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#Antique on Brass Hinges
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taeghi · 11 months
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tainted love || (m)
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demon!heeseung x reader | SMUT, angst, pwp
➤ summary : heeseung was just trying to do his job, there’s no way a demon could fall in love with a human. it was forbidden. but you summoning him accidentally or not, started the toxic relationship between you two. 
➤ includes : choking, oral, fingering, dirty talk, biting, slapping, spiting, toxic-ness lol
➤ word count : 16.5k
trigger warning : mentions of death
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you were excited when you first moved into your new home. it would be the first time you lived alone in your entire life. you loved the house you bought. it was old, ancestral and just perfect for you, right on the edge of town where it was the perfect mix of loud and quiet. 
once you were all moved in, you were excited for your best friend, mary, to come over and see it. you had spent all day decorating and organizing, so the house felt like ‘home’ to you. the house had felt so welcoming to you, so you wanted it to feel welcoming to mary as well. 
just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the new neighbourhood. mary arrived at your doorstep, excitement radiating from her whole body. 
you greeted mary with a broad smile, happy to have your best friend over for the first time, “mary! i’m so glad you’re here!” mary’s hair was as long as ever as it stopped right above her hips. The few beauty moles she had around her eyes and cheekbones gleamed out at you. 
mary’s eyes crinkled as she smiled hard at you, “me too, y/n! let me see this house you bought then!” 
you beckoned your friend into your house, wanting her to follow you as you led the way through the new halls adorned with antique furniture and delicate wallpaper that was left behind for decades. you ascended the sweeping staircase, your footsteps bouncing off of the walls. 
“girl, this house is like a time capsule!” mary remarked from behind you, her voice and eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. “where’d you even find it?” 
you shrugged as you showed room by room, “just online. it was cheap– i guess because it’s so old.” 
“how old?” 
“really old.” you both laughed, “so old that i can’t get a door to budge open.” you glanced down to the last door at the end of the long hallway. 
“really?” mary’s head tilted. 
“yeah, the one on the very end there, with the faded floral patterns.” mary walked past you to the door and stopped in front of it. “i’ve tried for a few days now, even one of the movers couldn’t get it to budge. he said something about the hinges being rusted down.”
“let me try,” mary declared, her delicate hand reached out to the ornate brass doorknob you had tried to turn for hours. 
as she turned the doorknob, the door swung open easily. too easily. 
“hey, what?” you exclaimed, moving closer to see it better for yourself, “how did you do that?” 
mary shrugged with a concerned look on her face, “i don’t know. i just opened it.” 
“what the hell, i’ve been trying for days, mary!” 
mary chuckled, “well, let’s see what’s up there then.” she pointed inside the newly opened door which reveals a narrow flight of stairs leading to an attic. “an attic filled with mysteries.” mary said in a fake scary voice. 
mary let you go in first, climbing up the creaky, dusty steps, anticipation building with every reak and moan from the old house. the air grew thick with dust, swirling around them like ethereal spirits. both of your eyes widened at the sight before you at the top of the stairs. the space was illuminated by a single beam of light filtering through a small window. it cast long shadows on the faded wallpaper and illuminated the forgotten items from the previous owners. 
“there is so much shit up here,” mary said beside you; both of you were standing still and taking in the scattered items spread about. she stepped around you, brushing off the layer of dust from an old trunk. she ran her fingers over the tarnished lock, contemplating what lay inside, “shall we see what’s in box number one?” 
your eyes sparkled with anticipation, “absolutely.” 
with a click, mary opened the trunk, revealing a trove of memories. it was full of sepia-toned photographs, delicate lace gloves and a journal with yellowed pages. 
“look at this photograph,” mary showed you, holding up an image of a young couple embracing, looking madly in love. you peered over her shoulder, a wistful smile spreading across your lips as you looked at the pair. 
mary continued to skim through the first box as you stood straight again. your eyes scanned your new attic, and you felt your heart skip when you noticed a dusty, wooden box tucked away in the corner. you walked towards it, your hands starting to tremble for no reason. 
you could hear mary shifting with excitement as she found something new in her box, but you were too interested in the box in the corner in front of you. you knelt on the floor, your hands traced the chest, feeling some magnetic pull to it strangely. 
you carefully opened the box, revealing an ancient wooden board intricately carved with symbols and letters. you realized that it was a ouijia board. its surface adorned with faded letters and a small wooden planchette. 
mary gasped behind you, her eyes widening with awe and caution, “y/n, isn’t that a ouija board?” 
you nodded, your voice filled with wonder and uncertainty, “yeah, i think so. i wonder why it’s been left up here, ya know, because they’re like a window to the other realm, right?” 
the two of you exchanged a nervous glance before mary spoke again, her voice barely audible, “what do you say, y/n? should we use it? break in your new house?” 
you hesitated, your mind starting to understand the fear that this board could evoke, “i don’t know, mary. it’s risky. what if we unleash something?” 
mary placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “we’ll be careful. we won’t stay for long. we’ll just ask a few harmless questions, and if things get weird, we’ll stop, okay?” 
you sighed but slowly nod, “alright, we can try it. who knows, it might not even work.”
“probably not, but it’ll be fun to try.” 
you and mary gathered around your kitchen table, the ouija board spread out before you. soft candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. 
you hesitated, your two fingers trembling as they hovered above the planchette, “are you sure about this mary? i have a bad feeling.”
mary’s voice was pure excitement, “we’ll be fine y/n, just a couple of questions, ok?” 
they placed their fingers lightly on the planchette, their anticipation growing with each passing moment. the room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting their next move. 
“is there anyone here with us?” mary asked, her voice confident, waiting for a response from the other side. but as minuted passed by, the ouija board remained still, its surface unyielding to their inquiries. 
“maybe it’s not going to work, mary.” you said with a tinge of disappointment. 
mary sighed, defeated and regretful, “i guess you’re right. i shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up too high.” 
just as you two were about to lift your hands from the planchette, a sudden chill filled the air, causing both of you to shiver. you exchanged a puzzled look with mary as your attention was drawn back to the ouija board. slowly but surely, the planchette began to move, gliding across the board’s surface with an eerie certainty. 
your eyes widened, your heart pounding in your chest, “uh mary, it’s moving.” 
“i know,” mary replied in disbelief as the planchette stopped over “YES”. “oh my god.”
“oh my god,” you repeated, “that wasn’t you?” 
“no! was it you?” 
you shook your head, “definitely not.” with your body scared to the bone, mary let out a laugh, “what’s so funny?” 
“nothing! nothing.” mary waved her free hand, “just, this is going to be so fun.” 
you sighed, “just, be careful, alright? i don’t need my new house to be haunted or something.” 
mary agreed and then asked again in her confident voice, “who are we speaking to?” 
again, your eyes widened in disbelief as the planchette spelled out a name, letter by letter. 
H– E– E– S– E– U– N– G. 
“heeseung?” mary repeated, her voice filled with confusion, “who’s heeseung?” 
your brows furrowed, trying to think if you know anyone by that name, “i don’t know mary, i’ve never heard that name before. it could just be a random spirit trying to communicate with us.”
mary shrugged and continued, “what do you want, heeseung?” 
the planchette moves then, their fingers still atop as it spelled out the next word. 
H– E– L– P.
you exchanged concerned glances with your friend across the table. the atmosphere in the kitchen growing heavy and gold with the unexplained presence. 
“h-how can we help you?” mary asked the board. 
I– N– C– U– B– U– S.
“what the hell’s does incubus mean?” you asked your friend. 
“isn’t that like, a sex demon?” mary said, stifling a laugh. 
“a sex demon?” you repeated, tilting your head in confusion. 
“yeah, seems like someone’s horny in the afterlife.” mary jokes, making you bite your lip to stifle your own laugh. 
before either of you could speak again again, the planchette started moving, dragging your fingers along with it. 
N– A– M– E. 
“name?” mary said out loud, “say your name.” 
“what, why me?” 
“because it’s your house, and we found this thing upstairs.” 
you sighed before stating, “y/n.” 
you expected the planchette to move again so the spirit could reply, but instead the small kitchen window above the sink swung open, letting the wind from outside enter roughly. the cold gust of wind blows out all the candles, plunging your kitchen into darkness besides the lone street lamp outside. a low guttural growl resonated through the air, sending shivers down your spines. 
“jesus!” you jumped up, your hands leaving the board as you get up and close the window that was hitting the wall now. mary followed you, but turns on the kitchen light instead. “what was that?” 
“i don’t know, wind.” mary said with a sarcastic tone, “it’s fine.”
“what? you weren’t scared by that?” you asked your friend curiously. 
mary shrugged again, “i mean, you felt how rough the wind was, and this house is old. it makes sense that the window would open like that.” 
you stared at your friend in disbelief, your hand stayed on your chest as you tried to slow your breathing. mary started grabbing her belongings, slipping her bag over her shoulder, oh so chalantly as you felt petrified from the events that occurred only a minute ago. 
“so are you taking that thing home?” you asked mary, referring to the board that sits still on the table. 
“what, no?” mary replied with a crinkle of her nose. 
“but why not? you’re the one who likes these kinds of things.”
“well yeah, but we found it here. and god knows how long it’s been here, i wouldn’t want to upset it.”
“upset what?” your eyes widened in fear. 
mary only laughed at your expression as she came over to you, her hands rubbing your shoulders as you face each other. “y/n, calm down, nothing even happened! we spoke to a spirit for five seconds and then the wind blew open the window. just put the board back in the attic and go to bed.” 
you sighed at your friend, dreading to go back up into the attic once she’s gone. 
“i’ll see you later, alright?” mary said as she stands on your porch with a smile, “nothing’s gonna happen so just enjoy your new house.” 
you told your friend to have a goodnight before going around and making sure every door and windowwaslocked for the night, keeping all the lights on as you do so. when the time comes for you to put the board in the attic, you closed your eyes and placed it on the closest box to the stairs before turning and bolting down the stairs, slamming the floral door shut behind you. you wished the door would have never opened in the first place as you slide into bed, scared for the first time in your new house. 
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you were only able to sleep for a few hours before you were awoken suddenly. your body jolted awake as you sat up in your bed. your chest heaved heavily as you looked around your bedroom, but ultimately saw nothing. 
you brushed a hand through your wild hair, mentally laughing at how scared you truly were. when you stretch out, ready for bed again you realized how damp your panties were and you wondered if you were having a wet dream of some sort that woke you up, but couldn’t seem to remember anything. 
when you started to lay down again, figuring that it must be around 3am and you needed to go to sleep, you heard a creak from the other side of your room. you instinctively turned your body to face the corner, but again, nothings there. you told yourself that it’s just the old house, but for some reason you couldn’t get rid of the feeling that it’s something more. 
one more time, you started to move your pillows so you could go back to sleep, but you heard a creak again from the same spot in the dark corner of your room. your eyes widened at the spot, suspecting to see something or someone other than the wall and darkness, and were about to go mad when you see nothing again. you smiled to yourself. thinking about how crazy you must truly look if anyone was here with you. 
