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rubyreduji · 2 years ago

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a sheep in wolf's clothing — kmg

summary: kim mingyu is the biggest player on campus, so why is he coming to you for sex help

tags: smut (minors dni!), college!au, inexperienced!mingyu, tutor!reader warnings: explicit protected sex, biting, hair pulling, fingering, attempted oral (f. receiving), mingyu is called puppy, pussy drunk mingyu, subby!mingyu, choking, praise, bondage/restraints, minor overstimulation wc: 7.2k an: the build up is kinda long and this is a lot longer than i was expecting it to be…but yay! gyu smut!

It’s early winter when Mingyu approaches you one day after a tutoring session. Finals are coming up soon, and after it will be winter break.

“Mingyu?” You look at him curiously.

Mingyu bows low to you. “Y/N-ah, please help tutor me in sex.”

You stare at him incredulously. What did he just say to you?

You smack him upside the head. “You idiot! You can’t just ask people that.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I just thought, well, you’ve been so nice about tutoring me with my classes that maybe you could help me with this as well.” There’s a guilty look on Mingyu’s face.

“Sex and algebra are not the same thing! You can’t just go around asking people to teach you about sex. It’s weird.”

“I’m sorry!”

“What are you going on about anyway? You’re like the biggest player I know. Girls are always lining up to hop on your dick.”

Your crude choice of words makes Mingyu blush, like he didn’t just ask you to sleep with him. “It’s never…good, when I do it,” he admits in a small voice. “I just thought maybe I could figure out why.”

Kim Mingyu is bad at having sex? That’s hilarious.

The other thing you don’t get though, is why you? You don’t have enough hands to count the number of people you know who have crushes on Mingyu. So why is he asking you to help him with this? You shake your head, it doesn’t matter, you’re not going to say yes.

You guess this may need some kind of context.

Right after midterms Mingyu approached you one day.

“Y/N.” You looked up to see Kim Mingyu standing in front of you.

You don’t really talk to Kim Mingyu. He’s in your seminar class and you know who he is, but you’re not really someone who is on his radar. He’s a frat boy and on the basketball ball team and hangs out with all of the people you try to generally avoid. Not that you don’t like Mingyu, he’s…sweet, just not someone you would go out of your way to spend time with.

“Mingyu?”

“Hi. I have a question. You’re smart right?”

“Is that the question?”

“What? Oh- no, no! I guess that was more of a segue into my actual question.”

“Which is…?”

“Oh right. I’m kind of failing a couple of classes and was wondering if maybe you could help tutor me? I can pay you if needed!”

“What subjects do you need help with?”

“Biology and Algebra. If I don’t pass I don’t graduate and then my dad’s gonna kill me.” Mingyu looks guilty and you sigh. Biology and Algebra are both freshman gen eds, but it’s not uncommon for people to push them back until their later years of college, which Mingyu must have done, and now he's struggling to pass them.

It was…a bit pathetic, if you're being honest, but you also feel a bit bad for the guy. Which is why you find yourself agreeing to help him out.

“I’m here! I’m here!” Mingyu comes rushing up to your table in the library. His face is red from exertion and papers are starting to spill out of his unzipped backpack.

You slide your headphones off your head to cast a glance at Mingyu from the corner of your eye. “You’re ten minutes late.”

“I know, I’m sorry! I promise I have a good reason though!” Mingyu takes a seat across from you.

“I don’t really care to hear it. Let’s just get started, yeah?” You shut the lid to your laptop, putting your own homework to the side. “What are you struggling with?”

“...all of it? I don’t know how to do any of it and both of my teachers hate me!”

You sigh. Mingyu better be paying you good money for this.

You spend the rest of your day with Mingyu in the library. He’s…not as helpless as you thought he would be, in all honesty he’s not dumb, he really just does need the extra help. Maybe new professors as well. The topics are easy for you to pick back up even though it’s been a while since you’ve studied them.

You take your time explaining them to Mingyu in a way that makes sense to him. You sit there with him as he works on his overdue homework, helping him when he needs it. You’re surprised that he can still turn the work in but he then tells you he was able to get an extension on it so he can graduate and stay on the basketball team. Stupid basketball bastard.

It’s going on four hours of sitting in the library when Mingyu starts to get unbearably antsy (he got regular antsy within the first thirty minutes of sitting down). You can tell he’s not going to be able to do much work anymore so you start to pack up your things.

“Wait, we’re not done!”

“I know, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“What does that even mean?”

You huff. “It’s going to take time to work on this. It’s not a one and done kind of thing. We can meet later in the week if you want but you’re not putting out your best work right now so let’s quit for the day, okay?”

“Yeah, okay, I guess you’re right.” Mingyu starts to pack up his things as well. “Thank you for your help so far though, I’m really starting to get it.”

“I’m glad. You’re smart Mingyu, you just need some help, and that’s what I’m here for.” You smile at him and Mingyu smiles at you back.

“No one’s ever called me smart before.”

“No one’s ever believed in you before,” you say with a shrug. Simple as that. You will admit you didn’t have much faith at the start either, but even in just four hours you saw the improvement in him. If only his professors could have just as much faith in him.

That was two months ago. You will say Mingyu’s grades have steadily been improving, enough that he’s not failing anymore and actually understands what’s happening on his tests, so he’s not wrong about you being a good tutor. You just weren’t expecting it to lead to…whatever he’s asking of you now.

Now that you think about it, a lot of your interactions make sense now that you're aware of his…lack of skills in the bedroom.

“So what’s the question you’re looking at?”

Mingyu turns his laptop to you so you can look over the question. You lean in closer to look at it properly before reaching over Mingyu to grab his scrap paper.

“Uh…”

“Yes?” You look at the boy.

“You’re just…really close.”

You roll your eyes and pull back. “Does a woman’s touch scare you Mingyu?”

“No! That’s not what I mean,” he pouts a bit. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“I don’t bite Mingyu. You’re the one who asked me to look over the question.”

“I know! I just-, nevermind. Can you just help me with the answer?”

That wasn’t the only instance like that. There was also that time he tried to buy you dinner and you teased him so badly he went home instead. You didn’t think you were actually flustering him. But it seems lately you can’t assume anything from Mingyu.

“Why did your stupid best friend ask me to help him with his stroke game?”

“He WHAT?!” Wonwoo chokes on his lunch as you sit down next to him. You know Wonwoo from some of your honors classes so you’re not sure why Mingyu didn’t ask him to tutor him but you can’t worry about that now.

“I’ve been tutoring him for two months now and he’s now asked me to tutor him on how to be good in bed. Every girl on his campus worships the ground he walks on and are all dying to get in his pants and you’re telling me he can’t even lick a pussy?”

Wonwoo snorts at your words. “Trust me, all of those girls have got him all wrong. That sexy cool guy act is just that, an act. They just want to think he’s like that. He’s actually a giant idiot who thinks he can get anything he wants by whining and using puppy dog eyes.”

“So you’re saying he can’t pleasure a girl because he’s a loser?”

“Basically. Anyone claiming to have hooked up with Mingyu are either too obsessed with the idea of Mingyu himself to admit it was bad, or haven’t even been with him and just want to brag. He’s not the player he wants people to think he is.”

“That doesn’t explain why he’s asking me for help.”

Wonwoo sighs, like he doesn’t want to tell you what he is about to. “You hooked up with one of our friends last semester and he may have bragged a bit about it and ever since the whole friend group now has this idea you’re some…sex deity or something.”

Now it’s your turn to snort at Wonwoo. “Excuse me? Sex deity, yeah right. I guess if we’re talking about DK then it makes sense. Kissing and telling is totally not cool though,” you scoff. “Wait- did Mingyu ask me to tutor him just because he wanted me to teach him how to be good at sex?”

“I do know for a fact that Mingyu is failing his classes, but I cannot confirm or deny if he had ulterior motives for asking you for help. I did tell him I wouldn’t give him help though. I gave up on trying to help him out freshman year.”

“This is crazy,” you mutter.

“So I’m assuming you told him no?” Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at you.

“Unlike some people, I don’t kiss and tell. Whether any ‘kissing’ happens or not.” With that you stand and walk away from Wonwoo.

The true answer is, you haven’t decided. You were so sure when he first asked you that it was going to be a no, but now you’ve hesitated giving him a solid answer for so long that you’re starting to question your own choices.

For one thing, you haven’t been laid since last semester when you hooked up with DK, which was seven months ago. You also like Mingyu. You’re not sure if you have any romantic feelings for him, but you for sure like hanging out with him as a friend, and you do trust him. He’s also, objectively, very attractive. Even if you’ve seen him trip over air before. You’d just be helping out a friend. How is it any different than what you’ve been doing?

It’s also the end of the semester. In reality anything goes wrong you can just ignore him until you graduate. It wouldn’t be that hard. There’s really no harm in just trying…right?

“Y/N.” You’re not expecting to see Mingyu at your apartment doorstep two weeks later. You avoided Mingyu during finals week and you haven’t had a reason to see him since the semester ended.

“Mingyu?”

“I just wanted to come here and apologize for what I said to you. It was completely inappropriate and I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I know you probably don’t want to see me anymore but I just wanted to thank you for helping me this semester. This is for you.” Mingyu holds out a small gift bag to you that you take tentatively.

Mingyu is about to start to walk away but you stop him. “Would you like to come inside?”

Mingyu hesitates, like you’re testing him. Eventually he allows himself to step through the threshold. He’s been to your place plenty of times within the last eight weeks, but right now he’s acting like this is the most uncomfortable place he could be right now.

“I talked to Wonwoo about you,” you tell him.

“O-oh…? Did he uhm, say anything?”

“He said lots of things, nothing too noteworthy though. Didn’t know DK had such a big ass mouth though.”

“It wasn’t because of DK why I asked you!” Mingyu jumps in to say, his voice raised all of a sudden. “Sorry I just, I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that?”

“So you don’t think I’d be good at sex?”

“What? No, wait! I do! No that I think about you having sex. Well I guess I do? Because I asked you? But not in that way. I do think you’re hot! I just-”

“Breathe Mingyu,” you laugh. “I’m messing with you.”

“DK isn’t why I asked you, I asked you because well, I trust you.” Mingyu’s voice is softer now and you can’t help but find him cute in this moment. “I understand why you don’t want to though, and-”

“I never said I didn’t want to, Mingyu.” Mingyu’s mouth drops open a bit. He suddenly looks invested in what you have to say. “I just needed time to think.”

“So…what did all of your thinking decide?”

“I think that you should come over here and kiss me.” It’s bold. Mingyu doesn’t hesitate to do so, though.

He’s on you within a second, his body dwarfing yours as he pushes his mouth up against yours. You two stay like that for a moment before you pull away.

“Okay, you definitely need help.”

Mingyu whines. “Already? I thought at least I was a good kisser.”

“What girls are lying to you?”

You realize that this is going to be a lot more difficult than you were expecting. Mingyu is truly inexperienced. It’s going to be awkward and a lot of stopping and starting but you’re committed now so if Mingyu doesn’t come out of this his own kind of sex deity, you’re going to be so mad at him.

“You’re too rough. You need to build it up. Girls like being able to be eased into things. You can be soft even when your dick’s not, right?” You two have relocated to your couch where you sit facing each other.

