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do i keep you up at night?
Major Tags: horror
Additional Tags: lovecraftian horror, cosmic horror, falling in love with an eldritch being and/or vice versa (?)
Do Not Wants: none
Prompt:
[FILL] shadow
Major Tags: DUBCON, tentacles, explicit sexual content, body horror
Additional Tags: jeonghan is an eldritch being. wonwoo is a freak. power imbalance. twisted human/monster romance.
Permission to remix: Yes
Inspired by the entirety of the song Shadow by F(x).
I'm going to be honest - I've never written anything like this. My brand of dark and twisted is pining men crying during sex. I can't explain or defend this. I also can't believe I'm actually going through with it and posting it to 17hols, laying my depravity at the feet of some of the writers I admire most in the community. Alas. Here we are. PLEASE heed the tags.
***
The streets are nearly deserted at this hour, quiet except for the faint hum of neon signs flickering above shuttered storefronts. Their distorted reflections pool on the rain-slick sidewalk, shimmering like spilled oil. An occasional car drifts by, tires hissing against the wet asphalt, but otherwise, the city feels dead.
Wonwoo, however, knows better.
He’s a little buzzed from the bar, tired after hours of half-hearted conversations with co-workers whose names he can never seem to remember, but his senses are still sharp. And so, he notices the shift in the air as he crosses the street, just a block away from making it home safely. The warning is subtle at first, just a familiar prickle of unease at the back of his neck. Most times, it’s easy enough to convince himself he’s imagining it, that the feeling of being watched is nothing more than a trick of his nerves.
Not tonight.
A sound comes low and faint, nearly drowned out by his own footsteps. Soft and wet, like something slick being dragged across the pavement. It’s enough to make his pulse quicken, the fine hairs on his arms standing on end, but he doesn’t change his pace. Speeding up would only make this more fun for the creature that stalks him.
“Don’t you ever get tired of this?” Wonwoo asks, not bothering to look back.
A giggle ripples through the air. “Tired of you?” Jeonghan purrs. “Never.”
Wonwoo exhales sharply and ducks into the nearest alley. The narrow passageway reeks of mildew, the damp, slimy walls illuminated by the weak light of a single, flickering bulb hanging above a boarded-up door. It’s dark, cramped, and grimy, but it’s private. Private-ish. Private enough for what’s about to happen.
“You know,” Wonwoo mutters, his voice steadier than he feels, “you could just ask me out like a normal p—” He stops himself short, the word sticking in his throat.Â
“Go on.” Jeonghan’s voice floats out of the shadows, deceptively soft. “Like a normal what?”
Wonwoo hesitates. The air suddenly feels heavier, colder, his skin pricking with a rush of adrenaline. His fight-or-flight instinct flares, but it’s useless. Jeonghan moves much faster than he ever could.
Before he can even blink, tentacles, slick and glistening, unfurl from the darkness. Two snap around his wrists, yanking his arms above his head and slamming him back against the filthy brick wall. The impact knocks the breath from his lungs, leaving him momentarily dazed, his chest heaving as he tries to recover.
The tentacles are impossibly cold, their surface textured like raw, wet flesh. The sensation is sickening, enough to jolt him back to full awareness. He thrashes, desperately trying to find leverage, but the more he struggles, the tighter they bind him. A violent shiver runs through Wonwoo, part disgust, part something far worse.
“Like a normal person,” he bites out, though the word feels absurd, especially now.
Laughter echoes down the alley as Jeonghan steps into the dim light. At first glance, he almost looks human. Almost. But as he glides closer, the illusion shatters. His skin ripples, shifting between translucent and opaque, veins glowing like molten threads beneath thin glass. His limbs are just a touch too long, his joints bending at unnatural angles, dark hair falling limp against his shoulders like strands of ink. His angelic face is wrong in ways that are hard to pin down—it’s as though someone has smeared his features, blurring the edges like charcoal on wet paper. Worst of all are his eyes: twin black voids that seem to devour the low light around them. They aren’t just looking at Wonwoo—they’re pulling, dragging him into their abyss, threatening to consume him whole.
“And ruin all the fun we have?” Jeonghan teases, leaning in close enough that his icy breath ghosts over Wonwoo’s face. “How boring.”
