He's Just Like Me Fr

He's just like me fr 😊

But like I "accidently" read this one before any of the other parts of nightwalker and I'm so lost so I have to read the rest for context

(I'm avoiding my responsibilities)

Hyuck while going into detail about his squirty-erties

HELPPPPP THIS MADE ME GIGGLE SO HARD

yn can’t be mad at him, he’s literally just a squirty guy 🥺

(ew that was so gross soz chat)

Y'all are getting fed again tonight (technically tmr bc I set them to come out at 12 am)

I hope y'all like appalachian werewolf o.de as much as I do 😞

THE BLOODSHED SERIES 01

gaon x vampire!reader

wc: 2400

tags: @zynz0 @seungseung-minmin

warnings: blood (duh), biting, switch jiseok, light temperature play (reader has cold hands), thigh riding, unprotected sex, jiseok is a bit of a masochist

Tonight was going to be a long night. You knew from the moment you stopped at a red-light and saw the moon looming overhead. It peeked out from under the clouds, as if it was trying to warn you of something. You brush the feelings away and chalk it up to it being one of those nights in October.

The cool air blows in through your window as you drive, it blows harder as you accelerate to the speed limit before you cruise smoothly down the city-lit freeway. Your phone dings, and you know you shouldn't check it, but you've admittedly got into a bad habit of doing so. You see a text from Jiseok.

His sentences are crafted without formality. You'd became close friends with him and his group after working with them since debut. The company tried out other producers, but the music never charted as well as when you worked with them.

All he said was basically he'd arrived at the studio. You two were going to work late at night to work on a new song. The rest of his band had done their work for today, but Jiseok had a couple of other things in mind he wanted help getting out before he forgot them.

That's where you, the producer, come in. He's good with technology, yes, but no one knows the specific software used to piece their songs together like you do. You also didn't mind being out at night, it felt more natural to you. Upon your arrival, the brisk air caresses your body when you step out of the car. When you enter the building, most of the lights are off. Your footsteps echo as you make your familiar path to the room you often shared with Jiseok and his team.

You open the door to the rather large studio. The lights are all off except for a desk lamp that illuminates Jiseok who's hard at work writing down his ideas. He hears the door creak as you open it and he looks over to you, pushing his glasses up.

He welcomes you with a smile and you smile back at him. The room isn't tense, but feelings that have been hidden boil beneath the surface. You're close to all of the members, but something is just different about Jiseok. He understands you and he always matches your energy. When you're with him you feel a click lock you in place every time like that's where you were supposed to be- Where he is.

He leans back and stretches in the chair, letting out a low groan before standing up.

“I've got a lot to show you!” He says proudly and excitedly. He makes his way over to the guitar racks and picks out one of the many they've accumulated. You walk over to the desk, seeing papers with tabs written down. Some are messily scribbled out, other papers are crumpled and thrown to the side. A few others have lyrics. The top page has the final tabs. You've learned enough about instruments to know what to expect to hear.

You hear Jiseok yelp and you snap your gaze over to look at him. He sighs as he looks at his palm. One of his guitar strings snapped and grazed his hand. A fresh wound stripes his palm, his hand is painted red with blood. You gulp, smelling the metallic scent.

“You ok?” He asks, noticing you appear a bit disturbed by his cut.

“Yeah, are you?”

“I'm fine” he holds his hand up, trying not to let the blood spill into the floor. You could feel your fangs aching to taste his blood, but that would probably scare him. You put your hands under his, cupping the blood that falls from his hand. You carefully lead him to the bathroom and he washes his hand off in the sink.

“Blood type O?” You ask, able to tell by the scent. You didn't know this wasn't a normal skill.

“Yeah… how did you know?” He sounded a bit concerned.

“I could smell it, can you not?” This was all new information to you. Seeing his concerned look made you nervous.

“No- How would that even be possible?” he starts looking a little worried. You smile awkwardly- your next mistake.

“Your teeth,” Jiseok’s breath hitches. “Are they real?” He asks, unsure of what to say.

“What?” You ask. You're confused, but you also want to try to cover up what you revealed. It was too late.

“Vampires aren't real… are they?” His voice is quiet, merely a whisper echoing in the bathroom. You look away, averting his gaze.

“This isn't some kind of prank is it?” He asks, trying to make sense of the situation.

“No” is all you manage to say. The fear that overtakes you drowns out the enticing scent of his blood. You look at his reflection in the mirror. He doesn't seem terrified. Instead, he lifts his hand up, a smaller pool of fresh blood in his palm. The scent is overwhelming.

“Taste it,” he doesn't sound scared in the slightest. You look at him, making sure he's certain about this.

