#vampire seonghwa
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𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕
Vampire!Park Seonghwa X Pet!afab!gn!reader
Summary: Your sensual, mysterious vampire master calls you, his lovely pet, into his study to introduce you to a new, pleasure filled world you were originally unfamiliar with.
WC: 3.6k
CW: Smut, fluffy aftercare at the end, Seonghwa and reader have an owner x pet relationship, reader calls Seonghwa "Master," blood consumption (obviously, he's a vampire)
Names used for reader: Jagiya, darling, doll, (pretty) pet, slut
Smut warnings: Reader is a virgin (no bleeding, not really corruption either), kisses, teasing, dirty talk, handjob (idol receiving), unprotected PIV sex, rough sex, choking (reader receiving), biting (reader receiving), orgasms for both
AN: I dragged this up from the dregs of my drafts due to a conversation with @mxnsxngie, so here it is, lovely. 💜
I felt much better after some sleep and some time to myself, so that's why I'm posting today. Originally, I wrote this purely for myself a year or so ago, so it wasn't too difficult for me in terms of writing. 🥰
This is also inspired by this fic, which is what made me finally fall in love with vampires. Please go read it, it's wonderful. 💜💜💜
Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess
"Jagiya~"
You shivered as Seonghwa's voice hit your ears.
"Come here, please."
He didn't need to give a reason, you were already up and on your way. You assumed he meant his bedroom, but as you turned down the small hallway, light spilled onto the floor from the left door, not the right. You'd never been inside the study, the door had always been closed. Not locked, closed.
Even though this house was your home as much as it was his, there were rules that you didn't question. One of them being, "If the door is closed, don't open it." He needed no reason, there were no exceptions. If the door was closed, you didn't open it.
You’d only paused for a second before you walked through the open door.
It was roughly the same size as his bedroom, but it was so vastly different. High walls, lined with dark bookshelves, filled with so many books of different sizes. You’d wondered if there was an end to how many books he had. It seemed like there wasn't, but he still had secrets that you had yet to uncover.
At the end of the room in front of a large circular window, Seonghwa leaned against a large desk, his hands braced on the edge, watching you as you looked around. Your eyes met and you felt chills race down your body. You stumbled over nothing, trying to pretend you hadn’t, and continued your walk. A small smirk appeared on his plump, red lips. Lips your eyes couldn't help but linger on for a moment.
He kept his eyes locked with yours as he raised his hand and flicked his wrist. Behind you, the door swung shut, blowing a gust of air against your back. Almost like Seonghwa was saying "Come on, we haven't got all day, doll."
You quickened your pace and stopped a few feet away from him. He pushed off the desk and shortened the distance in only a few steps, towering over you. You held your hands behind your back and swallowed hard as you tilted your head back to look at him. His smirk only grew bigger, and you felt your thighs quiver in answer.
He reached forward and tucked your hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. "What do you think?" He asked, glancing around the room. "You've never been here before."
"I haven't," you breathed, cursing your body for how it reacted to him. You could barely focus on his question, but you fished an answer out of your brain that'd been turned to mush. "It's intimidating." Seonghwa's eyes flashed and his eyebrows went up.
"Why do you say that?"
"It's big." That's the only reason you had. You opened your mouth to say more, but closed it the next second when you realized you had nothing to add. Seonghwa waited another second before softly laughing.
"You get used to it." He pulled his hand away from your face and turned back to his desk. He walked around the great wooden piece and sat in the chair behind it. "This is my one place of solitude. Unfortunately, my bedroom isn't as private as I'd like it to be."
That comment almost felt like it was directed at you. You looked down at the floor as guilt washed over your body. You were about to mutter an apology when he suddenly clicked his tongue.
Your head shot back up and met his eyes again. He didn't say anything at first, and in that silence, his eyes flashed again. A soft pink glow ringed the brown, and chills raced over you again. You tried to hide it, but you know he saw your throat bob slightly when you swallowed.
"I don't mean you, doll," he began softly. "It started long before you. Don't worry your pretty head over it." It wasn't a compliment, but it still made your cheeks flush red. Seonghwa smirked again, and raised his hand.
Your eyes shot to his fingers as he beckoned you to come forward. You stepped up to the edge of the desk, but he clicked his tongue again.
"No, doll." He snapped his fingers and pointed beside him. You let out a shaky breath and walked around the desk, now standing beside him. He moved his chair backwards, and you stayed in place, thinking he was going to stand up. Seonghwa snapped his fingers again and pointed at the desk this time.
You stared confused for only a few seconds before it clicked. When it did, Seonghwa could hear the pounding of your heart grow faster. You walked over to the edge and faced him before pushing yourself up and onto it. Seonghwa smiled deviously and nodded slowly.
"That's it," he said lowly, barely above a whisper. He finally stood up from the chair and walked forward, just barely a breath away. You gripped the edge of the desk as you kept my eyes on his. There was another steady glow of pink that ringed the brown. He smirked as he heard your breath catch.
You hadn't realized that your short dress had ridden up your thighs until Seonghwa laid his hands on them. You gasped and looked down when you felt his fingers slide up under the hem.
You watched his hands slip under the thin material, eventually wrapping his fingers around your hips and gripping onto them. You were powerless to stop the whimper that bubbled up inside you.
"I've thought about this quite a lot." Seonghwa's voice rumbled in his chest, very quietly, just enough so you could hear him, but not any louder than that. "My pretty pet sitting on my desk just like this." His words made you shiver just slightly, but he felt it.
He released his grip on your hips and used his thumbs to rub the inside. Chills ran up your spin and you tightly snapped your legs together. Seonghwa chuckled softly and gripped onto your thighs, forcing your legs open again and putting himself between them so you couldn't close them anymore.
Another whimper left your lips when you felt his clothed cock brush up against the growing heat between your legs. "Don't do that, darling."
"I'm sorry, Master," you blurted, barely getting the words out. They were barely even words, the sounds just tumbled out of your mouth, sounding vaguely like what you wanted to say. Seonghwa's hands gripping onto your thighs and feeling him pressed up against you made your head feel light, critical thinking was no more.
That's how he wanted you.
His hands slid back up to your hips and his thumbs gently rubbed the inside again. You gripped onto the desk tighter and your thighs pressed against Seonghwa's hips. His eyes glowed in sadistic delight hearing your blood races through your veins.
Seonghwa gently grabbed your chin and tilted your head forward so you could look into his eyes again. He made you feel so utterly small, even when you were only a few inches apart, sitting on his desk.
"I want you like this, pet," he breathed, pulling you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. You put your hands on his chest, and when you did, he moved his hips against you and let out a soft groan. You whimpered at the contact and gripped onto his shirt. "I want you, pet." He rocked his hips up again, slowly moving himself against your soaked underwear, the liquid no doubt already leaking onto his desk.
Seonghwa took his hand off your hip and slid his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, hooking onto them and pulling them down your thighs, off your legs and tossing them somewhere. The cold air hit your now bare entrance, making you shiver.
Seonghwa laughed as his fingers slid back and up against your sensitive cunt. "Oh, you're soaked already, pet," he cooed softly. His fingers reached back and teased your entrance, making your tighten around nothing and forcing another whimper out. He smirked and pushed his fingertips against it, gently rubbing. "How cute is that?"
His fingers slid back down your thigh, leaving a trail of slick in his wake, and started undoing his pants. You were still holding onto his shirt with a death grip, leaning your head on his chest, panting heavily.
The desire you felt inside you, the desperate, sex crazed animal that was clawing at you, was something you’d never encountered before. You craved the unknown feeling of Seonghwa inside you more than you craved air.
You were pulled from your daze when you felt his cock gently push up against you, and you yelped in surprise. Seonghwa laughed and gently pet your head. "It's okay, darling, it's alright."
He surprised you again when he asked, "Don't you want to take a look?" You snapped your head back up and stared at him in confusion. He smirked and put his hand on the back of your head. "Wrong way, pet." He pushed down and leaned back to give you the view.
Your heart stopped when you took in the sight of his cock pressed up against you. The head was aligned with your navel, and from it, a white liquid leaked out and down the shaft. His fluids mixing with yours made this whole situation so much more erotic than it already was.
You don't know what possessed you to do it, but you reached out with a trembling hand and touched the head. Seonghwa sucked in a sharp breath and flinched, and you reeled back, thinking you’d hurt him.
But he shot out and grabbed your hand, his grip firm but gentle. "That's sensitive, doll," he ground out through gritted teeth. "Be careful with that." He guided your hand back to his dick, and with his permission, your nervousness disappeared.
You gently laid your fingertips on the head, slowly rubbing and smearing the creamy liquid. It made your movements smoother, and you let your hand slide down his cock. Seonghwa groaned softly and gripped onto your waist tighter, and used his other hand to brace himself on the desk. It made you want to keep going.
You wrapped your hand around his cock and slowly stroked him properly. More cream came out, leaking all over himself and your fingers. Seonghwa groaned in satisfaction, his eyes fluttering. He laughed and looked down at your hand on his cock.
"Oh doll, you make me melt so bad," he breathed, letting out another groan as your hand came back to the tip. He rocked his hips forward, rubbing against your clit, pulling a soft whine from your lips. His cock twitched at the noise.
Seonghwa laughed again and moved his hips forward once more. Again. And again. And slipped into a steady rhythm of rubbing up against your clit. It was small, but it felt so good, so you kept your hand on his cock to make sure it didn't go anywhere.
His fluids mixing with yours making him glide against you, giving him the ability to rock his hips faster, it made your hands begin to shake. It didn’t take long for a knot to twist in your stomach. It hurt, and you couldn’t help but whimper in pain.
"Master," you gasped as you gripped onto his shirt. "My stomach hurts." You looked up at him with pleading eyes and met his devious ones. He cooed and held your face as he slowed his hips.
"It hurts, pet?" You nodded with a pained whimper, and his smile only grew. "I'll take the pain away, don't worry."
He grabbed the hand you had on his chest and laced his fingers with yours. You gratefully held on tightly.
"If the pain gets worse, tell me, alright?" You nodded again. "If you don't want this, tell me no."
"I want this, Master,” you said confidently.
Seonghwa smiled and pressed his lips against yours in a very gentle kiss. The kiss was a sweet distraction, and you were too busy drowning in his soft, plush, pretty lips to notice until the head of his cock was pressed against your entrance.
Just as you pulled away from his lips, the tip slid inside like it was meant to be there. And it was a feeling you could never have imagined.
He slowly pushed himself deeper, deeper than you thought he could, all the way until his hips were flush against yours. It was such a bizarre and new feeling, you didn't know what to do with yourself.
After he'd got himself completely inside, his eyes met yours again. And they were gentle. The gentle pink glow was soothing
"You're so tense, darling." His words were tight and clipped as he said them. He swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath. "Try to relax, alright? Take a deep breath."
You nodded and did as he asked, taking a deep, shaky breath, trying to relax your body. You needed more than one, but you eventually managed to relax.
"That's it, good pet." You shivered at the praise. "I'm gonna move my hips now." Seonghwa made sure he was looking into your eyes as he said it, making sure he could see how you felt about it. You gave him a little nod, and he nodded back before he slowly started moving his hips.
It took a little bit of adjusting, and it did hurt, for only a little bit, but after that, he moved in and out of you with such ease, you couldn't help but stare down in amazement. Watching all of him somehow fit inside you, filling you up every time. You head grew light and your body began to tremble.
Seonghwa laughed and tilted your head up to look at him. "You like to watch, pet?" He breathed. "You like watching my cock disappear inside you?" You could only whimper and nod in answer. He laughed softly and ran his tongue over his lips. "That's my doll."
You rolled your head back and let the pleasure wash over you completely, moans coming from deep in your chest as he moved inside you, sounds you never thought you could make, filled the room. All because of him.
"Does my pet feel good?" Seonghwa asked, gripping onto your waist again. You lifted your head and looked back at him to nod. He smirked again and removed his arm from around your waist and let go of your hand.
The sudden loss of his support made you fall back on the desk. You were going to push yourself back up on your arms, but your efforts were useless.
Seonghwa gripped onto your hips and snapped his own into them, making you fall down onto your back. A cry left your lips as he hit a spot inside you that you didn't know existed until then.
"Again," you gasped out. He pulled back and slammed into you again. And again. And again, until that was the new rhythm. His hands gripped your hips so tight that they ached, but you didn't care. You’d never felt this good, and never wanted it to stop.
Seonghwa grabbed your trembling thighs and wrapped them around his waist, releasing your hips to lean over you and grip onto the desk beside your head, fucking you harder and faster than before.
You couldn't see his face, as your head was hanging off the desk and your eyes were tightly shut, but you heard him. You heard the animalistic groans and grunts that left his pretty lips, the growl that rumbled in his throat when you cried out particularly loudly. It made you want to keep making those noises so he'd continue.
In doing so, you’d unlocked some primal part of him that you weren't prepared for.
"Such a good, pretty pet." Seonghwa wrapped his hand around your neck, tightly gripping on and pulling you up to look at him. The ring of pink around his eyes turned to a vivid red that shocked you. Literally, you felt a bolt of electricity run through you.
"Never had this before, but such a fucking slut. You love this, don't you?" He ground out. He squeezed your throat tighter, making your head go light and your eyes roll back. "Say it."
"YES!" You cried out weakly, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Seonghwa’s tongue peeked out from between his teeth when he smirked, savoring the way you melted on his cock.
Seonghwa pinned you back down on the desk and slammed his hips into yours like his life depended on it. You were at his mercy and it felt amazing.
Looking up at him through tears as he gripped onto the desk and stared down at where his cock pounded into you, transfixed like he was stuck there, it made your head go light again.
The blood was rushing through your body, your heart pounding so hard, so loud. Seonghwa could hear it all, and it was making him delirious. Your blood smelled divine, he wanted nothing more but to sink his fangs into you and taste you.
As if you could hear his thoughts, you gave him permission in a soft, weak sob, because you too desired the feeling he craved.
"Bite me, Master."
You’d hardly gotten the words out before Seonghwa's fangs dove into your neck, and your blood was his.
He groaned into your neck and rolled his eyes back, the warm, sweet blood pouring into his mouth. He pulled his fangs back out and desperately licked and sucked at the bite marks.
His hips fell out of rhythm as he let out a soft whimper, and his next words made you snap.
"You taste so fucking good, darling.”
A completely new feeling you never knew was possible exploded through your entire body and made you scream out so loud, the whole town could’ve heard it. Your arms shot out and locked them around Seonghwa, gripping onto his shirt that was now cold, soaked through with sweat.
He continued for a few more seconds before he too let out a loud scream and buried his face in your neck, weakly lapping at the bite marks while his hips slowed until they stopped, panting out soft whimpers of your name between licks.
And as it came to an end and you reached the end of this euphoria, the tears in your eyes turned from ones of pleasure to that of pain. Your hips ached, blood still leaked from your neck, and the place that once radiated with pleasure now radiated heat and pain.
A tiny sob erupted from your lips as your head fell back away from Seonghwa. You were weakly laid out before him, ruined and spent.
You couldn't describe it, but you wanted him to lift you up and hold you. You wanted him to stay close. When he pulled away and removed his cock from you, another sob bubbled up out of you.
"Why are you crying, pet?" Seonghwa asked softly as he redressed himself.
"I don't know," you whispered, suddenly overcome with shame, trying to stop sobbing. You rubbed your eyes and swallowed back the sobs. You didn't understand anything. You didn't know why you wanted him to hold you, you didn't know why you were upset, you didn't know why you were in pain.
The confusion upset you more than anything, and it just made it harder to stop crying.
Seonghwa gently wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up to a sitting position before he lifted you up and held you like a child.
You latched onto him and gripped him tightly, tears still pouring from your eyes.
"It's alright, pet." He whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss to your head. "I've got you. You're okay."
