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× in which Lord Namjoon has a way with words.

× Namjoon x reader

× vampire!au

× words: 1.2k

× warnings: suggestive / this is really short but i just wanted to give you guys something because I haven’t updated in a minute (i just started back school i think I’m gonna throw myself off the nearest rooftop xoxo)

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“I could break you.” He chuckled, the scrape of sharp fangs against your neck setting light lines in your skin– “It would be easy, you know. Simple, even.”

He licked over the evidence of his ministrations with a gentleness that was a stark difference from his words and entirely unbecoming of the leader of the largest clan in Asia. But here, in the refuge of his quarters (all dark velvet and leather, mahogany wood and black marble), with the curtains pulled tight together and the door shut, he was as soft as he allowed himself to be.

“You humans are always so soft,” he continued, voice a murmur. A hand unconsciously drifted over your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He shifted you on his lap, nose in the crook of your neck and arms winding and tightening around your waist. Should the urge arise, you would have a hard time removing yourself from him – though it was highly doubted that you would wish for such a thing. “Your bodies grow and grow until eventually…”

He breathed in deeply, your scent invading his senses in such a way that he was sure that he had found his own slice of heaven.

“…Though in the 1500 years I’ve roamed this earth I can safely say I haven’t met one quite as… alluring as yourself.”

“I’m sure you say that to every human girl that stumbles onto your lap,” you said, smiling, and he laughs.

“No human girl has ever lived long enough,” he said. The thought should scare you, but it doesn’t. The truth is that the reminder that Namjoon could quite easily crush anything that he wanted to only served to make you feel safer. Protected. He would never lay a finger on you in a way that was meant to harm. You knew that.

“My love,” he cooed. “My flower. You have done what many could never. I had, admittedly, accepted a mate-less eternity before you came along…”

You grinned and reached behind you to intertwine your fingers. His hand habitually cupped your cheek, and you leaned into it as if it was second nature.

“When the time comes, we’ll be together,” he finished. A wistful smile played on his lips, and you fought the urge to lean forward and close the gap between you. “Forever.”

“It would suit you better not to,” you teased, though there’s a sort of solemn seriousness that lingers in the gulp that followed or in the lick of your lips. His smile flickered, and in his eyes you caught a glimpse of the infamous RM, whose reputation made even the most brave of men tremble at the knees. How you had tamed The Monster, you would never truly know. “I only meant… Of course, one more versed on the ways of your people… It – it would make more sense.”

“Sense is the last thing I’d expect my human lover to have,” he retorted smartly. His humour was short-lived. “You didn’t fall in love with me for sense – nor did I for you.”

The silence that followed hung heavy in the air. You allowed yourself to savour the feeling of his arms around you and the steadiness of his lap underneath you – the feeling of his breathing (which he didn’t need) moving his chest ever so slightly. Everything he did calmed you without any effort; it was easy to think that he was made for you. Long ago, however, he had been made for another.

Salea, her name had been. She was the perfect vampire; pale, thin, the perfect height (short, but not too short). Her hair hung around her porcelain face like sheets of platinum, and her eyes rivaled the beauty of the coast just hours from your home. They had been promised to one another since they were babes; Namjoon, with his important family and important role in upholding its reputation, and Salea, with her wicked charm and equally as important family. It hadn’t quite turned out like they had planned; Namjoon had woken up after a blood and lust-driven night with a human girl in his bed that he didn’t have the urge to kill. She smelled delightful, something he couldn’t get enough of, and in the days that followed his strange escapade he found himself more irritable and ruthless than he usually was. It wasn’t hard to realise that it was because he had (after hundreds years of considerable doubt) found his mate.

It had taken a lot of fighting to simply get to where you both were now. Salea and her family had put up a fight when they learned that the nature of your relationship wasn’t one of a pet and master. He loved you.

