No, But Thank You! My Brain Stopped Working And I Am Grateful

No, but thank you! My brain stopped working and I am grateful 🫠🫠🫠😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

You don't have any right to do this to me

All I have to say is I went a bit feral while writing this, I am not sorry though. I'm slowly getting more feral while writing each of these, Who knows what's gonna happen by the end of this.

warnings: smut Minors DNI, primal play, petnames (little one, baby), breeding kink, kinda dumbification if you squint, choking mentions, hand kink, Yunho being kinda possessive

Taglist: @marcillfll @acrylishly@mxnsxngie@babyboyquokka@maeleelee@imagine-a-life-like-this@cadenonlinelive@amyyscorner

I— I—wow

no words …just brain malfunctioning 😵‍💫

Why must you kill me you fucker

This is more intense than my usual texts, be warned. I went a bit crazy with the content, but like also aaaaaa these men kill me so much, why must they be so pretty

warnings: swearing as always, Smut MINORS DNI, knife play, gun play, blood play,

Taglist: @marcillfll @acrylishly @mxnsxngie @babyboyquokka @maeleelee @cadenonlinelive @imagine-a-life-like-this @amyyscorner

…ohh okay 🥴

GUILTY MV: — taemin.

you made me fall in love with vampire!leeknow

he is just 🥹♥️🔥😩

Kinktober Day 26: Blood Play + Lee Know

For my love @hwanghyunjinenthusiast

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.2k

Warnings: blood play, minho’s a vampire, lil bit of pain kink, oral f. rec., fingering, unprotected piv sex

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina

“I think I’m addicted to you,” Minho whispers as he watches you sleep beside him, the light of the moon highlighting the dips and curves of your naked body. He feels his chest tighten, knowing there can only be one of three outcomes now that he’s admitted the truth to himself. 

One: he changes you, and keeps you forever. 

Two: he doesn’t change you, and watches you die day by day before taking a sunshower as soon as you leave this earth. 

Three: he doesn’t change you, and he leaves you so he can have some hope of living out the remainder of his damnation without wanting to take a sunshower. 

He’s well aware he could never stand to carry out option three; he’d get no further than a mile before zipping back and wrapping you up in his arms. That just leaves him with options one and two, and he knows which one he desires. 

He knows what you want as well - you’ve been begging him to drink from you, to turn you, for months, and he’s held strong in his refusal to do either because he knows the second he gets to taste you, it’ll be over for him. He’ll be completely and irrevocably yours. 

But now… Now, he’s certain he can’t stand to be without you. Now, he’s willing to consider making you like him, even if it means tying you to him forever. Now, that’s something he wants. 

Just the idea of it is stoking the only heat left in his body, stirring up an arousal that’s only ever been this strong when it comes to you. 

He should let you rest, but he’s aching to be with you, to hear your voice and hold your gaze and feel the bright shine of your soul, so he grazes your cheekbone with an icy fingertip until you blink awake. Your eyebrows furrow and your lips pout, but your expression clears up when you lay eyes on him. 

“Morning, Min,” you whisper, your voice thick with sleep and your hands clumsy as they reach out to him. He used to try to keep himself away from you, scared that his low body temperature would make you cold, but he’s learned you run warm and knows you revel in the chill of him. 

Now, he brings you as close as he likes, one side of his mouth quirking up in a smile as he pulls you into his chest, murmuring, “Good morning, my love.”

The sun has set but you’ve long since adapted to him, sleeping in the day and waking for the night, and though he wishes he could see you awash in sunlight, you look ethereal bathed in the glow of the moon instead. 

“I’ve been thinking…” He begins, his voice heavy and his words careful. 

“That’s dangerous,” you quip, making him pinch your cheek in loving reproach as he continues.

“I’ve been thinking that I’m ready to make you mine, if you still want that.”

“Minho, you make me yours nearly every night.”

“I should have been more clear,” he sighs. “I’m ready to drink from you, to make you like me, if that’s still what you want.”

Your breath stalls and you’re silent for what feels like eternity, the only sound coming from you being your beating heart. He feels himself freezing, feels his limbs turning to stone as he waits for you to respond. He’d be holding his breath if he needed to breathe. 

“Of course I want that, Minho. I always have.”

His face cracks into a smile, relief zipping through his body when you press a kiss to his jaw and follow it up with a light nip. 

“We’ll do it tomorrow. I want one last night with you like this,” he murmurs, tilting his head back to give you more room as you kiss down his neck. 

He wants one last night to explore all the ways your human body reacts to him, to bask in your warmth and smell the ambrosia of your blood, and finally, finally, finally, taste it. He wants to feel it dripping down his throat, pooling in his stomach, flowing through his veins, wants to have part of you inside him while he’s inside of you. 

