#geumhyuk x reader

[miagwynwrites]

Genre: smut

Pairings: lee geumhyuk x female reader

A/N: I really wanna write for vav again but I suck at this fic stuff but I crave this man omg so here’s a lil thingy hehe EDIT: THIS WAS EMBARRASSING TO WRITE I AM GIGGLING :3 🦬

The room was loud with the noises of your breathing and skin against skin. Your thighs pushed against your stomach as your husband pounded into you like a jackhammer through concrete. It felt like slow motion, the way his cock rammed inside you kissing your cervix and pulling away leaving you wanting more, feeling every inch of his cock push and pull around your cunt.

“My pretty flower.” Geumhyuk moaned softly as he tore up your guts. “You’re so so gorgeous like this. Such a good girl for me.” Your eyes rolled back at the praise as your hands grabbed the sheets on either side of you. Geumhyuk pushed your thighs closer to your stomach with each stroke. It was getting harder to breathe so after letting him know he let you lower your legs. “Sorry, I got a little carried away you just look so cute and breedable with your legs above your head I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Geummie baby,” you choked out your legs feeling limp against his thighs. He rested both his hands on either side of your head his body above you, his beautiful brown eyes piercing through you. “I love you so much oh god.” You blurted out feeling your orgasm drawing near.

“I love you too y/n, I wanna fill you up so full of my seed. I want you to carry my babies oh you’d look so beautiful with a big round belly. Just knowing that I made you a mother would drive me crazy. Baby I could fill you so full of cum and you’d take all of it. I know you would you always do. You’re such a good girl, you’d be an amazing mother please let me fill you up.” At Geumhyuk’s request you felt your thighs start to shake. He slowed down his cock pushing inside you even more than you thought possible.

Geumhyuk’s hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead, his abs were sweating, his tattoos on his arms were shining. You grabbed his arms and squeezed digging your finger nails into his skin.

“You wanna mark me don’t you baby. Are you close? I can feel the way your cunt hugs my cock. Let’s cum together hmm? I wanna fill you up, wanna give you kids so bad.” As he sped up your thighs shook around him. Arching your back off the mattress you threw your head back onto the pillow. The thought of your husband cumming inside you without a condom and getting you pregnant just made your orgasm come closer and faster. He wanted you to be a mother? He wanted you to be full of his seed? Carry a baby inside you and become a mother? He really wanted to be a daddy? You had talked about this a lot as he was always bragging about how good of a mother you’d be but the thought driving him wild was so attractive to you. What he wanted and how he was going to do it.

You had stars in your eyes when he told you to look at him. Stars and hearts and glitter, jeez you were so so over the top, head over heels in love with your husband and you would do anything to make him happy and you knew full well he’d do the same. Geumhyuk’s thrusting slowed and became sloppy, his breath hitched, he leaned closer to you as he whispered all the things you loved to hear. About how much he loved your body no matter what size you were and how he couldn’t wait to dive in between your thighs just to make you cum over and over.

“My pretty wife and her pretty body and pretty pretty pussy.” He growled in your ear his lips now marking up your neck sucking and biting at the skin.

“Geummie I- I’m so close!” You squeaked. Your hands pulled away from his arms and ran through his hair. He smashed his lips into yours his thrusting speeding up again. You both moaned, his face buried in your neck. He pulled away and curses fell from his lips. You were both so close you just needed to push him over the edge. “Please Geummie baby, give me your babies please. I wanna feel your cum all the way inside me pretty please baby.” You choked out.

That was all he needed as you felt hot ropes shoot out coating your walls with his sticky yogurt. You both screamed, exchanging curse words. You came, your thigh shaking around Geumhyuk’s waist. Chanting “fuck” and “I love you” over and over as your cunt pulsed around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you as the last of his seed filled you up. Without even pulling out he collapsed on top of you his head falling against your soft breasts, his breathing tickled your nipples. Your hand came up to gently pet him on the head.

“Thank you y/n. Thank you for being my wife and just everything. I love you so much, you did such a good job my pretty flower.” You smiled and he rose up and when he pulled out the sounds that followed almost made you cum a second time. You wanted to sleep but your husband wasn’t done making you feel good. Wasting no time he pushed your thighs apart and dove down his tongue lapping up your juices like a thirsty dog. The way his tongue and teeth licked and pulled against you skin oh he was fully making out with your pussy lips and boy did it feel amazing. So amazing your thighs squeezed around him but he grunted before stopping.

“Keep them open for me pretty. I’m not done making my wifey feel good. You deserve to cum again don’t you think. Just close your eyes and Daddy will take care of you.” You hummed your hand reaching for the strands on his head. “Gonna make you feel so so good. I love you.” He hummed before his tongue disappeared inside your walls again.

[yeosangs-horizon]

[16:05] -> Tattoo

You winced in pain as the first traces of the needle began to dig into the sanitized and shaved portion of your leg. You felt a bit of tranquility once you felt your boyfriend squeeze your hand gently while caressing his palm over yours.

“Geumhyuk, how did you withstand all of this on your arm? Ack!” you winced in pain as the tattoo artist started to go over the lines he had made to your small bunny design. 

“Shh (Y/N) baby, it’ll be alright. You just kinda get used to the feeling, I’m here,” he soothed as he brought your hand gently to his lips and grazed over them with a gentle kiss. 

He let his fingers intertwine with yours as he stroked your hand with his thumb in a loving manner. You smiled at him with a tear dripping from your eye. You had extremely low pain tolerance but you had wanted this symbolic tattoo for years now. 

You winced in pain again as you felt the sharpness of the needles penetrate into the open wound filled with ink.

“Geumhyuk��” you whined as you buried your face into his arm. 

He leaned over and placed a kiss softly on your forehead while tilting your head up. 

“Baby it’s already over, look,” he guestered to your leg with your fresh new tattoo sitting upon it like a throne. 

You smiled happily and rubbed your eyes from any excess tears that you had. You had waited so long and endured the pain of it all. 

“It looks so beautiful, and it means so much to me. Gosh I-- I love it!” you exclaimed. You turned towards your boyfriend and added, “And thanks for helping me get through this, even though I may have looked like a wimp,” you trailed off.

Your cheeks flushed to colour as you leaned off the side of the tattooing bed and pecked him softly on his cheek. 

[veenussposts]

[ 03:08pm ] "Which one should I choose?"

Your eyes moved from one side to the other on the huge poster where each and every one of the flavors of bubble tea were found, among other things like coffee and some snacks.

"Taro or coconut?" You bit your lip when the line started to move because you still couldn't decide what to order. "But mint chocolate..." When you were in second place, the girl in front of you was small so you had a wide view of the counter and its employees.

The employees were normal, everyone wore the uniform correctly and didn't seem like anything out of this world ... until you looked at him. The little sign on his white shirt said "Geumhyuk". He was definitely not wearing the uniform like everyone else, his apron was only covering his hip and part of his legs while the sleeves of his shirt were folded in such a way that the large tattoo on his arm could be seen. His movements were fast and precise as he smiled at the client. He looked like a cool professional, a very handsome professional.

The sides of your lips rose in a smile as you saw Geumhyuk turn to you after he had delivered a large order to a group of friends.

"Welcome to Coco Fresh..." He began to say in a calm, confident voice until he looked you straight in the eye and began to hesitate. "W-what do you want to order?"

You raised an eyebrow and smiled even more as you saw a small blush take over his cheeks.

"I really don't know what to order so... I think I will choose a classic milk tea with full sugar and regular ice"

To be honest, Geumhyuk's brain had stopped working the moment he saw your smile. All his cool facade and confidence left him the moment your eyes made contact with his. His ears had stopped listening, completely ignoring your request, his brain was only focused on admiring the beauty of your smile and preventing his entire face from blushing.

"Sorry, I didn't listen" He said, embarrassed. "Can you repeat it?"

"I want a classic milk tea with full sugar and regular ice"

"Okay, give me a minute"

Occasionally Geumhyuk would stare at you, forgetting that he was working and that he had to finish your order. Occasionally, your gazes met and you smiled broadly, closing your eyes tenderly.

"Here is your order"

When you looked at your bubble tea, you realized that there were more pearls than normal. On top of that, a small chocolate chip bun was on the side of your order. When you looked at him with a confused expression, he smiled shyly and ducked his head, looking at the ground.

"On the house"

Your heart melted and you couldn't help but giggle, excited. You paid for your purchase and grabbed your things, feeling some butterflies flutter in your stomach.

You would definitely go back to Coco Fresh to see the cool and shy guy with the sleeve tattoo. And Geumhyuk would definitely wait for you to come back to order your bubble tea with full sugar and regular ice.

[itsakpopalypse]

Little Moments

St. Van/Lee Geumhyuk x Reader

Established relationship au

A/N It's fluff. Pure fluff. Self indulgent, fluffy fluff I am coughing up FUZZ rn. I'm sorry about this. No I'm not. This spiralled from that prompt generator.... so here it is.

Warnings: DISGUSTING AMOUNTS OF FLUFF I CANNOT EVEN TELL YOU. Small mention of difficulty conceiving.

“Careful!” You cried out through fits of giggles as Geumhyuk carried you bridal style through the doorway of your new home. It smelled of fresh paint and possibilities.  

His loud, beautiful laughter met your ears as he carried you down the small hallway , careful to avoid the doorway of your bedroom before placing you delicately among the linen sheets. 

“When would I ever drop you?” He asked with a pout, before attacking  your face with kisses.

All you could do was smile and press your lips sweetly to his when he reached that area of your face. 

“I never have,” He said solemnly, giving you a stern look to show he means business. “I never ever will. I’ll never let you down.”

“I know.” You responded, breathless with  bliss.

The love you felt was overwhelming. Exciting. Pure. You glanced at the ring on his large hand as he brushed your cheek, the new reality truly blinding in it’s joy. You wished for many years of moments like this.

 You wished for love.

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"Two eggs."  You called out to Geumhyuk from your perch on the counter, peaking over the harry potter cookbook at his well defined back as he hunched over into the fridge to pull out armfuls of necessary ingredients.  

"Got it!" He called as he raised back to his full height,  you grabbed a few of the items from him and placed them beside you on the counter so he could unload the rest of his bounty without scattering them. He leaned into your space and placed a kiss into the top of your hair affectionately before blinding you with his radiant smile.  "Now what,  perfect?" 

You giggled at his slip up.

"I think you meant Prefect?"  You correct,  setting the themed book aside as he placed himself between your swinging legs by spreading your knees a little wider.  He shook his head, sending the front of his hair into his eyes, it cast a shadow that brought mischief.  You knew that look, and bit your lip waiting for his next move.  

"No. I said what I said. You're perfect for me, and I'll never waste a perfectly good opportunity to tell you." 

Your nose scrunched but you were as flattered as he knew you'd be, the way he teased you always filled your stomach  with butterflies, even a year into living the married life. (Even if he was sometimes messy and forgot to close the shower curtain so the water didn't get everywhere)

No matter what,  his laugh (common and loud, bouncing down the halls of your shared homel) was your favorite song,  and even on the days when you bickered,  you always ended it with hugs and tender kisses,  sheets pulled up around your waist with his arms reeling you in towards his body for comfort.

"I love you." is the only thing you can think to reply, too giddy to think of anything else.

His hands trail up your arms to land at the base of your neck on either side,  pulling you in to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.  "I love you." 

You managed to untangle yourself from his grasp, hopping down and begin the actual baking, which was going well enough until he turned the hand mixer on high and flour went flying out of the bowl and over both of you, coating your shirts. He was laughing as you squealed, scrunching  in on himself as you swatted him on the butt with the dish towel you were trying to wipe down with.  

"You're a mess!!" 

He shrugged, playful light in his eyes, "You are too."   He turned from the bowl, oh, but you knew that mischievous glint... He had better not…. 

