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𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢 | Seonghwa x reader

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Vampire Prince Seonghwa x Mortal maid reader 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You've heard the story since you were a little girl—a beautiful vampire prince living in an ancient Gothic castle covered in thorny roses, waiting for his true love. But you could never have imagined that you were destined to be part of this gloomy story.  𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 / 𝔄𝔲 / 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢 : Smut, Dark Romance, Mystery, Doomed lovers!AU, Vampire!AU, Gothic!AU, Soulmate!AU ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 15k

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𝔄|𝔑: And now I've finally completed it and I couldn't be happier. I guess I'm a little too in love with Seonghwa. But can I resist the temptation to give him all my attention? And the bunnies seem a little obsessed with him too, don't they? This is a gothic fairy tale, full of depravity, filth and lust. Are you ready for a prince's cold kiss?

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 Part I @tiny-apocalypse @captain-joongz @alicedawitchbish @woohwababes @wlv-asteria @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisprincesss @lavishloving @teagietots @spooo00oky @sousydive @hwapou @bunnliix @softwsan @mjyungi @fantasy2wonderland @noirsfantasy @cassies-cookies @renaholicss @luffypants @hyukssunflower @watermelon2319 @peachygiku @bunnyxoxodarling @stolasisyourparent @soranosnowbunny @certifiedmoa @sanglix @slvtiny @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @hecateslittlewitchling @xxawl @pastellbunno @starlletsblog @seonghwasstar @hwanring @vtyb23 @pearltinyy @minjaeum @chasevixx @bomi-ja @onedumbho3 @sanglix @cursedeastern @itza-meee @pinkies-things @atinism @mxnsxngie @nenefix-on @therealcuppicake @annafeebou @sharksandminhos @@lixies-pixieboy @@vampzity @0rangemilk @yellow-foxxing ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 @unholywriters @hey-syia @hrts4nohee @vnessalau @mlink64 @tessakleine @fr34k4c1dr41n @313hwa @lilyuwon @tiziamattaga @un-knew @wiaxul @siyah-staryis

It's always been this way and always will be: people avoid the village that stands by the sinister Gothic castle in the middle of a dead rose garden, where ancient legend says a beautiful midnight somnambulist holds the guilty legacy of his bloodthirsty ancestors. Dressed in an ancient coronation robe, the magnificent prince of vampires sits all alone in his dark, vast house, under the watchful eye of his mad and terrible ancestors, who stare at him from faded portraits, each of them prolonging their dreary posthumous existence through him. He spreads the tarot cards, tirelessly forming endless constellations of indeterminate probabilities, as if a random card falling on a regal blood-red velvet tablecloth would transport him from this cold, shuttered room to a land of eternal summer and human warmth. As if it would help him to wipe away the age-old sorrow from his unbeating heart, to allow him to feel, at last, the love for which he so desperately longs—the love for someone like him, a creature who embodies life and death at the same time.

His voice is full of distant echoes of long-forgotten love poems, like an echo under the earth: "You've come to a place from which you can't return; you've come to a place from which you can't return." And he himself is like a dark, cold dungeon, filled with the reverberation of a lonely echo, a system of repetition, a vicious circle.

He is so divinely beautiful that his beauty seems unnatural; his beauty is an abnormality, a perfect flaw, for in no hypnotic feature of his face is there a hint of the touching imperfection so natural to human existence. His beauty is a sign of fatal disease, a sign of blood full of poison; his black tears are a sign of his lack of soul.

A night-born beauty who embodies both the sin and the blessing in his existence. The Prince of immortality, lord of grief, master of endless tears.

The elegant hands of the beautiful denizen of darkness skillfully guide the hand of fate. The nails on his hands are long and sharpened to a point as sharp as a dagger of steel. These nails and teeth—magnificent, glistening dangerously in the darkness like white snow under the moonlight—are visible signs of his inescapable destiny, which he desperately tries to escape by using magic and otherworldly powers. His claws and teeth have been honed by centuries of brutal wars and bloody orgies. He is the last descendant of a poisonous, barren tree that took root in a time when humans worshipped blind Gods and believed in the powers of nature. 

As soon as the sun, bleeding with golden ichor, has set, he rises from his voluptuousness bed, which rather more closely resembles a velvety coffin than a lovelorn bed, and goes to the little round table, and, sitting at this table, he plays his leisurely, mirthless game with fate, until hunger awakens in him—an insatiable, bestial, scorching his whole being—hunger.

His lips were intoxicating wine—the scarlet madness of pure seduction. His kiss was as tender as a mother's caress, as suffocating as unspoken words, and as shattering as the agony of dying love, but it was only when his alluringly sensual smile faded in the lips of his victims that they would realise that it was not wine—it was blood—and it tasted as bitter as poisonous wild strawberries and ashes. He slowly savoured each cooling drop of blood until the eyes of his lovers became pale and sombre, like lily flowers submerged in water. The glow of the moonlight that pours in through the boarded-up windows of his castle, on their waxy skin, was their burial garb. 

The Prince's realm stretches for miles and miles, encompassing all the haunted labyrinths of misty forests and mysterious abandoned dwellings, inhabited by ghosts and all manner of midnight creatures. In addition to his poisonous beauty, he has inherited the command of an army of fleshless shadows who inhabit the village at the foot of his sinister castle, which rests in a dead garden of mourning roses like a lover in her eternal sleep, waiting for the beautiful prince to one day kiss her icy lips. These macabre shadows sneak into the woods in the guise of bats and black foxes. They crawl into the corners of the ornate rooms of an abandoned house as thick, menacing spiders that entangle everything around them in the silken canopies of their webs. Their presence is manifested in the sound of sobbing in an abandoned bedroom where a cracked mirror hangs on the wall, reflecting nothing, and in the sense of unease that grips those who wander carelessly into these desolate lands. They torment all the beautiful young maidens, pure as angels from paintings, with fits of inexplicable weakness and madness, forcing them to wander about at night like somnambulists—barefoot and naked—until their frail bodies lie in the bloody sheets of their splendid lord.

But the Midnight Prince himself is indifferent to his otherworldly, immense power; instead, he longs to be an ordinary man and to meet his love—predestined and fateful—but he doesn't know if it can happen at all. The Tarot cards are always laid out for him in exactly the same way, always showing him the same painfully familiar pattern: the Magician, Death, the Tower - shattered by violet lightning—mystery, fatality, and destruction. 

In addition to the hundreds of whispering, sexless shadows that waltz through the dusky, gloomy corridors of the hereditary castle, the handsome prince has other living servants. Bleakness somnambulistic the servants in a dumb daze tend the decomposing castle, ensuring that no sunlight enters the dreary, formerly majestic halls and that their immortal master always has fresh, hot blood to satisfy his insatiable, animalistic hunger. They are eager to fulfil his every whim and desire, as vampire minions are supposed to do, and when one of these pale servants dies, turning into an immovable, translucent dried flower, another one takes his place, and the cycle begins all over again. 

They live as long as the prince wants, until he tires of their emotionless, silent presence. He mercifully shares his immortality with them, which moulds with poisonous black blood at the bottom of their exquisite porcelain tea cups. Everything about this otherworldly Prince of the Night justifies his tragic role—lord of sorrow and terror—except the fact that he himself is very reluctant to play this unpleasant role. 

On long, moonless nights, his caring, taciturn caretaker allows him to take a stroll through the garden. This rose garden is a place of extreme darkness and melancholy, lulled into the depths of a thorny maze and a beautiful, centuries-old cemetery where the remains of his cursed family lie beneath nameless marble slabs and faceless angels in empty coffins. 

The roses, once bright and alive, have now grown into a great wall of dead flowers. Behind them, he is trapped in his ancestral castle, like an intricate cage. There is no comfort for him in his ghostly existence, which is a clumsy imitation of real life. And then he returns to the lulling magic of the tarot, slowly shuffling the cards, spreading them out, trying to read them, and then, with a sigh, picking them up and shuffling them again, endlessly guessing at the inevitable fate.

Dressed in his blood-stained lace gown, he lies in his luxurious bed all day, drowning in countless pillows. When the tired, bloody sun disappears behind the vague line of the horizon, taking with it the weight of human life, he rises from his bed to take a bath filled to the brim with rose petals and virgin's blood, which stands in the middle of a room full of mirrors, and then he sits down at his little round table and plays cards until his hunger awakens again. 

It always was, and always will be, until, on one of an endless series of overcast, recurring days, the graceful, waxen fingers of a vampiric prince—as he descended from a sacred icon—turn over a card called 'Lovers'. Never, never before... never before has the prince been a forerunner of love. He shudders and trembles, his huge, hypnotic eyes close with nervously fluttering eyelids pierced by thin, bluish veins. This time, for the first time, the beautiful fortune-teller foretold yourself love—eternal as life and death at the same time.

The prince's luxurious chambers were in a high tower covered with prickly roses, and it was a part of the castle that had not yet been completely destroyed by time and sorrow, retaining some semblance of frightening grandeur. You have never been in this wing until this night, and if it were up to you, you would never want to be here again. This castle is a place of gore and death, a place from which no one has ever come back alive, but that was the last thing on your mind as you ran away into the impenetrable forest in the middle of a moonless night, fleeing further and further into the whispering darkness—to a place where your family would never find you, even if you had to pay for it with your life.

And so here you are. Waltzing through the endless labyrinths of the crumbling family castle of the beautiful lord of darkness and suffering—the midnight vampire prince Seonghwa—serving him and tending to the gloomy halls of his once glorious family legacy.

Ashes to ashes. Blood to blood.

Your pale, trembling hand floated in the air, hesitant to knock on the heavy, solid black oak door that separated the prince's velvet chambers from the rest of the castle. You had been standing there for some time, surrounded by whispering shadows and silken darkness. Their hissing, serpentine voices, coming to your ears from those dusty, darkness corners, where the dim glow of the candles did not reach:"He knows...he hears...he feels you...feels you..."

Even though it was always bone-chillingly freezing cold in the castle, your nervousness caused a clammy, obnoxious sweat to form on your skin, rolling in thick, glistening drops down your neck to the hollow of your plunging neckline, leaving a cooling, transparent trail resembling a ghostly kiss. You swallowed hard, saliva suddenly pooling in your mouth, and drew in a deep breath, mentally counting to ten, trying in vain to calm the frantic pounding of your heart against your ribs. It shouldn't be a big deal. After all, if the Prince had wanted you dead, your exsanguinated body would have been buried deep underground in his beautiful garden by now, which looked more like an exquisite burial ground than anything else.

It was utterly foolish of you to try and delay the inevitable. Seonghwa was waiting for you; he longed to see you. The prince had personally requested your presence in his chambers this evening, and he was probably well aware of how long you had been standing at the door of his bedchamber.

The prince’s velvety, almost purring voice echoed inside the room as your knuckles barely touched the dark wood of the door: "You can come in, my darling."

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of that hypnotic, enchanting voice. Even though it was muffled by the thickness of the stone walls, you could still clearly feel its otherworldly, terrifying power lurking behind every letter he uttered. The prince's voice was like an angel's plaintive song—beautiful and terrifying at once.

You swallowed hard again and opened the massive oak door, framed in a rich wrought-iron floral design, leaning most of your weight on the hard wood. The thorns of the bronze roses, worn by time, were as sharp as the deadly fangs of a vampire prince. Your entire body shuddered as you stood frozen at the entrance to his private chambers, afraid to step over the threshold. Something ominous and terrifying hung in the air, sending shivers down your spine.

Reflections of blackened family gold caught your eye, emanating from every corner of the room as the flickering candlelight refracted and shattered against the sumptuous antique jewellery. Even more shadows grew and lurked in the corners of the bedroom, hissing and writhing where your gaze couldn't reach them. Every detail in this room spoke of its former glorious majesty.

In awkward cascades of dusty, faded fabric, heavy velvet curtains that had long since lost their rich burgundy colour hung down the walls of the room. Now the home of delicate glass spiders and dead nocturnal butterflies, they were no longer exquisite pieces of decoration. Hanging on the walls, in massive antique gold frames, were the grim, time-worn portraits of the previous owners of this eerie sanctuary of shadow and sorrow, whose veins ran with the same black blood as Seonghwa's. They were a reminder of the vampire prince's cursed legacy. As the bone-chilling wind swept through the room, you could hear the crystal pendants of the chandelier clink. It brought to your ears the whispers of the shadows in languages you had never heard before.

It seemed to you that the air in Seonghwa's private chambers was even colder than the rest of the castle, filled with a sweet, suffocating scent that made you dizzy. Yet some unknown force drew you deeper into the silken darkness of the bedroom, where the beautiful, sinister creature lived her mirthless existence.

"My darling, you've made me wait too long for you. Come here." The command in his languid, seductive voice shot through your body like a whip, leaving your skin burning. Your whole body clenched with fear, paralysed by cold and nervousness, as you hesitantly moved towards the large archway that led into the open, mirrored space of the bathroom.

The faint splash of water was almost drowned out by the sound of the blood rushing through your veins and your heart pounding against your ribs at an almost painful rate. As you paused at the edge of the podium that held a large marble bathtub filled to the brim with rose petals, the knot of anxiety that was slowly forming in your stomach only tightened. The hot steam rising from the water clung to your skin like a lover's caress, filling the air with the intoxicating scent of the flowers, mixed with something unspeakably sweet, something erotic, something animal—a scent that could only belong to Seonghwa himself.

"What can I do for you today, my prince?" You take a deep breath of the freezing air to calm your nerves a little. The faint metallic taste of blood on your tongue.

"First of all, lift your head, my love, so I can have a good look at you." His velvety, seductive voice rolled down the length of your slightly arched spine, spreading a hot, scarlet flush across your flesh as he spoke. You could already feel how the tops of your thighs were starting to get wet with excitement. You were ashamed to admit how your body reacted to him, even though you knew it was part of his vampire personality that allowed him to mesmerise his prey before delivering his deadly, icy kiss.

Every single cell in your body urges you to run as far away as possible, instinctively reacting to the presence of something so evil and dangerous around you. But you ignored your fear and slowly lifted your head to meet the dark, hypnotic gaze of Seonghwa, who leaned back on the edge of the marble bathtub with regal casualness. A grim shiver ran through your entire body at the gaze of those large, gleaming eyes—slanting and predatory like a wild cat's. Your skin tingled at the feeling of the prince's eyes sliding slowly over your body, lingering too long on the heaving ridges of your plump breasts above the deep neckline of the tight corsage. He was staring at you like a rose, tearing you apart in an effort to get to the very core of you, deliberately slow, petal by petal. 

There is a long silence between the two of you, filled only with the loud beating of your heart and the subtle splashing of the water as the prince's long fingers lazily caress the rose petals floating on the surface of the tub. The intense eye contact was unsettling, as if you were looking at a scene that you weren't meant to see, and perhaps that was exactly what it was. 

It was hard to ignore how beautiful the vampire was and how dangerous he was. The lack of any natural flaws was so glaring that it almost made your head spin from the otherworldly perfection of it all. The greatest artists, in their quest for perfect beauty, would not have been able to describe a divine portrait of his face to this earth without even a hint of the incredible reality of his appearances. The verses of the poets could not describe his eyes; the light in them decided the fate of mankind; they had life and death, sinfulness, passion, and sparkling moisture, something that you could never have in human eyes. You didn't know if Seonghwa was the light of heaven or the flames of hell, but you were sure that he was from the first or second world. Seonghwa was either an angel that had fallen from the open heavens or a demon that had risen from hell, or perhaps both at the same time. 

His long arms stretched out on either side of his lithe, slender body, bulging with silky muscles under smooth, moist skin that shimmered like pure gold in the light of burning candle flames, and you swallowed hard at this view. You felt like you'd been lured straight into the lion's den, and he was going to eat you alive. And maybe, just maybe, that was what you wanted so badly. Every night of your stay in this castle, you have had the same dream—the one where Seonghwa feeds on you while he fucks you in front of the huge antique mirror in his dark velvet chambers. Those dreams - so intense and sensual that when you awoke, you could still feel the prince's phantom cold breath on your skin, the lingering touch of his hands on your body, the aching feel of his big cock between your thighs, and the warmth of your blood running down your naked breasts in dark scarlet streams from the small puncture wounds that Songhwa's needle-sharp fangs had left on your neke. And the longer it went on, the stronger this terrible, dark need became to feel the prince's painful, deadly kiss in reality. 

Right now, there was a small part of you that was desperately hoping that Seonhwa's call to you tonight was for that very reason—to feed on you. 

As if reading your thoughts, a sinful, predatory grin formed on Seonghwa's luscious, sensuous lips, and the look in his seductive, half-closed eyes shot through you, making your blood boil with desire. 

Your excitement was so obvious to him, but in spite of this humiliating fact, the thrilling sensation that was fluttering in your lower abdomen and sending shivers of heat between your luscious thighs only intensified. The blood pulsed in your veins so furiously that you could feel its pulse on your neck, and of course Seonghwa felt that seductive throbbing of your life as well. 

"What is your name?" His voice was like a snowy day after a frozen night, smooth as crystal and sparkling like diamonds, when the prince spoke to you again. 

" Y/N." You say it quietly, looking away from the vampire with a little shyness.

" Y/N." When he speaks your name, you get the feeling that it's always belonged to him. Not to you, but to him, it is. His tongue caresses each letter, wrapping around it as if kissing it and licking each syllable as if his sensual mouth were touching the most tender spot between your legs. He fills your name with his own meaning—impossible, forbidden, sinful—a meaning known only to him. 

The soft splashing of the water was the only warning you were given before Seonghwa stood right in front of you in all of his naked glory. Up close, his appearance was even more inhumanly beautiful, devoid of any of the imperfections of nature. He shone like a celestial being bathed in holy light, water droplets dripping down his perfectly smooth golden skin, and part of you longed to lick it. Blood-red petals clung to the chiselled muscles of his chest and stomach in the most seductive way, igniting a roaring heat inside you and fastening a throb in your heart. His long, midnight-black locks seemed to float softly and beautifully on his head, and his skin shimmered with shards of light. No living being could ever be a match for him—beauty, regality, immortality—it was all woven into every bit of his cursed, dark nature. The prince slowly licked his plump, soft lips, and for a moment, one could see the sharp tips of his fangs. 