From the shadows behind him, a third tentacle emerges—thinner, more serpentine. It snakes forward, circling around Wonwoo’s ankle with a wet, chilling grip. He stiffens as it slips beneath the cuff of his pant leg, the cold sensation trailing higher and higher. Dread settles in his gut, but something hotter, deeper, stirs alongside it.
When the appendage brushes between his legs, finding him half-hard and leaking beneath the fabric of his underwear, shame hits Wonwoo like a punch to the stomach.Â
Jeonghan hums, a low, mocking sound, his head tilting with an unsettling, boneless fluidity. The tentacle flicks cruelly against the tip of Wonwoo’s cock, and Wonwoo’s vision splinters, the world around him cracking at the edges like glass on the verge of shattering.
“Stop,” Wonwoo gasps. It’s not an order. It’s a plea.
“Stop?” Jeonghan echoes, black eyes widening with feigned innocence. “But you’re already so eager.”
The tentacle winds slowly around Wonwoo’s cock, and the sensation is almost enough to drive him mad. It’s texture shifts as it slides down his length—soft as velvet one moment, rough like sandpaper the next, each change dragging a choked sound from Wonwoo’s throat. Another tentacle slips beneath his sweater, trailing up his torso with slow undulations. The ridged surface drags against his skin, leaving lines of ice and goosebumps in its wake.
It’s already too much, overwhelming and unbearable, and yet, somehow, not enough. It’s everything Wonwoo knows he shouldn’t want, and still, he’s growing harder, already coming apart at the seams. Each motion sends violent jolts through his body, like lightning searing through his nerves, sharper and brighter with every strike. It’s disgusting. It’s perfect. So fucking perfect. Nothing else, no one else, has ever come close to making him feel this good.
Wonwoo’s hips jerk forward, instinctively rolling into the pressure, a broken whimper spilling from his lips as his head thuds back against the wall. His glasses slide down his nose, the fogged lenses blurring Jeonghan’s monstrous form into a hazy, indistinct shape, and Wonwoo is grateful for it. It’s easier this way. Easier to lose himself in the sensation and not the horror of what’s happening.
"See?" Jeonghan murmurs, his lips brushing against Wonwoo’s. “You do want this.” His hand—if it can even be called a hand—grips Wonwoo’s jaw, spindly digits digging into his chin.
“I don’t,” Wonwoo whispers, though the words are brittle, hollow, even to his own ears.
Jeonghan’s grin stretches unnaturally wide, his mouth curling all the way to his cheekbones. “You’re a terrible liar.” His tongue, slick and too long, drags up the length of Wonwoo’s neck, lapping at the sweat gathering there.
Twisting away, Wonwoo bites down hard on the inside of his cheek, holding back a moan, but he can’t stop the tremor that runs through his body.
The tentacles continue to move. The one coiled around his cock tightens, stroking with an unnatural rhythm, shifting in ways that defy human touch. It’s impossibly precise. Calculated. Fluid. Another winds around his waist, slithering up his spine, its suckers latching onto each vertebra with a wet, obscene sound.
“You’re so perfect like this,” Jeonghan breathes, his voice reverent, almost tender. “Helpless. Mine.”
“I hate you,” Wonwoo spits, though the sentiment is weakened by the involuntary buck of his hips. “I hate this.”
Jeonghan laughs. "No, you don’t. You lead me here because you wanted this," he says, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating in the hollow spaces inside Wonwoo’s chest. “Admit it, Wonungie. Just say it.”
Wonwoo shakes his head, his hands clawing at the slimy brick behind him. The sensations are relentless, the ridges of Jeonghan’s appendages sliding against his most sensitive spots in a way that’s too much, too fast, too good. His knees buckle, but the tentacles hold him upright, pinning him firmly against the wall.
“Say it.”
Wonwoo shakes his head again, biting his lip until he tastes blood. The tentacles tighten their hold, squeezing, stroking, dragging him closer to the edge.
“Come on. Say it,” Jeonghan demands, his void-like eyes glinting with cruel amusement.