“Go on” he's more curious than anything as he nudges you to taste his blood. He's always had a thing for you, infact, he had plans for how he wanted things to go tonight. They're still on the same track, yet somehow completely different.

You lock your lips on his hand, swirling your tongue over the wound. You savor every drop of his warm blood. He grabs your face with the hand you're sucking on, holding onto your cheeks as you lick him clean. Unbeknownst to you, he revels in the feeling, wishing things would go a bit further. He can't let the moment end here.

“Was that enough? Do you need more?” He asks. He's somewhat concerned for your needs, but his offer is more selfish than not.

“I'm alright,” you stay modest, not wanting to push him past his limits, even with his kind offers. He doesn't believe you though, still seeing the hungry look in your glowing red eyes.

“I'd be my honor to have you feed on me.” His words make you blush.

“Your hand isn't gonna bleed enough for something like that” His eyes light up. It's almost as if that's what he wanted.

“Then… take it from my neck” He notices your eyes widen, a bit taken aback. You were incredibly turned on at the thought, but you weren't expecting such an offer.

“I trust you,” he says firmly. Jiseok gulps and steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He can feel a tingling sensation in hopes of where you'll bite him. His lips part ever so slightly so he can try and recenter his breath. Your gazes lock on each other, the magnetism undeniable.

You reach your hand up, cupping his face. You brush your thumb over his lips, to which he blushes. You bring him in, satisfying the pull between you. His lips are soft against yours. You wrap your hands around his neck and he tightens his grip on your waist. He responds eagerly, kissing you back with passion. The heat builds between you two. Jiseok kisses with desperation. It's as if he's been holding this back for some time.

His tongue poked at your lips gently, asking politely to be let in. You granted him access. He explores your mouth, letting his tongue occasionally swirl over your sharp fangs. His blood is rushing downward at a terrifying rate. You pull away from the kiss. Looking at his already plump lips so swollen and red fuels your desire.

He looks at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen. They add to his already enticing lips. He bites his lip for a second as if to prepare what he wanted to say.

“What is it?” You ask. Your brows furrow with curiosity and sympathy.

“More,” he whispers just over his breath.

“Patience, Jiseok. Let's get back in the studio, it's more comfortable there.” he nods eagerly, following you back into the studio. You two find yourselves on the small leather couch across from the desk. He's practically in your lap within seconds. He holds onto your shoulders for stability as his head is thrown back while you suck dark love bites into his skin.

The way he breathes so loudly is arousing. You finally latch onto the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into his soft flesh. He winces in pain, but the tension quickly dissipates into pleasure. He writhes in your grasp, desperately searching for any friction.

He straddles your lap, starting to roll his hips. He presses his clothes erection against your crotch, dragging it up your lower stomach. He continued humping your lower torso as you sucked the blood from his neck.

He didn't bleed heavily at all. All of his blood had gone down to his cock, leaving little for you to drink. He's already dizzy, not enough blood up top for him to think straight. You grab his hips, stopping his movement. He looks down at you, pouting.

“What was that for?” he whines, still trying to run his hips into you. Without replying, you hook your fingers onto his waistband. You look at his face. He's looking down, eyes sewn shut out of shyness. You unbutton his little black jeans, inching them down until they're at his knees. His cock stands up more freely now, only restrained by his boxers. His chest is rising and falling heavily.

You rub his hips, feeling where the bones end and his slutty little waist begins. You run your hands up his sides, pulling his shirt up in the process. His abs are visible as his chest heaves up and down. He reacts to every movement of your icy hands on his body. He tenses when you press your frozen fingers against his nipples. He squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw. You can't help but smile, he's such a sensitive boy.

You finally take off his shirt, revealing more of his body to you. He's so pretty on top of you. His lips are parted as he tries to slow his breathing. It's time to start teasing him. You smirk as the thought arises in your mind. He doesn't see it as his eyes are still pressed closed. You drag your hands down his torso, getting a feel for his muscular body until your back at his hips. You've long since abandoned the fresh wound on his neck. The marks from your fangs have already scabbed over.

His eyes open in surprise as one of your hands travels below his hips, inching ever so closely to his needy, wet cock. You can see a wet spot forming on his boxers from the precum.

“You're already making a mess of yourself honey,” you say in a voice of false sweetness. You run your hand down his cock, getting a feel for him. He tenses at your touch, his back arching into you.

“Can't help it, I need you,” he chokes out his words. He's whiny and his voice is raspy.

“I thought we only agreed to let me feed from you?” Your words frustrate him. He whines.