You had no idea where to look, especially since Seonghwa didn't hide his nakedness but showed it openly. Your gaze slid down the expanse of his bare chest, his sharp collarbones, and his long neck, but you didn't raise your eyes to his godlike face, instead focusing your attention on the silky scarlet rose petals that adorned his skin.

All of the stories that you had heard from the people of your village were absolutely true. Not a single living soul had been able to leave that gloomy, grief-filled Gothic castle, and you couldn't imagine anyone willingly refusing Seonghwa's cold kiss, even if it was the last thing they would ever experience in their lives. Your attraction to him was magnetic, as natural as gravity, as natural as breathing, and so achingly tangible that you could feel it in every part of your body. 

There was complete silence in the room for a moment before his hand came up to your face, and the cold, wet touch of his fingers against your cheek sent a shiver down your spine. You tried not to breathe as he gently ran the tips of his fingers down the length of your cheek. At Seonghwa's silent command, you obediently lifted your head to look straight into those hypnotic, feline eyes, framed by the velvety lace of wet lashes. Your face burned, but at the same time, his mesmerising, bottomless gaze made you want to press your lips to the back of his palm and kiss the silky tips of his long fingers. The embarrassing thought made your mouth dry and your heart beat twice as fast in your chest.

"Aren't you beautiful, my love?" Seonghwa purred in a low, seductive tone. His luscious lips curled into a devilish smile that screamed danger and didn't bode well for you. But that sensual, soft curve of his mouth filled you with a semblance of imaginary safety, as if you were in no danger at all around him. In this scene, you're just a little mouse, and he's a snake, a coiled ring snake, ready to lethal strike.

"I…my prince, you shouldn't say that…" It was hard for you to get any words out of your mouth. You felt as if you were transparent, as if there was no longer any barrier between the air and your body.

"But it is, isn't it? You are so warm, so full of life. It's just too tempting for me to resist." He runs his long, slender fingers along your lips, pressing lightly until his sharp claws dig into the soft, pliant flesh, causing small drops of blood to rise. "I could kiss you right here." He bends down so that he's level with your face and his long tongue sticking out just to lick the blood drops from your lips. As soon as he has tasted you, Seonghwa lets out a deep, fulfilled groan and looks up at you with heavy, bottomless eyes full of animal hunger. "Or here..." Now his godlike face bends down to your neck, and his perfectly sculpted lips touch the spot where he can feel your pulse beating beneath thin skin.

A muffled half-moan escapes from your chest as his sharp incisors scrape lightly against you before Seonghwa begins to suck persistently at this sensitive area. His actions are making you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to ease the warm throbbing of your pussy. The way your body reacts to his touch almost embarrasses you, but even if it weren't for his deeply sexual vampire nature that made everyone lose their mind with lust, you're not sure you'd react any differently. Vampire or not, there was no denying the temptation you felt for Seonghwa. 

"Or even here..." With light kisses, he moved down the length of your neck to the heaving ridges of your breasts above the deep neckline of your corsage. His tongue licked slowly over your skin, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in its wake. This sent a rush of pleasure through your veins and the excited heat flooded your face with a scarlet flush. "You thought about that when you came here this evening, didn't you? Did you imagine how I would drink from you, how I would fuck you?" He asks you in a voice that sounds like that of a dark angel. God, what he's doing to you makes you feel so needy and devastated. You're sure that if he asked you to get on your knees before him, you'd do it in a heartbeat. "You know, I can feel how wet you are for me, my love."

And what would you have been supposed to say to that? He was absolutely right about all of it, and you were so ashamed of this magnetic, otherworldly attraction that you felt for the prince.

"I... I don't know, my prince. I'm so sorry..." You whispered, your voice quivering with both embarrassment and excitement. Seonghwa's magnificent eyes sank into yours, and for a moment you thought you saw stars shining in them before he drew a long fingernail, a line down the column of your throat, past your collarbones, down to the centre of your chest. The vampire tilted his head thoughtfully, and you watched as a mischievous grin appeared on his plump, sensual lips.

"You're sorry, how sweet." He immerses himself fully in the water once more and then returns to his original position on the far side of the tub. "Take your clothes off. I want you to join me." 

The sudden shock of his words running through your body paralyses you for a moment, robbing you of any ability to respond to him at all. The silence between you lingers, and you swallow loudly when his eyes narrow and the mischievous expression disappears from his face, and you open your mouth to try to squeeze out words from yourself. 

"I'm not sure I can do that, my prince. Servants aren't supposed to..." Seonghwa didn't let you finish; he cut off your words with an elegant wave of his hand. 

"A servant is not allowed to disobey his master, and that is all you need to know. Now get undressed and come here; otherwise, I'll do it myself, and sweetheart, I can't guarantee that I'll be gentle with you." 

It was useless to argue with him any further, and instead you began to obediently unbutton your corsage, but every move seemed to be an extra effort, especially as Seonghwa's hypnotic, velvety gaze never left you for a second. Your hands trembled as you pulled your clothes off your warm skin, but you couldn't tell if it was from shame that Seonghwa would see you completely undressed or from the thrill of facing the most seductive predator that had ever existed. Or maybe it was from lust as dark and raw as the look in the prince's hypnotic feline eyes. 

The cool air hit your naked body as your clothes and underwear fell in an unnecessary heap at your feet, leaving you nude before him. 

"Don't make me repeat myself, my darling." Obeying his wish, you cautiously stepped over the edge of the luxurious bathtub and slowly lowered yourself into the warm water, which was full of blood-red rose petals. You pressed yourself against the cold marble behind you, trying to put as much distance between you as possible. Maybe it was the contrast in temperature, or maybe it was Seonghwa's intense gaze that gave your skin goosebumps.

The vampire sprawled out on the edge of the bathtub again, like a large wild cat. His body was curled up in the most seductive way, so that you could see every single muscle underneath his smooth, golden skin. Like everything about Seonghwa, his body was absolutely perfect—he was lean but strong, muscular but lean; every inch of his body was brought to painful perfection by something divine, something that you would never be able to understand because of your ordinariness, your humanity. 

"Come closer to me, my love." 

The rose petals swirled around you as you slowly approached him, your heart pounding in your chest at the impossibility of what was about to happen. Perhaps this was all just a dream, like hundreds of others like it—full of lewd images and lingering touches—and you could wake up any minute, cold and alone in your small bed, with a throbbing need between your legs like every other night you'd spent in this gothic castle. You still kept a small distance between you, hesitating to move any closer to him, and it was obvious that he didn't like it as he reached his clawed hand forward to grab hold of your elbow. 

"I said come closer..." Seonghwa growled in a low voice and pulled you towards him so that your back was pressed against his bare chest. His skin was as cold and smooth as marble, and you shuddered as the tips of his sharp nails ran along the length of your shoulder. 

On the opposite side of the bathtub was a huge mirror, framed in a massive gold frame and lit by a hundred or so melted candles. In the slightly hazy reflection, you could see the beautiful face of Seonghwa as he leaned over to you until his soft lips touched your ear. Your breath caught as the sharp edges of his teeth burned the delicate skin of your earlobe and his fingers slid across your collarbone. 

A soft moan slips from your pink, plush lips as you unconsciously arch up in Seonghwa's arms, pushing your large, plump breasts forward and pressing your ass against his massive, hard cock under the water. His beautiful hands cradle your boobs, squeezing them hard in the palms of his hands, and you almost gasp for breath as the prince presses his sensual mouth to your throat. 

"Look at me, my love. Don't you dare to close your eyes for even a second." You whimper at the sensation of his sharp teeth clawing at your skin, and a sharp, delicious shiver of pleasure runs between your legs. "Otherwise..." He kisses a sensitive spot on the side of your neck, just below your ear. A kiss that makes your pussy all wet and sticky. "I'm going to bite you, but it feels to me like it's exactly what you want so badly. I'm right, aren't I, sweetheart?" In the reflection of the mirror, you could see the way that his hands were slowly massaging your breasts. The light touch of his thumbs on your hard, sensitive nipples made you squirm and writhe. "You're so perfect." Seonghwa purred. "So warm and fragile, and you moan for me like a whore, even though you know that I hold your fleeting human life in the palm of my hand. I could kill you now, but considering how wet your pretty pussy is, that thought only turns you on, doesn't it?" The tone of his voice dropped to a whisper that was as eerily beautiful as the rustling of a thousand dead rose petals. 

Seonghwa's sharp teeth sink a little deeper into your neck, practically tearing the thin skin and drawing blood from it. 

Your mind tries desperately to find a coherent excuse for his words, and you unconsciously close your eyes. Your pulse speeds up as vivid images of Seonghwa drinking from you, slowly consuming your life, sip by sip as he fucks you, fill your mind, and send sparks of excitement flying across your skin. 

Seonghwa growls low, pulling you harder against him, and before you know it, his hand is around your throat, long clawed fingers clenching at the sides of your neck, cutting off the supply of oxygen to your airways. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy, the mixture of pain and pleasure threatening to send you into oblivion and some inexplicable part of you wishes he would squeeze his fingers more tighter.

"I told you to keep your eyes open for me." Seonghwa's cool breath touches your ear. "I am tired of your disobedience, my love. How dare you disobey your prince?" His fingers squeezed harder at your throat, and your eyes opened wide - big and frightened - as you began to gasp for air. Just as you felt the blackness coming to the edges of your vision and your consciousness starting to fog up, Seonghwa let go of you and let you breathe.

Trying to connect your thoughts is like wading through a swamp as the prince unclenches his fingers and pulls them away from your neck. Your eyes begin to water and your fingers clench into his hand, as if it might help you to breathe normally again. But Seonghwa doesn't seem to be finished punishing you for disobeying his orders. He grabs your swollen nipple and pinches it roughly, making you sob pitifully at the pleasantly painful sensation.

You still don't answer to him, and with each passing minute of your silence, Seonghwa's displeasure grows, and there is something dark and utterly evil in his eyes. His fingers moved slowly down the length of your thigh, leaving a trail of scalding cold in their wake, despite the fact that you were now in a warm bath. His lazy touches continued until they slid over the delicate, trembling folds of your pussy. And just like that, the pleasant heat that had been building up in your lower abdomen turned into lava that made you melt at the touch of his hand.

"Shall I forgive your disobedience, my love?" Seonghwa slides his fingers over your cunt, touching every inch of your sensitive skin, from your throbbing clit to your tight, wet entrance, spreading your essence over your folds, making them smooth and shiny. Each time they linger over your little hole, you tense reflexively in preparation for his penetration. "Or should I punish you? Should I teach you a lesson in the proper way to treat your prince?" 

"I... I... I think you should punish me, my prince." A gasping moan slips from your lips as your head rests on his shoulder, exposing most of your pale throat to him as Seonghwa slides a long finger inside you, pressing hard against the spongy front wall of your vagina. 

"You see? It's not so hard to do the right thing, dear. You could really use some discipline, you little slut." The prince pulls his finger out of your warm little pussy, and then abruptly stands up on his feet and pulls you up behind him until you are sitting in his arms. He carefully steps out of the tub, pulling you tightly against his wet, hard chest, and steps down from the podium where the marble bathtub stands. 

Seonghwa walks over to a large, time-worn chair that looks like a throne, lowers himself into it, and turns you over. You find yourself face down in his lap, your arse held up. As his fingers slide down your thighs, leaving red marks from his sharp claws, you let out a treacherous half-moan. 

"You look so good, all flushed, my love." Seonghwa's hands cupped your buttocks and squeezed them a few times before spreading them apart, exposing your glistening wet pussy to his gaze. The feel of the cold air on your delicate folds caused your hole to clench involuntarily.

Watching your juices flowing from your pussy, Seonghwa can't help but imagine how you would taste on his tongue and how it would feel to have your pretty pink cunt smothering him as you rock on his face while he eats your sweet dripping pussy juices. Seonghwa can't help but think what you would taste like when he sank his fangs into your little mound and mixed the rich, intoxicating taste of your blood with the essence of you. These thoughts cause him to let out a deep, velvety moan as he digs his fingers deeper into the plump flesh of your buttocks.

"Look at you love, you're absolutely wet, your pussy is literally flowing for me. Are you so excited to be punished? So desperate want to be an obedient, beautiful servant for me?"

"My prince…" The lust flowing through your veins is too strong for your brain to formulate the right words. When you feel Seonghwa's cold breath on your pussy, your pulse accelerates to the point where you almost feel dizzy. He blows lightly on your sticky, soft folds, making you twitch a little.

Nothing could have prepared you for the scalding sensation of his palm coming down hard on your bottom. You scream at the top of your lungs at the throbbing pain, but still more fluid flows from your pussy. Three more slaps land on your bottom, each one leaving a delicious ache. You savoured every second of this bliss that was supposed to be your punishment, although you were terribly ashamed to admit it. He continued to spank you until your screams turned into loud, pitiful sobs and your body began to shake. 

"You are shivering, my love. Are you cold?" Seonghwa let out a grim chuckle, knowing exactly what was making you shiver and squirm. "Then let me keep you warm, my love."

As you unconsciously braced yourself for another slap, a loud scream escaped your trembling lips, as instead of the scalding cold of his palm, you felt small drops of hot wax on your bottom. Each drop that fell on your skin left a throbbing pain in its wake, mixed with a strong sense of pleasure that made you sob and wriggle in his lap. The liquid wax was almost too hot for you. Almost. But if you wanted Seonghwa to drink from you, let alone fuck you, you had to get used to the pleasure of pain. 

"You have to see yourself now, my love. You are so submissive, so warm, and so wet, you excited little slut that you are. Was this what you wanted? You wanted me to punish you, my little darling. To make this slutty pussy all swollen and wet? Look at yourself." Suddenly, Seonghwa lifts you up and turns you around so that your back is pressed against his chest again. He runs his fingers lightly down your thighs before digging into the soft flesh and spreading your legs as wide as he can so that your wet folds are beautifully exposed and you can see your dripping cunt fully reflected in the mirror. 

He reaches down with one hand and slips two fingers into your hole while using the fingers of his other hand to massage your aching clit, making deliciously tight circles that make your hips buck unconsciously in an attempt to get more of that amazing feeling. 

"I have never been able to understand why you mortals take such pleasure in being treated like toys. Why you have such a craving for it..." Seonghwa purred in your ear and curled his fingers inside you, finding the point where you began to see stars and applying the perfect amount of pressure. Silenced by the soft whispers of shadows swirling in the darkness, the moan you let out echoed through the lord's chambers. "But seeing how desperate and pathetic you look now, how needy, I'm beginning to understand. You want someone to take control of you—someone powerful to rule you at will. And my love, you are so lucky that I can bring anyone I want to their knees. And you are no exception." He abruptly pulls his fingers out of you with an embarrassingly loud, wet sound, and you involuntarily let out a cry of loss. In the reflection of the mirror, you can see long, clear strands of your own slime dripping down his fingers. 

He brings the wet fingers to his sensual lips before his long tongue slips out of his mouth and wraps around them, licking up your juices. As he begins to taste you, Seonghwa lets out a deep moan of pleasure. 

"Now show me how beautiful you look on your knees before me, my little slut."

"At your command, my prince." You obediently obey Seonghwa's command and let yourself slip from Seonghwa's lap onto the cold stone floor. From your new position, the aching throbbing between your thighs becomes even more pronounced. As did the burning sensation on your inflamed buttocks.

Slowly, your eyes slid up the length of his delicious thighs before coming to rest on the massive, velvety length of his cock. Of course, his cock was as magnificent as the prince himself—large, wiry, and glistening with the abundant pre-cum that flowed from the dark pink, swollen head. You had had a few lovers before your escape from the village, but none of them had been anything like Seonghwa. Although you weren't a virgin and you knew how to treat a man and how to give him pleasure, you weren't sure if your meagre knowledge would be enough to please the gorgeous vampire prince.

You looked up at him with your big, shining eyes, and unconsciously, you licked your plump lips. You wanted to lick his cock. You wanted to take it in your warm mouth until you were choking on it. You wanted to make him proud of you, to want you to be that one who warmed his cold, solitary bed. But most of all, you wanted to be the source of his life, the immortal vessel that he would drink your life from like precious wine. All of these desires and feelings you had for the prince were humiliatingly embarrassing, and if it hadn't been for the way he looked at you—like a predator catching the tantalising scent of the prey he was about to hunt down—you would have burned with shame. But you were wrong about one thing: Seonghwa didn't look like a predator; he was a predator and the most dangerous and seductive one that ever existed. 

"My sweet little lady, you look so desperate right now." Seonghwa purred, one hand digging into the softness of your hair to pull your face even closer to his cock. "You can have a taste if you want it so badly."

You lean forward and gently stroke the wet and flushed head of his cock with your tongue, teasing it with light, cat-like licks. His chiselled chest, covered in glistening water droplets and soft rose petals, rises and falls with deep breaths. The textured muscles of his abdomen tense as you run your tongue along the silky length of his cock, outlining the seductively swollen vein with the tip of your tongue.

"You look so beautiful like this, kneeling in front of me with your soft lips wrapped around my cock." Seonghwa whispers in a voice so dark and deep that it hits you right in your cunt. It's precious—a sweet jewel of praise from the beautiful vampire prince, which you will wear like a good servant. But in spite of the sweet praise, you hear his direct command: "Take my cock in your mouth.".

It's unlikely you'll be able to get his thick cock all the way down your throat, but you wanted to try. Your lips open and the head of his cock slides easily into your mouth and for a second your tongue rests against his slit and you taste the thick, sweet taste of his cum. Seonghwa moans softly as the head of his cock is completely enveloped in the soft flesh of your lips. A seductive sound runs through your body like a thousand scalding kisses and you raise your eyes to look up at Seonghwa.