“Enough of this talk,” Namjoon suddenly grunted, lifting you as if you weighed nothing and setting you on the floor in front of him. “Come. There are better things to concern ourselves with.”

These ‘better things’ he spoke of were traipsing the gardens. You were dressed in little more than a thin, sheer nightgown, but Namjoon’s maids averted their eyes respectfully and tittered on; he walked a few steps behind you, admiring the shimmer of your skin in the midday sun, the colour of the flowers against your flesh – and he knew in that moment, almost painfully, that he would never tire of you.

“I am not a flower in your garden to stare at, Lord Namjoon,” you teased when you caught his eyes lingering.

“Though you out-bloom them easily, my flower.” He grinned. He caught up to you with no effort, holding your waist with one arm. He walked so smoothly that it was hard to not think that he was simply floating along. “I have every possible species of blossom in my gardens, but I’d rather admire you.”

He always had a way with words. From the day you met him it had been apparent – in fact, in the State-sanctioned books handed out every year, they referred to him as the Silver-Tongued Lord. He outspoke his enemies, wove his words like fine threads of gold that wrapped around their throats and threatened to constrict if they disobeyed his will. Terrifying, admittedly, but it had secured his place in the world.

“Silver-Tongue,” you mused, though he could hear your accelerated heartbeat and sense the blood pumping beneath your cheeks. “You make your ladies weak in the knees.”

“I can make you weak in the knees with different methods, should you wish…”

His lips trailed up your neck and you could only find it in yourself to giggle as he nipped playfully at your pulse point–

“S-sire!” A voice squeaked. You held back a yelp yourself, biting your lip in an effort to dim your smile. Namjoon barely reacted to the blushing maid who stood before you, hands clasped and gaze lowered as if she had stumbled upon you–

“L-Lords Taehyung and Jimin wish for your presence in the parlour, my Lord,” she said breathlessly. “Shall I inform them that you’re… otherwise preoccupied?”

“No, no,” Namjoon said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Stay here, my flower. I will be back to tend to you later.”

And with another peck to your lips and a look of his dark eyes, he left you amongst the flowers trembling like an inexperienced maiden at the promise of what was to come – after all, they called him Silver-Tongue for a reason.

Monster | 01

Credit: @g-a-b-j-o-o-n ’s art used and edited with permission. Written for A & B’s ( @bang-tan-bitches ) Halloween Fic Challenge.

Prompt: “Haven’t you seen horror movies?” + Basement, Vampire, Control - Halsey Rating: T for Tame. Warnings: Language, blood drinking

Word Count: 3,717

Summary: Namjoon as a vampire and you’re locked in a basement with him. For you to escape, he first needs to feed.

The walk to the church was lonely and quiet. The only sounds were your footsteps through the fallen leaves, occasionally snapping a twig or kicking a pebble. Just three hours. Your friends, Mino and Hoony,  would be nearby in case anything happened. You exhaled slowly, slowing down your galloping heartbeat. You couldn’t afford to panic or freak out now. There was 100,000 won on the line that said you wouldn’t do it. Like hell. That money was yours.

The front doors were chained shut, but rain and time had rusted them over, making it easier to break with the butt of your flashlight. The door needed an extra shove to get open, but you got in.

The air was stale and stunk heavily of mildew and mothballs. The plumbing must have backed up. Or maybe the whole building just needed to be demolished. Why hadn’t anyone torn the place down? It hadn’t seen use in years. It was on public property just outside of the city. Maybe someone with a penchant for history bought it. You cleaned off a pew and sat down in a blanket Seungyoon had given you once it was clear you weren’t going to back out of this silly bet.

The first hour went by quickly. You spent most of it on your phone, watching YouTube videos. Once your battery got to thirty percent, you switched to power saver mode and read a book you’d downloaded.

It was when you’d gotten to the third chapter that you heard something. A low, haunting wail. What. The. Fuck. Without your phone to drown out the ambiance, it was hard to pretend you didn’t hear it. You held your breath and waited.

