-Yeonjun downplayed it so much. But then again, absolutely nothing could get him ready for this.

His ears ring and his legs shake as if they’re about to give out. His posture is kept up only from the wall firm behind his back and your hands holding onto him so tightly he’s positive there will be bruises in their place tomorrow. 

It feels like he’s cumming but a hundred times more intense, no-a million times-more. He can’t breath, oh fuck, he can’t breath.

His lungs scream for air, but he doesn’t remember how to use them. He feels like he’s been winded, all the oxygen knocked out of him.

Everything aches and everything feels so good. His hands finally clench into your hair and he can feel your lips suctioning at his skin like you were trying to leave a hickey, only he knows there will be much more left behind than just a bruise.

He’s only vaguely aware that he must sound like some sort of dying animal with the way he howls in pleasure, strangled cries released into the night one after another.

He must look like one too with how his hands grasp at your hair, nearly clawing at your scalp, desperately searching for some way to stabilize his sanity that is slowly slipping away with how good this fucking feels.

Your nose nudges against his heated skin, lips suckling, groaning around the area as you continue to drink more and more until he feels so lightheaded he’s worried he’s going to pass out.

And then you let him go. 

Beomgyu groans in relief or in disappointment, he doesn’t know. He stares down at you: makeup smeared, drool dripping, hands clutching. He focuses on your stained red teeth, eyes dazed and sharp.

“Did you just cum?”

His hips buck, a meek whine escaping. He nods. But it’s not enough cumming once, not anywhere near enough, he’s still hard and throbbing for your touch. It’s almost as if he can feel the venom of your bite working through his system, corrupting and taking over everything, making his head spin as he arches his back slightly, presenting himself to you for further exploration. 

“Please don’t stop, god, I need you so bad~” he’s whiney and he’s adorable, his words slurred, his cheeks pink. “I w-wan’ you to explore every inch of me,” You look up at him, speechless, head filling with thoughts of bloodlust and his body as his hips chase nothing but air, moaning all the while. “Don't hold back, I want to feel everything." 

“Really, little lamb? Everything.” You taunt, before you stand, coming face to face with him and finally your lips slam against his, harsh and almost aggressive, fingers knotting into his hair, pushing him closer like you’re trying to consume him.

The taste of iron fills his mouth and he whimpers, clinging onto your shoulders, knees weak at the realization. Warm tears spill down his cheeks but you’re quick to wipe them away with your fingers, succeeding in smudging the last bits of his makeup to hell.

“Fuck you’re so pretty,” you mutter, sucking his tongue into your mouth, drool and spit making a mess everywhere. “I just wanna eat you alive,” the words are sent directly between his legs as your hands slip under his skirt once more, rubbing at his taint before falling back a bit more.

Beomgyu’s eyes slip shut, pulling away from the kiss, knocking his head back against the alley wall with a wanton whine. “P-put them in-please, put them in.” He chokes out.

First you bring your fingers up and shove them into his mouth, collecting a disgusting amount of saliva that’s pooled in his mouth. “Suck.” He does, with a fervent desire, whimpering and swirling his tongue around them as if they were a dick.

Then they’re back where they were before.

He shakes, eyes finding yours with a mix of desire and submission in them. "Please...please put your fingers inside me," he begs, low and needy as he spreads his legs wider for you. "I-I want to feel you inside me...I need it so badly," he grinds down, desperate for your touch.

He lets out a soft gasp as your finger enters him; slow and steady. "Yes...just like that. Deeper. Fuck, feel so full~”

You scissor your fingers, and all composure is lost as he moans loudly at the feeling. No words come to mind, nothing can be said, only be felt.

You find his prostate with ease, pressing down on it, making your little lamb scream into the empty alley, his voice hoarse and gravelly as he pleads mindlessly, hips snapping forward so much you have to pin them against the wall.

“Yeah? That feel good? Having my fingers so deep inside you, huh?” He nods eagerly, his body shaking as you press down on his prostate. He's panting heavily now, barely able to form words.

Beomgyu loses himself in the sensation of your fingers deep inside him. He feels on the edge, his body shaking with pleasure as he grips onto you tightly, nails scratching at your skin though he knows that it’ll do nothing. "Yes...yes I'm so close," he gasps out between moans and twitches.

His walls clench around you as you add a third one in, almost as if they’re sucking you in deeper and deeper. 

He's barely able to stand up straight, his legs trying to spread wider, his skirt restricting room until in one swift move you rip a slit all the way up. His gasp is shocked. He'll be angry at you later. But not now as you take his knee in your free hand and throw it around your hip, giving you more access to press even harder against his prostate.

Beomgyu’s eyes roll back in bliss as you abuse the spot over and over. Waves of pleasure crashing over him, he looks up at you with a pleading expression in his eyes, his fingers gripping tightly onto your shoulders. "Please...please let me cum," he begs in a low, husky voice. "I need it so badly...let me cum for you," he pleads desperately, his body quivering with anticipation, so close to exploding he can’t think straight.

“Cum.”

He cries out as the flood bursts through, lost in the moment now, vaguely aware of anything except for the mind-blowing pleasure coursing through his veins. "Oh god...yes!"

His orgasm seems to last an eternity, every inch of his being exploding with pleasure. You're sure that everybody inside bar has heard you now, that your pretty boy was too loud, that he is still too loud as he pants and shudders against you, dumb with pleasure as his cum soaks into the fabric of his skirt and drips down his thighs and your arms.

You’d clean it up for him if he weren’t holding onto you so tightly, ensuring that you can’t move. Well, you could move if you really wanted to, but you don’t want to.

Instead, no words are exchanged as you slowly move your arms up, wrapping around his waist in return. He looks up at you, eyes bleary and unfocused, drooping shut drowsily.

You sigh, realizing that you’ll have to take care of him for the rest of the night whether that be trying to figure out where he lives or taking him back to your own. 

He sighs dreamily, breathing getting slower as he drifts off. Still covered in cum and drool, smudged makeup on his face and blood stained on his lips.

He's the siren and you're the sailor, there could be no other way. He lured you in and you had not a hint that you'd be trapped with him for however long he wanted you after that.

Pushing back the sweaty hair that sticks to his forehead, you smile, unable to bring yourself to be the slightest bit upset about it.

Either way, he’ll wake up tomorrow morning, completely fucked up and you're sure that you’ll be there to nurse him through it.

a/n: ignore the way the smut is more than half of the fic😇, hope you all enjoyed it! I'm kinda teasing around the idea of doing the rest of txt w either vampire reader OR w them being the vampire though if i did it probably wouldn't be out for awhile with everything else i'm doing.

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UHM are yall okay?? 😭 the last time i checked i was at like 10 followers and now im at like 40?? Almost 40, its 39 as of posting this. THANK YOU GUYS??? Still shocked!! Also so sorry for not posting last week, i broke up with my bf so i decided to take a small break from everything in general <//3 I will try my best to post once a week though <33

MDNI!! NSFW CONTENT AFTER THE READ MORE!!

╰┈➤Vampire!Ot5, subby!kai, softdom(?)!taehyun, subby!soobin (?), not rlly sure for gyu and yeonjun sobs, mentions of biting here and there, blowjobs obvi, cumming eating/ swallowing cum. OH OMFG and inexperienced!Kai, and hair playing!! gn!reader. if i missed anything lmk!

