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pairing: han jisung x female reader

word count: 3.2k

genre: vampire au; college au; friends-to-lovers

warnings: swearing, blood, biting (’tis a vampire fic, after all), i don’t know how to describe this beyond “feeding - gone wrong! gone sexual!”, sexual content

summary:

You sigh, and tilt your head a little more to the side. Slowly, you bring one hand up to curl a finger around your collar, tugging it down to reveal the smooth, bare skin of your neck. “Come on, Count Dorkula. Snack time.”

Jisung gulps – like, visibly gulps – as his eyes follow your movements. He’s utterly transfixed by your neck, lips parting at the sight.

this is part of the six month drabble event!

prompts: “Quit it or I’ll bite.” “I just like proving you wrong.”

“I’m hungry,” Jisung whines, letting his phone drop face-down into his lap.

Those aren’t words you should ever want to hear come out of a vampire’s mouth - especially when you’re sitting only a few feet away from them.

Common sense would tell you that you shouldn’t be so calm. It would tell you to run, possibly screaming, and arm yourself with a wooden stake and a big bulb of garlic.

You don’t do that.

Instead, you sigh loudly, not looking up from your chemistry notes. “How sad for you.”

pairing: chan x fem!reader

warnings: smut (+18), virginity lost, corruption, use of words slut and whore, praising

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he knew you were innocent. and that drove him absolutely crazy. his pretty little innocent angel. that’s how he called you and when it made you blush, he wanted to scream out of frustration. the thought about him turning you into his own little slut was so endearing. being the first one to make you cum and the first one to see the look on your face when you reach your high. be the first one inside you and the first one who ever laid his hands on you.

he is yours and you’re his. that’s how it is and how it will be. but chan would never do something without your consent or anything that makes you uncomfortable. he’s waiting and he’s patient. although there are times where he just wants to bury himself deep inside of you because everything you do was making him horny. but he knows that the day will come and he’s waiting for it.

and it did come. you walked up to him, playing with your fingers shyly and not looking up to him “channie, i want to do it”

“do what?” he looked at you curiously, hoping that you meant exactly what he imagined right now.

“well… you know”

and he knew. that’s why he’s deep inside of you right now, trying to make you reach your third orgasm tonight. your moans and screams were like music to his ears, your scrunched face and closed eyes was a sight he wanted tattooed on his brain forever. “channie” you whined, grabbing onto his biceps and slightly digging your nails in his skin.

“you’re doing amazing my angel” he praised you, kissing your lips which you immediately responded more desperately, making him smile into the kiss. 

“so desperate, so cute” he cooed looking at you. you looked so fragile under him yet so eager to cum again. chan felt ecstatic, his once innocent girl turned into a such a whore in a matter of seconds and it was all for him and because of him. 

“chan… i will cum again” you moaned, throwing your head back, giving easy access for chan to mark your neck, which was exactly what he did. 

𝐖𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧…

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4.8k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Strong language, vampire mythology, references to slavery and imprisonment, themes of freedom, graphic descriptions of sexual content, vampiric activity and references to drugs, reference to blood as an aphrodisiac, feelings of isolation and abandonment, regrets, reminiscing, consistent threat and fear, adult content and underlying themes of horror throughout.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Chapter II of Sanguis Limerence: Awakening™. See Chapter I for story description.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Shifts in perspective from third to first person | Self-insert, female reader x Bang Chan | Self-insert, female reader x Lee Know (All members included)

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐕: Contents List | Chapter I | Series playlist | Sanguis Limerence™ | Sanguis Limerence: Origins™

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: © August 2021 by jl-micasea ​

Freedom.

A concept familiar to most people, though their applications of the word might vary.

Some take freedom in its’ literal sense. Of physical space, room to move and to live. Some find true freedom in their right to speech, to speak out loud and voice opinions without fear of judgement. Others find freedom in emotion, to feel things as they come and act on them accordingly.

For you, freedom meant something distinctly less.

Truthfully, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt it. At least, not since you’d met them.

The vampire clan that had taken residence in a grand old mansion on the outskirts of the city had taken the liberty of restricting your freedom within mere moments of your meeting.

On orders of the all-powerful Worldwide Association of Human and Vampire Affairs, you found your attempts to meet said orders thwarted on nearly all fronts when you were taken captive, held in the opulent estate against your will.

Detained as you were, you had nothing more than silence and dust bunnies for company.

Granted, that hadn’t lasted.

With the rising and setting of the pale silver moon, things had changed, as they were bound to. A lone, undefended human in a vampire estate wasn’t to go ignored for long.

Before rational thought or sense could intervene, you found yourself entangled with them. Rapports were built and trust established, and in the end, you considered them to be as close to your heart as any adopted, dysfunctional family could hope to be.