“But I need you!” You smirk at his begging. He lowers himself, pressing himself against your thigh. He's humping you again, getting off on your thigh. Only a minute passes before he's huffing. He can't form words and he's close. You grab his hips again, earning a disappointed whine from Jiseok.

He lights up however, when you remove his boxers and help him stand up. He wiggles out of his pants before helping you undress. He has to take a step back and admire you when he sees your body. You swear he started foaming at the mouth as you saw his pupils dilate.

You giggle, sitting back down on the couch. He softly lifts your legs over his shoulders as he kneels into the couch. He positions himself at your entrance, pushing in slowly. Once he's in, he places a hand on your back to help hold you up. You grip the edge of the couch as he starts moving.

He shakes as he tries his best to thrust in and out of you, but you feel too good around him. He falters at first, but he gains composure as his orgasm builds. He thrusts in and out of you, chasing his high. You reach up, cupping his face with one of your hands.

One look at you and his body shudders, choking back his moans. He can't cum yet, he hasn't made you cum. He releases your back, his other hand is holding him up. He runs his fingers gently down your leg that's propped up on his shoulder. You tense as he approaches your core that he's already fucking into.

He doesn't touch you though. Instead, he brings his fingers to your mouth, placing his middle and ring finger on your tongue. After you wet his fingers, he brings them to your clit and rubs fast circles on it. His touch sends electricity through your body.

You grab onto his neck for support, rolling your hips along with his rhythm. Your grip is painful and slightly restricts his breathing. Your fingertips dig into the bruises you'd made earlier. The pain sends shockwaves down Jiseok's spine. He pulls out as fast as he can, letting his cum spill on your bare torso. He rides your stomach through his high until he's finished.

Through all of it, his fingers don't falter. You're just as close. He finally brings his other hand off of the couch and sticks them in his mouth to wet them before burying them in your pussy. He immediately goes in with two. He's curling his fingers in you and the other two are still running your clit.

The knot in your stomach breaks, flooding your body with pleasure. Feeling your walls suck his fingers in when you clench boosts Jiseok's ego and he keeps going until you're convulsing and whining for him to stop.

He removes his fingers, sticking them in his mouth with no time to waste. He savors the taste of you on his tongue.

“Let's make a deal” he says, sucking each of his fingers clean. You look at him curiously, situating yourself to sit up straight again. He looks confident and slightly mischievous.

“You can use me to sustain yourself if I can use you to sustain myself,” he looks at you, scoping out your reaction.

“It's a deal”

Please send reqs so I can avoid my responsibilities 😊

I wanted to stay up late again but I'm so eepy 😞

LITERALLY SAME

I'm so nervous about my jiseok drabble but at the same time I wanna release it now😭

Omg 8 more hours until my first kinktober is released 😍 idk if I can hold myself back from posting it today 💀

THE BLOODSHED SERIES 01

gaon x vampire!reader

wc: 2400

tags: @zynz0 @seungseung-minmin

warnings: blood (duh), biting, switch jiseok, light temperature play (reader has cold hands), thigh riding, unprotected sex, jiseok is a bit of a masochist

Tonight was going to be a long night. You knew from the moment you stopped at a red-light and saw the moon looming overhead. It peeked out from under the clouds, as if it was trying to warn you of something. You brush the feelings away and chalk it up to it being one of those nights in October.

The cool air blows in through your window as you drive, it blows harder as you accelerate to the speed limit before you cruise smoothly down the city-lit freeway. Your phone dings, and you know you shouldn't check it, but you've admittedly got into a bad habit of doing so. You see a text from Jiseok.

His sentences are crafted without formality. You'd became close friends with him and his group after working with them since debut. The company tried out other producers, but the music never charted as well as when you worked with them.

All he said was basically he'd arrived at the studio. You two were going to work late at night to work on a new song. The rest of his band had done their work for today, but Jiseok had a couple of other things in mind he wanted help getting out before he forgot them.

That's where you, the producer, come in. He's good with technology, yes, but no one knows the specific software used to piece their songs together like you do. You also didn't mind being out at night, it felt more natural to you. Upon your arrival, the brisk air caresses your body when you step out of the car. When you enter the building, most of the lights are off. Your footsteps echo as you make your familiar path to the room you often shared with Jiseok and his team.

You open the door to the rather large studio. The lights are all off except for a desk lamp that illuminates Jiseok who's hard at work writing down his ideas. He hears the door creak as you open it and he looks over to you, pushing his glasses up.

He welcomes you with a smile and you smile back at him. The room isn't tense, but feelings that have been hidden boil beneath the surface. You're close to all of the members, but something is just different about Jiseok. He understands you and he always matches your energy. When you're with him you feel a click lock you in place every time like that's where you were supposed to be- Where he is.