You plop down onto the couch, snuggling up against your boyfriend, a nice popsicle to soothe your late night cravings. Opening up the wrapper you see your boyfriend eye you every now and then before going back to his phone. One arm wrapped around you as happily had your popsicle, watching on your TV “Baby?” He mumbled, placing his phone down and turned to you. You respond with a small ‘hm’ eyes still glued to the TV. You felt him grab your hand and place it on his hard cock. Immediately, you whip your head to him, shock filled your eyes as you mutter his name. “Can you suck me like that popsicle..please?” 

Yeonjun✩ -you stared at him as he stuck his lower lip out - “that was so smooth” you laughed. - MOANS! Guys this man has the prettiest moans when you give him head fr -would bite his hands to not be too loud bc its late -fr though if he was not stifling those moans, your neighbors would give a noise complaint LMAO - would grab your hair to ground himself - he would defo push your head down on himself just to hear those cute gags its such a turn on for him -he would cum in your mouth and then force you to swallow

Soobin✩ -the look that you gave him, he was so shy abt it too LMAO -”never did i imagine you of all people would say that.” “its not my fault im horny.” -soft, staccato “ah, ah, ah” would leave this man’s lips and its like heaven - after every moan he would smile here and there, flashing those fangs oml -he isnt very loud in general but when you give him head its just another thing -binnie is like begging you to keep going -he would buck his hips up bc i feel like he is so sensitive!! -would ask if you could swirl your tongue around his pink tip - he defo would cum v messily like he would js pull out and cum all over your face KHSBGDHV

Beomgyu ✩ -you were more confused than shocked, thinking he misspoke -”what??” “i said please!” “please for what?” “Dont make me beg, i’ll get harder” LMAO - more grunts than moans, though when he does let a moan peep out, it sounds so subby? Like hello?? -melting under your mouth fr -i would say he isnt as loud as soobin but he isnt as quiet as Yeonjun either -okay but gyu would be so like? Switchy??? from like “little piece of shit, making me all horny and hot for no reason” to “thats it, fuck! Good job- FUCK! Do that again. Youre doing so good.” -The way he would look at you when you suck him off?? Its like so loving yall KASHBDGHV - He literally trying his best to hold himself together but the longer yall go the more is just much more whiner.  -”gonna cum and your gonna swallow no matter what.” -YALL HE WOULD CUM INTO UR MOUTH AND THEN LIKE FORCE YOU TO PUT UR TONGUE OUT TO VERIFY YOU SWALLOWED AHHH -got hard again bc he thought of yall fucking and him like biting and licking the fresh bite -someone jail me, my vampire!beomgyu is feral Taehyun✩ -Taehyun is much more unexpected than Soobin tbh. I feel like he would js say it out of nowhere catching you off guard -”im? Was a popsicle all it took?” “i guess so bc im hard now so i mean its a win win” -he is so quiet like tyun sir please -on top of that its more like fucking WHIMPERS -You would look up every now and then js to see if like he is okay, or if he is liking it. -ofc the silly noticed and he would caress your hair to show you he alright -very soft tbh! Soft and loving, its so cute JKHDGJHG -would you reward you with v rough sex later though with biting bc other than sitting there and looking pretty, his teeth have OTHER USES!! -he’ll end up pulling out and cumming on your shirt bc he wanted to take a shower before fucking you ruthless -maybe if he is extra eager he’ll ask you to join him in the shower and fuck you there hehe

Huening Kai ✩ -BIG DICK KAI BIG DICK KAI BIG DICK KAI! -tbh i feel like you sort of expected this from kai but not THAT quick.  -if soobin was shy, kai was shy-er  -”but but you dont have to do it im- fuck im sorry-” “no- kai, baby its okay!! Why are you stressing?” “Your pretty mouth is gonna suck me off, who wouldnt be stressed in that situation?” -LOUDD he is so loud - and poor bby he is trying so hard to be quiet too -mumbles shit like “nngh! I cant i cant.. No please keep going.” “feels so good!” -i feel like he would struggle to talk while getting head -would bite his shirt to try and quiet himself down -that only make him louder so he resorted to his hand -with his free hand though he is playing with your hair, holding your head down while he bucked his hips up -also very sensitive !! stop i love him sm aughh AND INEXPERIENCED!! -he would normally cum outside of ur mouth but if its very special or he is js extra horny he’ll cum inside without any warning whatsoever LMFAOO

(a/n: also i forgot to thank my mooties for reblogging my stuff, i love yall hehe. This doesnt rlly make sense in the vampire aspect but it does in my world bc 1) this whole thing was a dream i had and 2) i have my own vampire world for my silly autistic hyperfixation saurr 😭 i didnt want to write anything too gorey)

[bunny-dr34ms]

the love fate demands of us - preface

- mystical!txt x angel!reader

summary. Five beings, each an entirely different being from the other, yet bound by the common thread of tragedy that haunted them. Their lives had been marked by the bitterness of existence and only found solace in each other. Then, you appeared, a sweet little thing, willingly giving them the gentle love they had long been denied. They couldn't help their affection for you, taking you in as if you had always been there, a part of them, a heart split six ways.

cw/ tw; f!reader, fae!yeonjun, vampire!soobin, werewolf!beomgyu, wizard!taehyun, elf!kai, fantasy au, royalty au

features; txt, names of other idols that i decide as i go

Preface: A Heart Split Six Ways

The Merciless Prince: he who kills without remorse.

"They will all pay with their worthless lives, I will make sure of it."

"I’ve wandered these lands for eons, yet never have I found anything I yearned to protect so desperately."

"Your blood tastes like ambrosia; if I wanted to drink you dry, you'd let me, wouldn't you."

The Beguiling Fae: he who charms with allure.

"They are unworthy of your beauty; let me show you the heaven angels like you deserve."

"You love me so softly, as if you want nothing more than my heart and soul."

"I crave your innocence, rather, I crave to corrupt that innocence with my own, tainted hands."

The Deviant Werewolf: he who abhors his blood.

"They hurt my princess and for that I shall hunt them one by one, shredding them limb by limb."

"You are the gift that the Moon Goddess bestowed upon me; you are everything I need in this world."

"Let me mark you- I know you want me to just, let me make you mine, I'll go insane if I don't."

The Scheming Wizard: he whose magic deceives.

"They shall learn the consequences of targeting you; my magic will serve as their just retribution."

"All my life, I believed magic was the most powerful force in the world, but you came along and revealed to me that it is love."

"You trust so blindly that I could present you with any potion, and you would drink it without question, leaving me to ponder how far I could push your faith."

The Foolish Elf: he who rejects his power.

"They have no idea how long I have been holding back, yet they dare to touch you?"

"I am so undeserving of your love; I'd bring the whole world to their knees just to be with you.”

"You are so blissfully naive to remain unafraid of me, even as I intend to test your naive kindness to its very limits."

The Forlorn Angel: she who cries for the sinners.

"Love is such a pure and raw essence; why must it be confined by arbitrary rules?"

"I've longed for a feeling like this for as long as I can remember."