Though two vampires in particular struck your interest.

The fearless, blonde leader and the reckless redhead.

cw: sex work, webcam sex, masturbation

Thinking about camboy!Chan getting all bashful just like he does on vlive, hiding his face from the camera, even as he jerks himself off for hundreds of strangers. He streams all snuggled up in an oversized hoodie and when the praise from chat gets to be too much for him, he tugs the hood over his face to hide. Every once in a while, he’ll peek an eye out playfully from under the hood to check the chat, then promptly tug it back down like a wanton little game of peek-a-boo. It’s telling that even with his cock right out, heavy and hard and leaking cum, the whole chat is still begging for just a glimpse of his face.

Non idol! Bang Chan X fem! Reader

Part of the Heart wants what it wants Anthology

Prompt #7. “Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.” 

1.2k words, Breakup AU

“You shouldn’t be here.” Chan seemed about to shut the door in your face, his face shadowed by the darkness of the apartment’s hallway, but a sneaker-clad foot wedged between the door and frame stopped him. Backing away from the door, you watched as his eyes finally darted up to look at you…through you. 

“Can we talk?”

“No, I have nothing to say to you.” he refused to look you in the eye, still staring at the floor. You swallowed thickly, willing yourself to not cry- not now, not again-

“I- I need to talk to you. Please.” You stayed rooted to your spot, hoping against hope that he’d agree, not slam the door in your face. You owed it to him. To explain. To try…

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: Mentions/references to addiction/drugs; Ex to Friends With Benefits; language; established dom/sub dynamics; choking; slapping (only once); Chris calls reader a slut like…twice; spanking; fingering; daddy kink; praise; unprotected sex; use of a safeword; aftercare; lowkey toxic relationship

A/N: this is over 3k words - i really went off, even tho this is very badly written

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Addiction is a very real thing. It can be subtle; it can be obvious; it can be a drink, a food, an action, a drug; addiction can even be a person.

Though, addiction can never be painless. You don’t feel it at first; it’s like it’s not even there. The good feeling will always outweigh the bad feeling…until one day, it doesn’t. It’ll start as little things: a mask to hide your broken heart when you agree it isn’t working out, a scoff when you see him talking to the girl he used to talk so much trash to you about, a pain in your chest when you see him winking and obscenely making out with other girls in the hallways of the English building or up against a tree in the quad. 

This was probably the worst type of pain, though. You let yourself crawl back to him each and every time he called; you came when he beckoned, in more ways than one. How you got into this situation, you couldn’t precisely recall, but you were stuck. Stuck with him.

You knew you should get out of this situation, but he was too good to get rid of. He was too good at what he did for you to walk away. He had you wrapped around his finger, and you knew this, yet you never did anything to break away. You were his, and you both knew.

pairing: bang chan/reader

word count: 2.5k

genre: romance, historical fantasy au

warnings: steam (literally), sexual tension you could cut with a knife, great appreciation for chan and his shoulders, idk the thunderous mv made me feel things

summary:

He didn’t take long to melt under your gentle attentions, letting out a small sigh as you massaged his scalp, fingers occasionally sliding down to his temples to slowly ease away the tension built up there.

“You’re good at this,” he remarked, eyes drifting to a close.

part of the six month anniversary drabble event!

prompt: “can i do your hair?”

“He’s occupied at the moment. Specifically requested that no one disturb him.”

The guard to the bathhouse wasn’t budging. In a way, you wanted to commend him for being so committed to his orders.

If only that thoroughness wasn’t directly stopping you from doing your job.

“Chan also ‘specifically requested’ I go straight to him the moment I got news on the Haeju mission,” you told him, standing firm. “And guess what I have?”

“If it’s urgent,” the guard replied. “I can pass on the information.”

° pairing: chan x female reader ft. jisung

° genre: angst, drama, lots of sadness? a little melancholic too

° warnings: major character death, mentions of a car accident, the reader is sick, this is a tragic one so please don't read if you are sensitive to character death :(

° word count: 662

° synopsis: your fiance dies in a car accident and everything seems to lose its meaning. you were sick, lost and alone. at least that's what you thought until you found out jisung has left one last gift behind. what you didn't expect was having to ask his best friend for help along the way.

✉ a/n: should i say i suck at synopses again? because i definitely do. apparently i'm unable to write my essay which is due in two days so i'm writing another fic instead. well, this is supposed to be the prologue of a series that i'm working on rn, i hope i don't give up this time 😭 it's based on the song dancing with your ghost by sasha alex sloan so it'll definitely be sad with a lot of angst. feedback and asks are appreciated 🥺 if you are reading this i hope you like it!

