Revelation | One-Shot (Minho)

Rating/genre: M18+, established relationship; smut 💖 Pairings: Minho/Lee Know x Reader(f) Warnings: Explicit smut, unprotected vaginal penetration (like actually, don’t do this unless you want a baby lol), dom!Minho, sub!reader, sex/kink discussion, degradation, begging, choking, nipple play, actual breeding kink, manhandling, ‘baby’, ‘jagi’, ‘slut’, ‘love’, penetration without being that aroused/lubricated first, i don't promote blanket consent, you really shouldn’t ask for consent about something in the middle of it happening (as in it should be discussed before) but ummm yeah don’t perceive me, safe word mention but it’s not used, creampie obvs, brief mention of thigh fucking and feet fucking Word Count: 3.1k Summary: Minho can do pretty much anything to you and you'll be into it. Even if it's... an objectively bad idea. And comes out of nowhere.

“I want you to just, like… use me.”

“Baby,” he breathes out in a quiet disbelieving laugh. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Why?”

“Because what if I actually take you seriously?” he says, staring you down in that forced serious way, making you crack a smirk.

“That’s literally why I’m asking.” 

𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Have you ever stood in front of a mirror, and just…

Stared at yourself?

It might start as a passing glance, at first.

You’re on your way out and catch a glimpse of your outfit, turning back to inspect how it falls on you, how the colour compliments your skin tone.

Then, before you know it, ten minutes have somehow passed.

You’re staring into the eyes of the person other people see when they look at you, and you realise…

You don’t know that person.

You’re not the reflection that’s staring back at you. The lids that blink when your eyes dry out. The mouth that moves when you talk. The hands that touch the skin that binds you.

They’re a stranger to you – even though they are you.

It’s a strangely existential thing, I’m reminded in this moment.

The last thing I remember is my brother grinning at me in that usual shit-eating way he does, before he sucker punched me in a grand dick move.

I’ll get him back for that later.

After that… I’m not sure. All I know is I didn’t wake up so much as I was shaken awake. Like, physically.

Someone grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me hard enough to bring me out of the comatose state Chan put me in.

Suffice it to say, I was pretty fucking bewildered when I realised my immediate surroundings. Slumped against the wall of a cold, damp stone corridor, mildew covered rock beneath me, utterly naked and bare for all to see.

I was even more bewildered when I saw who my morning caller was.

“Finally, the princess awakes.”

I blink one more time, rubbing my eyes for good measure as I look up at myself… glaring down at me.

I mean… he looks like me. Red hair, abs to die for and a pout that simply begs to be sat on. He walks like me. Tall and confident, like every step he takes is a testament to the beauty of vampires and the strength of monsters. Even talks like me – with that tone of condescending sarcasm that suggests you’re privileged to even hear a single damn word from a mouth that pretty.

I…

Kind of hate him.

“What the f-”

“Language,” he chides, crossing his arms over his chest.

I’m lost for words; I don’t mind admitting.

“You… You’re-”

“I am you, yes,” he nods, inspecting his nails. “A taller, stronger, better-looking version of you, but still – we’re the same.”

“This is impossible,” I shake my head.

“Don’t you know where you are?” He scoffs. “Nothing is impossible down here.”

Fair point. Mors did say as such before they Condemned me.

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consort iv | minho

pairing: lee minho x reader

word count: 7.8k

genre: historical au, arranged marriage au, enemies-to-lovers

warnings: period-typical sexism, discussions of sex, pregnancy and childbirth, an incredibly awkward tea party, minho and reader sure like to get all close and intense when arguing

summary:

There were a hundred questions still burning in your mind when you looked at Minho, and you longed to just hold him down and force the answers out of him. You were tired, it was late, and you were just so sick of games.

So, when Minho began to turn towards the door, you took a step forward without thinking – catching him off-guard.

The words that slipped out of your mouth were not ones you expected. 

You never expected married life to be so…boring.

