#vamp!jimin

[binnieslilcheekies]

Blood In The Wind

chapter four ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── warnings; mature themes, arranged/forced marriage, sexual themes [at times], blood drinking, angst, all the good stuff ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── I nodded, but just as we started walking I heard someone call my name. I turned to look to see what it was, then seen a familiar face walk towards me with a smile. I smiled and turned around fully to accept the hug that was coming towards me. I laughed as the man that was taller than me wrapped his arms around me, I did the same. ‘‘Taehyung, it’s so nice to see you’‘ I said pulling away from the hug, careful of the glass of champagne in my hand still. I could feel Jimin tense up slightly beside me, ‘‘who’s this?’‘ he asked, slight bitterness in his voice.  The sound of his voice gave me chills, but made me confused. Why did he sound annoyed? ‘‘Uh, Jimin this is Taehyung, I went to highschool with him. He was the only person there that didn’t act like a snob’‘ I said with a laugh, still looking at Tae.  He chuckled slightly, ‘‘Yeah, it’s too exhausting to be one. So, what are you doing here?’‘  I raised my eyebrow, didn’t everyone here know why? Maybe he still just doesn’t pay attention to anything. ‘‘Ah.. That. Well, pretty much this is for me..’‘  Taehyung’s eyes opened wide in shock. ‘‘Wait, you’re the one getting engaged? Already? To Park?’‘ the shock, and slight disappointment in his voice was evident. Jimin scoffed and stood straighter,  ‘‘And why would there be a problem with that? What’s it to you?’‘ he retorted. Taehyung just shook his head. ‘‘Nothing, nothing.. I just thought she had better... taste.’’ he replied. Why was the tension between them so tense?.. It’s almost like they knew something I didn’t know.. ‘‘y/n, we’re going.’’ Jimin said, putting an arm around me and starting to walk back towards the hallway he gestured from before. I turned my head quickly, ‘‘Bye Tae!’‘ I said as Jimin walk with me down the hall. I turned to him in confusion for what had just happened.  ‘‘Why the attitude with him?’‘ I asked. Jimin just scoffed, ‘‘Am I not allowed to have an attitude now?’‘ he replied dropping his arm from around me, taking another sip of his champagne.  I rolled my eyes. ‘‘Jesus.. I only asked why the attitude.. No need to get bitchy with me, fuck’‘  ‘‘I just.. Don’t like the look of the guy. Okay? End of.’‘ he said as we still walked, eventually reaching another large door. We proceeded through, one of Jimin’s hands on the lower of my back.  I could tell there was something off.. ‘‘Where are we going anyway?’‘ I asked with slight confusion, he only replied with a smile as we descended a couple of stone steps, soon reaching a beautiful garden that was lit by the pale moonlight in the dark sky. ‘‘Wow.. How many gardeners does it take to look after this?’‘ I laughed, he shook his head, ‘‘Maybe 15? I’m not sure.. there’s too many’‘ I really shouldn’t be surprised anymore.  We walked around the rose garden for a while, talked about random things.. Of course he still sounded obnoxious but there was just something about him.. I couldn’t be actually falling for him.. Could I? We slowly reached back to the door we had come from, and then Jimin just stopped walking. I turned too look at him confused, ‘’Is everything alright?’’ I asked him. Jimin nodded, looked around a little bit before stepping just towards me. He picked a rose from a close by bush and reached into his pocket. Pulling out a small box and handed it to me. ‘’I’d much rather not having to do this in front of everybody in there’’ he said as I opened it, a ring. Part of me had butterflies, but part of me knew this was because he had to. We had to.  I laughed softly, ‘’at least you’ve got taste’’ I said, putting on the ring. Honestly, it was beautiful, small diamonds encrusted around a larger amethyst in the middle. After I looked up after a few seconds of admiring the ring, I seen him standing there with a rose.. He must have picked it while I wasn’t looking. We walked to the door, quickly due to the cold temperature the February night brought, and got inside to the empty hallway. ‘‘I get that you think I’m an asshole, but you’re going to have to get used to it.. I’ll try and not be as bad as I am.. but..I’m not promising anything. We’re getting married so.. it’s something you’re gonna have to deal with’‘ he said with a laugh and handing me the rose. I smiled and shook my head. ‘’Yeah, I guess I’m gonna have to learn to cope with you superiority complex’’ I said with a chuckle. Only a flower, but somehow, it was the most beautiful. As I took the rose, I felt a sharp prick on my finger. ‘’Shit.’’ I said, inspecting the finger that had just been cut because of the thorn on the rose. ‘’You should have looked at where you broke it off’’ I said with a laugh trying to pass of the slight pain it caused.  I looked at Jimin when he didn’t reply, and what I saw shocked and confused me. His eyes, not his usual dark brown, instead they were an icey white. Jimin stepped towards me, pushing me against the wall, leaning one of his hands on the wall beside my head. What the fuck is he doing.. I thought to myself.  He lowered his head down to my neck, after, sucking in some air. I could have sworn he growled.  Just then I felt my bleeding finger being brought towards his mouth, taking it in. ‘‘Jimin what are you doing?’‘ I said, panic clear in my voice but remaining quiet. He didn’t reply, instead, he kept sucking the blood from my finger.. No... This can’t be real.. Vampire’s aren’t real

