SUGAR BABY ✶ When They Spoil You

SUNOO BF TEXTS

— genre : fluff, humour — warnings : profanities — note : sunoo posted for ME to post sunoo bf texts. bc he's so bf. also my mind kinda went blank so two or three of these r inspired from pins esp that coma one

absolutely love this! keep up the good work!

5 SUNDAYS OF KINKTOBER

1ST MASS ♱ zhongli x fem!reader x raiden ei

homily — you’ve been the most devoted servant of the anemo archon since the end of the war, not noticing the heated looks by two gods that have followed you for millennia. in your moment of loss at the sudden slumber of barbatos after the battle with durin, they don’t hesitate to take the opportunity to convert you to their religion.

communion — comment or send an ask to be added to the taglist!

fem afab reader, dubcon, power imbalance, sub reader, praise, subtle manipulation, fingering, oral f-receiving, dom ei and zhongli, implied venti x reader

5 sundays of kinktober

Lingering stares, stolen glances, and every excuse taken to see even a single glimpse of you.

If Morax and Beelzebub’s affections for the Anemo Archon’s priestess could be summed up into a few measly words, it would be that. Were Barbatos a more sharing god, perhaps he wouldn’t have left his two good acquaintances to pine hopelessly for his most devout follower for the better part of two thousand or so years.

He is not someone who lacks empathy, nor someone who could even be called possessive, but there is something so delightful about the idea of depraving two gods of your attention, that which only he is permitted to have.

Alas, such greed and mischief will be his undoing.

“Sleep well, My Lord. I shall await your awakening however many centuries it may take.”

(Barbatos wakes up five hundred years later to his friend corrupted by the Abyss and the knowledge that his once-devoted priestess is now the wife of two Archons. He hears the tale of how two nations nearly went to war for your hand, but the only thing on his mind is how it would have been three had he been there.)

Keep reading

I’MA LOVE YOU, GIRL ✢ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝟖𝟓𝟐𝒾──── vamp!enhypen 𝗑 f!rea ✿ fluff 𓂋 kissing skinship ❞ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ｡ ⠀

𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

HEESEUNG ｡ he can’t focus on anything else but your bare neck. with his shirt covering your body, it’s hard for him to think straight. he is obsessed with you in his clothes. they are loose enough to bless him with the view of your entire collarbone, your soft skin shining under the daylight— it awakes something in his chest everytime.

he feels his heart pulse against his ribcage, the more his eyes linger on your sweet neck. when you decide to run your fingers through your hair, an hair tie between your teeth, he knees feel weak. dear god, he uses all the strength he has to not rush to you and mark your neck with his fangs as his when you tie your pretty hair into a ponytail.

JAY ｡ he swears he is doing everything in his power to focus. he tries to not let his mind waver in forbidden areas, he tries to keep his spirit from wandering too far in his imagination. he tries to calm the hugger than creeps in his stomach as you talk. but he has never been the kind to ba able to control himself, especially when it comes to you.

your words falls to deaf ears— and he isn’t proud of it. but with the way your alluring voice falls out of your pretty lips, his gaze cannot help but stare. his mind goes black as he drags his eyes down to your neck. without him realizing, his knuckles caresses your skin gentle, from your neck to your collarbones. he wakes up from his trance like state when you laugh, telling him how much it tickles.

JAKE ｡ after a long day, all he wants to do is come back to you and hold you in his arms. you are all that was in his mind during his day: your face, your eyes, your lips, your voice, your neck. you were running through his mind like a broken record, driving him crazy even when you are not near.

his first mistake is finding you in the kitchen, eager to give you a loving hug from the back. he feeds his craving for you by hiding his neck in the crook of your neck. for a second, he wants to sink his teeth in your flesh. despite his needy state, he decides to kiss your skin gently instead— controlling the monster inside of him.

SUNGHOON ｡ he feels his patience running low. he can hear his bumping loudly enough that it makes his entire brain vibrate. you have been getting ready for an hour now, and whenever his eyes wander to your direction you are getting prettier— while he is getting hungrier for you.