The tentacle between Wonwoo’s legs unfurls further, splitting into finer tendrils, each one working independently, caressing the most hypersensitive spots of his body. They stroke, pulse, and twist in perfect synchronization, pleasuring him from every angle. One coils tighter around the head of his cock, while another slips lower, wrapping around the base. A third presses against his perineum, slick and firm, sending a bolt of electricity up his spine. One more curls between his ass cheeks, circling, teasing. It flirts with pushing inside him but doesn’t—hovering, threatening, leaving him dangling on the brink, his nerves lit up like live wires.Â
“Beg me for it, or I’ll stop,” Jeonghan warns.
Wonwoo’s head swims, the fight finally draining out of him at the threat.
“Please,” he chokes, the word tumbling out in a desperate rush.
“Please what?” Jeonghan taunts, his grin widening. “Say it, Wonungie.”
"Please, don’t stop," Wonwoo moans, his eyes squeezed shut, voice thick with shame. "I… I want it."
Jeonghan giggles, the sound sharp and unnatural, like the tinkling of shattered glass. “Mmm. There we go. Good boy,” he coos.
The tentacles tighten in reward, their strokes quickening, and Wonwoo’s body jerks helplessly against them, every inch of him wrung tight.
Beside his head, Jeonghan’s long, curved nails scrape against the alley wall, the harsh sound setting Wonwoo’s teeth on edge. “Mortals are so sensitive,” he murmurs. “So addictive.”
Before Wonwoo can respond, another tentacle slithers forward, brushing under his chin and curling toward his lips. Wonwoo tries to turn his head away, panic seizing his chest, but the other tentacles hold him fast.
“Open,” Jeonghan orders.
Wonwoo hesitates, his heart hammering against his ribs, but, slowly, reluctantly, his lips part. The tentacle slides inside, its texture alien and slick, hot and pulsating. The taste of copper and rot floods his mouth, making his stomach twist in revulsion. He gags, his throat convulsing as the appendage wraps around his tongue, moving in rhythm with the ones stroking his body. The sensation is vile, invasive in a way that makes his skin crawl, and yet his cock only throbs harder, his balls pulling up tight.
The pressure in his middle builds rapidly from there, spiraling out of control. Every muscle tenses, his nerves burning with electric fire, until the pleasure sharpens into a blinding ache. It sears through his stomach, his chest, his cock—pushing him past the limits of what he can endure. He’s lightheaded, everything narrowing to the unbearable sensations overtaking him. Darkness begins creeping into the edges of his vision, he thinks he might blackout…
And then, the world explodes.
The release, when it comes, isn’t a release at all—it’s a violent unraveling. A ruining. His muscles lock, his lungs forget how to work, and for a brief, terrifying moment, he isn’t sure where he ends and Jeonghan begins. His body spasms uncontrollably as his orgasm hits, wave after wave of brutal pleasure crashing through him, breaking him apart piece by piece. He jerks against the wall, helpless as the tentacles milk every last shudder from him, keeping him trapped on the razor’s edge between ecstasy and agony.
Above him, Jeonghan moans, a low, guttural rasp, his head snapping back as though he’s consuming every pulse of Wonwoo’s pleasure, devouring it like a feast.
Just when Wonwoo feels like he might truly lose his mind, might actually die, the tentacles begin to withdraw, peeling away with obscene squelches, leaving behind sticky trails of slick. Their absence is almost as overwhelming as their presence, a sudden, jarring emptiness that leaves Wonwoo gasping.
Without anything to hold him up, his legs buckle, trembling and useless, and he collapses against the wall, sliding down in a graceless heap. His chest heaves with shallow, ragged breaths; his body is wrecked, twitching uncontrollably with aftershocks that won’t subside.
Jeonghan crouches beside him, studying him with an almost childlike curiosity, head tilting at an unnatural angle. He reaches out, his not-quite-hand brushing over Wonwoo’s sweat-damp cheek.
“See? Wasn’t that fun?” he says with a sharp-toothed grin. “I’ll see you again soon, my Wonungie.” It’s both a promise and a threat.
Wonwoo doesn’t respond. He can’t. His body feels hollowed out, his mind is in shreds. Shame squeezes his throat, the echo of what just happened lingering in his nerves, refusing to fade. It’s disgusting. It’s wrong. He should feel angry, violated, revolted.
He should hate himself for this. Should hate this vile creature.
