Y'all Are Getting Fed Again Tonight (technically Tmr Bc I Set Them To Come Out At 12 Am)

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”

Snippet before the full thing releases 🤭

Snippets of The Bloodshed Series

: werewolf!ode x reader

HUBUH HUBBUHHUU HBH XYMPHONY SO GOOD WHAT

IM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS I LOVE CLASSICAL MUSIC

AND THEN A TWIST UGHHH

JUNGSU KILL ME ALREADY

THE BLOODSHED SERIES 03

nurse!gunil x fem!reader

wc: 1900

tags: @joosbasschick @seungseung-minmin @xhfics @zynz0

warnings: unprotected sex, hair pulling (fem rec) sex in a hospital, reader gets her blood drawn (not in a sexual context), needles (not used sexually), strangers to unofficial lovers

The bells chimed indicating another customer had come in. Most of your customers looked familiar at least, but not him. You'd never seen him before. He was muscular and broad-shouldered. And his smile… was ADORABLE. You immediately blushed. He came up, looking in the display case of all the different treats and pastries you had.

“Can I get you anything?” You ask him with your well practiced customer service smile.

“A cherry turnover wouldn't be bad,” he smiled again. His smile was contagious and broke your trained smile into a real one.

“Anything else for ya?” You add. He pursed his lips, thinking. A small smirk appeared on his lips.

“Your number?” he asked with forced confidence. You were a bit surprised, but not at all in a bad way.

“Alright, will that be all for you?” You play along, thank goodness because this guy was panicking on the inside. He looked relieved underneath the cocky smirk he was still wearing. He tries to hide his obvious excitement when you grab a sticky note from behind the register and start writing on it.

“Yeah, how much do I owe you?”

“Don't worry about it, it's on me” You wink at him, making him blush and lose the cool guy act. He bashfully takes his turnover, about to leave.

“I'll see you around?” He says in a tone that's almost begging to see you again.

“For sure” You smile at him and he's gone. After work, you finally check your phone and realize the guy has messaged you.

“Hey, it's the guy from the bakery. I totally forgot to introduce myself! I'm Gunil.”

This started a long conversation between the two of you. Yet somehow, work never came up. That's why it was so surprising when the next morning you heard your name called by a familiar voice. You were sitting in the lobby of the hospital for your annual check up. You hated getting blood work done, but it was necessary.

“Y/n” Gunil said in a professional tone. The smile on his face when he saw you betrayed his professional act.

“I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon,” He said. He wasn't nearly as shy as he was yesterday. You were in his arena now. This was his profession and he knew the ins and outs of it.

“Have a seat” He gestures for you to sit in the small chair so he could take your vitals. Now was not the time for your mind to be acting up. Everyone's got a thing for men in their uniforms, right? I mean, the way his short sleeves hugged his muscular biceps, the way the stethoscope looked hanging from his neck. You would let this man do s- you brushed the thought away. Now was the worst time for that.

He put on the stethoscope. It was time to take your blood pressure. He held your arm and placed the instrument on the inside of your elbow. His touch sent your mind into overdrive.Signals flooded your body. All of your blood was rushing to your core. Gunil furrowed his brows. He sensed something was off.

“Your heart rate is a bit high, and so is your blood pressure. Do you normally have this issue?”

“No, I've never had issues like that” You blush. It was obviously him making you feel that way. Little did you know, despite his professional look, he could feel the heat radiating off of your body.

“Let's get you in a room.” Gunil leads you to one of the exam rooms. You take a seat and he prepares a tray of equipment. He turns back towards you with gloved hands.

“Now… I can't take your blood until we can get you calmed down” He admits a little shyly. It's as if he's implying something. Something you wouldn't be against in the slightest.

“Well, how would we go about that?”

“First we need to find what's making it so high in the first place” He paused, getting a little nervous. It's his job to ask you, but the tension between you two makes it so hard to be professional.

“Sorry I have to ask you this but, when was your last period?”He gulps, feeling a bit uncomfortable asking you. You didn't feel awkward answering him though.

“Two weeks ago” You were ovulating. Gunil picked up on that right away. You could see the glimmer in his eyes. He couldn't let his dirty mind override his professionalism yet though.

“Would you uh… say your increase in blood pressure might have something to do with your menstrual cycle?” He carefully worded his question. You could tell he was really asking if you were horny. His previous confidence had slipped away.

“It might… yeah” you answer him not only honestly, but with a bit of flirtation. You smirk and he seems to regain his confidence. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He stopped nervously wiggling in his swivel chair. His legs were spread and he leaned down to rest his elbows on his knees.

“Anything I can do to help you?” His voice lowered and his confidence returned. He raised his brows, looking at you questioningly.

“There may be” You blush, but you play along. It's not every day a hot nurse offers to help you out.

