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theyungihven · 9 months ago

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DUMB DUMB ⁕ SAN

KINKTOBER EVENT

☆ pairing: serial killer san x female reader

⁂ KINKS : bondage, spanking

☆ genre: dark romance, smut

☆ warnings: spanking, mention of murder, morally grey main lead, cursing

☆ word count: who cares

☆ synopsis : he is your murder boyfriend who returns home and walks in onto you fucking yourself on the dildo tied to a human sized teddy bear. so he ties you up with rope as a punishment and edges you, not letting you come till you beg him like an obedient pet

Moans spew from your mouth as they travel to the living from the bedroom and san walks into the house, hanging his coat on the coat hanger and takes off his shoes.

He hears the sounds coming from the bedroom and chuckles, a smirk on his face as he stands in the hallway. He slowly strides towards the door, pushing it open without knocking.

You're too indulged in your own pleasure that you don't notice the door opening and him walking in. His eyes widen as he notices the scene unfolding in front of him.

You sit on top of the teddy bear as you bounce up and down. His smirk grows wider, and he leans against the frame of the door, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

His eyes trail down your body and he notices something....a blue glass dildo strapped to the waist of the teddy bear with a harness? "My, my, what do we have here…?"

You turn around, your head still hazy from the rush of hormones and lust fogging your brain only to look at your boyfriend leaning against the door frame as he eyes you up and down with a smirk. "honey….i can explain…"

He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He strides further into the room, closing the door behind him. "By all means, darling, do explain. I can't wait to hear this."

You take in a deep breathe, getting off the teddy bear as you lift yourself off the dildo and collapse on the bed beside the giant fluff toy "we agreed on something but you were late so i had to do something."

He chuckles softly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He runs his fingers through his hair, looking at you intently. "Ah, yes. I do remember something about that. And what was it, exactly, that we agreed on again?"

"honey today is halloween." you yell, "we agreed on you dressing up as hannibal lecter and me pretending to be your patient whom you lure sexually to be your victim as my psychiatrist." you huff and look at the floor in disappointment. "i didn't expect this from you." you get off and start to walk away.

He watches you as you get off the bed and start to walk away. A smile forms on his lips, and he stands up, catching up to you in a few strides and grabbing your arm, turning you to face him. "Hold on a minute, darling. Where do you think you're going?"

"you forget promises, you pay." His smirk widens.

He grabs your waist with one hand, pulling you closer to him. "Oh, I never forget promises, love. And I have a feeling you're going to be rather…punished for your impatience."

You gulp down your saliva nervously as you look up at him "but- but i didn't do anything." He smirks.

His grip on your waist tightens slightly as he pulls you even closer, his body pressed flush against yours. "Oh, but you did, darling. You know what happens when you don't wait, when you don't follow rules?"

"there were no rules, san." His grip tightens on you. He grins, his grip on you only tightening even further, almost to the point of being painful.

His voice is low, a hint of menace in his tone. "No rules, hm? Well, I think it's about time I enforce a few. You're not going anywhere, darling. You--"

You wince at the painstaking grip. "i am going. cuz i can't be with a man that doesn't respect me and can't keep his word." His smile only widens, as he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him.

"Oh, I don't think so, love. You're not going anywhere. You're mine, and I'm not letting you out of my sight. You can struggle all you want, but you-"

"san." His smirk falters for a moment, but his grip on you doesn't loosen.

"Darling, you're the one spoiling the mood. You're the one who couldn't wait patiently, who had to start things without me."

"we can talk this out i guess."

He loosens his grip slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Fine, then. Let's talk. But you're not leaving this room until we're done talking, understood?"

"yes."

His hands move upwards, grabbing your face. "yes,what?"

"yes,si-sir." He smiles, hearing the slight submissive note in your voice, and leads you back towards the bed, sitting down on the edge.

"Good girl." He pats his lap, gesturing for you to sit down.

You sit on his lap, looking down at the floor in your white lace lingerie. He grins, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer against him. "Look at you. So beautiful, so…. All dressed up in lace and waiting for me to come home."

"i'm sorry i was just sad and one thing lead to another" He runs his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle.

"I understand, love. But you should know better than to start things like that without me." his tone sends shivers down your spine.

"it's just a toy. sorry?" you look at him with puppy eyes and a frown. He chuckles, running his thumb over your cheek.

"You're adorable when you pout like that, you know. But it won't work this time, love. You need to learn a lesson about patience and obedience."

"nooo, please" you protest.

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice low and commanding. "Yes, darling. You need to be punished. You need to remember that you belong to me, and you need to learn to wait for me. Understood?"

"but it's halloween"

He grabs your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "I don't care what day it is. When I give you a command, you obey. And right now, I'm commanding you to take your punishment like a good girl."

"yes" a frown laces your lips as i get tear-eyed.

He chuckles, his thumb wiping away a tear that rolls down your cheek. "Good girl. I know you can be obedient when you want to be."

He pats his lap again. "Now, come here. I need you over my knee."

He grins, and pulls you onto his lap, positioning you over his knee. He runs his hand over your bare thighs, his touch gentle but firm. "Now, I'm going to give you a choice, love. How many spanks do you think you deserve for your impatience?"