“looking for me?” a man’s voice spoke from the otherside of you. you could barely see the person before you were screaming, crawling backwards to the other side of your bed to get away from the voice. “hey, hey, it’s okay, shh.” 
“no! who are you!” you cried out, your body shaking with fear. 
“c’mon, y/n.” the man tsked at you, “you know who i am.”
“no! i don’t! please! just leave me alone! please!” you started crying, tears running down your face in an instant from pure fear, not knowing what this man was going to do with you. 
“y/n, say my name.” his voice was stern, but playful as he speaks to you. 
“i don’t know you’re name! and i don’t know how you know me! please! please! don’t hurt me!” 
the man sighed, “fine.” he lifted his pale hand and snapped his fingers. instantly the tears brimming your eyes were gone, but your cheeks were still wet from the previous ones. your breaths calm and your body stopped shaking. your mind went clear, even though the deep, inner voice of yours was still screaming for help. “i didn’t want to have to do that, but you need to listen to me and calm down.” 
your eyes snapped to the man, wanting to scream but can’t from the peacefulness taking over your body. you could actually examine the man now. he was tall and lean, he exudes an otherworldly charm that seemed to fascinate and terrify you. his hair was jet-black and falls over his eyes, yet frames his face that was carved in the moonlight that enters your bedroom. 
your heart was racing, but was slowing down the more deep breaths you take. his eyes were dark brown as they stare back at you. 
“who are you?” you voice was steady when you speak, which surprised yourself. “what did you do to me?” 
his voice was smooth and melodic when he spoke again, “you know who i am.” 
“i don’t.”
“you do,” the man sat on your bed, hands grabbing your shoulders so you look right at him, “think y/n. who am i?” 
you were about to shake your head no, but suddenly there were flashes in your head. the man sitting in front of you, laying in your bed, smirking up at you as you hover a top of him. a flash of him laying shirtless and having abs that make you want to marvel at him for hours. and the final flash of him throwing his head back, letting out a moan of your name. 
“heeseung.” you stated, your eyes widening in realization and fear, but your body refused to act the way you’re feeling deep down, like you’re stuck. 
the man, heeseung, smiled slyly as you say his name, “there you go, good girl.” 
“how- what?” you questioned, wondering how you knew this man in front of you was heeseung, the spirit you contacted earlier through the board and how did you get those, those memories of him. 
his smirk grew deeper on his face, “i gave you a nice dream before i made you wake up, i thought you’d like it.” 
you think more about the dream he must’ve given you, and pushed away the thought that crosses your mind of how you wish the dream would have lasted longer. there’s a whole demon sitting in front of you, and you can’t seem to react the way you want to, just placed frozen on your bed. 
“what do you want, heeseung?” you asked him, your voice almost monotone, but really wanting to scream. 
a tantalizing smile curled onto his heeseung’s lips before he speaks, “you.” 
the voice in the back of your head screamed louder, wishing to get away from him, but yet you stay still, “why me?” 
heeseung grabbed your hand in his, his skin cold against your own. you felt disgusted as he touches you, but lean your hand into his. “because you summoned me and set me free. and now, i need to fulfill my duties.” 
you wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. you were trapped still on your bed with a demon holding your hand. and all you could do was sit there, expressionless. “what- what did you do to me?” 
heeseung retracted his hand, “i’m sorry, i had to so you would listen, i can make it stop.” 
“please.” your begging word came out monotone. 
“i will. but first you need to understand how you’ve summoned me to fulfill my duty as a worker of the underworld. can you listen?” 
you nodded slowly, wanting to understand more about this demon and how the hell he’s ended up beside you. 
“i’m an incubus. and the main part of my duty is to pleasure women, sexually. and i can do that for you, y/n. i can sense that you’ve never properly been pleasured,” heeseung’s hand pushed your hair behind your ear and you struggled to not shiver at the contact, “i can make you feel good.”
you gulped as you dare to look heeseung in the eyes. you noticed the way his dark eyes glint in the moonlight and how his jawwasheld tonight as he smirked at you. you hated yourself for thinking how attractive he would be if he was a human. “how would you know?” 
heeseung almost let out a laugh at how naive you are, but he found it charming at the same time, “because i am a demon y/n. i’m forever trapped between realms for my actions i did as a human. and for that, i’m forever yearning for a taste of the forbidden. and you, y/n, have summoned me and are now my object of fascination. i can make you feel good, i know you want me to.” 
“no, i don’t.” you speak, trying to defend yourself from the demon. 
heeseung tsked, “as an incubus i can appear as anyone that the woman so desires. i’ve appeared as many celebrities, ex-boyfriends, random strangers the woman has seen on the street. but for you, you desire me.” 
you avoided heeseung’s stare now, nervousness wanting to spread all over your body as he calls you out. you’re sure that if you weren’t under this trance of his your breathing would be rapid and you’d be fidgeting. 
you felt heeseung’s hand slither to your jaw, turning to your face gently to look at him, “just say the word y/n, and you can have me.” his melodic voice was in a whisper as he was mere inches away from your face, “just tell me you want me.” 
you could feel your heart pounding in your chest even though the rest of you remained in an unwelcome calm. a magnetic pull between you and heeseung has somehow grown too strong to resist in the few minutes he has sat in front of you. 
with trembling lips, you looked into heeseung’ captivating eyes, swirling with a seductive and darkness glaze, and a surge of boldness coursed through your veins as you give voice to your deepest desire. 
“i want you.” 
heeseung’s enigmatic smirk widened, a flicker of satisfaction danced on his face. it was as if your confession had unlocked a doorway to a realm where pleasure and danger intertwined. 
he leaned closer, his breath caressing your lips before they were pushed onto yours. heeseung’s fingers snap in your ear, and suddenly you’re overcome with so many, too many emotions all at once : fear, lust, nervousness, curiosity. 
in your dimly lit room, with your lips pressed together with a demon’s you know you should’ve pulled away and ran, but there was a dark lust inside of you. curious to see how heeseung could have pulled you in so quick with his words. a surge of electricity coursed through your body, feeling a connection with heeseung deepening. the kiss ignited a fire within you, a flame that seemed to consume all over her overbearing emotions. 
heeseung’s lips were soft, yet demanding, drawing you further into a world where pleasure and danger danced perfectly together. it seemed like both of your desires intertwined, blurring the line between terror and passion. 
time seemed to stand still as you deepened his kiss. your mouths moving in perfect synchrony as if you’ve kissed one million times before. 
as heeseung pulled away, your eyes locked, your heavy breaths mingling in the small space between you. heeseung’s hands came up and roughly pushed you down against your bed, your head landing in your pillow. heeseung’s head delved down, sucking and biting immediately onto the sweet spot on your neck. you gasped, arching your back into his chest, wondering how he found the perfect spot so quick. 
you could feel heeseung smirk against your skin, “i know all your desires y/n, everything that makes you feel good.” he lifts his head to look into your eyes, “everything that you’ve been deprived of, never having the chance to be perfectly pleasured by someone else.”
you gulped harshly because it’s true. every time you’ve had sex it’s always been disappointing and you’ve never been fully satisfied. your last boyfriends would take charge during sex, and would never give you the room to express what makes you feel good. you’ve tried random hookups with guys at bars or ones you’ve meet on tinder, but they never know how to please you and only take care of themselves. 
“i told you,” heeseung pressed a kiss into your cheek, “i’ll make you feel good.” he pressed a kiss into the other, “it’s what you deserve.” 
you nodded gently at heeseung’s statement, allowing yourself to fully trust a demon with your body, wanting to taste the pleasure that you do deserve and should have felt before. and for some reason, you didn’t feel any hesitation giving your body to him. 
heeseung’s hands started to grope your body, trailing down your sides and massaging your thighs at the end. he grabbed your thighs, pulling them so they bend at your knees and wrap around his waist. his lips were meshing against yours roughly, the way that you’ve always wanted to be kissed. your ex boyfriends were always so gently and sweet, which you could appreciate, but sometimes you just wanted to be taken roughly. 
heeseung’s hands pulled up your shirt, letting his flood at your neck as he exposes your breasts to his sight. his hips were grinding into yours as his hands groped your breasts. you could already feel how hard he was in his black pants as he grinded his hips into your core. you could feel your wet panties get wetter with the friction. 
heeseung finally pulled off your shirt, taking a break from your lips. “fuck, such perfect tits.” heeseung groaned before he’s putting his lips over your erect nipple. he switched between your breasts, his tongue circulating the nipple in quick motions. you moaned at the cold air brushing against your skin once he pulled it off. 
heeseung suddenly pulled your legs straight before pulling down your sleeping shorts so you were left in only your panties. he was then spreading your legs wide as he kneels down between your legs. 
“wha-?” your voice was cut off as he pressed his mouth to your wet mound. a moan leaves your lips instantly, never having a man go down on you before. 
“fuck, baby, so sensitive already?” heeseung mumbled as he pushes your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to his eyes. 
you could only moan again in response as he delves down again, his tongue against your bare pussy now. heeseung moaned as he tastes you, his eyes closing for a brief second to take in your taste. your jaw droppedas you watch him in between your legs, his tongue slipping in and out of his mouth and around your lips. 
he made sure to reach every part of your pussy, letting his saliva mix with your own wetness that he’s made. 
“that’s so fucking good.” you told him, not missing the smirk on his face when he heard your words. 
heeseung then slipped a finger inside of you, instantly finding your g spot. you cried out his name, wanting to tell him to not stop, but you could tell he didn’t plan on it. his free hand finds your breast, taking the nipple in between his fingers. 
you felt overwhelmed by him in the best way. his tongue and fingers reaching every pleasure point of your body. you don’t think anyone has ever been able to find everything that makes you feel good before, even your ex boyfriend that you dated for years. 
heeseung groaned into your core, losing himself in your taste and walls as his two fingers massage your g spot in circles, “you love the way i play with your pussy, y/n?” his voice was deep when he speaks to you, and it makes you throw your head back into your pillows. 
suddenly all of the pleasure heeseung’s been giving you stopped, and before you could complain, a sharp slap hits your wet mound, the wet sound echos into your bedroom walls. “heeseung!” 
“i asked you, question.” heeseung dark eyes meet yours through your legs, “answer me or i stop.” 
your chest was heaving from the pleasure and shock, “y-yes, i love it.” 
heeseung smirked at your answer, “good girl.” before he delved back into your pussy, his fingers fucked into you at ease as his tongue switched between sucking and circling your clit. your body relaxed into the pleasure again, grabbing onto his hand that rests by your chest. 
without thinking you pulled his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them instead of letting out the moans you know you can’t control. your actions make heeseung groan against your pussy, the vibration making you suck his fingers harder. your body felt like fire as your tongue circles his fingers like his tongue circles your clit. 
your body started to move against your bed, unable to stay still from the pleasure. his fingers dropped from your mouth and landed on your thighs to keep them open. his tongue started to delve deeper into your pussy as his fingers pick up their pace. heeseung keeps groaning against you, loving the way you started to grind back onto his mouth. 
you could tell heeseung loved having his tongue and fingers in you, and that only adds to the pleasure you were feeling. loving the fact that a man (whether he’s a demon or not) actually wanted to pleasure you, something you’ve never experienced with your past, selfish partners. 
your back arched suddenly off of your bed, the pleasure becoming too much for you to hold back, “fuck, heeseung!” you cried out his name, pushing your pussy farther into his face. 