Seonghwa then carried you to the bathroom, where he set you in the tub and removed the short dress before he turned on the water. Being as weak as you were, you gladly let him run his gentle, soft hands over your body, which was still slightly trembling. You leaned into all the sweet touches, even when his skin was ice cold.
He also cleaned the wound on your neck and wrapped a bandage around it. The blood loss was beginning to set in, and your head dropped back against the tub as Seonghwa pulled his hands away.
He pulled the plug to drain the tub, and as the water left, he got up and left the bathroom. The sound that came out of you was a desperate, unintelligible cry as you weakly tried to grab him as he left, but he was already gone.
You felt stranded. Helpless. You could hardly lift your head. Even though he was hardly gone more than a minute, being alone and defenseless like that was enough to make you sob in fear.
Seonghwa heard your cries, and it broke his heart. He came back quickly with towels and a new dress for you, setting them beside the tub before he sat on the edge.
“Shh, darling,” he said softly, reaching out and wiping your tears, cradling your face in his hands. “I’m here, I wouldn’t ever leave you like this.”
He pulled back to drape a towel over his lap before he pulled you up to sit sideways on it. He shushed all your soft, pained whines as he used another towel to pat your trembling, weak body dry.
"Shh, shh, you're okay," he said softly against your hair. "I've got you, darling. I'm right here." His voice soothed the writhing demon inside you. The one that told you there was pain and anguish. There wasn't.
There was only him. Your master as he dressed you and carried you to his bedroom, where he laid with you and held you tight against his chest until you fell asleep.
Seonghwa wiped the rest of the tears from your cheeks until there were none left. He pet your head until your eyes fell closed. Like a kitten.
Before you slipped under, he pressed a kiss to your head and whispered,
"Sleep well, my darling."
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from the cradle to the grave
pairing: vampire!seonghwa x reader
warnings: use of words probably, crying, mentions of blood, death, war and violence, seonghwa creeps the reader out by breaking into their house, deja vu era seonghwa look combined with 2023 long haired hwa bc this should be a warning, some angsty stuff, fluff if u squint really really hard, past lives (sort of), reader is referred to using they/them pronouns but i might have left something that suggest they’re female/afab in the way; please let me know if there’s more
wc: ~4.6k words
notes: i tried to finish this in time for halloween (it was sitting in my drafts since 2021...) so this was supposed to be a spooky season fic. it didn’t work but here it is anyways! hope you guys like it. im a big vampire enthusiast and a bIG seonghwa enthusiast which makes me the biggest vamp!hwa agenda supporter so lets gooo
well, at least your gut feeling was probably right.
these last days have been… weird, to say the least. every time you’d go back to your apartment after college you felt like you were being observed, maybe even followed. it was like there was someone always behind you or around the place you were in a way that made you feel like you were never alone indeed, and you didn't like the shivers you got from it. to top it off, the whole thing was giving you even more bad nightmares than the usual; the most recent ones involved big mansions from the eighteenth century or something, a lot of fighting, blood and a pair of piercing eyes staring into your soul. the worst part was that you always forgot in the course of your day that you were having them, only remembering when waking up in a cold sweat from a new one. your friends told you it probably was due to the time of the year since spooky season just began, and you thought it might be it; a scary vibe was nothing less than expected from fall.
but the tall figure standing behind your favorite armchair that welcomed you home seconds ago after you locked your apartment’s door told you otherwise. you automatically move to grab your floor lamp to defend yourself.
“who are you and what are you doing here?”
“so you’re feisty. i should keep track of that.”
his voice is deep but also smooth. he’s probably a head and a half taller than you and wears a white shirt with a v cut, black trousers paired with a black blazer and his neck is adorned with a sole silk ribbon. when he turns to you, you get to see that his long black hair would probably reach his silver pendant earrings if it wasn't tucked into a fancy hairstyle with a silver pin holding the front and that his eyes are sharp and piercing (and strangely similar with the ones in your recent nightmares, but this time they feel familiar and not frightening as usual), just as the rest of his facial features. he is probably the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. but you still have no idea of who he is or how he got inside your house, so you quietly get your phone and dial 911.
“i'm going to repeat it just once more. who are you, what are you and how the fuck have you gotten inside?” he seems too entertained eyeing you from head to toe for some seconds, but he quickly wakes from his apparent trance and answers you.
“right. i'm sorry for the rudeness... and for the invasion, for that matter, although this apartment was virtually 100% accessible for me. oh, and for the last few days too, but i'm afraid the observing was necessary. i’m park seonghwa, one of the royal eight, and deeply pleasured to know you.” he bows lightly and opens his mouth to continue and it shows you a glimpse of long sharp canine teeth. it makes you interrupt him.
“so you’re the one who’s following me? know what, it doesn’t matter actually, i’m calling the cops.” you turn to open the door and get outside, however the keys aren't in the door handle anymore. with the lamp still in your hold you try to open the knob forcefully, adrenaline beginning to fill you due to despair, but the jittery sound of the keys dangling makes you turn to the stranger once more. he holds the keys with his left hand, the right one leaning in the armchair.
“forgive me for my ways, but calling the police won’t be needed and after you listen to me you’ll see why. i’m not here to hurt you in any way, it’s actually… quite the opposite. i was following you because me and my brothers needed to reach you, and after i finally found you i wanted to know who we were looking for. if you’re willing to give me some of your time, i’ll be happy to explain everything i can for now. please?”
considering your options, either you jump out of the window into a 65 feet fall or listen to him. but you still want to be sure someone is keeping track of you, so you move to open the window hoping today the old couple and the friendly lady who lives in the building next to yours and are always inviting you to spend the holidays and have dinner with them are gaping inside your place as usual and turn on the localization device in your phone.
“you have ten minutes.”
“thank you for considering my offer.” he answers, seemingly more relieved, and starts talking. “i’m not sure how to address it correctly… there probably isn't a correct way to do it, so i’ll be plainspoken. i’m a vampire, such as my brothers, and we need your help because you hold powers that can save our empire from the mass attack it is suffering right now.”
you huff, because it’s the only thing you feel like doing.
“you really invaded my house to fool me into a halloween prank? who made you do it? oh, it must have been yeonjun and kai, right? i'm calling the bastards right now, this is way off limits.” you manage to grab your phone in your pocket again but, just like your keys, you see it appearing in the guy’s hands.
“it’s not a prank and your human friends have nothing to deal with it, swear with my long gone soul. i am indeed a vampire, as you can verify by my teeth. vampires exist, such as some other ‘magical creatures’, as your people like to call us. i’m park seonghwa, the second vampire emperor, or prince, whatever you’d prefer, and am here to plead for your help because my empire is perishing and the eight of us can’t do much without you.”
the serious way he’s speaking almost convinces you, but it still sounds so crazy and nonsensical you keep yourself skeptical. you can't avoid some classical questions, though.
“why aren’t you burning or shining in the sun, then? and i don't see you sweating due to the giant amount of garlic in my kitchen. there’s no proof to your allegations, fang boy.”
seonghwa finds it really hard to suppress a smile. you were much more fun (and cute) than he thought, and seeing you being so doubtful only added to the feeling he had.
“because not all the tales you humans like to tell about us are true. garlic does not affect vampires at all, i have no idea where this... thing came from. we only get paler in the sunlight, as you may perceive.” he moves closer to your window, and you can see his slightly tanned skin turning paler and paler until his veins start to become proeminent and dark blue in his skin. it’s almost as if he's like a living canvas full of paint.
“i don’t believe you.”
“do you expect me to prove my identity then? because the only way to do it is by feeding, and im afraid you’re the only human in the nearer 260 feet at least.'' he steps closer and while he’s talking you see his fangs getting longer. and sharper. he touches his pointer finger with his teeth and his skin rips easily as if a needle had been dragged along it. when you look into his eyes they’re rouge as… blood. fear creeps into you and you step back, moving your head no.
“y-you can go on! i will hear you, i p-promise. i'm not exactly doubting it anymore.” you say, voice weak with fear. you move to your couch slowly, eyes still fixated in his every move. “i-im going to sit because this doesn’t sound like a conversation i’ll be able to take in while standing. feel free to sit too.” he moves to sit in the same armchair he’s leaning, but you start to talk again before you forget and his eyes move up to you again. “oh, but i want my keys and phone. you’ll not be getting my help making it look like you want to keep me in captivity.”
he nods, putting your phone and keys in your center table. you grab them almost immediately murmuring “thanks” because well, look where you are. he nods again and waits until you stop moving to talk.
“i’m shall start from the beginning since you have no familiarity with the vampires situation, right?” you nod, asking yourself what a vampire situation would mean. “the… ‘magic’ realm, i’ll call it this way for now because it’s easier, is hidden from human eyes. we have our own rules that exist to ensure mainly two things: that we won’t reveal ourselves to you with ease and that we will have peace, or anything closest to it, within us. some centuries ago people lived in balance and each kind had their own inside rules and organization besides these two major ones, but a riot some of the folks started created chaos and eventually a war. it was a slaughter; many villages were destroyed and many creatures, killed. it’s one of the darkest chapters of our story.
“wait, what do you mean by ‘creatures’ and ‘folks’? you’re not saying…”
“witches, elves, mermaids and sirens, gnomes, fairies, fauns, they’re all real. at some level, at least. i say this due to the fact you humans love to fantasize about their characteristics way too much, as you could testify with me and the sun belief you had. the majority of things you assume you know about them or about ur are probably inaccurate.”
your frown, “and what is the truth about all of you, then? what is wrong in the things i’ve been taught?”
there’s hints of a smirk in his lips, but he tries his best to keep neutral. “curious, aren't’ we? i’d love to share it with you, but it’s best that you learn it by yourself.” your eyebrows raise and he gets the sign to keep talking. “we’ll get there, do not worry.”
he takes a deep breath, a shadow of something gray crossing his sharp features. “after the war finished, pretty much all that was left was chaos. in an effort to save the survivors, an assembly was arranged so we could fix new rules and try to establish things. it happens that the vampires were the race that had the fewest deaths and casualties during the war and managed to better organize ourselves for that to happen, so it was decided by majority that we would rule all races from then on.”
“holy crap-” you tap your mouth, using the best of your self control skills to not laugh in his face, “this sounds like a fanfic i’d have read when i was twelve. how did you guys manage all the power? and you said majority, not unanimity. there was someone against it, i suppose.”
seonghwa allows himself to smile, happy to observe you notice things rather quickly. you try to suppress your own reaction; if he was already handsome poker faced, it felt like his smile alone could convince you about anything he was saying and more. “we accepted it, since it was what most wanted. some begged, even, at some point of the discussion. it was never easy, though. we have faults and committed many mistakes, some worse than others and some… unforgivable, if i’m being honest. but i assure we hardly did then out of personal selfishness, the weight of keeping things in place is always something that humbles us down. and yes, you assumed correctly, there were people against it.”
he pauses abruptly, looks at you and laughs quietly, which confuses you. the fact that his laughing warms you inside has nothing to do with it, you reassure yourself.
“what?”
“if you thought the previous facts i’ve told you sounded like a… fantasy book or so, you can’t wait for the next bit.” he tries to dwell his laughter down to answer you, but you can see he’s struggling. “guess who disagreed with us being in power?”
it takes you less than a millisecond to reply. “no shit it were the werewolves.”
he starts laughing again but freely, not trying to refrain himself, and this time you can’t control the shocked smile that creeps onto your face along with your eyes widening.
“jesus fuck, seonghwa-” you have to pause for a second to recompose yourself, because you started laughing too hard along with him without even realizing, “it was already hard to believe the whole vampire convo and all, now you’re saying that not only other species of magical creatures do exist but the rivalry between vampires and werewolves is real? how do you expect me not to think this is some sort of twilight remake?"
“oh, no, not that movie,” he says while trying to stop laughing, “i’ve never watched it but it has caused enough misunderstandings already about us.”
you eye him up and down, “have some respect, it’s a masterpiece! i’m sure you just have never watched it because you know you’ll get inferiority complex since you’ll never be edward cullen.”
“i’ll pretend i know what you’re talking about and agree.” you laugh but on your own this time, and he can’t avoid admiring the wrinkles in your face when you do it. “resuming, the werewolves were never exactly comfortable with the idea of us in power in the first place, but as i said it was what the majority wanted. it has been like this for over eight centuries, and everything was going peacefully until around the nineteenth century. the werewolves started a rebellion against our empire, and to do it joined forces with each and every wrongdoer in our realm. they managed to have each and every single creature that had committed horrendous crimes as their allies, which caught us by surprise. we’ve tried to talk to them in the beginning, but it didn't work; they started to kill vampires and pretty much everyone that agreed with our power. it has been like this since then, and we were succeeding in controlling the war until one century ago.”
“oh.” nice way to react, you think. but what would be a great reaction for a narnia x game of thrones crossover of sorts? “i’m… i’m sorry, i guess. i’m not sure how to properly react to all of this, and it’s harder to conceive it as true. and what does it all have to do with me? swear i’m trying not to be a jerk or so, but why are you telling me all of this? why did you come after me?”
seonghwa, once again, has to control a smile creeping in. “because you, y/n, might be the key to saving everything.”
your brain short circuits. “what?” you freeze, wanting to laugh in his face, but the serious and hopeful look he gives you indicates he’s telling the truth. then a detail, a tiny but important detail comes to your mind. “wait- how the fuck do you even know know my name? i haven’t said it to you until now, there’s pretty much no mail you could get that from and most of my friends call me by nicknames, how do you know it?”
despair flashes through his eyes, but it’s only for a second. “well, here's where things start getting… interesting. or complex. i know it might sound crazy but… there’s… you… you’re…”
its the first time he seems uncertain or insecure and maybe even afraid in his speech if you squint, but the next bit that comes out of his mouth makes everything really sound like a big joke.
“i’m afraid there’s no easy way to let you know this, so i’ll have to be straightforward. you’re a living amplifier to any type of supernatural being. this amplifying power is given to a human in earth as a blessing from whatever force that keeps the universe balanced from time to time, but there are always at least a few centuries that part the amplifiers’ births. the last amplifier was a friend, an ally of ours that helped - or rather lead us vampires to our victory and was the sole reason why i and pretty much all of the survivors are still alive. i know your name because it was one of the last words he said before passing after sacrificing so much to guarantee peace amongst supernatural folks. i’m here to ask or rather plead for your help, because although we have more resources and ways of fighting now we’re afraid that it might not be enough for the challenges we might face.”
you blink once. twice. then you sneer.
“you know, i was almost believing you. i’m ashamed to admit it, but it was almost getting to me. but after this i'm afraid i’ll have to call kai and yeonjun and tell them to stop fucking with me every halloween season because this is way off limits. you’re a great actor, though,”, you say, reaching for you phone, “i’m sure you’ll go the distance or so. your costume is very well made too, i have no idea who thought about the eye mechanism but is sure surpr-
he takes your hand with his extremely cold one before you reach your phone.
“please. me and my brothers don’t have much time to deal with your doubts properly, and i’m sorry about that, so i beg of you. it probably sounds way far from your human rationality, but have you never felt anything different? any other type or force or liveliness different from what others feel? have you never seen the way some people thrive when they’re by your side? how they go higher than they probably would if they weren’t close to you? how it’s so easy for your to really connect to the people you love and how pleased they seem to be to love you back? have you ever felt observed? have you never seen that there are beings trying to put their eyes on you all the time, specially in nightmares?”
you head starts to spin. yes. he actually had a point. your presence around people you liked seemed to bring them more joy and great opportunities for some unknown reason, and it has been this way since ever. your childhood nickname was “lucky” due to this; the games and toys were funnier and happier when you were around, even if one of your friends got hurt - it would be fine, after all, right? the foster home you grew up in started to receive more donations after you arrived, and your foster dads were able to house even more children. your presence became a must in problem solvings while you grew up, because, for some reason, the fact that you were there made it all calmer and somehow easier. your friends would get higher grades, nicer positions in the school teams, greater opportunities and happier memories if you were involved or cheering for them; you were a walking lucky charm all over your life. your parents, your foster siblings and the few real friends you have always said the love they feel towards you is different than any type of love they’ve ever experienced. kai and yeonjun even like to joke that you have some type of magic on your blood or something, because they feel that your friendship will undoubtedly last for the rest of your life, no room for doubt.
and the nightmares. they were way more intense and frequent when you were a child. creepy and lone places, destroyed cities, dark alleyways stained with blood, desolated ghost-like faces, cries of help you never knew whom they belonged to. but the worse ones were the ones that had eyes around aware of your every move no matter what you did. they were the ones that offered your nights of sleep no mercy and made you wake up crying hard and shaking up from despair for years. funnily enough, they always seem to happen again frequently each spooky season.