"My heart is yours for as long as you desire it, for this is all I am and all I have."

author note: i wasn't sure if i wanted to post this or not but i ended up finishing it up anyway so because chapter 1 is under heavy editing rn. making the mood boards took me the longest....also can you really call this a preface ;;; oh well, enjoy! as always, reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated <3

[thetxtdevil]

TXT as Vampires

Welcome Ghouls & Goblins,

The TxT's Devil has conjured a fictional version of Tomorrow x Together as vampires. These characters are very little related to the actual men, but it's fun to fantasize. This will be a guide to know what I am writing about in my future projects. Some elements are inspired from AS YOUR VAMPIRE LOVER by @beomiracles enjoy...

Yeonjun

Level: born vampire, oldest of the clan Appearance: pale, raven black hair, dark maroon irises Special Powers: mind reading, can turn people, fast speed, strength Facts: Works as a Phlebotomist, this means he has extreme self control. He is able to take multiple bites from one feeding stopping himself before the victim runs out of blood. Since he's the oldest he knows a lot, so he's always teaching the boys and then gets made fun of for being old :( Suggestive Facts;) He knows he's handsome... he's cocky and a flirt. Since he can read minds he will read yours especially when you aren't able to say what you're really thinking...

Soobin

Level: turned vampire [cause: a way to save his life from intense injury], leader of the clan Appearance: pale, honey blonde, TALL, brown irises that turn into a flame red Special Powers: hypnosis, fast speed, strength Facts: As the leader, he keeps track of spendings in the house and the whereabouts of the boys. Although he was turned, he is excellent at training others if needed (Yeonjun helps too). Suggestive Facts;) Very sweet, doesn't want to take your blood, but he eventually does after you consistently ask. Secretly wants you to have his vampire babies and to make his own lineage.

Beomgyu

Level: born vampire Appearance: interestingly tan, long dark hair, rosewood irises Special Powers: transforms into a bat, fast speed, strength Facts: Gyu likes to spend his nights with werewolves. He also goes around exploring vacant areas (the haunted house down the street, the closed down mall, etc.). He enjoys the old ways of vampirism so he will wear victorian garments and dramatically roam around the clan's castle. Suggestive Facts;) Drains you… can't help it (he can) but he likes they way you taste and fall into his arms :(( Wants to do it EVERYWHERE, in every part of the castle, in a coffin, in the woods, maybe even his favorite old buildings.

Taehyun

Level: born vampire Appearance: pale, untamed platinum blonde, occasionally dyes his hair red, ruby red irises Special Powers: hypnosis, mind reading, can turn people, fast speed, immense strength Facts: Tae was brought up in a very traditional vampire household (never interacted with humans only fed on them, stayed in the dark) thats why he knows a lot of the powers that get personal. However, since he has been with the clan Tae has spread his bat wings: bar hops with yeonjun, having conversations with Kai about humans, reads A LOT of novels from supernatural to humans. Suggestive Facts;) He has self control when it comes to feeding but tends to lose that control when getting intimate. Loves your throat, loves to kiss it, bite it, choke it... Secretly wants to turn you even though he admires your mortality, he just wants you forever.

Huening Kai

Level: turned vampire [cause: victim of a feral vampire], youngest of the clan Appearance: pale, dark brown wavy hair, TALL, brown irises that turn into a bright scarlet Special Powers: recently found out that he can transform into a bat, fast speed, strength Facts: Kai is a baby bat, so he studies the ways of vampires (the boys help). He tends to forget that he’s allergic to the sun, comes back to the castle with steam off his head and burnt. Kai has learned to control himself with feeding on others, but he’s still a bit messy. Suggestive Facts;) He's learned from his ravenous past that bloodsucking is not always good, so he tries to not feast on you but when you give him the go ahead he won't stop. I suggest to invest in turtlenecks because this man loves to mark your neck. You could be human but he loves when you bite and suck on him too.

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TxT's Devil 🧛🏻‍♀️

[mirisss]

Tainted Love

Vampire Choi Beomgyu x human reader

Warnings: Blood, death, mentions of being chased, I think that’s it, let me know if I’ve missed anything!

Wordcount ≈ 8.5k

Another Halloween special! I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Third Person POV

Beomgyu was not just any vampire; he was the Vampire King, a title that weighed heavily on his shoulders. Born into the oldest generation of vampires, he inherited not only their timeless beauty but also their immense power and ancient wisdom. His castle, perched high on a desolate cliff, loomed over the fog-covered valleys below, its spires piercing the night sky. The moonlight bathed the stone walls in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows that seemed to dance around him as he stood alone in the grand hall.

Though his features were captivating—skin like alabaster, eyes a mesmerizing shade of crimson, and hair as dark as the night—Beomgyu often felt like a ghost haunting his own home. The grand ballroom, once filled with laughter and music, now echoed with silence, each empty corner a reminder of the life he could never truly embrace. For centuries, he had lived in this splendid prison, surrounded by opulence yet suffocated by an overwhelming sense of solitude. He had watched the world change from the tall windows of his castle, observing the fleeting lives of humans with a mixture of longing and despair.

A dark curse hung over him like a storm cloud, one that had been placed upon him in the early days of his reign. It had come from a rival who was jealous of his power—a sorcerer whose heart was as black as the magic he wielded. The curse decreed that anyone Beomgyu dared to love would meet a tragic end at his own hands, a fate he could not bear to inflict upon another. It was a tormenting paradox; the more he craved connection, the more he felt the icy grip of isolation. Every day, he awoke to the chilling truth that his heart was bound by chains of his own making.

For decades, he had resisted the allure of companionship, distancing himself from the fleeting relationships that could lead to heartbreak. He would watch from the shadows as couples strolled through moonlit gardens, their laughter ringing like sweet chimes in the night air. Each joyous moment only deepened his own sorrow. He had nearly convinced himself that he was content with his solitude, filling his time with the ancient texts and scrolls that chronicled the history of his kind. Yet, within him lay a simmering yearning for love, for someone who could see past the legend of the Vampire King and into the depths of his soul.

The loneliness gnawed at him like a relentless predator, whispering in his ear as he wandered through the dimly lit corridors of his castle. At night, he would often find himself standing at the edge of the balcony, staring out at the vast expanse of the world beyond. The stars twinkled like distant memories, each one a reminder of what could have been if he had only dared to break free from the shackles of his past. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin as he imagined a life where he could laugh, love, and be loved without fear of destruction.

Yet, the curse loomed larger than life, a shadow that clung to him and darkened every hopeful thought. Beomgyu understood that to love would mean to embrace the danger of loss, and so he remained in the fortress of his heart, alone yet alive through the stories of those around him. He had made peace with the idea that perhaps he was meant to be the guardian of love, rather than a participant in it, destined to watch over the joys of others from afar.

As the centuries dragged on, the castle stood as a monument to his isolation, a beautiful but haunting reminder of a life unlived. But in the quiet moments, as the night deepened and the stars shone brightly, Beomgyu would still whisper into the darkness, a silent prayer for someone who might one day break the curse—someone who could see the man behind the monster and dare to love him despite the risks. The longing in his heart remained, an ember waiting to ignite, and he held onto the hope that perhaps, one day, love would find a way to conquer even the most ancient of curses.