But as Jeonghan melts back into the shadows, disappearing into the darkest corner of the alley, all Wonwoo can think about, in the sick, aching aftermath, is how badly he wants more.
ao3.
[REMIX] even my darkness will shine brightly
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Wonwoo becomes an eldritch being, Mingyu's kind of into it, consentacles, mild body horror, double penetration, explicit sexual content
Permission to remix: Please ask
This is not horror at all and far fluffier than I intended. I have no idea what happened.
***
Something changes the last time Wonwoo sees Jeonghan.
There's an itching under his skin that he can't shake off even after he takes more showers than is probably advised in a day. He scrubs his skin almost raw, trying to get rid of the feeling.
It bothers him until it doesn't. He wakes up one morning, a few days after he's been fucked senseless by Jeonghan, and the itching is gone.
He goes to work. He goes to the bar. He goes home. Life goes back to normal.
*
He goes back to the alley sometimes and waits for a monster. But Jeonghan never comes.
*
Mingyu is sweet.
Jihoon introduces him to Wonwoo at Hoshi's listening party. Mingyu is a model, Jihoon says. An electric jolt zips up Wonwoo's palm as they shake hands. Mingyu's hand is warm against Wonwoo's. His smile is warm too.
Wonwoo is surprised when Mingyu approaches him at the bar later on once the party is in full swing. He sits down beside Wonwoo, orders himself a whisky up, turns to Wonwoo and asks him what he does for a living.
"Hyung," Mingyu says as they're waiting for their respective cabs at the end of the night. It speaks volumes about the kind of person Mingyu is that Wonwoo allowed him to call him hyung on their first meeting. "Will you go out with me?"
I want to wrap myself around you and never let go, Wonwoo thinks, unbidden.
"Sure," Wonwoo says, out loud.
Mingyu grins at him and Wonwoo can see the flash of his canine teeth.
*
Wonwoo's appetite changes.
He still horrifies Mingyu with the amount of buldak he eats but these Wonwoo finds himself looking for something sweeter. Wonwoo still shudders at the taste of frosting. Chocolates are hit or miss but he hasn't found anything that exactly satisfies the need for something sweet in his mouth. Mingyu turns it into a personal side quest to find what it is exactly that Wonwoo is craving.
"You really don't have to do this," Wonwoo says as Mingyu presents him with chocolates he brought home from Paris Fashion Week.
"Yes, but I want to," Mingyu replies, pressing a kiss to Wonwoo's cheek. "I want to know everything about you."
"You're sweet, Min-ah," Wonwoo says, picking up a chocolate and popping it in his mouth.
Mingyu grins. "Maybe you should eat me then."
*
The buzz beneath Wonwoo's skin comes back. It starts from his back rippling from his shoulder blades to his arms and legs. It's no longer quite an itch but he feels something beneath his skin wants to be let out.
*
"Wonwoo?"
Mingyu's voice clears the haze in Wonwoo's head. He sounds scared. They were kissing just now. Mingyu had invited him over for dinner. They kissed in the kitchen, Wonwoo remembers. Then Mingyu led him to the bedroom. Mingyu laid himself out on the bed, asking Wonwoo to kiss him. Mingyu had taken off his shirt. Wonwoo had pounced and then.
Wonwoo opens his eyes.
Mingyu is pinned down on the bed. There are deep purple tentacles wrapped around his torso, his wrists, his thighs, his ankles. His legs are spread wide open, knees bent. There are pieces of torn fabric strewn across the bed, trailing down to the floor.
Wonwoo clenches his fists, trying to control himself but the action must make the tentacles coiling out him tighten around Mingyu's wrists and ankles. Mingyu whimpers.
Wonwoo rests his head on Mingyu's shoulder and breathes in, deeply. He breathes out.
"I - Mingyu," Wonwoo starts. He doesn't know what to say. He shudders. His tentacles, and there's really no denying that they're his, tighten again and Mingyu is lifted off the bed. Mingyu squirms in his grip, but he's not struggling. He's not trying to get out. Wonwoo wills himself to relax. Mingyu is back on the bed, but Wonwoo's tentacles haven't let him go.