"one?" He chuckles, his hand resting on your bottom.

"One, hmm? I think we can do better than that. How about five, then? For five times that you didn't wait for me as I told you to."

"i deserve it" regret laces your tone. His hand squeezes your bottom gently, and he nods.

"Yes, you do. But you want to be a good girl for me, don't you? You want to make me happy?"

you nod. He smiles, his hand coming down on your bottom with a soft smack. "Good. Then you'll take your spanks like a good girl and you'll do your best to learn your lesson, won't you?"

"y-yes" He spanks you again, this time a bit harder.

"Good. You're being so good for me, darling. I'm proud of you. But you can take a little more, can't you?"

"yes i can" He spanks you again, a little harder this time, and then twice in quick succession.

"That's my good girl. Taking your punishment so well. I know it's hard, but you're doing so well."

Tears lace your cheeks so he pulls you up from his lap and onto his lap instead, his arms wrapping around you. "Shhh, it's okay, love. I know it hurts, but you're doing so well. I'm so proud of you." He runs his fingers through your hair, his voice soft and comforting.

"im so sorry i didn't mean to." He gently wipes away the tears from your cheeks with his thumb.

"I know, darling. I know. You were just impatient, and you didn't mean to be naughty. But you need to learn, don't you? So you can be a good girl and make me happy?"

You nod, moving closer to him.

His fingers run through your hair, and he kisses your forehead gently. "Good girl. You're my good girl, and I love you. But disobedience won't be tolerated. Understood?" He lifts your chin up, his eyes meeting yours. There's a hint of possessiveness in his gaze, a sense of ownership. "You're mine, darling. Mine to love, mine to discipline. And I take good care of what's mine, don't I?" you weakly smile and he smirks, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer against him.

"That's right. I take very good care of you, don't I? And I'll always make sure you're safe and happy, even when you misbehave. But I do expect obedience from you, darling."

"i know i'm sorry." He smiles, his hand caressing your cheek.

"I know you are, darling. And I forgive you. But don't let it happen again, understand? You need to be a good girl and wait for me, even when it's hard. Can you do that for me?" you nod. He grins, his fingers tracing over your jawline.

"That's my good girl. You're such a good girl for me. I know you can be obedient when you want to be, and I know you want to make me happy. But don't forget who's in charge. I'm your dominant, your master, and you're my property. Understood?"

"yes."

"yes what, darling?"

"yes,sir." He smiles, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.

"Good. That's my good girl. And you know what happens to disobedience, don't you? You get punished, just like today. And I don't like punishing you, darling. I prefer to reward you, but I will discipline you when it's necessary."

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theyungihven · 9 months ago

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SOO SCANDALOUS (do it again)

throat training with yunho just....where do i begin? (not proofread because i'm hungry and i'm gonna go get dinner now)

because of course he's so into it. he's a natural caretaker and that's absolutely amplified during sex. no matter how much you insist "i'm fine, we don't need to start this slow" he's not going to budge.

he'll sit you on the edge of the bed, and if he fears your hair might get in the way, he'll tie it back for you. and then he'll gently grab your chin and tilt your head up.

his thumb will swipe over your cheek, "you're so pretty." you just hum in acknowledgement and lean into his hand when i cups your cheek, "relax and be good for me, okay baby?"

you nod and watch him start to wet his middle a pointer finger of his free hand with his tongue. keeping you chin tilted up so you can watch the whole things. and when they're just wet enough for his liking he'll bring them to you lips.

he loves that he doesn't even have to ask you to open up. you do it on impulse.

and he starts easy. placing them flat on your tongue and letting you bob your head gently at your own pace. he watches you so intently. he loves how focused you get. working so diligently at whatever he asks of you.

he tightens the grip he has on your chin to stop you movements, and pulls his fingers out of your mouth, "breathe through your nose, okay? and squeeze my wrist if it's too much or you just need a breath" you nod. "verbal responses, baby."

"yes, sir" you barely breathe out, feeling your tummy turn in anticipation.

he grabs one of your hands and wraps it around his wrist, and when you open your mouth, he slides his fingers over your tongue again. but this time sliding them back further. slowly watching his fingers disappear into your mouth.

you gag almost immediately. he pulls his fingers back slightly and runs his other hand over your hair, "relax your throat." he's soft but stern, not wanting you to mistake his kindness for leniency. his words aren't suggestions.

and when he feels your tongue drop and your mouth relax he tries again. pushing his fingers back slowly. until he feels your throat wrap around them so nicely.

your gag reflex still kicks in, but you keep your breathing steady. trusting that this was all for the practice of being able to take his cock down your throat. and fuck you wanted to do that so bad. but he wouldn't let you without the proper precautions.

so you kept being good for him.

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theyungihven · 9 months ago

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HEAVEN AND BACK ⁕ yunho

KINKTOBER EVENT

☆ pairing: robber yunho x female reader

⁂ KINKS : free use, somnophilia, shibari

☆ genre: mystery, fantasy, dark romance, smut

☆ warnings: use of bedsheet as a rope, roleplay, fingering, v! penetration, reader is naked under the sheets

☆ word count: idk bruh

☆ synopsis : you've always dreamt of being used as an object of personal use by an attractive thief who broke into your house and one fine day it all comes true.