[binnieslilcheekies]

Blood In The Wind

chapter one.. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── warnings; mature themes, arranged/forced marriage, sexual themes [at times], blood drinking, angst, all the good stuff. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───  Lying there, I could feel the morning sun on my face, sighing I got up slowly damning myself for not closing the curtains fully the night before. ‘’Why..?’’ I thought to myself as I closed the curtains. Another day, subjected to the bullshit of my family, if only I could have slept longer, avoiding having to deal with my controlling parents even just for a few hours. I looked at the clock. 10:30am. Not to early but early enough to want to crawl back under the covers and pretend to exist.  Just like clockwork, a knock on my door and was opened by my mother. I sighed quietly turning around to face her. ‘’What?’’, my voice cold and challenging. She just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, looking strangely dressed up for the current time. ‘’Why are you only awake now?’’ she asked, a slight snap in her caring voice. ‘’We have another meeting with The Parks. Get showered and dressed. We’re leaving in an hour, and look presentable.’’ and with that,  she was gone.  I sighed, louder this time. 21 years of age, and still getting treated like a child, still living here...I sat on the end of my bed and just threw myself back, staring up at the high ceiling of my bedroom. I wanted to scream.  I still can’t believe they’re making me do this.  Begrudgingly I stood up and headed to the shower. Fifty minutes later I came downstairs, the look of disapproval on both my parent’s faces. ‘’What took you so long? We have to be there in ten minutes!’’ my father said, already dressed in a dark navy suit and tie, my mother in a similar matching color dress. I rolled my eyes as I got to the bottom of the stairs, leading into the large hallway where they both stood waiting for me. ‘‘Well I’m sorry I’m not that excited in seeing a prick.’‘ I remarked, the sound of my heels clicking on the last marble step. My mother scoffed, ‘‘That is no way to talk about that young man, or anyone to do with that family for that matter y/n!’‘  ‘‘It’s true. He’s an obnoxious, stuck up prick, but you’re too blinded by what you want to get out of this.’‘ I snapped, clearly annoyed still with this situation.  ‘‘You still don’t understand? We’re both some of the highest status families in Seoul. We’re not going to tarnish our reputation by you possibly fraternizing with some broke, common person and ruining our bloodline.’’ My father said as he picked his keys up. ‘’Park Jimin is a perfectly good man, has a lot going for him, you’ll be lucky to be wed by him. Remember that.’’ he said as he turned on his heels and left the house, my mother gestured for me to follow him. I did as so, the sound of the heavy door closing as I entered the car, soon followed by my mother in the front seat next to my father. Well fuck...

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Made a cover for a vampire fic (not Monster *sobs*) I’ve been sitting on for years. Maybe this year?

[minyoongii]

1/?

There, standing a good ways away from The Basement’s entrance, is the hunter. Half of his face is illuminated by the glowing lights by the door, the other half cast in shadows. With this lighting, he's all sharp edges. The cut of his jaw like a knife with the way he’s got his head tilted back to rest against the wall behind him. If Jimin had been human, he wouldn't be able to tell that the man’s eyes are closed. A burning cigarette is placed nonchalantly between his first two fingers, embers a bright red against the black of night.

If Jimin had not hated the man, he’d admit to his attractiveness.  

What really gets him though is the hunter's wardrobe joice. He’s wearing a shirt that says “i'm the slayer”, with two bloody stakes forming a cross on the chest, underneath a black leather jacket and dark jeans that are ripped to hell - so much so that Jimin questions if the human bought them like that or if he was actually attacked by some other creature of the night that shredded them during combat and just said ‘fuck it, they're still fashionable’.

Again, if Jimin was not about to kill this guy, he’d probably wax poetic about the slope of his bared neck and pretty skin, the way his jeans hug his slim thighs. But, he is, so none of that is happening. Jimin is not even thinking of that. At all. Nope.

Jimin is so busy (not) admiring his looks that he doesn’t really process the shirt until the second time he rakes his gaze over him and how dare he.

How dare.

This asshole has been stalking him for weeks and here he is waiting for Jimin on the way home from his night job and the guy isn't even trying to hide it? He practically advertising it! All he’s missing is a neon sign pointing to him that says “i'm trying to MURDER you”. The worst part is he’s not even ready for a fight. He leaning lazily against the wall the a club, smoking with his eyes closed! The audacity.

Hot or not, he has got to go.