He is watching you, looking utterly wicked and like a god himself, wrapped in the thin skin of a man. The flames of the candle danced on the perfect features of his face, shining like a full moon in a world of endless night. His eyes were stars of otherworldly shadow - a depth of infinity that could crush the souls of those far more resilient than you. But it was his lips that most attracted you. They were unjustly obscene, swollen and sinfully scarlet. Temptation and lust are one, and you crave to taste it.

These thoughts make you swallow and unconsciously let his cock slide deeper into the silkiness of your mouth and the tightness of your throat. The nasty gagging sound that you make is so sexy that Seonghwa can't get enough of it. You look absolutely sinful, and it makes him want to possess every part of you. He wants to taste you in every sense, bind you to him, sink his sharp teeth into you, make you his immortal likeness, and then rape you to the deepest depths of time, making you scream like a whore—his whore.

"Come on, darling, take it deeper. Don't worry, every fluid in a vampire's body acts as an aphrodisiac. You'll be able to take my cock all the way down your pretty little throat. Now open your mouth wide for your prince. Seonghwa said and an evil gleam flashed in his eyes.

You could feel the velvety softness of his cock on your tongue, surrounded by the warmth of your mouth as you relaxed your jaw and let his cock slide deeper into your mouth. You take him halfway before you start to choke. Tears burn in your eyes as your lips stretch beautifully around his thick girth. Seonghwa's cock is so damn big for you. It's so heavy, pulsating in the melted, wet juices of your mouth. You wrap your hand around his balls, gently massaging and sometimes touching the base of the dick with your nails. You suck diligently on the head, occasionally letting your flexible tongue run along the slit where the pre-cum oozes out.

"That feels so damn good." The words fell from Seonghwa's plush lips as he threw his head back and rocked his hips a little. The long, midnight-coloured strands of his hair shone like a halo around the top of his head. "You're doing so well, my love. Just... just take my cock like a good maiden." His grip on your hair tightened, and you looked up at him with big, watery eyes, your cunt clenching at how dark the tone of his voice had become. 

"I'll do anything for you..." You moan loudly, drinking in every reaction Seonghwa gives you. Your desire to please him grows and grows.

You so desperately want to touch yourself between your legs, a small, shiny puddle of your mucus forming on the stone floor beneath you. You want to climb back onto his lap and let him fill you with his big, thick cock. You want to feel him in your belly, in your heart, and in your blood. 

You take him deeper, relaxing your throat and bending your head down until your nose touches the smooth skin of his pubic bone. Reflexively, you swallow around him, eliciting deep moans of pleasure from his sensual lips.

"Bloody hell... Mmm. You are such a good little slut." Hwa purrs as he begins to thrust his hips into your mouth. 

His cock plunges down your throat again and again, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum mixed with your drool, filling your mouth with intoxicating sweetness each time he pulls his cock out, until only the silky hot head is left in your mouth and your tongue rests against his slit. As his cock sank fully back into your throat, his hand slid down to massage your distended throat, feeling the bulging hardness of his own cock through the delicate wall of your neke.

Whatever restraint he had before was broken by the feeling of the warm walls of your throat contracting around him and the pleasurable pressure of his hand on your neck. Seonghwa begins to thrust his cock down your throat fast and hard, a flood of praise from his lips that makes you glow with pleasure.

"You have such a perfect mouth for me, my love. It is perfect for me to fuck. Make me come, my love. I want to fill your mouth with my cum." The combination of his gorgeous body above you, glistening from the water and decorated with rose petals, the sensual praise—full of dirty, lewd words—and the way he uses your throat make you even wetter. You feel a new load of mucus pouring out of your pussy. " Look at how your throat is swelling from my cock and how the saliva is dripping from your mouth. You're enjoying this too much, aren't you? You have made such a mess on the floor; do you want me to force you to lick it up with your tongue?

You moo in response to his words. The contraction of your throat around his cock almost makes you gasp as the tender walls fit tightly around the thick, velvety length, clenching incredibly hard around it. His hips twitch, his cock pulsates, and the grip on your hair becomes brutal, but it only elicits more moans from you, vibrating along the length of his cock in the most amazing way. 

Seonghwa pushed his dick into your mouth once more before he came. It was a mesmerising sight, almost hypnotic: the thrusts of his hips were interrupted, his soft, obscenely sensual, swollen lips parted in a deep, ecstatic moan, and his body shook as his orgasm overwhelmed him. A thick, sweet cum shot down your throat, and you began to swallow the copious stream of his pleasure. His sperm was nothing like the salty, almost bitter taste of human sperm, and you marvelled again at how everything about vampires was designed to lure and intoxicate their victims in every way possible. 

As he pulled away, his sperm began to spill out of your mouth, running down your chin and dripping onto the floor, where the puddle of your slime grew larger. Seonghwa reached his hand up to your face and ran his fingers over your swollen lips. He gathered the thick, pearly liquid on his fingertips, then pushed it into your open, pliable mouth.

"Such a good girl." Seonghwa murmured as your tongue wrapped around his fingers and cleaned them. 

When he pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a slight 'pop', you lifted your watery eyes back to his. Long trails of tears shone like diamonds across the puffy, flushed cheeks of your face. 

"My prince, I beg you. I need to come so badly. Please let me come, my prince, please. My pussy so needs it." You begged, almost whimpering, as you lay at his feet. In the bliss that followed his orgasm, he gently cupped your cheek, even stroking your hair lightly with his other hand, and looked lovingly at you with his bottomless dark eyes. His long, fluffy lashes fluttered like a dying sun in the purple twilight, glittering in all the colours of the spectrum in the dim light of the bath.

"Oh, my little lady, let your prince make you feel better." Seonghwa cooed. His voice was a velvety purr wrapped in darkness.

Seonghwa rises up from his chair in an elegant manner and holds out a graceful hand for you to help you to your feet. Your fingers tremble as you take his hand and slowly rise, almost stumbling on your wobbly, shaky legs, but Seonghwa's firm grip prevents you from falling. The prince's tall, naked body towers over you like an ancient, dark deity, making you feel small and vulnerable under the weight of his bottomless, black gaze. He wraps his long, cold fingers around your chin and lifts your face up so that you're looking straight at him. 

At that moment, the room seems to shrink, and the air is filled with something sensual, hot, and dark. Something that almost makes your skin tingle with a sharp, glass-like arousal. The otherworldly presence of the prince was undeniable—a dangerous dance between living and dying. A loud sob escaped from your lips, which were still covered in the remnants of semen, as Seonghwa leaned closer to you, his beautiful, plump lips hovering just a few inches away from yours. 

"Now it's my turn to have a taste of you, my love." The first touch of his plush lips against yours sent a dizzying rush of excitement up and down your spine. You let out a loud moan into his beautiful, soft mouth as Seonghwa's long tongue pushed your lips apart and immediately took hold of your mouth. His kiss is all-consuming and devouring, as if he wants to devour your very soul and take you over the edge of life with him. He ravages your soft lips with an intensity that borders on sadistic pleasure, and you are so intoxicated by the kiss that you almost don't notice when his sharp teeth sink into your innocent lower lip and your mouth fills with thick blood.

When too much of the viscous, saturated liquid gathers in your mouth, you reflexively swallow, feeling a lingering metallic taste on your tongue, which disappears almost immediately, licked away by Seonghwa's long, flexible tongue, which wraps around your tongue like a snake. One of his hands is tangled in your hair, long fingers tugging painfully at the soft strands, causing a palpable burning sensation on the delicate skin of your head. With his other hand, he wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to his cold, hard body, using this rough grip to restrict your movements. 

You give a little moan against his lips, almost relishing the pain you're feeling—the hot excitement in your stomach twisted into a knot—too tight and painful to ignore. The insides of your thighs are uncomfortably sticky and wet, and you have to squeeze your legs together to ease the throbbing in your needy cunt. 

Your blood tastes of black roses, forgotten poems, confessions of love—it burns all of Seonghwa's senses, and you feel rather than hear him purr softly with pleasure—a velvety, decadent, almost animal sound coming from deep inside his chest. He continues to greedily lap up the blood from your mouth, sliding his tongue over your palate, your gums, and the inside of your cheek. Seonghwa roughly pulls your wounded lower lip into his vicious mouth, only to bite down on it with his sharp teeth, causing more of your blood to drip onto his tongue. 

The kiss seems endless, and your mind begins to drift; you feel like you're delirious from the feeling of the cold heat of his beautiful, sensual mouth. The spiral of lust inside you tightens; the pressure builds until it becomes too much for you to bear, and for a long, eternal moment, it seems to you that Seonghwa wants to keep you at that height forever. You barely notice when his hand releases your waist and slips between your bodies, and you squeal loudly, pulling yourself away from his incredibly seductive lips as his cold fingers suddenly pinch your sensitive clit. 

"Oh, my God. That's so... Too m-m-much...' You stammer out your words, unable to form sentences; the pain and the pleasure mix together, and you feel completely intoxicated. 'My prince, please...' As his fingers rub relentlessly against your clit, you can't stop yourself from moaning loudly. The pressure inside you increases as you rise higher and higher, but the lack of any particular rhythm makes it difficult for you to come to the edge, and the intensity of his touch becomes almost overwhelming for you.

"What's the matter, my darling? Does your sweet pussy still hurt? Don't I make it easier for you? Or are you just a greedy little bitch that has a craving for more?" The deep purr of his voice vibrates through your body as his fingers begin to roughly squeeze your clit. 

You let out a helpless moan in response to his words; the sound you make is full of both need and desire. All you can think of now is that Seonghwa is using you, that he is destroying you so thoroughly and so brutally that his mark will be imprinted on your body and your soul forever. 

"Oh, I can see it now. You're just like all the thousands of other people—a pathetic, ungrateful whore." Seonghwa suddenly lets go of your hair, and your head falls back like a doll's. And God, in all of his eternity, Seonghwa has never seen anyone more beautiful than you, especially when you have crystal tears rolling down your soft, flushed cheeks. You remind him of a broken porcelain doll, fragile and delicate, which he can glue back together in any way he likes.

"Please forgive me... Forgive me, my  prince." In the midst of this chaos of sensations, you catch a glimpse of his eyes. The Prince's black velvet eyes, heavy and clouded, his sensual lips, swollen and smeared with your blood, and his magnificent face have taken on a kind of waxy appearance—features smoothed to a painful perfection that could never exist among the living, like the face of a saint descended from an icon. It's almost frightening, but at the same time, it makes you want to beg him all the more desperately. Please let me cum, my prince. I need to cum so badly...'

"Oh, my love...' Seonghwa purrs indulgently, admiring the hot tears that are rolling down your face as his cold fingers continue to circle around your swollen clit. Your legs are trembling from his touch, and you have the feeling you could faint at any moment. As his two long fingers, wet with your own slime, slide into your quivering hole, you catch your breath and gasp for air. You're so sensitive to the slightest touch, and Seonghwa takes advantage of that, pressing his fingers against the silky walls of your pussy, causing you to arch your hips towards him in the hope of more stimulation. "Just look at you, my little darling. You're crying so sweetly for me. Begging so sweetly for your prince charming to have his way with your pretty pussy." The tone of his voice is like velvet wrapped in the darkness of the night, and his feline eyes glow with a kind of otherworldly evil that can barely be contained in the black, unfathomable depths of his irises. 

The heavy fog of lust completely envelops your mind, and you barely register his words. The prince's fingers dig deep into the tightness of your plush, plump cunt, and Seonghwa draws the cold, velvety pads of his fingers to press and rub the sweet, sticky spot in your pussy. He does it roughly and sharply, and he doesn't stop stimulating the over-excited, spongy walls of your cunt until your mucus begins to flow into the palm of his hand.

"It's too much... It's too much, my prince. I can't take it anymore. I can't. Ah, please, please! Seonghwa."

"But am I not merciful to you, my dear? Does not the touch of my hand soothe the pain, my love?" With his other hand, he cups your breast, squeezing and twisting the tender nipple between his fingers as he goes. "Do you want me to stop?" He asks as he relentlessly inserts a third finger into your squelching pussy, and the stretching of your little hole becomes both agonising and pleasurable at the same time.

'No!' You cry out, shaking your head desperately, the walls of your cunt clinging to his fingers, clenching and throbbing around the long appendages that are adorned with massive rings of precious stones, as the wave of pleasure slowly begins to roll over you. "No. Don't stop... Please don't stop, my prince. I want you to keep going... I'm too close."

Seonghwa laughs darkly as she leans down to your neck and lightly bites down on the spot where your pulse beats with her sharp teeth, almost feeling your orgasm on her tongue. 

"Will you cum for me? Cum on the fingers of your prince?" You feel like you're soaring, higher and higher, and just when you have the feeling you're about to reach your peak, the pleasure evaporates and you plummet. The loss of your orgasm makes you give a pathetic whimper.

"No, I beg you. Please, my prince...' You sob as Seonghwa pulls his fingers out of you completely, leaving your greedy, needy hole clutching at nothing, desperately trying to hold on to the melting remains of your orgasm. You collapse next to him, becoming like a beautiful, broken thing in his hands, looking up at him with your beautiful, crying eyes, begging for his mercy. 'Sonhawa...' His name tastes of violence, of the Middle Ages, holiness, and sex, and it leaves a stigma on your lips the moment you utter it. 

'Oh, my poor little girl.' A fake sense of pity fills his voice as he ignores the way your wounded lower lip quivers at the loss of relief and the way more tears flow from your eyes. A devilish smile blossoms on his gorgeous, plump lips before his hand returns to your wet clit and begins to rub the super-sensitive bundle of nerves in slow, hard, figure-eight motions. "I'm so sorry, my love, but it's not up to you whether you can have an orgasm or not. You should be grateful for what I am giving you." The vampire purrs, running his tongue along the sweet spots of your neck before sinking his teeth into the soft skin. Under the pressure of fangs as sharp as broken glass, the skin tears like paper. You squeal at the pain that ripples through your veins, but the sensation fades quickly as his fingers sink back into the silky warmth of your tight cunt. 

Seonghwa pushes his thumb down to press it against your slippery clit and rubs it roughly. And you instinctively squeeze your legs together, squeezing the plump flesh around his forearm as if that will stop the relentless stimulation of his fingers on your G-spot and his thumb on your swollen, throbbing clit. He lets out a deep, dark moan into your skin, kisses your neck, and licks the protruding drops of blood from you.

You're such a mess; your cum is dripping down the inside of your thighs, dripping onto the floor, and the sound your cunt makes every time his fingers go in and out of you is disgustingly wet, squelching, and utterly sinful. 

The prince watches you go dumb and twitchy under his touch. He plunges his long fingers even deeper into the wet, velvety walls of your cunt and bends them so that the pads of his fingers press perfectly against your golden spot, causing your sticky, wet fluid to squirt profusely all around you. He laughs as you squeal and squirm.

"That's right, my love, make me dirty. Fill this room with the divine fragrance of your excitement." He rubs your cunt randomly, and it makes your legs shake. You gasp at the sobs and moans that echo through his bathtub, echoing with such a loud, deafening echo that you're sure the sound is reverberating throughout the castle. Your brain is clouded in a haze, and all you can feel is Seonghwa, Seonghwa, Seonghwa....

As if he hadn't just ripped the most intense orgasm out of you, the prince pushes his fingers back into your plump cunt, and you shudder, your pussy clenching and a pearly, slippery drop dripping from your wounded hole. 

"I can't take it anymore... don't need to...' He ignores you, preferring to sink his fingers deeper into your plush walls, your tongue flicking out of your mouth as you breathe heavily.

"Wasn't that what you wanted, dear? This is exactly what you asked me so desperately for, isn't it? I'm just giving it to you. You will cum again. And you will do this until I decide you've had enough." Seonghwa tells you and does not give you a chance to disobey his order. His fingers are thrusting faster and faster into the sloppy mess of your cunt, and your eyes are closing in a euphoria of pleasure, and you are arching your whole body to him. The beautiful veins on his forearms are surging up as he touches your cunt. "Come on, my love, behave yourself, and submit to your prince." Seonghwa twists his wrist, his fingers sliding up and down until they come to rest on your G-spot, and you squeal in exhaustion as you squirt your cum all over his gorgeous body, soiling it. The slime pools on his palm and drips onto the inside of your thigh, and he leans down to touch his lips to your open mouth as he pulls his fingers out of your used, burning pussy. He softly massages your thighs and licks your lips soothingly in a strange imitation of a kiss.

You groan as the last waves of your orgasm begin to subside, but even so, you're still a long way from the satisfaction you crave. The distant thought of the aphrodisiac in his seed floats to the edge of your consciousness, but it disappears instantly, replaced by a burning need to be filled by his cock and a feeling that you may die if he doesn't satisfy that need.

'Please. I want you, I need you, and I want to feel you inside my body. There is nothing else that matters to me, my prince." There is pure desperation in the sound of your voice. 

Seonghwa pulls away from you and watches as you gasp for breath and shiver as you look up at him through your thick, wet lashes.

"You really are nothing but a greedy little slut. Seonghwa whispers as he digs his fingers into your thighs and lifts your body up as if you weighed nothing, manoeuvring you so that your legs are wrapped around his thin, perfect waist. The head of his hard cock touches the entrance of your vagina between your slick, swollen folds. "You're so lucky your blood isn't the only thing that draws me, my love." He begins to walk slowly along the length of the tub, carrying you in his arms as if you were a fragile doll. 

There is darkness in his bedroom; the thick, icy cold fills the room and tingles on your heated skin like a hundred needles. As Seonghwa gently lays you down on his royal bed, wrapped in silken sheets, you freeze, waiting for him to touch you. He leans over you like a dark angel that has descended from the heavens to destroy you, and you open your lips to catch his ghostly breath in your mouth as he speaks.

"From the moment you entered my chambers, I could feel the sweetness of your cunt on my tongue; you're aroused; you need me so obviously." His teeth graze the skin of your throat as he speaks. 'I can feel it in your blood...' For half a second, you feel the sharp pressure of his fangs as they press against the pre-existing wounds from his previous bite. It makes every muscle in your body tingle with the anticipation of pleasure. "It is tempting and seductive, but I have a taste for you in so many more ways, my love." There was a heavy pause between you as his gaze slid down the length of your body and stopped at your glistening pussy. 'And I'm really spoilt to choose. But are you up to it, my little servant? Can you, can you satisfy my insatiable hunger?'.