The winds blows the curtains as the rain patters against the bedroom window. He enters through the window, water dripping off him onto the floor.

You lay peacefully on the mattress, tucked under the comforter. He slowly begins to approach you, his footsteps silent. He stands there for a moment, watching you sleep peacefully on the bed.

You shift around, fixing my position so that now you lay comfortably on your stomach with your leg sprawled across the bed however get the thought that someone's watching you, but brush it off and go back to sleep. He watches as you stir slightly on the bed but go right back to sleep.

He walks over silently, standing over you as he looks down. He reaches out, gently touching your hair, a smile on his face as he looks at your sleeping form. You feel the familiar touch and your smile softens before you jolt awake.

As your eyes suddenly open to find him standing over you, he presses a finger to his lips, signaling you to stay silent. He leans down, whispering in your ear, his voice deep and intense. "Go back to sleep."

"who are you?"

He laughs softly at your question, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"I'm the thief that's about to take everything you have, love." His tone is dark and dangerous, yet there's a hint of something else in his voice - something that sends a shiver down your spine.

"please don't do anything to me. you can take anything that you but please don't hurt me." you say, sitting up straight on the bed. He can hear the fear in your voice, and a sly smile creeps across his face.

He stands there for a moment, silently contemplating your words. "Well, since you asked so nicely… I guess I won't hurt you." He walks closer to the bed, standing next to it, his hands on his hips.

"how can i trust you? i don't even know you." you ask him, your voice wavering in and out with fear. He laughs softly again, the sound sending another shiver down your spine.

"You don't have to know me to trust me, love. I promise not to hurt you. Just cooperate and do as I say, and you'll be safe.." He sits down on the edge of the bed, leaning in close to you, his face just inches from yours.

You nod agreeing to his conditions as you draw your comforter up your chest, shielding your naked body underneath it. His eyes scan your body, hidden underneath the comforter, and he can't help but let out a low chuckle.

"Smart move. Don't want me to see too much, hmmm?" He says, his tone laced with a hint of tease. "Now, be a good girl and give me your wrists."

You gulp and drop the comforter as you lay bare your chest at his mercy and place your wrists forward. His eyes roam over your bare chest, taking in every inch of you.

He takes your wrists gently, yanking your towards him and flipping your body over with his hands. He caressing your hips for a moment before he begins to place your wrists into a tight and secure knot with a bedsheet.

He then ties your ankles together connecting the wrist and the ankle knot so that your legs are up in the air and your hands on your back.

You whimper due to his man handling as he ties your wrists and ankles with the bedsheet limiting your movement.

He stands up, admiring his own work. He walks around the bed, looking at you from all angles, his gaze lingering on your bound wrists and ankles. "You look perfect like this, love. Helpless and at my mercy."

You whimper at the way his words make you feel and you can feel your core burning up as it gets wet as you breathing picks up.

He notices your reaction to his words, a sly smile playing on his lips. "You like being helpless, don't you love?" He says, his voice a low growl. He walks back over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it.

"why are you even doing this? do you hate my boyfriend?" He chuckles at your question, his eyes locking onto yours.

"No, I don't hate your boyfriend. I just want what he has. And right now, I have you all tied up and helpless, just how I like you."

"he's gonna kill you once he gets to know what you are doing to me."

"Aww?" He laughs again, the sound sending another shiver down your spine. "Let him try. I'm the one with the power right now, love. And I'm going to do whatever I want to you."

You hide your face into the pillow scared of what he's about to do next but your bare body grows desperate for his touch in this extremely vulnerable position.

He notices your face burying into the pillow, your body trembling with fear and desire. He laughs softly at your vulnerability, enjoying the sight before him. "Don't be scared, love. You're in good hands… or should I say, you're in my hands. And I know exactly what I'm doing."

"prove it then! fuck me so good that i'll never ever dare to fuck any other dick again to the point of obsession." He grins at your words, your desire for him fueling his lust.

"That's a big claim love," he says darkly. "But I'm confident I can deliver. I'm going to make you addicted to me, sweetheart. You're not going to want anyone else but me after this." His hands caress your hips before they move lower and soon you find yourself moaning at three of his fingers fucking you wet cunt.

"So wet for me love that you're taking me like a whore." he presses his fingers in deep, curling them as you buck your hips to get more friction but he slaps your pussy at the act. "such a dick hungry slut."

He presses your hips down, as his hand lands on your ass check burning the skin underneath it. the slap sting but it brings a weird pleasure your boyfriend yunho knows you love. and everything makes sense when your walls wraps around the ever-so-dick that fucks your brains out everytime.

It was your boyfriend.