“do i look good?” he snaps his head to your direction, his pulse gets painfully higher when he sees you. you turn around, showing the back of your backless dress. his fangs get sharper when he sees your naked skin, your bare neck. he has to hold his hands together to not get up and bite you right away. he doesn’t know how much he can take.

SUNOO ｡ he makes you nervous without even realizing it. he has been staring at your for what feels like years now— his insistent glare forms a hole through your soul as your blushing face gets worse by the second. weirdly, you feel warmth take all over your body whenever you notice that he is still looking at you through your peripheral vision.

your lips burn and your neck tingles, exactly where he is looking at. you get ever more shy when he leans in, his breath is hot on your skin when he whispers, “you look good, sweetheart,” then he turns your head to his direction and kisses you to stop his rising hunger.

JUNGWON ｡ gets really touchy, beyond clingy and very clingy. the hungrier he gets for a taste of you and more he is going to find a way to be close to you. he is all over you as if he wants to crawl under your skin, as if he wants to melt into you— and to be frank, he really does.

“are you okay?” you ask, jungwon’s arms tightening their embrace around you. his face is buried in your neck and you can feel his heart beating so fast that it actually makes you worried. he grumbles, pressing your even closer to himself, “i just need you.”

RIKI ｡ he is pathetic— it’s written all over his face. he is so obvious with what he wants, with what he is hungry for. his beating heart goes faster whenever he merely thinks of you, he is barely able to do anything without getting weakened by the weight of his craving heart.

he gets red in the face every time he dares to look at you. he can’t keep his eyes from sliding down to your pretty neck and wonder what it would taste like to bite the girl he loves, to keep her with him forever. he looks away the second you look back at him though. when he is nervous, it makes you nervous too, “riki, w–what is wrong with you?”

분지 ܃ short because i don’t know if you guys will like this one ^^ i will write more vampire au if you want it ! 💌

Hair-swapped TWST Part 4

Another suggestion I really liked! Maybe it's just me, but I think both our boys here are slaying it's totally not because of my Jamil bias at all and I am appalled that you would even mention it.

I also just feel like Epel's hair would make like 80% of the cast look dashing. It's such a simple but flowy look that crops the face nicely, so I'm not surprised it looks nice on Jam!

I'm loving how these are coming out so please keep the suggestions coming!

Go Little Rockstar!! (2623 words) by jagirachas Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stray Kids (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know Characters: Han Jisung | Han, Lee Minho | Lee Know Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Canon Compliant, Explicit Sexual Content, Semi-Public Sex, Backstage, Wet & Messy, Come Swallowing, Oral Sex, Oral Fixation, have yaal seen that pic of han going to the broadcast station with his starbucks in hand, you will, no beta just vibes, I'm Bad At Tagging, Making Out, Blow Jobs, Drabble, this is a bit unserious, Face-Fucking, Dry Humping, Coming In Pants, Author Is Sleep Deprived Summary:

in which Jisung blows Minho backstage right after the very first performance of their new comeback

୨୧ 一 VAMPIRE!ENHA REACTION TO SOOHA HURTING THEIR PARTNER . . !

enhypen 0T7 — GENRE : imagines headcanon vampire au suggestive — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : mentions of blood, possessive — REQUESTED : by 🎧 anon! ☆ — enha masterlist

HEESEUNG :

The moment Heeseung stepped into the manor, he knew something was wrong.

The air had shifted. It wasn’t just the silence, it was too still, too heavy, like the calm that pressed in before a storm. The fire in the hearth had long since burned low, its embers barely glowing, and the shadows in the grand hall had deepened. He could smell it, fear, panic. And blood. Not like his own or his brothers’. No, this was warmer, sweeter, human.

Your blood.

He was across the room in a blink, his coat whipping behind him like smoke. His gaze fell on the smear of red staining the marble floor, and for a heartbeat, everything inside him went quiet.

“Where are they?” His voice was low, dangerous.

It was Sunghoon who answered from the corridor, eyes dark and jaw clenched. “In the study. With Sooha.”