One particular night, as the moon hung low in the sky, its hue a deep, blood-red that cast an eerie glow across the landscape, Beomgyu found himself wandering the dense woods surrounding his castle. The trees loomed overhead like ancient sentinels, their gnarled branches twisting and reaching toward the heavens. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a reminder of the autumn chill that had settled over the realm. This night felt different; there was a strange tension in the air, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

As he meandered along a narrow path, lost in thoughts of his eternal solitude, Beomgyu suddenly caught sight of something unusual among the underbrush. A figure lay motionless on the ground, half-hidden by a tangle of brambles and mud. His heart quickened with an unfamiliar sense of urgency as he approached. When he drew closer, he could see that it was a woman, her once vibrant clothing now soaked and torn, clinging to her skin like a second layer. Her long hair was matted and filthy, strewn across her face and the earth beneath her.

Despite the monstrous reputation that surrounded him, Beomgyu’s heart was as gentle as a butterfly flitting from flower to flower. The sight of her, vulnerable and alone, stirred something deep within him—a longing to protect rather than harm. He knelt beside her, his hands trembling slightly as he brushed a few strands of hair away from her pale face. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the faint rhythm of her pulse, and it sent a wave of relief flooding through him. She was alive, but barely.

With an instinct born of centuries of solitude and the desire to nurture, Beomgyu carefully scooped her up in his arms, cradling her against his chest. As he stood, the night enveloped them both, the shadows whispering around him as if aware of the fragile life he now held. He could feel her heartbeat against him, a steady reminder that she was still with him, and he vowed to do everything in his power to keep her safe.

He hurried back to his castle, his long cloak billowing behind him like a dark cloud. The path was familiar yet felt foreign in this moment; he had walked it countless times alone, but now it pulsed with the promise of connection. Upon reaching the castle, he carried her into the grand hall, the flickering candlelight casting warm glows across the ancient stone walls. He laid her gently on a lavish velvet settee, surrounded by rich tapestries and ornate furniture that seemed to sigh in the presence of a new soul.

Beomgyu moved quickly, his instincts kicking in as he prepared to help her. He retrieved warm blankets from his chambers and draped them over her shivering form, taking care to ensure she was comfortable. He filled a goblet with warm herbal tea, hoping it might revive her, and knelt beside her, watching over her as the night deepened. The blood-red moon filtered through the tall windows, casting a haunting glow over the room.

As he waited, he couldn’t help but wonder who she was and how she had come to be in such a dire state. What dangers had she faced that led her to this moment? The questions swirled in his mind, but they were overshadowed by a growing sense of protectiveness. For so long, he had watched from the shadows, observing the fleeting joys of others but never participating. Now, with this woman resting before him, he felt a flicker of hope that perhaps fate had smiled upon him.

Time stretched, and just as the clock struck midnight, she stirred. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing bright, stormy eyes that widened in surprise as she took in her surroundings. Beomgyu held his breath, a mixture of hope and fear flooding his senses. He remained silent, giving her the space to gather herself, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Where am I?” she whispered, her voice hoarse yet melodic, echoing through the grand hall like a sweet song.

“You are safe,” Beomgyu replied softly, his voice a gentle murmur that seemed to soothe the air between them. “You are in my castle. I found you in the woods, unconscious and alone.”

Her gaze drifted over him, taking in the ethereal beauty that radiated from his being. For a moment, she seemed lost in thought, processing the surreal reality of her situation. “I thought… I thought I was done for,” she murmured, a flicker of gratitude passing through her eyes.

Beomgyu felt warmth blossom in his chest at her words, an unfamiliar sensation that he had long since forgotten. “I will ensure you are well cared for,” he promised, though a shadow of uncertainty loomed in his heart. Could he allow himself to grow close to her, knowing the curse that bound him?

As she shifted to sit up, the blankets falling away, Beomgyu quickly stepped forward, offering her his hand. “You should rest. I will bring you something to eat, and when you feel ready, I can help you find your way home.”

For a fleeting moment, their eyes locked, and in that shared gaze, he felt a connection that defied logic—a bond forged in the quiet understanding of two souls who had encountered darkness. Perhaps, just perhaps, she was the light he had been yearning for all along, a beacon of hope in his eternal night. As he turned to leave the room, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this encounter would change the course of his life, drawing him ever closer to the love he had thought was forever beyond his reach.

When Beomgyu returned with a tray of warm food and a steaming cup of herbal tea, he found Y/n sitting up, her expression a mixture of confusion and wariness. He set the tray down on the ornate table beside her and took a seat across from her, careful to maintain a distance that respected her space while still conveying his presence.

“May I ask your name?” he inquired, his voice soft and inviting, hoping to ease her anxiety.

“Y/n,” she replied, her voice still a bit shaky but gaining strength. She offered a tentative smile, and Beomgyu felt a rush of warmth at the sight. “And you…?”

“I am Beomgyu,” he said, inclining his head slightly in a gesture of respect. “The king of this castle.” The weight of his title hung in the air, but he delivered it with humility, not wanting to overwhelm her. “I found you in the woods. Can you tell me how you came to be there, alone and unconscious?”

Y/n hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowing as memories flooded back. “I was…” she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words. “I was being chased. I don’t know who it was or why, but they were after me.” Her hands trembled slightly as she recalled the fear that had gripped her heart. “I ran as fast as I could, but I fell into a lake and got soaked. Then, when I tried to escape, I ran straight into thorns and branches.”

She paused, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I was terrified, and I just… I couldn’t go on. Eventually, I collapsed from fear and exhaustion.”

Beomgyu listened intently, his heart aching for the pain and terror she had experienced. “You were incredibly brave to escape at all,” he said gently, wanting to offer her some comfort. “To face that kind of fear and still keep moving… it takes strength.”

Y/n looked up at him, a mixture of gratitude and disbelief in her eyes. “Thank you, but I don’t feel very brave,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I was running for my life.”

He nodded, understanding all too well the weight of fear. “You are safe now,” he reassured her, wishing he could take away all the pain she had endured. “No one can reach you here.”

As she sipped her tea, the warmth spreading through her body brought a sense of comfort that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Beomgyu watched her closely, noting the way the tension in her shoulders seemed to ease with each passing moment. He wanted to know more about her, to understand the depth of her spirit, but he was also keenly aware of the shadows lurking in the corners of his own existence.

“Do you have somewhere to go?” he asked, his voice low and careful, aware of the vulnerability in her situation. “Friends or family who might be looking for you?”

She looked down at her hands, tracing the lines of her fingers as she considered his question. “I… I had friends in the village, but after what happened tonight, I don’t know if I can go back. I don’t know if I can trust anyone anymore.” Her voice quivered, the hurt of betrayal evident in her tone.

Beomgyu felt a pang of sympathy. “You can stay here as long as you need,” he offered, the words spilling from his heart without hesitation. “This castle may be lonely, but it can be a refuge, a place where you can heal.”

She looked up at him, surprise flickering in her stormy eyes. “You would do that for me? A stranger?”

“Yes,” he said earnestly. “For now, I would like to help you. I want you to feel safe again.” The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a glimmer of hope stirring within him. Perhaps this woman was meant to be part of his story—a bright light in the darkness that had shrouded his existence for so long.

Y/n studied his face, searching for any sign of deceit, but all she found was kindness and an unwavering resolve. There was something about Beomgyu that made her feel drawn to him, a connection that went beyond the circumstances of their meeting. Slowly, she nodded, a tentative smile breaking through the remnants of her fear. “Thank you, Beomgyu. I’d like that.”