“i-i suppose you’re right in some way, b-but-”
“have you had a time where you painted a lot? maybe when you were a kid?”
that’s what breaks you.
“h-how the fuck do you know this?”
his lips curve up, a sad smile reaching his eyes. “eden, the last amplifier, was a painter. probably one of the best ever seen in the whole world, if i have a say on that. an amplifier born will always have and nurture the last amplifier’s talents for at least some time, specially during their childhood. if you took on his talent, i bet your paintings were astonishing, even more for a child.”
your memories flash in front of your eyes: how many paintings have you made for your parents’ office? how many times did you spend your early sunday mornings painting in order to gift your siblings? how many of these were still with them, in their houses, becoming part of the scenery of their lives until nowadays? and why the fact you abruptly stopped doing them when you were nine or ten had never made sense until now?
“i’m- i’m sorry, but- this must be some type of misunderstanding or bad taste joke, that’s ithe only explanation, that's it-”
“as said before im deeply sorry that we don’t have more time to do this with ease but…”, he huffs, looking down and then to you again, “this is what will have you believing me. i’m really sorry.”
he stares into your eyes for one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight seconds straight.
and then it all hits you.
flashes of some of the places you saw in your nightmares, but this time live, in person, because you were there; a giant castle with an art studio, your beloved art studio, where all your creativity flew through the canvases, where life seemed to make more sense. flashes of people you never met; unfamiliar smiles in their faces, but the lingering feeling there’s no physical building that could carry your conception of home more than they could; nights together singing by the moonlight, but also serious conversations and arguing and fighting but always making up because, in the end, they’re your family; war and horrible battles and you standing in all of them offering everything this force inside of you could because things had to end in peace; crying, seeing red and hearing their last words for you. darkness, solitude, happiness, yearning, melancholy, bliss, doubt, joy, frustration, hope, all types of feelings that weren’t and were yours at the same time.
you snap out of it with the feeling of seonghwa’s cold thumbs drying the tears you didn’t realize were streaming down your cheeks.
“i’m sorry this is so unfair to you,” he whispers, “i really wish this could happen naturally, without demanding so much of you and shattering the world you know with such violence as it has always been with the others…”
for a while, you just allow him to hold your face and caress it, too overwhelmed by everything that’s flooding your brain. after what could be some seconds, minutes or even hours, you’re not sure at this point, you move away from his touch and he lets you go, something heavy in his eyes you are not able to decipher due to your state.
“you need time to digest it all, and you’ll have it. i’ll make sure that no nightmares or even visions plague your mind in the next days so you can rest. but i’ll have to come back in a week or two to ask you to come with me and help us if you’re willing to do it. i promise that i’ll answer any of your questions then and that more understanding of what you’re capable of will make it a bit easier. you can share all of this, but be sure to do it only with trusted ones and with as fewer people as possible.”
he gets up and makes the beeline to the door, but comes back and leaves a black business card in the table in front of you, just a single phone number written in red in it.
“if you need anything, do not hesitate to call this number and talk to me. i’ll do anything in my power to help you.”
he opens the door, turning to look at you for one last time. ”we’ll see each other again, y/n.”
seonghwa closes your apartment’s door and in a couple of minutes he’s walking in the street again. he takes his phone, dials a number he knows by heart and waits. the voice that answers him is curious, yet patient.
“hey, are you fine? how did it go?”
he huffs before replying, “as well as you would expect, hongjoong. they didn’t hit me with a broom or tried to shoo away with garlic, but also didn’t believe me until i forced them to see.”
“so you did have to hypnotize them?”
“unfortunately. humans got way too used to believe we’re bedtime stories, specially in this century, so it wasn't something i didn't expect, but i-”
“you’re not entirely comfortable with doing it too, i know. by the way, how did you feel? since it all probably got stronger, was it okay for you?”
seonghwa hesitates for a few seconds. “it was ecstatic, hongjoong. i’m not sure i’m able to fully translate it into words. the more time I spent there and the more I understood about who they are now the more it became hard to let go. this is nothing like anything else that i ever felt, and it’s only the first time i saw them. i feel lost but also as if i had finally found something very important inside me at the same time. i… have no idea of what to do.”
“maybe telling them, if you already didn’t?”
“no way. it was hard enough for them to believe the whole thing, it would be twice as hard if they knew- if i told them things probably would have been even harder. they’ll know when the right time comes.”
“sure, then. it’s your choice. are you already coming back?”
“yeah, i’ll call for the car in some minutes.”
“great. thanks, hwa. i know this was probably tough on you. come home safely.”
seonghwa replies with a hushed see you soon and hangs up. he knows hongjoong just wants to be sure, but they knew each other well enough for hongjoong to presume nothing of the matter would have been said to you by seonghwa.
because how could he? right after stealing the truth you had been living until and shattering it into pieces? it sounded too cruel for him, he felt it in the moment he laid eyes on you today.
time would say when he’d tell you that besides your name, eden also said that the next amplifier would be his soulmate, and that this would allow to change things forever.
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Halo Pt.2
warnings: less plot, but still plot, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, biting, light blood(play), light hair pulling, body worship, oral(f receiving), light degradation, yandere themes, dub-con, think that's it
summary: in your free time you do freelance writing, doing interviews with people most would consider strand and unusual. when you recognize that one of the regulars in your coffee shop only visits in the evening, you pose the question of where you can interview him, upon his agreement, you realize this is unlike any other interview
a/n: holy shit, i am alive actually. i feel kinda horrible that i last posted in september. life got kinda crazy, i was slammed with uni and work, and had intense writer's block. anyways, i hope those of you who enjoyed the first part enjoy this one even more! i'm not entirely sure how active i'll be this semester, but i'm not going to make any promises lol. as always, i hope you enjoy and have a great day! :D ~nero
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Vampire!Seonghwa x female reader
pt.1
Seonghwa looked off to the side, inhaling a calculated breath before he spoke.
“The nightlife. Where I was before was too prosaic and mundane. It lacked character. But here? There’s a flame that ignites when the sun goes down.”
You scribbled down his last sentence wanting to maybe use it as the title for the piece when you finished. Looking back up at him, you felt your body relax and suddenly everything felt easy.
“Where were you before?”
“Everywhere. I’m a bit of a nomad, you see? I can’t stay chained to one place for too long.”
“Did you find your last locations to grow boring, or was it something else?”
“Something else. Rather of my own doing, but needing to keep my needs satiated is a necessity.”
You paused for a moment and glanced at your notebook littered with questions trying to find the next avenue you’d walk down. You hadn’t been faced with someone so careful in their speech. He was answering your questions, yes, but not in the full detail that you desired. He was making you work.
“Being a nomad, you must have a flexible job. What do you do for work and what’s your haven for play?”
A smirk formed on his face, like he knew he was stumping you. Running his fingers through his onyx locks, he went to lick his lips and you noticed the length of one of his canines peeking from behind his upper lip.
“Ah, yes. For work, I was lucky enough to benefit from years of generational wealth, but I hated the fact of that being my only accolade. So I sought after art. I always rendered an interest in building things so I thought, why not extend that to an artistic field?”
“What’s your medium?”
“Sculptures and charcoal portraits. I love capturing time in a piece. I don’t know how long this life will grant me so I enjoy partaking in affairs that allow me to immortalize that time. Remind me to show you some of my portraits.”
Nodding, you remembered the busts you saw when you entered his home, the question crossed your mind if those were his art.
“Those busts that you have in your entryway, did you make those as well?”
“So you really were quite entranced. To answer you, yes, I did create those as well. They’re of my family who have since passed on. I don’t have many left in my life so it aids me in keeping the memory of them alive.”
Moving your hair out of your face to look at him, you furrowed your brow feeling sorry for him as you processed his statement.
“Are you all alone out here?”
The concerned look on your face quickly fell to anxiety as you feared you may be prying too much into his personal life. Getting ready to speak again, Seonghwa stopped you with the gentle raise of his hand and smiled.
“You’re not overstepping any boundaries, my dove. When I agreed to sit with you, pen in hand with the recorder running, I alleviated all forms of privacy for you. You may ask me whatever you feel called to ask. I’m yours for the evening.”
A soft smile pulled at your lips as you silently acknowledged him, and thanked him for being so tender with you. His velvet voice pulled you from your thoughts.
“To answer your previous question though, yes, I am all alone. It was lonely at first, but after a while it became comfortable. Perhaps preferred. I did find that recently though, the exigent desire for a partner has been pulling at my heartstrings.”
“With your interest in the nightlife here, surely it shouldn’t be too hard to find yourself a companion. Not to mention if you’re speaking romantically, I’m sure you’d find yourself plenty of options.”
You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth, but it was already in the air now and you just had to hope and pray that he’d let it slide.
“What are implying?”
Of course, he wouldn’t.
“I’m just saying…that, you know, you are an attractive guy. It seems like you’d have a particularly easy time…weeding through people.”
“You think I have a lot of suitors?”
Seonghwa had his arms folded across his chest now, gaining pleasure from making you squirm.
“I’m saying that I think you’d have a fair amount of people to choose from, not necessarily that they’d be worthy of your time.”
You brought the pen up to your lips, feeling your anxiety swirl in your body as Seonghwa continued to hanker down on you. You glanced over at your notebook again, seeing what you could ask to divert the subject but before you had the chance to speak, Seonghwa was prying.
“Worthy of my time?”
“From first impressions, you seem…difficult to entertain. Not to be impressed by the bare minimum, which if considering this town, there is a lot of.”
Seonghwa leaned forward, smiling without showing his teeth. His aura radiated a slimy smugness that irritated you but also ignited a fire within you.
“I’d beg to differ. There are a select few I’ve come across. I wouldn’t be so certain in your statement.”
Your mind was swarmed with questions, most of them centering around who he was entertaining and if you even spared a shot with him.
“Have you found a lover yet then?”
With Seonghwa still hovering over the desk, he looked so much larger than usual. He commanded even more attention and you couldn’t bear to tear your eyes away from his as he stared you down. When he spoke, he raked his eyes over your form and was begging whatever deity was out there that you’d pick up on his hints.
“I’ve found who I want to be mine, she just doesn’t know it yet. I’ve been leaving her clues, paltry I know, but I beg that she pick up my scent soon.”
“Like a secret admirer?”
“You can call it that, yes. What I feel for her though is more than what a secret admirer could possess.”
You felt your heart drop, not even letting the delusion have time to manifest to let you think that this “she” was you. You nodded your head and looked toward your notebook again scanning over your questions to see where you wanted to take the interview next. As you went to look up at Seonghwa again, you noticed that unabated gloss cast over his eyes again. The other thing you noticed was that his eyes seemed to change color. It was hard to tell for sure in the dim lighting of the study, but you swore you were seeing flecks of red in his irises.
As you inhaled to speak, you felt your body freeze and an indistinguishable tingle ran rampant through your limbs. Panic registered across your pupils as you tried to move but soon recognized that you were glued to the chair. Your limbs were attached to the wood of the desk as if your skin were made to melt into the surface. Suddenly as you looked at Seonghwa, you realized that you recognized this feeling, the energy that was emanating across from you. It was all too familiar.
It wasn’t sleep paralysis. It was him.
“Ahh, yes it was, my dove. I’m disheartened that it took you this long. Thought the journal would’ve been clue enough.”
Feeling that static in your fingers trail up your arm and down through your body, you felt control over yourself again. You pressed your back flesh against the chair, a feeble attempt at creating space between you two. Your vision was unfocused for a moment and in the blur created, you understood that the man across you was the figure in the corner of your room last night. Your breath quickened with fear, but something else mixed in with your emotions that you couldn’t quite place yet.
“Y-you we’re in my room last night?… Why?”
Seonghwa stood up slowly, his hands planted firmly on the desk. His frame which was at first sleek and inviting was now imposing and ravening. His eyes were boring into you making you feel so minuscule under his gaze. His tone was low, almost near a whisper, but his next words sent a chill down your spine.
“Because I can’t bear to leave you alone.”
Your eyes blew wide in panic, fear present in your features. You wondered how you could find a way out of this, a way to remedy the situation but you felt completely and utterly trapped. You looked behind you to the door of the study and defeat enveloped you as you came to the conclusion that any attempt you made to escape would prove to be fruitless. As you returned your gaze to Seonghwa, he was shaking his head, a grin cast on his face.
“How could you even think about leaving so early when we haven’t finished the interview yet, y/n? I’ve looked forward to this all day, I’d hate for it to end so soon.”
Seonghwa furrowed his features into a pout, persuading you to swallow your fear and sit forward. Maybe, if you indulged in him he’d let you leave. As Seonghwa sat back in his seat, a new wave of questions ran through your brain. Whether or not you’d include this in the posted interview, you needed closure for yourself. Asserting yourself in your spot, you sat taller, your gaze piercing his as he did to you moments before. Your voice carried a dominance that hadn’t been present all evening.
“How long have you been following me?”
“Fiesty are we?”
“Hwa, how long have you been on my tail?”
“My dove, I’m disappointed. How could you not realize all those rotten feelings you felt when you stepped out of your car were because of me?”
His face was sickening, he was enjoying this. The smile that painted his face was sardonic and it made acrimony bubble within you. All those weeks where you felt like you were going brainsick were because of him.
I can’t believe him right now
“Better start believing y/n. At least you have the comfort of knowing you’re not demented.”
“Stop doing that!”
It was freaking you out that nearly every thought you had about him he had a response to. He was inside your head and you couldn’t place how he was doing it.
“Doing what, darling?”
“That! Being in my head! How are you doing that?!”
Your fear was making you hostile and agitated. You felt completely out of control and you hated every second of it. You were in a stranger’s house, agreeing to come based on the hopes that you’d get something out of this and now you were shackled in this room with a stalker. You stared down at your notebook trying to fit the pieces of all of this together. The thought finally dawned on you that he knew where you lived, and it was no mere coincidence that the journal you found at your front door perfectly matched the pen he gave you. Your eyes landed on a bookshelf behind you and you noticed a horrifying similarity between what was sitting on the shelves and what was resting underneath your hands.
“Ask me.”
Your head whipped to Seonghwa’s voice, not daring to disrespect him for you were fearful of the consequences.
“Ask you what?”
“Ask me how I know your thoughts.”
You inhaled a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for the answer you were about to be given. Sighing you looked straight into his eyes, and that’s when you noticed the color of them changed. A deep carmine colored his irises now. Your eyes squinted, trying to understand his motive now.
“How do you know what I’m thinking.”
He inhaled a breath, mocking you. He smiled at you, something sickeningly sweet about it.
“Vampirism. Vampirism is how I know. Vampirism is also how I’ve been able to stalk you without the thought of me ever crossing your mind. It’s the reason why I was in your bedroom, why I could never leave your thoughts, why you were entranced by me. By design, you were meant to be allured by me and you were. Which is why you’re sitting across from me.”
You were stunned. You always entertained the idea of supernatural creatures, but never did you think that were actually real. Never in your lifetime did you think that you’d be face to face with a vampire and with that knowledge you were now more fearful of your situation. Your next words flew from your mouth without any chance to filter.