He leans back and stretches in the chair, letting out a low groan before standing up.

“I've got a lot to show you!” He says proudly and excitedly. He makes his way over to the guitar racks and picks out one of the many they've accumulated. You walk over to the desk, seeing papers with tabs written down. Some are messily scribbled out, other papers are crumpled and thrown to the side. A few others have lyrics. The top page has the final tabs. You've learned enough about instruments to know what to expect to hear.

You hear Jiseok yelp and you snap your gaze over to look at him. He sighs as he looks at his palm. One of his guitar strings snapped and grazed his hand. A fresh wound stripes his palm, his hand is painted red with blood. You gulp, smelling the metallic scent.

“You ok?” He asks, noticing you appear a bit disturbed by his cut.

“Yeah, are you?”

“I'm fine” he holds his hand up, trying not to let the blood spill into the floor. You could feel your fangs aching to taste his blood, but that would probably scare him. You put your hands under his, cupping the blood that falls from his hand. You carefully lead him to the bathroom and he washes his hand off in the sink.

“Blood type O?” You ask, able to tell by the scent. You didn't know this wasn't a normal skill.

“Yeah… how did you know?” He sounded a bit concerned.

“I could smell it, can you not?” This was all new information to you. Seeing his concerned look made you nervous.

“No- How would that even be possible?” he starts looking a little worried. You smile awkwardly- your next mistake.

“Your teeth,” Jiseok’s breath hitches. “Are they real?” He asks, unsure of what to say.

“What?” You ask. You're confused, but you also want to try to cover up what you revealed. It was too late.

“Vampires aren't real… are they?” His voice is quiet, merely a whisper echoing in the bathroom. You look away, averting his gaze.

“This isn't some kind of prank is it?” He asks, trying to make sense of the situation.

“No” is all you manage to say. The fear that overtakes you drowns out the enticing scent of his blood. You look at his reflection in the mirror. He doesn't seem terrified. Instead, he lifts his hand up, a smaller pool of fresh blood in his palm. The scent is overwhelming.

“Taste it,” he doesn't sound scared in the slightest. You look at him, making sure he's certain about this.

“Go on” he's more curious than anything as he nudges you to taste his blood. He's always had a thing for you, infact, he had plans for how he wanted things to go tonight. They're still on the same track, yet somehow completely different.

You lock your lips on his hand, swirling your tongue over the wound. You savor every drop of his warm blood. He grabs your face with the hand you're sucking on, holding onto your cheeks as you lick him clean. Unbeknownst to you, he revels in the feeling, wishing things would go a bit further. He can't let the moment end here.

“Was that enough? Do you need more?” He asks. He's somewhat concerned for your needs, but his offer is more selfish than not.

“I'm alright,” you stay modest, not wanting to push him past his limits, even with his kind offers. He doesn't believe you though, still seeing the hungry look in your glowing red eyes.

“I'd be my honor to have you feed on me.” His words make you blush.

“Your hand isn't gonna bleed enough for something like that” His eyes light up. It's almost as if that's what he wanted.

“Then… take it from my neck” He notices your eyes widen, a bit taken aback. You were incredibly turned on at the thought, but you weren't expecting such an offer.

“I trust you,” he says firmly. Jiseok gulps and steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He can feel a tingling sensation in hopes of where you'll bite him. His lips part ever so slightly so he can try and recenter his breath. Your gazes lock on each other, the magnetism undeniable.

You reach your hand up, cupping his face. You brush your thumb over his lips, to which he blushes. You bring him in, satisfying the pull between you. His lips are soft against yours. You wrap your hands around his neck and he tightens his grip on your waist. He responds eagerly, kissing you back with passion. The heat builds between you two. Jiseok kisses with desperation. It's as if he's been holding this back for some time.

His tongue poked at your lips gently, asking politely to be let in. You granted him access. He explores your mouth, letting his tongue occasionally swirl over your sharp fangs. His blood is rushing downward at a terrifying rate. You pull away from the kiss. Looking at his already plump lips so swollen and red fuels your desire.

He looks at you with the saddest puppy dog eyes you'd ever seen. They add to his already enticing lips. He bites his lip for a second as if to prepare what he wanted to say.

“What is it?” You ask. Your brows furrow with curiosity and sympathy.

“More,” he whispers just over his breath.

“Patience, Jiseok. Let's get back in the studio, it's more comfortable there.” he nods eagerly, following you back into the studio. You two find yourselves on the small leather couch across from the desk. He's practically in your lap within seconds. He holds onto your shoulders for stability as his head is thrown back while you suck dark love bites into his skin.

