#i was wondering why editing v is for villain was taking so mf long wtf and then I checked the word count...over 20k cries

[yoongsisbae]

First off I freaking love you and your comments! I love them! I love them so much! 💗💗💗 And you taking the time to read the AE and the dream analysis 🥺🥺 a thousand times thank you! Since you took the time to do that I am going to take my time answering your questions! As best I can, at least 😅

I love the fact that people are so team Hobi and root for him, it means I wrote him as the best version of his character, because his whole character's purpose is to make you fall for him, readers are supposed to enjoy it. I just wanted to start with that lol. Writing the story there were moments where I was horrified of him too, idk if any other writers relate, but writing yandere characters is so difficult for me because you kind of have to get in their mind to justify their actions and its like oh god, I hate it here so much 😅😅

IA it is like he's drunk off of the power. He's kind of (perhaps willfully) ignorant that the dreamers are experiencing the dreams differently as him, meaning the dreamer is being very affected by what's happening, and to Hoseok its just kind of a game, a movie he's experiencing in "4D", like a kid playing with dolls (But oh god imagine if those dolls had a consciousness and you pulled off their heads? 😳😳) ((in the AE when that changes you can see how that totally breaks him...finally getting a taste of his own medicine 😅))

I would argue that if Hoseok could get away with all those things in "the real world" without worrying about his reputation he totally would be that kind of menace. 😂😂 But he doesn't need to, he has tons of worlds at his disposal to escape in.

I did a bit of research just to make sure it wouldn't be too outlandish 😭 and hitting the back of your head like that is actually very dangerous and you totally could suffer life changing injuries. It's why its an illegal move in boxing for boxers to hit the back of their opponent's head. It was a short drop, but with the momentum of their fighting, I would say the impact was pretty severe for poor reader. And Hobi got smacked right in the temple with a lamp lol which is also a very dangerous place to be hit, so that plus their minds being linked together...its not looking to good for either of them 😭😭

Also I would never judge you and I am so happy you enjoyed my story...and the tentacles LOL 💕💕

Day Dream | JHS

The days are hotter, you sleep restlessly. Tired, you sleep more, you sleep and you dream and you meet the dream walker. 

sandman!Hoseok x reader. Enemies to…well they kind of started as lovers too :’D

Warnings:18+ smut, somnophilia, bdsm themes, dubcon, wet dreams, reader manipulation, dacryphilia, fuck or die, public sex, rough sex, degradation, name calling, restraints, voyeurism, fingering, oral sex, just so much sex :’D, creepy dream sequences-think Paprika, …tentacles…reader’s dreams are wild ;o; if you come to a part and think am I about to read tentacle smut? and you don’t want to read tentacle smut, I suggest just skip to the end of that dream sequence :’), monsters, aliens, blood, torture, childhood trauma, brief mention of a sleep patient-child-can’t sleep because of abuse, cheating kind of (does dreaming about other men count lol), Hobi stealing Joon’s girl :P but in all seriousness this is kind of a dark and twisted tale and if that’s not your thing, move along thank you if you’re still here it’s also supposed to be pretty ridiculous and campy so I hope you can be entertained and laugh a little too :’)

Word Count: 22.9k

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So hot.

Was it the heat that woke you up, you wonder sitting in bed, covers wet with your sweat and your clothes clinging to you, pulled at odd angles, uncomfortably bunched up at the seams, digging into your armpits and around your breasts. You pull the damp material off and over your head, feeling a little less suffocated.

Your room is pitch black, but your eyes, accustomed to the darkness, could see the sleeping form of your boyfriend, Namjoon, his sheets kicked off, body sprawled on the bed in nothing but boxer briefs. He was snoring, but that wasn’t what woke you. 

What was it? There’s this nagging feeling pulling at you, something lost back into the deep recesses of your mind, the answer annoyingly stuck at the tip of your tongue. 

It’s quiet, only the soft whirling of your aircon working overtime in the hot spring heat. It is the hottest spring year on record, though they like to say that every year. It just keeps getting worse and worse, unbearable heat and pollen, like the world was fighting back with it’s last dying breath. Why does the world have to attack you, though? You bet the world’s biggest polluters didn’t have to deal with this fucking heat!

You nudge your giant of a boyfriend back onto his side. It’s not that you didn’t love him or loved cuddling him, but being pressed up against his body, now radiating nuclear levels of warmth was just too much tonight. He grunts and rolls over and snores and you can’t help but smile, admiring his ability to sleep through this hellish heat.

It’s so hot you want to cry! There is no cold spot on your bed, no relief. You feel exhausted. And there is another irritating feeling, wrapping itself around your body, clinging, itching, digging. You want a distraction from the heat, you want sex. You want something inside you, making you forget about everything else. You’re so hot. You’re so hot.

You look over to your boyfriend once again, debating on waking him. No, it would be too cruel of you to deprive him of much needed rest. No, you’ll just go back to sleep.

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“Yes, yes!”

Namjoon has his arms locked around your legs, face buried deep into your sex, giving you exactly what you want, what you need.

It was a dream, yes, but it was also an old memory, to when he took you on vacation to the mountains, it was your first stay at a hot spring inn. The vacation was perfect, you were never more relaxed. Then at night, before falling asleep in each other’s arms, you made love in your small tiny inn room. Joon and you had lots of energy to spare, you think you might have christened every inch of that inn floor. 

It was one of the best nights of your life, and the best orgasms, like the one your dream boyfriend was working to give you now, mouth suctioned to your clit, long fingers stroking inside your walls, making your legs shake against his head.

Namjoon groans into your heat as you tighten around his digits, pressing his hips down into the floor mat underneath your bodies.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you tilt your head back moaning, so close… 

…and see something that was not there before, something that did not belong in your old memory…well, someone, actually. 

A man stands in the corner, leaning against the inn’s framed wall, smirking down at you and Namjoon. He’s wearing the same inn robes as your boyfriend, black wild hair styled away from his face, dark eyes watching you.

You immediately tense, blood running cold in shock, startled so much you forget to scream, immediately pulling at your dream boyfriend’s shoulders to get him off of you. But this boyfriend of yours had only been dreamed up to have one objective, and he wasn’t going to stop now when you were so close.

“J-Joon!” you stutter, trying to pull your legs free, fighting against his tight embrace. His strokes are steady and smooth, fingers slipping in and out of you easily even with every part of you tense. His tongue rolls over your clit again and a reluctant moan escapes your lips.

The man moves closer, smile widening. Your don’t know whether it’s Joon’s relentless fingers inside your drenched center or the fear coursing through you that makes you lightheaded, breaths labored, the pit of your stomach dropping lower and lower until you feel the pressure in your toes, barely able to think until the stranger’s toes stop at the top of your shoulders as he looks down at you, tilting his head.

You pull on Namjoon’s hair, but it’s useless. 

“Close?” The man asks you so nonchalantly it makes your head spin once again. “Want my help?”

“W-Who are y-you?”

Trying to make casual conversation proves to be extremely difficult with Namjoon enthusiastically eating you out. 

“Take my hand and find out,” he smiles wickedly.

His open palm is held right above your head. 

What the hell is happening? Everything about this situation feels so bizarre and surreal, like a dream.

Like a dream.

Are you dreaming?

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