“you gonna cum, angel?” heeseung’s lips mumbled against your clit, his fingers starting to pound into you, rubbing your g spot every time. 
“y-yes! please don’t stop! please!” your begging this time was so different from how you were begging him just minutes ago. 
“cum for me, y/n. cum all over my fucking face.” heeseung encouraged you, and it was all the took for you to come undone with just a few minutes of him pleasuring you. the feeling was new to you as you had never come undone from someone’s tongue and you wished your high could last longer. a final, high pitch moan left your mouth before you were pushing heeseung away from the sensitivity. 
heeseung grunted but pulled away, licking his lips to vanish your juices off of his lips, “fuck, you taste good.” heeseung leaned down and pressed a kiss onto your lower stomach that was heaving with your chest, trying to catch your breath from the orgasm he just gave you. 
before you could speak again, heeseung’s hands were sliding under your body and flipping you around onto your hand and knees. your body still felt like mush from your orgasm so he could easily handle you. 
you heard heeseung start to unzip his pants, pulling them to reveal his cock. when you turn, wanting to catch sight of it, you gasped. his cock was long and hard. there were veins trailing up the sides that reached the red tip, oozing with precum. his girth will definitely stretch you and you wondered for a second if it’ll even fit inside of you. heeseung caught a glimpse of your concerned face, pressed a hand onto your lower back so your chest and face are against the pillows. 
“don’t worry, angel, i’ll be gentle at first.” heeseung speaks to you, massaging your ass cheeks with his hands, trying to calm you in any way that he knows. 
heeseung spits down onto your pussy, making you squeak as you felt his spit trickle down your pussy. he spits in his hand and smeared it over his cock, lubing up everything as both of you know he’s definitely the biggest you’ve ever and probably will ever take. 
heeseung gave your ass one more smack before he’s pushing his cock into your dripping pussy. your mouth dropped open as you pressed your face into your pillows, feeling your walls stretch so well around him. you were thankful for the orgasm he gave you before, because you’re sure it would’ve hurt more if you weren’t so wet and stretched from his fingers. 
once he’s fully inside he stopped, letting you take deep breaths into your pillow as you adjust to his size, “do i fill you up good, y/n?” heeseung asked, massaging the red hand print he’s left on your ass. 
“mhm,” you mumbled to him in your pillow, “so good.” 
heeseung started to fuck into you then, holding onto your waist as he thrusts from behind. you could feel his hips hit your ass every time his cock was deeply delved into your pussy. you swear you could feel him in your stomach. 
“fuck, it’s so big.” you moaned out, your hands clutching your sheets as his cock stretches you out, feeling every inch of your walls, even the parts that have never been touched before. 
heeseung aimed for your g spot everytime, the rough patch rubbing against his cock so easily. you wondered how no one has been able to find it before since heeseung has seemed to find it so instinctively. 
heeseung’s hands were molding into your ass, grabbing and massaging as he uses it to fuck into you. his own mouth was dropped open as he fucks you, leaning down to kiss your back gently, in complete contrast to how rough he’s fucking your pussy. you felt like you were being ripped open, but you could care less from how good it felt. 
heeseung reached around you, wrapping his large hands around your breasts, pulling and tweaking your nipples. you manage to sit up on your knees, pressing your back into his chest as you turned your head to look at him. his eyes that were once brown were now full on black. you could see your own fucked out reflection in them before you were grabbing his head from behind and pulling his lips onto yours. they mesh so well together and you know it should scare you, but it only leaves you wanting more and more. 
his cock was lodged so deep inside of you as he fucked up into you at the new angle. your ass was jiggling each time he slams his cock back into you. your tongues were exploring each other’s mouth, tasting each other as his hands keep roaming your body. 
at once, you were being pulled away from his lips as he pushed you back down onto the bed. your face in the pillow and your ass up, pussy still gripping onto his cock. he was grabbing your hands from the sheets and pulling them behind your back, locking them in place and using them as a new holder to fuck into you. 
heeseung started pulling his cock all the way out of you, before ramming it back in all the way. you could feel his cock hitting your cervix as you cried out his name. “oh fuck, heeseung!” 
“yeah, that feel good?” heeseung said, his voice relatively calm, “who’s pussy is this then?” 
“yours! fuck, all yours!” you replied instantly, not even thinking about anything else, drunk on the pleasure. 
heeseung kept fucking into you as he reached for the hem of his black shirt, pulling it off his head so now he’s completely bare behind you. you turned and graveled at his body. it was pale, and the moonlight seemed to make it glow. you could see sweat starting to form around his faint abs that blended in with his milky skin. his broad shoulders slink into his small waist perfectly. everything about heeseung seemed to be beautiful, and that’s so, so dangerous. 
heeseung’s suddenly pulled out of you, making you whine. he chuckled darkly as you, before he flipped you back over onto your back. instinctively you spread your legs for him, just wanting him to be back inside of you. heeseung grabbed one of your legs, putting it up on his shoulder while the other leg wraps around his waist. 
he slipped his cock back into you and you both groaned at the new angle. heeseung leaned down and pressed a deep kiss onto your lips briefly. 
“open your mouth, let me see your tongue,” he stated and you do as you were told. 
heeseung spits into your mouth, making you moan as you swallow. you wondered for a second how he knew that you were into that, but then remember that he was not just a normal man on top of you, he was an incubus, and his duty was to know every single one of your desires. the thought gets pushed away by the pleasure before you could think more of it. 
“yeah, you like that? you like being my bitch?” heeseung asked you, his black eyes, almost covered by his eyelids that were closing from his own pleasure. 
“i love it! i love it, please.” you replied truthfully. heeseung smiled devilishly at your obedience. 
heeseung stopped pounding into you, and you watched him reach over to your nightstand, your embarrassment crawled up into you as you sat up, “wait!” you speak, but it’s too late, heeseung had already pulled out your vibrator, and the devilish grin only grew on his face. 
“what?” he tilted your head as he saw the pink on your cheeks, “you don’t think i know how often you use this to pleasure yourself?” 
“i- i,” you tried to speak but were too embarrassed and watched him examine the vibrator. 
“why can’t we let it join our fun?” 
you gulped, new ideas and images of heeseung filling your mind at his suggestion, “we, we can.” 
heeseung smirked at you, and you only fall deeper into him as he turned on the vibrator. the noise filling your room as he pressed it into your clit. 
“fuck!” you cried out instantly, your pussy was still sensitive from the orgasm before. 
it only took a second more before heeseung was shoving his cock back into you, fucking into you so fucking deep as he pressed the vibrator harder and harder against your clit. your hands flied up by your head, pulling at your pillow as you take the pleasure that heeseung was giving you. 
only curses leave your mouth as your body began to rave on the pleasure. heeseung’s free hand reached down to your neck, successfully choking you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head uncontrollably. 
heeseung was biting, licking and kissing your leg that was hooked onto his shoulder, his eyes watching the pleasure take over you. you had never felt so exposed before, but you wouldn’t want anything else in that exact moment. you love the thought of heeseung just wanting to see you come undone on his cock. like it’s the only thing he’d ever want in this world. 
“yes, that’s a good girl, take my fucking cock.” heeseung grunted out to you, his grip on your neck not releasing. 
he kept pounding into your, your body began to twitch again, not being able to stay still from all the pleasure and adrenaline running through your body. 
heeseung pressed the vibrator into your clit harder, stopping his thrusts with his cock deep inside of you as he bended over and kissed you. his tongue swirling around your mouth. you can’t kiss him back properly as moans just keep falling out of your mouth. so, he sucked one of your fingers into his mouth. 
“oh my god,” you let out, watching the handsome man lick and suck around your thumb as he made deep eye contact with you, his cock seeming to hit every inch of your pussy, the veins dragging so perfectly against your wet walls. 
“no one’s ever made you feel so good before, right angel?” heeseung asked you, a smirk on his face that dropped quickly when you don’t, when you can’t answer. his hand left your waist and slapped you across your face, “answer me.” 
“no! never! only you!” you replied, liking the way the sting felt on your face. the pain just mixed with the pleasure. 
heeseung’s hand wrapped around your neck again, squeezing tight as you took his cock. suddenly you can’t take the pleasure anymore, “cum, gonna cum.” you told him. 
he released your neck and slapped your face again, slapping both of your cheeks as you started to grind down on his cock as his hips meet your own. the vibrator makes wet squelching noises as it pressed between your pussy lips and clit. 
“cum for me, angel, cum all over my cock,” heeseung nodded at you, “wanna feel how tight you get around me when you cum.” 
his words set you off again, and your body convulsed as you felt the coil in your stomach snap. all the pleasure taking over your body as you tensed and untensed your limbs, feeling the high make your body and mind melt away. you could do nothing as heeseung continued to pound into you, letting you ride out your high with his cock constantly hitting your g spot. 
“that’s it, that’s my good girl.” heeseung groaned out, your tight, wet walls affecting him just as much as he’s affecting you. there was a sense of pride in you as you come down from your high as you watched heeseung struggle to keep his own composure. 
he turned off the vibrator and threw it to the side of the bed, almost completely forgotten as he grabbed your legs and pushed them down onto your chest. heeseung was then hovering over top of you, his cock still plunged deep inside. 
“fuck,” you let out, his hands gripping the back of your thighs, “you fuck me so well.” 
“i know, angel, i told-, told you I would.” heeseung’s voice was getting breathy as he was reaching closer to his high, “want you to cum one more time for me, y/n, please.” his begging voice and eye contact made anything feel possible to you. 
heeseung’s fingers slipped down to your sensitive clit, rubbing small circles into it as his pace of his thrusts didn’t slow down. 
it only took a few more thrusts before you were hitting your third and final orgasm of the night, the most you had came before. your body felt like it was on a sensitive overdrive as heeseung fucked you through your high. your jaw dropped in a silent scream as your walls tightened around heeseung’s cock for the last time. you could hear heeseung’s groans as he was getting closer and closer to his own orgasm. 
“please cum, heeseung, please. wanna see you cum for me,” you begged him, eyes pleading as he held onto your thighs tighter. 
“fuck, fuck,” heeseung let out before he ripped his cock out of you. his hand started jerking his hard cock, slippery with your cum and juices. his eyes switched between your swollen pussy and your fucked out face. “y/n, yes!”
you could feel heeseung’s warm cum land on your lower stomach, his grunts mixed with the mentions of your name. you had never thought your name sounded pretty before, but it slipping off of his lips made it seem ethereal. 
both of your chests were breathing heavily as heeseung leaned down, meshing his lips onto yours in a messy, but almost passionate way. the passion delved in the kiss stirs something in you, scaring you when you remembered that he’s a demon you’ve accidentally summoned. 
you shoot your eyes open at the thought, sitting up in your bed, reality consuming you that you’ve just had sex with a demon. 
but when you looked around your room, feeling your lips still tingle from the kiss that was happening just a second ago, you find yourself alone. no one in your room except for you and the moonlight. 
then, an almost instantaneous need for sleep started to consume you, and even when you tried to fight it just mere seconds before you pass out, head falling back on the pillow, you fail. your body lays on your bed in a peaceful, innocent manner, so much different than how it was interacting minutes before. 