The way he breathes so loudly is arousing. You finally latch onto the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into his soft flesh. He winces in pain, but the tension quickly dissipates into pleasure. He writhes in your grasp, desperately searching for any friction.

He straddles your lap, starting to roll his hips. He presses his clothes erection against your crotch, dragging it up your lower stomach. He continued humping your lower torso as you sucked the blood from his neck.

He didn't bleed heavily at all. All of his blood had gone down to his cock, leaving little for you to drink. He's already dizzy, not enough blood up top for him to think straight. You grab his hips, stopping his movement. He looks down at you, pouting.

“What was that for?” he whines, still trying to run his hips into you. Without replying, you hook your fingers onto his waistband. You look at his face. He's looking down, eyes sewn shut out of shyness. You unbutton his little black jeans, inching them down until they're at his knees. His cock stands up more freely now, only restrained by his boxers. His chest is rising and falling heavily.

You rub his hips, feeling where the bones end and his slutty little waist begins. You run your hands up his sides, pulling his shirt up in the process. His abs are visible as his chest heaves up and down. He reacts to every movement of your icy hands on his body. He tenses when you press your frozen fingers against his nipples. He squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw. You can't help but smile, he's such a sensitive boy.

You finally take off his shirt, revealing more of his body to you. He's so pretty on top of you. His lips are parted as he tries to slow his breathing. It's time to start teasing him. You smirk as the thought arises in your mind. He doesn't see it as his eyes are still pressed closed. You drag your hands down his torso, getting a feel for his muscular body until your back at his hips. You've long since abandoned the fresh wound on his neck. The marks from your fangs have already scabbed over.

His eyes open in surprise as one of your hands travels below his hips, inching ever so closely to his needy, wet cock. You can see a wet spot forming on his boxers from the precum.

“You're already making a mess of yourself honey,” you say in a voice of false sweetness. You run your hand down his cock, getting a feel for him. He tenses at your touch, his back arching into you.

“Can't help it, I need you,” he chokes out his words. He's whiny and his voice is raspy.

“I thought we only agreed to let me feed from you?” Your words frustrate him. He whines.

“But I need you!” You smirk at his begging. He lowers himself, pressing himself against your thigh. He's humping you again, getting off on your thigh. Only a minute passes before he's huffing. He can't form words and he's close. You grab his hips again, earning a disappointed whine from Jiseok.

He lights up however, when you remove his boxers and help him stand up. He wiggles out of his pants before helping you undress. He has to take a step back and admire you when he sees your body. You swear he started foaming at the mouth as you saw his pupils dilate.

You giggle, sitting back down on the couch. He softly lifts your legs over his shoulders as he kneels into the couch. He positions himself at your entrance, pushing in slowly. Once he's in, he places a hand on your back to help hold you up. You grip the edge of the couch as he starts moving.

He shakes as he tries his best to thrust in and out of you, but you feel too good around him. He falters at first, but he gains composure as his orgasm builds. He thrusts in and out of you, chasing his high. You reach up, cupping his face with one of your hands.

One look at you and his body shudders, choking back his moans. He can't cum yet, he hasn't made you cum. He releases your back, his other hand is holding him up. He runs his fingers gently down your leg that's propped up on his shoulder. You tense as he approaches your core that he's already fucking into.

He doesn't touch you though. Instead, he brings his fingers to your mouth, placing his middle and ring finger on your tongue. After you wet his fingers, he brings them to your clit and rubs fast circles on it. His touch sends electricity through your body.

You grab onto his neck for support, rolling your hips along with his rhythm. Your grip is painful and slightly restricts his breathing. Your fingertips dig into the bruises you'd made earlier. The pain sends shockwaves down Jiseok's spine. He pulls out as fast as he can, letting his cum spill on your bare torso. He rides your stomach through his high until he's finished.

Through all of it, his fingers don't falter. You're just as close. He finally brings his other hand off of the couch and sticks them in his mouth to wet them before burying them in your pussy. He immediately goes in with two. He's curling his fingers in you and the other two are still running your clit.

The knot in your stomach breaks, flooding your body with pleasure. Feeling your walls suck his fingers in when you clench boosts Jiseok's ego and he keeps going until you're convulsing and whining for him to stop.

He removes his fingers, sticking them in his mouth with no time to waste. He savors the taste of you on his tongue.

“Let's make a deal” he says, sucking each of his fingers clean. You look at him curiously, situating yourself to sit up straight again. He looks confident and slightly mischievous.

“You can use me to sustain yourself if I can use you to sustain myself,” he looks at you, scoping out your reaction.

“It's a deal”