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theyungihven · 10 months ago

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ATEEZ KINKTOBER 24'

This cuffing season enjoy and explore 8 wildest kinky smuts of 8 ateez members for a whole week paired along with my favourite songs.

free use, somnophilia [HEAVEN AND BACK] - robber yunho

marking/biting, hematolagnia [DO YOU RIGHT] - demon seonghwa

voyeurism [SLOW DOWN] - billionaire boyfriend yeosang

impregnation [GET INTO IT] - husband mingi

humiliation [?] - biker wooyoung

rough sex [LOVE IS (NOT) EASY] - professor hongjoong

shibari [DUMB DUMB] - criminal boyfriend san

master/slave, leather [DOUBT IT] - alpha jongho

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theyungihven · 10 months ago

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#trauma

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theyungihven · 10 months ago

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enchanted ⁕ san

HALLOWEEN EVENT

☆ pairing: human san x witch reader

☆ genre: mystery, fantasy, dark romance

☆ warnings: mentions of curses and black magic

☆ word count: 0.7k+

☆ synopsis : You use an enchanting potion you bought from a suspicious lady at the market in your granny's town and use it on your crush. But it starts affecting you instead as turn old and wrinkles frown on your face without any cure for it.

Love, as sweet and wonderful it is, can be a menace sometimes and drive one to insanity. It breaks many hearts, gives many eternal pain and to very few, grants the grand power to yield revenge.

Your case is the latter, fuelled by jealousy and greed to obtain your crush's interest. You wish to be looked at the way he does at his lover, to be loved like he loves his sweetheart but fate is not so sweet to everyone like it is to his lover. You do not agree with it, because you are the one who deserves all the love he gives to her.

Was it your ill fate or just the gods' hatred towards you?

Nevertheless, you've found your dominion, over which you have immense control to manifest and wish for things you'd never been granted. The art of dark magic was taught to you by a lady on your visit to your grandmother's town during the summer break.

That summer you spent in her cabin situated amidst the woods brewing potions and learning spells etc. It kept you sane, unlike his lover who drives you crazy everytime you see them. You had new things to learn like bending someone to your will and manipulating them into obeying your words.

When you informed her about your return, she gifted you a vial of enchanting potion, promised to make your romantic interest fall in love with you. You were delighted to receive it and excited to use it on him when you return to school. So, you did, enchanting him with the potion meant to trap him in the spell of love for an eternity.

It worked wonderfully, with him giving you those dreamy eyes, sweet kisses on your hand and the prettiest gifts. You both had even made yourselves official to the whole school and even your parents by the end of year. Everything was going well until one day, you noticed the skin on your face wrinkling.

The magic had backfired or it had been using your energy all this while and now that you no longer practised the dark arts, your energy was at an all-time low. In hopes of replenishing it, you cast a spell the old witch had taught you years ago but it made you much worse. Your skin had turned all shaggy and wrinkled, and your bones weaker as if you had aged. But this couldn't be happening right? Or did it really?

Covering yourself with a jacket, you seek out your lover who seemed to be found nowhere else until you hear his voice, small and fragile in the corner of the living room. The moonlight shone brightly through the window and there he was, hiding from its radiance. He looked scared, crouching in the corner and touching something on his head that was growing out of it. Were those horns that he had grown? Oh no, what have you done to him?

"San-a? Are you okay?" You tried to console him but the moment you drew closer and he looked at your face, you were pushed to the ground and your vision faded out.

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theyungihven · 10 months ago

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Truth Or Dare ⁉️ ⁕ Hongjoong

HALLOWEEN EVENT

☆ pairing: hongjoong as Dracula x Human? Reader

☆ genre: mystery, fantasy, horror,

☆ warnings: mentions of blood, sacrifice, vampires and ghosts

☆ word count: 2.1k+

☆ synopsis : You and your friends dare to spend a night at the infamous Dracula's Castle but things go astray as one by one everyone goes missing and you come across the man rumoured to be Dracula.

“You gotta do this!” You hear your friends yell or more like discuss something in the secret hideout.

The hideout is an abandoned laboratory where you sometimes work on illegal stuff. The discussions take place every day here where everyone in your friend group (it's just 2 people) gather to share about the current news (conspiracy theories) and rumours they heard around the town while you are busy building your prototype.

“Bro, I don't wanna die too early. First, fucking global warming, now this shit? Nah I'm out!” Claire shouts as she bangs the old lunch table discarded in the room. Well that's Claire, one of you two friends, being herself. You smile at her humour which strangely manages to entertain you.

“But they offered a reward of 250 grand, if we spend a night there and return alive.” You listen keenly to Kevin who explains the plan before you to decide to jump into their conversation. He's obviously got a strategy if he's pitching the idea, doesn't he? He has to!

“Alive? The fuck is going on there?” Claire yells in terror as it laces her body manifesting itself in her tone which shivers and shrieks.

“Rumour says, it's Dracula, who was sleeping till last month in the villa.” Kevin whispers loudly as if he intended you to hear on their spill the tea session.

“Which shithead woke him up, for fuckssake?” Claire huffs and pushes back her chair. You hear the screeching of the rusty metal and make a note to check their safety because you don't want anyone to break their bones from falling off that thing.

“Someone from med school. They're missing apparently.” Kevin slurs his sentence as if he's making things up or masking up the important details. Cheeky little Bastard who's always up to something. Probably some anatomy geek must have gotten all curious to see Dracula in the flesh and fainted in there or lost his way.

“And now, we're going there to feed him?" Claire shrieks, whose voice sounds like a scared five year old upon seeing a clown which she is to be honest.