In that moment, the barriers that had kept Beomgyu confined within his lonely castle began to crack, allowing the possibility of companionship to seep through. With every word shared, he felt the weight of his curse lift, if only slightly. Perhaps, just perhaps, love could find its way back into his life, wrapped in the fragile form of a woman who had weathered her own storm. And as they shared their stories beneath the watchful gaze of the blood-red moon, both Y/n and Beomgyu sensed the dawn of something beautiful, a new beginning crafted from the remnants of their pasts.

Beomgyu rose from his seat with a newfound sense of purpose, determined to make Y/n’s stay in his castle more comfortable. As he left the room, he couldn’t shake the feeling of warmth that had blossomed in his chest. She was no longer just a stranger; she was someone he wanted to protect, to cherish, and he felt compelled to do right by her.

He wandered through the winding halls of the castle, each step echoing against the cold stone walls. Memories of grand balls and laughter filled his mind as he made his way to the storeroom where his mother’s belongings were kept. The castle, once a place of merriment, had become a tomb of solitude, and he wanted to reclaim a piece of that joy for Y/n.

As he entered the room, dust motes danced in the beams of moonlight filtering through the tall windows. Beomgyu scanned the rows of old trunks and forgotten treasures, his heart heavy with nostalgia. He opened a large chest, revealing a collection of exquisite gowns that had once belonged to his mother—each dress a vibrant testament to her elegance and grace. Though they had long since fallen out of fashion, the gowns remained beautiful, their rich fabrics and intricate embroidery telling stories of grand celebrations and heartfelt moments.

He selected a soft, flowing gown made of deep sapphire silk, the color reminiscent of twilight skies. It had delicate lace sleeves and a fitted bodice that flared out gently at the waist, its beauty nearly breathtaking. The fabric shimmered even in the dim light, and Beomgyu felt a twinge of guilt for not having found her something more modern, but he hoped the dress would be better than the wet, thorn-ripped garments she had worn.

As he held the gown up, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how Y/n would look in it. Her bright eyes would shine against the fabric, and the gown would lend her an air of grace and strength.

After searching through a few more trunks, Beomgyu also found a simple cloak made of soft wool, its deep emerald hue a perfect complement to the dress. It would provide her warmth and modesty, and he believed it would suit her perfectly for the chilly nights in the castle.

With the gown and cloak in hand, he returned to Y/n’s chamber, excitement bubbling within him. “I’ve found something for you,” he announced as he stepped inside, the soft glow of candlelight illuminating the room.

Y/n looked up, her expression curious. “For me?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as she regarded the fabric he held.

“Yes,” he replied, stepping closer. “It’s not exactly modern, but I hope it will be more comfortable than the wet dress you’re wearing.” He laid the gown on the settee beside her, allowing her to admire its beauty.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she gently touched the fabric, fingers gliding over the delicate lace. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed, glancing up at Beomgyu with genuine appreciation. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” he replied earnestly, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks. “You deserve to feel comfortable and safe, especially after what you’ve been through. Please, try it on.”

Y/n hesitated, her brows knitting together. “But what if it doesn’t fit?”

“Then we’ll find a way to make it work,” he assured her, his tone encouraging. “And if it doesn’t fit, we can always look for something else together. For now, let me help you.”

With a nod, she took the gown and stood, the blankets slipping off her shoulders as she stepped behind a screen in the corner of the room for privacy. Beomgyu turned his back to give her the space she needed, the air thick with anticipation.

As she changed, he felt a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. This was a new beginning, and for the first time in centuries, he felt as if he were moving toward something brighter.

When she finally stepped out from behind the screen, Beomgyu’s breath caught in his throat. The gown flowed around her like water, accentuating her figure while the sapphire hue made her eyes sparkle with life. The lace sleeves framed her arms elegantly, and the soft fabric seemed to dance around her as she moved.

“Wow,” she said, a shy smile creeping onto her lips as she caught his gaze. “It’s… really lovely.”

“You look incredible,” he breathed, unable to take his eyes off her. “Like a queen from a long-lost fairy tale.”

Y/n blushed at the compliment, the warmth of his words wrapping around her like the gown itself. She adjusted the cloak around her shoulders, and Beomgyu stepped forward, gently fastening it for her. The intimacy of the moment felt electric, a silent acknowledgment of the bond forming between them.

“Thank you, Beomgyu,” she said, her voice soft but filled with gratitude. “I didn’t expect this at all. You’ve been so kind to me.”

“It’s the least I can do,” he replied, his gaze steady. “You’ve been through so much, and you deserve to feel at home here.”

As they shared a moment of silence, both of them could feel the weight of their pasts begin to lift. In that instant, the castle felt less like a prison and more like a sanctuary, a place where they could both heal. Beomgyu couldn’t shake the feeling that Y/n was meant to be part of his life, a light that could dispel the shadows that had loomed for far too long.

“Would you like to explore the castle now?” he asked, his voice breaking the stillness. “I can show you some of its secrets.”

Y/n’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and she nodded eagerly. “I’d love to!”

And so, hand in hand, they ventured into the depths of the castle, their laughter echoing through the halls—a sound that had been absent for far too long. Each room they entered held memories of the past, but together they began to weave new stories, the promise of friendship and perhaps something deeper blossoming in the heart of the ancient fortress.

As the days turned into weeks, Beomgyu and Y/n’s bond deepened, woven together by shared laughter, stories, and moments that lit up the shadowy corners of his castle. The once lonely halls, steeped in silence, now thrummed with life as the two explored every nook and cranny of the ancient fortress. They ventured through forgotten chambers, read old tomes in the library, and shared meals in the grand dining hall, where Y/n’s infectious laughter echoed off the stone walls.

Beomgyu found himself captivated by Y/n’s spirit—her resilience and warmth were like sunlight breaking through a stormy sky. He loved how she made him feel alive, pulling him from the depths of his solitude and into a world that felt vibrant and full of possibility. The gentle hum of their friendship became a melody that played in his heart, a soothing reminder that connection was not just a distant memory.

Every day, they created new traditions. They would take long walks in the moonlit gardens, Y/n admiring the blooming flowers while Beomgyu listened to her recount tales of her life before she had stumbled into his castle. He cherished the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about her dreams and aspirations, and he felt a sense of peace he had never known. The castle was no longer a prison; it had transformed into a haven filled with the promise of companionship.

However, amidst the joy they shared, Beomgyu felt an undercurrent of something deeper—a longing that grew with each passing moment. He couldn’t deny the way his heart raced when Y/n laughed or how he found himself stealing glances at her when she thought he wasn’t looking. Each interaction felt charged with an energy he could barely comprehend, and yet he welcomed it. In Y/n, he saw the possibility of something beautiful.

And yet, the curse that had haunted him for centuries remained a distant echo, fading in the warmth of their connection. Beomgyu had grown so absorbed in Y/n’s presence that he forgot, even for a moment, that he had ever been cursed. He was no longer the Vampire King bound by fear and loneliness; he was simply Beomgyu, a man enchanted by the light of the woman who had wandered into his life.

One evening, as twilight settled over the horizon, they found themselves on the balcony overlooking the valley below, the sky ablaze with shades of orange and pink. Y/n leaned against the stone railing, her hair dancing in the gentle breeze as she took in the breathtaking view. Beomgyu stood beside her, his heart swelling at the sight of her illuminated by the dying light of day.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Y/n murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Beomgyu replied, unable to hold back the words. The moment he spoke, he felt a rush of vulnerability, but he also sensed the warmth that bloomed in her cheeks at the compliment.