“Softer….okay. Can I try again?”

“Eager to kiss me again?”

“Y/N,” Mingyu whines.

“Fine, fine, come here.”

This time Mingyu’s approach is…softer. It’s also rigid as hell. It’s like kissing a dead fish.

“Mingyu.”

“What now? I’m doing what you said!”

“You’re doing nothing! You’re just sitting there. You have to at least put some effort into it, be interested.”

“Be interested, but don’t be over eager. How do I do that?”

You huff. “Just, let me take the lead. But please kiss back this time.”

You scoot closer to Mingyu to the point you’re almost on his lap. You cup his face and pull him towards you. He feels more loose, which is a good start. You press your lips to his you can feel Mingyu hesitate a moment before finally pressing back. It isn’t too firm and you slide your lips over his. You can hear the soft smacking noises of your lips and you rub your thumb over Mingyu’s cheek.

When you pull away Mingyu looks at you with wide eyes. “That was…so cool.”

You snort. “Cool?”

“I’ve never kissed like that.”

“I can tell.”

“Hey!”

“That’s how most girls want to be kissed, at first at least. Then when things feel right, you can start to deepen it. Get a little more passionate,” you explain.

“What do I do with my hands?” You get flashbacks to past tutoring sessions with Mingyu. You tell him something and he has thirty questions to follow.

“You just touch. Her back, her cheeks, her neck, her waist. Maybe her thigh. Have you never made out with a girl before? You have had sex before haven’t you?”

“Yes! It just was always super rushed and half drunk. I’ve never cum from a girl, and a girl has never cum from me.”

“That’s…sad, but we’re going to fix that. Also stop having drunk sex.”

“Is that why I can’t cum?”

“It’s probably because you’re doing something wrong. And we’re going to figure it out,” you tell him. “Now that you can kiss properly, let’s move on to the next part. Making out.”

“Isn’t that the same as kissing?”

“No. Kissing is soft, slow, innocent. Making out is more intimate and passionate. It’s the real build up into doing other things.” Without warning you crawl into Mingyu’s lap and plop yourself down. “Want me to show you?”

Mingyu’s pupils widen and he nods. “Please.”

You pull Mingyu into you by the back of his neck and smash your lips together. You press up against him, pushing him against the back of the couch. You move your lips against his. You feel Mingyu gently place his hands on your waist before kissing you back. His lips slide against yours, meeting your pace.

You break away from Mingyu for a second to catch your breath before diving right back in. It’s not the most experienced kissing, your teeth clash together and your noses keep bumping, but the passion makes up for it. You bury your fingers into the hair on the back of Mingyu’s head and you tug at it a bit and Mingyu mewls into your mouth.

“You like that?” You whisper to Mingyu and he nods frantically. Mingyu goes in to kiss you again but you stop him. “Eager are we? Remember, this is a teaching lesson, so you’re here to learn.”

“Y-yes Y/N.”

“Good boy.” Mingyu shudders at this and you smirk. “Next step is touching. Do you wanna touch me, Mingyu?” You ask and you swear to God Mingyu whines.

“Yes. Please let me touch you.”

“Where do you wanna touch, puppy?” The nickname slips out, but you can’t help it. That’s exactly what Kim Mingyu is. An eager, adorable little puppy. Mingyu seems to like it too, considering his physical reaction to being called the name.

“Anywhere, everywhere. Wherever you’ll let me Y/Nie.” He’s practically squirming under you, and you can already feel his bulge starting to strain against his pants under you.

“Well go ahead,” you tell him. “Touch me where you want to.”

With shaky arms Mingyu lifts his hands up to your breasts. He hesitates for a second and you nod at him and he pushes them forward, cupping your boobs in his palms. He squeezes there as he stares at his hands, like he can’t believe this is happening.

“Softer,” you tell him as you cover his hands with yours. You show him the right amount of pressure to squeeze with. “Here.” You push his hands off before pulling your shirt over your head so your bra is exposed and Mingyu’s eyes widen, staring at your cleavage.

He brings his hands up again to touch you. His fingertip traces along the top of your breast, before taking the whole thing in his hand. He paws at you and you let out a soft moan. This seems to encourage Mingyu and he kneads at your tit more, thumb brushing over the swell of it.

“Put it together with the kissing,” you tell him. Mingyu leans forward and you connect your lips. Your hand rests on his jaw as you guide the kiss. You push your tongue into Mingyu’s mouth and he lets you.

One of his hands continues to work at your boob, while the other runs up and down your back. It seems he’s getting more comfortable with you and the whole situation. You roll your hips in his lap, grinding down on his cock and he hisses. You giggle to yourself.

Mingyu’s hand moves down off your boob and trails down your torso before reaching around you. Both of his large hands clamp down on your ass, squeezing there. You moan into his mouth. Bold move. You throw your head back and Mingyu takes that opportunity to move his mouth down to your neck.

He presses kiss and bites against the exposed skin, licking the marks after he bites down. Just a big ole puppy.

“Mm, Gyu,” you mumble. “You’re doing so good right now. You’ve always been a fast learner though.”

“Only when it’s you,” Mingyu says against your neck.

Mingyu’s mouth moves farther and farther down until his lips press up against your breasts. He bites down particularly hard on your right one and you let out a cry of pleasure. “Shit, Mingyu.”

“S-sorry,” Mingyu pulls back quickly but you shove him right back where he was.

“No, don’t stop. So good.”

Mingyu seems to get what you mean and he continues what he was doing, biting and kissing all over your chest. His hands move up your back and you can feel him grab the clasp of your bra, but stop before doing anything. He’s waiting for permission. What a good boy.

“Go ahead Mingyu,” you tell him and two seconds later your bra is on the floor.

“Oh fuck, Y/N,” Mingyu’s hips buck up into yours as he stares at your exposed breasts. Your nipples are perky and staring straight at Mingyu. He stares right back.

“Well go on, touch ‘em.”

Mingyu brings his hand up and brushes his thumb over your nipple and you whine and push forward into his hand. This excites Mingyu and he does it again. He squeezes at the supple flesh there, watching the way his large hand envelopes your tit.

Your other boob is left untouched and Mingyu seems to realize this and he leans his head down to wrap his lips around your areola. His tongue darts out to flick at your nipple and you grind your hips down, your pussy screaming from the feeling of his hot mouth on your breast.

You throw your head back again and bury your hands into his hair, holding him in place as he feasts on your chest. You’ve never been too big on marks, but you find you can’t tell Mingyu to stop as he gnaws on your chest.

It takes you a minute or two to remember that you’re doing this for a reason. You do your best to try and clear your head as you push Mingyu away from you. “You’re…very good at that,” you say, trying to catch your breath.

“You’re so pretty Y/N,” Mingyu whispers to you as his thumb brushes against your waist. “Especially like this.” You look down to see the red marks starting to form on your chest.

“There's more to learn, pup,” you tell him. “You’re doing so good for me right now though.”

“Wanna learn more. Wanna do more.”

“First step is to get you out of this.” You tug at Mingyu’s shirt and he helps you pull it over his head.

You take a moment to stare at his bare chest. You’re aware he’s a fit, good looking guy, but you’re still stunned at what you see. His pecs are huge and his abs are like a washboard. You wanna drool all over his stomach. You can do that later, you have a task at hand right now.

“You know how to touch a pussy Mingyu?” You ask him.

Mingyu looks alarmed at your boldness and he averts his eyes from you. “Uhm…no.”

“That’s okay baby,” you grab his chin and force him to look at you again, “I’m gonna teach you all about it.”

You climb off his lap and Mingyu whines as you do. He shuts up real quick when he sees you shimmying out of your pants. You nod at him to do the same and Mingyu quickly pushes his pants down his legs and kicks them onto the floor.

You have a better view of his bulge this way, and you can already tell he’s huge. His cock presses tight up against his boxers, begging to be freed and played with. You push Mingyu back onto the couch and crawl back onto his lap, hovering over his thighs.

You slowly lower yourself down against him and grind your cunt against his length. Mingyu whimpers below you as you roll your hips in slow, teasing motions. You can feel almost everything with there only being two thin layers between you two. Your panties are already damp with your arousal and you stare at Mingyu in the eyes as you move against him.

“It’s so warm,” Mingyu mumbles.

“I’m wet. You did that pup. You’re gonna make it happen even more though, yeah?” Mingyu nods at you. “You know where the clit is?”

Mingyu doesn’t respond and that gives you your answer. You grab Mingyu’s hand and place it against your cunt. Mingyu’s face goes through multiple emotions before settling on one of amazement. You press two of his fingers against you until they catch on your clit. You stifle a moan as you start to move Mingyu’s fingers in small circles.

“Feel that? That’s the clit. Keep touching there.” Mingyu seems hesitant to do so, though.

“I don’t wanna do it wrong,” he tells you.

You grind your cunt down against his hand. “If you do it wrong I’ll tell you, but you better start touching me now or I’m kicking you out and getting myself off.”

This sets Mingyu in motion and he starts to move your clit around in circles. His touch is still a bit shy at first, light and fleeting and almost not enough, like he’s teasing you.

“More,” you tell him. You reach down and press his fingers hard against you. “Firm, but not harsh.”

“It’s so wet,” Mingyu says. He’s right. Your panties are soaked through now and you can feel the roughness of the pads of his fingertips against you.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “super turned on. Gonna need you to finger me soon.”

“F-finger you?”

“Mhmm,” you hum. “It’s easy, don’t worry. Just keep touching me like this for now.”

You lean down and capture Mingyu’s lips again. It takes him a moment to double task kissing you and touching your clit but he eventually gets the hang of it. You take one of Mingyu’s lips between your own and suck on it, pulling it into your mouth before releasing it and doing it all over again.

Mingyu moans and his fingers accidently press harder against your clit, causing you to moan as well.

“Fuck, do that again,” Mingyu groans.

“What? Suck on your lip?”

“Yeah, please.”

“Only if you stick your fingers in me.”

“Ah, Y/N, I’m not sure…”

“You’ve come this far already. I’m so needy for it Gyu, please?” You give him your best begging eyes. “You’re the one who got me all worked up, the least you can do is fix it. You’ll learn a valuable life skill as well.”

Mingyu contemplates it for a few more seconds before agreeing. “Okay. Just, show me how, please?”

You lift your hips up a bit and push your panties to the side before grabbing Mingyu’s hand and moving further between your legs. You press Mingyu’s fingers up to your entrance and slightly lower yourself down on them, so you’re half riding his hand.

“Just push them inside and move them in and out. Like you do with any fucking motion. If you want it to feel really good, curl your fingers and try to find my g-spot.”

“What if it doesn’t feel good?”

“Then we’ll stop and try again, or move on to something else. You’re learning Gyu, it’s okay.”

He still looks a bit weary, but he slowly pushes his fingers up in you and you bite down on your lip so you don’t scream out. His fingers are thick and you probably should have told him to start with one. He’s awkward with his technique and it’s more like he’s jamming his fingers into you, rather than thrusting.

“Gyu, Gyu, baby,” you mutter and you grab his wrist. “Remember, take your time, it’s okay.”