His words make your toes clench, and the pleasure in your belly grows once again, turning into a real flame that lies in your veins, and you let out a long moan, filled with longing and desperation. 

"I will do whatever you want me to do, my prince. I will be anything you need me to be...'

Seonghwa doesn't answer you but instead begins to kiss your neck, slowly moving his kisses down to your heaving, plump breasts. He raises his hypnotic eyes towards you, and his lashes flutter as the vampire teases your swollen pink nipple with the tip of his sharp tongue. Your body arches up over the bed, your breath catching in your throat as he sucks the sensitive bud into the silkiness of his warm mouth. His tongue splashes and swirls around your nipple as he sucks on your breast before he releases it from his mouth with a wet sound.

"The human body has always been such a fascination to me—so soft, so delicate, so responsive to every fleeting touch." He whispers as he continues to slowly kiss your body. Seonghwa runs his tongue over your navel and licks the skin of your belly. He takes his time; he has an eternity of time, and this knowledge is driving you crazy. You shudder as his elegant palms come to rest on your thighs and as he spreads your legs wide so that your cunt is completely exposed to his gaze. With his supernatural eyesight, you knew that he would be able to see every detail of you in the half-light of the bedroom. Your heart began to beat faster and faster in anticipation of what you knew was going to happen next. The lingering feeling of your previous orgasm was once again tingling you from the inside. 

Seonghwa sits down between your legs, and you let out a stifled cry as he brings his godlike face close to your pussy and runs his tongue between the sticky folds. 

He immediately lifts his eyes to you, the flames of the candle reflected in his dark irises, the black abyss of them pulling you down into an endless, lustful wasteland. His hands are wrapped around your hips, pulling you closer to him. The pleasure wraps itself tightly around the base of your spine. Seonghwa's tongue licks your clit hard, the exquisite taste of you tingling it, tingling it under the marble-gold skin where the black vampire blood splashes hotly in veins. 

Your juices ooze out onto his tongue and onto his lips, dripping down to where the insides of your thighs are reddened by his sharp claws. He drags his tongue along your folds in slow, teasing licks, savouring the taste of you as he feasts on your cunt, so wet and sweet, so juicy and plump under his tongue. Your hips arch forward, and Seonghwa allows you to be pressed even closer to his beautiful face. The palms of his hands slide down your thighs, and you feel how his thumbs push your labia apart, just so that he can slide his tongue deep into your wet hole. A series of high-pitched moans escape from your mouth as you run your fingers through his long black hair, your nails digging into the skin of his scalp as you do so. 

"It tastes so damn sweet; you're like a wine that has been aged for centuries, intoxicating and scorching. I've never tasted anything like it before." The vampire purrs into your sensitive cunt, burying his face even deeper between your legs, his skilful tongue and his sharp nose rubbing against your clit, giving you heavenly pleasure in all the right places.

His mouth continues to move along your overly sensitive nerves, and he smiles as you begin to twitch and shake. The sensation is overwhelming, and you begin to sob openly again. 

"My prince, that feels so good... ahh!" A particularly loud moan comes out of you as his tongue curls round and touches your g-spot.

With the pad of his thumb, Seonghwa begins to run circles over your clit, and you begin to thrash around on the silk sheet, trying to get away from the abusive touch on your painfully throbbing clit. Seonghwa growls and slaps you viciously on your thigh, which manages to calm you down, before he hides his face between your legs once more and continues to tease your essence. Pain and pleasure merge together, and you can't tell where dreaming ends and reality begins. So many nights you've spent in vivid fantasy dreams, full of images that would get you burned at the stake if the people of your village ever found out. And here you are, lying in your prince's luxurious bed while he eats you as if his life depended on it.

Feeling his tongue between your velvety walls and his thumb circling your clit, occasionally scratching it with his sharp fingernail, the sensation of your orgasm has crept up on you. With his heightened senses, he knows you're close, and he's balancing on the edge of coming. One more stroke of his tongue, one more rub of his fingers over your clit, and your walls begin to clench together in the spasms of an overwhelming orgasm.   The edges of your vision go black, your sight fading as you fly off the cliff and fall into an abyss of pleasure. Your head is thrown back, and your spine is arched in a perfect arc of sin and bliss. 

An approving purr escapes Seonghwa's devilishly beautiful lips as your cunt twitches and clings to his tongue as he continues to splash in the copious slime that pours out of you, lapping up your release, insatiable and deaf to your pleas as you begin to squirm. Any attempt to wriggle away from him is crushed by the rough grip of his hand on your thigh. The nails dig into the plump flesh, drawing out your blood. Rivers of scarlet, like divine tears, flow down your scarred skin and drip down onto the bed. 

'Seonghwa...' His name rings out on your lips as his own lips continue to press passionately and relentlessly against your pussy, sucking and licking, greedily swallowing up all the liquid that flows from you. His jaw moves smoothly and somehow lazily as your body almost rises to meet another orgasm. Your fingers clench tightly in his hair, your moans and squeals blend together in a symphony of pure bliss, and you come again on his tongue, even harder than before. 

Your body is shaking in never-ending ecstasy. Ecstasy burns your body and turns it to ashes. Tears flow from the corners of your eyes as he licks you thoroughly and gently, until your body is completely boneless and soft to the touch. 

After a few agonisingly long moments, he pulls away from your cunt and blows lightly on the inflamed, abused folds after his caresses, and you shiver as his cold, ghostly breath touches your flesh. Seonghwa's chin is wet with the viscous slime of you and his own saliva. He stares at you, enjoying the sight of your helplessness and vulnerability, all of you at his mercy. The vampire can see the sheen of your juices spreading down the inside of your thighs and dripping from your swollen, reddened centre. 

You've slowly come down from your high, still swimming in a lustful haze, and even though you've had several orgasms, you're still not satisfied. You need more. Much more. Seonghwa was absolutely right—you're nothing but a greedy human whore. 

"Please... You barely squeezed out. Please fuck me... " You desperately wanted to feel him inside you. You wanted him to writhe with the pleasure of your blood and body, as you did with his favour. 

"Do you want more? Greedy, insatiable whore." Seonghwa purred, his black eyes glowing with an almost otherworldly radiance in the darkness of the bedroom. "What are you going to give me in return, my love? Shouldn't you be thanking your prince?"

You turn your head faintly to expose your neck and hear a dark, velvety laughter licking your skin before his chubby lips find a tender spot on your throat. Weightless kisses that turn to nibbles, and you whimper under his care. He hasn't hurt your skin yet; he is playing skillfully with you, and a slight feeling of unease grips you. The lack of control over your body, over where and when he would bite you, or over how rough he would be with you, was a big part of your nervousness. 

Too quickly for you to notice, one of his hands cupped your chin to hold you in place, and then the sharp pain of his fangs pierced your throat. As he began to drink, a muffled moan escaped your mouth. The shock of his cold bite passed through your body like an icy wave. Seonghwa's hypnotic eyes closed as your thick, precious blood ran over his tongue. The sensation was a temporary respite from the incessant hunger that plagued him, dulling the cravings and soothing his stomach. His plump lips curled into a smile as he pressed harder against your skin. 

He let go of your chin and placed his hand on your chest instead, gently squeezing the plump flesh. The possessive, intimate touch of his hand contrasted sharply with the sting of his fangs. It soothed you strangely, and the tension in your body eased. You could also feel the hardness of his big, thick cock against your thigh. 

Seonghwa could feel your pulse fluttering beneath his lips; his pace was fast and weakened by the rapid loss of blood. He should have stopped, unless he wants to completely exhaust your body now. The lord pulls away from you as he feels the saturation of your blood—your life flowing through his veins—the blood thickening and becoming viscous, turning a shade of deep night darkness. A sweet moment when your life becomes his. 

You try to focus your blurry gaze on him as Seonghwa pulls away from you. He smears the blood running down his chin with his fingers and licks the residue off his pads. 

"You're perfect. The most delicious food I've tasted in centuries of my life. There's something special in your blood...' Seonghwa whispers, caressing your cheek, brushing the dishevelled hair from your flushed face, and wiping away the tears that remain on your lashes. "I don't think I could ever get enough of you."

You had absolutely no energy to answer him and just lay there, melting under his touch. He continues to touch you lightly until Seonghwa leans down to suck on your nipple, his tongue swirling over it in slow, deliberate movements. Your back arched, and your lips parted in a soft moan. For a few minutes, he just enjoys the feel of your soft nipple in his mouth. He slowly sucks your breasts, and the next moment he lifts your legs and wraps them around his slender waist. 

Seonghwa wraps his hand around his cock and runs the thick, wet head of it over your trembling, sensitive folds a couple of times before she pushes it into you. The feel of his cock stretching your walls is almost immediately the trigger for another orgasm. You moaned loudly at the long-awaited feeling of being filled. Seonghwa has stretched you out so beautifully and pressed himself perfectly against your silky, smooth walls, which are covered with your juices. 

He slowly enters you with his whole massive length; you are so sensitive that you can feel every inch of him and every vein on your walls so clearly that it's almost painful. You press your hips against his, desperate for friction. Seonghwa grins as he begins to move, dragging his cock along your quivering walls and letting out a deep moan every time the delicate edges of your hole cling to the head of his cock. 

His beautiful eyes focus on your face as he moves, narrowing with his sly smile as he finds the perfect angle to make your eyes roll with pleasure.

"Look at me, my love." Seonghwa ordered. "I want to have a look into your eyes while I fuck you into oblivion."

You force yourself to meet his gaze, and the prince purrs in endorsements as he begins to thrust in and out of you at a rapid pace, thrusting so hard into your tight, squirming pussy that you can almost feel his cock in the back of your throat. Your mind goes completely blank as his cock comes all the way out of you before he plunges back into your inviting warmth all the way down to the base of his dick. The rhythm is rough and brutal, but it feels almost like heaven to you.

"You're such a good girl. Look how well you're taking it. You know, vampires can go into a frenzy when they fuck. But you're not afraid of that, are you?" The way you're tensed up and the way you're trembling underneath him almost brings him to the brink of madness, but Seonghwa holds back his animal urges and slows down his pace instead. 

You let out a wordless cry, completely lost in nothing but the obscene sound of your copulation—the sticky slap of skin against skin. 

"I am going to fill you with so much of my cum that it will drip from you for days, my love." Seonghwa wants to mark you in every possible way; he wants to tie you up; he wants to bite you; he wants to breed you. He wants you to belong only to him—to his world, to his darkness, to his blood, and to his own kind. "Everyone will have the knowledge that you are mine, for they will have the smell of my blood and my seed on you." He breathes into your ear as his pace picks up, and he sets an agonising rhythm, each movement of his cock hitting that special place inside of you.

'Seonghwa!' Your walls squeeze against him even harder than before as another orgasm begins to creep closer to you.  The prince presses his fingers against your clit, and then presses his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. As his mouth slides so passionately over your lips, as his thumb strokes in circles around your quivering clit, and as his thick cock slides in and out of you, the heat that is building up inside of you becomes almost unbearable. 

"Mmm, you feel so good." He tells you, running his tongue over your trembling lower lip. "You will belong to me forever.".

The thought that Seonghwa could turn you into a vampire and spend the rest of eternity with you was enough to bring you to orgasm. Uncontrollable pleasure engulfed your entire body. Seonghwa moaned velvetily, resting his face against your neck as you began to come. Your silky walls squeezed his cock as your climax plunged your consciousness into complete darkness. The pace of his thrusts quickened, and before long, he was muffling your cries of pleasure with his mouth, devouring every lewd sound that managed to escape from you.

"My prince... Seonghwa...' You managed to breathe out against the lips of his mouth. 'I want to be with you forever... I want you to be inside me...'

Your words filled him with a lust that was far greater than his thirst for blood, and soon he was inside of you as deep as he could go, his cock twitching as he found his own orgasm. He came in your pussy, filling you with his thick, viscous cum as he called out your name in a hoarse voice. 

After a few moments, Seonghwa came out of you and gave you a chance to catch your breath. The mixture of his cum and your own juices slowly poured out of your used pussy and started to drip down onto the sheets. 

"And you will, my love. You certainly will.'

Dressed in an ancient coronation robe, the gorgeous vampire prince circles the precious crystal coffin, his fingertips lightly stroking the cold, smooth crystal. The sneaky light of the somnambulistic stars falls on your face like the veil of a bride. He had arranged you here in all luxury: your hair was covered with diamond powder, glittering in the lace of the moonlight; he had painted your lips a delicate scarlet, the same colour as the cheeks of the radiant seraphim in church frescoes; and under your tongue he had placed petals of black violets, soaked in his midnight blood. Your body was wrapped in the most luxurious antique lace, embroidered with mother-of-pearl tears of dragons and pearls from the bottom of the sea. 

You were so beautiful... seductive, like a deadly flower that lures prey before swallowing it whole.

As he arranged hundreds of black velvet roses around your fragile body, a shy softness tinted his godlike face. Thorny rose bushes bloomed around the coffin as the castle of fairytales turned into a tomb with only one living soul. 

"You're in no danger now." Seonghwa whispered, stroking your beautiful hair. "Nothing can harm you now, and you will always be my love. Always and forever..."

Seonghwa is seated at a small round table and is playing his leisurely game with the fates. The elegant hands of the beautiful Dweller of Darkness skillfully guide the Hand of Fate. He spreads the tarot cards, tirelessly constructing endless constellations of indeterminate probabilities. One by one, Seonghwa turns over the ancient, worn cards, the corners of his devilishly sensual lips curving slightly as he sees the familiar layout: Lovers, Death, Empress, Love, Eternity, Beloved. The gaze of his fathomless, hypnotic eyes turns to you—his majestic bride, awaiting her awakening.

It's always been this way and always will be: people avoid the village that stands by the ominous Gothic castle in the middle of a dead rose garden, where, according to ancient legend, the beautiful Midnight Prince and his gorgeous bride keep the guilty legacy of their bloodthirsty ancestors. 

[theedengirls]

(  𓇢𓆸  )        . . .        𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄        𖥻        ᵀᴴᴱ 𝕯𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝑜𝒻 𝐏𝔸ℝ𝔸𝔻𝕀𝕊𝔼

EDEN ( 에덴 ) is a fictional South Korean five-member group that debuted on March 13th, 2018. Once bubbling beneath mainstream media, their cult-like following skyrocketed them into stardom, turning once lovely girls into global stars.

In 2015, U-Sound stood at the edge of the chasm of death: bankruptcy, vermillion spilling from the fissure and lapping at their feet in taunts should they not do something soon. Their survival—fragile, gossamer ligaments holding on for dear life—depended entirely on successfully constructing a new group. With two doomed boy groups beneath their still-callousing fingertips, the decision to debut a girl group was not a choice, it was a necessity.

Of their arsenal, there were but six girls who possessed what they required: the it factor. Of this batch, BOMI was a fan-favoured to debut, and while in rapping she showed just why she would debut one way or the other, the coin tossed for such a skill proved that she would, likewise, lack a certain finesse to public affairs that made even the most hardened of the publicity team nervous. Tentatively, she was made the leader of the trainee group.

The instating of Bomi as leader would prove disastrous. After a controversial post on her online journal, and the rumour that she was spotted with a trainee of the opposite gender at a restaurant, the entire publicity team felt their throats loosen the breath they had been holding since Bomi became a trainee: she was dropped from the label.

The creative team, however, could practically see the crimson of defeat each time they stepped into the building, a future of red ledgers until the entrance above their heads collapsed, as did the rest of the infrastructure.

Upon the official announcement that SILVER STARS—a girl group formed under the TV Show NEXT TO THE STARS—would not have their temporary contract renewed, and thus, they would disband that year, hope dared to itch at their hearts and pockets. In a desperate bid, U-Sound cast their nets out to gather any stray unemployed-idols. Now ex-members HAYUN and YEWON signed on with the company.

The acquirement of two Silver Stars girls birthed rumour of an impending girl group within a year and a half. Further speculation determined that the group would be formed around Hayun and Yewon.

By mid-2017, only Yewon remained of the two, leading to the supposed Leader Curse of U-Sound, which stated that whatever girl was named leader would leave the company within three months. This came in response to Hayun being the third leader to either leave or be removed from the trainee group.

Their debut in 2018 was an instant hit among those who had been following the group pre-debut. Despite praises from critics for their fresh sound, they failed to make any true impact with more mainstream audiences. It would not be until U-Sound was acquired by ARCADIAN ENTERTAINMENT in 2021, would EDEN begin to dominate the music world domestically and internationally.

(  𓇢𓆸  )        . . .        𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎        𖥻        ᵀᴴᴱ 𝕽𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝑜𝒻 𝐇𝕆ℙ𝔼

❛  Yewon.       (  1997 ).       leader, dancer, centre, vocalist

❛  Kittiya.       (  1997  ).      vocalist, rapper

❛  Rina.       (  1998  ).      rapper, dancer, face of the group

❛  Yoojin.       (  2000 ).      vocalist, dancer

❛  Maru.       (  2000  ).       visual, dancer, vocalist, maknae

[the-bjd-community-confess]

The people in this hobby are out of their minds. Comfort’s name is being changed because one person confessed on here that the women in their family were comfort women so the word is a trigger and they are “devastated” when they read the name. I have depression. I am devastated when I read the names of dust of dolls doom Edda and doom bomi. Doom is a trigger for me. Please change the name dust 0f dolls so that I can be happy and not devastated. Thanks. PS you’re all fuckin nuts.