"No…. No!!" You squeak, trying to escape before he- but he's too fast, his arms too damnably long, and he's caught you before you have gotten 5 steps away. You wiggle in his grasp, trying to escape, but he holds fast.  He spins you around and with the same laughter in his eyes  that usually echoes through the halls, he leans into you and rubs his - quite  flour coated- nose against yours,  he leans back and laughs, that full bodied laugh that makes the very seams of your heart full to bursting, your giggles begin before you can stop them.  Before you know it you've collapsed into his broad chest in full fits of laughter.  

When both of you've calmed enough he presses his  lips gently so, so achingly softly against your forehead, both cheeks and your lips in turn. "You're absolutely covered. " he says it with a fond smile, but the spark in his warm eyes begins to light, and you know his mind has begun to spiral to other activities.  "Let's get you cleaned up. Baking can wait. " his voice has dropped considerably and the last thing you see before he has slung you over one  heavily muscled shoulder is the glint of his teeth as the corner  of his mouth pulls up in a smirk. 

…. Maybe baking can wait. 

You gasp when his hand comes down playfully but none too gently on your bum. "Oh. I suppose I have gotten quite dirty." You tease, knowing without looking that he is smiling wider for it. 

"Good thing I like you that way." He mumbles with a bit of a grunt as he rounds the corner up  the stairs to your shared bathroom. You crossed your fingers  and put out your wish as you did every day. 

You wished for happiness. 

You wished for love, and tonight? You'd get it.

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You sit on the floor of the bathroom with the pregnancy test dropping from your fingers. This is the 16th consecutive month that you've failed to have a positive one.  You're trying to keep hope but you look at Geumhyuk's face and see the same worry there. You've lost some hope again today. Tears from helplessness well in your eyes. Your lip quivers as he gently pulls you into his lap, leaning back against the tub with a heavy sigh. "We'll call the doctor. They have treatments. Our family is going to be beautiful, Y/N. Don't worry so much."

You want to agree, and in some ways you do, but in others you feel guilty. As though some part of you has brought this on you both. "It's me." You mumble as the tears fall, your voice too thick with emotion to come out normally. 

He shushes you, tucking your face into the soothing expanse of his neck, so soft and smelling so strongly of the comfort that he represents.  "You know there's nothing about this that is anyone's fault. You're feeling sad. You're feeling helpless. That's okay. You're allowed to feel things. But I won't let you feel guilty.  We'll figure it out together." He spoke into your hair, lips pressing against you over and over. "It's  sad now, but one day it'll be happy." 

Your heart lifted a barely significant amount. You squeezed your eyes tight and you wished. You ached and your soul cried and you wished against everything.

You wished for family. You wished for a family.

You wished for happiness. 

You wished for love.

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"It's raining!!" Geumhyuk called from the doorway. "Come inside before you slip!"  

You laughed, bouncing barefoot in your garden, extending a hand to him you shook your head.  "NO! Come on!!  Stop being boring! Run with me!!!"  

 Your tee shirt clung to your skin and your hair was a total mess,  mud was sticking to your calves and shins, squishy between your toes, but he lived for the adventure you brought  him, the spontaneous spirit that drew you to him.  

Shaking his head, he relented and ran out into the warm summer rain,  letting the cool drops pelt him as he chased after your bouncing form, giggling when he almost slipped. 

"When I catch you, I'm going to-" he began, hooking the hem of your shirt as you barely evaded him.

"You'll what? You'll kiss me to death??"  

He stops running for a moment,  you turn, pausing to face him. His nose scrunches up in teasing and he nods firmly. 

"Probably yes. I feel so much love I have to give you or I'll explode. So get over here and get your kisses!!!" He extends his arms wide, waiting for you to comply, knowing that you'll never be able to resist.

Smiling warmly, you happily slipped into his grasp. There were kisses  but as he slid his hands around your waist and pulled you flush against him, there was also a soft swaying of your bodies. Tucking your head under his chin, he seemed to pull you into a dance, maybe...

He began humming softly, barely audible as the pouring rain bounced off you both. 

You recognized the song. Your wedding song. You nearly cried from how full your chest felt, every breath filling you with more of his warmth. 

"I love you. You're everything I ever wished for." You say as his song  continues. 

His hands rub circles into your back. You wished for more. You wished for happiness.  

You wished for love.

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“Y/N?” Geumhyuk’s voice brought you out of your memories, he rounded the corner with his familiar smile, one hand outstretched to grab yours. You let him grasp it and pull you closer, tucking you into his embrace. He leaned down, resting his chin on your shoulder as he also took a long look at the room you were in. 

“Lots of great memories here, huh?” His voice was wistful, thick with the same fond memories that you had been living in only moments ago. 

“Amazing ones.” You respond, pulling back to look him in the eye and smile back. His hands slide from around your waist and settle on the swell of your stomach, still small, but warm and solid.

��"Yes, and from here on we'll only be making more and more good ones."

You can't help but join in, tucking yourself into his chest as you speak in that spot between his shoulder and neck.

"Hm. Yes you're right. And hard ones and confused ones.  Lots of mistakes . Late nights and sleep deprived arguments. But love. Lots of love." you lean back to catch his gaze, full of joy and an ocean of emotion, smiling so wide his nose crinkles. As though that ocean crashed down on him at once  he leaned down into your lips, pressing his to yours softly at first, then with just enough pressure to make you feel whole inside.  

The knock on the front door broke your moment, and you gazed back with one more sigh before turning off the lights. This next chapter was sure to be the best and scariest of your shared life, but it was worth it. 

"Hey Geu-" you were interrupted by him sweeping you up into his arms.  You began laughing and trying to wiggle down, but he just laughed  and touched your foreheads together. 

"I carried you over the threshold our first day here.  Let me do it on the way out too. It's only right."  He pressed his lips to your forehead and you agreed. 

As he did exactly that you glanced back and said a silent thank you to the small home you shared. All it's memories and its joy and it's  heartbreak and its love. You hoped  whoever got it next got to feel exactly the same. 

You wished for love. 

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---EPILOGUE-------

You hear Geumhyuk playing with your daughter, giggles from the playroom that remind you so of her father’s. You let your feet take you where you hear them, one hand stuck behind your back. 

“Mommy! Your daughter is laughing and runs toward you, wrapping chubby fingers around your free hand. Your husband is sat on the floor surrounded in mega blocks, toy cars and dolls. He has a tiara perched on top of his hair and a smile that reaches his eyes, sparkling with all the happiness you’d ever wished for. 

You have been blessed. All your wishes and more have come. 

“Princess Geumhyuk, you are quite lovely today. I come bearing news.”

He slides to his feet, capturing your daughter in one arm while he touches your face with the other. “Oh really? What news do you bring me, Ser Y/N?”

Your daughter is baby babbling and pulling on chunks of his hair but his smile is still so full and pure. You bring your hand from behind you, unclenching your fist so he can see the stick in it.

His eyes widen as they focus on the  two pink lines, mouth dropping open. 

“We weren’t even trying?” 

You shook your head, so happy you could positively explode.

His lips press to your forehead, to your daughters squishy cheek, and his eyes are shiny with tears of joy. 

He lifts you into his embrace and spins both of you as he sighs the happiest sigh.

You had wished for  happiness. For family and for joy. Most of all, you had wished for love.

[kpophours]

Undead Savior

➵ VAV: (vampire) St. Van x fem. reader / one shot, vampire AU / angst, fluff

➵ warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of blood

➵ word count: 4.1k

➵ series: Baron, Ayno, St. Van, Ziu, Lou, Ace

Bringing you with him was not what St. Van had planned at all.

But letting you bleed to death hadn’t been an option either.

So here you are now, laying on the fluffy bed in St. Van’s guest room, ghostly pale but at least still alive.

He doesn’t know when you’ll wake up – it could take a few hours, but also only minutes, depending on how fast your body will be able to spread the vampire blood St. Van has given you. Given the right dosage, it should be able to heal you rather quickly – but if you should die with his blood still in your system…

Well, then he has just sired a new vampire.

And he definitely does not need a freshly born vampire at his side right now, not when he only just managed to get rid of some rather nasty hunters last month (with a bit of help from another friendly hunter he’s known for a few years now).

It’s not his fault if you turn though – he just tried to save your life. It had been a rather close call for you, the rogue vampire almost ripping out your whole throat right in front of his eyes. Thank God he had been there and managed to surprise the rogue, saving you in the process.

Bringing you to a hospital hadn’t been an option, the smell of blood in there too overpowering even for a strong and old vampire like himself. That’s why he brought you to his own apartment – quickly dressing most of your wounds, before giving you some of his own blood.

And now, all he can do is wait.

You feel like absolute shit when you slowly begin to regain consciousness.

The last thing you remember… is some weird guy trying to grab you.

After that… nothing.

You groan, your tongue feeling like it weighs a ton inside your dry mouth, head pounding slightly. The room you find yourself in is dimly lit, you can just make out a small dresser, a full-length mirror on the wall opposite you and a tiny desk. The bed you lay on is soft and comfortable – but unfamiliar to you. It’s rather cold and you begin to shiver slightly, hugging yourself to keep some warmth.

It’s completely silent inside the apartment.

Has that strange man managed to kidnap you?

You try not to panic and to stay calm.

Should you leave your room? Try to escape – from wherever you’re at right now? But what if your kidnapper is outside, just waiting for you to come out…

Your thoughts spiral like this for a few minutes, before the decision is made for you – footsteps come towards your room; if it weren’t so eerily silent, you wouldn’t have been able to hear them. The door opens with a slight creak, revealing a tall, broad figure standing in the hallway.

You can’t help it – you scream.

"Jesus Christ!", the shadowy man in the doorway yells, nearly dropping the tray he's carrying, "Do you want to give me a heart attack?!"

With that, he switches on the light, looking at you with a slightly incredulous expression. "What was that for?!"

You blink a few times, a bit taken aback. This is definitely not the man who was following you earlier, that much is sure. This man is tall and broad, dark tattoos peek out from under his light grey jumper, his eyes and hair are dark, but his smile friendly.

"Where am I?", you simply ask, actually sounding braver than you feel.

"In my apartment on second street.", the man answers, placing the tray onto the small dresser.

"Why am I here?"

"You were hurt. I brought you here to dress your wounds."

You raise both eyebrows. "You do know hospital exists for exactly this reason, right?"

He looks a bit sheepishly. "Yeah, but my apartment was closer and you were already half-dead when I brought you here, so..."

You snort at that. "Already half-dead? Well, I feel more than fine right now, so that can't be true."

"I have no reason to lie to you.", the man simply states, "But I understand if you don’t believe me."

You decide to stay sceptic, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "Who are you even?"

"My name is St. Van."

You suppress a grin - what kind of name it that? - but give him your name as well: "I'm Y/N."

He nods curtly, before pointing to the tray. "I've brought you some tea. Drink, it will help your body to stay warm."

And with that, he turns to leave again, but you quickly jump up, wanting to hold him back - but failing, thanks to the world suddenly beginning to spin around you. "Oof.", you make, but before your body can hit the ground, strong hands have already picked you up and placed you back on the bed again. You have no idea how fast St. Van must have moved, you only know it should have been impossible.

"H- how...", you ask confused, but he quickly shushes you: "Sleep, Y/N." Strangely, the intensity of his gaze makes you sleepy and darkness washes over you - seconds later, you're out like a light.

St. Van sighs, looking at your sleeping form. He shouldn't have used his power on you, the gift of persuasion being something he tries to use as rarely as possible. But he knows your body isn't completely healed yet, knows you need more sleep, so making you sleep was actually in your best interest.

At least that's what he tries to tell himself - it definitely had nothing to do with you seeing how fast he had moved to catch you.

He has been for the look-out for the rogue vampire for a few weeks now. Most of the information he had on the rogue was thanks to Lou, one of the more friendly, open-minded hunters out there. From time to time they team up, knowing it’s easier to catch rogue creatures who threaten to expose the supernatural world to humans with the combined strength of their skills.

But Lou had to leave before catching this particular vampire, so he entrusted St. Van with all the information he had already gathered so far, before departing to take over another pressing case in a town a few hours away.