He doesn’t waste any more time talking, knowing he only has a few more hours to take in this form of you, searching for your lips and connecting them with his when you pull away from his neck. 

Minho has never been one to rush, especially since he was remade, and he could (and will) spend all of eternity with his lips locked with yours, but already, he needs you. He needs your light and your warmth and your searing hot, perfect pussy wrapped around him. 

He needs to feel your heart beating against his chest and hear your ragged breaths in his ears and, more than anything, he needs to taste you on his lips, both your arousal and your blood. 

So he breaks away, dragging his lips down your throat and scraping the points of his teeth on your sensitive skin, leaving behind thin lines and welling droplets of blood. He licks over the marks, soothing the ache and groaning at the taste of you. 

He was right before when he said you were ambrosia. You taste like all of the heavens concentrated into one being, like pure starlight and comforting vanilla bean and home, and he wonders why he’s been depriving himself of this through all these months with you. 

Maybe because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop once he started. He can control himself well enough to avoid killing you right now, but it’s a close thing. 

He forces himself to leave your thrumming pulse behind, pulling at the sheet to uncover you and laying kisses all over your bare chest before wrapping his lips around one nipple and sucking harshly. He plucks at your other nipple with gentle fingers, rolling, twisting, pulling until both are pebbled and hard, until your back is arching and your heart is racing, until he can smell your arousal on the air. 

It’s not enough for him to just smell it, he needs to taste it too. He drags himself away from your breasts, sucking kisses down the midline of your body and pushing your legs up and apart. He likes you spread out for him, likes to have room to work, and it occurs to him that for the first time, he can bite all over your thighs like he’s always wanted to. 

You won’t feel the soreness of the punctures for long, and you don’t have to worry about any bruising since it’ll all disappear once he changes you, so he sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and all at once, he’s drowning in you. 

He didn’t nick an artery but he’s found a juicy vein, and your blood is so much richer, somehow even tastier here. His head swims in you, your taste filling his mouth and his thoughts, and he has to remind himself of the euphoria waiting for him between your thighs lest he find all of it here. 

He withdraws with a shuddering gasp, surging forward and burying himself in your cunt so he doesn’t return to the slowly bleeding wound on your thigh, his tongue delving inside of you and his hands like steel where they hold your legs. You writhe all you want, know he’s strong enough to keep you in place, to keep you stretched out like he likes, your hips bucking and your taste growing sharper on his tongue as he pushes it inside of you.

Your arousal is just as rich as your blood, but it’s different too, thicker, headier, muskier, and he honestly can’t decide which he likes more. It’s a lucky thing that he doesn’t have to, can switch between your cunt and your weeping thigh at his will, the mixture of the tastes sending him to a height he’s never reached before. 

He almost feels selfish taking so much pleasure in your body when he hasn’t even made you cum yet, so he doubles down, purses his lips around your clit and sucks hard as he slides first one, then two fingers inside of you. 

His impatience gets the better of him, his fingers pounding into you at a supernatural speed as he pushes you kicking and screaming toward your orgasm. Normally, he’s methodical in how he takes you apart, but tonight, he’s come undone and all he can think about is unspooling you right along with him. 

Starting with making you cum, now. 

You’re already close, he can tell in the way your pussy won’t stop clenching around his fingers, and he decides now is as good a time as any to try something new. 

“Cum,” he thinks at you, waiting to see if you’ll hear him. Not everyone can, there needs to be a special connection, but he’s never known anything more special than you, so he’s fully expecting you to listen and behave. 

You do, thank goodness, you do. 

You don’t even question it, how you heard his voice in your mind, you just buck and squeeze and drip on his hand, your cunt undulating wildly around his fingers and your arousal spraying out to coat his face as he sucks and sucks and sucks at your clit. 

He pushes you through one release and brings you up to another, but you seem to have other plans. 

“In me, get in me, Minho!” You whine, reaching for him and tugging him closer. 

“I will, baby. I always give you what you need, don’t I?” He asks rhetorically, knowing your answer will be yes. You nod anyway and he loves you for it, licks up your bleeding thigh and rises to hover above you, hesitating to press his ruby tinted lips to yours. 

You close the distance, apparently not squeamish about the blood, and press your lips to his in a deep kiss. It rapidly spirals out of control, his tongue plunging into your mouth and warring with yours. He won’t concede tonight, wants to just take and take and take, and you realize this soon enough, backing off and letting him have the reigns. 

Minho doesn’t know how long he kisses you for, but he knows it’ll never be long enough. 

Blessedly, you’ll have the rest of time for him to kiss you senseless. 

Right now, all he needs to do is pull away, line himself up, and sink inside you. The pulling away part is easier said than done, and when you whimper and curl your hand around his cheek to hold him to you, he decides that’s not a part that necessarily needs to happen. 