You pull his fingers out of you before rearranging his hands so only his pointer finger is sticking up. You help him guide it into you slowly and you start to pull his finger in and out of you, moving your hips along as you do.

You loosen your grip on Mingyu’s hand and he starts to take over. “Mm, just like that pup. Can you curl your finger, like uh, like this.” You make the come hither motion and Mingyu does the same. You can feel his fingertip scrape against your walls, before pushing right up against where you want it.

You gasp and grind down against Mingyu’s hand. “Right there Gyu. Keep hitting right there. Add another finger too.”

Mingyu does as told and you work on holding up your end of the bargain. You pull Mingyu’s bottom lip into your mouth and suck on it before tugging at it with your teeth. You drag your teeth over his lip before releasing it. His lip is plump and slightly red when you pull away, but his pupils are blown wide.

Without him having to ask, you dive in to do it again, enjoying his reaction. You don’t think Mingyu realizes this, but as you suck on his lip his fingers start to thrust harder into you. The harder you suck, the deeper his fingers go. Not only does it feel good but the fact he doesn’t even know he’s doing it is so hot.

You break your lips away from Mingyu, both of you a little breathless. Your mouth isn’t lonely for long though as you dip down to press kisses against his neck. Not many guys you hook up with are into it, but Mingyu seems like the type who would, and you are so right. Mingyu mewls as you suck a mark right into the junction of his neck.

You can feel him shifting under you, his boner is probably painfully hard right now.

Mingyu’s fingers are now drenched from your arousal and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer by the second. Your legs start to tremble and you bite down onto Mingyu’s pec as your pussy spasms. You feel your whole body flood with pleasure as you ride Mingyu’s fingers.

“Y-Y/N? Are you okay?” Mingyu asks you softly. His free hand cradles your face and he looks at you with big eyes.

You gently pull his fingers out of you as you laugh, sinking into his body. “More than okay Gyu,” you mutter. “You just made a girl cum for the first time.”

“Wait, I made you cum? Just now?” You nod into his chest. You look up at Mingyu to find him looking down at you in awe.

For a fleeting second you think about how you just taught him how to finger a girl. How he can now go out and use those skills on anyone who’s willing (and that list is quite long).

The idea makes you…a little jealous to be honest. The thought of Mingyu using the skills you’ve taught him on another girl. You do get some satisfaction knowing that no matter who he uses them on though, you’re the one who taught him it.

You shake your head, why are you even thinking like that? Mingyu isn’t your boyfriend. This is just a tutoring lesson, nothing different than what you’ve been doing with him.

“Ready for your next lesson?” You ask him, banishing those thoughts from your mind.

“Yes!”

You caress his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “You wanna learn how to use your mouth? Lick all over my cunt and make me feel good?”

Mingyu whines. “Yes Y/N, please.”

You slide off his lap and lay yourself down on the couch. You spread your legs a bit and you let Mingyu stare at you for a second. “Well come here pup.”

Mingyu quickly moves so he can place his face between your legs. His fingers run along the soft skin of your thighs. “How do I…”

“Uh, remember the clit from earlier? You just kind of suck and lick at it. Then if you want to do more you can do what you did with your fingers, but with your tongue instead,” you explain. Mingyu nods his head along, like he’s soaking up every word you’re saying.

Mingyu dips down between your legs and experimentally juts his tongue out and licks at your clit. His tongue is hot and wet and you need more. You let out a little encouraging hum and Mingyu dives in more. He laps at your clit, he’s a bit rough with it, but you don’t stop him, enjoying the roughness.

You reach down and bur your hands in his hair, tugging a bit. He hums against you and the vibrations go right into your clit, just as you hoped. Mingyu wraps his lips around your bud, sucking it into your mouth. You’re just about to tell him to suck a bit harder when you suddenly scream out, and not in the good way.

“Fuck, Mingyu!” You instinctively smack Mingyu against the head and he lets up. “Gyu what the hell?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He quickly backs away from you.

You sigh. It’s not his fault, he didn’t know. “You can’t bite down on the clit, it’s sensitive. How would you like it if someone bit the tip of your cock. If you really wanna use your teeth, just scrape, don’t bite.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Mingyu whispers. You scoot closer to him. He looks afraid of touching you, but you reach out and grab him instead.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay. Don’t worry about it. You’re still learning, you’re not going to be perfect the first time. I’m sorry for smacking you.”

“No, I probably deserve it. I know you didn’t mean to.”

“Exactly. We both did something we regret, and now we can forgive and forget, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay.” Mingyu still seems a little nervous but you just kiss at his jaw.

“We can come back to it another day, okay pup?”

“A-another day?”

“Yeah, remember, Rome wasn’t built in a day. I promise I’ll suck your dick then too, show you how a real girl should take care of you.” Mingyu nearly drools on you. “But let’s move to something more fun, yeah? Gonna show you how to use that big cock of yours.”

“Please,” Mingyu begs, his shy demeanor suddenly gone again. “My cock is so hard.”

“I know, that must hurt a lot. C’mon puppy, we’re gonna move to my bed, okay?” You crawl off of Mingyu and he scrambles to his feet. He hurries after you as you lead him to your bed. “Boxers off, on the bed.”

Mingyu quickly obeys. He strips his boxers off and climbs onto the bed, his back resting against your headrest. His dick rests against his stomach and you lick your lips at the sight. Just as you suspected, his cock is HUGE. Long and thick in all the right ways with a delicious vein running along his whole length. Yeah, you’re definitely going to have to suck his dick at some point.

“Now puppy,” you crawl onto the bed, sitting on your knees as you face Mingyu, “are you going to let me tie you up?”

Mingyu’s hips buck into the air involuntarily and he blushes. “I- uh, I’ve never thought about that but, I think I want to try.”

“Good boy.” You climb off the bed and move over to your closet. You can feel Mingyu’s eyes trail your naked form and you take your time bending down and picking out what you’re looking for.

When you turn around Mingyu is still staring shamelessly. A soft tie that you think once belonged to an ex is in your hands and you saunter back up to Mingyu. You climb over him, straddling his waist, your bare pussy hovering over his abs. You’re sure you could grind your clit to completion against them.

You lean over Mingyu’s face, bringing his wrists up over his head. You tie them to your headboard before leaning back. Mingyu’s gaze follows your tits that were just in his face and you roll your eyes. “Eyes up here pup.”

Mingyu blushes and drags his eyes up to meet yours. “Sorry.”

“If you want your arms to be let down, just tell me and I’ll untie you, okay?” He nods. “That’s a good boy.”

You lean down and kiss Mingyu. Your lips clash against each other, but Mingyu easily lets you have the dominance. You lower your body down onto him, grinding your clit against his abs. Your prediction was right. The grooves as his muscles catch on your clit.

“Fuck puppy, you’re such a good boy.”

“Y/N, please. Need to cum so bad.”

“Well since you asked so nicely.”

You reach over to your bedside table and grab a condom out of one of your drawers. You move down Mingyu's body and you roll it onto him. You notice his cock is already starting to produce precum and you resist the urge to lean down and lick it off.

Once you have the condom secured you hover over his lap and line him up to your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto him. It takes a second for him to get into you, due to his large size.

Little by little, you’re able to fuck yourself down to his base. Your pussy is stuffed full and you swear you can feel him pressing up against your stomach.

“Gyu, how can you be this big, but have no clue how to use it?”

“I don’t know,” he whines, “but you feel so good right now. I think I’m gonna combust.”

“Don’t. Not until I say so.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Mingyu says.

“Now be quiet pup, I’m gonna show you how this thing should actually be used.”

You brace yourself on Mingyu’s chest and start to roll your hips slowly. His cock stretches at your walls as it moves in and out of you. You bite your lip, half in concentration, half in covering up your moans.

Eventually you’re about to find a good pace that’s not too fast but not painfully slow. You can hear the soft noises Mingyu is releasing, letting you know how good he feels.

“You’re being so good for me baby,” you tell him as you lean down and press a kiss to his pec.

“Feels so good Y/N,” Mingyu whimpers. “Never felt a pussy as good as yours.”

The idea that you’re the best Mingyu’s ever had drives you crazy and you start to pick up your pace. You fuck yourself on Mingyu’s dick, hard and fast. Underneath you, Mingyu is a mess. As good as this is making you feel, you know Mingyu is even closer to falling apart than you are.

“Y/N, please,” he begs.

“Please what puppy?”

“Please, choke me.” The request isn’t what you were expecting, but you’re not mad at it.

You slide your hand up his chest and to his neck. You slide your fingers into the right place for safe choking and squeeze slightly. “Aww, does my pretty puppy like when my hand is collar?”

Mingyu just nods to the best of his ability, his breath coming out in small puffs.

“What a good boy for me.” You lean forward and kiss his forehead. “Look at you, all fucked out. That’s been your problem baby. You’ve never been successful because you need someone to take care of you, don’t you? You’re just a pliant little pup who needs to be bossed around.”

Mingyu whimpers at your words and you know you’re right. It’s almost laughable. The big, campus “player” is nothing but a submissive puppy who didn’t even know how to kiss until two hours ago.

It’s kind of hot though, discovering Mingyu’s kinks before anyone else can. This is just for you and him. You lean down and press your lips against Mingyu’s. Your grip on his throat helps you guide his face to yours and press hard and firm against him, wanting to taste every part of him.

You’re not sure what you were expecting when you agreed to help Mingyu out with this, but it definitely wasn’t how intimate it feels right now. You can’t say you hate it though. Mingyu’s body pressed against yours, your breaths mingling as his fat cock crams up against your cervix.

“Nngh, Y/N, close,” Mingyu mutters to his best abilities. “Please. Needa cum.”

“Aw, doesn’t my puppy want me to let him cum?” He nods. “Hmm, well since this is your first time being able to cum during sex, I guess I’ll let you have this. Come on puppy, give it to me.”

Mingyu sighs in relief at your words and he thrusts up into you once, twice, and then he’s cumming, painting the condom white with his semen. You don’t let him catch a break though, continuing to fuck yourself with his cock so you can cum too.

Mingyu whimpers with overstimulation as you reach down to furiously rub at your clit. You can tell Mingyu is dying to help but his hands are still tied up. You feel your stomach start to tighten up and then your legs are giving out and you fall against Mingyu, your cunt throbbing against him. You pant into his chest as you roll your hips lazily trying to prolong your orgasm as much as you.

When it seems that it’s over you reach up and untie Mingyu’s arms before gently lifting yourself off him and flopping down onto the bed.

“Normally after sex you do aftercare. Drinking water, going pee, cleaning up. Cuddles if needed,” you explain, still a little out of breath.

“Do you…want to cuddle?” Mingyu looks at you with innocent eyes and you melt a little.

“Uh, yeah, if you want to.”

“I’m always open to cuddles!” It sounds like a message that would be pre-recorded in a Valentine’s Day teddy bear, but you guess that kind of sums up Mingyu.

“Lemme go pee and get some water, and then we’ll cuddle okay?” You get up and go through your list of things you need to do. When you make it back to your bed it seems Mingyu has cleaned himself off with a tissue and you hand him a cup of water that he happily chugs down.