~Anonymous

[copyspaghetti]

You know what

It's been long enough since I worked on my mobstuck au to know that I will not finish that or make it a complete fanwork so I will be releasing it in a few posts

Characters under the cut

Humans:

Mobu Kageyama (bard of heart, first guardian, derse, land of curtains and cutlery and vases and frogs, gaffeTorque)

Ritz Kageyama (prince of space, derse, locacavaf, tremulousTurpitude)

Tome Kurata (knight of void, derse, land of iron and echo, terrestrialGuile)

Ichi Mezato (heir of light, prospit, land of flashes and islands, gumptiousGecko)

Bomi Takane (maid of mind, derse, land of traps and pedestals, gamutTangentials)

Tena Onigawara (page of time, prospit, land of pipes and dials, tenderTactitian)

Momo Takenaka (seer of doom, prospit, land of mushrooms and tombs, galleryGrievance)

Emmi Matsui (rogue of blood, prospit, land of webs and paper, trialedGlobetrotter)

Trolls:

Araaka Reigen (knight of life, rust blood, prospit, land of rafts and vents, arbitraryAscendent)

Teruki Hanaza (mage of breath, mustard blood, prospit, land of hills and crowns, tantalizedAccord)

Dimple Yoshio (thief of time, olive blood, derse, land of bone and games, adornedCelestialist)

Kazuya Seriza (rogue of space, blue blood, derse, land of vines and frogs, conservedTrajectory)

Minori Asagir (witch of void, cerulean blood, derse, land of locks and foil, abjuringGlutton)

Bansho Shinra (seer of doom, bronze blood, prospit, land of tundra and whispers, abysmalTautology)

Carapacians:

Troll exiles (Spades Slick, Hearts Boxcars, Diamonds Droog, Clubs Deuce, black queen)

Human exiles (Jack Noir, Courtyard Droll, White Queen, Ms. Paint, Writkeeper)

Human exiles live a chill peaceful life on earth because Jack Noir marries mspaint and they live happily ever after. He doesn't have any beef with the white queen so reintroduction of society goes smoothly.

Human dersites hearts boxcars and diamonds droog find themselves siding with Ritsu to take the ring from the black queen. All three dersites get sucked into the void by Ritsu ripping space apart with his prince of space + first guardian powered ring.

The felt:

1. Kaito Shiratori

2. Daichi Shiratori

3. Ryo Shimazaki

4. Toshiki Minegishi

5. Ishiguro

6. Matsuo

7. Megumu Koyama

8. Miyagawa

9. Rei Kurosaki

10. Muto

11. Mukai

12. Tsuchiya

13. Yusuke Sakurai

14. Terada

Cherubs:

Toichirou Suzuki

Shou Suzuki

First guardians:

Keiji Mogami (MOG)

Mobu Kageyama (MOB)

[truebjdconfessions]

doom bomi looks exactly the same as mdr mousse! is it the same sculptor or??

~Anonymous

[agent-kihyun]

neighbors [ldh]

pairing: Neighbor!Hyuck x reader (feat. 00 line)

wc: 6.1K

rating: R/18+

warnings: explicit smut; oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), flirting, making out, sex jokes

summary: When Lee Haechan moves in across the hall from you, you must figure out how to resist his charm in order to prove a point to your roommates. But what’s the harm in giving into temptation?

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The minute that your neighbor across the hall, an older woman who lived alone, passed away, you were mildly relieved. Yes, you know that sounds...bad. But, in your defense, she was rather mean to you and often complained to the landlord about you and your roommates despite the three of you not disturbing her.

You had hoped the landlord wasn’t planning on filling the empty apartment with new people again, but much to your dismay, within days the new apartment is rented out to a new tenant already. But what could you do? It was happening whether you liked it or not.

“Hey, have you heard?” your roommate, Bomi, bursts into the apartment practically screaming.

You casually flip a page in the magazine that you’re skimming, “Heard what?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Bomi shuts the door and walks over to you, snatching your magazine out of your hands.

“Hey! Give that back! I literally have no idea what you’re talking about!” You half-heartedly reach up for your magazine.

“We’re getting new neighbors, you dweeb!” Bomi laughs in excitement.

“You’re a dweeb,” you pout and re-open your magazine, continuing to skim the pages.

“Are you not excited about getting new neighbors?” Your roommate scoffs.

“I couldn’t care less, to be honest,” you shrug.

“You’re unbelievable. I’m pretty sure they’re our age,” she smacks your knee to get your attention.

“Okay. Cool.”

“Hey! Show some enthusiasm!” Bomi whines.

“What are you trying to get her to show enthusiasm for?” Another one of your roommates, Gaeun, walks into the living room from her room.

“We’re getting new neighbors! I just saw them moving in across the hall into Mrs. Kim’s old place! They’re really cute,” Bomi explains to Gaeun.

“Really? Oh my gosh, let me see,” Gaeun rushes to the door and takes a quick peek as your new neighbors move their boxes into their apartment.

“You guys are so lame. We never interact with any of our neighbors anyway, what's the big deal?” You roll your eyes and finally put your magazine down.

“Because...they’re hot,” Gaeun says after she closes the door.

“Bomi just said they’re cute, so which is it?”

“Don’t be such a smartass,” Bomi says to you and you cross your arms in indignation.

“Let’s go welcome them! Introduce ourselves so they, y’know, like are familiar with someone around here,” Gaeun suggests with a wink.

“If they’re still moving their stuff in, it’s probably not a good time. Just wait till they’re--” You begin.

“Shh, I wasn’t asking you,” Gaeun sends you a quick glare and you shoot daggers back at her.

“Yeah, let’s go say hi!” Bomi grins and the two take off faster than the speed of light.

You stand in the foyer of your apartment, alone and now in a sour mood. You decide that there’s only one thing that can cheer you up at the moment: ice cream. You quickly grab your phone, keys and wallet, slip on your shoes and swiftly leave the apartment.

Your two roommates, standing in the doorway of your new neighbors’ apartment, call you over to say hi, as if they totally didn’t just ditch you, but you ignore them and take the staircase instead of the elevator.

You take a good hour at the ice cream parlor, eating ice cream by yourself and trying to distract yourself from the events from earlier. Why did you have to care about new neighbors? Why did Bomi and Gaeun make you feel like less than for not caring? Who cares if they’re hot? Maybe they were right for giving you weird looks, you think.

The ice cream does nothing for you. Instead, you try to cheer yourself up by getting your comfort foods from the grocery store. A pint of your favorite ice cream and snacks always made you feel much better.

With your food in hand, you walk home with a small smile on your face, having completely forgotten about your roommates. When you arrive back to the apartment, you see that the moving truck that was previously there when you left, is now gone. With that knowledge, you take the elevator up to your floor. You take the time in the elevator to begin snacking, but stop yourself so you can enjoy the rest in the comfort of your own home.

However, as you glance at your new neighbor’s door, you know you’d have to wait a little longer to eat your food. You felt bad for simply storming off earlier and not even waving to the new people on your floor. With a heavy sigh you find yourself walking to their door to formally introduce yourself.

3 knocks to the door and it’s swinging open. A young man stands before you, giving you a mildly perplexed look. Right off the bat you know you’re doomed. Your roommates were right about your new neighbors (or at least one of them) being handsome. If he looks this good, what do others look like?

“Hello? Can I help you?” his voice snaps you out of it.

“Oh...yeah, um, I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m your neighbor,” you stick out your hand for him to shake and tell him your name. The young man looks down at your hand and back up at your face before taking your hand in his and shaking it twice. His hand lingers in yours before you pull yours away.

“You can call me Haechan,” he gives you a flashy grin. You return his smile, thinking that maybe you were wrong to judge your neighbor before even meeting him.

“I live across from you,” You point to the door on the other side of the elevator landing space, “I’m pretty sure you met my two other roommates earlier.”

“Oh yeah, you ignored them and left them hanging. Kind of a dick move, in my honest opinion,” he leans against his doorframe, crossing his arms and a smug expression on his face. Your jaw drops at his statement.

So you weren’t entirely wrong. What a little shit.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but in my defense, they were dicks to me right before that and I wasn’t in the mood to pretend like I was happy,” you cross your arms as well. Haechan laughs and shakes his head.

“I guess that’s fair. My roommates can be dicks too sometimes so I understand,” he shrugs. “Do you want to meet them as well?”

“Um…” you trail off, unsure if you wanted to introduce yourself to the others at the moment.

“Come on, they won’t bite,” Haechan winks at you. Something about the delivery of his comment makes your cheeks heat up, but you decide to just go for it.

“Okay,” you say, and before you know it, Haechan is tugging you into his apartment, shutting the door behind you.

Once inside, you look around and find boxes everywhere. Some of them were open, some of them were still sealed; of course since they were unpacking. There was a blue sofa in the middle of the room, two other males sitting on it and unpacking boxes. One was in the kitchen, also unpacking, you assumed.

“Hey, we have a guest!” Haechan announces, and suddenly there were 4 pairs of eyes on you. One of the guys on the couch stands up and walks over to you. He takes your hand in his and presses a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jaemin,” he smiles at you and it takes everything in you not to laugh, so instead you send him a tight-lipped smile. You quickly deduce he was the flirty type, and that you’d probably endure a lot more of his flirting if you were to hang out with these guys often.

“Hey, knock it off you weirdo, you’re gonna scare her,” the one from the kitchen walks over and offers his hand for you to shake. You quickly shake it, afraid he might do the same thing as Jaemin.

“I’m Renjun, and don’t worry, I won’t kiss your hand. Some of us are normal, I promise,” he shoots a glare at Jaemin, who rolls his eyes in response. You softly laugh at Renjun and then your eyes move over to the last one, who is still sitting on the couch.

“Oh, I’m Jeno. It’s nice to meet you! Sorry I can’t get up right now, I sprained my ankle earlier today while moving our stuff in,” He gave you a sheepish smile.

“Aw I’m sorry about your ankle, I hope it gets better!” you offer your condolences. Jeno smiles and nods in gratitude.

“And your name?” Jaemin asks. You casually provide your name for the 3 other boys to hear and they nod.

“Truly a pleasure to meet you,” Jaemin beams at you.

“Would you like to stay for awhile?” Haechan suddenly asks from beside you.

“Oh...I appreciate the offer, but you guys look like you’re busy unpacking. Plus I was hoping to spend some quality time with...my...ice cream,” You hold up the food in it’s plastic bag.

“Ah don’t worry about us unpacking, I mean you can help too,” Haechan says, and Renjun smacks his arm then shoots him a disapproving look. You nervously chuckle and shift on your feet.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re free to go. It was delightful to meet you and your roommates, it’s nice to know we have some friends our age here,” Renjun tells you and you nod.

“It was delightful meeting you all too. I don’t know what my roommates told you, but if you have any questions about the building or something, you can always ask us,” you tell them while opening their front door.

“Thanks! Much appreciated!” Jeno waves goodbye to you. You wave to the four boys as you exit the apartment.

Just as you begin to close the door, Haechan slips out right after you.

“Hey, wait,” he calls out and you turn around to face the boy.

“Don’t be a stranger, okay?” he says, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. You give him a small smile in return.

“Give me a good reason not to be,” you tell him before you turn back to your apartment.

Haechan stares at you as you unlock your door and disappear into your own apartment, unsure of what to make of your remark. As he walks back to his own place, a smirk on his lips, he thinks of all the ways to make sure you stick around.

“Be careful what you ask for…”

↣

After Haechan’s first encounter with you, he finds any way possible to see you more. He makes it his mission to give you plenty of good reasons for you not to be a stranger (technically, per your request).

The first incident is more...accidental. If anything, he would have to blame the mail delivery person for this.

As Haechan arrives at the apartment building from his last class of the day, he decides to check his mailbox for his unit. He quickly gathers the envelopes and advertisement cards that were stuffed into his mailbox and locks it, then walks toward the elevator while sifting through it to see if there’s anything for him.

The only problem is that he doesn’t see his name...or any of his roommates’ names. He sees yours and your roommates’ names. He sighs in slight frustration at how incompetent the mail delivery person had to be to mix up his mail with yours but then a lightbulb goes off in his head. You need your mail...so he’s going to have to give it to you...which means…

When the elevator reaches your floor, Haechan makes an immediate beeline for your door. He knocks a few times before you swing the door open, confusion written in your features as you take in Haechan leaned up against your door frame.

“Donghyuck.”

Haechan’s--or Donghyuck’s--smug expression fades instantly at the use of his legal name.

“H-how did you--?”

“It was on your mail, which somehow ended up in my mailbox,” you cross your arms as you give him a suspicious glare.

“I didn’t do anything, I got your mail too,” he holds up your mail to your face and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh,” you quickly take your mail from Haechan, “well thanks for getting my mail...Hyuck.” A smug smile paints your lips as you use his legal name again.

Haechan makes a disgruntled expression and sighs, “Why are you calling me that?”

“Because it’s cute and it’s, oh I don’t know...your actual name? Don’t worry, though, I’ll keep calling you Haechan,” You reassure him. Haechan gives you a suspicious glare and crosses his arms. He most definitely wasn’t expecting for you to be good at playing his game, which he thought that you didn’t know you were a part of.

“Can I just have my mail now?” He huffs, deciding to take a loss for this round.

“So impatient, geez,” you pick the stack of Haechan’s mail off your foyer table and hand it to him. Haechan takes his mail from you and is about to bid you adieu before he suddenly changes his mind on losing this round.

“Personally,” he begins, catching your attention from your mail, “I think you should use that Savage Fenty promo code. I’d love to see what you get.”

Your heart nearly stops in your chest as you look up in horror at Haechan’s shit-eating grin, knowing full well that he knocked you off your axis. You don’t even have a comeback, you just watch in silence as Haechan sends you a wink and leaves you standing in your doorway. He shouts a quick thank you before he enters his own apartment, shutting the door behind him.

“I can’t believe--” You hiss as you slam your door shut, your face incredibly hot from Haechan’s simple, yet flirty, remark. You knew he had to have skimmed through your mail, or he wouldn’t have shown up at your door to give it back. What you didn’t anticipate was that he’d use your mail against you.

“Were you just flirting with our neighbor?” You hear your roommate, Gaeun, behind you. You whip around to face her and scowl.

“No. He was flirting with me,” you inform her.

“You think he’s cute don’t you?”

“I do not!”

“Oh please, you’d be stupid to not think he’s cute. I cannot believe just a week ago you were so disinterested in our new neighbors and now you’re literally buddy-buddy with them, Haechan in particular,” she wiggles her eyebrows at you and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever, you’re annoying,” you scoff.

“You totally like him, huh?”

“Shut up no I don’t!”

“Alright, alright, fine. I have a hard time believing it, but okay,” Gaeun shrugs.

A comfortable silence fills the space between you and Gaeun before she pipes up again.

“I’m just saying if you end up sleeping with him, I won’t be surprised.”

“GAEUN!”

↣

A couple of days later, Haechan reminds you of his presence again.

You were doing homework in your living room when a frantic knocking on your front door unceremoniously interrupts you. You save your work and close your laptop before padding over to the door to see who is so rudely interrupting you from your studies.

Lo and behold, as you gaze through your peephole, you find Haechan standing on the other side. You sigh and reluctantly open the door, giving the boy an unamused glare.

“Thank God you’re home, I need your help,” Haechan exhales in relief. You raise your eyebrows at his distressed tone, unsure if something was wrong.

“Why, did something happen? Are you okay?” You ask him.

“Aw...you’re worried about me, how cute,” Haechan smiles at you, touched by your concern. You groan in annoyance and frown at him.

“No, I’m fine. Our kitchen, however is not; our sink is not draining properly and shit is coming up from the drain. I was wondering if you could give me the landlord’s email or number so we can call him to come fix it,” Haechan reveals. You furrow your brows and shake your head at him, thus confusing him.

“First of all, don’t call the landlord, he doesn’t know anything. Second of all, your sink is clogged, I’ll come fix it for you,” you tell him.

“What do you mean the landlord doesn’t know anything?” Haechan asks, put off by your comment.

“When I first moved in, our toilet had problems. So of course, I called the landlord to come fix it and he literally said he didn’t know what to do. Naturally, from that point, I learned how to fix everything since the landlord is useless,” you recount your story to Haechan. It’s at this point that Haechan starts second guessing his and his roommates’ decision to move into this apartment building.

“Are you sure--”

Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, just give me a second to get my tools.” You close the door and return promptly, holding a simple toolbox with enthusiasm. Haechan gives you a strange look, but decides to see this through. If it’s a chance to spend time with you, he’s taking it.

“Alright, let’s go fix your kitchen sink!” you grin and close your door behind you as you determinedly march across the hall to Haechan’s place.

When you arrive, you quickly figure out what’s wrong and get to work. You open the cabinet doors that lead to the pipes under the counter and begin going through your toolbox to get the appropriate tools to fix the sink.

“Do you want to see how to fix this so next time you can do it yourself?” you suggest. Haechan blinks down at you as he thinks about his answer. On the one hand, he wants to stand and supervise you from a distance (an excuse to basically ogle your bare legs because of the denim shorts you were wearing), but on the other hand, he can be closer to you if he joins you under the sink.

“Hyuck?” Your use of his nickname snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah I’ll watch you work on my pipes,” Haechan says without thinking. You deadpan at him, his unintended euphemism not going over your head.

“Really?” you raise a brow at him.

“What?”

“‘Work on your pipes?’ Do you think I’m stupid?” you scoff. It takes Haechan a second to realize what you mean before his jaw is dropping. The initial shock fades into cheekiness as he leans against the counter with a smirk.

“That’s not what I meant, but I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to work on that pipe,” he winks at you and you roll your eyes.

“I’m taking back my offer to teach you how to fix your sink,” you say before ducking your upper body under the sink. Haechan pushes himself from the counter and ducks under the sink with you, despite you rescinding your offer.

“No takesies backsies,” he settles in next to you. It’s slightly cramped, but you try to focus on anything other than his close proximity to you.

“Fine, just don’t say dumb shit like that again,” you say quietly while you begin the process of fixing Haechan’s sink.

“No promises,” Haechan grins and you laugh softly at his antics.

You show Haechan what’s wrong with his sink and how to repair it. He pays close attention to your instructions, finding them to be fairly simple. For the last half of the process, you come out from under the sink and show him the last few steps of unclogging the sink. When you believe you’ve restored the sink to its former glory, you test the garbage disposal and run the water, making sure everything is drained. Much to Haechan’s surprise, you effectively fixed his sink.