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when you awake again, it’s morning, the moonlight filling your room has changed into midday sunlight. your head felt like it was pounding when you sat up, placing your hand over it for some comfort. you felt confused when you tried to piece together what’s going on. 
suddenly, painful quick images flash in your brain. images of heeseung, his mocha eyes turning black, his cold lips against yours, his hands roaming over your body. 
you rip off your blanket that has been covering you. you were wearing your pajamas and it makes you question yourself on how you went to bed. you have no memory of getting dressed or putting the blanket over top of you. or even how you wiped up heeseung’s cum off of your stomach. 
you briskly get out of bed, making your way across the hall to the bathroom. you turned on the cold water, needing some sort of relief from this awakening. you lean against the counter with your hands on your cold, wet face, soaking in the water as you try to recall more memories from the night before. trying to distinguish if it was all a nightmare or real life. 
you walk yourself through everything you could remember. it’s too detailed to just be a nightmare, but you don’t remember anything after heeseung pressed a final kiss to your lips. his lips, they were perfect, they knew everything that could make you feel good. 
then, the memory comes back. you stand up straight, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror as you pull your hair back, desperate to see your neck. 
and there it is, a bright, purple hickey right below your ear. 
your breath started to pick up pace as your fingers run over the bruise. fear and astonishment filling your body as you realize that everything you think happened last night, did in fact happen. 
you had sex with a demon. 
and you liked it. 
there was no doubt in your mind that it wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had. that you wouldn’t kill to have it again, to see heeseung one more time. feel his lips trail over your body, utilizing every part of his and your body to make you feel good. 
and that thought terrified you. 
there was no way you were craving sex with a demon, wishing that you could see him again. you sounded crazy. 
so you told yourself that it was all a trick, and that after this exact moment you would never think of the demon with the cherry lips and soft black hair again. it was over and done with as what happened was part of his ‘duties’ or whatever. it meant nothing and never will, heeseung the incubus was out of your life for good. 
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it didn’t take long for heeseung to start corrupting your dreams, blurring the line of what a dream and a nightmare is. in the depths of the night, your slumber was disturbed by images. 
always finding yourself in a desolate dreamscape that you wander through, listening to whispers of your name in the air. the voices draw you towards a figure standing in the shadows. the closer you get, the more you could realize that it was heeseung, his presence both captivating and terrifying. 
you could feel fear clenching your heart, your instincts wanting you to flee. yet, a part of you secretly relishes these dreams, these encounters with the enigmatic demon who holds a power over you whether he knows or not. 
in the nightmare, heeseung steps forward, his eyes gleaming with his charm. “angel,” he murmured, his voice a seductive melody that you remember it has. “you’re mine, right?” 
conflicting emotions surge within you. you know you should be frightened by him, to resist his demonic presence. but a part of you craved his attention, relish in the intrigue and danger that pulsed through your veins. 
as he moves closer in the nightmare, reaching out and placing his cold hands on your bare arms, it sends electric currents surging through your body. making you feel a sort of high heeseung has only ever been able to give you. 
despite the initial fear of your nightmares, your secret longing intensified the more you dreamt of him. it was a twisted dance between fear and desire. you yearned for the darkness that consumed your dreams, drawn to heeseung like a moth to a flame. 
you started seeing flashes of what could only be heeseung during the day when you were awake. seeing him in the reflection of the window when you were washing dishes, only to turn around and to find no one. 
when you went out to a cafe with mary, you swore you saw heeseung standing across the street through the cafe’s window, but he was gone when you turned your head completely to look at him. 
finally, feeling insane from seeing him in your dreams and while you were awake, you had enough. you needed to talk to heeseung. you needed to see him for more than a second again. 
knowing the only way you reached him before was thrown on a dusty box in the attack, you started to march your way to the attic, just wanting peace from this hellish reality you’ve been living in for weeks. 
as soon as your hand was about to turn the copper door knob on the faded floral door, you heard his voice behind you. “and what do you think you’re doing?”
you squeak and turned around, facing the demon you were looking for, “i wanted to talk to you, again.”
heeseung scoffed from his position of leaning on the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, “right, but you and a ouija board don’t go so good together- especially since you summoned me last time,” heeseung started to walk closer to you, “who knows who you could’ve summoned this time.” 
you gulped as you stared up at the demon who had been in your dreams for the past month, “well, i didn’t know how else to contact you! you- you keep showing up in my dreams and i know, i’ve seen you.” 
“y/n,” heeseung glanced into your eyes, and you saw his hand start to move by his side but ultimately stopped and dropped back, “you can’t contact me again, that’s part of the whole incubus thing. we should never speak again.” 
“w-what? but what about my dreams and i saw y-!” heeseung’s finger pressed against your lips, stopping you with a quick “shh!”. 
“those should stay between us, i shouldn’t be doing those things. i could get in serious trouble.” 
heeseung’s eyes were serious as you look into them, trying to get every detail to truly remember them in their mocha form. his finger dropped from your lips and hesitantly puts his hand back to his side, like he wanted to touch you but he can’t. 
“then why were you doing those things?” 
heeseung shrugged as he scanned your confused and frustrated face, “i don’t know. i shouldn’t have though. i won’t anymore.” 
you scoffed, not being able to comprehend the turn of events, “so, this will be the last time i see you?” heeseung’s lips fell into a frown and his eyes hold sadness with your question. you take his expression as the answer you didn’t want to hear and looked away from him, to the floor. 
“i’m sorry, angel.” heeseung’s whispered words reached your ear as he steps closer to you, only an inch away from your face. his hand reached up to grab your chin, pulling your face so you looked at him instead of the oak floor. your eyes have nowhere to look except for him. you take in every detail of his face, his moles by his lips– the one on his forehead that you catch a glimpse of through his bangs, his thin nose that you just want to kiss. 
“this’ll be it.” are his last words before he’s leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. you stood on your toes to kiss him back, wanting him to feel all your emotions in the kiss. the kiss felt like a collision of souls, a culmination of desires that transcended into his and your realm. 
your hands leave from your sides to wrap around his neck, but they ultimately fall back down to your body. you open your eyes and that’s when you see heeseung was no longer in front of you, his lips have left yours, his final, lingering touch. 
you stood alone in your hallway now, your heart heavy. you knew this connection with heeseung could’ve ended with a heartbreak, but you wish it would’ve lasted longer. you wish you could’ve talked to him more before the final kiss. 
with tears streaming down your face, you whispered a final goodbye to him before going to bed, hoping and wishing that he would visit your dreams again. 
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there were no more dreams of heeseung. no more sightings of him. just, nothing. 
it made you question if he was even real and wasn’t some part of your imagination. 
the more you questioned yourself and heeseung’s intentions, the more you could feel yourself grow into the dark pit your mind had made for you. your inner self was battling too many fights at once that your physical self felt weak and tired. everyday went by at the same slow pace with the same boring routine. each day seems to fade into one, unable to tell the difference between them as you fight the internal battle you’ve created for yourself. 
on one side, you knew that heeseung was dangerous. just a few months ago you didn’t even think demons were real. but now that you were aware, you should know all of the scary movies and stories and myths you had heard about them were real. you knew that heeseung had a power that could harm people. the thought of him hurting someone jabbed at your heart and made you feel ill. 
on the other side you felt a strong connection to him. the way he was gentle with you and watched over you even though he knew he shouldn’t have. it lets you know that he must also feel the same connection that you do. he’s alluring and different and makes you feel like you’re special. no one has ever been able to make you feel as good as him. 
so now that he’s gone, you struggle to really know your worth all because of a demon. 
at work, mary seemed to notice you were struggling, well everyone could tell. but your friend confronted you one evening as you were leaving work. “hey, y/n!” 
you turned at the voice of your friend, watching her chase after you in your work building. you hold the door for her and watch as her smiling face approaches you. usually you would be happy to see your friend, but you’re just so exhausted that you struggle to smile back at her. 
“you going home now?” mary asked once she’s reached you. 
“yeah,” you replied, starting walk outside now with mary beside you. 
“right, well can we talk for a second?” 
you stop and nod at your friend, wanting her to continue. 
“y/n, i’ve noticed a change in you. you seem, i don’t know, depressed. you can tell me what’s going on.” 
you tense at her words, not knowing what to say. “nothing’s wrong, mary. thanks though.” you turned away from her, hoping to get to your car quickly. 
“wait, y/n!” mary’s arm grabbedyou to turn you around. “please, i know something’s wrong. you haven’t been the same since you moved into that house.” 
you hesitated, torn between keeping your secret and the need to confide in someone. finally, you spoke in a hush tone incase someone walked by, “mary, remember heeseung, that demon we spoke to on the ouija board.” 
“yeah…” mary’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. 
“well, we accidentally summoned him, so now he’s, he’s visited me in my dreams. i hear him whispering and i see him. we’ve, spoken before.”
mary’s eyes widened with shock and concern, her voice filled with urgency, “what do you mean you’ve spoken?”
you shrugged, not wanting to tell her that you’ve had sex with him, “not much, and i can’t seem to resist him. but, he’s gone now.” 
“what do you mean ‘gone’?” 
‘he said that he shouldn’t still be in contact with me, and that it’s no good, so he’s left.” 
mary grabbed onto your shoulders so you could only look at her. “listen to me y/n, you have to fight this. whatever going on with you now. heeseung is manipulating you. he’s a demon! you must break free from him, from this, whatever you have with him!” 
but even as your friend warned you and told you the same things you’ve told yourself, your heart raced with longing for heeseung. you yearned to see him and talk to him at least one more time. heeseung was just too strong to resist. 
“i, i can’t mar,” you admitted. “there’s just, something about him. i know it’s wrong, but i can’t help myself.” 
mar tried to hide the disgust that was filling up with her when a genuine smile spread across your face for the first time in weeks, and it was because of a demon. an evil demon that she thought was only doing harm to her friend. 
as mary reached out to hold your trembling hands she spoke, “y/n, this isn’t good for you. maybe you should stay at my house, and get away from him.”
“no!” you ripped your hands out of your best friends, “i don’t want to! i don’t want to do any of that. heeseung, he. he’s different.” 
“he’s a demon!” 
you scoff, “you don’t think i know that? i’m connected to him! more connected than i’ve been to anyone. he understands me. and you’ll never understand that.” 