“We'll have to make it quick, but I think I can help you” He speaks quietly. Nobody can hear what you two are about to do. Gunil helps you off of the table and bends you over it. You were wearing a little black dress. As much as he wanted to, it would be too much to get you naked. He flipped up the skirt of your dress, putting your ass on full display. He took a moment to feel the wet spot on your panties and feel between your pretty folds.

He unbuttoned his pants, not bothering to pull them down very far. Your pussy ached for his affection and you jolted when he pressed his tip against your clit, causing you to shudder. He grabbed your hair, pulling you into the position he wanted. Your scalp tingled slightly, but you enjoyed him manhandling you so roughly. His other hand guided his erection to your entrance, lightly prodding at it. You were soaked. A string of your mixed arousal formed between the two of you as he pulled away. It cooled really fast, tickling you when it broke and clung to your pussy.

He ran his tip up your folds until he was coated in your arousal. He pressed into you equally gently and quickly. His thick cock hurt going in, but the pain added to your pleasure.

“Y-you're so tight baby” Gunil pants under his breath. You could barely hear him. It was for the best because you two were in the doctor's office. He had to move slowly so he himself could adjust.

His breath hit your neck abruptly. He was grunting as he forced himself in and out of you. You were biting down on his hand to avoid letting yourself moan. You were finally completely aroused and wet enough he could move without as much effort. He picked up his pace, pounding into you a little harder and faster.

Your breaths mix together in a secret symphony. His thrusts each stretch you out again and again. Once he hit your g-spot, you folded, going limp on the table. He held your head up by your hair and made quick, short thrusts, each one sure to abuse that spot.

Your body convulsed and jerked against your will. He knew you were close, you were almost there. He leaned over you, wrapping one arm around you and groping your boob. His other hand released your hair and went down to your clit. He rubbed quick and furious circles, causing your orgasm to snap. You buried your forehead into the table, gripping the edge as he continued to thrust into you. Your walls clamped down on him and you shook beneath him. It may have been the strongest orgasm you've had. He didn't stop after you came down.

“I- I'm gonna cum” he whimpers. The feel of your delicious pussy sucking him in hazed his mind. Your warm and wet walls were squishy and inviting and he couldn't enough. He sheathed himself fully in you. You shook around him, overstimulated by him. He thrusted fully into you, slowly losing speed and rhythm. You could feel him twitch in you as he stilled, leaning against you. His breath was hot against your neck. He pulled out and grabbed a paper towel to quickly clean the both of you up. He fixed his clothes and then yours.

He took a minute, just sitting in his swivel chair to catch his breath. His eyes were glossy with affection. You sat back down on the exam table, fixed up and pretty again. His breathing slowed until he could properly breathe with his mouth closed. He sighed and looked at you, leaned back and manspreading. He looked at his watch, roughly ten minutes had passed.

“I say we should check your blood pressure again, it should be back to normal now” He stood up casually and got the tools. He wrapped your arm up and put the stethoscope under it. His lips curved into a cocky smile as he tuned into the sound of your heartbeat.

“Just as I expected,” he steps back, removing the equipment.

“You're back to normal” he smiles proudly. It truly was just him turning you on. You blush, a bit embarrassed of how your body reacted so eagerly to him. He did amazing taking care of you though. A lot of pent up sexual tension was released. He turned around preparing the tubes and the needle. After putting the rubber tourniquet on your arm, he quickly inserted the needle into one of your veins. He was very casual and professional, especially after what just happened.

He pulled the needle out and it stung just slightly. He gently applied pressure to spot he had poked you. He used his other hand to open a small band aid. It was cute and had hello kitty on it. You couldn't help but smile at the cute band aid he chose. He took his finger that was pressed against your bleeding wound and licked it.

“Alright ma'am, you're good and good to go”You smirk at his playfulness. His fake professional act was almost funny now. You get.off the table and grab your things, ready to part from him as much as you didn't want to.

“I'll see you later?” You ask, raising your eyebrows expectantly.

“Of course, I've got to properly take care of you. What we just did was nothing” he arrogantly chuckled and you smiled. You were excited to say the least.

“I'll text you my address” You smile and turn to leave. When your hand makes it to the door, he grabs you, turning you around. He pins you softly against the door. His hand runs up your neck and tilts your jaw upward to look at him. He cups your cheek, looking at you with a deeply loving expression. Your heart sank into your stomach with affection. He gently pressed a kiss on your lips. It was flooded with emotion and longing. It felt as if we'd known each other for an eternity at that moment.

“I'll see you later” he says softly. He pulls away, opening the door for you.

I'm kinda nervous to release this one tn

Snippets of the Bloodshed Series

: nurse!gunil x patient!reader

a/n: menstrual cycle, not period.

GAON AND LIVER SPAGHETTI?

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