Since then, St. Van has begun to follow the younger vampire, trying to see if he could maybe catch him on his own and help him with his blood lust. By now though, he knows that the rogue is a lost case, already being way too deep into his blood rage. There is only one way to end his bloody path - to end him.

Easier said than done, though - the younger vampire is pumped to the brim with fresh human blood, making him faster and stronger than St. Van, who relies on blood bags to keep him from starving. It had been more luck than skill he was even able to fight the rogue off your body, thankfully managing to save you. But now he is still out there, continuing to look for more human blood. 

St. Van knows he should be out there, trying to catch the rogue, but he doesn't want to leave you alone. Maybe the rogue will come back and take what, at least in his eyes, is his - to finish what he started.

No, St. Van won't leave you.

Maybe Lou could send another hunter over... The vampire considers this for a moment, before pulling out his phone and dialing the hunter’s number.

Lou picks up after a few rings: "What's up?"

"Can you send someone to take care of the rogue vampire? I won’t be able to leave my apartment for some time."

"What do you mean, you won’t be able to leave your apartment? The sun's not even that strong at the moment." Lou sounds exasperated and St. Van can only imagine the dark scowl the young man is probably sporting right now.

"The rogue vampire attacked a young woman tonight and almost killed her. I brought her to my apartment and gave her some of my blood to heal her body. She's still out like a light at the moment, but I don't want to leave her alone in case the rogue comes back and tries to end what he started.", St. Van explains quietly, his back turned to you. He fumbles for the light switch, the darkness immediately helping with his concentration. Even though the sun can’t actually hurt vampires, the darkness feels way more natural to them, bright lights often hurting their eyes and giving them splitting headaches four hours on end.

On the other end of the line, Lou sighs deeply. "I'll try and see what I can do. I’ll  get back to you as soon as- oh, hey babe. Why are you awake? Did I wake you?" A muffled voice, female and sleepy, answers something inaudible even to St. Van's superior vampire hearing. "Go back to bed. I'll be there in a second."

St. Van doesn't think he's ever heard Lou use such a soft, gentle tone before.

"Uh, so, yeah. I'll send another hunter over. Stay with the woman and take care of her. I'll text you when I’ve got news." With that, he simply hangs up.

The vampire raises both eyebrows, looking at his phone with an incredulous expression on his face. Well, that was kind of rude. But he just sighs, before pocketing the tiny advice again. He’s used to it by now. That’s just how the young hunter is.

When he turns around to look at you again, he jumps.

Because your eyes are wide open, staring at him and reflecting the dim light coming from the hallway.

"Uh. How are you awake?!", St. Van asks, shocked as well. This shouldn't be possible - his persuasion has never failed him before!

You simply continue to stare at the man, still too shocked to talk. You've heard the whole conversation, the voice of the other person - someone called Lou? - on the phone audible even to you.

"So, I guess you heard everything.", St. Van asks again, trying to sound calm (which he isn't at all right now).

You simply nod, heart beating fast in your chest.

"I swear, I'm not a psychopath. I'm really trying to protect you."

"And you're a vampire."

St. Van jumps a bit, looking at you with wide eyes.

"I- what?"

You suppress a smile at his comical expression. "You're a vampire.", you repeat yourself.

He begins to nod slowly, before quickly catching himself and beginning to shake his head rigorously. "There's no such thing as vampires."

You raise one eyebrow, scowling slightly. "Don't even try this with me, I know there are. My family has the sight."

St. Van looks surprised at this new information - this actually explains why his persuasion didn’t work on you. Humans with the Sight are often immune to some supernatural powers - apparently, this has something to do with their lineage (at least one person in your family tree had to be some kind of supernatural creature for the Sight to emerge in the next generation). "Really? So you're able to see ghosts and everything?"

"Yup, have been ever since birth. Just like everyone else in my family. So I know about the supernatural world - even if I'm not part of it, not really at least."

The vampire sighs, looking relieved. "Well, that makes everything a lot easier. But why didn't you notice the rogue vampire following you, then?"

You cross your arms in front of your chest, beginning to pout and St. Van doesn't think he's ever seen anything cuter than this, you're adorable. 

“Just because I know of the supernatural world, doesn't mean I know a lot about it. You're actually the first supernatural creature I've come into real contact with - even though I'm pretty sure the slightly eccentric boyfriend of one of my closest friends is actually a warlock."

St. Van simply nods. "Fair enough. So - like you’ve already overheard, I think the rogue vampire will keep a lookout for you. So I don’t think it will be safe for you to be alone, at least for the time being."

You consider him for a few moments, before shrugging. "Well, thank God I'm on holiday at the moment and don't have to go into work." You gaze around the room. "So, do I have to stay here with you or...?"

"Uh, well, it would make things a lot easier. But I do understand if you want to go home. I'll just keep watch over you from afar - that should work as well."

"But not as well, right?"

St. Van nods again. "Like I said - it would make things a lot easier if you'd just stay here with me. If Lou contacts another hunter as quickly as he's promised, the rogue should be taken care of in a few days."

"Okay, then... I'll stay. But I think I'll need a few of my things to be comfortable in here, like clothes and stuff like that."

The handsome vampire smiles at you. "Of course. Give me your address and I’ll get you whatever your heart desires. In the meantime... if you want to, you can take a shower. I'll lend you some of my clothes."

You look at yourself, realizing with slight horror that you're covered in dried blood. "Ew.", you make a bit distressed, gazing up at St. Van, "Isn't this diffcult for you? Being in the same room with me - with so much blood?"

But he only shrugs. "Nah. It's dried up, so it doesn’t smell nearly as good as fresh blood. Still, I would appreciate you taking a shower." He grins at you, showing you his pearly white canines (no fangs in sight though).

You huff playfully. "Just tell me I stink.", you murmur, before slowly getting up. St. Van extends one hand towards you, but you shake your head. "I'm okay."  

The vampire shows you to his bathroom, which is tiny but very clean and neat, and gives you fresh towels as well as some of his clothes, before leaving you alone. The warm water helps relax your stiff muscles and you're surprised to see no bruises or other wounds on your body. Just some scars that look like they've been on your body for at least a few months. "Probably the vampire blood St. Van gave me...", you murmur, "Very effective indeed."

Twenty minutes later, you feel like a new person; quickly toweling yourself off before getting dressed. St. Van's clothes are way too big on you, but they are comfortable and smell amazing. You definitely need to ask which laundry detergent he's using.

When you leave the bathroom, releasing steam and the smell of fresh soap, you find St. Van in the kitchen, making dinner. He smiles at you, his eyes forming little crescents. "Feeling better?" He takes in your wet, frizzy hair and the way his large jumper gives you sweater paws, the view making him feel all soft and mushy inside.

You nod, sliding onto the kitchen bench. "Immensely, thank you. Why are you cooking? I thought vampires can't eat normal - uh, well, I mean, human food."

"That's right. But I guess you must be pretty hungry by now." 

Right on time, your stomach begins to grumble, making you both laugh. 

"There you go." With that, he places a plate of steaming hot pasta in front of you.

"It smells delicious, thank you!", you say right before diving in. You can't stifle a tiny moan when the first bite hits your gums.

St. Van grins. "I guess you like it?"

You nod fiercely before swallowing and asking: "Where did you learn to cook?"

He props his chin on one hand, gazing at you with a slightly wistful expression on his face. It makes your heart flutter and you hurriedly take another bite before being able to blurt out something stupid. 

"My mother was an amazing cook, actually. She taught me a lot about spices and how to combine different flavors and so on."

"So you weren't a cook before turning into a vampire?"

"No, I was a priest actually."

At this, you choke on your food, coughing and only getting your windpipe freed again thanks to St. Van carefully hitting you on the back, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"A priest?!", you're finally able to gasp out, still left with a few tears in your eyes.

"Those were different times, Y/N. A lot of people became priests or nuns back then. It was pretty normal, actually.", St. Van explains, his eyes glinting amused.

"Mhm, yeah, I guess...", you mumble, taking another bite and observing the handsome man opposite you. "Do you believe in God, then?", you ask curiously.

He nods. "I do, yes. I mean, there must be something bigger out there - and we just give it the name 'God'. It can be a kind of energy or something like that, I don’t know. But I definitely do believe in something more."

Well, you can definitely agree with him on that.

Your conversation continues to flow easily over the next few hours; you tell him about your family and job, he in turn talks about the many historical events he managed to witness during his life as a vampire - he actually saw the Berlin wall fall?! He was at Times Square when the end of the Second World War was declared?! You are more than amazed, being a bit of a history freak. When he talks about the years he used to live in China, your heart softens even more for the vampire - you can’t believe he’s still in contact with the descendants of the family he used to stay with, all of them actually knowing about him being a supernatural creature! This really touches you, showing that he still cares about all the humans he met over the span of his long life.

It's well after midnight when your eyes begin to droop, making St. Van gently smile at you. "I think it's time for you to go to bed, Y/N.", he murmurs and you nod, letting yourself be led towards the tiny guest room.

"Don’t worry, Y/N, I'll keep you safe."

That's the last thing you hear, before falling into a deep slumber.

The next few days are spent in the company of your undead (and ridiculously handsome) savior: he makes you breakfast, watches movies with you and lets you ask all kind of questions, answering them with an almost saintly patience.

You quickly notice you actually share the same kind of humor, always laughing about silly stuff (St. Van's laugh rapidly becoming one of your favorite sounds in the entire world, it’s just adorable).

He tells you more about his past, about his family and friends, about the supernatural world.

It doesn't take long for you to feel completely comfortable around him, his laid-back, easy-going nature making it absolutely impossible for you to not like him.

You pretty much forget all about the danger you're actually in - the rogue vampire couldn’t be further from your mind.

You're not quite sure what wakes you during the third night spend in St. Van's guest room - but your heart is hammering inside your chest, your hands are clammy and you feel like you're unable to breathe properly.

Everything instinct inside you screams to run.

Carefully, you sit up and look around your room - everything's still dark, so it should still be nighttime, you guess.

You creep towards your door, trying to be as quiet as possible, before opening it and stepping into the hallway.

"St. Van?", you whisper into the darkness.

No answer.

You begin to shiver a bit, hugging yourself tightly, the sleeves of your jumper way too long and covering your hands.

"There you are."

That is definitely not St. Van's voice. 

You whirl around, but before you can react in any way, two long-fingered hands have already grabbed you around the neck, slowly beginning to choke you. "I can still taste your blood.", a voice rasps, but thanks to the non-existent lighting, you're unable to see more than a shadowy figure in front of you.

Your fingers claw at the hands around your neck, trying to get them off and failing miserably. You struggle to get air into your lungs, darkness beginning to creep into your vision. "Please.", you croak out, but the rogue vampire just hisses.

The next thing you feel are his fangs grazing the thin skin covering your neck. Tears are streaming down your face, the only thought in your head being I don't want to die, I don't want to die, oh please, God, I don't want to die - then, pain seems to explode in your entire body, the vampire burying his fangs into your vulnerable neck.

You're unable to scream, unable to move, unable to feel anything but pain soaring through your whole body.

This is the end, you think.

Darkness washes over you.

"Please wake up, oh God, Y/N, please wake up.", a male voice besides you sobs, "Y/N, please come back to me."

Something strong and painful hits your chest, making you gasp, your eyes flying open in the process.

St. Van's scared face hovers just above you.

"Oh God, oh God, thank the heavens.", he gasps out, when he sees you looking at him, your eyes wide and searching.

He softly cradles your face between his hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks. "You're okay, you're okay. You're safe, I've got you.", he murmurs, slowly  wiping away the tears rolling down your cheeks and carefully holding your body against his chest.

"Where-", you croak, but St. Van instantly hushes you. "Don't speak, save your strength. I gave you some of my blood, but it hasn't managed to heal you just yet." He hugs you even closer, hands stroking your back, "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I failed you..." He chokes on his own words, trying to calm himself with a few deep breaths (even if he doesn't really need any of those, right?). 