Y/n turned to him, surprise lighting up her features. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his tone earnest. “You bring life to this place, Y/n. You’ve changed everything.”

For a moment, silence enveloped them, the air thick with unspoken words. Beomgyu felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him, as if time had momentarily stopped. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of fear or hesitation, but all he found was warmth and curiosity. It struck him then that perhaps he was not the only one caught in this web of emotions.

But as they stood there, lost in each other’s gaze, a flicker of doubt brushed against the edges of Beomgyu’s mind. What if the curse still loomed over him, waiting in the shadows? He had been so caught up in the joy of their companionship that he had forgotten the warnings that had haunted him for centuries. He had never mentioned it to Y/n, and the thought of it now felt like a stone lodged in his throat.

Yet, as he reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, the doubt slipped away, if only for a moment. “Y/n,” he said softly, his voice steady, “I want you to know how grateful I am that you’re here. You’ve given me something I thought I’d never have again—a sense of belonging.”

Y/n smiled, and the light in her eyes made his heart skip a beat. “You’ve given me that too, Beomgyu. I was lost and afraid, but here, I feel… I feel like I can breathe again.”

The vulnerability in her voice made something stir deep within him—a yearning to protect that precious connection. He had never felt so alive, so anchored to another person, and he wanted nothing more than to keep her safe. The curse that had once bound him felt like a distant nightmare, overshadowed by the vibrant reality of their shared moments.

“Let’s promise to always be here for each other,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “No matter what happens, I’ll always protect you.”

Y/n nodded, and for a heartbeat, the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them suspended in that moment of promise and connection. As the stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky, Beomgyu felt a surge of hope—perhaps love could indeed conquer even the most ancient of curses.

Yet, in the back of his mind, a small voice whispered caution, urging him to remember the shadows that lingered just out of sight. But with Y/n by his side, he allowed himself to believe that love was powerful enough to break any chains—an unwavering belief that filled his heart with warmth and light as they stood together, overlooking the vast expanse of a world that felt, for the first time in centuries, full of endless possibilities.

As the cool night air swirled around them, Beomgyu felt an irresistible pull towards Y/n. The moment seemed suspended in time, as if the universe itself held its breath, allowing him to savor the connection they had forged. He leaned in, the distance between them shrinking to nothing, and gently pressed his lips against hers.

Y/n gasped at the unexpected warmth of his touch, her heart racing in response to the electric spark that ignited between them. It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced—a blend of surprise and longing that sent shivers down her spine. But within that heartbeat of uncertainty, something deep within her urged her to embrace the moment fully. She closed her eyes and melted into the kiss, her lips responding to his with an eager softness that spoke volumes.

As their mouths moved together in a tender dance, time seemed to dissolve. The world around them—the grand castle, the night sky, the distant whisper of the wind—faded into insignificance. All that mattered was the connection they shared, a beautiful intertwining of souls that felt as natural as breathing.

Beomgyu’s heart soared as he felt Y/n return the kiss, a wave of warmth washing over him. He had been so afraid of what his feelings might mean, terrified of the curse that had haunted him for so long, but in this moment, all his fears melted away. There was only her—her warmth, her sweetness, and the undeniable truth that he wanted to cherish her.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathless. “Y/n…” he murmured, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation. “I—”

But Y/n cut him off, a soft smile breaking across her face. “Don’t say anything,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed. “Just… let’s enjoy this.”

Beomgyu felt a rush of relief and happiness at her words. Instead of voicing the swirling thoughts in his mind, he simply nodded, basking in the glow of their shared warmth. He took her hands in his, their fingers intertwining like the branches of a blossoming tree, and they stood together, savoring the stillness of the night.

The kiss had ignited something deep within him, a flame that dispelled the shadows of doubt and fear that had lingered for centuries. With Y/n by his side, he felt alive, truly alive in a way he hadn’t thought possible. It was as if she had reached into the depths of his soul and drawn forth the light he had thought extinguished forever.

“Can I ask you something?” Beomgyu said after a moment, his voice soft yet laced with curiosity.

“Of course,” Y/n replied, her gaze steady and warm, encouraging him to share whatever was on his mind.

“Do you… do you believe in love at first sight?” he asked, his heart racing at the vulnerability of his question.

Y/n’s smile widened, a playful glint in her eyes. “I think love can grow in unexpected ways,” she said thoughtfully. “But there’s something about this… us. It feels like it was meant to be.”

“Meant to be,” he echoed, the phrase resonating deeply within him. “I feel the same way. Being with you has brought a light back into my life that I thought I’d lost forever.”

As the stars sparkled above them, Beomgyu’s heart swelled with the realization that Y/n was not just a passing moment or a fleeting dream. She was a part of him now, a beautiful melody that resonated with his very being. He knew he wanted to protect her, to keep her close and cherish the bond they had formed.

“Promise me something,” he said suddenly, a seriousness entering his voice. “Promise me that no matter what happens, we’ll face it together.”

Y/n’s expression softened, and she nodded firmly. “I promise, Beomgyu. Together, no matter what.”

In that moment, as they stood on the balcony, hand in hand, the weight of the curse that had once burdened him felt almost nonexistent. With Y/n by his side, he believed they could face anything—even the shadows that haunted him.

As they turned to watch the horizon shift from twilight to night, they felt an unspoken promise settling between them—a promise of love, of courage, and of a future that held the potential to shine brighter than the stars above.

A year had passed since Beomgyu had first found Y/n unconscious in the woods, and with each day that unfolded, the castle had transformed into a sanctuary of laughter and warmth. The shadows that had once consumed Beomgyu’s heart slowly dissipated, replaced by the bright light that Y/n brought into his life. They shared countless moments—quiet evenings spent reading by the fireplace, long walks in the moonlit gardens, and intimate dinners where their laughter echoed off the stone walls.

Beomgyu couldn’t help but marvel at how seamlessly Y/n had woven herself into the fabric of his existence. Each morning, he woke with a sense of purpose, and each evening, he fell asleep to the soothing sound of her voice. She had become his anchor, grounding him in a reality filled with joy and companionship.

Yet, amidst the happiness that surrounded him, a flicker of anxiety lurked in the back of his mind. Beomgyu had never once mentioned the curse, the dark shadow that had loomed over him for centuries. He felt a mix of guilt and fear; guilt for keeping such a significant part of himself hidden from Y/n, and fear that revealing it would shatter the beautiful life they had built together.

He was certain that the curse had either been revoked or was nothing more than a figment of his imagination, a remnant of his past that no longer held power over him. Y/n had been with him for a year now, and in that time, not a scratch had marred her skin. No danger had befallen her since the day he had rescued her from the woods, and with every passing moment, he felt his conviction grow stronger. Surely, if the curse were real, something would have happened by now.

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of selfishness that crept into his heart. He knew that keeping the truth from Y/n was a heavy burden. What if she ever found out? Would she feel betrayed? Would she leave him, seeking safety from the shadows of his past? The thought sent a chill down his spine. The prospect of losing her was unbearable, and so he clung tightly to the belief that the curse was a relic of a bygone era—something that had no place in their lives now.

