#clutches at my own wrist while my outstretched hand shakily tries to resist.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Okay okay. I'm going to ricochet on my blog a little bit today in the sense that I have like three different things that I want to talk about from three different medias uhm. First thing. I'm just gonna say it now and I'm trying to think of it from an outside perspective because me saying this I'm being so silly over it but from an outside perspective it's like. Yeah okay. Anywho uhm. So apperently. D.octor Who has two hearts and. Therefor two heart beats. And for some reason my first thought was "oh hey that's nice" and not. Some sort of shock or anything. I'm not even the type of person that goes all out with like yknow. Looking up those videos of a heartbeat and sticking it under your pillow and laying your head on it and being all relaxed like that like youre laying on someones chest so I don't know why the guy running in doubletime is catching my interest with it. Maybe it's because it actually we actually hear it? And so it didn't like. Hhhhururhrht. It's one of those things that on paper you just shrug your shoulders at and then it happens and you're like OH!! OHHH...!! Yknow it's like yeah sure whatever getting flowers, that's cheesy I want something more and then it happens and you're like WHAT? THE HELL????? FLOEERS? FOR ME?!?(or something like that. Just something as a comparison I don't know.) And. Why do I have several.things to say about this

[euphoricsunflowers]

lover — lee hoseok/wonho

chapter i: mine

a/n: ahhh i’m sorry it’s been so long since i last posted something!! please enjoy the first part of this series!! gif is mine!

word count: 2.6k

content: sub!wonho, dom!fem!reader, vampire!reader, human!wonho, dumbification, lots of biting, calling him ‘pet’, hypnokink, it’s not explicitly non-consentual but because of the hypno aspect of it please do be warned!! no smut in this chapter <33

summary: saved from the clutches of another vampire, hoseok, under the spell-like influence of her presence, gives away his everything.

he’s running out of breath, using the dense trees and his own strength, which is pretty high for a human, to keep him pushing on forward, but even still, there’s a voice in the back of his head that knows this is futile, that he’ll be caught anyway. he’s only managed to outmaneuver who, or what, was chasing him because of sheer luck, and his luck is about to run out, he can feel it.

he wonders if he’s just being toyed with, if they’re staying just far enough back to make sure he doesn’t lose hope, to keep running from them for as long as he possibly can.

he wonders how he even got here, why he was even singled out by this creature on purpose. he was just on a run to the store for snacks, he didn’t provoke them at all. he’s always kept his head down, hoping if he just kept his distance and never gave the beasts that live just outside of the city problems, he would be fine.

that clearly isn’t the case.

as he’s losing his ability to keep running, he searches for another route to escape capture. he tries to find a spot to hide, but every time his eyes find one, his brain says that’s not good enough, he’ll definitely be found out. and he knows he can’t just keep running because he knows he’s not gonna outrun whatever is chasing him.

he makes the decision to stop and to stand his ground, hesitantly turning back to face the general direction he was running from, when a creature slowly emerges from the darkness, “so you’ve stopped running from me. that’s very interesting,” the voice is raspy, heavy, and, combined with the dark atmosphere, it gives wonho shivers, “is it mercy that you want?”

words fail him momentarily, even as the beast approaches closer, he hesitantly steps back, moonlight gleaming in his fearful eyes, “yes,” he whispers, “please.”

they take another step closer to him, and he steps back, getting a somewhat better view of its face, and hoseok’s blood runs cold, “you were quite distracting, you know.”

“you’re a-“ the word is left on his tongue, his mind refusing to accept that he’s been chased by a vampire. an actual vampire, “i’m sorry for bothering you, please let me go, i have friends and family to go back to.”

the vampire laughs heartily, cracking a dark smile once they were finished, “sweetheart, we’re well past that,” he already knew that, but he was still holding onto hope that he could just go home. the vampire finally touches him, pulling him by his shoulder closer, and he stumbles before his neck is in direct proximity to the vampire's teeth, “oh, i can’t wait to drink all of your sweet blood, you smell absolutely delectable.”

his heart pounds in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins, get he can’t find it in himself to do anything but freeze up. he’s terrified beyond belief, and he just wants to go home.

and then, he’s let go. he falls back on his butt against the dirt and the fallen leaves, and looks up to someone in front of him having pushed the vampire away, “oh, it’s you? you’re protecting the human? cute,” the vampire says.

wonho's stomach churns when they open their mouth and he sees those teeth that terrify him to his core, and he learns that the one who saved him is also a blood-sucking beast; he really can’t seem to catch a break, “you still owe me for what you did,” they say, “and i think this human’s life will be just another thing i’ll take away from you for that.”