“right, i’ll never understand how my friend turned out to be such a freak! you need help!” 
you jaw droppedat your friend’s words, pure anger and guilt taking over you, “yeah fuck you, mary! you’re the one that wanted to play the ouija board in the first place! so it’s your fault!” your words snap at her and you see her face fall at them before you turned on your heel and beeline it to your car. not looking back as you pull out onto the street, ready to go home. 
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that was the last time you went to work or saw mary. 
your days from then on consisted of laying in bed and sleeping. it felt like there was a part of you that was being torn apart and you didn’t know how to fix it besides having heeseung next to you. you were sure nothing or no one else could complete you again. 
your eyes felt soulless and your cheeks were stained with tears. after you lost count of how many days you layed in bed you seemed to have lost the reason why you were even crying. 
heeseung wasn’t coming back. and that should be good, all he does is bring darkness around him. but then the thought of never seeing him again made you feel worse. 
your body began to subtly shake as you began to cried quietly. your pillow being drenched in tears again before you fell asleep once again. the mid afternoon and tears lulling you to sleep so quickly, but the last conscious thought on your mind was of heeseung, yet again. 
since heeseung left, you’ve had no dreams of him, but this time, you could feel him creeping around your mind. you were calling out to him in the woods that weren’t recognizable to you, begging him to step forward because you knew he was there. the forest was dark and every tree looked the same. 
suddenly, a light was glowing behind a tree, so bright that it was almost blinding. you knew you should go towards it, having no fear in the dark forest now because of this light. 
your hand reached out and touched the dark oak as you peer around it. there, surrounded by the bright light, like it was his aura, was heeseung, leaning against the other side of the tree with his pretty smirk on his face that you missed so much. 
his name sounded foreign on your tongue when you said his name, and when he speaks back you realized you almost forgot what his voice sounded like completely. you were telling him how much you miss him, and then he’s pinning you up against the tree so you can’t move, his lips dangerously close to yours as he tells you he missed you, too. 
just when your lips were about to touch, you jolted awake in your bed. 
your room was pitch black now that it was midnight. your chest was heaving from the intense dream you were just having. you turned around to grab the glass of water on your bedside, bringing it to your lips just as you heard his voice– and you think you were dreaming again. 
“i didn’t even have to infiltrate your brain that time– that dream was all yours.” 
you drop the glass out of your hand, hearing it smash against your floor as you turned around again in bed, your legs coming up to your chest as you looked at your window. 
there, leaning against your window sill like he was against the tree in your dream– is heeseung. 
nothing about him was different from the last time you saw him. his hair, his eyes, and his cherry lips were the exact same. though, he’s wearing a plain t shirt with his black pants this time. he lookedalmost innocent in the moonlight that’s radiating off of his pale skin, but you know it’s the last thing he is. 
“heeseung!” your voice was hoarse when it comes out– it being the first time you’ve spoken in weeks. “wha- what’re you doing here?” 
heeseung chuckles as he pushes himself off the sill, “what? you don’t want me here?” 
“no! i do!” you speak quickly, sitting up on your knees to look at him better. he’s standing on the side of your bed, right in front of you on your knees. 
“i know,” he nodded, “ and i shouldn’t be here, but i saw you dreaming about me so i just had to come.” 
your hand jutted out and grabbed his wrist that’s dangling at his side, “please, stay, just a bit longer. i missed you.” 
you see heeseung’s eyes fill with hesitation as he looked down at you. your hand droppedfrom his wrist as he moves his hand up to your face and grabbeda hold of your jaw. his thumb started to gently trace over your bottom lip. 
“i missed you, too, angel.” his nickname for you falls easily off his lips as he speaks, and it makes you want to close your eyes to take in the moment but don’t just in case when you open them again he’ll be gone. “it’s late though, you should be sleeping.” 
“no, heeseung! please, i don’t need to sleep. just stay.” 
heeseung tsked but nodded to your pillow behind you, “let’s lay down, then.” 
you fell back into your bed, watching as heeseung lifted your blanket and crawled in beside you. you were laying on your back as he was laying on his side facing you. he reached up and pushed your hair behind your ear so he could look at you better. 
“i really missed you,” you toldhim with sorrow in your eyes. 
“i know, and it upset me to see you that way everyday– you were just so– so sad,” he responds, you feel his hand slip under the sheets to meet your hand, linking your fingers together. 
“i just, can’t forget how you made me feel. i’m so happy when i’m with you,” 
heeseung’s hand went limp in yours at your words, “you shouldn’t feel that way with me, y/n– you know what i am,” heeseung own eyes were filled with sorrow and guilt as he looked at you. your room stayed silent as you take in his words, hearing from him what you’ve been telling yourself the entire time. “but, you’ve changed me forever. you’ve shown me that even in this demon form i still have feelings.” 
your gazes locked, in that moment both of you realized that you were both trapped in a blessing and curse. a force that defied the rules of the mortal and death realm. but, despite the risks, both of you couldn’t deny your feelings for each other. 
“so then stay with me, at least just for tonight.” you suggested, hoping and praying that he said yes. 
heeseung nodded, the weight of your choices on both of your shoulders, “of course.” 
with a tender smile, heeseung leaned in, making your lips meet each other in a soft lingering kiss. he pulled away for a moment, taking in your reaction, which is full of longing and neediness, that he leaned in again, longer this time. 
instantly, you feel in a big burst just how much you need him. and he could sense it too. you feel him smile into the kiss, almost teasing you about your desperate need for him. 
“you want me, y/n?” he mumbled into your lips, not wanting to pull away. you whimper a yes into his mouth, his tongue exploring yours as they mesh together in a more feverish kiss. “‘m gonna make you feel good, angel.” he pressed a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. “why don’t you take your shorts off for me?” 
“okay,” you whispered to him. you lay your head further into your pillow as you reach down, untie and then slip off your short– just what heeseung had asked you to do. 
heeseung didn’t hesitate to place his hand on your pussy, the part that he didn’t know he’s been missing so much until now. his two fingers started to find your clit, rubbing circles around it. it was a light pressure at first but it already started to feel so good since it was heeseung there with you. his mocha eyes had already turned full black when you looked up at him again, his gaze on you intent as he watched you respond to his touch. 
your back started to arch when heeseung picked up his fingers’ pace and pressure. he leaned on his side, holding himself up on his arm as he watched you with a smirk on his face. you were about to tell him to go faster when he suddenly pushed his fingers inside of you, making you gasp out. 
“hee– please,” the nickname falling from your lips sent a shiver down his spine, not having heard that name since he was a mortal. 
heeseung’s fingers were so much longer than your own, him being able to reach places no one has before. your wet walls took him in so well that it was hard for him to move his fingers. 
“tell me how good you’re feeling,” heeseung practically whispered into your ear. 
“feels so good, heeseung, please don’t stop.” you begged him, his fingers slowing down their pace for a second so you could respond to him. 
“who’s making you feel so good,” heeseung’s voice was stern, “tell me.” 
“y-you, heeseung. only you can make me feel so good.” 
heeseung chickles at your obedience, “that’s my good angel.” 
heeseung didn’t hesitate to then curl his digits, immediately brushing your g-spot, making your toes curl in from the pleasure. you could feel the tension building in your body– growing in your stomach. heeseung loved watching you begin to unfold just from his fingers, but it scared him that he liked it so much. 
heeseung had made multiple women feel good in his time as a mortal and as a demon, but he’s never truly cared to make them feel good except for you. with you, he only wants you to feel good again and again and again. 
as the pleasure continued, your brain stopped functioning properly, only being able to focus on heeseung and his actions. you were so close to your high that you felt like you could climax at any moment. 
heeseung bent his head down and kissed your clit, making your hips arch into his face, causing him to chuckle into your wet folds, “so close are we? feel like you can cum?” 
you whimper a yes, “s-so close, please hee.” you just kept begging him tonight. not wanting him out of your reach ever again. 
heeseung’s tongue wrapped around your clit, sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. a loud gasp escaped your lips as your hand fell down into his black hair, pulling on it for support. heeseung only continued to finger fuck you and suck your clit. his tongue seemingly hitting everywhere that made you feel good. 
“right there! please! right there!” you cried out to him, your eyes threatening to shut. 
“cum on my fingers, y/n, cum all over like the good angel i know you are.” heeseung’s words were muffled in your wet pussy. your thighs were closing around his hand. the pleasure from his fingers, tongue and words becoming too much for you. 
a final wave of pleasure pushed you over the edge, making your body tense and numb as you rocked out your high. your whiny moans and calls of heeseung’s name were the only sounds in the room as heeseung let you ride out your high on his tongue. 
when your body finally came down and crashed back down onto your bed you sighed, feeling too weak and happy o push heeseung away from you. he placed a final kiss on your clit and gently pulled his soaked fingers out of you before popping them into his mouth. 
you were about to protest before he was humming around them and speaking, “god, you taste so good, i don’t know how i could ever leave you.” you placed your hands over your face, too embarrassed at his statement to look at him. “stop, lemme see your face– i missed it so much.” heeseung pulled your hands away from your face. 
“i missed you a lot, too, hee.” you toldhim seriously again. having no idea that heeseung’s spine shivered at the nickname once more. 
heeseung pulled the blanket over you both, laying down beside you again. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his cold chest. you didn’t mind his lack of body warmth, finding it easier to fall asleep on in your hot bedroom. your fingers interlocked with his as your bodies suctioned together, neither one of you wanting the other to go. 
“go to sleep now, angel.” heeseung whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss onto your head. 
“i don’t want to.” you toldhim honestly, scared that when you wake up he won’t be here. 
“y/n, go to sleep. i promise you i’ll be here when you wake up.” 
“promise?” 
“i promise. there’s nowhere else i’d wanna be.” 
a soft smile spreads on your face as you nestle into his chest, eyes finally closing. you felt his chest rise and fall with every breath he took, even though there was no sound of a heartbeat coming from it. 
but as heeseung’s fingers caressed your hair, you allowed yourself to let go of the worries that plagued you. in his embrace you found solace, a refuge from the chaotic reality that awaited you outside of this moment, outside of this house. 
your bedroom, in that serene moment, the world slumbered around you two. you finally surrendered to the peace that eluded you for so long. with your heart steadily beating and breaths slowing, you drifted off into a deep slumber. you know that within the confines of this shared embrace, you would find strength to face whatever the future held, united with heeseung that seemed to defy all odds.
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when you awakened to the gentle rays of dawn, your eyes fluttered open, instantly shifting to the space beside you. you felt your heart skip a beat when you see that heeseung was still there, his presence warm and comforting against his cold skin. 
heeseung was already awake, glancing down at you softly as you fully wake up. 