You climb back into your bed and slip under the cover. Mingyu does the same and you bury yourself into his side. His body is warm and still buzzing with that after sex glow and you rest your head on his chest. Neither of you bothered to get dressed and you relish in the feeling of his bare skin against yours.

“Y/N-ah?” Mingyu whispers and you look up at him. “Thanks for doing this. It uh, means a lot to me.”

“Yeah well, I got something out of it too, so no big deal.”

“I know but, I’m just really happy it’s you.”

The words hold a second meaning to them that you can’t quite place yet. You don’t respond, just press yourself up against Mingyu tighter. You can wonder about the future for you and Mingyu after you’re done cuddling.

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ilium-ilia · 2 months ago

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As Your Skin Gives

ghoap x fem!reader | pet!au | masterlist

Chapter Four: bath time

tw: non-con, threats, stalking

Johnny lets you sleep after he’s had his fun with you.

It’s odd how easy it comes. Your throat is battered—raw and bruised—and your head pounds from overexertion and dehydration with such ailing pain that you never thought you’d get any rest. You swore you’d only be able to rest once you are dead, yet you’re out before your brain can even make sense of it. Exhaustion clings to you with unwavering nails despite it all, and it grants you proper rest sometime after Johnny forced you to drink a glass of water.

Well, as proper of a rest as one can get in your predicament.

Terrors plague you even with your eyes closed. A twisted fate slithers through your subconscious, damning you to relive the horrors already forced upon you, as well as those you’re certain are soon to come. Just like you attempted to in real life, you rage against the unfairness of it all—against the greedy hands and wet tongue—against the blade on your skin and the fingers around your throat—and just like in real life, you fail.

Even in your dreams, you cannot escape the strange beast who calls itself Simon, nor its loyal pet.

When you wake and you are brutally forced back into consciousness, you are immediately aware of the hand resting on the side of your face. It’s heavy and firm as thick fingers gently glide along your skull. It almost feels comforting. Some emollient touch to soothe away the pain. It’s the most at ease you’ve felt since you’ve been brought to this wretched place.

For a moment, it reminds you of your mother. She used to caress your face like this when you were a child, too sick to attend school. Burning up with a raging fever, it always felt like she was dispersing the heat throughout your body so that you would cool down faster—so that it could fade away into the air and leave you revitalized.

You are quick to realize that it’s only a wolf in sheep’s clothing when your eyes flutter open and you’re met with Johnny’s innocent grin. He’s laying next to you on the bed, head propped up on his pillow, face half hidden in the sheets.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

One would assume he’s being sweet for whispering such a compliment to you, but you know very well that he is not. The way his cock abused your throat—and nearly your cunt—was far from kind, yet the lilt of his voice and the softness of his fingers attempt to trick you.

You say nothing in response to him as you continue to lay there, motionless. Perhaps if you don’t move, he’ll forget that you’re here. It feels wrong to accept a compliment from a dog such as him, but he doesn’t seem to mind your silence. All Johnny is focused on is the lines of your face and the softness of your skin as he continues to trace you.

He’s a different person than he was earlier. Softer. It’s as if he cares about you—more than just some doll for him to fuck. You almost allow it to lull you into a false sense of security, but that confidence shatters the moment you hear water gushing through a spout somewhere in the house.

Your ears perk up at the sound, and you’re painfully aware of everything. Not just the dull ache that permeates every cell in your body, but the lack of clothing on your legs, your still-sticky and exposed thighs, and the booming footsteps that approach in the hallway. A heavy alarum rattles your senses, and that urge to flee broils in the bit of your stomach again.

“It’s alright, Bonnie. It’s just Simon,” Johnny soothes.

It’s just Simon. He says it like you shouldn’t be afraid—as if he’s not the man who drugged you at work and brought you home to be used like a chew toy. There’s no time for you to correct him or voice your distaste before that lumbering beast is standing at the end of the bed. You want to close your eyes and pretend he isn’t here—that none of this is really happening—but his presence is all consuming. It looms and demands to be seen and felt, and it isn’t any easier to ignore the way Johnny turns his attention to him with a wide grin.

“Did you play nice?” Simon asks.

“I did, I did what you told me, I promise,” Johnny answers earnestly.

The bed shakes as he shifts positions. No longer laying beside you, Johnny instead crawls to the foot of the bed on his hands and knees like a loyal dog. His collar rattles around his throat as he reaches his hands up to rest on Simon’s chest in some pitiful display of submission. Simon stares down at him for a moment before a hand reaches for his throat where he gives his collar a small tug.

“Good boy,” he praises.

All it takes is another simple tug to get Johnny’s lips onto his, and you continue to lay there with dull eyes while they embrace one another. It feels wrong watching them like this. Simon shouldn’t be capable of such tenderness, and still the muffled sound of their lips separating with a sharp smack! rings clear.

You fear that he will expect that same sort of greeting from you when he pulls away from Johnny and turns his attention to you, but you very quickly realize by the darkness in his gaze that he will demand no such thing.

“C’mon, pet. Bath time.”

There’s a deep shame that’s been plaguing you since the moment you first woke up this morning. Confusion and lugubrious frustration combines like fire and ice in your brain, searing all working neurons where they’re left to fester. There is no easy way out of this.

Out of any of this.

Simon is surprisingly patient with you as you slowly move your beaten body out of the bed, and Johnny stares at you with parted lips as if he’s watching a bird attempt to fly for the first time. Your teeth creak in your mouth as you hide your exposed body as best as you can, but Simon doesn’t seem interested in you being a prude.

“This way,” he orders.

Bare feet slide along the wood floor as you follow behind him like a wounded animal as he leads you down the hallway. Much to your surprise, Johnny stays behind, almost as if he suddenly cares about your privacy despite the fact he ravaged you for hours on end not too long ago.

It doesn’t matter. Cut off one head, and two more replace it, and Simon—this freak of a man—has the strength of two jaws in one being.

It isn’t until you reach the bathroom that you realize just how antiquated the house is. A beautiful porcelain tub, complete with a brass faucet, sits towards the back of the room, and though there are modern modifications and updates made with the toilet and sink, the old charm of bygone days still haunts the room in the cracks in the ceiling. Everything is well taken care of—completely spotless and fresh—but it doesn’t do much to ease your mind.

You know what’s about to happen to you.

“Shirt off. Hurry up,” Simon prompts.

Your shirt is the last piece of clothing that protects whatever dignity you have left, and you hate how easy it is for you to slip it over your torso. Every other part of you has already been explored—this feels like nothing. You don’t even mourn it as you toss it onto the floor where it crumples against the tile like a limp fawn.

A lump threatens to choke you as Simon’s hand rests against the midsection of your back, and you nearly cry out when he presses you towards the tub. Thin wisps of steam rise on the mirror-like surface of the water, and when he helps you in, it almost feels nice when it envelopes you. Despite the muscle-melting warmth, you don’t feel any less tense. You’re out of your element—you’re fully aware of that—and you try to keep your teeth from chattering as you avoid his gaze.

Simon doesn’t speak as he retrieves a handful of toiletries from the counter before he kneels next to the tub. There’s no ledge for him to place them on, but he seems happy keeping them lined up on the floor. He retrieves a bottle of body wash, and you almost move your hands up, expecting him to hand it to you.

He doesn’t.

You quickly realize that he means to wash you himself.

Cold gel presses against you, and you close your eyes in a pitiful attempt to pretend that you’re somewhere else. Simon’s hands are firm as he begins to scrub the entire length of your body. Despite the soap, it feels like he’s ruining you; like his touch soils every inch of skin he comes into contact with.

He huffs when he scrapes a bit of Johnny’s dried cum off of your stomach, and you’re not sure if it’s supposed to be a laugh or not.

“Johnny give you water today?” Simon suddenly asks.

The swollen flesh of your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth as you ponder his question. Johnny had nearly waterboarded you with his enthusiasm earlier, trying to give you enough water to drown an elephant. In a way, it was nice as it helped to soothe the drug induced migraine that’s been plaguing you all day, and still… it’s a bitter reminder that you’re less than human now.

You nod.

“Can’t hear you,” he bites. His hand suddenly grows tense, firmly gripping your leg as he pauses his endeavor in washing you.

“Yes!” you correct with a squeak. “He did.”

Humming, Simon continues to wash you up. There is not a single inch of you that he leaves untouched. Legs, arms, torso—he scrubs everywhere, and is unabashed. With his bare hands, he nudges your thighs open to scrub the sordid state of your sex. The sting that follows with his less than kind touch forces your eyes to squeeze shut, and you will your mind to focus on something else. Anything else. The warmth of the water, the cool porcelain against your back—

—the way the shower gel smells familiar.

“Did he fuck you?”

Simon’s question comes sudden and sharp. Eyes fluttering back open, you keep your gaze fixated on the water around you. “No.”

His hands pause for a short moment before rigid fingers dig into either side of your jaw. His grip is piercing and unforgiving as he gives you no option but to look up at him as he contorts your neck to his will. Blood fills your mouth as the insides of your cheeks dig into your teeth, and your eyes water with the sting.

“Look at me. Don’t lie to me. I’ll know if you’re lying,” he barks. “Did he fuck you?”

Everything he said to Johnny in the morning hits you like a tidal wave as he demands the truth you’ve already given to him. You vividly recall how he ordered Johnny not to have sex with you in fear that you might get pregnant. Worse, how he would have to get rid of you because of it. You remember how you begged Johnny not to rape you as he nearly pressed his cock into you—how terrified you were—how terrified you are.

It’s impossible to control the way your bottom lip begins to tremble. A single hot tear scorches your face and you curse it as it rolls down your cheek. There’s a pitiful attempt to shake your head, but it’s halted by Simon’s iron-like grip—it takes a firm squeeze from him before you’re finally able to open your mouth.

“He didn’t, he didn’t fuck me, I-I promise,” you babble. “He did other things, but not that, I swear!”

Simon’s expression is stony and indifferent as he scans your face. He drinks in the way your body trembles and wets beneath his touch, and he licks his lips as he hums. You’re so close to him that you can smell the tobacco on his breath, and see the way scars taint his face in unobstructed detail.

Finally, he relinquishes his grip on your face before standing.

“Good girl.”

Once he’s finished cleaning up, Simon dries you off with one of the largest towels you’ve ever seen. There’s no longer that layer of grime from sweat and cum that taints your body, but you know it’s going to take much more than plain water to wash away the shame that continues to haunt the creases of your skin.

When you’re fully dried, Simon faces you towards the mirror as he stands behind you, and you’re finally able to see all the damage Johnny’s done to you. Several angry scratches puff up along the ridges of your hips and the soft tissue of your breasts. It’s how he stakes his claim on you. You’re surprised he hadn’t carved his name into your skin with a knife.

You’re quick to learn that those wounds are not the only claim you’ll have to bear.

Quiet, metallic jingling sounds as Simon retrieves a collar out of his pocket. It’s plain—made of leather, it bears a single charm, just like Johnny’s. You try to stand as still as possible as he reaches around you and begins to fasten it along your throat—not hard enough to choke you, but firm enough to know that you shouldn’t take it off.

You avoid his gaze in the mirror as he works. You try to look anywhere else; the floor the counter, your clothes—

Your clothes.