One afternoon, as they strolled through the garden, Y/n paused to admire a cluster of blooming roses, their petals glistening with dew in the soft sunlight. Beomgyu watched her, the sunlight casting a golden glow on her hair, and for a moment, he felt an overwhelming rush of gratitude. She was a gift, a reminder that love could flourish even in the most unlikely places.

“Look at these roses,” Y/n said, her voice filled with wonder. “They’re so beautiful, just like this place.”

“They’re breathtaking,” Beomgyu replied, stepping closer. “But they wouldn’t be nearly as vibrant without you here to appreciate them.”

Y/n turned to him, her expression softening. “You always know what to say to make me smile.”

Beomgyu chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “I only speak the truth. You’ve brought life back to this castle.”

As they continued to walk, Y/n suddenly stopped, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at him. “Beomgyu, can I ask you something?”

His heart raced at her serious tone. “Of course. Anything.”

“What’s your greatest fear?” she asked, her brow furrowed slightly as she searched his face.

A million thoughts raced through his mind, but he hesitated, caught off guard by the question. He wanted to answer honestly, but the truth weighed heavily on him, a dark cloud looming over their otherwise bright day. “I… I suppose it’s losing those I care about,” he said finally, opting for the safer route. “Being alone again.”

Y/n’s expression softened, and she took a step closer to him, her hand finding his. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere.”

He squeezed her hand, grateful for her reassurance, but the doubt still lingered in the back of his mind. “I know,” he said, forcing a smile. “But the fear still creeps in sometimes.”

“Then let’s promise to always communicate,” she suggested, her eyes earnest. “If something’s bothering you, just tell me. I want to be there for you, Beomgyu.”

“I promise,” he replied, wishing he could muster the courage to share everything with her, including the truth about the curse. But in that moment, all he could do was hold onto her, cherishing the warmth of her presence and the promise of their connection.

As they walked hand in hand, a newfound sense of hope began to bloom in his heart. Maybe it was time to let go of the past and embrace the future they were building together. Perhaps the curse was indeed behind him, and with Y/n by his side, he could forge a path filled with love, trust, and freedom.

Later that night, as they settled into the quiet of the castle, Beomgyu watched Y/n as she shared stories about her life before she had entered his world. Her laughter filled the room, a sound so beautiful it warmed his very soul. He knew he had to protect her, not just from the shadows of his past, but from any darkness that might threaten their future.

And as he listened, he realized that the curse he had carried for so long was no longer his to bear. The true magic lay in the love they had cultivated, a bond that felt unbreakable. It was a love that could withstand the weight of secrets, fears, and uncertainties.

In that moment of clarity, Beomgyu made a silent vow to himself: he would cherish Y/n, protect her, and never let the shadows of his past dictate the beauty of their future. Together, they would carve out a life filled with joy, laughter, and love—a life where the chains of the past would have no power over them. With Y/n by his side, he finally felt free.

Despite the warmth and light that had enveloped his life since Y/n had entered it, Beomgyu felt the shadows of his past stirring uneasily in the corners of his mind. He had built a fragile cocoon around them, convinced that their love was enough to keep the darkness at bay. Yet, he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that the very nature of his existence could threaten everything he held dear.

As a vampire, Beomgyu was bound by his need to feed. It was a primal instinct, a hunger that gnawed at him like a persistent shadow. He had tried to suppress it, to deny its existence in favor of the blissful moments he shared with Y/n, but the call of his nature was relentless. It was time again for him to seek nourishment.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Beomgyu felt the familiar twinge of hunger surge through him. It was a hunger that was different now, a craving intensified by the love he felt for Y/n. He tried to push it aside, but the pull became too strong to ignore.

Y/n, ever perceptive, sensed the change in him. She turned to him with concern in her eyes, and he felt his heart twist at the thought of her worrying about him. “Beomgyu, what’s wrong?”

“I… I need to feed,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, shame flooding through him.

“What if I offered you my blood?” Y/n suggested, her tone both gentle and resolute.

He felt a rush of warmth at her offer, a mixture of gratitude and dread. Accepting her gift would be an intimate act, one that deepened the bond they shared. But it also held risks he couldn’t ignore. “Y/n, it’s not just that. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I trust you,” she replied, stepping closer, her eyes unwavering. “I know you would never hurt me intentionally. This would be an expression of our connection, a way for us to share something deeply intimate.”

Her words resonated within him, igniting a flame of desire he hadn’t anticipated. The thought of tasting her blood sent a rush of need coursing through his veins. He wanted to accept her offer, to partake in the most profound aspect of their connection. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded, his heart pounding with both excitement and fear.

“Okay,” he said softly, his voice laced with vulnerability. “But you must promise me to stop me if I go too far.”

“I promise,” she assured him, her gaze steady and trusting.

As they settled onto a plush couch in the candlelit sitting room, Beomgyu felt the weight of anticipation hanging in the air. Y/n guided him to her wrist, exposing the delicate skin. Beomgyu’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her, seeing not just a meal, but the essence of everything he cherished. He leaned in, his fangs grazing her skin lightly before piercing it.

The moment he tasted her blood, a flood of sensations engulfed him. It was warm and rich, a divine nectar that awakened every part of him. He drank deeply, feeling her life force coursing through him, filling the empty void that had plagued him for centuries. With each sip, he felt stronger, more alive, and yet, something within him began to twist—a primal urge taking over.

Y/n gasped, her breath hitching as he drank from her, but rather than stopping, Beomgyu lost himself in the ecstasy of her blood. The sweetness intoxicated him, and he couldn’t help but want more. He was a man possessed, caught in a fever dream of desire, and the world around him faded into obscurity.

“Beomgyu, please!” Y/n’s voice broke through the haze, panic lacing her words. She began to fight against him, pushing at his shoulders, but he was lost in the whirlwind of his hunger.

“Just a little more,” he murmured, though a small part of him screamed in protest. He had never felt such an overwhelming craving, an insatiable need that pushed him beyond reason.

But with every heartbeat, Y/n’s strength began to wane. He felt her body grow weaker beneath his touch, and yet he couldn’t pull away. His instincts took control, and he continued to drink, his mind drowning in the heady intoxication of her essence.

Y/n’s struggles grew weaker, her breathing shallow, and a flicker of clarity sparked within Beomgyu. Horror crashed over him as he realized the gravity of what he was doing. “Y/n! No!” He pulled away, panic flooding his senses.

He gazed at her, eyes wide with horror. She was pale, the vibrancy that had once illuminated her features now dulled. Beomgyu’s heart raced as he fought to process what he had done. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

His voice cracked, tears brimming in his eyes as he cupped her face with trembling hands. “Please, forgive me. I lost control.”

Y/n looked up at him, her breath shallow but her gaze steady, filled with a strange mixture of fear and understanding. “Beomgyu, it’s okay… I’m here,” she whispered, though her voice was barely above a breath.

“No, it’s not okay! I should have stopped. I should have been stronger!” His voice trembled, panic clawing at his chest as he fought to keep the darkness at bay. He had promised to protect her, and yet he had become the very monster he had feared all along.

“Just… breathe,” Y/n said softly, trying to reassure him even in her weakened state. “I’m still here. You didn’t mean to hurt me.”

But the weight of his actions crashed down on him like a tidal wave. He had taken too much; the warmth of her blood that had once filled him with pleasure now felt like poison in his veins. He had nearly destroyed the one thing that mattered most to him.