“you’re still here,” you whispered, your voice mixed with surprise and relief. 
heeseung’s lips form a tender smile as he speaks, “of course. i’ve been watching you sleep.” he confesses, his words carrying a sense of vulnerability. 
a red blush colours your cheeks as you sit up beside him. “and i slept so peacefully. it’s been awhile since i’ve slept this good.” 
heeseung’s eyes change with your words to ones of regret, “i know you’ve been so sad,” remorse fills his words, “it feels like all i can do to bring sorrow or fleeting pleasure to people.” 
you shook your head, your eyes sincere as you reach out to touch his cheek gently, “you make me happy, hee. just having you here for more than an hour means more than you’ll ever know.” 
a graceful smile joins heeseung’s lips, hopefulness in his eyes, “i promise, y/n. i’ll stay by your side forever.” 
with his words you realize how isolated and alone you have been feeling with your struggles. but now, with heeseung by your side, you felt like you could do anything in this sanctuary with him. even if he was surrounded with darkness that threatens to consume you. 
you quickly push the last thought away, leaning in to brush your lips against his in a gentle, soft kiss. a kiss that both of you find a sense of belonging in. the promise of his presence and unwavering devotion filled your core with happiness. 
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one evening, as halloween approached, you two found yourselves cozying up on the couch, spending the entire day showing heeseung some popular horror movies. it had been weeks of living in isolation with heeseung, the flickering glow of the screen filled up the living room you’ve been spending the most time in. your fingers were intertwined with his as you both were watching ‘Paranormal Activity’. 
heeseung let out an amused huff from beside you as another jumpscare happened on the screen. “i still don’t understand how people can find these movies scary.” he states in bewilderment. 
you chuckle softly, putting your head on his shoulder as you do. “well it’s a way to feel scared without any real consequences. like you aren’t actually getting chased by a ghost woman.” 
heeseungs laugh fills the room, the tension of your unique situation momentarily forgotten as you absorb the movie. when the credits started to fill the tv, the room fell into a comfortable silence, and your fingers continued to trace random, gentle patterns onto heeseung’s thigh. 
“can i ask you something, hee?” you askedhim as he started to find another horror movie to laugh at. 
“mhm,” he mumbled a yes, eyes trained on the tv. 
you took a deep breath, your fingers stilling on his thigh. “how did you become a demon?” 
the question hung in the air, and for a moment you thought he hadn’t heard you. but heeseung slowly put down the remote he was holding and looked over to you. his eyes held a hint of melancholy, as if your question had flashed multiple memories through his mind all at once. 
“it’s nothing special of a story, really.” he shrugged and sits back into the couch, attention only on you now. 
“okay, but i want to hear it.” you told him and he rolls his eyes playfully, “please.” you whine only for him to laugh. 
“fine, but really, it’s nothing special, i was selfish, i let my desires control me– which made me hurt the people that i cared for. i betrayed their trust, and let my own pleasure overshadow everything else.” 
“like what?” 
heeseung sighs, “i use to be a musician, and i was in a band.” 
“a band?” you exclaim in excitement. 
“yes, and we were somewhat popular. a couple of people came to our gigs. mostly women.” you elbow him and he chuckles but continues, “it’s funny, but i’m serious. i used a lot of the women that came to our shows for sex, and then i wouldn’t talk to them again. i didn’t care if they had boyfriends or husbands or girlfriends or– whatever– because i knew i’d be gone the next day to another city.” 
“okay, but i don’t know how that would make you a demon, a lot of men are fuck boys.” you interject with confusion. 
heeseung hesitated, “well, i had a friend– he was my best friend– jake. he played guitar in our band. and he had this girlfriend– and i- i don’t know.” 
you place your hand ontop of his, “it’s okay heeseung, you can tell me. please.” 
heeseung sighedagain, but continues, “i was drunk or high a lot and one night, after a show, her and i were in my dressing room, and we– we hooked up.” you take in a sharp inhale at his words, “and jake, he walked in.” 
“what did you do then?” 
“i- i wanted to chase after him, but minjeong– his girlfriend– told me to stay and that she’d talk to him. and then i didn’t hear anything from them until the next morning and, and–” heeseung sits up, putting his head in his cold hands. 
“and what?” you askedhim, your hand instinctively coming to rest on his back. 
“they told me– the cops told me, that jake had died in a car crash. he was speeding and he was drunk and he died.” 
“i’m so sorry, heeseung i-.” 
“no, don’t be.” heeseung sits up and lookedat you, your hand falling from his body. “i don’t deserve to have any sympathy. he’s dead because of me.” 
“no, he died because he was speeding and drunk.” 
“yeah because he caught me with minjeong. god– and he loved her so much. i don’t know why i did it.” 
“well you said it yourself, you were high or drunk. it’s not completely your fault. minjeong also was a part of it.” 
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heeseung sighs, his eyes closing as he placing his hand over his eyes, “yeah and thats why she took her own life.” 
a small gasp left your mouth. 
heeseung lookedat you with remorse in his eyes, “i’m sorry, maybe i shouldn’t have told you this.” 
“no,” you sit back into the couch’s arm rest, “it’s alright. i just wasn’t expecting it.” 
heeseung scoffs, “well you don’t become a demon for no little accident, angel.” 
the room feel hoarse and dry as you take in what heeseung has told you. you know he’s a demon, and he’s done awful things. but you just could never imagine the heeseung that you know to cause such awful things to happen to others. 
“so,” your voice was small when it comes out, “how did you die?” 
heeseung cracks a sinister smile in the corner of his mouth, “an overdose. a month after jake passed.”
“oh my god,” your hand covers your mouth. 
“it was an accident. i just needed something to cope with the loss of them both– and the guilt.” 
 “i’m so, so sorry, hee.” 
“no!” heeseung turns to you, almost anger in his eyes as he speaks, “i told you. dont feel sorry for me. i don’t deserve it. jake and minjeong didn’t deserve what i did. and i can’t make up for it– but maybe being a demon– sent to hell for eternity can somehow make up for at least 1 percent of it.” 
you swallowed harshly, trying to ignore the self-rage in his eyes, “heeseung,” you began, moving towards him on the couch so you were next to him, holding his hand. somehow in his story you two had separated. “i know that what you’ve done in your past has caused a lot of pain, and guilt. but you’re not alone with this anymore. you have me, and i believe that someone– anyone can change and have redemption.” 
heeseung’s eyes changed from anger to gratitude and disbelief, “you don’t hate me for what i’ve done?” 
you shook your head no, your heart aching for the demon that you love. “no, hee. i can see that you feel so guilty, and have remorse. we all make mistakes. it’s important that you grow from them, even if it is in an unwanted location.” 
heeseung lets out a heavy sigh and finally gives in to your touch. “i’ve carried this burden with me for so long. not a day goes by that i don’t think of them, and how if i had the chance, i would take it all back. i would bring them back to life in an instant.” 
you give him a kiss on the cheek, “we all deserve a chance to change and to heal. i believe in you heeseung– im sure not all demons are as loving and guilt ridden as you. i’m here for you.”
heeseung’s eyes soften as he lookedat you. his expression filled with love and relief. he nodded to the couch cushion behind you, wanting you to lay down with him. you do so with no hesitation. your face pressed into his chest, breathing in his scent. 
the last words you hear before you fall asleep, wrapped together with heeseung on your couch are,
“you’ll always be an angel.” 
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the weeks had started to stretch into months, and the isolation, the secrecy and the shadowy nature of your relationship with heeseung was beginning to take it’s toll. the love you shared was undeniable, but it was also tangled in such darkness. 
your phone calls with your parents, once filled with excitement, had turned into strained conversations. it seemed like every time the phone rang with their caller id, you found yourself rolling your eyes and snapping at them once you answered. soon, the phone calls stopped happening. 
your dreams and aspirations, once a beacon of light for yourself, now seemed like distant fantasies that you could never reach. that you never wanted to reach. you found yourself becoming increasingly negative about everything except for your relationship with heeseung. 
after the last phone call from your parents, heeseung’s concern became palpable. he had been watching your calls with your parents overtime, and had seen how dark and mean they had become. his gaze continuously filled with more and more worry. bitterness seemed to have filled you everytime you spoke to your parents, your friends or about your future or interests. 
one day, heeseung had caught you staring at the picture of your parents sitting on the window sill in the living room. your eyes were glazed over, but he could tell you were hurting and confused. heeseung prepared himself before walking over to you. his touch gentle as he brushed your hair behind your ear. his cold heart tinged as he watched a beautiful smile spread across your face. the smile he only ever sees when you were talking to him. 
“y/n, i need to talk to you.” 
“sure, about what?” your smile never left your face as you looked at him so lovingly in the eyes. 
heeseung sighed before he speaks, “i’ve noticed your anger, your negativity– you’ve not been who you truly are, for a while now.” 
your smile dropped at his words, “what’re you talking about?” 
“i’m talking about, how you apparently hate your parents now, and how you don’t want to go to work, or hang out with friends. you just want to stay in this house.” 
“well of course i want to stay in this house, “ your hand jutted out and grabbed his arm, “that’s where you are. where you and i can be together.” 
heeseung suddenly wants to shake you and hope that it’s enough to wake you up from whatever trance you’ve been in for weeks. but he knows that’s not the solution. 
“y/n, angel,” he sits you back down on the couch with him. “i knew this would happen, but i hoped it wouldn’t. but it has.”
“what’s happened?” you asked him confused, feeling your heart pick up its pace at his seriousness. 
“when a human interacts with a demon or spirit for too long, it starts to affect them, change them in a way.” you pout as you looked up at him, trying to understand what he’s saying. “i’ve changed you, y/n. i’ve turned you into someone you’re not.”
“no you haven’t!” you argued, ripping your arms away from his grasp. 
heeseung sighs, “c’mon angel. you know that you’ve never been such a bitter, negative person. that’s not you! you’re sweet, and kind, and- and an angel!” 
heeseungs words seem to break a small bit of ignorance in your brain. tears start brimming your eyes as you looked at him. “i- i don’t know whats happening to me, heeseung. i can’t control it. i feel lost.” 
heeseung’s expression turned to pained as he took your hands into his. “y/n, our love is special, but there’s darkness. i’m the darkness. you deserve a life full of light, hope and true love. i’m afraid that i’ve been dragging you down into my shadows, losing you.” 
your heart ached at his words, realization setting in. “what do we do, hee? how can we stop it?” 
heeseung looked into your eyes, hesitation and regret covering his face before he speaks, “well, there’s two choice, angel. it’s not an easy one, but it’ll make you feel better.” 
you nodded, “tell me, heeseung. i’ll do whatever it takes.” 
his voice was soft and filled with anguish when he speaks again, “you either come with me to the dark world, where our love can exist with no secrecy, or i leave, and eventually your goodness, your light, yourself, will return.” 
your tears started to spill down your cheeks as the gravity of his words sunk in, but you knew what you wanted to do. “i choose you. i’ll come with you.” 
but heeseung shook his head, “i won’t let you make that sacrifice, y/n. you deserve a life filled with great things. i can see it ahead of you– i always have been. and i won’t be the one to extinguish your light and life.” 
“no! i can’t imagine being without you, heeseung.” 
heeseung gripped your hands tighter in his, “i know it feels like that now, but i promise you, you’ll feel so much better without me. you’ll feel love from everyone that cares about you. your family, your friends– the life and people you have in the future.” 
“hee, please.” 
“i can see your children, y/n. your daughter looks so much like you.” 
you burst into tears at his words, your body falling forwards onto his. “heeseung, i- i can’t.” 