Heeseung didn’t wait. The doors flew open under his touch, and there you were, curled against one of the high-backed chairs, trying to shrink into it, your hand pressed tightly against your side, blood trickling between your fingers. Your eyes snapped to him the moment he entered, wide and scared and shining with unshed tears.

But you weren’t afraid of him.

He was beside you in a second, kneeling so that he didn’t tower over you, his voice gentler now, but threaded with fury. “What happened?”

You opened your mouth, hesitant, but then he felt it, the chill in the room, the way the shadows coiled like smoke behind him, and Sooha stepped forward, face cold and unreadable.

“She provoked me,” she said simply. “She overstepped. I reminded her of her place.”

Heeseung stood slowly. “You… reminded her?”

Sooha tilted her chin, unapologetic. “She’s not one of you guys. She needed to learn.”

The silence that followed cracked like ice.

Heeseung didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t bare his fangs. But the air around him pulsed with ancient power, older than Sooha could begin to understand. His eyes, usually warm, playful, had gone dark.

“You don’t get to decide who belongs here,” he said, voice low and lethal. “She’s part of this coven. My coven.”

Sooha’s expression faltered.

“She bleeds, and I feel it,” he continued, stepping closer. “You marked her, Sooha. Which means you’ve marked yourself.”

For the first time, she backed away.

Heeseung didn’t move to strike her. He didn’t need to. With a single glance, he dismissed her, and that was a punishment in itself. His gaze returned to you, the fury melting into something softer, wounded.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his hands trembling slightly as he reached to touch you. “I should’ve been here.”

You shook your head, but he only looked more broken.

He carried you out of the room carefully, protectively, as if you were made of glass. And maybe to him, you were. A fragile, beautiful thing in a world too sharp for human skin. But you were his. And he would burn the night itself before letting anyone forget that again

JAY :

The storm rolled in just after dusk.

The manor creaked beneath the weight of wind and rain, shadows swaying on the walls like ghosts. Jay stood near the tall windows of the library, watching as lightning forked across the sky in silence. Storms usually brought him calm, clarity in the chaos. But not tonight.

Tonight, the air tasted wrong.

He hadn’t seen you all day. And you never disappeared on him.

Not without reason.

The search didn’t take long, he always knew where to find you when things hurt. An empty guest room on the second floor. The door was ajar, the light flickering. You sat against the far wall, arms wrapped tightly around your knees, like you were trying to make yourself smaller.

But what stopped him cold was the scent.

Blood.

Yours.

He was at your side in an instant, movements soundless, hands hovering just short of touching you, as if even the gentlest graze might hurt.

Your eyes lifted to meet his, rimmed with red, glossed with tears.

“Jay…”

His voice came low and measured, too measured. “Who did this?”

You didn’t answer at first. But the silence told him everything.

“Sooha,” you whispered. Human. Just like you. But clearly not harmless.

Jay exhaled through his nose, slow and silent, before standing to his full height.

Then he left.

No fury in his footsteps. No slammed doors. He moved like smoke down the halls, composed, precise, more dangerous than any roaring beast.

He found her near the grand stairwell, leaning against the banister, laughing quietly with one of the kitchen staff. Carefree. Unbothered.

Her eyes met his, and the laughter died.

“She was getting too close,” Sooha said, smoothing her hair. “To you. To all of this. She needed to remember who she is.”

Jay didn’t flinch. “And who is she?”

Sooha’s gaze narrowed. “She’s not like you. She doesn’t belong here.”

Jay’s hands clenched at his sides, but his expression didn’t change.

“No,” he said softly. “But neither do you, anymore.”

Sooha blinked.

“You don’t get to decide who belongs in this house.” His words cut like ice. “This place isn’t ruled by blood. It’s ruled by loyalty. By me.”

She tried to speak, but he continued.

“You put your hands on her. You crossed a line.” He stepped closer, voice like thunder hidden beneath velvet. “You hurt someone under my protection.”

Sooha’s smirk vanished.

“There won’t be a second time,” he finished.

And then he turned and left her there, no dramatic exit, no need for fangs or power. Just the silence of judgment falling like a blade.