It had been a week since your wedding night, and Minho hadn’t made a single move to invite you into his chambers. You woke up alone, you spent the day alone, you went to bed alone. You had no responsibilities, no lessons, nothing to fill your time with. You couldn’t even start up a rapport with the servants around you – now that you were part of the royal family, attendants seemed to swap in and out at a moment’s notice.

You wondered what they were saying, after seeing you spend your days alone. You wondered how often the subject of your marriage came up, how often it was discussed.

It didn’t matter much, in the grand scheme of things, you supposed. But it made you a little more wary, a little more self-conscious.

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kink/trope: praise

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indulgence masterlist.

summary:

an indulgence grows to become dangerous, as the society of hampden college takes note of y/n’s new blood bag.

pairing:

felix x (fem) vampire!reader

current total word count: 47.1k

chapter list:

“What’s your name?” He asked. His voice was sweet, sultry. Alarming in just how deep it was, not quite fitting his bright and youthful exterior. 

“Y/N, classics department. Yourself?”

“Felix,” he answered. There it was, the first time you heard the name that would cause your undoing.

“Y/N?” He asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.

“Yeah?”

“Do I have you?”

“Of course, Lix,” you smiled, finally allowing your eyes to close, putting your mind to rest. “I’m all yours.”

“You turn him into one of us,” Chan says. “It’s the only option, maybe then The Council will cut him a break.”

“I can’t do that to him,” you whisper, shaking your head. “I can’t make him suffer like this.”

“Maybe,” Chan says, setting his chin on top of your head. “But is this really a fate worse than death?”

Felix moves his head in what you think is a nod, giving you the go ahead. Without another second to think, you bite into your own wrist. Pain shoots up your arm in aching throbs that rattle your thoughts, but you force yourself to stay focused.

You put your bleeding wrist to Felix’s mouth, directly against his lips. “Alright, Felix. I need you to drink."

“No, don’t worry, nothing’s wrong,” Seungmin says with a warm smile. “I’m only here to help.”

After a moment of confused silence, Felix speaks. “Help with what, exactly?”

“Well, you’re a Freshling aren’t you?”

You don’t want to know. You don’t want to hear the punishment for something as defiant as that. Yet the words are out of your mouth before you can comprehend them. “What happened?”

Lee Know takes a breath, but when he speaks, his voice is emotionless. The kind of hardened tone that is only developed after making it so, after ages of grief and sorrow. “They killed them,” he says quietly. “All of them.”

Chan turns around in his seat as he puts the car in park, facing you. “Are you ready for this?” He asks. A valid question.

You take a deep breath, letting your lungs fill with air, attempting to steady yourself. “Yes,” you state firmly, and for what feels like the first time, it’s true. “I’m ready.”

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Prowl pt. 6

[1Hr+ Read/22.4K Words – Human!Jisung x Female Reader, Werewolf!Bang Chan x Female Reader – Monsters!AU, Mostly Plot, NSFW/Smut – Vampires & Werewolves, Suspense, Love Triangles, Jealousy, Developing Feelings, Questionable Coping, Arguments, Sex as Coping, Impromptu Burials, Eavesdropping, Claiming, Car Crashes, Fire, Blood, Knives, Guns, Intense Action, Violence, Personal Injury, Animal Death, Character Death]

Jisung’s hands were warm, if only for the hot water in the tub. These were both assumptions, of course. All you actually felt after the onslaught of events over the course of this night was numb. There was a distant, soothing sensation as Jisung tended to you and not the sting of a cold touch, and there was steam rising from the water, so it only made sense that his hands were warm and the water was hot and this was supposed to be comforting.

Except Jisung was viscerally quiet.

He was gentle, but he was methodical as he examined and helped clean you up after he had heaped you into the tub. You joined him in silence, arms wrapped around your knees as all the discarded dirt and blood that wasn’t yours swirled around you in the water.