“you can. and you will. i’m sorry for the pain i’ve caused you. i didn’t want this to happen, but i’m so selfish.”
you take his face into your hands, examining every part of his face, scared that it’ll be the last time you see him, “you aren’t selfish heeseung. you’ve showed me what real love is like– real love is when you love someone no matter their mistakes, you love someone even when others tell you not to. i’m so grateful for you, i can’t let you go.” tears started to fill heeseung’s eyes as well, your warm hands on his cold skin making his dead heart ache. “please, don’t leave, heeseung.” 
his voicewasraspy when he speaks, “i have to, angel.” 
you shook your head, not wanting to believe it, but knowing deep down it has to happen. you have to get back to your old self. you could not live in isolation with a man who’s not alive anymore. “then please, stay one more night.” 
heeseung bit his lip, knowing he shouldn’t, but also knowing he could never say no to you. “okay, angel. i will.” 
you instantly press your lips to his. the ever so familiarity of them engulfs both of you. 
“i love you.” you told him sincerely. 
“i love you, too angel.” his breath fanned over your lips before he’s grabbing the back of your neck with his palm lightly, pulling you closer to him. his tongue entered your mouth, wanting to taste everything from you for what he knows will be the last time. 
your hands started to slip down his chest to his black jeans. his own cold hands were keeping your lips locked with his. he ignored your attempts at undoing his jeans by pushing back onto the couch, your lips and tongues still meshing together. 
heeseung talented hands pushed aside your shorts and panties, finding your clit so easily now after months spent together. you moaned into his mouth, his fingers adding just the right amount of pressure. 
suddenly, heeseung pulled away from your lips. your chests were heaving from the lack of oxygen. he pressed a final, quick kiss to your lips before he delves into your pussy. his fingers keeping your shorts and panties pushed to the side. your juices coat his lower half of his face. his eyes closing as he tastes you, wanting to remember the way the sweetness tingles on his tongue. 
two of his fingers slip inside of you, heading straight for your gspot. a gasp of his name left your mouth, and your hand shot to tangle with his soft, black hair. 
“you’re so good for me angel, always taste so good.” he mumbled into your wet lips. the vibration of his words rumble through your body and straight back down to your core. your hips found it hard to stay still as heeseung’s implementing pleasure continues through your body. your mind started to become hazy the faster your high approached. 
“i’m gonna cum, hee, please, please let me,” you begged him out of habit. 
“yes angel, do it for me, let me taste you cum one last time.” 
you reached your high with a heavy heart, but pleasure still coursing through your veins as you wanted more of him. you whimper at the loss of contact as he pulled away from your core. only for you to be flipped over onto your stomach. you feel his hands started to pull down your shorts and panties before he discarded them across the living room. 
“wanna fuck you from the back, know you love it when i do.” heeseung’s voice spoke, his hands coming down to roughly grab your ass. 
“please, sir, want it so bad.” 
his hand slapped down on your ass cheek hard, causing your body to rock forward into the couch arm rest. a cry escaped your lips but the pleasure from the slap rippled right down to your gaping core. 
“that’s my good girl, beg for this cock.” 
“i want your cock deep inside of me, wanna feel it touch my cervix, please sir.” 
you heard heeseung’s dark chuckle before he slapped your ass once more as he slipped his hard cock into your wet core. he slipped in so easily and filled you right up. “fuck,” he groaned once he’s balls deep, “like this pussy was made for me.” 
you whimper at his words, agreeing with him. 
heeseung’s thrusts started out quick and rough, just how you know you both like it. just like how you both know no one else will be able to make each of you feel this good ever again. you know only heeseung could make you feel this high with just his cock. 
your nails started to dig into the couch cushion underneath you as heeseung’s thrusts started to get sloppier. your orgasms starting to ignite from the pleasure. grunts, curses and whimpers of each other’s names fill the living room as you both cum at the same time. 
your breaths were heavy as heeseung’s sweaty core lays ontop of your back, still wanting to be as close as you as possible before he could never be again. he pressed a kiss into your temple before he slowly pulled out, wincing at your soft whimpers from the overstimulation. 
your breaths were steady when you felt something warm and wet start to clean inbetween your thighs. you look and see heeseung fully dressed, wiping the mess you had both made in between your thighs with a cloth. you watched him as he so carefully gets every sticky substance off of you, before he pressed a soft, delicate kiss onto your bare thigh.
when he was done, he placed the cloth on the coffee table and sighed as he meets your eyes and offered you his hand, “come, let’s get you into some clean clothes.” 
it was silent between the two of you as heeseung picked out some grey sweatpants and a sweater for you to wear. when you dressed, he layed you down into your bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin and tucked you in. you couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face, and you didn’t mention the tears threatening to leave heeseung’s eyes as he sat on your bed, looking down at you for the last time. 
“i love you, y/n.” heeseung spoke quietly, as if anyone could hear him. 
“i love you, too, hee.”
heeseung’s hand reached out and brushed a fallen piece of hair behind your ear, “you know you’ll always be my angel, right?” 
a sad, whimper of a yes escaped your mouth, then heeseung leaned down, pressing his lips into yours. your eyes closed, wanting to take in his presence as much as you could, so you could remember everything in perfect detail. 
you’re about to object to him leaving, but when you open your eyes, heeseung was gone. 
you sit up in your bed on your elbows, looking around your room frantically. tears were blurring your vision as you tried to find his silhouette in the shadows. but you know it’s no use. heeseung is gone, and you will never see him again. 
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the days after heeseung left were agnoizingly slow. each moment weighed down by a sense of loss and regret. you wish you could’ve went with him. but the other part of you knows that this was for the best. but his absence felt like a gaping void that seemed like it would never be filled or satisfied. the sunrises no longer held the same excitement for the day ahead of you spent with him, and the nights were now filled with loneliness instead of your shared laughter. 
but as the weeks passed, a subtle shift occurred. a shift so subtle that you didn’t realize it had happened until weeks after. the painful hole in your heart started to fill with light that you thought you had lost forever. the world, once shrouded in comfortable, dark shadows, started to regain it’s bright, welcoming colours. 
you called your parents. 
you dialed their number with a sense of hope, knowing that your past conversations had been filled with anger and resentment. but as your mothers voice greeted you on the other end of the line, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. tears started streaming down yoru face as you began to apologize. 
your parents’ voices were filled with love and understanding. they forgave you, and for the first time in a long while, you felt the warmth that came with love and care. it was the first step of healing for you. the first step to rediscovering your brightness that life could offer you. 
you began to rebuild your life. working towards finding a journalism job, fixing your relationship with yoru parents, and resetting goals you had lost for months. 
you reached out to mary, wanted to make amends for how distant and unkind you were to her. you met at your favourite cafe, the familiar scent of coffee and baked goods creating a comforting atmosphere for your nerves. 
mary looked at you with curiosity and concern as she sat down in front of you. you took a deep breath as you both said hello. your voice already filled with sincerity and apologetic. 
“i’m so sorry, mary. for the way i’ve acted and how we ended it. i shouldn’t have pushed you away or treated you so poorly. i know you were just trying to help me– and you know, you mean the world to me. so i hope you can forgive me. if not now, then in the future.”
mary’s eyes softened instantly, and offered you a forgiving smile. “of course, i forgive you. it was kinda my fault you met heeseung in the first place.” 
his name makes your heart ache, “what do you mean?” 
“i’m the one who wanted to use the oujia board remember.” 
a smile cracks on your lips, “right, i guess so.” mary laughed for a second, before her eyes widened suddenly. 
“so what did ever happen with him? is he, gone?” 
you gulpped before you speak, “it’s a long story, but yes, he’s gone.” 
mary nodded in understanding, “so what’re you going to do now?” 
your shoulders perk up at her question, “well i’m almost done selling the house– and i’ve got a job in new york at a newspaper reporting job.” 
mary’s eyes expand in surprise, “that’s great, y/n! but you love that house!” 
you shrugged, “i loved that house. i’ve had a change of heart. i want something new, with no memories attached to it– or oujia boards in the attic.” 
mary laughed, and offers her coffee mug in the air for you to clink yours together, “here’s to fresh starts– and having no oujia boards in attics.” you smile at meet your mug with her’s, welcoming the new beginning of your life. 
as you sipped your coffees together and caught up on each other’s lives, you felt a renewed sense of hope. the future was filled with uncertainty, and the pain of your separation from heeseung always lingered, but you knew the memory of him will only help guide your future. 
you were determined to shape a future that would be defined by your newfound strength and resilience, and a life enriched by the lessons you learnt with heeseung. 
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years have passed, and your time in new york has brought you nothing but amazing opportunities. your life has taken a new, vibrant direction. 
now, you stand proudly with your family, beaming with joy as you showed them the very first house you have ever bought. their laughter and excitement filled the air as they explored the town their mother and wife had grown up in. 
as the day was soon to be ending, your daughter’s voice chimes up at you, “c’mon mom, let’s go to grandma and grandpa’s for ice cream!” 
“yeah! i want chocolate ice cream, mom!” your son jumps up at his sister’s idea. 
you agree with a warm smile, following your family back towards your car. but, just before leaving, you cast one last look back at your old home. 
there, in your old bedroom window, where the moonlight shined in so beautifully, stands heeseung. his presence is fleeting, but the same playful smirk adorns his face, the very expression that had drawn you to him from the beginning. in that moment, your eyes interlock, and you feel the unspoken connection that had transcended realms. 
the certainty settles within your heart that someday, your love will bridge the divide between the mortal and otherwordly, between an angel and a demon.
as you walk away, hand in hand with your husband, you knew that the tapestry of your love with heeseung is far from complete, and the promise of your reunion lingers in the air, like a whisper that only you and heeseung can hear.  
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An extremely rare officer's flintlock pistol with lantern by Regnier
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dating: circa 1800 provenance: France, Round, smooth-bore, 14 mm cal. barrel, with rear rib with fuller, provided with fore-sight. The surface with remains of antique finishing. Remains of gilding inside the fuller. Initial part of the barrel with gold-inlaid rinceaux and flowers. Vent on the left side. Tang not finished, but engraved and provided with high broad sight. Two flintlocks: the right one to light the lantern, the left one to fire. Both with flat, outlined plate, with small engravings and signed 'REGNIER IN V.T.'. Cocks shaped as a swan's neck and engraved en suite. Right fire striker provided with a lantern mounted on a hinge to enable it to rotate laterally. This one in brass, of circular shape, provided with a sliding candle holder and with a rear handle. Shaded glass. Wooden, full stock with checkered grip. Iron mounts, finely engraved and chiselled. Iron ramrod. length 28 cm. Source
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An unusual antique Chinese locket with the image of a dragon in cloisonne enamel work. Built in gilt brass. A hinged glass compartment inside.