He can align himself with you without breaking the kiss, and that’s exactly what he does. If you don’t dress, he doesn’t either, so there are no clothes in the way of him bringing his cock up to your weeping cunt and notching the head in your entrance. 

You moan into his mouth as he pushes inside, the taste of it almost as delicious as the flavor of your blood and your wetness. He swallows it down as he bottoms out inside you, sending into your mind an endless stream of love you, thank you, perfect, hot wet, never enough, never get enough. 

You hear him perfectly and sob in response, your inner muscles fluttering around him as he withdraws his hips and fucks into you again, building up a sharp, staccato rhythm. He can’t manage anything else at the moment, can only groan into your mouth and buck his hips again and again and again as he soars towards his own peak. 

One of his hands wriggles between your legs and finds your clit as he rips his mouth from yours and sinks his teeth into your neck, his bite aimed just to the side of your jugular so he doesn’t hit your carotid artery. 

Drinking from you and fucking you at the same time is a pleasure he never thought he’d get to experience, and it’s more exhilarating than he ever thought possible. He almost feels high with it, with the taste of your blood on his tongue and the incredible vice of your pussy around his cock, and when you start to cum, he knows he’s done for. 

You ripple and undulate around him and all he can do is suck harder and let go, let himself fall over the edge and let his balls empty inside of you, his cock twitching and pulsing as it shoots ropes of spend onto your clenching walls. 

Tomorrow, Minho will drain you dry while he’s filling you up with his cock, and then he’ll fill you up with his blood, and you’ll be just like him. 

He’ll miss the old you, the human you, the you he fell in love with, but he knows there are all sorts of discoveries to be made and experiences to be had with the new you, and he has no doubt he’ll love you just the same, if not even more. 

AN: omg this was so fun!!! i love writing supernatural stuff!! lmk if you liked it i need to know 👀

Kinktober Masterlist

My brain can’t think straight… edie.exe stopped working 🫠

It is a federal crime to look this good sir

Seonghwa really looks way too good in the concept photo, like sir please you're killing me. But here's the 2nd of eight texts, coming in whatever order the inspo strikes me haha.

warnings: swearing, smut MINORS DNI, mentions of being tied up and choked, I think that's everything

Taglist: @marcillfll @acrylishly @mxnsxngie @babyboyquokka @maeleelee @cadenonlinelive @imagine-a-life-like-this @amyyscorner

Statistics and Probability

It was supposed to be a homework night but because of the answer that you got, that night turned into a confession.

• pairing: xiaojun x female reader

• wc: 1493 words

• genre/theme: bestfriends to lovers, fluff

• warnings: none

MASTERLIST HERE

"Where the fuck is he?" You said to yourself.

It was a Saturday evening. You were waiting for your best friend Xiaojun so you could do your homework in statistics. You will be doing a by-pair activity and he was assigned as your partner.

You both agreed to do the homework in your house. Xiaojun, being a childhood friend, was comfortable visiting your house. Your mother almost treats him as her child, too.

He was supposed to arrive at 6:30 PM. It's  already 7:00 PM yet he's not yet responding to your texts.

"I swear to god, Xiao Dejun…" As if on cue, there's a knock on your door.

"You brat…" Your jaw almost dropped when you saw him with wet hair, shirt full of sweat, carrying her backpack.

Yet he still looks good.

"May I come in?" He asked, then smiled.

"Of course, duh." You answered then turned around. Your face slightly turned red.

Maybe this story has not revealed it yet, but you were in love with your best friend.

Before, you were still in the denial phase. You were so flattered by how he treats you, yet he is the meanest person you ever met. He teases you a lot. He throws a pillow at you everytime you sleep in the middle of a movie night. He treats your siblings in a kind manner but he was so mean to you (in a nice way, maybe.)

One time, you got offended with one of his jokes. You got mad. You did not speak with each other for one week.

One night, you were so close to sending him a chat to apologize. Apologize even if it was his fault. Unexpectedly, he sent you a chat, but you found out that he accidentally sent it, too.

"Can you be my prom date?" The text said.

You're so fragile for Xiaojun. You cannot resist him. Of course, he is your best friend. But one thing for sure, you cannot resist him because you love him romantically. But you're too afraid to speak up about your feelings.

And that promenade made you realize that you are really in love with him. You danced with him but he made your heart dance into joy too.

Xiaojun just left the bathroom after changing his clothes.

"What took you so long to come here?" You asked as you placed the box of pizza and a pitcher of juice on the table placed on the floor. Papers, calculators, and pens were scattered as you were going crazy finding out the answer in the problems.

"I played basketball with Yangyang and our other friends. I'm sorry." Xiaojun sighed then sat on the floor. You sat across from him.

He got you under his spell as you were able to smell his cologne.

"So I found out the answers in other items, but the last item is too hard. I hope you could help me." You said.