“What do you feed on?”
Seonghwa leaned forward and smiled, the tip of one of his fangs peeking out onto his bottom lip.
“Whatever I can get my hands on. I have to say though, the more fear that exudes from my dinner makes the taste that much more delectable. And you, my sweet y/n, are absolutely intoxicating right now. Almost as sweet as last night. Gods, it took everything in me not to devour you then.”
You held your composure, but something stirred in your lower stomach. Radiating heat between your thighs.
Arousal.
You were feeling aroused by his words, and you were ashamed by it. Here you were, at the mercy of a stranger and yet, you were aroused by the transparency of his truths. You tried to push the feeling to the back of your mind, but something was bringing your innermost fantasies about Seonghwa forward. His eyes were indulging in you in sheer gluttony, looking at you like prey and you couldn’t help but think that he was holding back on what his inner monologue consisted of.
“What are you thinking about right now?”
You leaned forward, asserting yourself now that a lustful wave crashed over your body.
“So that’s what gets you off? Carnal urges, is it?”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“While true, it is what I heard prior to you speaking.”
Rolling your tongue across your teeth, you were through with the antics.
“What’s on your mind now, Hwa?”
He smiled flashing his teeth, his fangs on full display.
“Truthfully, I’m running through all the ways I want to consume you. To make you mine. And it’s becoming quite painful to ignore.”
You wanted to call his bluff, to catch him off guard even with the disadvantage of him invading the privacy of your mind. You stood up from the chair, the legs creating a painful scratching sound across the wood. You walked around the edge of the desk and positioned yourself in front of him, gently laying your hand on the table in front of his, your fingertips barely touching. Leaning down, you stared into his piercing garnet eyes damning yourself to cosset in the feelings that were licentious in nature. Wetting your bottom lip with the tip of your tongue, you felt your eyes blow in temptation and you knew he was aware of every second of it.
“Then do something about it. Live up to this lavish vampiric character you’ve laid out for me.”
With the passing of a second, the roles of power drastically shifted. His body moved with a swiftness that you hadn’t experienced and before you had a chance to register what happened, you were caged underneath his frame with your hips nailed against the side of the desk. His slender hand snaked its way to your neck, wrapping his deft fingers around your face and forcing you to look at him.
“Careful, pet. I don’t think you understand the gravity of your words.”
Eyes darkening with lust, you smirked at him feeling a sense of power as you watched him lose control in front of you. Moving your body to sit on top of the desk, you rolled your neck, exposing your most vulnerable space of skin to him.
“You reek of luxuria, have you any shame?”
“Not any more than you.”
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you trailed your hand up to the nape of his neck, goosebumps forming in its wake. You curled your fingers into the hair resting on his neck feeling fulfilled as you watched his body shiver in unabashed desire for you. His chest heaved heavy breaths as his lust for you was becoming harder to control. Seonghwa let his head fall into the conjunction of where your neck and shoulder met, his breath creating an intense humidity that only aided your arousal.
Pulling at his hair, you positioned him to look at you head-on. His eyes were blown wide, the red of his irises nearly covered up by the black of his pupils. His breathing was still heavy and you could feel a small bulge prodding at your inner thigh. Rolling your hips into his, you watched his eyes roll to the back of his head, only the white of his sclera showing. As he breathed out, a small whimper was swallowed in his throat. Pulling at his hair, he opened his eyes to look at you.
“Devour me, Seonghwa.”
Any suppression of his feelings turned into a zealous carnal display of affection. His lips were on yours in a second, hot and impassioned. His hands roamed over the exposed flesh of your thighs, indenting the skin with his fingers each time he squeezed. Your head was squirming with floating ideas and wrestling with the plain fact that you were getting exactly what you wanted.
As Seonghwa swiped your bottom lip, silently asking for permission, you parted your mouth just enough to grant your tongues the freedom to fight for dominance. With one roll of your tongue into his mouth, the side of your tongue was swiped by the point of his fang. It sent a chill down your spine but excited you even further. Feeling bold, you closed the space of your lips and bit down on his bottom lip, pulling away from him as you watched him with hooded eyes.
Letting your hands snake down his torso, you hooked your fingers into his belt loops pulling him closer to your clothed center. Gently rolling your hips, you were thankful that you wore a skirt as your aching cunt ghosted over his jean covered cock. Looking up at him, your eyes were blown and you could feel the sexual adrenaline raging through your body.
“I want you, Seonghwa. I want you to make me yours.”
Seonghwa looked down at you, a knowing smirk painting his mouth as he gingerly put his finger under your chin.
“Aww, how sweet. But darling, you were mine the moment I laid my eyes upon you, don’t you get that? I just needed that sweet invitation to fall from your pretty lips.”
In the blink of an eye, Seonghwa’s hands found their way underneath the fabric of your shirt. His hands were like ice, but the contrasting temperature soothed the raging heat dancing across your skin. There was an uncontrollable need and you felt like you couldn’t get close enough to him. Your body kept rolling into his and you couldn’t quell the small moan that escaped your throat.
“Excited, hmm?”
Your eyes were pleading, needing to feel something other than his hands roaming your body.
“Do something, please. I’m begging you.”
Seonghwa brought his face to the side of yours so that his lips grazed the shell of your ear. He was breathing slowly, almost methodically and it made your heartbeat race. When he spoke, your eyebrows furrowed at his lower tone.
“Just something?”
You mewled at him, tired of the teasing, but what he did next was not what you expected. One of his fangs made contact with the sensitive skin of your neck and you moaned out as the tip of it impaled your skin. Seonghwa pulled away, his tongue swiping at the tiny drop of crimson staining his tooth. His eyes darkened as he smirked at you and indulged in your metallic taste. You felt him roll his hips into yours, his cock growing harder as he imagined how it would feel to feed off of your naked body.
Growing impatient from the wanton ache that settled in your cunt, you pushed Seonghwa away from you and your body off of the desk. Making yourself as big as possible, you guided his body backward until his knees met the lip of the couch in the study. As his form gracefully plopped into the cushions, you tore your top off throwing it on the floor behind you. You straddled Seonghwa’s thighs, grinding your hips down into him as you made contact with his lap. You cupped his face as you let your body control your actions rather than your mind. Pulling him close, your lips danced a dangerous waltz of spit and tongue as he began to feel dizzy from the intensity.
Seonghwa was enjoying this obscene side of you, his nimble fingers gripping at your skin any chance he got. Pulling away from his lips, his mouth chased yours not ready for the kiss to end so soon. Placing your hands on his chest, you allowed yourself the time to admire his form. His perfectly sculpted body that was encased so delicately by the mesh he wore. You sucked your bottom lip behind your teeth as you gripped the fabric into your fist grinding down into his erection.
His hips rolled up into yours and his breathing quickened as he devoured you with his eyes.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“More than you know.” You panted out
Seonghwa patted your thigh and nodded his chin behind you.
“Up.”
You pushed yourself off of him, suddenly hyper-aware of your insecurities. They didn’t have long to manifest as his voice pulled you from your thoughts. He grabbed your hand leading you out of the study, down the hallway, and guided you into his bedroom.
“Never. Think such dreadful things about yourself, my dove.”
Seonghwa gently placed you down on the edge of his opulent bed, his bedroom far too extravagant for you to fully appreciate right now. Nodding his head behind you, you understood his cue to scoot back and your eyes never left him as he crawled over your body.
“It’s simply just, if I’m going to ravage you in the ways I’ve dreamt so vividly, it wasn’t going to happen on that vapid couch.”
He placed gentle kisses on your jawline, nipping slightly at the skin near your earlobe. Seonghwa then dragged his nose down the valley of your breasts and stopped at the hemline of your skirt. The heat and your arousal turn near suffocating under the constraints of your panties.
“You deserve to be tasted, worshipped. To be given a night of passion. And I, my sweet y/n, am going to give you all of that and more.”
His voice turned more gruff the more his sentence trailed on. What you failed to realize was that due to the angle he was at, your arousal was like his personal parfum and it was dreadfully intoxicating. He acted with no haste as he dragged your skirt down your legs, taking your underwear with it. You felt embarrassment quickly wash over your body as you felt the stick of your arousal stretch between your needy lips and the ruined cotton.
Now fully exposed to him, you had nowhere to hide and it excited you. He pressed his nose against your clit, the action sending a savage bolt of lust through your body. Your body shivered as he took a deep inhale of your scent, his tongue following soon behind with a flattened lick across your folds. The moan that left you was covetous and echoed off the walls of his bedroom.
Seonghwa lapped at your folds like a ravenous dog and your sounds only egged him on. Your hips were riding his face, unable to get enough of him. When your hand found refuge in his inky locks, he moaned into your pussy, the vibrations bringing you to the precipice of your orgasm. With one hand gripping at his hair and the other fisting the sheets, you were moaning like a rapacious whore.
“Hwa, fuck! Hwa I’m gonna cum!”
Seonghwa gripped his hands tighter around your hips, shoving your cunt as close as possible to his mouth. Seonghwa focused on your clit, fluttering his tongue against your sensitive bud before sucking your orgasm right out of you.
“Fuckfuckfuck!”
Seonghwa didn’t give you a chance to ride out your first orgasm, instead, he continued sucking on your tender rosebud and let the aftershock of your second climax wash over you. Your body shook in intervals of vibrating lust. Chillis littering your body as you relished in the feeling he just bestowed upon you. Lifting himself from between your legs, he hovered over you with a satisfied smirk plastered on his lips. Soon his lips were on yours again and the tangy taste of yourself swept across your tastebuds. Pulling away from you, he began unbuttoning his shirt.
“You taste even better than what I dreamt of.”
You couldn’t quite wrap your head around the fact that he wanted you just as bad and your mouth moved quicker than your mind.
“Y-you’ve dreamt of me?”
An airy chuckle left his throat.
“Darling, if you question my likening for you one more time tonight, I’m going to have to chain you to my bed and fuck any trace of doubt out of you.”
Your hole squeezed around nothing and courage found itself in you again. Flipping your bodies over, you sat on top of his lap, your arousal spreading all over the top of his jeans. Undoing his belt, the sexual tension was fervid and it was as if you couldn’t move your hands fast enough. His cock was straining against the layers of fabric and you needed it straining against your walls.
Pulling his jeans down his legs with his underwear, you knelt down, prepared to offer up all your oral skills known to man. Before you could ghost your lips over his tip, Seonghwa’s hand found your chin and titled you to look up at him.
“There will be plenty of times for you to taste me, tonight though is about our collective ecstasy. To lose ourselves in one another.”
His hand pulled you closer to him and you straddled your legs over his. His leaky and libertine cock teasing your entrance as you hovered over him. His hair lay disheveled across his face all thanks to your hands and he somehow looked even more desirable than before. With puffy lips and heavy eyes, you needed him in every way imaginable.
Lowering yourself down onto his cock, you weren’t prepared for how big he’d feel as you took him in inch by inch. He thickened as you reached his base and made you feel so full. As you bottomed out on him, both of you moaned in harmonious synchrony that made you wish you could have it on repeat.
“Hwa~! You’re so—so big.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you squeezed his length inside of your velvety walls. You placed your hands on his shoulders needing something to ground yourself on. Seonghwa’s hands purchased themselves on your hips awaiting your movements.
“Call me that again.”
You rolled your hips, your walls fluttering as you looked down at him.
“Hwa~”
You let your forehead rest against his as your body began to ride his perfect cock. Your moans creating the quintessential licentious atmosphere.
“Hwa, baby…you feel so good.”
Your mind was racing, not really paying attention to the words that left your mouth. But you wished you did.
In seconds, the use of the pet name rendered you at his mercy. Only for a moment did his cock leave your seraphic cunt as your bodies were flipped once again. Seonghwa entered you with such a force that you could only describe as concupiscent and raw. Your nails immediately dug themselves into his back and the sounds that left him were more obscene.
“Oh, God!”
“God is nowhere in this room, nor will he ever be, Pet.”
His moans were tantalizing, hypnotizing you even more so under his spell. His thrusts were deep and calculated, abusing your G-spot with every hit. If God wasn’t in this room, all that Seonghwa was making you feel definitely felt like it. You’d never felt euphoria like this before, it was sinful in every sense of the word and made it feel like there truly was a reason for Him to have died for our sins. Feeling a pool of heat begin to settle near the bottom of your stomach, you wrapped your legs around his waist caging him to you.
“Y/nnn, I can’t hold myself back much longer.”
As your walls fluttered around him one more time you shook your head, your voice coming out with more air than you anticipated.
“Me n-neither.”
You kissed him again, impassioned and frenzied. Panting against his lips, your nails found solace in his back again. His breath was creating humidity in your neck and you enjoyed every second of it. Looking into his eyes, there was more swimming in them than just lust.
“I want all of you. I want to feel every part of you Hwa. I need you. I need you so bad, H~wa!”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your nails dug deep crescents into his skin. As you begged him for all he had to give he did just that as his mouth snuck its way to your neck and his fangs sunk into your skin.
The feeling of the puncture was just what you needed to peer over the horizon of your orgasm and crash into the sea of its entirety. Seonghwa was still pumping his hard cock into you and then you felt a familiar warmth flood your walls. Your body squirmed underneath him and slowly your vision began to blur. Before you had the chance to completely lose consciousness, you watched Seonghwa slice his tooth into his wrist and felt the crimson drain over your lips as he pressed his wrist to your mouth.
“Drink, my sweet dove.”
His voice was so sweet. Like a siren’s as you drifted into a slumber that was filled with nothing but pleasure.
~*~
When you awoke, you were still lay in his massive bed, but your body was covered in a black silk nightgown and you smelled faintly of sandalwood and frankincense. You turned your head to the left and then to the right only to find that the bed was empty.
Where did he go?
You pushed yourself up to sit in the bed only to be met with the worst headache in your life. It felt like your entire body was pounding in pain and the drumming of it only kept getting louder. Wincing, you heard the handle click open on the bedroom door, revealing Seonghwa with an assortment of food, water, and a glass of red liquid. Wine maybe?
“I could hear you worrying from across the house. Trust, I’ll never be far from you. Now—I know you’re probably in a decent amount of pain right now, but it’ll soon fade in the next few days. Your body can still take normal food just not in large quantities. Here.”
His voice trailed off as he tore a piece of the croissant laying on one of the few small plates on the tray. Holding it up, he raised his eyebrows encouraging you to open your mouth. Obliging, you gently took the piece of bread from him, chewing slowly as you tried to make sense of your reality.
“Did you…did you turn me?”
“Yes.”
You nodded.
“So that means, I’ll be like this forever? Like you?…With you?”
You saw something like fear flash in his eyes for a moment. Or maybe it was regret?
“Yes. And if you’d like to spend your days with me then it does seem that way my sweet dove. If you feel otherwise I will not hold you back. Although, I will admit I will have a hard time staying away from you.”
He smiled, almost jokingly in a way that softened your heart.
This must be who he is behind that mask
“Forever with you doesn’t sound so bad.”
You blinked up at him, a smile spreading across your own face.
“I was hoping you’d say something like that.”
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under the lights || psh (m)
"To Seonghwa, you're the most stunning person in his lifetime. He's so committed to you that he gifts you something very precious for your anniversary."
✨ Pairing: vampire!Seonghwa x human!Reader (afab)
✨ Rating/Genres/Aus: M(18+); Fluff, smut, minor angst; Vampire au, established relationship
✨ Warnings: she/her pronouns (called Miss at one point), reader wears a dress, biting, blood, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, handjob, soft sex, multiple orgasms, talk about death, brief hint of suicide (no one does it)
✨ Word Count: 2.6k
✨ Beta: @ssaboala thank you so much for looking over this! I really appreciate your time and how quickly you finished beta'ing this. You're amazing! ^-^
✨ Author's Note: Happiest birthday to Seonghwa! His cover was beautiful (and I love Troye so extra ahhh!!!! for me haha), and I hope he knows how much he's loved ❤︎ This story was inspired by listening to "i'm yours (sped up)" by Isabel LaRose. I had a vision in my head, and I thought Seonghwa fit it the best 🥰 My version of vampires is a combination of different vampire characteristics.