“Damn...thank you. It works perfectly now,” He says in relief.

“Anytime. I also just want to point out that the previous tenant had a LOT of cats, so that’s probably why all that hair was in your pipes. I don’t know why she would put it down the sink though, that’s gross,” you scrunch your nose in disgust and Haechan chuckles.

“Yeah well we don’t have any cats, so it won’t happen again,” He tells you with a small smile. You return the smile and quickly lean down to recover your tools so you can make a swift exit back to your apartment. Haechan can’t quite explain why he felt so attracted to you while you unclogged his sink and explained how to do so. All he knew was that it was quite an experience for him to watch you become a plumber in his presence.

“So were you paying attention to the plumbing lesson? Because I’m not about to purposely clog another sink to teach you again,” you ask as he walks you back to your apartment.

“I was too busy getting distracted by your beauty and missed like a good chunk of the lesson, to be honest,” he joked. You stare up at him, shocked by his audacity, but all he does is give you a cocky smile in return.

“You--you’re--fuck you,” you say as you quickly enter your apartment and shut the door in Haechan’s face, not wanting him to see you in your flustered state.  He blinks at your door, bewildered at your reaction, but soon realizes it wasn’t negative in the slightest.

Haechan walks back to his apartment with pride and a puffed out chest.

↣

You’re thoroughly convinced that the universe wants to prove your roommates right and you wrong. This becomes apparent to you once again at the end of a shower, you turning your shower head off and reaching for your towel.

At first, you don’t hear it, but after turning off your speaker and wrapping your towel around your body, you step outside the bathroom and hear the blaring noise: the fire alarm.

“Fuck...nooooooo,” you whisper as you hang your head in defeat. You debate quickly going to your room and throwing on clothes, but you remember the fire drill rules of the building and reluctantly grab your keys, phone and slippers. You dash down a few flights of stairs to the lobby and exit promptly, heading over to the building meetup point where the other residents are, all while holding your towel close to your body.

When you arrive, you try to hide yourself from passersby by blending in with the other building residents. You’re in the clear, heaving out a sigh of relief...that is until you hear the devil’s voice from your right side.

“Well don’t you look pretty standing there in nothing but a bath towel. Mind if I sneak a peek?” Haechan croons as he saunters over to you with a cheeky smirk. You turn your head towards Haechan, greeting him with a displeased expression, only for him to send you a wink.

“Hi, Donghyuck,” you huff, and cross your arms, effectively keeping your towel wrapped around your body.

Haechan places his hand on his heart in fake hurt, “When you say my name like that, it hurts.”

“Oh really? How would you like me to say it then?” you roll your eyes. Haechan moves to stand behind you and leans down so his lips brush the shell of your ear and in the most nonchalant tone, he whispers:

“Loudly and with pleasure, baby.”

You can’t control the shivers that are sent down your spine at the pet name and Haechan looks down at you with pride at his work. You scowl at the fact that your body reacted to his teasing, but even more so that you don’t hate it as much as you’re letting on. You refuse to turn around because you know that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back from either smiling at him or smacking him.

“Cat got your tongue, honey? Maybe you can put it to good use. Hm?” he pushes further and you can’t control yourself from whipping around and whacking his arm. The smile you’re so clearly fighting, though, tells him you’re not really mad at him.

“Shut up, you fucking dweeb, me being in a towel is not an invitation for you to hit on me nor is it a ploy to get you into bed,” you hiss at him and all he does is bite his lower lip softly and stick his hands in his front pockets.

“You’re the one who said not to give you a reason to remain strangers, and I always go the extra mile for people I consider…‘friends’,” he uses your past words against you. You gape in surprise at how cunning Haechan is and you wish you could slap the smug smile right off his face. You’re more mad at yourself for how his flirting is actually working and eliciting a reaction from you, especially a reaction from under your towel and between your legs. You can’t prove your roommates right, especially because you know they’d give you shit if they found out you actually did like Haechan.

“You’re insufferable,” you whisper just as the landlord announces that you’re allowed to come back into the building. You quickly stalk off toward the building, leaving Haechan alone to watch your retreating figure in admiration.

It’s only a matter of time before your resolve breaks...and he’s going to be there when it happens.

↣

You don’t see Haechan for another couple of days, which makes you a little more sad than you’d like to admit. You even go so far as to ask Renjun where Haechan was, mildly worried that Haechan was sick...or even lost interest in you. You swear Renjun to secrecy though, knowing that if Haechan finds out you asked about him, you’d never hear the end of it.

When you finally do see him, it’s on the elevator, on your way home from school. It’s silent as the elevator doors close the two of you into the space. After a few beats, haechan finally speaks.

“I hear you asked about me,” he says, fighting off a smirk. You sigh and make a mental note to kill Renjun the next time you see him.

“Yeah I hadn’t been annoyed in a few days so I just wanted to see why it was so quiet,” you roll your eyes and look over at Haechan to find that he’s already looking at you.

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” he shrugs nonchalantly and goes back to waiting for the elevator to arrive at your floor.

“So…?”

“So what?”

“Where were you?”

Haechan gives you a surprised look, but answers anyway, “I was studying for a midterm, snoopy. I have to keep my grades up you know.”

“Oh...well...I hope you pass,” you tell him, and a warm smile appears on his lips.

“I did. With flying colors. Thanks though,” he says back and before you can respond, the elevator dings and the doors open. Haechan files out first and you follow suit, reluctant to go back to your own apartment for some reason. No one is there, you know that for a fact. Before you take out your keys, you glance back at Haechan, who is standing motionless at his door, his back facing you.

“Haechan,” you call out, your lips moving before your brain can formulate thoughts. He turns back to you, wide-eyed and curious about why you said his name.

“Yeah?” He asks as he starts to inch closer to your end of the corridor.

“I…” you begin, but the rest of the words don’t come out. As Haechan gets closer, he can see your face more clearly, and the look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know. Being ever so impatient, he doesn’t wait for you to finish your sentence and backs you up against your door, his lips (finally) feverishly connecting with yours.

Your eyes shut immediately as Haechan takes control and kisses you with hunger and desire. He places one hand on your waist and one hand caresses your cheek, not intending to let you go anywhere. He swipes his tongue on your lower lip and you allow him access almost immediately. You don’t know why you’re mildly surprised that Haechan is a phenomenal kisser, but that thought and any other lingering ones fade as his hands travel to your hips and grip them rather harshly. You gasp softly against his lips as he increases the pressure on your hips, and he takes the opportunity to begin kissing your neck, creating marks where his lips touch.

While Haechan concentrates on your neck, you quickly try to search your bag with only your sense of touch to find your keys to let the two of you in.

Haechan grabs them from you, breaking away from you for a split second to unlock and open the door. Once that is accomplished, he places his lips back on yours and ushers you into your apartment. His kissing gets more insistent and rough as he shuts the door behind him.

Articles of clothing trail behind the two of you as you advance to your room. By the time you arrive, the two of you are fighting for dominance through your making out. It gets so intense that you have to break away for air. The two of you stand chest to chest, half-naked and panting.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asks breathlessly. His hands rest on your hips and give them a light squeeze just for kicks. Your breath hitches in your throat and Haechan notices and smirks.

“I’m just...” you begin but Hyuck squeezes your hips again and you let out a small whimper.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he teases you.

“Shut up,” you pry his hands off your hips and push him back to your bed before straddling his thighs. “You’re not the only one who likes to be in charge, Hyuck.”

Haechan smirks from below you and hooks his fingers into the hem of your panties, pulling them down slowly.

“Oh sweetheart,” he pauses when he has taken your panties completely off, “don’t you know I can still have control from under you?”

“Huh?” you ask, but Haechan’s response is one of action. He slips his boxers down his legs, situates his cock in line with your entrance and pulls you down on him until he’s buried to the hilt. You both let out harmonious moans simultaneously, the stretch of his cock oh-so-satisfying and the wet warmth of your pussy giving him goosebumps. While you were mildly disgruntled you didn’t get to see his cock first, you felt like it was unnecessary at this point considering you could feel his size from inside your pussy.

“Fuck you‘re so wet, I knew you wanted to fuck me,” he hisses.

“How the hell...are you…?” You begin.

“This big? Why, don’t think you can handle it?” Haechan smugly asks.

“Just...fucking move, Hyuck,” you grunt, “or I will.”

“Baby’s so desperate for my cock she won’t wait for me to fuck her? What, you’re gonna fuck yourself on my cock?” Haechan teases you, but you take it as a challenge and promptly begin riding him.

“You...asked for it,” you smirk at him.

“Fuck...you feel so good,” Haechan praises you and you beam at him. You lean down and begin pressing open mouthed kisses along his neck, kisses which soon turn into hickeys. Haechan has to admit that it feels good to be treated like this. Like a king.

“Who’s in charge now, brat?” You whisper in his ear and Haechan’s gaze darkens. He brings his hands back to your hips and grips them so you stop in place.

“I am,” he responds before roughly thrusting up into you, “it’s my game, I always win.”

Haechan pistons his hips against yours and moan after moan spills from your lips. Every yelp of his name, mixed in with swears and incomprehensible sounds, pushes Haechan to go harder.

“Shit, Hyuck, I’m...I’m so close,” you mewl and grip his shoulders to steady yourself. Under normal circumstances, Haechan would edge you to no end, but he’s been waiting for this since the moment you told him that you didn’t want to be strangers. He was going to be self-indulgent just this once.

Haechan’s thrusting gets sloppier as you both get close to your highs. Finally you come undone around his cock, your walls hugging him so tight, it makes it harder for him to keep going. Haechan takes an immeasurable amount of self control to not cum inside of you (especially since he got ahead of himself and forgot to slip on a condom). After a couple more thrusts, he pulls you off of him and cums across his own stomach, chest heaving as he comes down from his high. You take a dollop of his cum on your finger and suck it off, making eye contact with him just to taunt him further.

“Get on my face,” he commands.

“What?”

“Get on, sit on, I don't care just get up here,” he grabs your thighs. At your lack of action, he pulls you up so your core is hovering above his lips.

“Hyuck, I don’t think I can take—Oh my fuck,” your plea is cut short by Haechan’s lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly on it.

Haechan is not done proving who is in charge—and that he’s perfectly capable of fucking you from beneath you—and decides to have a feast to treat himself.

His tongue expertly navigates your pussy, switching between tongue fucking your entrance and stimulating your clit. All you can hear are lewd slurping sounds and your cries of pleasure. Haechan hums into your clit and the vibrations send electricity throughout your body.

“Hyuck...Hyuck do that again please,” you beg him while lightly tugging his hair. Haechan surprisingly complies, but instead of simply humming, he lightly growls into your pussy, the sensation pushing you closer to the edge. It isn’t until Haechan gives your clit one harsh suck that you’re coming onto his face. He quickly slurps up your release before working on your pussy again.

He puts you through two more orgasms before he’s pushing you off of his face and onto your bed. He crosses his arms behind his head in satisfaction before he glances over at you. Your legs are still trembling and your eyes are closed in an attempt to regain your composure and breath.

“I’ll let you catch your breath before the next round,” he tells you and you open your eyes to give him a playful glare.

“Who said we were going multiple rounds?”

“Fine, I’ll go then.”

“No, wait!”

“Yeah that’s what I thought.”

↣

“Okay just be really quiet, I’m sure they’re home now and I cannot have them seeing you here.”

“I can’t believe you’re sneaking me out of your apartment, this is not high school, why can’t I just walk out of here?”

“Because then my roommates will be right and I don’t want them to clown me for giving into you.”

“You say that like sleeping with me was a bad thing,” Haechan raises an eyebrow as you escort him quietly to your front door.

“It wasn’t, but when you guys first moved in, I may have made a big deal of being uninterested in you and they like to prove me wrong. Just work with me here,” you explain.

“Oh how the tables turn. I’m sure you wouldn’t want them to know how eager you were for my—” Haechan begins but you place your hand on his face to shush him.

“I wouldn’t, so shut up,” you tell him as you make it to your front door.

“It’s gonna be a little harder for you to sneak me out when we do this again, y’know,” Haechan tells you while you open the door.

“Again? Why do you say that with so much certainty?” You ask him with a mischievous smile.

“Because I know it’s gonna happen again, please,” he scoffs and you softly laugh. Haechan smiles at the sound of your laugh and hopes that the next time he does come back, he gets to know you a little more before you sleep with each other again.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” you cross your arms with a shy smile, “now go home.”

“Until next time,” Haechan leans down and places a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning toward his door across the hall. You close the door as Haechan goes into his apartment and lean against the door, processing what just happened.

Haechan was right: you were going to need to be more sneaky the next time he was over.

[winonaflammery]

I got two my girls faces back from Esthy!! They are so amazing ahhhh I’m in love!

First is older Kess. She’s nude and bald still (gotta get my ass in gear to make her stuff), but she’s just perfect still. I’ll probably call her Kestrel and stick to the nicknames for little Kess, as it’s a bit annoying to call them “older” and “younger”. The discrepancy in skin tone I can live with; they’ll probably not be photographed much together anyway (different scale and all). If DoD made a mini-size older Näbi or a mini-size Bomi though I’d be in heaven.

And then there’s Osprey, who I finally after so long got around to also ship out for a face. She looks so sweet and innocent, I love how she turned out (I asked for black brows and Esthy forgot or misread and made them brown, so I was originally a bit sceptical there, but she showed me how it looked with a wig and it looked awesome, so I didn’t ask for them repainted) :D And she already has clothes and a wig since I made that long ago (over a year ago I think?), so I can actually consider her finished :O

Ahh, the last two days have been so good on doll parcels; now there won’t be any new parcels though in a while.

[rvdispatch]

EPISODE FOUR SUMMARY

Episode Four aired on January 24th 2022, on MNet.

the vibes of the dorm are tense after the previous night’s revelation that there is an impending elimination. all the contestants seem to hyperfixate on the rankings, trying to decipher anything they can from them. nayoon is scared that her first week has doomed her, with her being last place overall. hayoon is happy with her first place position, but admits she feels a little guilty-- she’s proud of her performance, but doesn’t feel personally like she was the best, and wonders how much of her boost came from trinity’s comeback.

they don’t have long to dwell in these feelings, however, before there is a loud ruckus and the doors to the dorms burst open. in run a ton of familiar faces-- and after the shock wears off, the contestants realize that members of all of their groups have come to visit them!

there are emotional reunions all around, but some stick out in particular. nayoon breaks down when she sees her groupmate kyungmi, confiding all her fears and insecurities about her performance thus far to the fellow delight member. jiae and jaehee’s reunion is emotional too, with jiae telling her fellow co-leader how proud of her she is, and rebuking jaehee’s reoccurring confessional statement that she’s just not cut out for this. one of the most emotional reunions, however, has to be biyi and aeri-- the pair haven’t seen each other in a long time, and you can tell that they missed each other dearly. 

after the waterworks and excitement dies down a little bit, the contestants and their guests make their way to the main stage, and ilyoon explains just what is going down. much like in past weeks, this episode, each girl will be getting two original group songs to feature on-- one in their letter group, and one in another unit team made up by the producers. however with this season being special, there’s a twist-- before the show started, production got in touch with groupmates of each girl (and a labelmate for andy) and secured them for the show. these special guests will join them in the unit groups for the second unique song as additional members.

with that revelation, everyone got excited, whispering amongst themselves, but ilya was soon to follow up, explaining that there was a twist-- every contestant was responsible for the performance of their guest, good or bad. they had to ensure their groupmates were involved, but didn’t overshadow, and their success (or failure) reflected back on them. the contestants went silent at that. in a confessional, ahki explained that she trusted soeun, and had full faith in her abilities, but that being in charge of a whole other person was a lot, and there were so many things that could go wrong. windy, in her own confessional, broke down a little, saying that she couldn’t even make sure her own performance was up to standard, let alone monitoring another human being.

regardless of all this, ilyoon announces the teams, and then dismissed the guests, explaining that they would be nailing down their letter grade team songs first. they spend the rest of the day with those letter groups, working with producers, and laying down some preliminary vocals. 

the next day consists of finalizing most of the prep work for the letter-grade-team songs, but towards the end of the day, the guests are brought back in, and everyone is divided into their unit teams to hear the producers’ visions and figure out a course of action.

the first team consists of andy and sikyung, as well as xifeng, who is in burnout with sikyung, as well as bomi of distich-- since andy is a soloist, she doesn’t have any groupmates, but in a confessional she explains that she and bomi have worked together on company projects before, and that they are good friends. andy takes point as leader, saying she wants to push herself, and that she’s concerned about elimination and wants to take her fate into her own hands. the team seems to work well together, and xifeng mentions offhand that she’s impressed, and expected things to be much more chaotic.

the next team is isis and misaki, with isis’ guest being her sister dylan, and misaki’s guest being izumi. despite all four members of this unit being in byulbit, the vibe of this team is awkward. isis says in an aside that byulbit is big, so not everyone is friends, or even knows each other very well, and that she’s never been in a unit with izumi or misaki before, and she doesn’t think dylan and izumi have been in any units together either. isis takes point, however, and the air between the quarted warms up after that, with everyone contributing input.

the third team is made up of nayoon, her groupmate kyungmi, destiny, and her groupmate yujeong. nayoon and destiny bond over having a similar issue with the show so far-- both of them are visuals in their group, and are a master of no skill. their guests are both very encouraging, though in different ways, with yujeong seeming to be a tough love kind of girl, and kyungmi being more direct and affectionate. the two guests do what they can to boost the confidence and mood so that the planning can go forward. in a special confessional, yujeong talks a little about destiny, and how she thinks destiny has always felt a bit of an outsider in terra, as someone with out much idol training before debuting. she talks about how she thinks destiny counts herself out a lot, but how much faith yujeong has in the elder girl, and how hard she wants to work to showcase that in their stage.

the next team consists of hayoon and jaehee as the idol project contestats, with dokyoung joining hayoon, and jiae pairing with jaehee. jiae admits in her own aside that she was hesitant, because not only were the trinity girls so young and fresh as rookies, but she felt as though there was a stylistic clash, and it made things awkward. 