When he returned to you, the storm still raged outside, but the worst of it had already passed through him. You sat where he left you, a fresh bandage now wrapped around your arm, eyes watching the doorway like you were waiting for him to breathe again.

He knelt before you without a word and placed his hands over yours.

“I should’ve known,” he murmured. “I should’ve stopped it.”

Your lips parted, but he shook his head gently.

“I don’t care what anyone else sees when they look at you,” he said, voice softer now. “You’re mine. You’re family here.”

And though he didn’t finish the thought, the words hung unspoken in the air:

If anyone ever forgets that again…

Jay wouldn’t scream.

He would simply make sure they remembered.

JAKE :

The rain hadn’t stopped all evening.

It drummed against the manor windows in a steady rhythm, washing the world in silver and shadow. Jake was in the solarium when he felt it, a shift, like the warmth in the room had been sucked out in an instant. He sat up straighter. Something in his chest prickled. A pull.

He followed it.

The halls were quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that held its breath.

He found you in the sitting room, curled up on the window seat where the rain could kiss the glass just inches from your face. You didn’t look up as he approached, but you didn’t need to. He saw the way your shoulders tensed when you sensed him, when you knew it was him.

Then he saw the red.

It bloomed beneath your sleeve, staining the delicate fabric. A smear down your forearm. Your hand clutching the wound like you could keep it from spilling further.

Jake’s heart stopped.

He knelt before you without hesitation. “What happened?”

You didn’t answer at first. Your lips trembled, not from pain, but from holding back the truth.

He reached out, fingers ghosting over yours, grounding you. “Who did this, love? Please.”

Your voice was small. “Sooha.”

His stomach twisted.

“Sooha?” he repeated, disbelieving. “She hurt you?”

You nodded, eyes wide. Not with fear of him. Never of him. Just with the ache of betrayal. “She said I needed to ‘know my place.’ That I didn’t belong here.”

Jake’s expression shuttered.

He stood.

There was no rush to his steps, but his presence filled every corridor he walked. Warmth had always clung to Jake like sunlight, but now, it was gone. Replaced by something colder. Sharper.

He found Sooha in the hallway just outside the drawing room, her arms crossed, her posture defensive even before she turned to face him.

“She’s not one of us,” Sooha said before he could speak. “She walks around here like she belongs. Like she’s one of you.”

Jake didn’t answer right away. He just looked at her. And in that stillness, there was a terrible silence.

“She does belong here,” he said finally. Quiet, but resolute. “Because I say she does.”

“She’s just—”

“She’s mine,” he snapped, cutting her off for the first time in his life. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was final. It rang through the air like the slam of a coffin lid. “And you hurt her.”

Sooha faltered.

“I don’t care if you’re human or vampire. You don’t touch someone I care about and think it’ll go unanswered.”

Sooha shrank under the weight of his fury, because Jake’s rage didn’t roar. It scorched. It bled from him like heat from the sun, overwhelming and impossible to ignore.

“If you ever go near her again,” he said, stepping forward just once, “you won’t get to walk away from it.”

He left her standing there, stunned and pale, the thunder outside masking the tremor in her breath.

When he returned to you, you looked up as if expecting the storm to follow him, but when he reached you, it was only with soft hands and an aching expression.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, pulling you gently into his arms, careful of your injury. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve stopped it.”

You pressed your forehead against his shoulder, letting his warmth sink into you, feeling the weight of his guilt.

“She said I don’t belong here,” you whispered.

Jake pulled back just enough to cup your cheek, his brows drawn low.

“You belong with me. That’s all that matters.”

And he meant it.

He’d keep you close, now, closer than before. Not because he didn’t trust the world, but because he’d never forgive himself for letting it hurt you again.

Not when he could burn for you instead.

SUNGHOON :

The manor was hushed.

Not silent, no, silence was expected in a house full of immortals. But this hush was something else. Tense. Like the shadows themselves had paused mid-breath, waiting.

Sunghoon felt it the moment he stepped through the front doors. He stopped in the entryway, white snow melting in his hair, on the shoulders of his coat. Something was wrong.

And then he scented it.

Blood.

Warm. Familiar.