"Are you going to hurt me?" Mingyu asks. Now that Wonwoo's looking at him, he sounds less afraid. His breathing is slow and his skin no longer feels as clammy.
"I don't want to hurt you." Wonwoo shakes his head roughly. "But I want to fuck you."
Mingyu relaxes in his hold, as if all he needs are Wonwoo's words to assure him. Wonwoo stares at him. How is he just okay with this? His mind flashes to the dark alleys, the reek of garbage and feel and the icy cool touch of Jeonghan's hands and appendages but also to metallic shame and explosive pleasure. He shudders.
Mingyu moves his hand to cup Wonwoo's cheek. The tentacle allows it. Wonwoo touches the back of Mingyu's hand. He wonders what Mingyu sees. Are his eyes pitch black? Is his skin rippling like ocean water beneath glass? Is there a horror lurking underneath his veins? Is he a monster?
But Mingyu's looking at him with gentle eyes. Far too gentle for someone who has just discovered his boyfriend has tentacles and is currently holding him captive. Wonwoo waits for the shame to take over him as they look at each other but with Mingyu, there is nothing but warmth.
"You can do anything you want to me," Mingyu says softly.
It's all the permission Wonwoo's body seems to need.
His tentacles move all at once. They lift Mingyu off the bed. The ones holding Mingyu's ankles spread his legs even wider, exposing his hole for Wonwoo.
Now that he's paying more attention, he realizes he feels so much more with his new tentacles. He can taste the salty tang of Mingyu's skin on the roof of his mouth. And beneath that salt, a hint of sweetness.
"Hyung, will you let me?"
Wonwoo tears his gaze away from where he's been watching his tentacles creep slowly up Mingyu's legs. Mingyu has his hand wrapped around one of the tentacles on his wrists. He's looking at Wonwoo imploringly, face flushed with arousal. His dick is hard and leaking beneath the huge tentacle wrapped around his torso. Wonwoo's mouth waters.
"It's the same for me, Mingyu," Wonwoo responds. "Anything you want."
What Mingyu wants is to put Wonwoo's tentacle in his mouth. Mingyu moans around it and Wonwoo gasps as the heat envelops him. Wonwoo's hips buck forward. He wraps his hand around his throbbing dick and squeezes, overwhelmed.
More tentacles spring from Wonwoo's back. Two smaller ones take hold of Mingyu's nipples, pinching and pulling while another one curls around the base of Mingyu's dick, the suckers pressing pseudo-kisses along the length. Mingyu sobs around the tentacle in his mouth. They all work in tandem, slithering along Minyu's body, leaving trails of slick in their wake.
Another tentacle comes out of him. It's slicker than the rest and goes straight for Mingyu's exposed hole. It presses in with ease. The tip can't be thicker than Wonwoo's fingers but it feels different from anything Wonwoo's experienced before. He pitches forward, crawling his way between Mingyu's legs to get himself closer. He watches the tentacle disappear inside Mingyu. He feels the tentacle in Mingyu's mouth push further too until Mingyu's moans are muffled. Unlike Wonwoo's dick, which can only go so far as where his hips are, the tentacle keeps going and Wonwoo watches, fascinated, as he sees Mingyu's belly expand, the rest of his body taut with pleasure. Mingyu is hot and tight around him, clenching and releasing when Wonwoo finally stops pushing.
Wonwoo might be wrapped around Mingyu but he feels Mingyu everywhere. His tentacles are sending hot waves of pleasure, spreading throughout his body. His entire body is lit up with pleasure.
Mingyu pulls the tentacle out of his mouth just so he can gasp out, "hyung, more, please. Fuck me with your dick."
Wonwoo's head snaps up. "What?"
There are tears in Mingyu's eyes, drool spilling down Mingyu's lips but his expression is one of absolute bliss. There's no hint of shame at all and it makes Wonwoo shudder for a different reason altogether. It's probably too soon to say it out loud, but Wonwoo thinks he might love Mingyu.
"Fuck me with your dick," Mingyu repeats.
Wonwoo pulses the tentacle in Mingyu's hole experimentally. Mingyu throws his head back and keens, hole clenching around Wonwoo. He starts to pull out but Mingyu grabs at his wrist.
"No, keep it in." Wonwoo stares at Mingyu, dumbfounded as he comes to understand what Mingyu wants from him.