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Seonghwa stands at the bottom of the grand staircase.
His eyes are lowered to his white top, adjusting the fabric for the hundredth time. He feels as if this will be his first time seeing you, but he knows that isn’t the case. He’s been your partner for years. He’s seen every side of you. Nevertheless, he shuffles his feet in anticipation of your arrival.
The staircase is grandiose; there are two flights of stairs on either side that meet in the middle before becoming one. Sure, it’s a little excessive for just a man–and occasionally his butler–but Seonghwa has always been someone with exquisite taste.
Seonghwa hears the sound of your footsteps before he sees you. His eyes snap up to the left where the sound is the strongest. His admiration for the staircase is diverted at the first sight of white.
For your fifth-year anniversary, you and Seonghwa decided to wear white—a color that both of you loved and were wearing the first time you met.
Seonghwa watches with rapt attention as you descend the stairs slowly.
You graze your hand against the railing, eyes finding him as a smile contorts your facial features. The light from the chandeliers catches on the sparkles of your dress, reflecting small specks on the walls that move with each step you take. For Seonghwa, time slows down upon seeing your beauty.
He doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until you’re standing before him. The small laugh that emits from your body has him tilting his head.
“What’s so funny?” he asks.
You smile and take hold of his hand. It’s cold as always but fits the mold of your hand perfectly.
“You look like you’ve been hypnotized,” you reply.
“I have,” he responds without hesitation, “You look magnificent, love.”
Your face begins to heat at his compliment.
“And you look dashing, Hwa.”
“Dashing?” he wonders for a second. “I rather like that.”
Smiling, you lean forward. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Your lips meet his in a chaste kiss. If it weren’t for the dinner bell, you would’ve kissed him longer.
Even after all the years of knowing him, Seonghwa remains a gentleman. He pulls the seat out for you and helps tuck you under the table afterward. He sits adjacent to you at the head of the table.
And like all things Seonghwa, the dining table is lavish and large as well.
Ungyu, Seonghwa’s butler, waits on the both of you. Even though he typically does this, today is usually his off day. He’s been with Seonghwa since the younger man was a child. He didn’t solely raise him, but he did have some impact on Seonghwa’s character.
“Is your meal alright, Miss YLn,” Ungyu asks.
You gaze up at him, nodding enthusiastically.
“Oh, it’s wonderful!” you beam.
Ungyu chuckles at your excitement. You can tell he’s pleased with himself at having prepared a delicious dish.
“And you, Master Seonghwa?” He turns to your boyfriend.
Seonghwa rolls his eyes playfully at the title. “Ungyu, I’ve told you not to call me that.”
“Have you?” he teases. “I must be losing my hearing.”
“Or your memory,” Seonghwa mutters as Ungyu begins to walk away.
“Need you not forget, you still have other courses. I do advise you to keep your cook happy,” he suggests playfully.
“What are you going to do? Poison me? I’m already dead,” Seonghwa retorts.
“Perhaps, but I know how to put you on bed rest for a couple of weeks.”
“Alright, alright,” Seonghwa finally backs down with a chuckle before turning to you. The smile on his face fades when he sees your mouth dipped down.
“Is something wrong, baby?” he questions.
You shake your head and force a smile. Seonghwa knows you better though. He sighs and sets his utensils down.
“It was my dead joke, huh?” he recalls.
“You know I don’t like them,” you say softly.
Despite it being the truth, you hated being reminded that you were still from two different worlds. You’ve been ready to step fully into his world, but Seonghwa has never granted your wish. He always said if the time was right, but at some point, it would be too late. Your body ages faster than his and is more fragile. You also didn’t want Seonghwa to be alone if you were to pass. Needless to say, the joke reminded you of all your concerns.
“I’m sorry,” he earnestly replies. He reaches a hand out to cover one of yours. “I didn’t do it to hurt you.”
You flip your hand over to intertwine your fingers. “I know.”
“Let’s finish dinner and then head to the bedroom. I have a present for you,” Seonghwa instructs gently with a squeeze of your hand.
Seonghwa’s room is probably the cleanest room in his home. No dust particles can be found and everything has its own place. You had offered to help him one time, but he rejected your offer. There is a sense of tranquility when he cleans, so he doesn’t mind the length it takes him to tidy up his bedroom. That, and he’s rather picky about how things get cleaned.
Seonghwa leads you to sit on the edge of his plush bed. He turns his back to you as he goes to retrieve whatever he got you.
“You didn’t get me a pair of socks, did you?” you joke.
Seonghwa laughs and shakes his head. “No, I got you this.”
He walks toward you holding up a small vile. The contents are a red liquid, and you lean closer to get a better look.
Seonghwa slips the vile in your hand silently.
You turn the glass in your palm then unscrew the cap. You cautiously bring the container to your nose. The smell is slightly metallic.
“Is this…” you trail off, closing the cap and looking at Seonghwa with wide eyes.
“My blood,” he confirms.
At your still-confused look, he takes the vile back. He places it gently in its cushioned box before sitting next to you.
“It’s for emergencies only,” he explains.
Then it dawns on you why he gave it to you.
In order for a human to turn, they must have vampire blood in their system when they pass. You can turn yourself by consuming his blood. You now had easy access to it. Though his explanation rings in your ears. He is trusting you not to use it “just because.” Despite being willing to commit your life to his, you weren’t going to go behind his back. After all, that isn’t how you treat someone you love wholeheartedly.
“I can’t always be there for you, and I do see myself with you for decades,” he starts, “but now isn’t the time.”
You open your mouth to protest, as you normally do when this topic arises, but Seonghwa shakes his head.
“One day, we’ll do it properly. For now, you have that,” he gestures to the box. “If something happens, and I can’t be there for you.”
You know he’s implying to only use the vile in a life-threatening situation. It should be a last resort.
He eyes you with a mixture of emotions as you digest his words. Just the mere thought of something happening to you has him feeling on edge.
“I understand. Thank you,” you finally say.
Seonghwa nods, trying to force a smile on his lips, but his tormenting thoughts hold him back.
“Hey,” you call out gently and place a hand on his thigh. “I’m safe. I’m here.”
“Yeah,” he replies.
“Just focus on the now. Focus on me.”
With that, you lean forward and capture his mouth in yours.
Seonghwa reciprocates the kiss passionately. He loses himself in the simple feeling of your kiss. He pushes you back onto the bed, leaning over you and keeping his weight from crushing you. You move a leg to wrap around his waist to pull him closer.
One of Seonghwa’s hands cradles your neck while the other trails up the leg that’s hooked over his waist. The fabric of your dress becomes bunched up the higher his hand goes. Soon, his fingers are toying with the material of your underwear.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” Seonghwa asks softly after he pulls away from the kiss.
Your eyes flutter open as a smile forms. “You did.”
“Happy fifth anniversary,” he says.
“Happy fifth anniversary,” you echo, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks.
Seonghwa dips his head down to give you another kiss before moving to your neck. Your head tilts to give him more access.
In a matter of minutes, both of you have discarded your clothing. His fingers are sliding in and out of your pussy with ease, and your hand is pumping his shaft.
Your moaning turns into a gasp when you feel two needle-like teeth graze your skin. The pressure isn’t hard enough to break the skin, but the sensation has your body buzzing with anticipation. However, the feeling of Seonghwa biting down never comes. In lieu, his mouth presses into your neck in a kiss.
There’s a twinge of disappointment, but you don’t linger on it. You know Seonghwa prefers to bite you only if necessary. There was a moment in your relationship where he did so more frequently, but after one feeding where he got carried away, he vowed to limit himself.
Seonghwa’s hands slip from your entrance and gently pushes your hand from his cock. He angles his head so you can see his face again. He looks as stunning as ever, and there’s a brief moment where you forget to breathe.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, love,” he promises with a kiss on your lips. At the same time, he positions himself between your legs and gradually buries himself in your heat.
His size makes you cry out, head thrown back as your eyes close for a moment.
Seonghwa stills to allow you to adjust. When you start wiggling your hips for more, he moves. His thrusts are steady, yet powerful. He’s not moving as quickly as he can. Regardless, he still feels amazing.
He keeps the same pace, sometimes giving a few rough thrusts that have you inhaling sharply or rubbing your clit with one of his hands.
Your sounds are becoming more persistent, and your walls clench around him. Seonghwa knows you’re close to your edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Come for me. I’m right here.”
Seonghwa’s hips speed up for the first time. The action has you coming undone in a matter of seconds, shuddering and crying his name.
Your body sags into the mattress. Your harsh breathing is loud in your ears, but you rather hear Seonghwa’s pretty moans so you try to catch your breath fast.
“I love when you fall apart for me,” Seonghwa comments, hips still rolling against yours to near his own climax.
His eyes are focused on your body, the way your chest is rising and falling quickly. Then his senses start to heighten. His mouth dries at how sweet your smell is. He has to force himself to slow his movements instead of speeding up. He can’t stop staring at your neck and deep down there’s a part of him that hates when his body does this. He’s gotten better at controlling his natural urges, but it’s never easy. Especially not when you look and smell so enticing.
“Seonghwa,” you call out lovingly.
It takes a few more calls of his name to get his attention finally.
His eyes are slightly bloodshot and more vibrant than before, and the veins under his eyes are more prominent.
“Come here, Hwa,” you beckon gently.
Seonghwa shakes his head. “I’ll be fine. I’m sorry,” he says quickly as he bows his head.
You reach out and take hold of one of his hands, tugging him down to you until his face is right above yours. The new position makes him shift inside you. Seonghwa stares at you with the same look he has every time you see him like this.
“I’m yours. Every part of me,” you say while you cup the back of his head.
Before Seonghwa can reply, you guide his face to your neck.
You can feel his ragged breath on your skin. His body is tensed under your touch as if he’s forcing himself not to succumb to his desires.
“Go on, Hwa,” you encourage. “I trust you.”
There are two pokes on your neck where Seonghwa has placed his fangs, however, he doesn’t penetrate the skin.
“I love you,” you breathe quietly, moving your hands to his sides. It’s barely above a whisper, but you know Seonghwa’s hearing is way above the average human’s.
Your words cause him to relax, and it reminds you to do the same. It’s always easier when you’re not tense.
There’s a sharp pain in your neck as Seonghwa sinks his teeth into your skin. Your fingers dig into his sides while your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. Though as always, the pain subsides soon and is replaced with a feeling of euphoria.
Seonghwa drinks from you slowly, forcing himself to savor your taste instead of ravishing you like the animal he’s portrayed as. His tongue darts out to lick the dripping blood. He gains a burst of energy at how divine you taste, which causes him to begin moving his hips again. Your hands slide up his body to wrap around his shoulders.
The feel of his cock gliding against your walls combined with the intoxicated-like feeling have you reaching new heights. The chandelier in the room twinkles above; its hanging crystals make you feel like you’re in a glittery fantasy.
Seonghwa quickens his thrusts, and you feel another orgasm approaching.
You try to pull his body closer, cling to him as if you need him to survive, but you don’t have much strength. You just want to feel more of him.
Suddenly, Seonghwa pulls away from your neck, a deep groan emitting from his throat as he releases his load deep in your cunt.
You come seconds later; your arms fall limp next to your head. You’re both coming down from two highs—the sex and the feeding. You’ve never experienced both simultaneously, so this was a new sensation. You would love to feel it again in the future.
Seonghwa’s body relaxes on yours more, though still not all the way. His breathing is harsh against your shoulder, eyes closed as he tries to regain his composure.
Eventually, he pulls away and lays beside you. You instantly curl into him, which has him wrapping his arm around you.
“How are you feeling?” Seonghwa asks.
“Incredible,” you answer and glance at him.
Seonghwa smiles down at you, his fangs peeping out under his upper lip. Maybe if you didn’t know him, you would’ve found the sight a little scary. However, this was your Seonghwa. A man who you’ve grown to love quickly. A man who cherishes everything he has. A man who you want to be with forever.
“A few more minutes then we should get dressed,” Seonghwa says after a moment.
“Why? Can’t we stay here?” you wonder, unsure why you need to dress when it was just you two. Ungyu had left right after dinner.
Seonghwa grins, “I’ve got other plans for us.”
“Really? But I told you I didn’t need anything fancy tonight. I just want to be with you.”
Instead of sticking to his “few more minutes” plan, he climbs out of bed and clothes himself once more. You follow behind him slowly; you’re not quite ready to leave his comfy bed—or his arms (though it’s too late for the latter).
“And that you will be,” Seonghwa reassures then grabs your shoes for you. As he helps you slip them on, he stares up at you with shiny eyes.
“The night’s only begun.”
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“Red Suits You” Spoiler
Vampire Seongjoong x fem!reader!
Synopsis: Your sight was 20/20, just everything was gray. Everything except emotions, and the inhumane/supernatural. Red wasn’t a color you liked to see, but two vampires have deemed that the color that suits you most, in more ways than one.
Spoiler for another work I’ve been workin on. No release date yet ^^
Following two predators into a secluded room in their den was perhaps the most stupidest idea you had ever had.
Yet you did so.
Grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to her, Ari didn't even look in your direction. "Yes please." Only when they turned their backs did she glance at you with pure excitement and a low squeal. Forcing a smile you let her drag you after them, every step you took you filling you with more dread until it took most of the focus you could spare to keep it in check. If they knew you were afraid, they would question why; if they figured out that you knew what they were, you were as good as dead.
But how long could you play this game of charades when your very pulse could give you away? A simple nervous tick they would notice, or the pure fear they could no doubt smell if you let it get too overwhelming.
They approached a small black velvet curtain, the taller pushing it aside and letting the monochrome one lead you both down the small and eeriely lit hallway. You couldn’t help but look back, watching the crowd of sweaty bodies as you passed the man in red. Quickly the view was cut off by the man in red's form, the black curtain falling closed and a very noticeable difference sound already.
Magic no doubt. It wasn't often you ran into magic like this, but the purpose for the muffled sound barrier was obvious: so no screams could be heard past the velvet barrier.
Your heart rate spiked once more, palms feeling a bit sweaty as you held on tighter to Ari's hand. She didn't seem to notice how much quieter it was, but she did notice your reaction. "Aw are you nervous?"
You could feel both red gazes on you at her not too subtle question. To be put on the spot like this did not help you at all, but you were quick to try and turn it into an opportunity. Flushing at her question, you nodded admittance and kept your eyes downcast. "Of course I'm nervous... they're really hot." You hushed your words in a shy manner, knowing that Ari would buy it.
But would they?
"We're really flattered you think so-" The man in front started, approaching a dark door with a confident grin.
"-but we'd say that you are the attractive ones." The taller one finished, his words a hum by your ear and giving you a start. You hadn't realized he had gotten so close, which just had you pressing closer to your best friend. The amused chuckle he let out at your retreat only had your nerves on edge further. "And cute."
They were smooth, but of course they were. Who knew how many decades or centuries they had to perfect the hunt like this. Ari was smitten for it, not even aware of how you latched on as she stared at the monochrome vampire before you. He had opened the door to a lavish but also simple lounge of colors you couldn't place, but had a distinct feeling it matched the two vampires you were unfortunately trapped between.
"Oh my... this is so nice. Don't you agree?" Ari turned her eyes to lock onto yours, a silent message just for you brimming in them. Not wanting to answer, you just nodded and brought the forgotten wine glass to your lips as an excuse, looking around. You knew she wanted you to interact, to compliment them more and show an interest, but despite the resolve to protect Ari you were still too scared to do much.