Chan still cries some nights. There are those where he can't stop thinking and gets up to make a cup of tea, or just sits in the armchair beside your bed while watching you shift in your sleep. In others he finds himself admiring your paintings scattered around the room, wondering how long they would still be there, leaving your imprint in every corner of the house, filling the entire space. Would they last long enough that he could show them to the baby later? The idea that you would cease to exist makes him uneasy, desperate to say the least. Not that he can let it show. Maybe that's why his sleep hours decreased with each passing day.

genre | fluff, angst, smut, catgirl!reader x master!chan

tags | porn with some plot, use of the honorific ‘master’, use of pet names ‘kitty/kitten’, size difference (small female), use of restraints, breeding kink, blowjob, creampie, some priase + degredation, slight brainwash, power imbalance therefore possibly dubcon [feel free to tell me if i need to add more]

word count | 6818

warning | mention of kidnapping, mention of arson, brief mention of forced reproduction, brief mention of side-character death 

note | breeding kink and “good girl” go brrrr 

The sound of your metal chain unlocking was a delightful sign of your freedom. It was finally time for you to escape, to leave this shabby hut you have been thrown into after being captured from your village.

What used to be eternal peace in your happy little village—the humble abode of all cat people that was located to the side of the enchanted woods, very close to the river steams, and a little farther away from the protection of the Elder Tree—was shattered one quiet night. 

Everything came suddenly and unexpectedly. Just in the morning, you and your other cat friends were chatting and throwing your agile bodies into the clear rivers to catch fish. You and your family had an amazing dinner, and you tucked your little siblings to sleep before heading to your room for slumber. Everything was fine until one quick moment—a bomb or several fire arrows, then your home got lit into Hell.

How do you come back from hurting the ones you love?

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.4k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Strong language, vampire mythology, themes of persecution and coping, isolation and abandonment, supernatural elements, stalking, yearning, secrecy and scheming, references to slavery, implications of destitution, adult content and underlying themes of horror throughout.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Chapter I of Sanguis Limerence: Awakening™. In the aftermath of the mansion attack, a deal struck with the devil restricts you to captivity once again. The vampires you called family are misplaced, the vampires you called lovers, lost. Yet among the broken spirits and vagrant souls, a sliver of hope still remains. For where there is life, there is the promise of a new home, new memories to be made and secrets to be uncovered… ones that will change you forever. In this sequel, experience a journey of betrayal, redemption and self-discovery, told from three different viewpoints.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Shifts in perspective from third to first person | Self-insert, female reader x Bang Chan | Self-insert, female reader x Lee Know (All members included)

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐕: Contents List | Sanguis Limerence™ | Sanguis Limerence: Origins™

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: © August 2021 by jl-micasea

How do you come back from hurting the ones you love?

Apologising is probably a good start; I suppose it’s where most people would.

Throw in a fuck-ton of grovelling and promises of reparation, maybe a flogging or two. Depends on the person. And the century, actually.

I could do all that. Take a leaf from the book of a decent, better person and hope that what worked for them will somehow work for me too.

But I won’t.

And not because I’m stubborn.

I just know that any apology I could give or any grand act of contrition I could conjure wouldn’t even begin to smooth over the cracks I’ve chiselled into the hearts of the people I care for.

Make no mistake, that’s how things should be. I know I don’t deserve to be forgiven for the things I’ve done.

I’m a black belt when it comes to beating myself up.

I question myself, the decisions I make. I analyse situations again and again, and once more for good measure, because that’s the only way I’ll know for sure I’m doing the right thing.

That’s my responsibility, for as long as I can remember. To do the right thing by my clan and by anyone else that might cross our paths.

Because doing the right thing, might one day make me a good person.

That’s how it all works, right?

So how do I still manage to fuck everything up? How do I still bring pain and suffering to those I try to protect, despite my best efforts?

I’ve had a lot of time to think about that, the last few months. To think about everything, actually.

I’ve come to something of a natural conclusion, I think.

I ruin everything I touch because I’m not a good person.

It’s really as simple as that.

I act on selfish emotion and petty desire. No matter how hard I might try, no matter how many ‘right’ things I do, I’ll forever carry this blackened stain on my soul. I’ll forever be cursed with this endless thirst, an arid dryness to my throat that can only be quenched through inflicting pain in some form or another.

And that’s only if I don’t lose control.

Those might sound like excuses. In a way, they are.

I make excuses for what I am, for what I’m capable of, hoping that humans might one day see me as more than a walking, talking leech. Hoping that they might see me… like she did.

I wasn’t always like this – fearful and uncertain. Once upon a time, I embraced myself.

Boss.

Wolf Among Us Animation.