Not long before this, back in the study, Felix hadn’t lasted long when Yuna had had enough and ran the iron poker through him again. He’d gasped and reached out, and without knowing what more to do, Lia and Chan had grabbed and held his fumbling hands from where they sat beside him before it was all over. He went quietly, with everyone in the room barely daring to even breathe. Joanne and Lucy still had Judy – Chaeryeong, Lia had hissed back in the hallway – gathered in their laps, Lucy continuing to absently stroke the girl’s hair as if she were only sleeping. Chan had held Felix close before he was finally gone.

And then Yuna wailed.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭?

Dinner.

It’s just dinner, you told yourself for the twentieth time that evening.

Dinner that gave you nerves like you’d never felt them, yes, but dinner all the same.

Dinner with the single dad of a kid you taught.

You knew this probably fell somewhere murky on the grand scale of ethics. Somewhere smack in the middle of ‘justifiably appropriate’ and ‘oh-so-very-wrong’ – and you’d had to do no short amount of justifying to convince yourself into this.

Chan’s offer had been more than clear.

You, him, and a date with a more than happy ending.

His words had been ringing in your head since he’d spoken them to you, across the table that otherwise dull parents’ evening.

Just so you know, I always fuck on the first date. Hard.

It had taken an appalling quantity of pinot grigio to work that one out of your system, and even then, you’d barely succeeded.

The restaurant he’d picked out was pretty much on par with what you’d imagine would cater to the tastes of someone like him.

Not too pretentiously fancy, not too budget. Indeed, the cosy vintage atmosphere the place holds is endearingly appealing and only growing in sentiment as you admire it for tenth time.

It houses ten, perhaps twelve small circular tables, each with two or three chairs surrounding them. The tables themselves sport black granite table settings, a knife and fork beside them rest on clean, white napkins. Simple, yet elegant, as reinforced by the centrepieces – small painted metal ramekins presenting modest gatherings of colourful wildflowers. The whole place is lit by large hanging lightbulbs along the ceiling beams and hanging from wires above the tables, it sets an inherently intimate mood. The dark oak floorboards creak with complaint as the singular serving member of staff flits around expertly, mismatching portraits and pictures hang on the exposed plasterboard walls, a testament to creativity.

Had you any nail beds left to chew back; you’d be doing just that in an attempt to counter the butterflies currently seeking all escape routes from your gut in their wild panic.

Yet you suppose it’s far too late to turn back when the restaurant door opens, your date making his entrance.

Your pulse quickens on the sight of him, the butterflies take to Olympian gymnastic performance in response.  

YES TO CHANHO IM HERE FOR IT. I'm so excited for our nuptials. We are going to live our best lives discussing fanfiction and your budding writing career.

𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤… 𝐈’𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

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

I don’t know why I’m asking her.

She doesn’t have all the answers, much less any knowledge of the things I’ve done. Not that she doesn’t ask, of course. I’m just selective in the things I tell her, and she knows it.

But Lena has a way of making me feel like maybe I’m not the worst person in the world.

I’ll admit, the more time I spend around her, the less I hate it.

She glances at me from over her black rimmed glasses, polishing the glass in her hands with an old, stained rag. She’s wearing those shorts that cling to her thighs, her dark hair bunched up messily on her head. Her white waist apron is just as stained as the rag, but it still looks right on her.

“That’s a mighty complicated question there, Chan,” she drawls, pursing her lightly lacquered lips. “Something eatin’ you?”

I shrug, sliding my finger around the rim of my glass. The stinging aftertaste of absinthe holds heavy on my tongue, but it’s silenced the beast for tonight.

“That’s probably an understatement.”

“Thought I told you not to think about those things? Just take it easy for a while.”

“You know I can’t do that,” I sigh, running my hand through my hair. “I have responsibilities.”

“So you keep sayin’, but even the President needs to take a break sometimes. If the leader of the free world can take five, so can you.”

I stifle a laugh, finding a reasonable point in her insane logic. But it doesn’t make me feel any better.

My agreement to stay with Lena was tentative at best.

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