What could you do against two vampires after all? Nothing. You were just a human with an odd sight. One who kept their head down and avoided them and the underworld as much as you possibly could because you knew it wasn't your place.
"My name is Seonghwa, its a pleasure to meet such beautiful ladies. Have a seat, relax, and I'll fetch even better wine." The man in red grabbed your attention while the other was already moving to sit in one of the large backed chairs to one side of the room. Behind the chairs sat a simple enough bar that Seonghwa moved over to with ease.
Ari took his words to heart and pulled you over to the loveseat across from the chairs, sitting you down so you were facing the still nameless vampire. With much enthusiasm she introduced you while you remained mute. "And my name is Ari, it's our pleasure really."
Cautiously you watched the back of Seonghwa between the two chairs, wondering if you could make out just what he was doing as he seemed to open another bottle of wine you couldn't recall where he grabbed it from. Ari was watching the vampire before you while he seemed to have his red eyes fixated on your face.
Only when he muttered your name did you pull your gaze to his, breath hitching at his expression. The pure lust in his eyes and the way he was biting down on his lip would have been quite hot normally, but your fear overwhelmed any desire that tried to form in your gut. You couldn't tell if he was looking at you like a hot meal or as if he genuinely wanted to fuck you. With an ankle propped up over his other knee, hands folded leisurely in his lap and a confidance to his posture, you were sure he believed he was going to have you as either. "I'm Hongjoong, so you know what name to chant later."
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✘Love That Lasts - Seonghwa✘
✘Special thanks too: Seonghwa, ATEEZ
✘Note: This wasn't requested by anyone but I made a sim marry a vampire and the coffins had me crying , it's super short but if you have any requests I'll gladly write them ♡︎
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✘TW: vampires : angst (not really) : dark themes : slight yandere : stalking :
10-23-23 ©Yawnzzznnn
You and Seonghwa met back in the 18 hundreds. You were a maid for his family, he bent the rules to be with you, unfortunately before Seonghwa could turn you into one of his kind, you died from a commen dieses going around at the time.
Seonghwa dedicated his years to find you, finally in 2023 he found the love of his life. The first(second 2nd) time he saw you, you were sitting in your favorite library in the far corner reading a book about vampires. He refrained from coming up to, fearful of scaring you.
Instead he chose to watch from afar, deep down he knew it wasn't ok, but he told himself he was just watching over you. A few months of basically stalking you, he concocted a plan, for you to "accidentally" run in to him at the cafe you often visited. Once he saw an opportunity, he put his plan into motion.
he went full force in to your body knocking your book into the gutter next to you, and your drink went all over the both of you. Seonghwa purposely wore white clothes, having known you'd completely ruin them.
Being the person you are, you frantically asked for forgiveness and offered to buy him a new outfit (although it was all vintage one of a kind). Seonghwa apologized before offering to buy you a new coffee after he changed, you denied, but he was persistent, eventually he convinced you to let him buy you a new coffee.
On the walk to his house, smiling as you complimented it's vintage look. He took his time getting changed keeping you in his house for longer, after awhile Seonghwa took you to buy a new coffee. The two of you sat talking at a corner table.
When he asked for your phone number, although confused on how to actually work a phone, he knew the basics. You agreed quickly giving him your number. 30 minutes later the two of you bid goodbye to one another, you went home and Seonghwa followed you home.
A few months went by of the two of you meeting and, talking over the phone, before Seonghwa asked you to be his partner. He refused to tell you about the stalking and, how he knew who you were before you told him your name. But he did tell you he was a vampire he figured since your already his there is no escape anymore.
Seonghwa was even more cautious this time around, turning you into a vampire while you peacefully slept.
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seonghwa angst 2,14,30
2. “just let me go. please, i want to leave.”
14. “how could i ever trust you again after this?”
30. “tell me what i can do to make you stay. what i can say, so you won’t leave. i need to know how i can fix this!”
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𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 ⋆ 𝗉.𝗌𝗁 𝗑 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
plot╶ seonghwa is trying his best to earn your trust back after the incident.
genre + warnings╶ angst, vampire au, fantasy au, blood, neck biting, pinning,
word count╶ 1.5k
tags╶ @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna
you didn’t want to admit it, but you were scared. you were scared of seonghwa after what you witnessed him do.
he was your lover for as long as you could remember, even though relationships between a vampire and a human were forbidden in your town, you still wanted to be with seonghwa. you needed him in your life more than anything.
everyone in your village lied to you about vampires being aggressive, violent, blood thirsty creatures. but with seonghwa, all of that was proven wrong. he was a humble, kind vampire. he’d never do anything to hurt you. in fact, throughout the years you two were together, he’d keep you safe and would make sure no one laid a finger on you.
of course from time-to-time, he would joke about biting another human if they did anything to you, but you both knew hwa would never do that. even thinking about biting someone and drinking their blood made him disgusted. of course, he’d have his friends deliver him bags of blood so he wouldn’t have to feast on anything living, but he couldn’t do it without thinking about you.
what if you were weirded out by the fact he was drinking blood? yeah, you knew he was a vampire and it was normal for them to do this, but he believed you’d lose interest in him if you ever caught him drinking blood. which leads to why he didn’t like drinking it in front of you.
but you didn’t care. that was the least of your worries. seonghwa told you he wouldn’t become hungry for blood unless it was a red moon, or as you liked to call it, a “blood moon.”
a blood moon. the only time of the year when a vampire would be hungry for blood. so hungry, they’ll become extremely violent. they wouldn’t be able to think for themselves due to them needing blood in their system. he made sure to warn you before the day came, and you two made a plan for when the blood moon came. you’d go to you village and hide with the others while he feasted on animals nearby. it was the perfect plan.
or so you thought.
you didn’t realize the moon had become a dark shade of red when you walked into seonghwa’s mansion. the moment you stepped in, tiny glass shards were everywhere and the living room was a mess. with each step you took, the fear in side you grew, seeing his place a mess like this was unusual since he was a neat freak. something was off.
seeing the light from the moon shine into the mansion, you knew what was wrong. the blood moon had come early, and seonghwa was going crazy.
“hwa?” you called out, taking slow steps to not step on any glass. “hwa, are you—jesus, why is there so much glass?”
he didn’t have any time to prepare. normally you’d help him clear the room of sharp objects so he didn’t become crazy enough to cut himself and drink his own blood, though that would only happen if he couldn’t find anything to feed on. since everything happened so sudden, he had zero time to prepare and get rid of everything.
“y/n,” he rasps, clawing at his chest as he stumbled from the dining room, his eyes a dark shade of red. “y-y/n, you need to leave, it isn’t—it isn’t safe.”
“seonghwa, let me help!” you run over while completely disregarding the fact that he could’ve pounced on you at that moment. “i know, i know, just let me take you to your usual spot and—”
“i said go!” hwa yells. the tone in his voice made you flinch and back away.
“please.” he pleads. “i don’t want to hurt you.”
“seonghwa, i can’t leave you like this. i-i can go try to find a rat or something! o-or maybe a bunny? fuck, i cant leave you like this, i want to help!”
“fucking hell, if you don’t leave, i could fucking kill you!” he stops, staring you dead in the eyes. his chest was heaving up and down and his lip twitched. something inside of him snapped. now he was looking at you like a piece of meat. as much as he didn’t want to, he couldn’t help it.
“y/n,” he says quietly, inching closer and closer to close the distance between you two. the moment you move your foot, he uses his speed to grab your wrist and pin you against the wall.
“s-seonghwa—” you stutter. your words went through one was and out the other. “seonghwa, snap out of it!”
he doesn’t respond. he stared at you for a little while longer, then his eyes trailed down to your neck, all of his senses going crazy. he smelled you. he smelled your blood. he needed to bite you, it was driving him mad. without warning he brings his face closer and bites into your neck, holding you tightly so you wouldn’t move.
the scream you let out can’t even be described. it was blood curdling, piercing, something you’d hear out of a horror movie. you hit him as hard as you could to try and signal it was hurting, but nothing worked. he was so desperate to have blood, he couldn’t get it into his head that he was hurting you. hwa digs his fangs deeper into your skin, blood pooling into his mouth from how much he was taking.
you began to felt lightheaded, everything in your body beginning to shut down from how much blood he was taking from you. before you even passed out, seonghwa came to his senses and pulled back, seeing your state and the deep bite mark in your neck.
he lets go of you. his hands were shaking so much and the look on his face; he regretted it. he regretted everything. he was so scared of himself, scared of what he’s done to you, and what he would do next. he took a few steps back and began hyperventilating; everything around him felt like it was spinning.
you took a few seconds to get yourself together. you bring your hand up and place it on your neck, retracting it and seeing your blood on it. seonghwa just bit you. he bit you; something he promised he’d never do in a million years.
“y/n—” he tried to explain himself, but you stormed off before he could continue. he grabs your wrist before you could get far enough and turns you around. “y/n, please!”
“just let me go. please, i want to leave.” you sniffle and avoid eye contact. “i want to go home, let me go!”
“i-i didnt mean to do that, you know how i get when there’s a blood moon! please! i-i didn’t want to, i swear, b-but you smelled so good and i could resist so—”
“so what, seonghwa?! you promised me that you would never bite me, no matter how hungry or thirsty you got! you said you’d be able to control yourself around me when a blood moon came in case you needed my help, but you lied! you lied about everything!” you scream at him. “i-i cant even fucking—ow ow ow.”
your bite mark hurt even when trying to yell. you glared at him angrily and big your lip to try and hold your tears back. words couldn’t express how you felt.”
“how could i ever trust you again after this?”
seonghwa felt tears well up in his eyes. he couldn’t lie, he did promise that he was able to hold himself together whenever there was a blood moon, but that was a lie. he couldn’t. hell, even when there wasn’t a blood moon, he’d use everything in him not to bite you. he felt terrible.
“i’m sorry, y/n. i really am. i just couldn’t control myself and—and it’s hard trying to do that. i thought i could but…”
“you couldn’t.” your voice cracks. “you couldn’t keep your fucking promise. i think i should go.”
“tell me what i can do to make you stay. what i can say, so you won’t leave. i need to know how i can fix this!” he tries to pull you closer to him. you snatch your hand away and shook, backing away. he didn’t dare take a step forward.
“i knew it was a bad idea to trust vampires.” you choke out. those words made seonghwa’s heart shatter. “i get why they told me to stay away from your kind. you guys are animals! you all cant control yourselves when you smell blood! you attacked me and now you want me to stay?! so you can bite me even more?!”
“no—no, t-that’s not why i want you to stay!” he sobs. “y/n, please, i need you.”
“no, you don’t, seonghwa.” you take a deep breath. “i can’t trust you after this. you hurt me, hwa. not only that, but you scared me. i don’t want to be with someone i’m scared of.”
“i…” he didn’t know what to say. he knew he was a freak, but he couldn’t help it? “i’m sorry.”
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moonlight sonata | seonghwa
starting off the new year with some more ateez stuff bc MAN do i love ateez. <3
summary: after a devastating loss, you find yourself on the doorstep of a vampire, begging him to change you. and he does -- just not in the way you were expecting. (vampire!seonghwa x fem!reader)
genres: slow burn, modern fantasy, mild horror that will grow in severity in later parts
warnings: vampires, death, blood mentioned, murder mentioned, drinking blood is kind of a thing with vampires so definitely is brought up throughout, some gendered terms i believe, mention of reader being a woman, i think that might be all, please lmk if you find anything else!
One might think, as you did, that a vampire’s house might have at least a fence.
You check your phone, trying to make sure your GPS has guided you to the right house. Honestly, it does look sort of spooky -- a shadowy wrap-around porch supports a towering black structure that juts up through the scraggly branches of trees that haven’t quite recovered from winter’s chill, the windows all black and watery-looking in the bright moonlight. But no fence. And from what you can tell in the darkness, no cameras.
You shrug and make your way up the walk toward the foreboding, ornate door. You hadn’t meant to arrive in the blackness of night, but years of feeling next-to-nothing mean that even though you know that you’re literally arriving on death’s doorstep, you aren’t scared or even worried. The worst thing that could happen? You get eaten. And the best? He gives you what you want. Honestly, from where you sit, that seems like a win-win.
You reach the door and raise your hand to knock, then pause. It seems odd to knock, but it also seems impolite to just barge in, and even debating about it is absolutely ridiculous given the circumstances. You take a deep breath and then knock, figuring it’s better to start out on the right foot with a monster.
It takes a few minutes for the door handle to turn, which is disconcerting because you hadn’t heard or seen anything through the pane of glass that makes up half of this Victorian-looking door. But as the door slides open, slowly, you reflexively shine your light into the eyes of the person who appears across the threshold.
As you expected, the light bounces off his eyes, making them reflect in the dark like a cat’s. “Ha!” you shout in triumph, pointing at him. “I found you!”
In one swift move, the man pulls you from his porch into the house. It’s at a speed that isn’t quite fast enough to remind you of what he is, but isn’t slow enough to be human, and as he pushes you into the wall, you suddenly feel your heart beat quicker. “What are you doing here?” he hisses, and in the dark entryway his eyes beaming yellow look even more unsettling.
But this seems an odd thing to say upon first meeting someone. “Uh…I’m sorry to disturb you,” you begin — and you’re suddenly aware of where his hands rest against your upper arms.
They’re warm.
This takes you aback. The only thing you can really see in the dark is his eyes, but you find yourself squinting to try and make out his face through the gloom. There was something about his voice, too. Something familiar.
He sighs, reaching over and flicking on a light switch. You blink painfully against the sudden light for a few seconds before turning your attention back to the creature in front of you.
In the yellow light of the overhead bulb, the man between whose arms you are currently trapped is not at all how you expected him to look.
Tall, yes. Pale, yes. Dark hair, hollow cheeks, otherworldly beauty? Check. You weren’t even too unsettled at the animal-like eyes that even in this light are an odd shade of golden-brown that’s closer to yellow than you feel comfortable with, but what’s tripping you up now is his expression. You’d expected a literal vampire to be glaring at you, or glowering, or maybe even smirking. Instead, he looks….confused?
He blinks at you. “How did you find me?” he asks in a smooth, deep voice, his pupils wide and his expression bewildered.
“Um, my family were in the monster-hunting business,” you explain, and suddenly you’re a little nervous as his eyes move up and down your body.
“I see,” he murmurs. “Well, welcome. My name is Seonghwa. Please do join me in my study.”
“Seonghwa,” you say quietly to yourself as he moves away, gliding up the stairs. You follow him in trepidation, taking in the old oak staircase as it shines in the dim light.
He sweeps behind a big desk at a room on the top of the stairs, flicking on the lamp behind him as he does. With the light behind him, his eyes don’t glow as much, and even though you know what he is, you can almost trick yourself into believing that he’s normal.
His lips quirk into a half-smile as he watches you, lingering at the grand doorframe. “Please have a seat,” he says, gesturing at the chair across from his own.
So you enter the room, sitting slowly in the comfortable wing-backed chair and looking into Seonghwa’s expectant face. After awhile with no speaking, he laughs -- a charming sound that belies the tension in the room. “Are you going to tell me why you’re here?”
You take a deep breath. “I want you to turn me into a vampire.”
His smile hardens just a tad — almost as though he expected your answer. “And why should I?” he asks. “Or rather, why shouldn’t I just drink you dry?”
You sigh. “Would you believe that I just wanna live forever?”
He gives you a wry chuckle. “No,” he says.
“Dang. I was really hoping that would work.” You shift uncomfortably in your seat. “The real answer is a long story.”
“Well, it’s a story you’ll have to tell me if you want to avoid becoming my next meal,” Seonghwa says lightly.
“Fine,” you agree. “I told you that my family was in the monster-slaying business.”
“Yes,” he says. “Should I be worried?”