Yours.

He vanished from the spot in a blink.

He found you in the music room. You always loved the soft light there, the way it spilled in through the tall windows. But now, you were tucked into the corner like you wanted to disappear, legs drawn up, sleeves pulled down to hide the red still leaking through the fabric.

Your hands were shaking.

He said your name, barely a whisper, and you startled, but when you saw it was him, your eyes filled, brimming with unspoken pain.

“I’m okay,” you breathed.

You weren’t.

He crossed the room in seconds, sinking to one knee in front of you. When he touched your wrist, it was gentle, but his fingers were ice-cold.

“Who did this?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.

A name floated between you like smoke.

Sooha.

His stillness turned dangerous.

Sunghoon didn’t move for a long beat. And then he rose.

When he found her, still in the front hall, talking too casually with another vampire, he didn’t speak right away. Just looked at her with the weight of a glacier behind his gaze.

“You hurt her,” he said at last.

Sooha’s smile was thin. “She’s human. She needed to learn her place.”

Sunghoon tilted his head slightly. “sooha, you're also a human.”

ignoring his words she continued, “She acts like she belongs here.”

“She does.” His voice was razor-sharp now. “She belongs here more than you do.”

The temperature in the hall dropped.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“You don’t get to mean or not mean. You laid hands on someone under my care.”

His eyes gleamed now, not with rage, but something colder.

“Do you know what that means?” he asked, voice dropping to a whisper. “It means I saw it. Every bruise. Every drop of blood. You made her bleed, and now you owe me.”

He didn’t raise his hand.

He didn’t need to.

He stepped forward, and the air warped around him like it was trying to recoil from the power he held beneath that composed exterior.

Sooha didn’t speak again.

She couldn’t.

Later, when he returned to you, you were still in the music room, but your eyes were closed now, the storm outside humming against the glass.

He sat beside you silently, taking your hand in his without a word.

“I didn’t want you to be upset,” you whispered.

He didn’t answer right away.

Then: “She won’t touch you again.”

You looked at him, and the flicker in his eyes softened just enough to let the real Sunghoon show through, icy and elegant, yes, but with a devotion that ran deeper than any wound.

“I don’t care what blood runs through your veins,” he murmured, brushing a hand down your arm. “You’re mine. That’s the only thing that matters.”

And in that moment, the storm beyond the manor walls felt like nothing compared to the fury he had already silenced, for you.

SUNOO :

The manor always felt different at twilight, golden light dripping through stained glass windows, shadows curling like paint on the floor. Normally, it suited Sunoo. He liked beauty, liked warmth, liked the world when it was soft and slow.

But tonight, the light felt wrong.

Muted. Stained.

Because the scent of your blood clung to the hallway like a bruise.

He found you in the small sunroom, sitting on the window bench where you used to watch the stars with him. But you weren’t watching anything now. Your knees were drawn to your chest, your sweater sleeve soaked with red where it pressed against your side. You were shivering, not from the cold, but from something deeper. Shock. Fear.

He dropped to his knees in front of you.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, hands flying to yours. “What happened?”

Your lashes fluttered as you looked at him, guilt swimming in your eyes. “It’s not that bad—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

His voice was soft, but it cracked like glass.

And then you whispered the name.

Sooha.

He froze.

Something inside him shifted. His spine straightened. The warmth in his eyes faded, not into anger, but something quieter. More lethal.

“Stay here,” he said, brushing your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “I’ll be right back.”

He stood, smoothing his coat like a prince about to attend a royal execution.

And then he went.

He found Sooha near the grand staircase, laughing lightly with one of the others. But her laughter died the second she saw Sunoo’s expression.

“Why do you look like that?” she asked.

“Did you touch her?” he asked. No preamble. Just a whisper, sweet and sharp.

Sooha’s lips thinned. “She was overstepping. This place isn’t hers.”

Sunoo took one step closer.

“You laid hands on her?” he asked again.

“She needed reminding,” Sooha said, shrugging. “She’s just—”

“Say human again.” His voice cut through the air like a blade. “Say it one more time like it makes her less than you, and I swear, I will make you regret ever walking through these doors.”