A stark realization washes over you as you notice the pile of fabric on the counter before you. They’re folded with the utmost care, yet even through the creases, you can make out that these are your clothes. These are your jeans; the very pair you had lamented to your mother about misplacing. The hearts embroidered on the back pockets stare up at you as if taunting you.

And that scent on your skin? That body wash? It’s the same exact brand you’ve used for years. The one that always leaves your skin silky smooth and doesn’t flare up your allergies.

Wide eyes meet Simon as you gather the courage to look in the mirror. He finishes securing your latest accessory, and you swear you see him smirking.

“Welcome home, Bonnie.”

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yeopoet · 7 months ago

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GET HER BACK!

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 𝖨 𝖶𝖠𝖭𝖭𝖠 𝖡𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖪 𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖳, 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖡𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖮𝖭𝖤 𝖳𝖮 𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖳𝖢𝖧 𝖨𝖳 𝖴𝖯.

📢 𓏸𓈒 synopsis: after struggling to heal from the damage you caused to their friendship and hearts, three longtime friends hatch a plan for revenge. they recruit kang yeosang, the shy guy with no game, to make you experience your first heartbreak and taste your own medicine.

📢 𓏸𓈒 starring: player fem!reader x law student!yeosang, barista!wooyoung, dancer!san, music student!jongho. side characters: hongjoong, seonghwa, mingi, yunho, winter (aespa) and karina (aespa).

📢 𓏸𓈒 genres: social media au (smau), college au, strangers to lovers, lovers to enemies, fluff, (bad) humor, can't get over my ex <3, romance, written parts, brotherhood lol, "john tucker must die" type of beat, hints of poly.

📢 𓏸𓈒 warnings: kys/kms jokes, suggestive, cursing, mentions of sex and sex jokes (more tba).

📢 𓏸𓈒 taglist: if you want to be notified whenever there’s an update, send an ask or comment your username on this post.

📢 𓏸𓈒 author's note: i'm so excited about this! i tried something similar back when i was part of enhablr (it didn't work) but it feels like i'm finally happy with this version. i hope you enjoy it as much as i’m enjoying writing it!

📢 𓏸𓈒 profiles: no bitches mean girlz

EP01 — SETBACKS AND DRUNK CALLS

EP02 — WOLF IN A SHEEP'S CLOTHING

EP03 — WOOYOUNG HAS COMPLETELY LOST IT

EP04

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lani-heart · 3 months ago

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|| series masterlist || next // previously ||

genre(s) -> slow-burn, soulmate au, Hunger Games au paring(s) -> ATEEZ OT8 x FEM!READER warning(s) -> murder, mental health, gore, suicidal thoughts. words -> 2.5k

abstract -> who said sacrifices were easy?

Y/N’S PERSPECTIVE

“What are you two planning?” he asked me and the male tribute… and I didn’t know how to answer. What was I going to showcase after a few days of training? All I’ve been practicing was fish tackling for fishing, swimming, and studying the plants in humid plains. My ally was of help but she couldn’t even wield a spear… how was I a threat to anyone?

“The best thing for the two of you would be to act weak… then you won’t be a target for the career's best-case scenario, where you’d get an average score and won’t be targeted for a while,” he said, and suddenly, the elevator opened… We walked in and saw District Twelves’s mentor.

Kim Hongjoong. The Devil in Disguise… The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing.

Jeonghan stepped forward standing next to him while we stood before our mentor.

“I heard you’re trying this year,” he said to Jeonghan, earning a scoff.

“I heard you left your tributes to die?” he asked and Hongjoong laughed. How could you laugh when people were dying when you knew what this felt like? When you didn’t even want to help them… when they were just in your position?

“They don’t have what it takes… most of my district doesn’t,” he said and the doors opened as we walked off. I don’t know what came over me but I turned behind me to see him looking at us.

He waved his right hand making my eyes widen. Another red string connecting to me?

“Whatever happens here is fine… okay so don’t get too nervous, they go in order of district with the male tributes going first. Good luck”

Everyone, starting from District One and ending at District Twelve, sat in silence, waiting to be called. This was all to showcase how we could survive or kill one another.

It felt like forever when it was finally my turn… with everyone’s eyes on me as I walked.

I went inside to see the game makers. Jeonghan had mentioned that they’ll be on edge and watch every tribute this year since Hongjoong won.

Last year, he was given a meek rating of two… he truly was considered weak. But Jeonghan said to avoid that—not only would I be targeted, but sponsors wouldn’t help me, which is something he told me I needed to heavily rely on.

I still didn’t know what to do so I could use a weapon… so when I decided to go to the plants they laughed and conversed with themselves. They didn’t pay attention to me after.

I didn’t know if that was good or not so… I had to think of something to bump my score, anything even a little. So I practiced memorizing beaches and tropical plants when I realized… Maybe I should talk to them.

“This year's arena is favoring District 4 right? Either beach or ocean?” I asked as I looked behind me slightly and they stopped talking to look at me. I smiled as I got confirmation what I was doing was correct. I was relieved as I continued, facing away from them as I showed them everything I chose of tropical plants… stating I knew from the start what they were planning.

“You want District Four to win this year… but respectfully I don’t think they will,” I said as I finished and bowed, thanking them for my time as I walked out and I was confident. Walking passed all the other District tributes to the outside where I was going to find Jeonghan.

“I’m guessing they weren’t as observant?” I heard and I saw Hongjoong. “That doesn’t matter,” I said, not wanting to tell him anything. “It doesn’t matter about this small little detail. If you were smart like your district is known for… you’d stop fighting for your life. The victor's life wouldn’t suit you” he said and I was confused about what he meant.

“Seonghwa may put hope in your head if your brother already hadn’t but trust me. Death would suit you better than a cage” he said and I didn’t understand…

You’d think being soulmates would—

“y/n!” I heard and I saw Jeonghan’s glare. I walked to him and he looked at me angrily. “Come on,” he said as he led me away from the lobby where I heard Hongjoong’s laugh… we walked away from my psychotic and knowing soulmate. When we were finally out of the public’s view… I had to ask.

“What did—“ “I think it's time to make a choice… he’s right you know. Living in a cage isn’t fun at all,” he said, cutting me off and I didn’t know what anything meant. What did Hongjoong mean?

We were on the elevator when he asked what I did.

“Plants at first—“ he sighed disappointedly “—but then I asked them about the arena,” I said and his eyes widened. “Why would you do that!? You needed to take the chance rather than…” He yelled but stopped as he saw my reassuring smile… “I needed to know… if I was right or not so I could see if what I calculated was wrong. Jeonghan…” I said and he looked at me worried. Like everything could come crumbling down… the stress in his eyes was evident but I gave him a relieved smile of my own.

“Jeonghan… I was right it's an arena for District Four”

The next step was now waiting for results. Seeing if we could get a high enough score to not be a target and be low enough to also not be a target. However, this year the careers were deadly, the highest ranking being eleven.

My tribute partner ranked a two for my escort to try to cheer him up while Jeonghan didn’t even try. He waited for mine. I knew he deserved to fight for his life too but… it was him or me and I had to choose myself for Junghwan.

“It’s okay dear, it’s different in the arena” our escort comforted the boy crying next to me as my name was called out and then a score…“So y/n, a score of… 10” I felt my eyes widen. Just for telling them what arena I knew?

“Ok… not bad but you did put a target on your back,” Jeonghan said and I felt scared. More than ever.. in just three days of training and now the results of our showcase were… terrifying.

Tomorrow is the interview… everything was suddenly going so fast. After the interview, I'd step into my death if I didn’t play it right.

While everyone went to sleep I didn’t know what to do… At first, it felt like a nightmare… What would I even say tomorrow?

“Let me tell you a piece of advice, kid” I heard and I saw Jeonghan with a drink in his hand as he approached me. He put a hand on my head trying to comfort me when he asked…

“You have people to live for don’t you?” I nodded… Junghwan but also… “You said you met your soulmate… is it in your district or here in the capital?” He asked and I didn’t see any point to lie when I might die in the next day or so. Besides… I think I could trust Jeonghan.

“My stylist and Hongjoong…” I said and he sighed almost like he was also debating on what to tell me... “The minute a victor leaves you get crowded with lights and pretty words from the capitalites and they idolize you but they don’t know nor do they ever realize that you were killed in there… that you have blood staining your hands that won’t ever come out,” he said and I didn’t think of the guilt afterward…. Survivors' guilt.

“But then you meet the president and he will seem to give you a good life and deals… but be smart. Don’t go against the president… or the ones you love will be killed off one by one. Your brother and your stylist could die at any minute just because you misbehaved” he said and I nodded.

Act good… behave.

“Hongjoong had lost his parents this year because he didn’t follow that rule. I can tell that the only thing pushing you is your brother… otherwise, this would be complete suicide so I don’t want to see what could happen if your brother died because of something you did”

Behave… I’d just have to act the part. Jeonghan said he had to learn to put on a fake mask in front of the audience. I’d have to do the same… be charming, cute, and perfect in their eyes. Get sponsors… and make me a loveable victor that they wouldn't want to see die

His games… he showed me them and he told me everything he did as well as his thought process. He made an elaborate plan and lied to them to gain sponsors. Those same sponsors are the reason he won… so what would I do?

“Hello again” I heard and I saw Seonghwa. My soulmate… someone I wanted to protect but would he look at me the same after seeing what I'd do if I did survive? “Are you ready to look like you belong from the capital?” He gave me a smile. How… could he be from the capital and smile knowing tomorrow there’d be so many deaths?

“You’ll win. You got a score of ten, that's impressive you know!” He praised me as he started doing my hair. He talked on and on about his plans for me and praised me for my score. He was clinging to the idea of me surviving…

He was just as desperate as I was but… the thought ran around my head. Isn’t it better to just… have to protect my brother? He’s safer with everyone thinking that I had only my brother.

I don’t think I'd ever forgive myself if I was the reason for his death. I can’t imagine… having to attend his funeral or living my life knowing it was all my fault. Not when he looked at me with admiration, hope, and… love.

“Here, let’s get you to put on the dress my love, it’s going to make you look heavenly!”

“So y/n!!” I heard the caster say as I walked onto the stage in the white feathered dress with gold accessories adorning my hair neck and arms.

“Well don’t you look like an angel” he smiled. Boo Seungkwan… Jeonghan told me he knew him personally and trusted his character. So I could do the same and I found comfort in him weirdly enough…

“Now, when you were chosen I had goosebumps. Everything was silent unlike the previous districts since yours is the cut-off from careers. But the boy… his pleas were heartbreaking. Can you tell me about him?” He asked and I nodded. I couldn’t help but smile thinking of my silly brother.

“He's my brother… he turned twelve this year,” I said and he smiled softly. “How about your parents?” He asked and I shook my head.

“Our parents died a few years back… it’s been only the two of us since then. It’s why… I need to win” I said and I heard the awws from the audience. How could they aww to two orphans and a boy potentially losing his only family left… orphans who lost their parents to peacemakers… workers for their president?

When it was their rules they implemented… that we had to live this way?

“I see my dear… may the odds be ever in your favor for his sake. Let’s talk about the parade… Your dress was a fan favorite. The feathers made you look… like an angel!” He said and I smiled.