“I’m no threat to you,” you say tiredly. “Anyway, my mother recently learned that the organization we worked for had used us to neutralize ‘threats’. We thought that meant monsters — both the human sort and the non-human sort. But then we learned the truth.” You can’t help the bitterness that laces your tone like a poison.
“How?” Seonghwa is expressionless, but those dark eyes are soft.
“When we killed a whole family in cold blood because they told us they were a cult of werewolves who ate children. We killed all of them, even the kids.” You shake your head, still remembering the smell of blood and slaughter. “When you kill a werewolf, their blood is thicker and a bit more yellow than human blood. We knew immediately we’d done something terrible.
“My mother confronted them about the problem, and was met with denial after denial. So she did her own investigating. And the dam broke. She exposed them. Centuries of corruption, maltreatment, extortion, and murder that would make the mafia look like a Boy Scout troop. And so they killed her. Killed my whole family. And only I escaped.”
“So why do you want to be a vampire?” Seonghwa repeats.
“Because I want to make them pay,” you answer, your voice soft and deadly. “There was some prophecy…ages ago, it seems. A vampire was meant to be their downfall. It’s why they hunted vampires almost to extinction. You have no idea what I had to do to find you.”
His grin twists a bit, hinting at some internal joke with himself. “You’d be surprised at what I know.” He leans forward, resting his hands on the desk. “So. You want to become a vampire for vengeance.”
You blush. This anger -- this hatred -- that you feel is unlike you, but the pain is much too difficult to bear without the burn of it to protect you. Still, you’re a bit ashamed at how disparate your former self is with your current one. You have often wondered if your compassion might not have died with your family, leaving you completely devoid of human emotion. It’s part of the reason you want to become a monster. It feels fitting, somehow. Almost as though this is the debt you must pay for your rage.
Seonghwa ignores your shame as he stares intently at your face. “I propose a compromise,” he finally says. “If you stay with me for a year, and you still wish to become a vampire, and I haven’t eaten you yet, I will change you.”
A year! A part of you wants to protest, desperate not to wait -- but a stronger, more stoic part of you realizes what this means. He will change you in a year. (As long as he doesn’t eat you first.)
But you’re confused, too. For what reason would he want to keep you near? “Why bother keeping me around if you’re eventually going to eat me?”
“Hm,” Seonghwa says, grinning to himself. “Would you believe it if I said that I got lonely?”
“No,” you shoot back, giving a reluctant smile as you echo his words from earlier.
“What if it’s true?” he challenges.
You level him with a look, studying his face, which is earnest and almost kind in the dim light.
He is either an incredible actor, or he isn’t lying. Either way, it seems the only explanation he’s willing to give right now. So you let out a puff of air. “It’s a deal.” And the two of you shake hands, sealing the promise.
“Did you bring anything with you?” Seonghwa asks, standing up.
“Only myself,” you reply. “I wasn’t sure if I’d survive. Thought it might be silly to haul around a suitcase only to get eaten.”
He scoffs. “Well, those clothes look ragged. I mean, I know you’ve probably had a tough time of it, but let’s find you some new ones.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Do you want me to borrow your clothes?” you say doubtfully.
“I wear plenty of womens’ clothing,” he says, “but I doubt anything I have would fit you. Your room should have suitable clothing. For guests, I mean.”
You follow him down the hall into a beautiful bedroom with a white four-poster hung with shimmering silver curtains. The moonlight through the big, flower-shaped window makes them look like your bed is cased in pixie dust. You stare around, taking in the high, domed ceiling, the soft white comforter on the bed, the door across the room that opens up to a bathroom and walk-in closet, and turn to Seonghwa in shock. “This is…”
“Do you like it?” he asks. And to your bewilderment, he seems almost…anxious. Like he’s worried about you being disappointed.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever been in a more beautiful room,” you reassure him, shaking your head at this ridiculousness -- because who can deny the irony of a monster-hunter soothing the worries of a vampire? “This is very generous for someone who might be your dinner in a few days’ time,” you point out.
The smile broadens. “I’m a gentleman. I would hope I had the decency to make sure your last days are spent comfortably.” With a small bow, Seonghwa excuses himself, allowing you to make yourself at home.
You expect to feel uneasy. You’re in a vampire’s house, for heaven’s sake. But maybe you’re too tired, or maybe you’ve finally lost all sense of self-preservation, but this place feels strangely familiar -- comforting, even. So you do what makes sense. You strip down to your underwear, discarding your dirty, ragged clothes in a heap on the floor, and tuck yourself into the sheets, falling asleep almost immediately.
***
“How did he do this?” you murmur to yourself, letting your hands travel over the many items of clothing in your closet.
Because it’s eerie how the wide walk-in closet is nearly full of clothing items perfectly suited to your taste, that fit you like a glove. You’d thought it odd when you were looking through a drawer in your bedroom armoire and found a soft pink pair of sweatpants in just your size, only to discover upon further inspection that the entire drawer was full of luxurious pajamas and loungewear that you’d have killed to own as a child. A part of you wonders if he did this while you were asleep -- or if he can see the future and knew you were coming. Either option sends a chill down your spine.
It gets weirder when you finally tear yourself away from the closet and go down the stairs. There, Seonghwa stands on alert, his eyes already carefully watching your descent, his hand wrapped around the handle of a pan that is sizzling with some kind of oil. “You’re awake,” he says simply.
“Yes,” you agree, playing with the hem of your shirt.
“How did you sleep?” he asks, turning back toward the stove and pouring some kind of batter into the pan.
“Are you...making crepes, by any chance?” you ask, ignoring his question, as you see the spread of raspberry compote, thick whipped cream, and the creamy almond vanilla spread your mother used to reserve for your birthday, set out in pretty white-and-blue floral bowls. Your favorite crepe toppings, in the prettiest dishes you’ve ever seen. Coincidentally.
“Oh,” he says, his back stiffening. “Uh, yes. I am.”
You cross your arms over your chest. “Wanna explain how all the clothes in your guest room are my size, and I wake up to you making me my favorite crepes?”
He doesn’t turn around, but he does give a low chuckle. “Well, vampires have magic beyond your current understanding, don’t we?” he says.
“That’s a bit of a BS answer,” you say, “but you’ve been surprisingly lovely, so I’ll let it slide.”
Now he does turn around, his eyes wide. “You think so?” he says, that same anxious tone from the night before in his voice.
You narrow your eyes at him. “You really eat people?” you ask dubiously.
He shakes his head. “Common misconception.”
“I’ve been wondering about that,” you say, coming to sit at the long black table. “I know a lot about monsters. But not vampires. We were forbidden to study them.”
“So you have questions?” he asks, flipping the crepe in the pan with an expert flick of the wrist.
“Of course,” you say. “Fangs?”
“What about them?”
“Do you have them?”
He gives a big, fake smile, pointing at his canines, which lengthen as you watch. “Retractable,” he says.
“Sunlight?” you ask.
“Myth. Although I do burn easier, and my eyes are more sensitive, so I have to take sunlight in doses.”
“Do you sleep?”
He sighs. “Myth. Every animal sleeps.”
You hesitate before your next question. “Are you...undead?”
He flips the crepe onto a plate full of them, bringing it over to you so you can make up your own. After a minute, he says, “Well, I suppose one could look at it that way.”
“How do you look at it?” you ask.
“I think humanity is more like a larval stage for vampires,” he explains. “The process of changing from a human being to a vampire does require that your heart stops beating, so I believe that technically, medically, you might be considered dead. But, if the process works correctly, it starts back up again, and it’s changed into something new and powerful. I don’t know if it’s all that different from a caterpillar entering a chrysalis and becoming nothing but mush, only to emerge as a butterfly.”
You nod slowly. “I guess that makes sense.”
He looks at you -- at your furrowed brows and tired eyes -- before he asks, “does it worry you? Becoming a vampire, I mean.”
You fiddle with one of your hangnails and avoid his gaze. “I don’t know what there might be to be nervous about. It sounds like I either become a vampire, or I die. I’ve got nothing to lose anymore, so those are pretty much the two best options I have at the moment.”
“I see,” Seonghwa says after awhile.
“So,” you say, determined to carry the conversation away from your sadness. “Uh, does human food taste like dirt to you?”
“Would human food taste like dirt to a bat?” he counters.
“You’re like a bat?” you say, unable to stop a small smile from spreading slowly across your face.
He sniffs. “Vampires are just like people, but weirder. I usually liken us to a person with catlike reflexes and superhuman speed. And,” he continues, coming to sit in the chair beside you, “I quite like human food. The vampire diet is a bit complex, but I can eat anything you can. I just need human blood to survive.”
“How do you get it?” you ask him before you can stop yourself. “Uh, you don’t have to answer that.”
“I’d prefer not to,” he says, avoiding your gaze and adding more batter to the pan for another crepe.
Your heart sinks. As nice as Seonghwa has been, he is still a monster. He is still dangerous. To distract yourself from this rather irrational bout of disappointment, you ask another question. “Can I ask...how old are you?”
“I’m young in terms of other vampires,” he answers right away, seemingly grateful for this change in subject. “I was changed in 1816.”
“So how old were you when you were changed?”
“I was twenty-four,” he replies, sliding the newly made crepe onto the stack.
“So that would make you...”
“231,” he replies. “Actually, my birthday is in a couple of weeks.”
“Happy almost-232nd birthday?” you faltered, and Seonghwa chuckles.
“Do you know any other vampires?” you ask. When he shoots you a suspicious look, you giggle. “I won’t go hunting them down, I promise.”
He nods, apparently appeased. “I have a few vampire friends. I only see one of them very regularly.”
“How often?”
“Once every couple of years,” he says in an offhand tone. “Enough questions. It’s time for breakfast,” he declares, bringing the stack of crepes to you.
This information gives you pause. Years must feel so short to someone who has seen so many of them, you reason. As you serve yourself crepes, you bite your lip to keep the thousands of other questions from spilling out of you, hoping that in the coming days, Seonghwa might open up just a bit more.
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“You’re supposed to spend time with me,” a deep voice says from the doorway, making you shriek and drop your book onto the floor. It lands with a heavy thud onto the dark wood slats, and you clutch at your chest where your heart is beating far too fast and shoot a reproachful look at Seonghwa, who is standing there on the threshold of the library, watching you with his strange and unsettling eyes.
“You’re startled,” Seonghwa realizes, his eyes wide, looking a little repentant. “I apologize.”
“A little warning might be nice next time,” you admonish him, sliding off the soft white chaise to pick up the book.
“Edgar Allen Poe?” Seonghwa observes, gesturing at the book.
You shrug. “I’m living in a vampire’s house. Maybe I’m just in a spooky mood.”
The two of you stare at each other wordlessly for a few seconds before you realize Seonghwa is looking at you expectantly. “Did you -- did you need something?” you stutter.
“Yes,” he states. “I need your company. You’ve been holed up in the library for hours.”
He’s right -- you have. You can’t remember the last time you were free to just read without interruption, and the indulgence was a welcome distraction from the blackness of your thoughts. You realize that you’ve let time slip away from you. “I’m sorry,” you apologize bemusedly, realizing that he might have been telling the truth about being lonely after all. “What would you like to do?”
He perks up instantly. “Would you like to see the garden?”
Twenty minutes later, you’re outside, and Seonghwa is showing you through a still-scraggly hedge maze to what he promises is “the best part of this whole house.”
“You’re going to love it,” he says, his eyes brimming with excitement under his thick black sunhat. “It’s just starting to bloom, but as it gets warmer, we can tend to it together.” His voice dips in volume toward the end of his phrase, and he ducks his head shyly as you round a corner into what is probably the most spectacular garden you’ve ever seen.
He’s right -- most of the plants are still green shoots that have newly sprung from the earth. But there are a few crocuses in bloom right at the entrance of the garden, spread between other less-mature plants, and just the sight of them seems to melt a fraction of your icy heart. The rest of the garden is a sweeping array of soil and ivy hanging from stone archways, dotted here and there with a fountain or a statue. You barely realize you’re tearing up until you feel one spill over, hot against your cheek in the cool spring air, and hurry to wipe it away, only to feel a soft finger brush it from your cheekbone before you can.
Seonghwa stares at his hand, looking horrified, before pulling it into his chest in a jerky movement and turning from you to walk down a small path through the flowers. “The rosebushes,” he says, pointing feebly at the thin shrubs backing a small statue of an angel with her wings outspread. “And those are --”
“Daffodils,” you finish, kneeling to inspect the yellow buds with their distinctive, grassy leaves. It looks as though it might bloom in the next few days, but that isn’t what makes you stop here. Something about this place is submerging you in the strongest sensation of deja-vu you’ve ever had, triggered by the sight of the daffodils.
“They’re my favorite,” Seonghwa says quietly, watching you closely. “They always bloom close to my birthday, and as a child it felt like they were for me.”
You look up at him and smile. “Maybe they are.”
He smiles back. “Maybe.”
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Seonghwa in dresses/skirts is my passion <3
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"Lady of The House"
close ups
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My Immortal/ 10
Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader
Word count- 3k
Includes- protective Hwa, violence, sex, missionary, riding, love making
This is the last chapter of this Seonghwa fanfic. Hongjoong's is the next fic in this series and it should be released in September - October 2022.
Series Masterlist
Seonghwa POV
I don't know what the hell is going on or what I walked into
I was on stage, Hongjoong talking to ATINYS when I heard her yelling and a crash
It wasn't loud for human ears but all of us heard it
I slowly backed away from the stage and once I was out of sight, I ran to her immediately
Nothing could prepare me for seeing her holding the slayer against the wall by the neck, two other people sitting on the couch and one unconscious man on the floor
But I could tell, from her body language she was about to kill the slayer
She hasn't killed anyone ever and I won't let her start now
I got her to let go of the slayer's neck and she backs away
Ok good
I turn to the slayer, grab her neck and slam her against the wall
"I won't let her kill you but I have no problem killing you", I growl, "Jagi what's going on?"
"She came with her little band of friends to come kill you and me"
I narrow my eyes at the slayer and ask, "Why?"
"Because she's pissed off that I was a slayer and chose to be a vampire to be with you"
I raise my eyebrow
How is that any of her business?
"We had a whole chat about it with her throwing accusations around and not getting anything I was saying. Then she got mad, tried to hit me and well I hit her, she went flying into the table and I choked her. Then you came"
I nod, so angry
And honestly terrified that this girl came to hurt my baby
The slayer tries to hit me but I catch her hand, shoving it down
"You want another broken arm?", I snarl
She narrows her eyes but shakes her head
"Then stop moving or I will snap your neck"
She glares at me but she does stop moving
Good, she should listen and maybe I'll let her live
"What the fuck is happening?", Hongjoong yells, coming in with the guys and the girls
"Slayer tried to kill Joanne and wants to kill me", I answer, "And probably all of you too"
"Another slayer?", Hongjoong whines, "We had enough with Jo all those years ago"
"Hey!", she barks, "I never hurt any of you!"
"Anyway didn't you tell her to stay away from you like last week?", Yeosang asks
"Yeah but she didn't listen. Obviously", Joanne answers
"So what should we do?", Yunho asks
I think for a few seconds
I don't really want a body on our hands right now even though I'm enraged this girl tried to hurt my jagi
"Oohhh", I hear a moan behind me
"Giles!", a girl's voice calls
"Who is Giles?", Jongho asks
"The guy on the floor", Joanne answers, "Her watcher"
I stiffen and rage flies into me hearing the word watcher
It just reminds me of Joseph and the image of the stake in her chest flies into my head
I push the images away, focusing on the present
"Is he awake?", Joanne asks
"Uh yeah", Mingi answers
"Oh ok. I have to compel him. Don't let him kill himself"
Ok she's going to have to explain that later
"Hwa just let her go", Hongjoong says
"She tried to kill my wife. Again"
"Please! She was never even close!", Joanne calls
Still
She came here with the intention to kill my jagi
"Look, let her and them go this time. If she comes back then you can kill them all", Yunho suggests
Joanne comes back to my side , "I compelled the three of her friends to kill themselves if she tries to find any of us again"
I nod
Alright
I want to kill her and if we weren't in the middle of a concert I would
It's her lucky day
Looking at the slayer, I tell her, "If you ever come back, if you ever hurt her, I will kill every one you love and make you watch"
Her eyes widen, fear in them
Good
She should be afraid
I have no problem wiping anyone off the face of this earth for my jagi
"I will kill these three here, their whole families, your whole family, anyone you ever spoken to, looked at, I will kill them and then I will slowly kill you. Do you understand?"