“it’s been centuries! i apologized for that!” the first vampire cries, “you can’t hold a grudge forever, y/n.”

y/n. that was his savior's name.

“watch me, minhyuk,” you say callously, and hoseok’s breath hitches when you look back at him, sharp eyes gazing into his soul like he was nothing but a little deer in headlights, “have a good evening, puppy boy. until next time,” you shout while staring directly through hoseok, he feels like he might just evaporate under your stare.

the one named minhyuk groans, but he disappears in a millisecond, leaving nothing in his trace but a gust of wind and a few rose petals. you turn to face hoseok, and his heart might as well have stopped for a minute, your gaze strong and intense and overwhelming and nothing in his body can look away.

“now, what do i do with you?” you wonder aloud, and he immediately snaps out of his daze, pleas for mercy and his life falling past his lips desperately, “alright, darling, you’ve said your peace,” he blushes when you call him such an endearing pet name. you reach out your hand, using your finger to pull his chin up and force him to really look at you. everything goes blank in his head, every thought and every fear, all of his mind dissipates into thin air, “how about you be mine?”

the wheels in his head refuse to spin anymore, he just sits there, soft and harmless and docile. he nods dumbly. his breath is shaky as you extend your hand to help him up to his feet, your touch is both cold and warm.

“tell me your name,” you practically commanded.

“hoseok,” he says, without even thinking about it. he’s not really thinking about much as you lead him away,

“my name is hoseok. you can also call me wonho, that’s what my friends call me. what- uhm, whatever you want.”

his softness and sincerity make a certain warmness fill your chest, it’s odd, but it’s not a feeling you hate. it’s almost nice. he looks so sweet and innocent, so warm and full of love and your eyes gravitate toward his neck, noticing his pulse without even having to touch his neck, he looks so adorable, so vulnerable. your presence commanding yet calming and in the docile state he’s in, he’d bare his neck to you in an instant if you asked him to.

and as you lead him to your residence, a mansion so far into the forest, leading him inside, into your room, you plan to do so, “sweetheart,” you mumble, and his head perks up, “may i take you?”

“wha- what?”

you come closer, and while he doesn’t make an effort to back away, he’s stiff under your touch, “i’m hungry, dear. i need you.”

his eyes widen, but the daze induced by your being and presence makes him want to please you, and while the fear still settles in his eyes and in his shaky movements, he allows you to lead him to your bed and to climb on top of him.

you lift his hand, holding it in yours, “oh, my cute little human,” you purr as he freezes in fear when your teeth just barely meet his wrist, grazing the skin as you stare endlessly into his eyes, “you look absolutely delectable,” you press a kiss to his wrist, feeling him tremble in your grasp, he looks terrified, “darling relax, please,” you murmur softly.

he’s so under your control that even if he can’t seem to make himself calm down, the second you said it, his muscles relax. his body feels heavier and soothed by your voice.

you seem pleased, pressing more kisses to his wrist before you finally sink your teeth in, and he whimpers but doesn’t resist you at all, keeping his arm outstretched as you practically stare into his soul as you suck his blood. he tastes incredible, the scent of blood overtaking your mind and instincts overpowering your senses.

you force yourself to finish almost as quickly as you began, unsatisfied but still aware of what you were trying to do, “spread your legs,” you order, and once again his body obeys, legs moving apart as his eyes watch you half-lidded. you reposition yourself between his thighs, pressing kisses to the inside of one of his thighs. he shivers, trembles, and slightly huffs under his breath from the ticklish feeling, “are you nervous, my pet?”

there’s a voice in the back of his head that pridefully refutes being called your pet, but it’s faint and it’s honestly not even true at this point, “a little,” he whispers, and you smile when you hear his voice. he’s on the shyer and quieter side, and the poor thing seems so scared.