“My stylist had a good eye,” I said and he chuckled “Well of course and even today's dress!” He announced and I smiled. “I could give you a spin?” I offered and he nodded as we stood up.

He took my hand and twirled me. It cascaded feathers down to the crowd which capitilites tried to get. The dress even had two parts where the feathers separated almost making it look like wings “Even if this dress gives this light, your district represents power. How does this reflect that?” He asked and I chuckled.

“Light is important, isn’t it? Without district three we wouldn’t have electricity let alone the light. We need something to shine in our lives at the hardest times Mr. Boo'' I said and he smiled.

“You’re very right my dear. Now, how do you feel about tomorrow?” He asked to make the atmosphere serious as we sat down. The audience seemed entranced so now… make them cry as Jeonghan advised.

“Worried and a bit scared. I’ll get back to my brother either in his heart or in person” I said with tears blurring my vision. The emotion was real… this wasn’t an act.

“But surely you have some confidence you got a ten!” He said and I had an idea pop inside my mind.

“Yeah… if I’m being honest? I only got a high score because I predicted the arena” I said and his eyes widened and I heard gasps of shock.

“Predicted it?” He asked, confused and maybe intrigued… I nodded confirming he didn’t hear incorrectly. I’d do the same thing as Jeonghan… differently but the same aspect. He is my mentor after all… this could ruin District Three’s reputation but it didn’t matter to me.

“Do you wanna know a secret?” I asked and he leaned in. “A dessert arena”

“You little genius!” Jeonghan exclaimed and I smiled. “They’ll be fed wrong information and some of the tributes will take the trap,” he said and I nodded. He gave praise and he honestly looked relieved…

“Ooh! You already have a nickname in the capital!” My escort soon said running to us excitedly. She was too innocent for all of this.

“Our little angel,” she said and I was going for a bird-like demeanor but the angel was a lot better. “You’re going to win this… I promise you will” she said and I smiled. The rest of the interviews went as planned… but soon everyone was talking about the spoilers of tomorrow’s arena. I took the attention off everyone which was good…

As we had dinner I waited for my partner's tribute and our escort to leave… because if I was gonna die tomorrow I needed to know everything… “What did you mean by Hongjoong was right?” I asked, referring to the other day and he sighed.

“Would you die for your brother?” he asked and I nodded. “That's the problem,” he said, confusing me. “Hongjoong lost his family this year to a ‘disease’… that's what the public knows. But our lovely president killed them to punish him and now he’s free. Your brother would be in danger–"

"So it would be better if I die in the arena?” I asked and he sighed. He looked at me conflicted… there wasn’t a right or wrong answer to this. It seems there wasn’t an answer at all…

“I'll be honest… you're a pretty girl, so prostitution, escort ship, paid company, whatever you'd like to call it… he might assign that on to you,” he said and I was confused.

“So if I behave my brother is safe?” I asked and he nodded with nervousness in his eyes but even with knowing this detail...

“Then nothing else matters”

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luvseraphh · 2 months ago

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hii seraph!! kiss kiss

i saw that u wanna some more request so i was thinking you could do musical headcanons with the mha boys!

so maybe like do what genre of music/artists they listen to and what instruments (if any) you think they’d play, stuff like that. feel free to add anything else you think fits!

ok that’s all i know you’ll do great bye bye ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

omg hi this is so fun ! since u didn't specify which ones i did all the mha boys i write for ! hope this is okay ( ≧ᗜ≦)

contains k. takami , s. aizawa , t. todoroki , t. shigaraki , s. todoroki , i. midoriya , t. iida , e. kirishima , k. bakugo , h. sero , d. kaminari , h. shinso

hawks ⋆˚✿˖°

i feel like he listens to megan thee stallion but that might just be because of the edits i've seen of him to her songs

new jeans !!!!!

he def seems like he'd listen to sabrina carpenter ( me too king )

i don't think he'd have time to learn any instruments because of his role as a hero

but maybe after the war he'd pick something up to pass time !!

if he did i feel like he gives acoustic guitar vibes

aizawa ⋆˚✿˖°

i don't feel like he'd listen to music often

i feel like if he did he'd either listen to lofi or older / chill romance songs

like frank sinatra

but again i don't think he'd listen to music often

he would not know any instruments

i just don't think he'd have much interest in it

dabi ⋆˚✿˖°

he'd listen to emo music and other rock / punk / hardcore music

some examples from the music i listen to include :

custer by slipknot

wolf in sheep's clothing by set it off

hero killer by piercetheskies ( kinda funny cuz it references stain in the song LMAO )

my chemical romance in general

i'm sorry he just gives emo kid vibes so bad

i could see him playing either electric guitar , bass , or drums in a quirkless au ( or maybe all three )

shigaraki ⋆˚✿˖°

he seems like he'd listen to entirely alt music

big mother mother enjoyer

or bo burnam

a lot of the hated artists he would listen to

the more experimental / weird the more he likes it

he seems like he'd know how to play those weird keyboards ??? i think it's called a synth ?????

shoto ⋆˚✿˖°

i think he'd mostly listen to classical music

like mozart

half because that's what he listened to as he grew up and also half because he just genuinely enjoys it

also the occasional lofi song

but i also don't think he'd listen to music often

i think he'd know how to play classical piano and cello

because his dad made him learn

izuku ⋆˚✿˖°

idk why but he's giving me 2000s white girl club music

like zara larson ( i just wanna be part of your SYMPHONYYYYYY )

or girly pop kpop groups

or kpop in general

i feel like i could see him being a p1harmony stan

i don't think he'd know any instruments

i feel like he'd want to but he just never got around to learning any

iida ⋆˚✿˖°

another classical music enjoyer

except he just fully enjoys it

i think he'd listen to pop on occasion when his classmates turned it on

but otherwise just classical

i feel like he'd know cello

he just seems like a cello player

kirishima ⋆˚✿˖°

he is definitely a country music enjoyer

that one singing clip of him solidified it for me LMAO

he'd also vibe with pop music, he'd just listen to country more

also gives everyone's recommendations at least one chance

he'd feel so bad if he didn't

i could see him playing some type of guitar !!!

bakugo ⋆˚✿˖°

i think he'd like rap in public

but behind closed doors

the most girly pop you could ever imagine

like i'm talking chappell roan and sabrina carpenter

he's a closeted swiftie

he canonically plays drums and i feel like that's all he'd play

i think he likes them because he gets to hit something without having repercussions if that makes sense

like it's just a good opportunity to get out his anger safely

sero ⋆˚✿˖°

i genuinely think he listens to everything

like listens to them equally too

and he gives people recommendations all the time and every time they're literally perfect

they'd match the person he gave them to PERFECTLY

i think he'd play acoustic guitar !!!

it just fits his vibe so well ( and it would be so hot )

denki ⋆˚✿˖°

my man DEFINITELY listens to girly pop music

and he has ZERO SHAME about it

he will be screaming the lyrics to twice songs proudly

or dancing to sabrina carpenter with you

like he is a PROUD stan

and he canonically plays electric guitar but unfortunately i don't think he would play anything else

but i don't think he'd be a bad singer

like not great but not bad by any means

shinso ⋆˚✿˖°

i think he'd listen to chase atlantic

and the neighborhood

solely because he has the same energy as my friend who listens to them

he also listens to similar alternative artists

and can't forget about the emo music !!!

he too is an emo boy and you can't change my mind

i think he'd play bass and he'd be a pretty good singer !!!!

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armysantiny · 12 days ago

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Longing – SCB

P: Changbin x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, angst (sorta) drabble | Inc: changbin and y/n working out, admiration, so much yearning and longing, one-sided love, implied dead character, changbin being self-depricating, changbin is in a mob family, part of a larger au, driving home together, tension, third person pov | Wc: 670 | W: | R: G

Min's notes: *walks in with a drabble two months later* hi, I'm back~...lmao, this is part of a larger au called welcome to maniac, and I don't think anyone that knows this blog other than @tinystarstay really knows about it, because I've relegated it to the chatbot blog of the same name until I can find a good place to start the story. This au is my baby, I can't wait to actually show it to people the way it deserves to be shown

Changbin sighs where he watches y/n train from his seat on a bench, the sounds of their fists hitting the punching bag in a steady one two, one, one, two rhythm. They’re a vision, fiery passion fuelling every breath, and Changbin has to remind himself of every reason he has to not allow his relationship with y/n to progress any further. No matter what the ache in his chest says otherwise. He can learn to be satisfied with having them in his life like this.

At arm’s distance. Far away from the worst parts of his life.

Safe.

Because what else can the man do, when he can’t offer any semblance of a normal life? A normal relationship? In a world away from this one, the next lifetime maybe, where the two of them don’t have to be on their guard at every hour of the day. The thought’s enticing, a fleeting daydream Changbin entertains when he gets a chance like this to just sit with his mind.

There was another, before y/n, he recalls with a rueful smile. All cunning smiles, playful and dangerous, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing that was only ever docile for him. He craved that feeling then, that rush, and still craves it to this day. Misses the way he could forget about the family business and just…exist.

Except there’s no use pestering the dead.

“Hey, Changbin-ah?”

“Hm?” Is the answer that comes out of his mouth, y/n’s inquisitive gaze looking right at him as he blinks himself out of reverie.

“I’m ready to go now, thanks for hanging back.” Y/n’s gratitude comes easy, soft smiles as they undo the wrappings on their hands. And Changbin drinks it all in, despite how undeserving he is. He’s greedy for their companionship, despite his determination to not cross any lines, laughing along with the conversation they strike up on the way back to his car.

It's only a quick five-minute drive to y/n’s home, yet Changbin wants every second to last. Tapping his dingers against the steering wheel doesn’t help either. The clock still ticks on, and he’ll still have to part with y/n tonight, the one in question dozing off beside him in the passenger seat. He could…hypothetically drive around the block a couple more times to savour their company just a while longer, avoid the creeping weight of responsibility that awaits as soon as he gets home, but he shoves that idea aside. Changbin knows he’s been selfish with y/n’s attention more than enough for tonight.

And they’ll know if the journey takes any longer than it needs to.

Y/n always does.

“…up you get, sleepyhead,” is what y/n eventually hears, Changbin watching them with fond eyes. “We’re here. C’mon, get out of my car.” And wow. Not like the man hadn’t begged them to let him drive the pair of them to the gym and back. But whatever.

Perhaps they’re still tired, or it’s the sudden tension, but y/n isn’t so immune to the look in Changbin’s eyes anymore. Its depth pulls them in, threatening to drown y/n in its well of emotion. And maybe, just maybe, they can excuse their lack of a filter on exhaustion for now.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He’s playing dumb. Y/n knows he is.

“…like that. Like you’re looking for answers to something you can’t ask.”

There’s silence, after that. For a few long seconds, even the air is still. Breaking eye contact now feels wrong, a sin y/n didn’t even realise they could commit, but they have to. They’ll drown in Changbin’s gaze otherwise. Clearing their throat and rushing to collect their things, y/n exits the car. The slam of the door isn’t intentional. Each step to their front door is heavy, laden with unspoken words and all y/n wants to do now is head inside and process what on earth’s just happened.