windy and aeri are the next team. hayi is windy’s guest-- while not in clover with windy, and instead in the sister group (jewel), the pair initially debuted in promiss together, and are close, with hayi’s twin sister being the leader of windy’s group. biyi, while currently in terra, started her idol career in deviant with aeri, and showed up on idol project for her thusly. hayi teases biyi about her loyalties, chiding her playfully that she can’t go easy on their performance to try to make things easier for melody or destiny, but biyi is adamant that she loves aeri and wants to make sure she goes far on the show.

finally, the biggest group; yooi’s guest was ryan, and melody’s mija. instead of having eunbi, ahki’s former heart2heart groupmate, show up-- which surely would have started a few fights-- a girl named soeun was sent instead. in an aside, soeun explained that she wasn’t debuted yet, but that she and ahki were set to debut in siren’s next group, and that she was excited to put her new group’s name on the map alongside ahki. production are quick to point out that soeun is also jinkyung’s daughter, and edit in some shots of other contestants looking frustrated, implying that some might see potential bias or nepotism there. 

footage of practice is played-- the units recording their parts. all teams learning and perfecting choreography, and any bumps in the road. nayoon and destiny’s group is a standout from these clips, as it’s clear how much love kyungmi and yujeong have for them, and how dedicated they are to making sure everythign goes well. its extra clear, additionally, how awkward things are in the hayoon/dokyoung/jaehee/jiae group, and it seems as though the merci members have a lot of trouble keeping up with the trinity girls. as for the letter grade teams, a scene is shown of team d having an emotional aside at the end of one of their practices, reaffirming their love for one another, and talking about how no matter what happens, they all tried their best. 

and finally, it’s time for performances. ilya announces to the audiences that they are to pick an MVP for each team, a best letter grade song, and a best unit song at the end of the stages, but that the mentors will be giving critique after each performance.

with the letter grade teams going first, team a took the stage with their original song called the baddest. while throughout the competition so far, hayoon hadn’t necessarily been considered a real main vocalist, it seems as though this was the stage that really showed why she was ginny’s trinity replacement. it wasn’t high notes and vocal runs like jaehee and isis, but it was powerful and attention grabbing. sikyung was the star of the show, however, taking the center position and showing the strong rapping that made her stand out in burnout. when it came time for crit, the mentors seemed to struggle to put their thoughts into words. matty finally broke the silence by saying that it was clear that this season was on a whole other level, and that this team proved it-- not only was it clear that these three were seasoned performers and already idols, but they showed just how talented and adaptable they were, and had she not known better, she would have thought this group of three was a reign-caliber group that already existed. that’s how good their performance was-- the episodes stages were off to a bang. 

there was nowhere to go but down, that meant, and while team b’s performance wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t as good. their song, utopia, was fresh and cute, but it didn’t have the same electric energy, and it was clear that (while they were trying their best) not everyone fit the concept quite right. when it came time for the mentors to say their piece, pansy admitted that she was a little let down by the lack of choreo, and how un-complex the choreo that existed really was. jinkyung added that for a group with such powerful vocalists, this song really did nothing for them. ilya said that, despite all that, melody really seemed to shine-- she suited the concept best, and made him smile every time she took center stage. in her confessional, isis admitted that she felt a little bitter, because a lot of the critique fell on the producers and the song that was assigned to them, and not to the individuals themselves. 

team c performed their song bop bop! next. while this team seemed to struggle the most first episode, and contained members that often fell short, it was like a whole new team took the stage. it’s the first stage that andy in particular really feels like something special, and something to watch, and she comes alive. nayoon takes what she’s learned, and only stands out when it’s her turn. and when it is her turn, she nails it. and misaki, when not made to rap in a language she’s not strongest in without guidance, really seems to blossom into a full fleshed performer. jinkyung commends them, and says that if there were a team to get a most improved award, it would be them. matty comments that, like team b, there’s minimal choreo in this song, but that this team in particular used that to their advantage, and made what they did have count, and it was very enjoyable to watch.

the last letter grade team is d, and after a quick huddle to cheer themselves up and get hyped, they take the stage with their song shoot!. it’s clear immediately that there was a fire lit under these girls-- be it the appearance of their groupmate guests, or the threat of elimination, something has changed, and all three of them seem like completely new performers. destiny in particular seems like a whole new idol-- she’s cute, engaging, emotive, and more! her vocals are steady, and while she doesn’t do anything crazy, it’s pleasing to the ear. the mentors are incredibly proud of this group. ilya notes that, despite this being the d grade, their choreography was by far the hardest of the letter songs, and they pulled it off seamlessly. jinkyung comments that their vocals have improved incredibly. sam points out that the song wasn’t very complex and didn’t push them past their limits, but that it sounded good and was fun, and the stage was good to watch, so it didn’t matter.

ilya comes onstage, and announces (in order) that the letter grade MVPs are Sikyung, Melody, Andy and Destiny respectively. He then announces that A team had the best performance overall. the contestants then go backstage to get ready for the unit performances with their special guests. 

Andy, Sikyung, Bomi and Xifeng are first up, and their song is called Wow Thing. The performance goes off without a hitch, and while it’s good, there’s nothing incredible to write home about. Jinkyung compliments them on their vocal harmonies, and Sam mentions how Sikyung, being the only rapper in the song, and with her part changing the direction of the song and shaking it up, stood out in a really good way. Pansy notes that she saw Andy fumble the choreography slightly, and that at this point in the competition, she expects better. And Matty says that the team seemed fairly balanced, but that Bomi was the performer who stood out the most, which is a negative to the team, as she’s not who was competing. Backstage, the four seem in good spirits. Andy says she thinks she did well enough to push her to the next episode (she hopes), and Sikyung says she’s had a good night. Bomi expresses a bit of guilt, admitting that she probably should have toned it down a bit and that she didn’t mean to stand out, but the others brush that away, telling her she did nothing wrong.

Isis and Misaki, joined by Dylan and Izumi, step up next to perform More. When they are done, Pansy and Matty can’t stop raving about the choreography and how well it was pulled off. Jinkyung singles out Misaki in particular, telling her that her part was mesmerizing-- it sounded haunting, gorgeous, and really was the tonal shift that pushed the song over the edge into being, in Jinkyung’s words, a masterpiece. Ilya added that this was what he was waiting for Misaki to bring, and that he was so happy to see what she could do when she wasn’t being put into a box she didn’t fit into. Sam gave a negative critique, however, saying that the biggest thing he remembered was Dylan’s rap, and while it was very impressive and his favorite part of the song, it was the same issue as the previous performance-- Dylan wasn’t competing, so having her be the standout detracted from the stage. When they get backstage, though, the negative critiques are forgotten in favor of everyone hyping up Misaki for getting her best feedback all show. 

Eleven was the next performance, featuring Nayoon, Kyungmi, Destiny and Yujeong. The vibe changes when this song is performed, like everyone watching can’t look away. Matty gushes when it’s over, and she can’t stop talking about how well the song suited every member in the unit. Ilya tells Nayoon that she was impossible to look away from, but this time in a good way-- she was the perfect center, making everyone breathless, but still letting everyone else shine. Pansy points out Yujeong, explaining that in many Terra stages, Yujeong is one of the members that stands out to her, but continues to say that that didn’t happen in this stage-- and that that was a good thing. Pansy compliments her on toning her stage presence down just enough to let the actual competitors shine, but not so down that she dragged the group. Sam adds that he believes that this group did the best job so far of incorporating the guests but letting them support, not overshadow. Once this group gets offstage, they all breakdown into happy excited tears in a big group hug, and Nayoon audibly hopes that this was enough to save her spot on the show.

Every good stage seems to curse the stage after it, however, as the Snake performance had less than rave reviews. Featuring Hayoon, Dokyoung, Jaehee and Jiae, while the song was good, there was a disconnect. Something was off. And when it came time to critique, the mentors put the finger on the pulse. Sam got to the heart of the matter straight away, scolding Hayoon and Dokyoung for not supporting the elder two members of their group. Jinkyung and Pansy agreed, with Pansy elaborating, saying that the choreography was hard, and that is seemed like the Trinity girls focused on themselves and learned the choreography without taking a second to help the Merci girls catch up, which made the stage seem like two different teams with very different skill levels instead of a cohesive unit. Jinkyung added that she thought the song suited the younger members more, which was all the more reason for them to take extra time to make sure Jaehee and Jiae felt seen and caught up. Ilya complimented Hayoon, though, telling her that she was a very strong and powerful center, despite it all. Once the team got backstage, though, Jaehee and Jiae went off on their own, with Jiae breaking down completely. She repeated the sentiment that she didn’t think she was cut out for it, and that she was too old to be an idol, and in the heat of the moment, implied that Hayoon and Dokyoung were self-centered brats who wouldn’t put their own goals aside to help someone who needed it, to the shock of everyone in earshot. 

Icons was the next stage after that, with the biggest unit of the bunch taking the stage. Yooi, Melody and Ahki, with help from their guests, Ryan, Mija and Soeun, put on a great performance, and brought the energy back up after the harsh Snake critiques. When they were through, Matty complimented the team on really impressive vocal harmonies, however Jinkyung was quick to scold them for giving Ryan the killing part, pointing out that the most memorable part of the performance shouldn’t be executed by someone not competing. Ilya followed that up complimented Melody as a center, however, saying that she’s been a very strong center for the entire competition, no matter what the concept. Once they get offstage, Mija jokingly comments that the only reason they were critiqued so much was because Soeun was in their group and she thought Jinkyung didn’t want to seem biased. 

Windy, Hayi, Aeri and Biyi take the stage last, and perform Hot Candy. When they’re done, Jinkyung tells them that she was impressed with the vocals, especially since she doesn’t really associate vocals with Hayi and Windy. Sam comments that Biyi and Aeri really stole the show, and Pansy agrees, also expressing disappointment that they couldn’t have seen more from Windy, because she liked what she did get to see. When they get offstage, Windy is very tearful-- it seems as though she’s certain that she’s going to be eliminated, and while she’s proud of all she’s done, she’s not quite ready to go. 

Everyone is brought back onstage for the final evaluation. In order of performance, the MVPs named are Sikyung, Misaki, Nayoon, Hayoon, Melody and Aeri. The More group in particular stands out, as Ilya explains that the audience voted Dylan as the MVP without really knowing better, and Misaki was just a close second. Nayoon and Destiny’s song, Eleven, is announced as the best unit song of the week. 

The groups are dismissed, and the girls try to spend an evening with their guests before they are off, but it doesn’t feel right-- with the knowledge that there is an elimination on the horizon, no one can relax. The guests go home, and the contestants go to bed (though how much sleep anyone actually got is unknown).

The next morning, they are called to the main stage, and their rank is announced. And by the end of it, Yooi and Windy are eliminated

[pang3l]

Bomi x Seonhui — Drabble

Seonhui heart leapt at the sight. It was a usual sight she sees almost everyday, yet for some reason the sight of Bomi smiling so preciously is almost enough to make her heart burst

'Be still my beating heart' she despirately clutch her chest and hid her face with one hand— hoping that Bomi won't see her in such an embarassing state.

But of course the universe just loves messing with her. She couldn't even hear Bomi woriyingly calling her name admist her own heartbeat. And before she knew it, she saw staring into Bomi's frowning face as she holds her other hand that was covering her face. 'I'm doomed' thought Seonhui

"Are you okay? Your face is really red, and your hand..." god help Seonhui, she thought she died when Bomi placed her cheeks on her hand. ".. Is really hot"

Seonhui got a heatstroke. But it was not because of the bustling summer heat. But more of the summer sun in the flesh. Also known as Bomi.

[kpopfanficsforthesoul]

Kaleidoscope- Yoona (Girls Generation)

Prompt: In a world where everyone is born with black and white vision, as soon as your soulmate touches you, color begins to develop before your eyes.

Genre: Romance, Soulmate!AU

Pairing: Yoona x Reader

Author’s Note: If you don’t already know, I live for soulmate AUs! You will probably see me writing a lot of these on my account- I hope you enjoy this!

The smell of hot, steaming coffee. The sound of casual conversations and clanking machines, forcing liquid into white porcelain cups. The feeling of heat radiating through your own porcelain cup and onto your hands as you gripped it in anticipation of your friend’s next choice of words. 

Coffee shops always seemed to be the ideal destination. 

“You’re so lucky, unni!” your friend Bomi commented from the seat next to yours. “It must be so nice…”

“Oh it is…” your friend Jihyo began, sighing dreamily. “I wish everyone could know how wonderful a world of color is… I don’t even know how to describe it!”

“Let’s see that ring again!” Minjae squealed. Jihyo put her left hand forward, flashing a big grin. You and your other two friends admired the shimmering rock around her ring finger, giving your best compliments. 

“I’m still shocked that he proposed after the first date…” you said jokingly, running your finger over the edging of crushed jewels. 

“…And the fact that you said yes!” Bomi added. 

“Well…” Jihyo shrugged, nervously adjusting the hair around the bun in her hair. “It’s not that shocking to me. I know who I’m going to want to spend the rest of my life with. He’s… my soulmate. I can’t imagine any other outcome.”

“Haha, just messing with you, unni…” you told her, patting her hand with an encouraging smile. “We’re so happy for you!”

“Really, we are!” Minjae nodded in agreement. “Tell us how it happened!” All three of you leaned in closer to your engaged friend, gripping your coffee in anticipation.

“Well, we were just hanging out, eating our ice cream, and when he handed me a napkin, our fingers accidentally bumped, and all of a sudden…”

Your mind trailed off as you gazed at the dark liquid you were drinking. You had never wanted anything but to meet your soulmate. Especially since you were an artist. 

The struggle was real, trying to paint when you didn’t know what color you were using. Sure, the tube said “blue,” but you didn’t know what blue looked like. All you knew was black, white, and all of the shades in between. You didn’t know the shadings of a blatant title such as “blue.” What was turquoise? Was it a lighter or darker shade? What was cerulean? As you slam orange liquid onto a doomed canvas, you wonder if this orange will go with the one labelled green. Will it be aesthetically pleasing? Will it look tragic? Only a colored visionary would know. 

“I wish I knew something other than black and white…” you sighed, head in your hands, suddenly significantly depressed. 

Your friends all looked at you with sympathy. Bomi patted your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, we know how frustrating that is for you.” she cooed with a reassuring smile.

“Cheer up Y/N!” Jihyo said, patting your hand with a dazzling grin. “You’ve got us three! What man could be better than that?”

“Yeah, there are plenty of guys out there…” Minjae commented. “You’re bound to meet your soulmate any day now!”

“I hope so…” you said, trying to perk up. You didn’t want to ruin the excitement over your friend’s wedding. “So what color are we wearing as bridesmaids dresses? Even though none of us will know what it looks like…”

“Aish, I didn’t know it would be this cold out!” Jihyo shuddered, pulling her blazer tighter around her body. 

“It’s literally snowing, unni.” Bomi retorted, arm linked with Minjae’s. You giggled at your friends. 

“I for one, love winter!” you began, walking backwards to face them. You were several steps in front of them, holding out your arms to take in the falling snow. “The warm drinks, the red and green, the…”

“Y/N, watch out!” Jihyo yelled, reaching an arm forward. You turned your head around to see what she was warning you about. Suddenly, you came into contact with a woman running down the city sidewalk, pushing thorugh the crowd. Her shoulder bumped into yours, chestnut colored hair falling forward at the sudden impact. 

“I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, a frantic expression on her face. Time seemed to pause for a moment as you observed her. Her fair skin which had a pinkish tint on the cheeks, her wavy chestnut hair, red lips, and bright brown eyes. Then, reality struck again, and with that, she ran back down the street. 

At first, you brushed it off as nothing, but then it hit you: how did you know that her lips were red? How did you know her eyes were brown? You glanced at your now sore shoulder, and then, all of a sudden, something began to grow on the fabric. Something you had never seen before… a new shade. A deep and rich, dark, new color began to sprout exactly where she had bumped into you, and soon, your entire coat was engulfed in it.

You choked on the cold winter air as you tried to remember what the cashier said your coat was… 

“Magenta…” you mumbled, staring at your sleeve in concentration.

“Y/N-ah…” you heard Minjae utter in a low tone. “Are you alright?”

You couldn’t concentrate on that right now. You glanced down. Soon, the color was bleeding through the black and white around you. Your jeans grew blue, your shoes turning pink. You gulped as you raised your hands, watching your tone develop on them. The buildings around you sprouted their silvers and nudes. As you glanced at Bomi’s blue sweater, you realized… now you could recognize that it was blue, and actually know what it looked like. 

“Guys…” you stuttered, feeling the color drain from your face as you swallowed a hard lump in your throat. “I can see color.”

You watched all three girl’s eyes widen, their mouths falling agape. 

“What?” Bomi began. “That’s impossible, you haven’t touched a man recently…”

“Unless…” Jihyo began. All four of your heads snapped up as the realization faded in. 

“That woman was my soulmate.”

The smell of hairspray and vanilla perfume. The sound of giggles and squeals, all familiar to your ears. The feeling of discomfort as you scrunched up the satin material of your pink dress. 

Pink. You knew it was pink. You could see it was pink. For five months you knew it was pink. For five months you had known that the paint you were slathering on a blank canvas was pink. Pink. 

“I’m going to go discuss the dinner with my wedding planner.” you heard Jihyo say as she exited the room. You stared at the ground from your seat on the couch. 

“Y/N?” Bomi began, walking over to you. “Are you thinking about her again?”

You squinted at the harsh reminder. Yes, it was her. But you didn’t know who she even was. 

“You mean my soulmate?” you began, looking up at your friends. You could feel the hot tears in your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. 

“Y/N, please don’t cry…” Minjae tried to reassure you. “You don’t want to upset Jihyo on her happy day, do you?”

“But what about me?” you exclaimed. “How about the fact that I’ll never get a wedding day, because I don’t even know my soulmate’s name?” 