"I was gone for barely thirty minutes to get some more of your stuff.", he whispers, pressing his face into your hair, "But that bastard... he must have watched us."

You move a bit in his arms until he loosens his grip around you. You gaze up at him, at the worried lines on his forehead, his dark, apologetic eyes and the grim set to his mouth. You raise one hand, gently touching his cheek. "It's not your fault.", you rasp as softly as you can manage.

"He nearly killed you.", St. Van whispers, lips trembling slightly.

"You saved me."

"I should have come earlier, I shouldn't have left you alone-"

"Hush. Don't beat yourself up. You saved me, twice. I owe you everything.", you interrupt him, tracing the worried lines on his forehead with one finger.

He swallows thickly, before nodding, leaning his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. Gently, you stroke the hair at the back of his neck, hoping it will calm him down further.

In that moment, a tall, blond-haired man steps inside the apartment, making you jump. Immediately, St. Van's grip around you tightens and he bares his fangs. When he sees the unimpressed expression on the intruder's face, he relaxes again. "Oh, it's just you."

"Just me? Excuse you! I just killed that rogue vampire!", the man huffs, a bit offended, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"You helped. A bit.", St. Van replies with raised eyebrows.

"Well, yeah, okay. But I have to get rid of that thing now. So I think some thanks would be in order." He looks at you, taking in your tired expression and bloody clothes, the way you cling to St. Van. Immediately, his cat-like eyes soften. "I'm Inseong, by the way. Nice to meet you."

You return his smile wearily. "Y/N. Thanks for saving me."

"Don't mention it, that's what we hunters are here for." With that, he turns to the vampire again, "I'll give Lou your greetings along with my report. Soo... I guess I'll see you around. Take care." With that, he gives you both a mock-salute, before stepping out of the apartment and closing the door behind him.

St. Van gazes down at you, eyes soft. "Are you okay?", he asks quietly.

You nod. "I will be." 

Especially with you by my side, you silently add in your head.

He sighs deeply, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead; your heart skips a beat at the sweet, simple gesture.

"I promise I'll keep you safe from now on.", St. Van whispers, arms tightening around you.

I won't ever leave you again, he silently adds in his head.

[masterlist] | [requests] 

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IMISSJOONGSMULLET MASTERLIST (updated)

Fireworks

Mingi x reader

fluff

angst

Jising Mafia AU

Jisung x reader x Yunho

angst

drabble

also has stray kids in it

Too Far

Bang Chan x reader

smut

5 part series

Mirrored

Felix x reader

smut

Something Better

Bang Chan x reader

college AU

fluff that leads to smut

2 parts

We’ve got all Night

Hyunjin x felix x reader

smut

2 parts

Jising Mafia AU

Jisung x reader x Yunho

angst

drabble

also has ATEEZ in it

has a part 2

Tricked You

Baekhyun x reader

fluff

An Evening with the Boys

Xiaojun x reader

fluff

has a sequel

The Morning after the Fact

said sequel

Xiaojun x reader

fluff

Lost Cause

Kun x reader

dark/angst/gore

Caught in the Rain

Geumhyuk x reader

fluff

My Prince

Minghao x reader

royal au

fluff

angst

unfinished

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Blurb Masterlist

A/N: So my blurbs are little writings that are like spur of the moment writings. Short and sweet without official titles. So bare with me on how I name them here lmao

Also I only recently started writing these so there aren’t many but I’ll fill them in as I go!

A.C.E

Wow: 

He paints on your back

Ateez

Hongjoong: 

Dom! Hongjoong + chest worship (smut) 

Yunho: 

Basketball player au Yunho

First time sucking Yunho off + a smidge of size kink (Smut) 

adopting a golden retriever with your goolden retriever

Playing video games takes a sweet turn 

San: 

misfit? San (Suggestive)

Mingi: 

Bodygaurd au Mingi

Day6

YoungK: 

Relaxing on your fire escape with neighbor! Younghyun

GOT7

Jackson

100 ways (angst)

Monsta X

Wonho: 

Morning shower with Wonho + some handjob action (smut) 

I.M:

You need something familiar at a party (very suggestive)

NCT

Johnny:

Underground boxer au! Johnny 

Badboy au! Johnny

Yuta: 

Piercer! Yuta

Jaehyun: 

Badboy? (idk but he has tattoos) Jaehyun + Fem Artist Reader! + morning freaky bussiness (SMUT)

N.Flying

Seunghyub: 

He wants you to hear his new song but his voice is distracting (Suggestive)

Jaehyun:

You want Jaehyun’s attention

SF9

Hwiyoung

Hwiyoung looks cute with butterfly clips oh and he has a crush on you

The Rose

Dojoon:

Dancing in your kitchen at 2 a.m

Seventeen

Dokyeom:

You play with his hands because your tired

VAV

Jacob: 

Jacob really likes your skirt and thigh highs (Suggestive) 

Roommates Geumhyuk and Jacob “comfort” scared reader (suggestive)

Geumhyuk:

Roommates Geumhyuk and Jacob “comfort” scared reader (suggestive)

[kimkiyum]

Kinktober, day 1: double penetration.

St.Van x female reader.

Word count: 339.

You felt so full. Like your body couldn't possibly take anymore and you loved it. You shook in your boyfriend's arms, your hips grinding down against him and the toy he had buried in you.

"Look how much you love having both of your holes filled." He smirked, "You're so dirty, aren't you?"

All you could do was whimper in response, his words making you clench tightly around his cock. You had never expected it to feel this good. Your head was spinning with the pleasure that was running through your body.

Geumhyuk smirked up at you, loving how lost in the feeling you were as you fucked yourself down on him.

"You're so pretty like this." He hummed, reaching around to press the toy deeper inside of you.

You cried out in pleasure, your thighs shaking as you sunk down on his cock.

"I'm gonna cum." You panted, your hands clutching at his shoulders as his fingers moved to rub your clit.

"Go ahead," he purred, "cum all over my cock and show me how much you love being used like this."

Your eyes squeezed shut, your mouth falling open in a silent cry as you came undone. You had never cum so hard before and you fell against his chest, your body shaking as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Fuck, ah-fuck," you whimpered, your hips squirming to get away from the stimulation.

He pulled the toy out of you and lifted you off his length, holding you in his lap.

"You okay?" He asked, amazed at the way you were trembling in his arms.

"That was really intense." You breathed, cuddling yourself tighter against his chest.

"Good intense?" He hummed.

You nodded, slowly pulling yourself upright to look at him, "It was good... Really good."

He smiled but before he could say anything else you were slipping off his lap and kneeling between his thighs. He shot you a questioning look.

"You didn't cum," you said with a grin, "and we can't have that, can we?"

-Cynthia

[fallinnflower]

better late

jacob x reader (angst to fluff, bad boy!au, non-idol!au)

a/n: i got a request for bad boy jacob. i think i deviated a little from that, but i hope it’s still angsty enough for you!

You’ve pretty much always been in love with Jacob.

You first met Jacob through your childhood best friend, Geumhyuk, who had taken the Chinese student under his wing almost as soon as he had arrived on campus. Jacob was extremely shy when you first met him — the opposite of you and Geumhyuk, but in the most endearing way. You had very limited knowledge of Chinese, but you tried your best to communicate with Jacob that way until he was more comfortable with his Korean; at some point, actually, you established a mutually beneficial relationship teaching each other the two languages.

It was probably then that your crush on Jacob became serious. You’d always thought he was cute, and anyone who was a friend of Geumhyuk’s was pretty much automatically a good guy (to be perfectly honest, your mom had been pushing for you to marry him since the two of you were teenagers, and objectively you could see why — but ew, he was like your brother!) in your book. He seemed a little brooding at first, sure, but once you cracked open Jacob’s shell he turned out to be a total softie. Your heart was positively melted.

And because you weren’t really shy about your feelings, Jacob was one of the first to know of that fact. In fact, it was during one of your unofficial language study sessions that you first asked Jacob out on a date.

He declined. But that didn’t stop you.

Some people would probably say you’re trying too hard, and you can see it — you’ve been asking Jacob out for almost a year with no luck. You’re in deep. But you just can’t help it, you know in your heart that he’s the one for you — and you trust that instinct, you always have. It’s what got you a best friend as amazing as Geumhyuk, so why would you possibly stop trusting that now?

But then… things changed.

Geumhyuk throws a party, which of course means you and Jacob are going to be in attendance. You’ve always been a lightweight, but that never stopped you from playing drinking games and taking shots with your friends. It wasn’t like you drank often, so you always lived it up when you did; by contrast, Jacob would spend most of the night nursing the same drink. The nights almost always ended with you tracking down Jacob in some corner of the house where he was avoiding the crowds, observing, and talking his ear off for a while.

It’s late spring, and Jacob is sitting out on the back steps. You wobble out of the house and sit down heavily beside him, immediately dropping your head to rest against his shoulder. Jacob lets out a little laugh,

“How much did you drink this time, Y/N?” You groan, closing your eyes.

“Way too much. But it was fun.” 

The two of you sit in silence, looking up at the moon. The stars are hard to see from where you are in the city, but with the party lights lingering behind your eyelids with each blink you can imagine that they’re right there in front of you. A breeze runs across your skin, and you scoot closer to Jacob and his sturdy warmth, pressing your knees to his. He gently takes hold of your cold fingers in his hands, holding them between his palms to warm them up.

“Ah, Jacob, you’re the best,” you say, nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder. “No wonder I love you so much.”

Suddenly, Jacob tenses. He lets go of your hands, and you open your eyes. His lips are pressed into a firm, thin line, his brows set solemnly.

“Stop that,” he says. Before you can even question what he means, he suddenly stands up from the steps. There’s a look in his eyes you’ve never seen before as he stares down at you, and you suddenly feel very small when he speaks again.

“You don’t love me, we aren’t together, so stop talking like we are. Love isn’t real, especially not yours — stop being so childish.” With that, Jacob turns and walks back into the house. The spring air suddenly feels freezing against your skin. You don’t realize you're crying until you get back to your dorm and notice the mascara tracks running down your cheeks, and you laugh. You look just as foolish as you feel; just as foolish as you must seem to Jacob and everyone around you

You cry in the shower, and cry yourself to sleep, and after that you don’t shed a single tear over Jacob. 

Spring turns to summer, and you barely see Jacob. Not only because you both have internships, but also because you make the conscious decision to distance yourself from him. Every time you look at him, even if it’s just his back in passing, you can’t help but hear what he said that night ringing in your ears. 

Who does he think he is, to say love doesn’t exist? You’re equal parts bitterly angry and sad over what he said. Who did they think they were, the person that made Jacob feel that way?

Geumhyuk knows better than to ask outright why you and Jacob suddenly don’t seem to be on speaking terms. In his typical dad fashion, he just tells you to be safe when you start going on dating apps and trying to meet new people, double- and triple-checking that he’s on speed dial in case anything goes wrong for you.

Sometimes things go wrong. Sometimes you call Geumhyuk after a trash date and the two of you just eat some ice cream together at his place. But then, things go right. You meet someone in the midsummer. He’s tall, lanky, and has an enchantingly deep voice. He works at the same place as you, but as an intern translator for English-speaking relations. It starts with you begging him to teach you some English, and quickly evolves into something else entirely. 

He’s not Jacob, but he’s equal parts sweet and sarcastic and Geumhyuk likes him. You don’t put a label on it, because you don’t feel ready to and Lou isn’t someone that’s going to push you if you’re uncomfortable, but the two of you hold hands and go on dates and snuggle up on the couch together watching movies. 

And yet some nights when your phone rings, you still wish it was Jacob trying to get in contact with you. 

Lou goes to another university near yours, so you do still see him sometimes when you’re both free on the weekends after the summer ends. As a result, you still don’t see Jacob very much at school. Your usual study sessions become less and less frequent, and you spend more of your weekends with Lou than you do Geumhyuk and Jacob. 

Jacob knows it shouldn’t bother him, but it does. 