With desperation, he wrapped his arms around her, cradling her fragile form against his chest. “I’ll make it right. I promise,” he vowed, tears spilling from his eyes. “I won’t lose you. I won’t let this darkness take you away from me.”

He felt her heart flutter weakly against him, and he would do anything to mend the fragile thread of life that connected them. It was a vow etched into his very soul: he would protect her from the past, from the monster within, and from the shadows that threatened to consume them both.

But as he held her, Beomgyu couldn’t shake the feeling that the curse he had thought long forgotten was creeping back into their lives, and this time, it could take everything away from him in the most cruel of ways.

Beomgyu felt as if the world had crumbled around him, leaving only the unbearable weight of reality. He cradled Y/n in his arms, her once-vibrant form now frail and pale, as if all the life had been drained from her. Her heartbeat, which had once pulsed steadily against his chest, was now a fragile whisper, fading with each agonizing second. Panic surged within him, a tidal wave of desperation crashing against the shores of his heart.

“What do I do? What do I do?” he murmured, his voice trembling as he rocked her gently, as if trying to soothe the life ebbing away from her. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mixing with the cold night air as he fought against the overwhelming feeling of helplessness.

He had lived for centuries with the curse that shadowed his existence, but never had he felt its cruel grip quite like this. It was a relentless beast that had now taken the one person he cherished most. Y/n was slipping away from him, and the realization gnawed at his soul like a ravenous predator.

He had never wanted this. The love he felt for her was supposed to bring him joy, yet here it had become a source of unimaginable pain. He pressed his lips against her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin fade beneath his touch. “Please, Y/n. Hold on. Just hold on for me,” he pleaded, though he could hear the tremor of fear in his own voice.

But the truth weighed heavily on him like an anchor dragging him into the depths of despair. He knew he could not turn her into a vampire—not until the full moon, which was still two weeks away. Two weeks that she didn’t have. The thought was suffocating.

“Why didn’t I stop?” he cried, anguish spilling from his heart like a broken dam. “I should have listened to you. I should have been stronger.”

Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, weak but filled with a tenderness that broke him further. “Beomgyu,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath. “I’m not afraid.”

His heart shattered at her words. “But I am! I can’t lose you. I can’t let you go,” he begged, holding her closer as if he could somehow shield her from the inevitable. “I love you too much for this.”

She smiled faintly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “And I love you. Just… hold me. Please.”

He tightened his grip around her, as if afraid that letting go, even for a moment, would send her spiraling away from him forever. He couldn’t bear the thought of life without her, and yet, the cruel reality remained. He was powerless to change their fate, a mere spectator to the tragedy unfolding before him.

“I’ll find a way,” he vowed, his voice choked with emotion. “I’ll do anything—anything to save you. I’ll beg the moon to rise early. I’ll barter with whatever dark forces I must. Just… don’t leave me.”

Y/n coughed softly, a faint smile gracing her lips. “Beomgyu, you don’t need to make promises you can’t keep. Just being here with me is enough.”

As the warmth of her body began to wane, Beomgyu felt a sense of despair clawing at his insides. “No! I can’t let this be the end!” he shouted, desperation spilling over.

But as he gazed into her eyes, he could see the light dimming, the vibrant spark of life that had captivated him slowly fading away. The reality of his situation washed over him like a bitter tide. He had always feared the curse, but now he understood its true cruelty: it didn’t just threaten his existence; it threatened the very essence of what made life worth living.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I thought I could protect you. I thought we had defeated the past.”

Tears streamed down his face, pooling on Y/n’s pale cheeks. “You gave me the happiest year of my life, Beomgyu. Don’t let this darkness win. I want you to live… to find happiness again. Promise me you’ll be okay.”

He shook his head vehemently, the thought of moving on without her unfathomable. “I can’t do that. You’re my everything. I can’t just let you go.”

With great effort, Y/n raised a trembling hand to his cheek, her touch soft yet tinged with urgency. “You must. You deserve to be happy, Beomgyu. Remember me. Live for both of us. Please…”

The weight of her words crushed him, a deep ache blossoming in his chest as he fought against the rising tide of grief. “I can’t… I can’t lose you,” he sobbed, clutching her to him as if she were the very breath of life he depended upon.

“I will always be with you, even if you can’t see me,” she murmured, her voice growing weaker. “Just hold onto our memories. Let them be the light in your darkness.”

The room felt colder, the shadows creeping closer, and Beomgyu could feel her slipping away. He pressed his forehead against hers, wishing with every fiber of his being that he could take her pain, that he could absorb it all and leave her free from the burden of this cruel fate.

“Y/n… please don’t go,” he begged, his voice hoarse, raw with emotion.

But as the seconds ticked away, he felt the warmth of her body begin to fade entirely. Her eyes fluttered shut, and the rhythmic beat of her heart grew fainter until it was but a whisper on the wind.

“Y/n!” he cried out, his voice filled with despair as he realized she was leaving him. The world around him dissolved into a haze of grief and darkness, the walls closing in as he fought against the tide of despair that threatened to consume him.

And then, as if in cruel mockery of their love, silence fell. The beat of her heart ceased, the life that had once shone so brightly in her eyes extinguished in an instant. Beomgyu felt as if the very ground beneath him had shattered, plunging him into a chasm of endless sorrow.

He had failed her. The curse had won, taking the light of his life and leaving him in the suffocating darkness once more. Wracked with grief, he held her lifeless body, a haunting emptiness echoing through the halls of his heart.

In that moment, Beomgyu understood the true weight of his curse. It was not merely the threat of death—it was the certainty of loss, a reminder that love could be as cruel as it was beautiful. He was a king without a throne, a vampire without a purpose, condemned to wander the shadows alone.

[sajttarius]

⚰️ ˚+₊ 🦇 ﹒ ₊˚੭

♩　﹐　🧛🏻‍♀️　◦　 ❁

[miwanudlez]

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠:

In the early 2010s, in the little town of Brookfield's, you find yourself caught between two unfamiliar vampires, as well as a vampire from a century ago. You had no idea what dangerous circumstances you were getting yourself into.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: SMUT, THRILLER,ROMCOM

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: CHOI BEOMGYU X READER X KANG TAEHYUN

🧸ྀི﹒⌗﹒🦇﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧˚˖𓍢ִ໋`🌿:✧˚.📷⋆𖧧★🎸🎧⋆｡ °⋆🐈‍⬛ ִֶָྀི. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐

Being 200 year old vampire is a nightmare especially having a bad reputation of running away from Niklaus Michaelson, yeah the hybrid. Youve running since what? 18 hundreds do the math.

You're having a fantastic time in California, but something came up that isn't related to Klaus. That person doesn't care about you. So, for a new life with a new identity, you found me here in Brookefields, a town as American as it seems. It is an Asian community composed of many Asian nationalities.

You started working there as a nurse, and everything went smoothly. You can consume blood at the blood bank, you can force people to do your job, and you still get paid.

Everything was going fine until this high school student started wrecking your life since you couldn't stop him.

But the thing is why cant you just compel him?

[yeonjunsbxtch]

Okay so far I got TWO ideas for vampire fics 😭

One for Yeonjun

And one for Hueningkai

Now I gotta think of 3 more for the other members 🤣

P.S… all are longer fics and ALL are smut 👀

[wolfytae-exe]

im going to be sick.