"I'll do my best, even if I'm the dumbest creature you have ever met." He answered and laughed. Your heart jumped into joy again.

The room was filled with silence as the two of you started to work on your tasks. Xiaojun browsed her phone, trying to look for some formula. You, on the other hand, can't stop yourself from stealing glances. You should focus on your work, but you cannot because of a handsome man in front of you.

"I know I'm looking good tonight but can you please stop staring?" Xiaojun said out of the blue while his eyes were on his phone.

You thought he did not notice.

He was not serious at school, honestly. He loves to play sports, attend music events, and hang out with his friends. Surprisingly, when he is called by your teacher during classes, he can answer the questions perfectly despite always spacing out. You were amazed by him, he is just extraordinary. He is dumb for you but you love him.

Hoping he could also figure out your feelings.

"I think I wanna give up. This is too hard." You sighed.

"Wow, coming from an academically excellent kid. What a surprise." Xiaojun answered and laughed. He was still trying to figure out the problem.

You leaned your back on the sofa, lower body still sitting on the floor. You stared at the ceiling, hoping that Xiaojun could not hear your heartbeat. Maybe he was just good looking today or it was just you who must already confess what you feel. It's been like.. 4 years?

"I found a solution." He said.

"Oh my god! You're brilliant!"

You immediately came closer to the table and he handed you the paper with the solution. You started to solve the problem, the solution was quite long. 

Little did you know that Xiaojun was staring at you. That stare was serious and you know that it has a deeper meaning, as you see from your peripheral vision.

"Why?" You asked in the middle of your problem solving.

"Nothing." Xiaojun said then smiled.

You sighed. After a few minutes of trying to figure it out, you found an answer, but you were still unsure.. so you clarified it to him.

"What is the value that you got?" You asked.

Xiaojun looked you straight into the eyes.

"143."

You looked at your paper and you were delighted that you had the same answer as him.

"Same!" You enthusiastically answered.

"I said 143." Xiaojun added.

"Yeah, I heard it." You answered.

"You have the same answer, don't you?" Xiaojun answered, but this time, he leaned closer to you, his arms were placed on the table while his face was leaned on his right hand.

"Xiaojun, I'm not deaf. I heard it right.143." You also came closer while staring at his eyes.

"Can you also explain this?" Xiaojun picked a piece of paper from his bag and you felt like a cold water was thrown to your face. 

It's a paper written with many "i love you". As far as you remember…

"Remember when we had a sleepover with Yangyang and our other friends in our house? You were so drunk. I saw you sleeping on the floor, with bottles beside you. I was about to pick up the bottles but.. I saw this piece of paper, and there is a photo of me under it. I did not want to assume anything, so I just ignored it."

Xiaojun continues, "I did not wake you up, I just placed the paper and my photo inside your bag, hoping you would not suspect that I saw anything. But actually, the week before that, Yangyang told me that you were in love with me. He told me that fact when I was battling with my feelings too. He also said that you accidentally said it to him. But of course, I am not an assuming person. Of course you are my friend and you were supposed to be honest about everything. I won't believe it unless you confront me. But I guess from what I saw that night, it might be true."

If there is a dumb person here, it was you, perhaps. Xiaojun might be the meanest person to you, but he will always find the right words to say.

You were silent and surprised.

"So y/n, since we already figured out the problem here in our homework.." Xiaojun finally sat beside you. "Can we now figure out what's between us? Because aside from this math problem, my feelings for you also make my head spin every night."

You closed your eyes. You cannot find the right words to say.

"Xiaojun, I-i-i.. was supposed to tell you everything. I was just so afraid that you might reject me. You know, you were a famous athlete in school, everybody loves you, while me.. i.. was just.. your friend."

"But you have been there since day 1. Why would I even need them?" Xiaojun smiled and you sighed.

He added, "Don't need those other numbers when I got my number one, who also said 143."

Poetic as usual.

"You know. Uh.. Shit. Xiaojun. I'm sorry. I-i have been so in love with you ever since." You stood up holding your face because of embarrassment. Xiaojun also stood up, held your waist to turn you around and face him.

You slowly placed your arms around his neck.

"So what are you gonna do now? I love you more than you do. You're mine now, idiot." He asked.

Your eyes seemed to sparkle as you were staring at your bestfriend-and perhaps who will now be your boyfriend.

"Let's study statistics again." You answered and chuckled.

"No, we're done with that. We should now apply it in real life. I wanna prove that we just came up with the highest possibility of ending up with each other." Xiaojun said and kissed you. You kissed him back, too.

Maybe, statistics is fun, after all.

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Author's note: Hey guys! This is my first tumblr fanfic! I did my best. Of course, I would prioritize my bias, Xiaojun. 😂 If ever you have any requests, feel free to message me!

I am also open for writing and proifreading services so feel free to approach me. Thanks!