As the semester starts to get busier, keeping you on campus more often, you suddenly find that your phone buzzes with messages from Jacob again. It starts with him relating messages from Geumhyuk, then evolves into him asking you for translations. Occasionally he quizzes you on your Chinese, which is actually very much appreciate because you’ve been slacking a bit without someone to practice regularly with. 

And then he starts asking to get meals with you between classes. You find that your feelings for Jacob, while faded, still exist deep within your heart. You should’ve expected it, you know that, but you can’t help but feel sick just thinking about it — more specifically, thinking about Lou with those feelings in your chest. 

It’s barely October when you break off whatever it is you have with Lou (he just laughs and tells you he saw it coming. He wishes you the best and somehow that’s the worst thing he could say to you.), then show up on Geumhyuk’s doorstep with bottles of soju in your arms and tears in your eyes. 

The great thing about Geumhyuk is he doesn’t judge you. The bad thing about Geumhyuk is that he literally always takes a phone call, even if you’re crying in the background. 

“Hello?” He says, then, “Oh, hey, Jacob. Um, now isn’t a good time—”

You don’t mean to, but you can’t stop the sob that rips from your chest. Geumhyuk runs back to your side immediately, and you can hear Jacob over the phone,

“What’s wrong? Is that Y/N?” You cry harder, so you don’t hear what Geumhyuk or Jacob say, burrowing down onto Geumhyuk’s couch and burying your face in a blanket. 

But you do hear the rapid knocking at the door, and Jacob’s voice once he comes through the door. You wipe at your cheeks with one hand and reach for your soju with the other, only to have a familiar hand snatch it away from you. You scowl up at Jacob, but he looks pissed; you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so angry. 

“Give it,” you whine anyways, reaching for it, but Jacob rolls it behind him as he kneels by the couch. 

“No. You’re a mess, Y/N, what’s going on?” You shake your head. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it with you.” He furrows his brows, and you feel a pang in your heart at the sad look in his eyes. It’s not fair, you think. He can’t look at you like that after the way he dismissed your feelings. 

“Stop it,” you mumble into the blankets, looking away from him. 

“Stop what?” His voice is softer now, less angry. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you say. “You don’t care about me.”

“Y/N...” Jacob seems to falter, and you chance a look back up at him. No matter how hard you try, you still love Jacob; if he seems sad, it breaks your heart. And he certainly looks sad right now. He passes a hand over his face, and when he looks back at you he almost looks like he’s about to be the one crying instead of you. 

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out finally. “I shouldn’t— I shouldn’t have said that. I’ve regretted it ever since.” You sniffle and reach for his hand, desperate to comfort him. 

“It’s okay,” you reply, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I shouldn’t have been so pushy—”

“Don’t,” he says. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You were right about everything.”

“Everything?” You ask. Jacob lets out a bitter laugh. 

“This is the worst timing,” he sighs. His gaze falls to your hand still holding his, and he licks his lips before speaking again.

“You were right,” he starts. “Love is real. I should’ve trusted you from the start.”

“Jacob…” He lifts his hand, and you fall silent again, giving him time to speak. He seems troubled, and you feel absolutely helpless. For a prolonged moment, the two of you sit in silence, neither willing to break it with anything except your breathing. You wonder if Jacob can hear your pounding heart as clearly as you can.

“I love you, Y/N,” he says, so softly and suddenly you almost miss it. You lean in closer, certain you’ve misheard, searching Jacob’s dark eyes as they stare steadily into yours.

“What?” You whisper, breathe, barely even words at all, and Jacob lets go of your hands and runs his thumbs under your eyes, cupping your face. You didn’t even realize you were crying.

“I’m always making you cry,” he notes, sadly. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry it took me so long to catch up, I’m sorry that I doubted you — but I hope I’m not too late.” With your throat full of tears, all you can manage to do is shake your head almost violently at the notion. The space in your heart that Jacob occupies may have been boarded up for a time, but it was never empty, never could be; you were always watching for signs of life through the cracks in the wood. The Chinese boy draws you into his arms, rubbing calming circles along your spine whilst you ruin the shoulder of his sweater with your tears. Once you’ve finally managed to stop crying, reduced merely to sniffling awkwardly, Jacob finally speaks again. You feel the rumble of his words in your chest.

“Does this mean we have a chance?” He asks. You pull away, swiping at your cheeks with a broad smile on your face.

“Of course,” you say. “It may take some time, but, you know what they say. Better late than never.” 

And it does take time, but it’s all worth it with Jacob by your side.

[wronqness99]

Well Worth It

> About my writing

Genre: Fluff

A/N: So my cousin just announced her pregnancy and this idea came to my head. I hope you like it!

Word Count: 598

Characters: St. Van/Lee GeumHyuk (VAV) X Female Reader

*The image doesn’t belong to me, credits to the owner.*

Y/N had been feeling sick for days now, yet she insisted on not going to the doctors, much to Geumhyuk's distaste. The man was starting to get increasingly worried about his girlfriend. Why did she have to be so thick headed and worry so little about her own health? Couldn't she understand that seeing her that sick was making Geumhyuk suffer, too? He just wished she would listen to him and allow him to take her to the hospital for a check-up.

Sitting on the couch with a book in hands, the man looked up as his girlfriend's presence was made known walking down the hall. Geumhyuk settled the book beside him on the couch as his eyes followed her figure approaching him. The red headed man opened his arms in a silent invitation for her to get comfortable in his embrace. Y/N straddled his lap, allowing her head to rest upon his chest as she felt his strong arms circle her middle and his hands tangle on the small of her back, where he drew small circles with his thumb, wanting to help her relax somehow.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked against the top of her head, pressing a soft kiss to the place right after.

"My stomach is still upset but I don't feel like throwing up anymore." The man sighed in worry and moved his hand towards her tummy, rubbing it carefully in hopes it helped her feel a little better. Y/N smiled at the small gesture. The girl sat up and rested her forehead against his, her hands making way to the back of his neck.

"Baby, we should really go to the hospital... What if you have a serious bug? It has persisted for a while now, I'm starting to really worry." Y/N chuckled and placed her hand on top of his, making it stop moving.

"Don't be, honey, I promise you it's alright. I'm good. And apparently, our baby is letting us know it is healthy and growing as well." She stated, holding his hands in hers as she slid a binky onto his ring finger, letting it sit right above their promise ring.

Geumhyuk watched as she did it, trying to process all that was being said. He looked at her gobsmacked, soon letting his gaze fall downwards towards their hands once again. Y/N saw as his eyes began to glimmer and a big smile appeared on his lips.

"Are you serious?" He asked excitedly, trying to blink the tears away. Y/N nodded, offering him a smile as she did so. "It all makes sense, now! Your sickness, your tiredness..." He said, connecting the dots. She chuckled.

"Yeah, it may be a little hard, but it's for good reason." She stated.

Geumhyuk smiled widely, kissing the tip of her nose, his hand making its way back to his girlfriend's nonexistent bump. She caressed the back of his head as he rested it against her chest, inhaling her inebriating scent.

"Hi, baby... I'm your daddy. Mommy and I are really excited to meet you! Try not to make mommy too sick, ok? It is hard on her and it makes daddy sad and worried." Y/N smiled in awe at the cute moment developing right in front of her. If she had been certain Geumhyuk was the one for her before, now she was even more sure of it.

They had it all, they were happy and they loved one another and that love was soon to be multiplied by the addition of their most precious creation to the family, their baby.

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[miagwynwrites]

Cursed part 2

Genre: horror/paranormal

CW: I’m bad at making things spooky but I’m gonna try also murder and people die, possession

Length: 3k+

Summary: you invite you friends over because of the situation at the house but that only makes things worse

Pairings: lou x female reader

A/N: Let’s post this one as well uwu. I’m not gonna finish this series because I don’t know how to write horror. This was an idea I had a long time ago and I thought I could write it but I don’t like the way it turned out and no one read the first part anyway uwu. So yeehaw. Link to part 1 Tagging: @atinystaypixie 🦬

The day the boys came over everything seemed normal. You hoped that with more people in the house nothing weird or strange would happen. Things were going great, you showed the boys around the house, except for the attic, and you were watching movies and having snacks in the living room. “This house is so big” Yoonho said. “How many bedrooms does it have?” Hosung took a bite out of his pizza. “I think five, but they’re all small compared to our bedroom.” “Are you gonna turn those into other rooms?” Geumhyuk asked. “We were thinking about making a studio and an office for y/n and I but we’re still thinking about it.” Hosung responded.

“So why didn’t you show us the attic?” Heejun asked. You cut in before Hosung could respond, “um, we haven’t gone through it yet so it’s probably a mess.” you quickly stated taking a sip of your drink. “So clean it? There’s only two of you and it’s been almost a month, it shouldn’t be that hard.” Jacob spoke up. Hosung leaned forward placing his hand on your thigh. You told him you had a problem with the attic and he didn’t want you to get upset so he covered for you. “We’ve just been busy with other things. The attic isn’t one of our priorities right now.” Hosung said clearing his throat. “That’s too bad,” Heejun said, “It would make a cool bedroom.”

An hour passed and you were joking and having fun when one of the boys suggested to play a game. “I brought a game that we should totally play.” Yoonho said pulling out a box from his bag. He opened it up the reveal a board and planchette. “Bro is that a ouija board?” Geumhyuk asked. Yoonho nodded. “This house is totally old so we should see if there are any spooky ghosts living here.” Yoonho said wiggling his fingers in the air. “That’s just a game, those things don’t work.” Heejun scoffed taking a sip of his drink. “No, no, that shit’s very real.” Baron spoke up, “we shouldn’t mess with that stuff. Who knows what we could end up inviting in.” “What are you scared Chunghyeop?” Jacob teased, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. “I am not. I just don’t think it’s a good idea, whether it’s real or not.” “Oh come on Baron, the game was made by Hasbro. You know what Hasbro makes? Toy ponies. This is nothing more than a toy.” Hosung spoke up. “Yeah, toy companies can’t make portals to the demon world.” Heejun laughed.

You shifted in your seat before speaking up.”Um, I don’t think we should.” you silently said. “Thank you y/n.” Baron said. “It’s a bad idea and we shouldn’t go through with it.” Yoonho and Ziu busted up laughing causing you to jump. “You guys are so scared of a little game, what are you afraid of.” “I said no!” you shouted. Things got quiet as the boys stopped whatever they were doing to look at you. “Baby,” Hosung said reaching for your hand. You pull away from him and leave the living room and head towards the kitchen. Sighing you grab yourself a glass of water. You hear footsteps and whip around real fast to see Geumhyuk standing in the hallway. “Jesus Christ you scared me.” you say nearly dropping the glass. “I’m sorry.” Geumhyuk approaches you and places his hands in his pockets while leaning against the counter. “Are you alright? Sounds like we hit a nerve back there.” You two stand in the kitchen in silence for a minute, tears forming in your waterline. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Geumhyuk says placing his hands on your shoulders.

“There’s something in this house Geumhyuk.” you start to shake again the tears slowly falling down your cheeks. “Ever since I went up in that attic it’s been hell. I hear doors slamming, footsteps, voices, things move when I’m not looking. The other night a glass practically flew off the counter and shattered. I wake up every night in a cold sweat, I have nightmares every night crying and Hosung has to hold me for at least two hours before I calm down. He’s losing sleep because of me.” Geumhyuk says nothing but reaches around you to rub your back and try to comfort you. “Hosung is changing too, he gets these really bad headaches and he gets really moody, we get into horrible fights. I don’t know what’s happening Geumhyuk.” you sniffle. “Have you talked to Hosung about any of this?” “I told him about the attic. I’ve tried telling him that this house could be haunted but it just causes us to fight. I don’t know what to do. I’m scared.” Geumhyuk pulls you into hug and you cry into his chest. “Maybe Hosung is trying to wrap his head around all this. I mean, this is his dream home. He’s probably upset that there could potentially be something wrong with it. Give him some time.” You pulled away from Geumhyuk wiping the rest of your tears. “Thank you for listening to me while I complain.” you chuckle. “Anytime y/n. You know we’re all here for you and Hosung.” you walk with Geumhyuk back out to the living room where the boys are watching tv again.