"You're insatiable," Wonwoo whispers.
"Turns out my boyfriend has tentacles and a huge dick," Mingyu grins at him, apparently drunk on pleasure. He is radiant like this, skin glistening from sweat, mouth red and bruised from sucking on a tentacle. "Sue me for enjoying them."
"You…don't think they're horrible?"
"Nothing about you is horrible," Mingyu replies fiercely. His eyes are clearer now. He sits up easily, the tentacles around him have gone slack in the wake of Wonwoo's moment of worry. He takes full advantage of it, leaning up so he can kiss Wonwoo tenderly. Maybe Wonwoo needed Mingyu's assurance too.
Mingyu lies back and Wonwoo's tentacles wrap around him more firmly again, suspending him in the air, spreadeagle and preparing him for Wonwoo to take.
"You'll tell me if it gets too much?" Wonwoo rubs the inside of Mingyu's thigh gently.
Mingyu nods. "If you could talk me through it, that would be better."
Wonwoo chuckles at that, feeling much more confident now. He moves the tentacles so Mingyu's face is closer to him as he leans forward to whisper in Mingyu's ear. "You want me to tell you how good you are for me?"
Mingyu whines. Wonwoo takes that as a yes. He shifts Mingyu around again, stiffens the tentacle that had still been tucked inside Mingyu and starts to push his dick in. Mingyu's hands fight against the tentacles holding his wrists.
"Ah - ah - ah," Mingyu cries out. There are fresh tears in his eyes and his back arches even higher as Wonwoo gets in deeper.
"Look at you," Wonwoo marvels, pushing until his hips are flush against Mingyu's ass. "You're taking me in so well."
Mingyu squirms at the praise, rolling his hips down to fuck himself further on Wonwoo's dick and tentacle. He looks blissed out, eyes hazy and mouth slack.
Wonwoo pulls out and thrusts back in, hard. The noises Mingyu makes go straight to his dick. It's obscene the noises their bodies are making. The air between them is hot and Wonwoo is burning from within.
He grabs onto Mingyu's hips, pulling out and slamming right back in. He lets himself go, tentacles flexing all around Mingyu, squeezing his nipples, massaging his dick. He's completely wrapped around Mingyu. Wonwoo presses his fingers against where they're connected. Mingyu is so tight around him. He pushes a knuckle against Mingyu's taint, wanting to feel Mingyu's pleasure right now.
"Wonwoo!" Mingyu wails, coming all over himself. Wonwoo's mouth is flooded with the sweetness that he's been looking for for so long, finally satisfied.
The sight of Mingyu lost in his cresting pleasure pushes Wonwoo right over the edge and he fills Mingyu with his come. The tentacle inside Mingyu spills slippery liquid beside Wonwoo's cock, leaking all over and making a mess. He can't stop whispering how good Mingyu is, how good he feels milking Wonwoo with his hole.
Below him, Mingyu shudders through another orgasm, dick twitching and more come spurting out of him, before going limp.
Wonwoo lays Mingyu gently back on the bed, tentacles retreating back into him now that he's come. The buzzing underneath Wonwoo's skin is entirely gone. He lies down beside Mingyu and waits for him to blink his eyes open.
"Wow," Mingyu says, looking at Wonwoo. He doesn't say anything else and they rest like that for a while, breathing together.
Wonwoo musters up the courage to ask, "not too much?"
"You've ruined me for anyone else," Mingyu replies, smiling. "I'm never going to let you go."
"The tentacles…"
Mingyu tugs Wonwoo closer until they're nose to nose. Wonwoo goes cross eyed trying to keep eye contact with Mingyu. "I told you. Nothing about you is horrible."
Wonwoo thinks he might be ready to believe him.
Re: [FILL] shadow
also this particular part just lives in my head rent free:
the hesitation that lead to him not saying the word at all. jeonghan's taunting. i love it. thank you so much for filling the prompt!
[FILL] my conscience preserved
Major Tags: graphic violence, major character death
Additional Tags: non-idol au, horror, lovecraftian elements, blood and injury, explicit sexual content
Permission to remix: yes
***
this turned out more horror than monsterfucking, my bad.
filled & posted on ao3.