A faint groan echoed through the sanctuary.

A chill ghosted over your skin, and you stood up, torn between running for the door or checking it out. It could have been a cat or some other small, non-murderous animal. Yeah, no. It was more likely to be someone who’d gotten stuck somewhere and heard you come in. If there was someone else there, Mino promised to let you off and pay half. But he’d come in to check. Running out without checking would mean you wasted your time. No reason to believe it’s a ghost just because it’s Halloween. Dammit.

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love bites | k.n.j

⇢ pairing(s): vampire!kim namjoon x reader.

⇢ word count: 1.3K.

⇢ rating: 15+.

⇢ genre: fluff, slice of life!au, established couple!au, vampire!au.

⇢ summary: in a tiny hotel room, the night before your sister’s wedding, and namjoon is having a tough time resisting you—his teasing little human girlfriend.

 ⇢ warning(s): please read! mentions of blood, blood lust, fangs, mentions of sex, light mentions of divorce, tooth rotting fluff.

⇢ author’s note(s): happy valentines day everyone!! remember how joon said in that one v-live that we’re basically his lovers, well on this special day, I present to you… your vampire boyfriend joonie!! I hope you enjoy sweet babies, now don’t mind my drowning myself in lindt chocolate.

“joonie, if you want to bite me—just say so,”

your soft voice filtered through the thick air filling the room and namjoon had to force himself not to look up, knowing that he’ll give into you if he does. it wouldn’t take an idiot to know that you were pouting at him from across the room, the thought had the vampire squirming in his seat. thoughts of him nipping ever so slightly at the soft, plushness of your lips just enough to draw blood— swirled in his mind, putting him on edge.

of course he wanted to bite you, he always did, but today he needed a little more self control than usual.

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Bleeding butterflies - OT7 vampire au

This was supposed to be written one way but then it became softer than what I originally planned.... oh well. Fluff and angst below

“Sweetheart don’t stray too far,” Hobi mumbles into your hair as you pull away from him to find a bathroom.

A hand grabs yours as you stand, “shall we come with you?” There’s a serious expression on Yoongi’s face filled with concern that makes you roll your eyes with a smile.

“I’ll be fine Yoongi,” you reassure him but he doesn’t look convinced.

“You know what to do if you need us sweetheart,” Jin says.

“Yell for you, I know,” you say. “Guys I’m just going to the bathroom, stop over worrying.”

Yoongi kisses the hand he holds and lets it go, “It’s you precious, we can’t help but worry.”

You shake your head at their concern but smile, love spreading across your chest at the yearning gazes on you. You hated they thought you were so fragile but in their world you couldn’t deny that you were compared to them.

The lights are dim in the club, you were all out tonight because Jimin wanted to drink and dance for his birthday. It was 11pm and you wanted to be in bed, but watching the Taehyung and Jimin on the dance floor amongst other bodies, enjoying themselves, made the loss of sleep worth it.

Jimin spotted you, gazes finding each other as if spotlights were on you both, the blood bond worked like that sometimes. He smirks, tongue gliding over his lips without breaking eye contact as he moves his body with lust, no one could move their hips like Jimin and he knew it.

You ignore the blush building in your cheeks at his stare and look away, walking towards the back of the building where the bathrooms are located. There are swarms of bodies around you, Friday night proved to be the busiest, slurs of sounds surrounded you but you couldn’t make out a single word, a thousand scents invaded your senses. You couldn’t understand how they could always find you no matter how chaotic the background, your beating heart was the only sound they bothered to tune into, they were addicted to the way you smell, so sweet like the blood in your veins, mouthwatering, tempting, a fruit they would never allow to be forbidden from taste.

“Just a bite,” the words you’ve heard so many times from 7 men was now uttered by a foreign voice that stood out amongst the crowd. You spot it’s owner hunched by the entrance of the restroom, clutching his throat in pain as his red eyes begged you for blood.

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