A car horn. Changbin waves at them, expression light.

“See you tomorrow, yeah?”

Y/n waves back.

“Yeah.”

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castleaudios · 9 months ago

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Hi Castle, hope you’re having a wonderful day! Do you have any songs that you associate with characters and listeners? I’ve started to make character playlists and was curious if there are any songs I should add to said lists 👀

Thank you! Hope you’re having a wonderful day as well 💛 But oooohhh I am so sorry to admit that I am absolutely atrocious at character playlists 😂😭 But I did my best to include all the songs that I've listened to recently that I would associate with the characters or songs I've listened to while writing their scripts (And man oh man am I outting myself with all these artists 🤣)

For Beth, Knight, and Claire:

Brother by Madds Buckley

Claire:

Driver's Seat by Madds Buckley

Reliable Narrator by Chase Petra

Too Sweet by Hozier

Beth:

De Selby pt 2 by Hozier

New Beginnings by NEFFEX

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Evie:

Red Wine Supernova by Chappel Roan

HOT TO GO by Chappel Roan

Knight:

De Selby Part 2 by Hozier

All For Us by Labrinth

Ranger:

Abstract (Phychopomp) by Hozier

Shameless by Camilla Cabello

Lydia:

Which Witch by Florence and the Machine

Francesca by Hozier

Labour by Paris Paloma

Rose:

It's Called: Freefall by Paris Paloma

Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos

Dear:

People Watching by Conan Gray

Inertia by AJR

Abby:

Yes I'm A Mess by AJR

Open Arms by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

Rachelle:

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off

Perfect Illusion by Lady Gaga

Harper:

Pretty Girls by Renee Rapp

Something In The Orange by Zach Bryan

Rogue:

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

Panic Room by Au/Ra

#storm bound #castlereplies #I realize that the next time someone says I don’t look gay #I should just show them this list

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loganwritesprobably · 8 months ago

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One Piece Masterlist P2

Feat. content about the Red Haired Pirates and Cross Guild

Reader insert and canon/canon content ahead

✅ - SFW Content

🔞 - NSFW Content

AO3 | Fanfic Masterlist | Request Rules | Fic Trades Guide | WIPs

Red Haired Pirates

General

✅ Living with the red haired pirates as a woman hcs F!Reader

Shanks

✅ Baby It's Cold Outside wc 3,141 Shanks/GN!Reader

🔞 Red, Blue, and You wc 12,219 M!Reader, Reader/Shanks, Reader/Buggy, Shanks/Buggy, Shanks/Mihawk

✅ First Time Meeting 4 GN!Reader, Shanks, Benn, Smoker

✅ Jealous Shanks/GN!Reader

✅ Choosing Sides Shanks & GN!Reader & Buggy

✅ I Can't Do This Anymore Shanks/GN!Reader

🔞 After Prolonged Separation Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy, GN!Reader

✅ Showering Together Shanks/GN!Reader

✅ Drunk Party Games Shanks/GN!Reader/Benn

🔞 Age Gap Romance GN!Reader hcs

Benn

✅ This is silly wc 2,464 Benn/GN!Reader

🔞Look, Please wc 10,771 Benn/F!Reader, Hongo/F!Reader sideplot

🔞 Keeping Warm wc 3,703 Benn/M!Reader

✅ First Time Meeting 4 GN!Reader, Shanks, Benn, Smoker

✅ Heart Attack Benn/GN!Reader

✅ Secret Relationship Benn/GN!Reader

✅ Nightmares Benn/F!Shy!Reader

✅ Drunk Party Games Shanks/GN!Reader/Benn

🔞 Jealousy Mihawk, Benn, Smoker, GN!Reader

✅ Feel Bad? Nah Benn/GN!Reader

✅ Cash or Date Benn/GN!Reader, Modern AU

✅ First 'I Love You' Crocodile, Benn, Ichiji, GN!Reader

✅ Napping Together wc 402 Benn/GN!Reader

Hongo

🔞Look, Please wc 10,771 Benn/F!Reader, Hongo/F!Reader sideplot

✅ Beg Hongo/F!Reader, modern AU

✅ Your Love, For Me Hongo/F!Reader

🔞 Somnophilia wc 664 Shanks/Mihawk

✅ Winter Baking wc 718 Shanks/Mihawk

✅ From Childhood wc 1,607 Shanks/Buggy, Angst

✅ Under the Mistletoe wc 3,783 Shanks/Buggy

✅ Elope wc 774 Beckman/Crocodile

✅ Proud Benn/Shanks

🔞 Double Penetration, Two Holes wc 791 Shanks/Buggy/Mihawk

🔞 Wake Up Call Shanks/Sanji, Modern AU

Cross Guild

Cross Guild Growth wc 21,00

Crocodile

✅ Love Me Again wc 3,453 Crocodile/Pregnant!GN!Reader

✅ Fake Death wc 1,869 Croocdile/GN!Reader

✅ First Time Meeting 3 GN!Reader, Crocodile, Mihawk, Buggy

✅ First Date GN!Reader, Crocodile, Mihawk, Robin

🔞 Crocodile's Pussy GN!Dom!Reader, Trans!Crocodile

✅ Chronic Pain Crocodile/GN!Reader pre-slash

✅ Your Little.. Boyfriend? Crocodile/M!Reader

✅ Love Hurts Crocodile/M!Reader

✅ The Animals Crocodile/GN!Reader, Modern AU

✅ See Me Crocodile/GN!Reader

✅ First 'I Love You' Crocodile, Benn, Ichiji, GN!Reader

✅ Planning the Future Crocodile, Niji, Law, GN!Reader

✅ Love Looks Different FTM!Crocodile, FTM!Mihawk, FTM!Ace, FTM!Reader

🔞 Size Difference GN!AFAB!Reader

🔞 Age Gap Romance GN!Reader hcs

Mihawk

✅ Special Holiday Gift wc 1,722 Mihawk/Pregnant!GN!Reader

🔞 Red, Blue, and You wc 12,219 M!Reader, Reader/Shanks, Reader/Buggy, Shanks/Buggy, Shanks/Mihawk

✅ First Time Meeting 3 GN!Reader, Crocodile, Mihawk, Buggy

✅ First Date GN!Reader, Crocodile, Mihawk, Robin

✅ Love Looks Different FTM!Crocodile, FTM!Mihawk, FTM!Ace, FTM!Reader

🔞 Day Collar GN!reader

✅ Sitting In Mihawk's Lap GN!Reader

🔞 Jealousy Mihawk, Benn, Smoker, GN!Reader

🔞 After Prolonged Separation Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy, GN!Reader

✅ Even Strong Men Have Weaknesses Mihawk/GN!Reader

✅ Dealing with grief M!Reader

🔞 Don't Say It GN!Vampire!Reader, Vampire!Mihawk

🔞 Age Gap Romance GN!Reader hcs

🔞 You Wouldn't Realise GN!Dom!Reader, Sub!Mihawk

Buggy

✅ First Time Meeting 3 GN!Reader, Crocodile, Mihawk, Buggy

✅ Choosing Sides Shanks & GN!Reader & Buggy

🔞 After Prolonged Separation Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy, GN!Reader

🔞 Somnophilia wc 664 Shanks/Mihawk

✅ Winter Baking wc 718 Shanks/Mihawk

✅ From Childhood wc 1,607 Shanks/Buggy, Angst

✅ Under the Mistletoe wc 3,783 Shanks/Buggy

✅ Maybe We're Home wc 3,784 Buggy/Crocodile

✅ We're Dating? wc 6,383 Buggy/Crocodile

🔞I'm So Sorry Sweetheart wc 2,477 Buggy/Crocodile

✅ Elope wc 774 Beckman/Crocodile

✅ Ice Skating wc 4,768 Cross Guild Polycule

✅ Douple Penetration, One Hole wc 3,852 Cross Guild Polycule

🔞 Virgin Buggy wc 2,130 Cross Guild Polycule

✅ Wolf In Sheep's Clothing wc 1,670 Competent!Buggy

🔞 Double Penetration, Two Holes wc 791 Shanks/Buggy/Mihawk

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rolfedewolfefan16 · 2 months ago

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Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

VILLAIN ROLFE AU OFFICIAL STORY

Chapter 4: “Here it is,” Billy Bob announced as Rolfe followed him into his apartment. It was a simple place. It had a murky green carpet, a wooden coffee table next to a mini television and a brown leather couch big enough for a fat bear and a looney bird. The kitchen had simple wooden cabinets and cupboards, a small white stove and a sink. There was a little ice box in the corner and a blue cooler next to it.

“It ain’t much but we can make it work for you, Rolfe,” Billy Bob said. Rolfe placed his things down. And followed Billy Bob into the kitchen.

“I’m going to make some supper, Looney will lead ya to our shed. We bought one separately for Looney’s experiments but I’m sure he’d be happy to let you use it!” Billy Bob explained. Looney Bird rolled his eyes.

“Follow me,” he grumbled. Rolfe reluctantly grabbed the roll of yellow fur he had bought, a plastic bag full of foam chunks, clay, plastic mats, thread and needle, wood, paint and pom poms. In the other bag he had a couple yards of denim cloth folded neatly into a pile as well as a tiny bag of brass buttons. The bird and wolf walked outside and headed towards a small wooden house, painted a creamy white with lighter trimmings and a grey roof.

“This is the shed,” Looney Bird said unenthusiastically. The shed’s walls had all sorts of tools hanging neatly on them. Saws and goggles lay on a counter and blueprints and saw dust scattered themselves on the ground. A long work table stood in the middle of the shed. With a swift sweep, Looney dumped all the things off the table.

“You could work here,” he offered, a grim expression on his face.

“Tha-” Rolfe began.

“But don’t touch anything else! Not a hammer or a nail or anything. I’m only sharing this shed because Billy Bob told me so. My workplace is very dear to me,” Looney bird squawked.

“I promise, I’m just working with what I got. Billy Bob doesn’t happen to have a sewing machine does he?” Rolfe asked. Looney Bird scowled.

“He does, we keep in the closet,” He said. Looney Bird stormed out and came back with it moments later.

“Here. I’ll let you know when it’s time for supper,” Looney bird said. He didn’t even try to hide his annoyance. The bird flew out of the shed and slammed the door shut. Rolfe felt quite ashamed he made the bird this way. He figured the Looney bird was just that, a looney bird, a bird of low intelligence and little survival instincts.

“In the wild, I eat freaks like you,” Rolfe mumbled under his breath. Rolfe brushed it off and got to work. He began by cutting a circle template with the plastic mat and folded it in half. He stuck foam to the template and began to trim it to shape. Rolfe figured this was a puppet he needed to make with extra care. It was of course the only puppet he was going to use after all. After much cutting and sawing and picking and sewing and finger nicking, the puppet was complete. He took it upon himself to call him Earl Schmerle. He took pride in his creation. He finished what would have taken him days, took a couple hours. He guessed ambition had something to do with it. It was only then when he realized how dark it had gotten outside.

“Rolfe!” He heard Billy Bob’s voice call. Rolfe poked his head out of the shed’s door.