You stopped as a tear rolled down your cheek. You could feel your lungs tighten. Five months had passed since you first saw color. And for five months, your heart had ached knowing that the only memory of your soulmate was that one moment where you bumped into her. And she left. 

“Or the fact that all this time I’ve been waiting to see color so I can paint to my best ability, but now that I can, not even my passion feels comforting?”

You saw them both stare at the ground. You had been a mess since it happened, and your friends, not knowing their soulmates either, had not known how to comfort you. 

“For months, I’ve been able to look at my paint and know that it’s blue without reading the label. But it might as well be black, because she’s not there beside me to verify that she too, knows it’s blue, and that she knew it was blue the moment she met me. Because no amount of paint, or comfort, or snow can cover up the fact that I’ll live my whole life never meeting my soulmate again.” 

You felt your soft cries go into sobs as your breathing grew harder to regulate. You knew you were pitiful. You knew you were dragging down everyone around you with your depression. But knowledge of this didn’t help you find closure to the feeling that a piece of you was missing. 

“They say when you meet your soulmate, it’s like you’ve found your other half. Before you meet them, you didn’t even know it was missing. You didn’t know you were one half. But in my case, I know I have another half, but she’s gone!”

“Y/N, this needs to stop…” Bomi said, trying her best to be comforting. She sat down next to you. “I say this because I care about you. You did your best to find her, but maybe… maybe it’s not meant to be.”

“How can I just leave it at that?” you stuttered, barely being able to get your words out in between sobs. “For five months, I’ve wondered everything about her. Why was she in such a hurry when we bumped into each other? Why did she run off if she saw color blooming before her eyes? What’s her job? Does she like the same foods as me? Why was she wearing a pink coat? I don’t even…” you choked, letting out a fit of sobs before continuing. “I don’t even know her name…”

“Y/N?” a soft and caring voice said. You instantly recognized it, and looked up. You then saw Jihyo, dressed in her white dress, glimmering gold earrings, and long flowing veil. She really did look beautiful. “Are you alright?”

“Oh unni!” you exclaimed, quickly wiping the tears off your face. “I’m so sorry! This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, and here I am, bringing my problems into it! I don’t deserve to be your bridesmaid…”

“Y/N, you know that’s not true…” she said, crouching down to your level. “You’ve been going through so much pain… I can’t imagine meeting my soulmate and then loosing them instantly… but, I came in here to ask if you’re okay to be around people right now. The wedding planner is going to come in and explain the processional to us.”

“Of course, unni…” you told her, breathing out your angst, regaining composure. You gave her a small smile. “Send her in.”

Jihyo nodded. “Yoona!”

Suddenly, a tall and slender woman walked though the door of your dressing room. She wore a sleek black dress and heels, and a  red lipped,professional smile. Her chestnut hair was tied up in a neat bun, and her rich brown eyes were bright and shining. As you gazed into them, your heart stopped as it hit you. You knew those brown eyes. 

“You?” you stuttered, pointing at her. As her gaze landed on you, her eyes widened as well. 

“Oh my God…” she began, clasping her hands over her mouth. “You’re her… the girl on the street…”

You nodded as a tear rolled down your cheek. You had to verify if she had truly recognized you for who you are. You got up from your couch and walked over to her. 

“When we bumped into each other… did you…?”

She frantically nodded, squinting her eyes shut as a tear escaped them. “I did, I saw color… I’m so sorry I never went back to find you, but I didn’t realize it until I was half way across town, being in such a hurry…”

You let out a smile as more tears of happiness spilled down your cheeks. “I can’t believe this… I’ve been looking for you ever since we bumped into each other on the street… for months, I’ve just felt like…” you stopped, not being able to find the right words as you choked on tears. 

“Like half of you was missing?” she exclaimed, clutching her heart. You glanced over at your friends. They looked just as shocked as you. Bomi even had a small tear rolling down her cheek.

“That’s exactly how I felt… Yoona?” you stuttered, wiping your wet cheeks.

“Yes, you don’t know how good it feels to hear you say my name!” she exclaimed, doing the same. “Y/N?”

You nodded, squinting, trying your hardest to stop the tears. “You don’t know how good it feels to be able to know your name!”

Then, as if instantly, you both threw your arms around each other and held each other tightly. It just felt necessary. As you tucked your head in Yoona’s warm and comforting shoulder, you couldn’t help but let more tears escape your eyes. After five months, you knew she was Yoona. You knew that Yoona was your soulmate. Yoona was a wedding planner. And now, Yoona was beside you to clarify that she saw color when you did. Now, your painting had passion. And you too, would have a wedding someday, because you too, had your soulmate by your side. 

And for the first time in five months, the kaleidoscope of colors that was your world, actually felt meaningful. 

Author’s Note: Well, that was emotional. I apologize for not updating for so long. Life has been crazy, guys! :p If you’ll excuse me, I have some laundry to do. Thanks for reading!

[Masterlist]

-Marie 💗

[saskha]

Bomi Doom by Dust of dolls da Sofie's dolls Tramite Flickr: Wig by Frapzilla's Studio

[lexxfics]

Bite Me | A Park Jimin Fanfiction

Day 33 | Their Girls (Ch. 28)

New to the series? Or need a recap? Click HERE

WARNING: There is talk of sexual content in this chapter. It isn't horrible but I wanted to give a heads up.

I hope you enjoy^^

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The car ride was silent. All that could be heard were the heartwrenching cries of us in the back. Jung-Yoon had grabbed hold of his mother, sobbing into her arms as she cried. Lisa was crying over Namjoon, not even able to imagine that he was gone. The rest of us did absolutely nothing. It was like we were robots, not expressing any emotions and just staring straight ahead of us.

Bomi had grabbed onto my sleeve, trying her best not to let her tears fall like the others. I in turn grabbed her hand, hoping that I could help her in some way. I wanted to be able to say that everything would be all right but that would be lying. We had no idea where they were taking us and I could only imagine the worst.

The group only took the girls and the kids which could only mean one thing. And it wasn't pleasant. I tried to shake the thought from my mind but I knew that it was going to happen.

After what seemed like an eternity, the car suddenly came to a slow, stopping. We all immediately became alert, ready to fight and show them that we were strong. But when they opened the doors, it was like that strength disappeared. All we could see is men. Dozens of them. They started to cheer and whistle at us as a few of them dragged us out of the car.

I managed to remain calm but a few of the others weren't as easy to take. Lisa fought her way through, trying to kick the guy grabbing her but eventually he grabbed hold. Irene tried to bite the man that was holding her and in return she got a slap across the face. The sound was deafening, making her blank. Krystal stayed as I was, calm and blank. Bomi and Jung-Yoon just sobbed, not even willing to fight the strange men trying to grab them.

But the worst of them all was Eun-Min. She screamed at the man grabbing her and fought with all her might. We watched as she struggled to get out of his grasp, refusing to give in. But when the man slapped her to try to get her to be quiet, she revolted. She kicked him her leg behind and he let go of her in shock. She ran from his arms and tried to reach Jung-Yoon when the man in charge stood in her way.

"Ah, ah, ah." He tsked, waving his finger at her as if she was a child behaving wrongly. "Can't have any defiance from you girls. But you just can't seem to get that, can you?" He asked, studying her. The last thing he expected however was that she would spit straight in his face.

"Go to hell," She hissed, wanting to kill the man who was responsible for her husband's murder. The man wiped his face and flashed her a wicked grin.

"Now, now. Is that anyway to treat your new boo?" He said, walking ever so slightly closer to her. "Forget the young one. I like you." He whispered, leaning over to plant a kiss on her neck. She cried at his touch, just want to push him away. And when she didn't retaliate, he grabbed her by the waist, and shoved her body against his. "Come on sweetheart, let's show you to your new room." He said, and the boys howled at his response. He lead the way with Eun-Min unable to fight back.

We were shoved to follow him as he gave us a tour of the place. It was gigantic. It was a two story wide old hospital with dozens of rooms. The lunch area was filled with people eating and cooking while other things could be heard done the hallway. Screams.

It was haunting to my ears, knowing that this place was horrifying. It sent shivers down my spine at every guy who passed a glance at us, making my heart beat out of fear. But what I didn't expect was to be brought to an open room. The door swung open and there were other girls in the room, wearing disheveled and torn clothing and looking as if they hadn't taken a shower in weeks. They threw all of us in there expect Eun-Min. The man in charge had other plans for her.

We landed hard on the ground, and when the door closed behind us, we knew we were doomed. What we didn't expect however was the other people in the room to start helping us. They were gentle, as if knowing exactly what we were going through. They helped us with our wounds and gave us some of the water from one of the sinks. There were about 20 of us in total, and it was terrifying seeing the others so discouraged.

It's like we were forced to accept our fate. That there was no way out. It was only a while later that they started to talk to us. We told them what had happened and they looked at us with understanding.

"The same thing happened to my group," One of them said to me. "They took my older sister and I and made us watch as they killed my brothers and parents." She whispered.

"I am so sorry," I comforted, wanting to not have her recall such a memory. She glanced up at my words and tried her best to force a smile.

"Thanks." She replied, and then stuck her hand out for me to shake. "My name is Jeon Somin. What is yours?" I gently grabbed her hand, and shook it in sync with mine.

"Kim Avri." I said, letting go. "That is Krystal over there. Irene and Lisa are over there in the corner and the two young ones are Bomi and Jung-Yoon." I explained, showing her the others. She nodded lightly, trying to remember the others.

"There a lot of us here but my older sister, the one I was telling you about, is over there. Her name is Hara. Goo Hara." She pointed to the girl, comforting one of the others crying and I couldn't help but notice that these two girls were beautiful. I nodded, indicating that I could see her.

"You two really look alike," I said and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, considering we are step-siblings, the resemblance is uncanny. But despite that we are like real sisters. I couldn't imagine life without her," She whispered, her smile fading. I wanted to ask her what that was about but when the door opened, I was interrupted.

Two men came in, surprising all of us. Somin suddenly grabbed my arm, making me worried at what these guys wanted. But when they looked around the room and picked two girls I did not know, the girls fought as hard as they could. However, the guys were too strong for them and soon enough their screams could be heard outside closed doors. Somin let out a heavy sigh and let go of my sleeve.

"What was that about?" I asked, noticing how the atmosphere in the room had suddenly changed. She slowly met my eyes before responding.

"Everyday, some of the guys come and pick out some of the girls. They are gone for a while before they come back a-and-" She choked, tears starting to surface. She swallowed them back down, before continuing.

"W-We have to do what they say. Or we get beat." She whispered. her arms tightening around her legs as she pulled them closer to her chest. My eyes widened in response. I immediately knew what she went. They were using us for sex.

It was like the world had stopped turning as I came to understand. But before I could even have a chance to react, the door opened a second time to reveal another man. He was more burly than the other two and had a scar across his brow, looking menacing. He glanced around the room at the scared women before him and when his eyes landed on someone my heart started to race.

Bomi.

He went to grab her and she started to fight in response. Not knowing what to do, I did the one thing I could. I quickly rose from where I was sitting and yelled.

"S-STOP!" I screamed, a sudden courage coming into my voice. The man halted his actions and turned to look at me, intrigued. "T-take me instead." My voice cracked, terrified at what I was doing. There were gasps around the room and wide eyes at what I was doing. I started to guess that the girls didn't usually do that for each other.

He quickly let go of my younger sister and she fell to the ground with a thud. The man walked over to me and smirked. "Well since you seem so eager, I guess I can make an exception," He said, grabbing hold of my wrist as he started to lead me out the door. I turned to look at the her and despite the horrified look on her face showing how I was feeling at the moment, I gave her the best smile I could, a tear gently rolling down my cheek.

The door closed behind us and I was just thankful that I could at least save her.

[steepingstarsbjd]

Wenczeslaw Pasternack

My newest crew member! She’s also my first SD sized doll, so she’s a big’un. Wenczeslaw, pronounced VAHNCH-eh-SWaa-V (but that w sound kind of makes an L sound too? I’ve heard it both ways tbh) is a Dust of Dolls Doom Bomi. The faceup and shirt are made by me, but the skirt is from Alice’s Collections and her hat is from Yankee Candle xD

[ambeann]

HyunA - Flower Shower Lyrics

HyunA - Flower Shower Lyrics

[Single] FLOWER SHOWER Artist: 현아 (HyunA) Genre: Dance Release Date: 2019.11.05 Lyricist: 싸��� (Psy) Composer: 싸이 (Psy), 유건형, Space One, Anna Timgren Arranger: Space One

Romanization I just wanna be your flower saeppalgaeyo nan hyanggiroun hyanggiro beolttedeuri kkoyeo hok sideureodo don’t you worry dasi pijana pieonaneun nae color siseondeuri moyeo ppanhi nareul barabwa geureon gwansimi nan silchi ana silchi ana eh eh dasi pieonaneun kkot Just gotta let it go OK Can you hear me now ije kkotgillo na georeogal geoya geurae kkotdeullo syawohal geoya Take a flower shower (woo hoo woo hoo) ssodajineun flower Sing it sing it babe Wing it wing it babe Bring it bring it babe kkothyanggiga nane eh eh Like doomda doomda Like doomda doomda Imma be forever young saeparaeyo nan bomi omyeon Get Set Go saero pieonayo seodureuji ma gyejeolcheoreom doraojana meoributeo balkkeutkkaji hyeonaneun ppalgaeyo nal jom naebeoryeo dwobwa maeume eomneun mal Give me your like, Give me your like eh eh jangmikkochijana feeli kkochijana OK Let’s sing this song <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> ije kkotgillo na georeogal geoya geurae kkotdeullo syawohal geoya Take a flower shower (woo hoo woo hoo) ssodajineun flower Sing it sing it babe Wing it wing it babe Bring it bring it babe kkothyanggiga nane eh eh yeongwonhal geora mideo eoneu narui kkotcheoreom urineun wae moreuneun geolkka anim moreun chehaneun geolkka eh eh jil ttae jideorado hwaljjak pillae haneul haneul haneure nalline Never give up and I say never say never ooh Take a flower shower ssodajineun flower Sing it sing it babe Wing it wing it babe Bring it bring it babe kkothyanggiga nane eh eh Hangeul I just wanna be your flower 새빨개요 난 향기로운 향기로 벌떼들이 꼬여 혹 시들어도 don’t you worry 다시 피잖아 피어나는 내 color 시선들이 모여 빤히 나를 바라봐 그런 관심이 난 싫지 않아 싫지 않아 eh eh 다시 피어나는 꽃 Just gotta let it go OK Can you hear me now 이제 꽃길로 나 걸어갈 거야 그래 꽃들로 샤워할 거야 Take a flower shower (woo hoo woo hoo) 쏟아지는 flower Sing it sing it babe Wing it wing it babe Bring it bring it babe 꽃향기가 나네 eh eh Like doomda doomda Like doomda doomda Imma be forever young 새파래요 난 봄이 오면 Get Set Go 새로 피어나요 서두르지 마 계절처럼 돌아오잖아 머리부터 발끝까지 현아는 빨개요 날 좀 내버려 둬봐 마음에 없는 말 Give me your like, Give me your like eh eh 장미꽃이잖아 feel이 꽂히잖아 OK Let’s sing this song <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> 이제 꽃길로 나 걸어갈 거야 그래 꽃들로 샤워할 거야 Take a flower shower (woo hoo woo hoo) 쏟아지는 flower Sing it sing it babe Wing it wing it babe Bring it bring it babe 꽃향기가 나네 eh eh 영원할 거라 믿어 어느 날의 꽃처럼 우리는 왜 모르는 걸까 아님 모른 체하는 걸까 eh eh 질 때 지더라도 활짝 필래 하늘 하늘 하늘에 날리네 Never give up and I say never say never ooh Take a flower shower 쏟아지는 flower Sing it sing it babe Wing it wing it babe Bring it bring it babe 꽃향기가 나네 eh eh English Translation I just wanna be your flower, freshly red With my flowery scent, I lure in all the bees Even as flowers wither, don't you worry they will bloom again As I bloom in vivid colors, everyone stares at me They're all looking at me now, all of this attention I don't hate it Flowers bloom again, just gotta let it go, OK Can you hear me now I'm paving my own floral path I'm gonna shower myself with flowers Take a flower shower Shower me with flowers Sing it, sing it babe Wing it, wing it babe Bring it, bring it babe Doused in flowery scent Like doom da doom da Imma be forever young, fresh and green When spring comes, get, set, go, I bloom anew Don't be hasty, just like seasons, everything will return From head to toe, HyunA is red Just let me be, you don't mean what you say Give me your like It's like a rose, it's the same feeling, OK Let's sing this song I'm paving my own floral path I'm gonna shower myself with flowers Take a flower shower Shower me with flowers Sing it, sing it babe Wing it, wing it babe Bring it, bring it babe Doused in flowery scent I believe in forever Like a flower Why don't we all believe in forever? Or are we just in denial? Even if I wither, I want to bloom brightly Paint the sky with my vivid colors Never give up and I say never say never Take a flower shower Shower me with flowers Sing it, sing it babe Wing it, wing it babe Bring it, bring it babe Doused in flowery scent Romanized by K-Lyrics For You Hangeul and Info by Genie Music English Translation by HyunA YouTube Please Take Out With Full Credit K-Lyrics For You Lyrics, Korean Song, Kpop Song, Kpops Lyrics, Korean Lyrics from HyunA - Flower Shower Lyrics http://sinkpop.blogspot.com/2019/11/hyuna-flower-shower-lyrics.html Korean Song Lyrics Kpop Artis Korean Boyband Korean Girlband from Blogger Lirik Lagu Korea HyunA - Flower Shower Lyrics http://kpopslyric.blogspot.com/2019/11/hyuna-flower-shower-lyrics.html

[clouetvis]

Belle au réveil - ADAW 35/52 par Cécile Wurcker

[leesmenagerie]

I hope no one minds me sharing a couple pictures of this incredible gorgeous ball jointed doll I just received from Dust of dolls. She's 1/3 scale and a total knock out. I'm planning on making her a doll version of one of my book characters ❤️❤️