Sooha blinked. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“No.” His eyes were glowing now, pale and dangerous. “I’m being merciful.”

He didn’t lunge. Didn’t shout. But the pressure of the air changed. The light dimmed like the manor itself was siding with him.

“You don’t get to touch what’s mine,” he whispered. “You don’t get to bruise her skin and walk away like it didn’t matter.”

And then, his voice cracked, just slightly.

“She trusted you.”

That was the worst of it. The betrayal.

Sooha flinched. But Sunoo had already turned his back.

When he returned to you, you were still by the window, hugging your knees, but the moment you saw him, your face crumpled.

“I didn’t mean to cause trouble,” you said.

Sunoo sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your frame, gently drawing you into him. “You didn’t,” he said softly. “She did.”

You leaned your head on his chest.

“Sunoo…”

“I don’t care what anyone says,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “You belong here. With me. And no one, not even someone like her, gets to make you feel like you don’t.”

His lips brushed your temple.

“I’m not like the others. You know that.” His voice was quieter now. “If someone hurts you… I don’t forget. I don’t forgive.”

And when he pulled you closer, you realized just how far he would go to protect you.

Even from the ones who shared his blood.

JUNGWON :

The rain was falling so hard it drowned out the sounds of the manor itself.

Jungwon stood by the upper landing, staring through the tall windows at the storm outside, his fingers absently drumming against the banister. The others had gone quiet, too quiet. Even the usual echo of footsteps or low conversation had vanished beneath the thunder.

Something was wrong.

He could feel it before he smelled the blood.

The moment it hit him, your blood, he moved.

He took the stairs two at a time, shadows peeling back around him as if they knew to make way. When he found you near the library corridor, slumped against the wall with your hand clutched to your shoulder, his entire body went still.

You looked up at him, lips trembling, eyes wide and glassy with hurt.

“Jungwon…”

He dropped to your side immediately, his coat sweeping around you like a shield. “What happened?” he asked, voice low, calm, but behind his gaze was something burning.

You hesitated. Your fingers tightened over your wound.

“She was upset,” you whispered. “I think, she didn’t like that I’m here. That I’m… like her.”

It only took him a second to understand.

Sooha.

She had always been the only human in a house full of predators, had always carved a place for herself in the quiet spaces they gave her. But you weren’t just another human. You were soft. Kind. Honest. You made space for everyone, and without even trying, you’d drawn the one thing Sooha never could.

His attention.

“She said I was a pet,” you added, voice small. “That you’d get tired of me eventually.”

Jungwon inhaled slowly. Exhaled.

And stood.

He found Sooha in the sitting room, drying her hair with a towel, watching the storm as if she hadn’t done a thing wrong.

“Jealousy,” he said, his voice startling her. “It’s ugly on you.”

Sooha turned. “She doesn’t belong here, Jungwon. She’s not even—”

“Human?” he cut in, tilting his head. “Last I checked, so were you.”

“She’s different,” Sooha snapped. “She’s weak. You act like she matters more than the rest of us—”

“Because she does.”

The words were simple. Unapologetic.

Sooha reeled, mouth parting in disbelief. “Are you serious? You’d throw me aside for someone who’s been here five minutes?”

“You threw yourself aside,” he said, stepping forward now, eyes sharp enough to cut. “When you laid a hand on her, you made that choice.”

The weight in his voice turned the air electric.

“She trusted you,” he continued. “And instead of protecting someone like her, you tried to break her. Because you couldn’t stand being replaced.”

Sooha flinched.

He didn’t scream. Didn’t even raise his tone. But the storm outside seemed to echo his judgment.

“You’re not part of this coven anymore,” he finished. “Leave. Now.”

Sooha opened her mouth, but the finality in his stare silenced her.

When he returned to you, you hadn’t moved from the floor. He knelt and brushed your blood-matted hair from your forehead, hands steady but reverent.

“She’s gone,” he said quietly. “She won’t come near you again.”

You swallowed hard. “I didn’t want to cause a divide”

“You didn’t,” he said. “She did.”