[eureka-its-zico]

Half Bitten: Prologue

Requested by: Anonymous A/N: So to the nonnie who requested this a few months ago when the vampire gif of Jimin first surfaced; I’m sorry. This scenario is like my life: all over the place and praying its headed in a good direction. I’m only doing a prologue of this because I’m not sure how it’ll be received, but I hope you guys find it somewhat enjoyable. Genre: Jimin x Reader Words: 1082 Disclaimer: As always, gif is not mine and belongs to its rightful owner! Warnings: Mentions of blood and sexual content.

Your head twisted to the side; a need to silence the next chorus of moans that the man between your thighs elicited from your lips with ease. Your hands gripping helplessly to the sheets as another orgasm overtook your body, sending it into a fit of shaking and mewling. The man at your thighs should’ve lost control of his hold on you, but his stone grip kept you immobile.

The only freedom you truly possessed was with your eyes. Your hands and arms indisposed and useless, barely able to contain their shaking and need to grab something tight. So you watched. The way his jaw worked at your smooth skin like a kitten kneading into his mother. His mouth eating greedily at your flesh, your breasts trembling as a shaky breath rolled through you.

For reasons you couldn’t explain, this was all you cared about. The unlimited bliss he gave you, until your body equally craved rest and for him to never stop. No alarms of fear or worry going off when dog teeth lengthened and sunk into the tender skin of your thigh, or the blood that delicately escaped from the side of his mouth.

You should’ve been terrified having a man you’d never seen before in your bed. Your bodies shamelessly bare and marked in small punctures you couldn’t fathom stopping him from making.

When he finally tore his pouty lips from your skin, you watched as his canines, no fangs, retracted. His tongue snaking out to remove the speckled dots of blood that painted his lips rosy. You were mystified as you watched him move his way up your still quivering frame. The muscles in his body moving beyond words of grace. A predatory glide that made his movements flow like liquid. His face angelic and soft; the sharp curve of his jaw and cheeks were softened by renaissance lips and gently framed almond eyes.

Finally, you were face-to-face and dark chocolate eyes looked down at you. As if all your sins were on display and he feed from all the bad you’d ever done. His hands molded around the skin of your waist; tracing a line down until it came to the hollow of your knee. His fingers circling underneath it to pull it up and against his waist, allowing his hips to bury between your legs. His tip teasing between your folds making you want to beg him to finally close that gap, to make you feel the completeness you’d felt like you were lacking until he found you. As if he could read your thoughts, a gentle smile coaxed his lips to rise, followed by the soothing brush of his hand against your cheek.

“Soon,” he promised in a whisper.

His fingers continued to trace along the edge of your jaw, dipping low until they hooked under your chin. The movement causing your neck to crane up against the pillow, his hand lifting up until his wrist was at his mouth. You watched in awe as his dog teeth reemerged with a soft flick like wings breaking the silence in the room. A gasp of unease crawled from your lips and you pressed your body hard against the mattress, as if somehow it would save you from whatever he held in store. He offered you no comfort, instead watching you as his fangs sunk down into the flesh of his wrist and blood spilled like dots onto your face. You went to move away, but a strong grip on your cheeks kept you looking straight.

“Shhh here,” he offered, bringing his wrist to your lips. “Drink.”

You looked up at him like he was insane. Your hesitation spurring his angelic features devilish as a fire sparked in his eyes that left you flinching.

“Drink.”

His demand left you little room to disobey him. Your hands reaching up to take his wrist, lips wrapping around the exposed wound moments later.

The taste of copper was immediate. The metal taste molten and hot on your tongue. You wanted to pull away, but he held his wrist firmly in place at your mouth. Not allowing you to pull away until he felt like you’d had your fill.

When he must have felt like you’d drank enough he took his wrist away and replaced it with his mouth. His tongue working your lips to spread apart until you were open for him to devour. His kiss hungry and consuming as his tongue liked against tongue, teeth, and lips to taste the remaining blood in your mouth.

Without warning, he entered you. A gasp that turned quickly into a heady moan as his length stretched and filled you. Your legs rising up to lock around his hips as he pulled out and slide back in. His hips thrusting at a place that left your mouth gaping and nails drawing bloody lines down his back.

“Flesh of my flesh. Blood of my blood,” he murmured against your ear.

You were so wrapped up in your orgasm building that you didn’t fully notice he was sitting up. That his body was rippling and his eyes bleeding into a crimson so dark it could’ve been obsidian. When you’d finally noticed it, it’d felt like it was far too late. His jaw expanding into fangs that seemed longer than a snakes. A scream of terror tore from you as he moved in a blur down for your neck.

The screamed followed you as you bolted upright in bed. Frantic hands feeling around a sweat drenched night shirt for any wounds around your neck. Your legs kicking off the remaining bedsheets to look between your legs for any sign that this wasn’t a dream.

The search ended with nothing like it always did, but it felt so terribly real. The second week in a row you’d dreamed about someone you’d never met and with each dream he got closer. Each dream becoming more intense and vivid. The unknown man getting closer each time and harder to resist, but it felt like you had to. Your soul depended on it.