You plop down next to Hosung before you speak up. “Let’s play that stupid game.” Yoonho whips around to face you. “Really?! Yes!” “You guys are idiots.” Baron says shaking his head. “I’ll get the candles.” Heejun says standing up. “Get the salt while you’re at it” Jacob says laughing. “Babe, you sure you’re okay with this?” Hosung asks grabbing your hand. You shrug, “If it’s just a game then nothing will happen right?” You smile and squeeze Hosung’s hand. “Alright, let’s summon some demons.” Heejun says placing the candles around the table. “I still don’t think this is a good idea.” Baron says as the boys started placing their fingers on the planchete. “C’mon Baron, it’ll be alright. We can stop at anytime and as long as we keep our fingers on the planchette and properly say goodbye nothing should happen.” Baron sighs joining in. “Fine, but if Yoonho causes half of us to get haunted I’m beating his ass.”

Yoonho clears his throat. “If there are any spirits with us tonight please make a noise or communicate with us through the board.” It’s quiet for a long time. The eight of you sit with yours fingers on the planchette the room quiet, candles flickering with the breathing between each of you. You look up at and exchange looks with each member waiting for something to happen. “This is boring.” Jacob says. “Show yourselves demon bitch.” Jacob says beginning to laugh “Jacob! What the hell?” you scream at him shocked. “That’s fucking rude.” “What are you stupid? You could anger the spirits.” Baron said. “There’s nothing happening, so what if I get the ghost riled up, at least then they’ll do something.” “Jacob you’re supposed to be kind to the spirits, we’re not here to piss off the dead.” You say. Jacob sighs and pouts. “This is boring.” he mumbles. After a few seconds the planchette starts to move. “Hey, look at that it worked!” Yoonho says excitedly. “Okay, now nobody take your fingers off the planchette no matter what alright? I mean it.” You all watched silently as the planchette moved across the board. “I think the spirit is drunk.” Jacob says. “I think that’s because you’re moving it.” Hosung chuckles. “Am not!” You roll you’re eyes. “Shut up you dummy.” you say glaring at Jacob. Jacob sticks his tongue out at you. “Hello spirit, do you live in this house?” you ask. The planchette moves to yes causing a shriek to come out of Yoonho, “this is so cool! Did you die in this house?” Nothing. It was quiet again. “Did you die in this house?” Hosung spoke up talking louder. The planchette moved away from the yes and started spelling out a word. As it got to the last couple letters a chill went down your spine. You looked at Geumhyuk who gave you a reassuring smile. “Who killed you?” Heejun asked. “Bro you can’t just ask that.” Geumhyuk said. “Why not? Ghosts can’t just tell us they were murdered and then expect us not to ask.” Heejun rolled his eyes.

“Let’s change the subject.” you said. “How old were you when you passed?” you asked. The planchette moved to the number 6. It got quiet. “Damn, they were just a kid.” Baron says. “That sucks.” you all remain quiet again. “Are you a boy or a girl?” Jacob says. The planchette moves once more spelling out the word ‘girl’ causing your stomach to churn. You speak up, “were you giggling that one night a few weeks ago?” you asked. When the planchette moved to yes Hosung spoke up. “Y/n is this the night that you hid against me?” You nodded. “Why didn’t you wake me?” “I didn’t want to bother you. And after all the arguments we’ve had I didn’t want to bring something like that up.” you said averting your gaze. “What were you laughing about?” Hosung asked. You all stare on in horror as the planchette spells out ‘murder.’ “Ok that’s not funny.” Geumhyuk says.

Baron speaks up quickly, “you guys, sometimes demons can disguise themselves as children.” “Why would they do that?’ you ask. “It’s so that they can gain your trust. If they were to appear as themselves you would be afraid, not saying that ghosts and demon aren’t scary but children are seen as innocent and so that’s how they get you.” “Are you actually a demon?” Yoonho asks. “Yoonho, why would you ask that?” you yell at him. The planchette moves to no quickly and a noise from the kitchen causes you all to jump. “Yoonho you idiot! Whatever that thing is you pissed it off.” Baron says. “We need to say goodbye to let whatever it is know we’re done.” You all collectively move the planchette over and say goodbye. You all collectively sigh taking your hands off the planchette. “Hosung?” Geumhyuk says. You turn to Hosung who is staring blankly at you. “Babe, are you alright?” you place your hand on Hosung’s arm. “Geumhyuk, he’s cold, Hosung are you alright? Hosung, Hosung!” you start screaming at Hosung but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t blink, he just sits there. You stand up quickly startling the other members. “Alright you demon bitch get your ass out here.” “Y/n, you can’t talk to it like that!” Baron yells. “I don’t care, if this bitch wants a fight she’s gonna get one.” 

“Heejun starts cracking up. “You dumb bitch. You can’t fight a demon.” You fall silent. The candles are still lit around the table but they are flickering in some pattern. Yoonho being the one sitting closest to Heejun started moving away from Heejun and towards Jacob and Baron. “Heejun, this isn’t funny.” Yoonho gently says. You all look at Heejun who has a haunting smile spread across his face. “You wanna repeat that.” you command trying to be brave. “You can’t fight demons.” Heejun says. But it’s not Heejun and everyone knows it. “I told you guys this was a bad idea.” Baron says starting to get up. “Sit down.” demonic Heejun says. Baron does just that. Everyone stays quiet. You look back and forth between Heejun and Hosung. “Whatever you’re doing to Hosung cut it out. Right now.” You shout. “Y/n are you seriously talking back to a demon?” Geumhyuk asks. “Let him go and release yourself from Heejun’s body.” The demon chuckles sending the candles to go out. It’s dark now and quiet except for the heavy breathing that comes out of Heejun. You hear small footsteps running behind you followed by a loud crash in the kitchen. You quickly sit back down trying to find Geumhyuk in the dark. He finds you and holds you close to him. You hear more footsteps around the living room and hear them go up the steps to the attic. Then a low demon chuckle comes from demon Heejun and the lights turn back on. 

You blink your eyes a few times adjusting to the bright light. Geumhyuk is still holding you and Heejun is face down on the table. You pull away from Geumhyuk and exchanges glaces with the members. Wooyoung being quiet this whole time speaks up. “Is everyone alright?” The members silently nod. When you come out of shock you move over to Hosung to check on him. ‘Hosung, babe, are you in there?” you ask lightly touching his arm. “Hosung blinks a few times and looks up at you. “I don’t know what happened,” he says, color returning to his face. He looks over at Heejun and shakes him. Heejun raises up slowly and you all hold your breath scared that he’s still possessed. “I’m alright. I’m alright.” Heejun says touching himself and checking that he has full control over his appendages. You all breath again knowing the Heejun and Hosung are safe. “You guys are all stupid. I can’t believe that happened.” you say starting to cry again. “You could’ve gotten hurt.” you say slightly raising your voice. You grab hold of Hosung’s hand and he smiles at you. 

“Okay, we won’t ever do that again. So what do we do now. And what seriously just happened.” Wooyoung says. “Well first we need to get rid of that ouija board. “Can we throw it in the trash?” Hosung asks standing up. You all follow starting to pick up the food and trash lying around the living room. “No. We need to do it right, I think it needs to be burned.” You say taking the planchette off the ouja board and throwing it on the couch. You all make your way into the kitchen and stop seeing the mess all over the floor. “That’s what that crash was?” You look around the kitchen to see the table and chairs toppled over and broken glass everywhere. “Well, it looks like we got our work cut out for us.” Hosung says grabbing the broom. 

After you cleaned up the living room and kitchen you meet back in the living room. You noticed the planchette has moved from it’s spot on the couch back to the board right on top of the word ‘no.’ “You guys didn’t moved the planchette did you?” you ask. They all shake their heads. “Ok, Yoonho grab the board and planchette, everyone get it in the car. We’re gonna burn them.” You all follow Hosung out to the van and drive for two hours til you reach the tree line in front of some woods on the edge of town. “Are you sure we’re supposed to burn it?” Heejun asks. “I heard something about throwing it in a body of water or burying it.” “It’s wood, it’ll burn.” Hosung says lighting a match. You stop Hosung before he can drop the match. We need to make sure we’re getting rid of it properly. We don’t wanna mess this up. We invited something in and we need to be positive that it leaves.”

After returning to the house things seem normal. Hosung decided that it’s too late for the boys to be driving by themselves so he let’s them all spend the night. You didn’t want everyone to be split up so you all grabbed extra pillows, blankets and sleeping bags and laid them out on the floor. Hosung thought about sleeping on the floor and letting you take the couch but seeing how shaken up you were over the events of the night he let you sleep with him on the couch. Not that the couch was big enough for more than one person but you made it work. By the time everyone settled down it was around 4 in the morning. You were about to fall asleep cuddled in the warmth of Hosung and the wool blanket when you again started crying. Hosung sighed and sat you up so he could reposition himself on the couch. You tried to keep quiet by burying your face in his chest but most of the members were either still shaken up over the events as well or were light sleepers. Hosung held you tight whispering to you to try and help calm you down but you couldn’t seem to control your crying. You were tired of ruining Hosung’s sleep schedule and you wish you knew how to fix all this.

“Y/n it’s not your fault.” Yoonho said in the dark. “Technically it’s my fault because I brought it. I thought it was a simple game.” “And we kind of pressured you into it.” Heejun said. You spoke up through sniffles, “I just didn’t think I’d see Hosung or Heejun back to their normal selves again. I was scared something worse was gonna happen. Are you even okay Heejun?” You asked. Things happened so fast you really didn’t have time to check up on Heejun or Hosung. “I feel a bit funny still, almost like a part of my body is missing but I’m still the same Heejun. Sorry that I scared everybody. It just felt like I blacked out and then when I came to I remembered nothing.” “How are you guys feeling about this?” You asked. “I think we were foolish to even attempt the play this silly game.” Baron said. I think how we handled the situation only made the turn out worse. But for now I’m glad we’re all okay.” 

“What do you mean for now?” You asked. “Well, if this house really was haunted before we either woke something up or brought more spirits into your home. I think we need to keep watch over each other and stay in contact and talk about what we observe about ourselves and each other. We need to be more careful from here on out. And Hosung, I know this is your dream house but maybe you two should stay somewhere else for awhile. Try to relax and focus on each other and try not to worry about this house.”

“What do we do if it is haunted?” Hosung asked. “I would suggest 15 priests.” Jacob says. “No, one priest should be enough to cleanse the house and perform an exorcism. But the road from hear on out is not going to be easy and who knows what could happen.” Baron says. “How do you know so much about this stuff?” Geumhyuk asked. “Personal experience to be blunt.” After a little longer of chatting and trying to make each other laugh everyone starts to fall asleep one by one til it’s just you and Hosung again. “Are you alright?” you ask Hosung kissing him. “As long as you stay by my side through this I’ll be alright. I love you y/n. I’m gonna do all I can to get us out of this mess.” Hosung kisses you deeply and for a long time before letting go. You both fall asleep sitting up and Hosung’s arms stay wrapped around you til morning

[allmybiasneedtostop]

Dead Girl Walking

Pairing: Reader x St. Van

Type: Smut 18+ (but make it musical)

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: This is based on the musical Heathers and on the number Dead Girl Walking. Changing some names cause why not diversity. DON’T BREAK INTO ANYBODY’S ROOM TO FUCK THIS IS FICTION OK?! Also shits all over the place cause it is in the song...

Moodboard made by the lovely (😂😉) @lovely-kpopp-blog​

It is closing onto midnight, yet you are outside thinking of what had happened at the party. The Heathers set up this plan to hurt Emma Martinez your friend. Sure she was chubby and has a weird obsession over Ray Patil, the star quarterback in school but she was still your friend. And Ray was a nice kid back in the day but now he along with the Heathers; Chan, Mckingly, and Smith, are part of the “it” crowd.** **

They dressed up a pig piňata as Emma and were going to have her wack it. You’ve been feeling guilty for helping with the plan, so you yanked the piňata out of the Heathers grasp and chuck it to the pool.