“No, obviously! To show whoever is hiding in there, that they cannot hide for long.” Kevin's sentence catches your attention and you think whether to join them or wait and hear more. Of course, you choose the latter.

“So... we're going to expose them?”Claire asks excitedly as if in hopes of going on a ghost hunting mission. They are her time passing activities and the ghost files is her favourite show. “What if it's a cannibal or serial killer?”

“Can you speak positively for once, Claire?” Kevin shrugs, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Sorry.” Claire says softly and the conversation stills, creating an awkward silence in the room.

You finally decide to interrupt as you pull your chair to their table and make yourself comfortable on it. “So, what's the plan?” You say, chewing the strawberry flavoured gum and reading the expressions on their faces.

“See who finally decided to pay attention?” Kevin mocks you and you roll your eyes at his statement.

“Does the area have connectivity? Comms? Anything?” You ask him, because he certainly has some information on this if he's even mentioning the topic but he has a tendency to hide things till after the disaster is done.

“Nope everything's dead. There's a strong magnetic field apparently…” He trails on his words, again and clicks his tongue.

“What in the Stranger Things?” Claire wonders with her mouth hanging open.

“Shut up Claire! You’re watching too much science fiction.” Kevin yells at her, sending a stern glare at Claire who turns her head down with a frown on her lips.

“We gotta do it the pirate way.” you suggest calmly, leaning back on the chair and folding your arms.

“Pirates?” Claire asks, raising her eyebrow and leaning forward with enthusiasm.

“I forgot you had pirate blood for a minute.” adds Kevin and Claire acknowledges the fact with ahh.

“So, if we don't have comms, drones and walkies aren't gonna work. We gotta get flares and some type of marker to make a path for entry and exits.” You say looking at the table and your friends exchange looks.

“A blueprint of the place!” Claire exclaims as if she has figured out the answers to one of the world's unsolvable riddles.

“It's not your fucking aunts house!” Kevin says loudly, giving Claire the ‘I'll murder you’ eyes.

“Yeah he's right. But the villa is not that big to get lost.” You mumble, moving forward and setting your arms on the table.

“How do you know that?” Kevin gives you the sceptical look as if you're a notorious criminal with disgusting crimes.

“It was once our family property, that was a long time tho. Some feud happened and we lost it.” You confess and their faces have the funniest expression you've ever seen. Confused, surprised and wtf?

“You have a map?” Kevin yells in your ear and you retort meters away, squeezing your eyes close due to the pain.

“Kinda, it's a tracing, rather than a map.” you say, rubbing your ear and a flicker of hope lights up on Kevin's face.

“Atleast, we have something.” Claire mumbles as she shares a smile.

“Be at my house at 7, we'll discuss stuff there. That's it for now.”

***

“Listen, the Manor has two exits.” You explain, spreading out the old one dimensional tracing of the Manor and its illustrations.

“Didn't you say it was a villa?” Claire says, setting her hands on her waist as she stares at the floor plan.

“Can we kick her out?” Kevin suggests and the idea doesn't sound bad considering her level headed ass.

“It's dangerously close to Yes, but what if I get bored? We'll need her.” You trail, spreading out the second floor plan of the Manor.

“Fair. So, Claire, just shut your mouth and listen. No speaking over someone.” Kevin says and shushes Claire who pouts, giving him the puppy eyes.

“Okay so the first exit is at the front, obviously for the people and the second is at the back for the goods.” You say with your finger tracing the main gate of the Manor and then the back gate.

“Ohhhhhh!” Claire coos, and Kevin giggles at her reaction while he gets ready to smack her on head.

“Yeah. Shut your mouth before a fly lands in there. Anyways, moving on!” You say, thinking about your next sentence and Claire slaps her hand to her mouth.

“Are we dividing up and going from two exits?” Kevin asks, and you look up at him, eyes diverting themselves from the map and landing on his face.

“Yes, you read my mind. You two will go from the front door to distract whatever is in there and I'll go with someone else from the back.”

“Is this someone else, late to the meeting?”

“Hey there!” A voice says and it is followed by the garage door smashing open with a thud, “Sorry I had soccer practice.” Yunho, your arch nemesis on friendly terms, says and shares an awkward smile.

“This is my neighbour, yunho.” You introduce him and drag him by his arm to make his tall ass body stand next to yours.

“Hello, very nice to meet you.” He waves at your friends with a bright smile and Claire gives him heart eyes at which you cringe.

“You both are polar opposites!” Kevin comments and you feel heating rising on your cheeks.

“We get that a lot!” You and Yunho say at the same time only to meet each other's eyes the next second and shy away.

“What did I miss?” Yunho says after clearing his throat as he glances in your direction. His golden blond hair falls over eyes and you observe the way his gaze flickers from your face and back to map.

“Whatever I said to you, last night.” You say, finding something to stare at besides his brooding figure.

“Okay then, I'm saved I guess!” Yunho says as he nervously chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“The next phase of the plan is when I signal you, we move to the first floor. The highest is the second floor which has a library in the attic.” You say and it excites something in Yunho judging by the creepy smirk on his lips.

“Attics scare me!” Claire says, her voice shrieking with fear of the darkness.

“What doesn't scare you Claire?” Kevin says in a monotone as he turns his head in her direction.