“oh darling,” you murmur, your teeth so close to piercing his skin he can almost feel the sharp pain incoming, “you’ve given yourself over to me, haven’t you?”

he’s aware of the situation, your head between his thighs, he’d be lying if his dazed and impressionable little mind didn’t notice how sexual this bite feels. he feels so bare and vulnerable, but he also feels the way your gaze leaves him the most exposed and your touch has him reeling and your kisses make his body excited, electrified even.

he nods shakily, nervously, “my blood is yours. take as much as you want,” he weakly tries to reach out his hand to yours, but all he can do is briefly brush your fingertips, “i mean- please don’t kill me- but i’m- i’m yours now.”

his sweet sincerity pokes at you once again, losing control of yourself for a moment at how cute he looked, scared but still so soft and pretty, “i'm not going to kill you, pretty thing, i promise,” your teeth finally pierce the skin of his inner thigh, and his legs instinctively try to close at the pain but you keep them open, a hand on one while you bite the other, dragging helpless moans of pain out of him, sucking even more blood until you can tell it’s really affecting him physically, and then you stop, licking and sucking on the wound until the bleeding stops, “oh, my sweet pet, you taste like pure heaven.”

he’s becoming even more dazed and tired, you can see it in his eyes, “p-please,” he groans, but what is he begging for? he’s not going to ask you to stop, he can’t do that, “please, please,” he keeps pleading vaguely.

“please what, little thing?” you say as you press sweet kisses up his leg, moving up to his hip, his abdomen, his chest, and finally settling near his right collarbone. for him, it’s weird to hear himself be called ‘little’ when he’s as muscular as he is, but compared to the energy that just oozes out of you, he feels like absolutely nothing, so, so small.

“how much longer- uh, longer are you going to keep going? how many more bites do i have to endure?” he breathes, pain and weakness becoming so overwhelming he might just drown in it, “my head- my head is- i feel so lightheaded.”

“you sound so pretty when you whimper,” you mumble against his skin, “i want to bite you again and again, you’re the prettiest when you’re in pain.”

he whines, wanting to hold you against him (because no matter how much he tries, it feels amazing to be bit by you) but he’s too frail right now to even lift his arm, sitting still and docile as you puncture right below the collarbone, and he cries weakly. you take more blood and he feels himself become even more weak and fragile and frail, the lightheaded feeling becoming more intense, it’s harder to stay awake, it’s harder to keep himself sitting upright, he feels like his whole body would just collapse if he had to stand right now.

you reach out to hold his head in your hands, gazing into his eyes as he weakly tries to meet your gaze,

“one more, sweet thing, one more,” he feels like you might just kill him, this was all just some elaborate act to kill him in a painful and oddly sensual way. your touch has been soothing this whole time, and he craves to feel your hands all up on him more, “let me take just a little more of you.”

he nods faintly, and that’s when you simply lean in to kiss him. he tries to kiss back, he really does, but the kiss is mostly your movements, your taste, your dominance that’s easily overpowering him completely.

you pull on his bottom lip, digging in your teeth slightly, as gently and minorly as possible, just to drag one last cry of beautiful pain out of him and taking just a few more drops of blood before the taste of blood is the taste your kiss, and it doesn’t escape him even after you’ve pulled away from his lips, pressing kisses and dragging your teeth against his jaw.

“please,” his voice is weak, just like the rest of him, as he cries out his pleas to you, “i can’t physically give you more of me, please just: a few hours to recover, that’s all i’ll ask of you.”

“that’s alright, darling,” you say, grabbing his hand and raising it to your lips to press a kiss to his knuckle, he shivers in fear, “take your time, my little human, i’ll have a servant bring you some food and water for you, alright?”

he’s left alone to fall into the drowsiness that envelops him, falling deeply asleep for hours on end. his sleep is dreamless, but a voice fills his head, one like yours, not saying anything that sticks out to him, just sweet little nothings that make him feel so comfortable and peaceful in that bed of yours.

he’s woken up once it’s fallen dark outside and with his wrist, thigh, and chest taken care of and patched up. his body still aches and he still feels faint and lightheaded even as he lays still, but he’s warm and comfortable in the sheets of the bed and the safety his soul feels is worth every last aching part of him. his head is still cloudy and foggy, memories all fading together as he tries to to piece together any memories besides the sweet pain that he remembers yoy inflicting on him. water and food are placed at the side table beside the bed for him, and the small little human servant disappears a moment after.

wonho faintly hears mumbling on the other side of the door that he can barely make out, “so the big boss brought home a human?”

“it seems so. she seemed almost giddy after she had her fun with him. i wonder why she didn’t just suck all of his blood and kill him, that seems like a thousand times easier.”

“yeah, that would have been a lot easier,” they stop for a second, before continuing, “she kept going on and on about how cute he was, how he ‘trembled under her but still let her do whatever she pleased’. it was weird seeing her like that.”

“i know she can manipulate and control others easily, like i know that’s her thing, but i wonder what kind of hold he’s got on her too,” and then the voices become too far away for hoseok to hear, and he’s left to wonder, now that his head feels just a bit clearer, what he’s gotten himself into and why he longs to be under her spell even more.

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