This did not please Heather Mckingly, and the Demon Queen put out that Monday morning that you were deleted from the “it” crowd.

Now you are walking around thinking of how you were going to either fix this or get away from it. You could change your name and go to Seattle, it is getting popular these days. But you don't have a car or a motorcycle for-

The only person who you know who has a motorcycle is Van, the new guy. (His real name is Geumhyuk Lee but most call him Van cause that's all he wears.) It might be all in your head but it seems like the both of you have some sort of connection. You might even say you may have a crush on him.

One time you were making a convenience store run for the Heathers. Things kept slipping and dropping. For how skinny they are you were surprised at the amount of snacks they wanted.

“Need any help?” You turned to see Van behind you giggling.

“Uh yeah sure” You quickly handed him a bag of chips, gum, and candy, hoping that you are able to suppress the blush that was trying to rise up to you cheeks. Even though he was dressed simply with a black tee, jeans, and a denim jacket he looked really good.

You guys talked while waiting in line. Now you know that his family is military and that's why he doesn't really get close to many people. Also he loves reading and beaches. Sadly you guys weren't anywhere near one.

You are just walking aimlessly when you see Van from a window stripping down. And man homeboy is RIPPED. Not only that but he has tattoos that just made you water. Well at least you can spend the next thirty hours getting freaky with him.

Seeing the light turn off, you climb the tree next to his room. Before Heathers can punch your clock, you snap off his window lock.

You crawl inside taking note on how bare his room is. Not that it was empty but that there isn't anything on the walls. There are clothes thrown around, books, some CDs and what not.

Sitting beside him on the bed you tap him awake.

"What are you doing in my room?!" Is the first thing he asks when he stirs.

You get on top of him legs on either side of him. "I'm sorry I woke you up. I decided that I should ride you till you can't anymore." With every few words you kiss his neck going down. "At the party Heather said I have to go." You kiss down his torso sucking here and there. "So now you are my last meal on death row." Licking your lips you see his tented boxers.

You pull them down to free his now hard dick. "Can I?"

"God yes please" You lick his shaft from base to tip earning a deep groan from him. Giving you a boost of confidence you wrap your lips around his tip. Getting used to having a dick in your mouth, you slowly took on more and more of it till you nose is touching the base.

Once you start bobbing your head you feel his hand grip your hair tight, making you even more turned on. You swirl your tongue around him.

"Oh fuck, you have no idea how many times I've imagined you doing exactly this." He pulls you off of him and starts making out with you. As Van is distracting you he rips your button down off. He takes off both your blazer and the shirt off. Even as you're grinding down on him he can feel how wet you are through your panties. Thinking about how he can't have you waiting, he makes quick work with your bra, skirt and underwear.

Taking you by surprise he flips you on your back and starts kissing down your now naked body. Once he reaches where you most want him to touch you the bastard starts teasing you. He kisses around your core. Van also bites and kisses your thighs. Seeing him between your legs is hot and all but you are starting to get antsy.

Out of nowhere you feel a finger penetrate you. His finger curls inside of you as your toes curl against the sheets. Van wraps his lips around your clit sucking hard. You arch your back and your hands entangled through his hair.

Van takes a look at you humming at the sight. Your head is thrown back, mouth agape, love bites forming all over your body. He only dreamed of having you withering like this. Now he's dream is coming true and it's so much better as a reality.

He adds another finger, feeling you clench around them gets him more turned on. He was about to wrap his hands around himself, when you pull him up.

Growling you tell him "Put it in me right now!"

You flip him over you that you're on top again before you could do anything else he stops you.

"Wait are you sure? I don't have condoms right now."

"Look Van, I'm horny, pissed, and on the pill. Now I'm pretty sure you know the drill, right?" With that you sink down on him, both of you moaning at the sensation.

Once you got used to the feeling of his cock inside of you, you start to grind against him. His hands gripping your sides helping you keep pace. "Remember how you told me you were numb?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't agree, to me Van, you're beautiful." You grab his face and kiss him.

Once you pull apart, with stars in his eyes, he asks, "Can I ask, how did you find my address?"

"Luck, I looked up to see you through the window."

After a bit of letting you ride him, he starts thrusting into you, causing you to yelp. He starts to thrust into you hard. Euphoria starts to coil inside of you with every thrust.

"Fuck me harder please. Make me forget everything."

"I will baby, I will." You didn't think possible but he went even harder. With one final thrust he sent you over the edge. You fall on to him trying to regain your breath.

"Wait Van you didn't came yet..."

"I will in a bit. And don't call me Van just say my name."

"Geumhyuk…?"

"Yeah just like that." He flips you on your back again. "Ready? Cause we're going all night if we can."

Even though you weren't you nodded yes. His thrust started slow and deep. Van's- no Geumhyuk's lips found yours. He took your hands and pin them in one of his. You arch into him. His lips move from your mouth to your neck, soft mews escape your lips.

"Geumhyuk please just don't hold back, I need it har-" the snap of his hips made you lose your train of thought. The biting and sucking, him marking you made your head swim. Every moan that reaches his ears encourages him to harder. Still sensitive from the first orgasm it did not take long for ecstasy to coil and burn inside of you again.

Before you came he pulls out and flips you on all fours. You couldn't complain about the emptiness, when he thrust into you again. From this position his dick feels different. Geumhyuk also is going harder and faster, making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Geu- Geumhyuk fuck, more give me more please! Pull my hair, slap me please!" Your hands grip on to the mattress.

"Damn babe I think you ripped my mattress, for that you'll. Have. To. Pay." He punctuated every word with a hard thrust making you tear up. His hand comes to your throat and pulls you up your upper back to his chest. His other hand reaches in between your legs. Needing something to hold you grab his wrist.

"Touch me there, right there Geumhyuk I, I'm gonna cum again"

"I'm gonna cum too"

He feels your body spasm and your pussy clench around him.

"Ssss ow!" Lost in the feeling you scratch his arms. Biting down on your neck, grunting, he comes inside of you.

He sees you fall on to his bed panting, sweat glistening from your body, and cum starting to seep out your cunt.

Geumhyuk gets up and grabs a box of tissues to help you clean up.

After clean up he asks you "So what happened at the big Homecoming party that brought you here?"

Snuggling up to him you answer "I'll tell you in the morning but right now I want to sleep, goodnight" you peck his cheek.

"Goodnight, angel"

[quyennie]

Chinese Demon

Pairing: Reader x Jacob (VAV)

Word Count: 1387

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Cursing, sex with demons, yeah that’s about it

A/N: First time trying the paranormal, possible sequel, let me know if you want a sequel with Lucas

It was Halloween and I was home alone. My roommate had gone to a party with her boyfriend, Geumhyuk. Since I was single and had nothing else to do, I decided what better time to pull out the ouija board. I had my circle of salt and crosses around to protect me. I wasn’t scared but I figured it was better to take precautions than be sorry. All the lights were off and candles were lit to set the mood. The ouija board was on the coffee table and I sat on the sofa with my hands on the planchette(I definitely didn’t google that to figure out what it was called), “I call upon the spirit world, are there any spirits here with me?” The moment I finish the planchette move to yes. There is at least one spirit in the house with me.

“How many spirits are here?” 2. Okay, I can deal with two spirits. At least it wasn’t more.

“What are your names?” J. A. C. O. B. Jacob. Then L. U. C. A. S. Lucas.

“Hello Jacob and Lucas.” The planchette moves to hello. Alright I’m talking to two dead guys. That’s cool.

“Can I ask how you died?” No. Okay, no asking about how they died.

“Were you friends when you were alive?” Silence. I take that as a no.

“Are you still here?” Yes. 1.

“Only one of you is here?” Yes.

“May I ask which one?” J.

“Jacob?” Yes.

“May I ask how old you were when you died?” No.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m just curious about you.” I hear something fall from the bookshelf and jump. I look over and sure enough there’s a book on the floor.

“Did you do that Jacob?” Yes.

“Why?” B. E. C. A. U. S. E.

I’m slightly scared now. He can knock things over. Only strong ghosts and demons can do that.

“Jacob were you ever alive?” Silence. Then slowly the planchette moves to no, and I hear a loud crash like someone knocking things over in a rage. I’m terrified now. I see a shadow move from the doorway. There’s someone standing there in a Chinese demon mask and a black suit.

“Jacob?” He nods. I try to move further away, but I can’t. I’m stuck in this spot. He glides towards me. Not walking, literally gliding on air. Slowly. I’m terrified. I want to scream, but my voice won’t come out. Once he’s in front of me, he bends down so that he’s eye level then reaches up to take the mask off. Pale skin, red lips, and jet-black hair. He’s beautiful. He’s a demon and he’s beautiful. I know I shouldn’t call a demon beautiful, but I can’t help it. He is.

“Hello,” he says.

My voice is barely above a whisper, “Hi.”

He chuckles, “Don’t be scared of me. I’ve been watching you for a while now just waiting for you to get out that Ouija board so I could appear before you.”

“Why?” I squeak.

“Because you’re beautiful,” he runs a hand down my cheek. I feel like I shouldn’t like it, but I do. His hands are soft, slightly cold but what can you expect from someone who was never alive. His hand travels further until it’s reached my neck. He wraps his hand around my neck, squeezing slightly. He could kill me. I know he could. “You know I could easily kill you right now?” I nod. “But I won’t because where’s the fun in that? Tonight, I’m going to do exactly what I want to you and you’re going to be okay with it, isn’t that right pretty girl?” I nod, still terrified. I could literally shit myself I’m so scared, but his voice is as smooth as silk and his words have me slightly turned on.

“I can already tell you’re into this baby girl. You know I’ve watched you play with yourself before. I know exactly what you like, and I’m gonna show you that tonight, would you like that?” I nod. “Use your words love.”

“Yes, Jacob, I-I would like that.” I realize I’ve been holding my breath when his hand leaves my throat and trails down between my cleavage. Everywhere he touches is like trails of fire even though his hands are cold as ice.

“Good girl.” With that my shirt and bra are ripped off. “Fuck your breasts are perfect. I’ve waited for this moment. All this watching you play with yourself all those nights got me so worked up. I’ve wanted to do this since the night you moved here.” He wraps his plump lips around my nipple and swirls his tongue until I’m nice and hard for him. A moan escapes my lips. “Oh, you like that, do you?” He does it again while his other hand worked his way to my dripping core. “Look at you baby, so wet for someone who’s not even human? You’re such a dirty girl. I’m gonna tear you apart tonight.”

With that he pulls my shorts and panties off. I’m completely naked in front of the sexiest demon I’ve ever seen, well the only demon I’ve ever seen but that’s beside the point. I’m not even scared anymore. He doesn’t seem evil like I would imagine demons to be. He brings his face to my heat and gently kisses my thighs as he inhales, “I bet you taste as amazing as you smell.” He licks up my slit, “I fucking knew it.”

“Mmm…” I moan. He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks gently while he inserts a finger in me, then two, then three. Three?!

“You’re so fucking tight. Do you want me to fuck that tight little pussy? Want me to put my demon dick so far inside you, you’ll never be able to have sex with anyone else?”

I whimper. “Y-yes please.”

He throws me on my knees, so he has better access before aligning his dick with my hole and shoving in roughly giving me no time to adjust before he starts savagely pounding my pussy. I can’t help it, I’m screaming for him, the bubble in my stomach growing with each thrust.

“Fuck Jacob, you’re so good.”

“I told you baby girl; this pussy is mine! You’ll never be fucked by a mortal again.” Why does that turn me on even more?

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, cum on this demon dick, beautiful.” The force with which he speaks has me completely unraveled, I cum almost the second the words leave his mouth.

“Shit! Fuck fuck fuck yes!” It’s the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. I can see what he means by I’ll never fuck a mortal again. Demons do it better. Especially ones named Jacob.

“I’m so close baby. Where do you want my cum?”

“On my face. Mark me like your filthy little slut!”