“Him!” Claire points in Yunho's direction at which you can't help but sigh.

“Flirt somewhere else, lovebirds. We got shit to do.” You roll your eyes then go back to thinking about what to say next.

“How are you going to communicate?” Yunho asks, giving you his starry puppy eyes and you can't help but gulp nervously. What is he even trying to do?

“Well, I have a perfect device for that.” You say, distracting yourself from the tall and beautiful blonde beside you with a bright ass smile.

“Where?” Claire asks as if she's looking for something and fails to find it.

“Our friendship bracelets. They work with a higher bandwidth of 7GHz.” You say, pointing at the bracelet on Claire's wrist.

“7g WiFi?” Claire exclaims and you hear an audible sigh from Kevin, at which Yunho giggles and earns a glare.

“Yeah kinda like that.....i guess.” you mumble under your breath.

“Yunho doesn't have one, though?” Someone asks while your mind pulls you in a trance and you start to zone out.

“He does.” You say, almost mumbles as you start to slip into the fever dream.

“He DOES?” They yell.

AT THE MANOR

“You know what to do. On the signal, disperse. It's two taps, distinct and repeating 3 times. If anything goes down, the distress signal is continuous tapping. Light the flare ONLY if its a fucking emergency, and if we need to abort the mission.” You yell as low as possible while they listen to you attentively.

“Yes sir!” Everyone shouts, tightening the strap of their backpack of supplies.

“Remember to mark your way up to the second floor. People get lost there.” You say and everyone exchanges confused looks. “It's a spell.” You remind them and they nod their heads. “Now, go. Meet you at the library!”

According to the plan, you and Yunho go through the back gate while Claire and Kevin from the front gate. The sound of the rusted iron screeching when Kevin pushes the gate echoes around the Manor and you curse under your breath.

The way up to the first floor had been easy, then after the signal from the other team gave clearance, you decided to head to the second floor alone bidding Yunho a goodbye. It had been strange for a while, walking down the eerie, empty hallway with the feeling of something watching you the whole time.

You stand in the middle of the never ending hallway, a ghostly whisper greets your ear and sends shivers down your spine.

What in the fucking hell??

There's a ghostly touch on your arm, ice cold as it traces its finger down your warm skin. When you turn to face the monster, there's no one behind you. Then you feel it, a looming shadow over your shoulder but when you turn again, it's gone.

So, you walk on because standing still is more dangerous. You choose to run when you see a pale face in the middle of the corridor grinning wildly at you which sends terror down your body. Your heart beats at an amazing speed as your breath shortens, adrenaline running through your body which initiates the flight mechanism because there is no way you're dealing with that demonic thing in this haunted mansion.

“I've been searching for you for so long.” A voice echoes in the hallway or is it your brain playing tricks on you. Luckily you find the stairway leading to the second floor and run towards it but things take a turn when you realise, it is a trap.

“I thought you were a smart girl.” The sinister voice echoes in your mind again as you walk away from the door that shut itself only to bump into something hard. Turning around you come to see the very pale face you had seen in the hallway but very clearly now.

The man stands in front of you in his full glory, the navy uniform and wounds from the battle still decorating his lifeless body. “You traitor!” You feel a sharp pain in your chest and you look down to see a dagger pressed to your heart. “You'll repay the blood we shed that night, you vampire.” Everything goes black when he twists the knife and the last thing you see is a scared yunho trying to save you.

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theyungihven · 10 months ago

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misunderstood ⁕ san

HALLOWEEN EVENT

☆ pairing: demon san x human female reader

☆ genre: mystery, fantasy, horror, smut

☆ warnings: mentions of blood, sacrifice, death and themes of faith and religion

☆ word count: 1.7k+

☆ synopsis : as per the head of the church, you're to be crucified on the full moon night to the lord for your sins, about whom he is aware of and shall not be disclosed. But turns out, you're sacrificed to a demon who can save your town from the famine.

As the hour of midnight advances and the church bell strikes 4 big strong tolls, which echo in the barren streets of the town.

The fog encloses the land beneath your feet, which are hung in the air while your drooly eyes find it hard to stay open due to lethargy from being tied to a board of wood severely in the air.

Your clothes are merely a thin fabric, now translucent as the wet cloth sticks to your body, tracing its curves. You are sure it is the moisture from the cooking storm in the sea but could it be so? Or did the lord decide to lay mercy on his poor devotee?

Pain surges through your body as your skin aches under the tight grip of the ropes which hold you intact against the upside-down cross.

The full moon glimmers on the horizon, as the dark waters reflecting its light make the night romantic for the lovey-dovey couples to feast upon its glamorous view. You notice the giant orb in the sky is husky, comically similar to orange as if made out of the very dirt under your feet.

A strange warmth creeps under your skin, as a touch very foreign graces the supple skin of your waist. It advances, tracing the curve of your spine. You gasp when it presses down a certain spot on your neck. There is something in the stranger's touch, which excites your body as heat coils in the pit of your stomach and your core clenches against nothing.

His faint breathing grows louder as he curls his arm around your waist. It is ever so mesmerising than the tide crashing up against on the shore. Meanwhile something thick and wet, perhaps his tongue, stripes up against your neck as it bathes in the very essence of you.