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Thrifting Philosophies 2
Gross is Good
Part of thrifting is that you have to be willing to pick up something that’s dirty and/or damaged and figure out how to clean/repair it. Googling while in-store is a good idea so you can see if the item can be cleaned or repaired and how difficult that process will be so you can make and educated decision on if it’s worth it to buy this one, sometimes things are a simple fix sometimes they’re not. With some things the way to clean or repair it is obvious and with others it takes a lot of research, and you may need to seek advice from an expert or pay an expert to do the work. If you come across something you absolutely love and have no idea how to repair it then seek out people online who also love those items, collectors have a wealth of knowledge and they're always generous with it, there will be someone who can tell you how to repair your item - you just have to find that someone.  Sometimes you can bring something fully back to life, I adore wooden treasures because it’s just a matter of a bit of elbow grease and patience to make them glow. I collect seashells, and little wicker peacock chairs that I sit my plants in, and they both often arrive at the thrift store covered in decades worth of dust in all the tiny crevices, again elbow grease and patience work wonders. Or can you live with the damage? Does it matter? Does it actually add to the object? I’ve got a beautiful Italian brass tortoise trinket box, the hinge is broken, the shell lifts off completely rather than swinging open as it was designed to. But you can’t tell that from looking at it and it still functions as a trinket box, I’m happy to live with the damage. I’ve got a lovely figurine of an elephant with a monkey riding on her back, her tusk is broken but I don’t care because that just tells me this old lady has lived a life before she came to me, it feels right that she's missing a tusk. Sometimes wear and tear doesn’t affect the beauty of an object and sometimes it just adds to the history and gravitas of an object. There are times you know you're never going to be able to repair something, it’s just a matter of preservation. I’ve spent ages researching the right kind of leather treatment to safely preserve the covers of my lovely antique books. I know I’ll never get them looking perfect but it’s not about making them look new, it’s about treating them before they crumble to dust and the spine cracks if anyone tries to look at the pages, and preserving them so they survive for another hundred years. I'm also teaching myself how to repair fabric spines that are pealing away and reattach loose covers. There are times when you need to educate yourself in order to become the custodian of an object and learn to take care of it properly so that future generations can enjoy it too.
You are inevitably going to find things in a thrift store that are dirty, broken, scuffed, stained, damaged. People have gotten rid of them for a reason but that doesn't mean they're junk. That just means you need to do a little work in order to own something truly special.
My previous thrift post
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wildbeautifuldamned · 5 months
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Antique 1700s snuff box, black paper mache, hinged lid, lacquer leather finish ebay busterbear
Antique Solid Brass Tobacco Box Engraved Design Late 18th Early 19th Century ebay M and M Furniture UK
Exquisite Brass Inlaid Vintage Snuff Box Intricate Design & Timeless Elegance ebay Charlie Wongs Emporium
Snuff Box Antique Lacquer Lacquerware 19th Century Tobacco Box ebay Flag Meadow Antiques
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lithiumbot · 2 years
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I haven’t been drawing very much recently, because I have been woodworking! I work with a group that upcycles pianos. We pick up old pianos, disassemble them (carefully!) and make new things from the antique wood. A lot of these pianos are 100-200 years old, and the people who are getting rid of them didn’t want them to go to a landfill. 
The materials are amazing! they are often made of fine woods like mahogany and black walnut, birds-eye maple or Brazilian rosewood. The veneer and finish on the wood is great too, beautiful and textured with age. 
The craftsmanship is notable as well, as we take them apart layer by layer you can see the skill and care that went into every piece. There are often handwritten notes and dates left by previous tuners and piano repair technicians. We find ticket stubs to school recitals, playbills, music sheets, and other bits that fell between the cracks. 
After the piano is taken apart, the real work begins, we build the parts into something new, and give the piano new life. 
One of our members is an instrument maker, and turns the piano wood into guitars (2nd picture), dulcimers, and banjos. Another member takes the carved front-pieces and makes hope-chests (third picture) and cabinets. 
Me, I tend to make things out of the leftover bits. I made the jewelry box pictured up top from a key-cover, integrating the locking mechanism and the brass hinge from the same piano. I have been using the backposts to make tool-handles and restore old axes, sledges and mauls. The pin-blocks have been repurposed as knife blocks and cutting boards. 
In this way we try to find a use for every piece of the piano. We started this project as a way to keep these fine antiques out of the dump, but now people bring them to us specifically to have something new made from something old. 
We’ve made so much more than what I showed you here, if there is enough interest maybe i can do a series of posts about the different pianos and the things we made out of them.
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grizguts · 1 year
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While I might not be able bodied enough to tattoo any more, I kept my Kev Shercliff tattoo machines (fish tail liner machine, and industrial shader machine) as keep sakes for my time learning and working in the industry. They were way over due some final TLC, so I took my time to dismantle and clean them as best I could, before putting them back together and putting them in new boxes that I made for them.
I got a pair of simple 16cm square boxes, with antique brass hinges and latch. Wood burned the script on top by hand, then stained them with old oak and finished with a bit of wax varnish. Lastly lined them with 1 inch thick foam and red velvet for that old school luxury vibe.
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bluemoonrabbit · 1 year
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I found an antique traveling jewelry/makeup case and have been restoring it for my best friend. Between this and the wooden trunk, I've decided I really enjoy refinishing as a hobby. I can imagine one day living in a place with a garage, and filling that garage with sanders, stains, and old furniture ready to have new life breathed into their wood.
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This is a before shot of the front. It was in really rough shape– lacquer flaking off, a broken front clasp, and one of the hinges in need of nailing back in place. If it were nicer I'd have tried harder to refinish it accurately and maybe sell it, but as it is I'm having fun. So far I've polished the brass, removed the very stubborn lacquer, sanded gently all over, and applied wood conditioner and stain. Tomorrow I'll apply a second coat of stain, and go to the specialty hardware store to see if I can replace the broken clasp. If not, I'll just hammer the sharp edges inward. I am planning on finishing it with wax, because I've wanted to use wax for a while and figured, I'm not going for authenticity here, so why not?
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Here's a photo of a similar, better preserved case.
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pamwmsn · 1 year
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Antique Pure Milk Willow Ware Milk Pail with brass hinged cover.
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Antique bracelet.
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dnkme · 15 days
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Customization Options for Door Hardware: Making Your Space Unique Sources
Customizing door hardware is an excellent way to enhance both the functionality and aesthetics of your space. Whether you're renovating your home or designing a new one, the right door hardware can make a significant difference. Here’s a look at how customization options can help you create a unique and personalized environment.
Functionality: Tailoring to Your Needs
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Unique Customization Options
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Conclusion
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Superb Victorian Convalescing Invalid Wheel Antique Chair By John Ward
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A superb Victorian mahogany and leather convalescence armchair by John Ward, London. The reclining back adjusted by a brass and steel handled winder, hinged arm-rests, drop-in seat and gout stool or foot rest. The whole raised on oversized  spoked front wheels with brass spoke wheels to the back. The chair has been re-upholstered in top quality hand dyed leather with deep buttoned back. The chair retains the original maker’s label for John Ward. Condition- Very good, in full working order and fully restored with polished brass. Dimensions:- Height…47''/ 119cm.  Width… 32.5''/ 82cm. Depth…39.5''/ 100cm. Seat Height…20''/ 51cm.Delivery to most of U.K. mainland £75. History of John Ward. The firm of John Ward, were initially based in Leicester Square in the early 19thcentury. They produced sophisticated designs for adjustable invalid and ‘bath’ chairs. Their reputation spread, exhibiting at the 1851 Great Exhibition, and they became the chosen suppliers to those wealthy enough to afford their aids, usually made from quality mahogany and covered in expensive fabrics. Later in the 19thcentury, their premises were on Tottenham Court Road – the London street famed for quality Victorian furniture makers and retailers. This is probably the period from which the chair here dates and when they became Royal Warrant holders to Queen Alexandra, George V and Queen Mary. For comparison see their ‘improved recumbent chair’ in the collection of the Science Museum, London
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The Internal Door Hinges in Noida | Williams Hardware
Looking for high-quality internal door hinges in Noida? Williams Hardware offers a wide range of durable and stylish hinges perfect for your home or office. Our stainless steel and antique brass options provide both functionality and aesthetic appeal. Whether you're renovating or building from scratch, our hinges ensure smooth door operation and longevity. Located in Greater Noida, we are your local source for premium door hardware. Visit Williams Hardware for the best internal door hinges in Noida today https://hardwarebywilliams.com/product-category/hinges/internal-door-hinges/
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Choosing the Right Door Hardware and Colors for Your Home
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When decorating or renovating your home, door hardware and colors are key elements that can significantly impact the overall look and feel of your space. Both play important roles in enhancing the style and functionality of your doors. Here’s a simple guide to help you make the best choices for door hardware and colors.
The Importance of Door Hardware
Door hardware includes the handles, locks, hinges, and other components that make a door function properly. Choosing the right hardware is crucial for both practical reasons and aesthetic appeal.
Functionality
The primary role of door hardware is to ensure that doors open and close smoothly. Good-quality hardware like hinges and handles makes doors easy to use and durable. For example, a high-quality lock will secure your home effectively, while smooth hinges will prevent sticking and squeaking. Properly functioning hardware enhances the overall convenience of your space.
Style and Aesthetics
Door hardware also contributes to the style of your home. There are many options to choose from, including modern, traditional, and minimalist designs. The finish of the hardware—such as polished brass, brushed nickel, or matte black—can complement the design of your doors and the overall decor of your room. Matching the hardware with your home’s style helps create a cohesive look.
Choosing the Right Colors for Doors
Colors can greatly affect the appearance and mood of a room. When selecting colors for your doors, consider how they will fit with the rest of your home’s decor.
Neutral Colors
Neutral colors like white, gray, and beige are versatile and work well in any space. They provide a classic and clean look that can easily match various interior styles. Neutral-colored doors are also great if you want to keep the focus on other design elements in the room.
Bold Colors
If you want to make a statement, consider using bold colors like navy blue, deep green, or vibrant red. A brightly colored door can serve as a focal point and add personality to your space. Bold colors work well in rooms where you want to create a strong visual impact or add a touch of creativity.
Matching Colors with Hardware
When choosing door colors, think about how they will look with your door hardware. For example, a white door with brushed nickel hardware creates a clean, modern look, while a dark wood door with antique brass hardware adds a classic touch. Ensuring that the hardware complements the door color helps achieve a balanced and harmonious design.
Accent Colors
Using accent colors on doors can highlight certain areas or features in your home. For example, painting interior doors in a different shade than the walls can create visual interest and define spaces. Accent colors can also be used to match or contrast with furniture and other design elements in the room.
Practical Considerations
When choosing door hardware and colors, consider practical aspects as well. For example, lighter-colored doors might show dirt and wear more quickly, so they may require more maintenance. Similarly, ensure that the door hardware is easy to clean and durable enough to handle frequent use.
Conclusion
Selecting the right door hardware and colors is essential for both functionality and style. Good-quality hardware ensures that your doors work smoothly and securely, while the right colors can enhance the overall look of your space. By carefully choosing hardware and colors that complement each other and fit with your home’s decor, you can create a beautiful and cohesive design that enhances the comfort and appeal of your home.
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