She nods
"Nothing will stop me. If I don't have her, I have nothing to lose. You will die, everyone you know will die. That's not a question. So for the last time, do not ever come back. Do not try to find us. Stay away. Understand?"
I loosen my hand around he throat so she can answer
"Yes", she chokes out
"Good"
I pull my arm back, punching her in the face hard, knocking her out
"Buffy!", the older man calls
Buffy?
That's her name?
What kind of name is that?
I let go of her and she drops to the floor
"No fair Hwa! You get to hit her but I can't?", Joanne whines
I turn to her, pulling her into my arms, hugging her tightly, kissing her forehead
"I'm sorry jagi. If she comes back you can hit her", I promise
"Ok", she answers
"Let me get to her!", I hear the man yelling
I face the watcher, walking to him, San and Wooyoung blocking him from moving
They stand aside for me
"You're her watcher?", I ask, pissed off
He nods, scared
"You heard what I told her?"
"About you killing everyone she's ever known? Yes I heard that"
I narrow my eyes
This is no time for him to try to be funny
"I hate watchers", I snap, "A fucking watcher killed my wife. Tried to convince her I could compel her to love me. Tried to tell her I didn't love her when that is the complete opposite of how I felt then and now."
He stares at me, not moving and not saying any stupid quips
Good
"I'm not killing you right now so you can keep your slayer in check. You take her and keep her away from us. I can't compel her to leave us alone so you're going to have to keep tabs on her"
"You can't compel her?", he asks
Oh god this again
"What is it with you watchers and not telling your slayers they can't be compelled?", I snap
"What are you talking about?"
He really doesn't know?
"What kind of watcher are you? Slayers cannot be compelled. It's one of their abilities. That is why it's your job to keep her away from us"
"I did not....I was not told of that. Many of the vampires she fights are new world and do not have the compulsion power."
Guess the watchers council is still the shit show it was hundreds of years ago
"Well now you know. Take her and get the fuck out"
He nods, running past me to the slayer
Joanne walks over to the two on the couch and tells them they can get up and leave
They run to the watcher and slayer, helping him lift the slayer, then rush out of the room
I listen to their footsteps until I can't hear them anymore
Then I immediately go back to her
"Jagi-", I call, taking her hand, the panic still running through me
"Baby I'm ok", she says
"Are you sure? She didn't hurt you?"
She giggles, "No Hwa. I heard her and her friends from a mile away. I disarmed and compelled them in under a minute. They were never going to hurt me or you"
I nod, but inside I'm still scared
And worried
They came all the way here from Sunnydale just to kill her and me
This watcher could find a way around the compulsion and the slayer could come back
She seems to hate Joanne and me, most likely because Joanne was a slayer and I'm the vampire who turned her
"Hwa", she says softly, touching my face
I move my gaze to hers, in her eyes
"I am fine Hwa. Nothing happened and nothing will ok?"
Moving my hand to hers, I hold on to it
"Ok. But come with me? Stay near me?", I ask
"But you have to go on stage", she says
"Stay at the side of the stage where I can see you. Please"
She nods, "Ok Hwa. I will"
"Ok", I agree
"You have to get changed baby. Finish the concert"
I nod, taking her hand and leading her with me
She stays next to me while I change and the stylists fix my hair and makeup
Leading her to the stage, I lean down and press a kiss to her lips
"I love you", I tell her
"I love you", she says, smiling softly, "Now go be amazing"
I smile softly, "I will jagi"
I really don't want to go on stage and leave her here
I want to be wrapped up with her in the hotel room, holding her tightly
Instead I take a breath, push the panic down, let her hand go and walk on stage
----------------------------------------------------
"Hwa what's wrong?", she asks, sitting next to me on the bed
She takes my hand, her other running through my hair, worry on her face
"You're being very quiet. Are you mad? Did I do something wrong?"
"No jagi. Never"
I know I've been quiet since the concert ended, having her at my side every second
I'm just terrified something is going to happen to her
The slayer completely blindsided me
Just the thought of losing her....I can't....I don't even want to think about it
"Baby please. Talk to me"
I look at her, the tears in my eyes making her image blurry
"Don't cry Hwa", she whispers, wiping my eyes, "Tell me what's bothering you"
"I just....I'm scared"
"Of what baby?"
"Being without you", I answer, "I'm scared something is going to happen to you"
Her face softens, softly stroking my cheek, "Nothing is going to happen baby. Kinda a super vamp over here"
I know she is but still, she's not permanently immortal
None of us are
Nothing is truly immortal
"I know baby but...it's just....now I get why you were so upset when she attacked me. Why you were worried and scared. I'm scared she going to come back"
"She's not baby", she shakes her head, "I compelled her friends to kill themselves if she even mentions trying to find us"
I know but I tell her my fears anyway
"What if the watcher finds a way around the compulsion? Or tries to break it?"
"Hwa" she says softly, "You know that isn't possible. Only I can undo the compulsion. It won't stop even if I die"
I know but right now my mind is coming up with anything to worry about
Today just really scared me
No one has ever actively come after her or me
This time nothing happened but next time we might not be so lucky
And the thought of being without her for even a nanosecond....no
I can't
She hugs me tightly, rubbing my back
"Don't worry baby, nothing will happen to us. I'll always protect you and I know you'll always protect me"
"Always", I whisper wrapping my arms around her and holding her tightly
"Nothing happened today baby ok, so please don't worry. I'm here. You're here. We're ok"
I nod
She's right
We're both fine, we're both here together
This has shaken me and I need to be more alert from now on
She's my jagi and I will keep her safe
She pulls back, looking in my eyes, her hand on my cheek, "Ok baby?"
"Yeah", I answer softly
"I love you Seonghwa"
"I love you Joanne. Always"
She smiles softly, then leans forward, her lips against mine
I kiss her back hard, passionately, so grateful that she's here and I can kiss her
Her hand move into my hair, softly running through the strands and sending shivers down my spine
Her other hand moves under my shirt, touching my back
I moan at her touch, loving how her small hands feel on me
Over five hundred years together and her touch is still the best thing I've ever felt and still effects my body like nothing else
Moving my hands to her waist, I slide them up, pushing her shirt up and feeling her soft smooth skin
She pulls away so I can get her shirt and bra off, then she takes me shirt off
I grab her, turning her and laying her on the bed, hovering over her
Moving my head down, I kiss her, her arms around me, both of her hands on my back this time
She slowly moves her hands down, her fingers lighting up every nerve in my body
When she gets to my pants, she pushes them and my boxers down
I get out of them quickly then relieve her of her pants and panties
Her legs open for me, her hands on my hips, pulling me to her
Sheathing my length inside her, she stretches around me, moaning in pleasure
Wrapping my arm around her, I lift her slightly, her skin against mine
Slowly I pull back, then enter her again slowly
Keeping up the momentum, I make love to her, sliding in and out of her, feeling her clench me hard as my head brushes against her spot every stroke
"Seonghwa", she moans, her fingers gripping my back hard, "Baby, oh god, baby. Don't stop"
I'm not stopping
It feels too good, she feels amazing
Leaning down, I press my lips against her neck, her moans getting louder
I know the spots she loves the best and I keep kissing her, running my tongue on her skin, sucking on her neck as I move my hand around her breast, squeezing softly
"Seonghwa, oh god, Hwa"
Moving into her, I make sure I'm rubbing her clit at the same time, all of me just wanting to pleasure her
Her pussy spasms around me, drenching me in her wetness
She's close and I move a little faster, into her spot
Her body arches as she yells my name, her pussy, squeezing my length as she cums on me
"Seonghwa!"
I breathe hard, the pleasure from her orgasm mind blowing
Always fucking amazing
I keep moving, making her orgasm last longer
Making her feel better
"Oh Hwa", she moans, shaking under me as the last of her orgasm dissipates
Her arms hug me to her as she rolls us over
I'm still inside her as she sits up
Her body moves immediately, rocking and grinding on my dick, my head against her spot, her pussy squeezing around my length over and over
"Fuck jagi", I whisper, holding her hips hard, my eyes on her body, feeling the pleasure she's giving me
My beautiful jagi
I can stare at her for hours and not get tired
Her movements change to small bounces, up and down my cock, leaving me soaked with every move
She leans back, her hand on my leg, riding my cock perfectly
"Seonghwa", she moans, moving a little faster
"Baby fuck. You feel so good", I praise her, "My perfect baby"
I reach for her hand, taking it and lacing our fingers together
She holds on tightly, making me smile
I move my hand to her, my thumb against her clit, rubbing softly
She whimpers loudly, biting her lip and looking so fucking sexy
"Cum on me jagi. Please", I beg, wanting to feel that pleasure so much
She moves a few more times, rubbing her spot on my head
Her body trembles as she moans and I watch her cum
Her chest heaving as she calls my name, the immense pleasure her pussy is giving me is all pushing me over the edge
Ecstasy takes over my body and she keeps riding me as I cum inside her, prolonging my orgasm
"Joanne, baby girl. Fuck", I moan, gripping her hips hard, feeling her perfect pussy suck and milk my cum into her, "Don't stop baby, fuck keep going. It feels so good"
I feel her throb around me faster, her hand gripping my leg hard
When the pleasure ebbs away, I sink into the bed trying to catch my breath
She moves off me, laying next to me and I turn to my side to face her
She smiles at me and I can't help smile back
Running my fingers through her hair, I tell her, "I love you. I can't live without you jagi"
She moves closer to him, her arm around my body, "You don't have to baby. It's you and me. Together. Literally forever"
A smile bursts on my face, "Yeah jagi. Me and you. Forever"
"Always Hwa. We'll always be together. We will get through anything and everything together. I'll follow you anywhere and I'll be by your side forever"
I nod, "Me too baby. I'll always be right next to you and I'll always protect you. Always."
"I love you so much Hwa"
"I love you so much Jo. More than anything in the world"
I know she knows this
I tell her everyday of our lives
I will always tell her and make sure she feels my love every day
She presses her lips to mine, kissing me deeply
I sigh into the kiss, feeling her love for me
It awes me every time
She gave up everything for me and she never made me feel bad about anything
She doesn't regret anything and neither do I
She really is my everything, my life and I wouldn't change that for anything
"Sleep time", she says when the kiss ends, cuddling into me and laying in my arms
"Night jagi", I tell her, kissing the top of her head
"Night baby", she says sleepily
Watching her as she falls asleep, I thank whoever is out there that I met her and that she willingly wants to be with me forever
I always knew from the second I met her that she's my one and I will do everything in my power to keep her safe and to love her every moment of everyday
She's right, it's me and her forever
Me and my jagi
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For the last two years, January reminds me of vampires (feel free to ask why), and of course, it always has to be Seonghwa.
So here's some thoughts (hard AND soft) about my favorite vampire (There will be a cut when the smut starts if you don't want to read that)
CW: Bulletpoint style, fluff and smut, use of pet names (Doll, little one, sweetheart, beautiful, darling), biting, blood consumption (obv, he's a vampire), penetrative sex, fingering/stroking, oral (reader receiving), lmk if I missed anything
God, he's dangerous 😍 And I love it
(These are the only pictures I can tolerate because anything else gives me so many butterflies and even then his eyes are killing me okay anyway-)
-Vampire Seonghwa who would treat you like a cute little pet, dressing you up, doing your makeup and hair, making you the prettiest you can be before you have people over or go out to events. And he shows you off like "I know, they're beautiful, aren't they?"
-Vampire Seonghwa who fawns over you when you wear cute clothes he bought you.
"Oh, look at you! You're just precious! I knew that would be perfect for you, oh, come here, little one!"
-Vampire Seonghwa who will protect you from other vampires who want a taste of you.
"Stay by me, sweetheart. I don't trust everyone here. No, no, I would never let you get hurt. Just stay by me, I've got you."
-Vampire Seonghwa who would cuddle with you at night to keep you warm, even if he himself doesn't produce body heat.
-Vampire Seonghwa who would cover you in kisses at random points during the day, being careful of his fangs so he doesn't hurt you
-Vampire Seonghwa who would always ask before he feeds on you, making sure you're okay before he does so.
"Are you sure? Did you eat? Mmm, let me make you some food first."
-Vampire Seonghwa who would be extra careful about how much blood he takes when he feeds on you, and he takes the best care of you afterwards, cleaning you up and bandaging the bite marks.
"Are you feeling alright? Oh, little one, I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here. I'm going to clean up the wound, then we're going to cuddle, does that sound good?"
----Smut below here----
-Vampire Seonghwa who would be a gentleman (inside and outside the bedroom), being gentle with you until you beg him to do more
-Vampire Seonghwa who would cover you in kisses and marks before he even starts touching you, because you KNOW this man is possessive
-Vampire Seonghwa who would tell you how pretty you are while he's touching you, fingering/stroking you
"That's it, beautiful, I got you. Oh, you look so pretty when you're a pathetic mess for me."
-Vampire Seonghwa who would gladly eat you out/suck you off, and he's able to do it perfectly because he's got tons of experience keeping his fangs out of the way.
-Vampire Seonghwa who'd bite you while he's balls deep in you (if you ask), and sometimes, it's enough to make him cum
"Darling, if I bite you now, I-I'll cum before I'm ready-No, j-just wait a little longer, please-"
-Vampire Seonghwa who sometimes might smear the blood on your skin before immediately licking it all up.
-Vampire Seonghwa who'd make sure you cum before he does because the feeling and sound of you cumming tips him over the edge.
"That's it, sweetheart, cum for me-Please, I-I can't cum unless you do-It's okay, I've got you-A-Ah yes, that's my doll, good girl/boy-"
-Vampire Seonghwa who'd clean you up and cuddle you after sex, praising you over and over, telling you how good you did, helping soothe any pain you might have
"You did so good for me, little one. Oh, it was wonderful, you're always wonderful. No, I'm not going anywhere. I'll watch over you while you sleep, like always. I've got you, you're safe."
Can you sense the mommy influences 😭
I'd love to do this for other members too! Please, if you want any others, ask and I'll gladly do it.
(Also wanna write a dedicated fic about this, lmk if that's something you wanna read too-)
But thank you for reading! Please reblog if you enjoyed, it means the world! 💜
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Comparisons!!
Did I mention I have a "Hwa is a vampire coven leader whose hair glows" AU? Because I have one. I think I've only posted about it on Instagram.
Maybe I'll post the rest of the people I have in the AU someday
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he came straight out of twilight
#vampire seonghwa#i am back and thanks to him#he looks *chef's kiss* as always#ateez#seonghwa#park seonghwa#kpop reactions#kpop
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I'm trying to put all my works on A03 but until I update tumblr - here's the new Ateez Vampire fic I've written!
#vampire seonghwa#ateez fanfic#seonghwa scenarios#vampire hongjoong#ateez smut#ateez x reader#seonghwa x reader#hongjoong x reader#vampire ateez#ateez scenarios
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@hwaightme Bai- you can blame @layzfeelit for what is to come 👀👀👀
I'm not responsible if either of your hearts stop 😤😤😤
Coming soon: Vampire Seonghwa smut
I'll leave the inspirational LOOK up to you two 👀😘
Ps- imma make it a duo 😏
#kpop vampire au#vampire au#vampire ateez#ateez vampire au#vampire hongjoong#vampire#vampire seonghwa#ateez fanfic
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