“I've been granted beauty this time.” The creature whispers in a low growl as his warm breath tickles your neck while his touch still lingers on it. “How desperate are your people to sacrifice their finest sheep?” He says as his hoarse voice echoes in the quiet of the night.

You fail to sight a single one of your folk as if they are aware of tonight's happenings and went early to their peaceful slumbers. Pathetic!

You come to reflect on the creature's words and think how desperate your people are or perhaps were to sacrifice their own blood, to a deity linked with evil and destruction. Yet your heart yearns to save them from the misery caused by the curse because however cruel they may be, one's family is always dear to them.

Nevertheless here you are, bound to a cross on the edge of the cliff you once looked down in your hay years of pure joy and took in the breathtaking view of the shore below it.

The creature finally decides to grace you with the sight of his face instead of lurking behind you. He hovers in the air in front of you as he arches his eyebrows, mimicking a thinking face the Townheads make when trying to understand an abstract piece of art.

You take in his peculiar features which consist of two goat-like horns emerging from on his forehead and curl slightly above the tip of his ears. His sharp nose and facial structure are similar to the men of those French colonies whom your mother considers to be well-bred and brought up.

Certainly, if your mother would have gotten sight of him, her condition might have been less distraught.

“Do you hate them?” He asks in a much heavy tone as if your next word decides whether your town burns down or not.

“Who?” You ask with concern laced in your voice as you find yourself in confusion about whom he is inquiring.

“Your people.” He mutters rolling his eyes with utter disgust, as if your people burned his entire family alive.

“Kind of…” you trail, pulling your lips into a thin line. He decides to advance forward, to proximity enough to consider you both passionate lovers however there is nothing but pure concern and curiosity on his face.

“Why?” He says with something in his voice that you cannot quite understand.

“They call me the devil's child.” You scoff, lowering your eyes because you were unable to look into his hazy ones for too long.

“I do not see why though.” His whisper is low, cold and almost inaudible but you hear him as if you're obliged to.

“It is because…” you take in deep breath “I think differently and go against their ideas.” You answer, raising your gaze and attempting to meet his dark one, again.

“I see… a wild one. I like that. You are to come with me.” He traces his index fingers against your cheeks as he draws a straight line with his sharpened nail and it draws blood at which he mumbles a little oops.

“Where?” You whimper out as panic laces your being in sheer terror of the creature in front of you and the unholy things he might do to you. “I want to go back.” You attempt to shout with all of your willpower but all that comes out is a tiny voice.

“Don't they hate you? You're dead anyway.” He turns away, facing the dark waters and talking in the cold breeze brushing against his half-naked body.

It takes a few minutes for his words to make sense and the dam bursts. “This cannot be...I cannot be dead. I'm alive in my flesh and body.” You shake your head frantically in disbelief.

“That is because I forbid you to see your dead body.”

“But…” you are left speechless at his words.

“I hear no buts.” He turns around and decides to share a glare which sends shivers down your spine. “Oh dear saviour, lucifer! Why do you have to give me this headache” The demon presses his forehead against his palm in distress as he walks around the place.

“Excuse me, sir! Or whatever you creatures use, I don't wish to be with you.” You scream at him and he cares to spare you a glance. There is rage burning inside you as its warmth spreads all over your body.

“It is not your choice anymore. You're tied to me now and I must take you with me in an exchange for whatever they ask me for.” He says roughly, working on the ropes tied across your wrist to bind you with the upside-down cross. “After all, they framed you as a sinner.”

“Bastards. Hope the great Lord of the heavens and the Earth punishes them.” You curse under your breath and you sense him shivering against your skin for a second.

Is he scared of the lord or is it you?

“Yes he will,” he mumbles softly, with his breath hitching, “and he shall because, they killed a young girl instead of keeping patience and begging the Lord for mercy.” His tone makes you gulp hardly as the anger in his tone resonates in your body.

“Do you think it their fault?” You whisper, still afraid of his tone a few minutes ago.

“The head of the church, he has sinned, in the eye of the lord and he is very angry with him.” He says, without any emotions but with a subtle vengeance and unties the last strand of the rope.

You are free now, from the hold of your accusations and your family. But, it feels so strange. Perhaps, it is true, freedom indeed makes you feel awry and discontent. “You cannot help my people?” You plead with him and he does nothing but returns a stern glare as you tug on his hand.

“What am I? Your chaperone?” He yells, drawing back his hand from your hold and starts walking away.

“Aren't you supposed to take care of me?" Your words stop him in his tracks and he turns back to give you a confusing look.

“And that includes, saving your dumb folk?” He chuckles as if mocking your innocence or your whole being.

“Yes, I suppose.” You blurt out, concerned about your people’s lives that you are arrogant enough to avoid your well-being.

“Listen, my love,” He leans in, caressing your cheeks as a ghostly whisper leaves his lips, “you should be grateful they didn't burn you alive and left you untouched for me. For I can take pleasure in ruining your innocence.” His mere presence captivates your essence and you are lost staring at him as if he's one of the wonders of the world, stunned and speechless.

“I asked them to!” Your head falls in dismay as guilt stings in your heart, aching it oh so badly.