You looked away, but he gently guided your face back to his. His touch was soft, but there was something fierce in his gaze.

“I don’t want you to doubt your place here,” Jungwon said. “Not for a second.”

“But I’m just—”

“You’re mine.”

His voice was calm. Grounded. And terrifyingly certain.

“And I’ll protect you, always. Even if it’s from one of our own.”

The storm outside roared on. But wrapped in his arms, you finally felt safe.

NIKI :

The manor was restless.

It wasn’t the storm this time, no thunder, no rain. Just a hush that crawled over the old halls like dust, heavy and unnatural. Ni-ki felt it the moment he woke, that eerie stillness that pressed against the windows and seeped into the walls.

Something had happened.

He moved fast, instincts tight and sharp, trailing through corridors that felt colder than usual. It wasn’t until he passed the eastern gallery that he caught the scent.

Blood.

Not vampire.

Yours.

He was running before his thoughts caught up. And when he found you in the alcove behind the staircase, curled in on yourself, your back against the stone wall, trembling, his breath caught in his throat.

“baby—”

He dropped to his knees beside you, panic flaring behind his eyes as he reached out, hands hesitating just before touching you. You looked up slowly, face pale, eyes rimmed with tears, and when you saw it was him, you exhaled in relief.

“She—” you whispered, and your voice cracked.

Ni-ki didn’t need the rest.

“Sooha,” he said under his breath, venom sharp on his tongue.

You nodded, barely.

“She said I don’t belong here,” you continued, and he could hear how hard you were trying not to cry. “That you already had a human. That I was just… taking up space.”

His jaw clenched.

“She pushed me. Hard. I hit the railing on the way down.”

He looked at your side, where the fabric of your shirt was stained dark. He inhaled shakily and stood.

“Don’t move,” he said, and his voice, usually playful, teasing, soft, was quiet and cold.

He found Sooha in the drawing room, alone. The moment she saw him, her expression twisted, defensive, smug.

“She’s fine,” she said before he even spoke. “Don’t be dramatic.”

Ni-ki didn’t speak.

He just stared at her.

“That human shouldn’t be here,” she added. “She doesn’t get it. She’s always following you around like some lost puppy—”

“Don’t talk about her.”

His voice dropped like a blade.

Sooha blinked.

“You laid hands on her?” he asked, stepping closer, his aura rolling out like a rising tide. “Because you were jealous?”

“Ni-ki, you don’t even know her that well. You’re just—”

“I know enough.”

His tone was flat. Final.

“You hurt her,” he continued, quietly. “And I don’t care what excuse you think you have. That’s not something I’ll let go.”

“She’s human,” Sooha snapped. “You’re a vampire. She doesn’t get to take up space in your world like it’s hers.”

“She doesn’t have to,” Ni-ki said. “Because it’s mine. And I chose her.”

Sooha flinched like he’d struck her.

He didn’t linger. He just turned and walked out, his footsteps muffled but certain.

When he returned to you, you were still where he left you, eyes a little duller, your breaths shallow. He crouched down again and helped you sit up properly, this time letting his hand rest gently on your back.

“She’s not going to come near you again,” he said. “I made sure of it.”

You looked at him, surprised by the seriousness in his voice.

“I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“You didn’t,” he said. “She did. And she’s gone now.”

You blinked slowly, the weight of everything finally hitting you. But when Ni-ki noticed your lip trembling, he reached out and wiped at your cheek before you could fully cry.

“I’m bad with this stuff,” he murmured. “But if you’re hurting… I want to know. I want to help.”

Your eyes met his.

“I care about you,” he added, voice softer now. “A lot more than I let on. So don’t shut me out, okay? Don’t disappear on me.”

And then, barely above a whisper:

“You’re mine, too.”

Not a demand.

Not a claim.

Just a truth, quiet, unwavering, and carved into the dark.

Word count : 4138 | serapharua, 2025.

Carrying the Dorm Leaders

Part one // two // three

— Octavinelle

— Scarabia

// omg dont mind that this took a month i literally forgot how i drew the first batch T T reblogs are appreciated!!