“Mm, baby girl you are my slut. Mine and mine alone. Unless I decide to share you with Lucas.” What? What did he mean by that? I’m too wrapped up in him to even care right now.

He pulls out, “Look at me baby.” I turn around and look up at him, mouth open and tongue out. With just a few pumps my face and tongue is covered in hot, white ropes of cum. I swallow what’s in my mouth. Shit, apparently demon cum tastes great.

“You taste amazing Jacob. I could drink your cum all the time.”

“Oh, you will princess. You are so fucking sexy, and you’re all mine. How do you like being a demon’s sex slave?”

“I love it!”

“You’re not scared?”

“No, I don’t think you would hurt me.” “Baby girl, you have no idea the things I’m capable of doing. I could make your death look like natural causes.” I stare at him. “But I won’t because then I couldn’t continue to ravage that pretty pussy. I was supposed to make you kill yourself when you moved in. Those were the orders, but I couldn’t. And then Lucas came along, yes, he’s a demon too, and he also thinks you’re hot as fuck. He would love to get with you as well, and maybe I’ll share, but then again maybe not.”

Oh fuck! What have I gotten myself into?

[kpoprunsmylifenow]

It’s Cold

St. Van x Reader

Fluff

Summary: You didn’t realize how cold it was in their dance studio, until you showed up without a jacket.

(AN: Cerina I hope you should know this was almost angst....but I refrained) @inarinabina​

You didn’t realize how big a mistake you’d made when you went to bring food to your boyfriend and his band mates.

Entering, you could immediately feel the temperature drop from the hallway to the room.

“Guys, I come bearing food!” You announced. Everyone crowded around you, making the room feel a little better, but still cold. Echos of thanks and hugs were dished out when you were left with Geumhyuk and both of your meals. You made small talk, you curling up on the couch, trying to keep yourself warm.

“Are you cold?” He asked as he pulled you closer to him.

“A little yeah.” You laughed and curled more into his side, stealing a few bites of his food. “It’s pretty cold in here.”

“It usually is.” He laughed quietly. “I have my hoodie if you want it.” You nodded enthusiastically and put on the hoodie. 

“You look shorter than usual.” Ayno laughed as he stood beside you. He laughed as you hit his chest.

“Shut up asshole.” Laying against your boyfriend, he pulled you close, knowing you were tired.

“Take a nap. We’re taking a break and I can be your blanket.” 

[cosmichoneyedblossoms]

Secret Velvet

Pairing: Gangster Ziu x Lawyer Reader

Genre: Gangster!au x Lawyer!au | Angst | Smut

Word Count: 1,889

A/N: @xkpopobsessedx asked for a Ziu imagine not too long after he became her bias, it’s taken me forever to write him, but here he is

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Pulling up into your usual parking spot in the driveway, you sighed leaning back into the driver's seat, taking a moment to breathe before walking into a house filled with rowdy men. The white siding of the house held the glow of the porch light, the windows spilled the light from inside the walls, it fading into the dark midnight that cloaked the town—the gorgeous farmhouse definitely didn’t match the people who reside in it. You turned off the car and stepped out to notice a cab pulling up to the driveway of the house, the front door opened to reveal a woman with bleached strands of pleasure tangled hair stepping out of the house.

A woman…?

Another body appeared in the doorway, this time a body you knew. You walked up the sidewalk for a voice to call out your name, “Y/N. You’re home late.” Baron’s throaty voice made you look up at him, the woman standing next to him wore a contorted sneer as she watched you walk up the steps of the porch.

“I know.” You tried to push past him when his hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him until you were pressed against his body.

“You should’ve let us know you were gonna be this late.” You looked up into his liquor tainted eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing.

“Law student papers take a while to grade, B.” He nodded, humming a response when his eyes flicked over to the woman standing there.

“Why’re you still standing there? Your cab is here.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Whatever, Baron.”

“See ya later… Krissy.” He chuckled, rubbing your side. You could tell that she was annoyed by the way he was tossing her out like last nights garbage.

“It’s Kimmy...” She huffed turning on her heels and stormed her way to the cab. You waited until the car pulled off to shove Baron from your body.

“What the fuck man.” You walked into the house and kicked off your heels while Baron chuckled behind you.

“I’m sorry, she was getting to close for my liking—”

“Y’know, you could just stop bringing girls home from the clubs you guys go to. They’re all trashy.” You hissed walking down the hall towards the living room.

“Hey don’t get mad at me. We all brought girls home.” You stood in the archway of the living room to see the rest of the guys lounging around the room.

“All of you brought girls home?” Your question didn’t seem to surprise them as five heads nodded.

“Most of us had them out before one.” Lou gruffed and you glanced down at your watch.

“It’s almost two-thirty—hold on, all of you had women in my house?” Dropping your messenger bag, you crossed your arms, your blood starting to boil.

“Is that a problem?” Geumhyuk cocked his head like they weren’t criminals.

“Is it because we’re criminals?” Ace laughed, nudging Ziu who sat quietly next to him, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Don’t act like you aren’t. You guys were caught on camera yesterday after fighting with a rival gang and you decided to celebrate your victory by going to the club and bringing trashy women into my home, which by the way, I’m graciously letting you live here—”

“Y/N—”

“Do not interrupt me, Jacob!” You growled, your face flushed with frustration while you took a deep breath, “So if you want to get your rocks off…Go. To. A. Hotel.” All seven heads nodded, their agreement only slightly alleviating your annoyance, “I’m taking a shower then going to bed…” You walked past the boys to the double doors that sat next to the stairs and opened them to disappear into your side of the house.

The scalding water against your skin helped bring your anger back down, aided in melting away your stress of the day. You could fall asleep in the warmth, but you needed to sleep in your bed tonight, spending every night in your home office chair has your back begging for a break; with that thought, you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower to wrap a towel around your glistening skin. You began to start your nightly routine when a knock came from the door accompanied with the creaking of its opening, “Don't you have enough manners to not walk into a room where you know a woman is undressed?” The casual tone that fell from your lips caused a muffled chuckle to come through the sliding door separating you from the other person.

“Oh, I do, but not for you.” The door slid open for Ziu’s towering height and electric red hair to step into your space.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You grabbed your bottle of toner and a cotton pad and began to tone your skin.

“What do you think it means?” His voice filled the steam tainted air around you causing your heart to race, you didn’t have to look at him to know his eyes were trailing your exposed skin.

“Just because I’m your lawyer doesn’t make me less than a woman, I’m just an extremely less trashy version of the girls you guys bring home.” Tossing the toner soaked pad into the trash you started to apply moisturizer to your skin; cold fingers ghosted over the back of your neck, their gentleness carefully threading themselves into your messily damp hair.

“Are you jealous?” All your senses were focused on his voice that appeared close to your ear, so close you could feel the heat from his breath tickling the outer shell.

“No, I’m not.”

“Then you won’t be upset when I say my girl is here?” He could see your eyebrows furrow in the hazy mirror, feel your body tense under the touch of his fingertips.

“What?” You tried to hide the twinge of anger in your voice, but it was hard.

“She’s here, waiting for me to just strip her of what little clothing she has on…” His fingers slipped under the hem of the towel that loosely hugged your frame, “Her eyes have been screaming for me to squeeze between her thighs—”

“Ziu…” You hissed hearing him ramble on about the girl in his room, waiting for him, “What did I say downstairs? Get your trash out—”

“You really want me to take you outside? I mean if you want to fuck in moonlight and grass, we can.” He hummed pulling your back against his hard chest, ghosting his lips over your shoulder and sliding his fingers up your thighs, the sweetest of chills flooded your skin, “I didn’t know you were into public sex…” His long extremities brushed over the shape of your pussy, his touch already sending pleasure coursing through your body.

“I’m not… It’s against the law…” Spreading your legs more for him, he dipped fingers between your smooth lips, the pads of his fingers instinctively went to your clit while his lips burned their shape into the bend of your neck, his teeth animalistically marking you as his, staining your silk with the finest red wine. His fingers found your already wet hole, a slight hiss escaped him as he slipped two of them into your wetness.

“You’re always ready for me, aren’t you?” You couldn’t confess what him being around did to your body, he didn’t need to touch you for your body to drool, all he had to do was look at you—his eyes had your body in his trap. The curling of his fingers in your core had your previous thoughts melting away into bliss, he knew just how you liked it, knew just how you wanted it, he loved pleasing you…

“Ziu…” You gasped as your body was roughly bent over the counter, the coolness of the granite countertop bit at your blazing skin as your towel fell down to the ground.

“You’re so hot when you get all authoritative over us…” He pulled his hand from between your thighs to unbutton his pants, dark denim and black boxers fell to his ankles as his hand gripped his throbbing length and ran it up and down your slit, coating his cock in your naughty juices, “Am I the only one who knows you like to be dominated?” His question was all too rhetorical for you to answer because he knew he was and even if you did, you were too focused on the head of his cock sliding over your swollen clit to give a coherent answer. You pushed your hips to him, pinning his cock to his stomach, and you ground your need against him; your slick warmth caused a growl to escape his lips, “Careful what you ask for.” Rough fingers gripped your soft hips, his throbbing length delved deep into your gooey heat. A quiet hum left him, slender fingers traveled up your goosebumps ridden skin to tangle them in your damp strands of hair. The most blissful sound radiated from you as he pulled your head back by your hair while he prodded at your sensitive spot, he enjoyed being inside you, but he could honestly get off on the gasps and moans you made—in his eyes, you’re an angel falling from grace, comfortably indulging in sin.

Aggressive thrusts took over his hips, his cock rammed into you wildly, greedy attacking all the spots he knew you loved to have teased. The ache in your stomach craved release, the urge echoed through your every pulsing nerve; with each stroke of his cock in your drooling pussy, you turned into a moaning mess, not giving one care if the guys next door heard you. Ziu unburied his hand from your hair to wrap it around your neck, his thumb and index cradled your chin while he pulled you back to him, his cock already beginning to throb between your glistening lips, “I’m so close…” He growled, nipping at your ear lobe.

“Please don’t stop, Ziu…” You whined, your orgasm right on the edge of unraveling; his fast pace told you how close he was, but he wasn’t the guy to leave you hanging, especially with how close you were.

“C’mon baby, help me…” He panted and you reached between your legs and rubbed at your taut clit, your walls almost immediately clamped down on him causing him to hiss, the end of his rope already in sight. The knot in your stomach finally unraveled around him, your convulsing walls became too much for him as he tried to guide you from your high that he pulled from your creamy core to move you down onto your knees, “Say ‘ah’.” You opened your mouth, his eyes focus on your glazed over eyes as he pumped his cum onto your face, watching his cum drip down your face onto your breasts.

“So tell me the truth.” Ziu flipped the light off to your bedroom as he walked towards your bed, “Were you jealous?”

“W-What?” You stammered pulling the blankets up to your face, “I was not jealous.”

“Are you sure? You got really defensive when I mentioned I had a girl…” He crawled into bed next to you, his head falling a few inches away from yours, “Why would I bring home trash when I have a diamond at home?”

[imissjoongsmullet]

IMISSJOONGSMULLET MASTERLIST

Fireworks

Mingi x reader

fluff

angst

Jising Mafia AU

Jisung x reader x Yunho

angst

drabble

also has stray kids in it

Too Far

Bang Chan x reader

smut

5 part series

Mirrored

Felix x reader

smut

Something Better

Bang Chan x reader

college au

fluff/angst that eventually leads to smut

currently working on part 2

Jising Mafia AU

Jisung x reader x Yunho

angst

drabble

also has ATEEZ in it

has a part 2

Tricked You

Baekhyun x reader

fluff

An Evening with the Boys

Xiaojun x reader

fluff

has a sequel

The Morning after the Fact

said sequel

Xiaojun x reader

fluff

Lost Cause

Kun x reader

dark/angst/gore

might write more in this au

Caught in the Rain

Geumhyuk x reader

fluff

My Prince

Minghao x reader

royal au

fluff

angst

unfinished