“Come at me again?” He questions you as if he didn't receive the invitation yet.

“I asked them.” Your voice breaks as your legs give up and you fall on your knees in front of him, “to be the bait, for I am the sinner.” Tears spill out your eyes, running down your chin as if the walls of a dam have been opened and the water trapped for a century has been let out to flow on its own will.

“Oh dearest, I assure you. You are pure as the forbidden fruit, which hasn’t been touched before. Before...someone was tempted to touch it.” He comforts you in his arms, rubbing your back like a mother caresses her child with love and lulls him to a peaceful slumber.

“Am I tempting you, sir?” Your voice is frail, as frail as a young calf at birth which shivers and fails to stand on its own feet.

“Yes, my darling! You are tempting me to live up to my folk's reputation, but for the time being, I shall not give into it. As I want you to watch that sinner burn on the land, where your body lays. Then worship your holy being under the very moonlight your soul was bound to mine.”

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theyungihven · 10 months ago

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stranger danger ⁕ seonghwa

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

☆ pairing: vampire seonghwa x human reader

☆ genre: mystery, fantasy

☆ warnings: mentions of blood

☆ word count: 1.0k+

☆ synopsis : On the night of the harvest party, when the moon is high in the sky, the last thing you wanna see is your senior crush dressed up as Dracula walking up to your with a glass of red wine in his gloved hands.

The harvest party which is held annually by your school, is an event of socialites who post every breathing second of their life online and then complain about their non-existent privacy.

Surely, it is not an event relevant to you but after you heard one of the popular girls say the seniors are going to be there, especially the student council head, there wasn’t a reason left for staying back.

Hwa or Park as his mates call him, is the student council head whose title draws unwanted attention and crushes, but considering that handsome face of his, he deserves every bit of it.

His dark hair and strong facial structure paired with his dark persona are major factors drawing the attention of every soul in your school. No wonder he was voted the most good-looking senior during the homecoming.

Now, enough of spilling tea about your crush.

The night dawns upon the city which lights up in shades of red and orange as it celebrates the very spirit of Halloween while some, the festival of harvest.

A glimmering orange object greets the dark sky of the city with its appearance after almost 100 years and spreads an eerie vibe across the streets. The harvest moon, unveiling itself like a shy bride after ages that even your grandmother remembers sighting it when she was too little.

You rush to pretty up yourself for the event and stumble upon your costume placed on the mirror’s wooden frame. Your fingers brush against the blue jacket’s soft material, imagining yourself in it tonight, at the party with your freshly dyed ginger hair.

‘I’ll look ridiculous!’ you think as you pull it off the mirror frame and place it on your bed.

You wonder how your friends will react to you dressing as Max from the famous Netflix Show Stranger Things. Sure, she is one of your favourite characters but the ginger hair looks a bit odd against your skin.

You push your overwhelming negative thoughts away and rush to the bathroom with your makeup supplies in a hurry. The event starts at 8 pm after sunset and the sky looks pretty dark from your bathroom vent so you rush with the bath and dry yourself up before jumping in a bathrobe and starting your makeup.

You start with straightening your ginger hair and tying it into a loose ponytail that falls on your shoulders then with light makeup to fill your orange eyebrows and blush your cheeks. Next comes the impossible task of putting in the blue contacts which you fail at so you have to ask your mom to help since your only sibling is out of town for their college.

The last and final task is putting on the outfit, the easiest and you get it done in 10 mins. Phew! For the final check, you look in the mirror one last time and head out with your vintage earphones across your neck and a cassette player in your hands playing Running up that Hill.

The party is a hit, obviously, with many recognizable faces from your school and town, including some passed out alumni who have come back for a get-to-together this fall. Most prone to attention as always is a tall boy, whose face you fail to see due to the sheer lace mask covering it.

He’s dressed in a black outfit consisting of a waistcoat upon a white ruffled blouse and with a long cape falling down his shoulder till his knees which saves him from the chilling air of the evening. It reminds you of Dracula, the infamous vampire.

As time passes, you exchange hundreds of glances with the vampire throughout the evening, most of which you shy away from due to heat coiling in your stomach from the intensity of his stares. His crimson orbs shine reflect the bright light of the bonfire burning across him under whose warmth you both stand without freezing in the cold of the night.

He advances forward, with his gaze fixed in your direction or perhaps on your figure. With small, soft steps he grows closer to you and finally graces your company. He raises his glass, slightly bowing his head as he introduces himself as Dracula, but you are familiar with every inch of his existence and guessed his real identity within seconds of smelling his cologne.

It is no surprise, the school president, the infamous Park Seonghwa is standing beside you but something about him or maybe his energy sends chills down your spine. Something, which screams you to RUN!!

You don’t, and he asks, “trick or treat?”, to which you answer to treat and he offers you his glass of wine. You happily drink without refusing because you simply didn’t dare to decline your crush’s request.

“I hope you’re in for a treat tonight.” His soft voice whispering as his hot flutters against your ear is the last thing you hear before your head twirls in a circle and you fall prey to the potion you drank only to wake up with bite marks on your neck and in your apartment bed with a note saying.

Trick or Treat?

your vampire crush

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