“It’s time for supper!” Billy Bob announced. Rolfe quickly picked up the stuff from the table and placed it in a plastic bag. As he picked up chunks of foam from the floor he saw something glisten deep with a corner of the shed. Rolfe walked near it before accidentally slipping on one of Looney’s blueprints. Rolfe banged his head against the wall and down came the glistening object. Rolfe held his chest with panic breaths as an axe fell inches from his shoulder.

“JESUS!” He gasped. He swiftly stood up, grabbed the axe and gingerly placed it back where it belonged. Rolfe figured he should leave before he crashed something else…

“Here you go, Rolfe,” Billy Bob said, handing Rolfe a plate of hamburger helper and coleslaw. In the middle of them stood a pitcher of ice tea and baked apples. Rolfe thanked him and ate a spoonful. Billy Bob and Looney stared at Rolfe in surprise.

“What’s wrong?” Rolfe asked, placing his spoon down.

“Well it’s just that me and Looney usually say grace before eating,” Billy Bob confessed. Rolfe gave him a mouth shrug and quickly straightened up. Billy Bob offered his paw to Rolfe as he held onto Looney’s wings and Looney held on to Rolfe’s. Looney gave Rolfe a cold expression and loosened his grip on Rolfe’s paw.

“Dear lord, we thank thee for this food. Bless this house and the hands that made them, and nourish the souls who eat this meal. Amen,” Billy Bob prayed.

“Alrighty! Eat up,” Billy Bob announced. The trio ate in awkward silence, although Billy Bob didn’t seem all that bothered. The bear quickly caught on to the tension, though.

“So ugh, Rolfe. How did you, um…How do I put this,” Billy Bob asked.

“How did you end up homeless?” Looney Bird spoke for him.

“Looney!” Billy Bob said through gritted teeth, his face hot with embarrassment.

“What? That was what you were going to ask, right? I mean, we’re all wondering the same thing,” Looney explained.

“No it’s alright. So, uh. When I was very young, my father, Wolfman Jack, passed away due to a gang murder and he left me and brother and mother alone,” Rolfe explained.

“Wolfman? Like the Wolfman?” Billy Bob asked. Rolfe nodded.

“No kidding!? I’m sorry, go on,” he said.

“Anyways, My brother sort of became the one in charge and we all had our own duties. My mother worked as a waitress, my brother sold newspapers and washed cars and I cleaned shoes. As I grew up I took on an interest in the entertainment industry, puppet shows and what not, but my family never approved. As time passed my mother became an addict and my brother had more pressure, thus leading him to become more abusive. They found out about the gigs I would do and they kicked me out. So yeah now I’m here,” Rolfe finished, his voice breaking. He stared down at his plate trying to stop the tears on his eyes from coming out. He felt a heavy lump on his throat which ached everytime he swallowed. Billy and Looney must have noticed this because they didn’t talk to him anymore after that. After the crew ate some dessert, Billy Bob led Rolfe to the bathroom.

“Go ahead and take a shower. I already set a clean toothbrush for you to use. The cologne in the top left board and the combs are right over there,” Billy Bob explained. He handed Rolfe his suitcase.

“Grab whatever clothes you’ve got here for now and I’ll take you clothing shopping tomorrow. After all, you’ll need something new to wear for your performances if you’re gonna be part of the band,” he said. Rolfe gave him a small smile.

“Thanks again. And I- I didn’t mean to chicken out I just…I’ve got a lot on my brain. It just happened yesterday so…” Rolfe said, stopping himself from crying again.

“It’s okay, Rolfe. Now uh, curfew here is at 8:00 so I suggest you hurry. After you're done I’ll lead you to your bed,” Billy Bob mentioned. The bear closed the door and Rolfe heard as dishes clanked against each other and water poured. Rolfe slipped his clothes off and turned on the shower. He waited a little while for the water to warm up. As he did, he stared at himself in the mirror. He examined his face, his arms, his legs, his paws, his ears, his waist etc… When Rolfe looked hard enough, he swore he could see his father staring back at him. The father he knew so little about but has seen in pictures. If you ignored his brown eyes and lack of facial hair you would have thought they were the same person. Rolfe fingered the water droplets from the shower head. Once it was warm enough, he slipped inside the tub. Rolfe let out a sigh of relief as the water washed away the dirt from his fur. Rolfe could definitely get used to living here. After he was washed, dried, clothed and pampered he walked out and waited for Billy Bob.

“Hey! How was the shower? Hopefully it wasn’t too cold. It could get iffy when someone’s using the sink,” Billy Bob stated. Rolfe gave him a reassuring look.

“Oh no. It was amazing. I really needed that,"he replied. Billy Bob gave a small exhale.

“That’s good to hear, Rolfe. Anyways, I set up your bed. Looney Bird and I sleep in my room. He has his nest and I’ve got my bed. You can sleep on the couch. I laid out some blankets and pillows for you. The water dispensers and bathroom are nearby so feel free to use them whenever you please,”

“Oh and just so you know, my sister lends me to babysit her baby, Choo choo, cute little fella, on Saturdays so don’t be surprised if you don’t get enough rest those days,” Billy Bob laughed.

“Anyways, Goodnight, Rolfe!” Billy Bob waved. Looney Bird slowly followed from behind. Once Billy Bob was out of sight Looney bird stormed up to Rolfe.

“Listen, pal. Billy Bob might think you're all sweet and stuff but I’ve got my eye on you. I’ve got a bad, BAD, feeling about you. My feathers are all tingly, I’m certain of it. You can do whatever you want but once you get enough money for your own home, you’re gone. Stay away from me and Billy Bob,” Looney spat. He gave Rolfe an awful glare before flying inside his room.

“Bad feeling?” Rolfe thought. Rolfe didn’t want any of this and he certainly didn’t want the bird to hate him.

“Crazy bird,” Rolfe excused it. He snuggled up under the covers and fell sound asleep. The next day Billy Bob took Rolfe clothing shopping. They filled the cart up with a couple options. His wardrobe consisted of a glittery purple disco jumpsuit, a red cuban collar shirt, and a black tuxedo with a black tie.

“How’s it look?” Rolfe asked, displaying the jumpsuit.

“Well it’s-” Billy Bob began.

“It looks terrible!” Looney bird blurted out. Rolfe grimaced.

“I asked Billy Bob not you, bird” he teased. He turned back inside the dressing room. He tried on the red cuban collar shirt.

“How about this one?” He asked.

“It would look nice, if you were out at a house party! This is a professional job not some casual hangout. Go change!” Looney bird demanded, pretending to look disgusted. Rolfe growled and went back in. He tried on the black tuxedo. He looked at himself in the mirror.

“I look just like…” Rolfe began. He suddenly saw his father again, staring at him with sad green eyes. His hard stare seems to speak a million things to him. Things he didn’t understand. Secrets he kept within himself. He looked at him, as if Rolfe had just committed the most unforgivable thing ever. Rolfe breathed hard. The vision of his father wouldn’t go away.

“Stop it…Leave me alone!” Rolfe hollered. He shut his eyes and covered his ears as if he could hear him. His breathing became faster.

“Rolfe! Are you okay?” Billy Bob asked, knocking urgently on the door. Rolfe led out a few exhales, trying to calm himself.

“I-I don’t like this one very much, either,” Rolfe confessed….

“It’s a shame we couldn’t find ya anything, Rolfe,” said Billy Bob as they walked down the aisles.

“It’s okay,” Rolfe led out, his eyes looking down at his feet. He suddenly caught sight of a vest hiding within some shirts. He took it out and examined it. It was a red vest with various flannel-like stripes and red pockets. It even came with a matching red bowtie. Rolfe also grabbed a black dress shirt with rainbow spots.

“Hey look at this,” Rolfe beckoned the pair.

“I say it suits you quite nicely. Why don’t you go ahead and try it on?” Billy Bob suggested. Rolfe hurried back into the dressing room and put the outfit on. He took time to stare at himself in the mirror, at various angles before deciding he liked it.

“I think this one’s it!” Rolfe said confidently.

“I agree! It’s a bit loose but you’ll grow into it,” Billy Bob confirmed. The weird trio left the store, making their way to the pizzeria. Rolfe brought Earl along and began writing some skit ideas on a notebook as they drove on. Rolfe watched as they got closer to the building.

“We’re here!” Billy Bob announced. Rolfe, Billy Bob, and Looney Bird got off and walked inside, meeting face to face with the rest of the band.

“Gentlemen!” He heard a voice speak. A somewhat short man with a mullet of brown hair, red shirt and jeans walked up to them.

“Hiya, Manager!” Billy Bob greeted. The man shook Billy Bob’s paw.

“You must be Mr. Rolfe Dewolfe, right?” he asked. Rolfe shook his hand.

“I heard about you,” Rolfe replied.

“Likewise. A ventriloquist, huh?” The Manager asked.

“Sure he is!” Rolfe made Earl say in a raspy, deep throated voice. The Manager clapped and laughed in annoying barks.

“That’s funny! You're a funny guy,” he said through chuckles. His face looked as if it hurt to smile, his cheek tightly pressed against his piercing brown eyes as if they were made of plastic. His nostrils flared and his buck teeth bit his bottom lips.

“Make yourself comfortable, Rolfe. We’re just practicing right now for opening night next Friday,” The Manager explained. Rolfe got up on his stage.

“Hey, Rolfe!” Beach bear waved. Rolfe gave him and the band a shy smile.

“Hi,” He said simply. Mitzi’s face lit up.

“Is that your new puppet! Ooh what’s his name!?” She asked excitedly, running up to him and jumping up and down.

“My name is Earl Schmerle and this moron holding me is Rolfe DeWolfe!” He made Earl say.

“Earl, that's not nice!” Rolfe said before breaking character and bursting out laughing. Mitzi laughed with him.

“He looks like a muppet,” she giggled.

“Hey! I’m not part of that idiotic kiddy show! I’m a strong and independent puppet man! And I’ve come here to do my own thing! “Well, you can push me, shove me, turn me around, but I'm no girl's toy!

You can tie me, toss me, upside or down, but I'm no girl's toy! I sing my own sweet melody, I go my own sweet way. I won't beg 'round tomorrow for the kind of affection that was free today! Oh, you can squeeze me, tease me; say I'm your own but I'm no girl's toy! You can charm me, chase me, follow me home; I won't be coy!

You may not like it much but I'm my own best boy, And not some sugar and spicy, lacy and nicey, sissy you're gonna enjoy! No, I'm no girl's toy!” NOT ME!” Earl sang.

The band clapped and gave a few whistles.

“Not Raggedy Ann, Earl,” Rolfe complained. He made Earl give a chuckle.

“Whatever dork, that’s how you put on a show!” Earl spoke. Rolfe rolled his eyes in false annoyance.

“Earl, you're just terrible,” Rolfe spat out. Mitzi giggled, booped Earl on the nose and skipped back to her stage.

“Okie Dokie Gentlemen and lady! We have a big night on Friday and I need rehearsals set! We want to make a good impression, right?” The Manager asked. The band nodded in agreement.

“ ‘Kay cool! And Rolfe?” he spoke. The Manager walked up to his stage.

“The audience is going to love ya,” he winked. Rolfe couldn’t hide the happiness on his face as The Manager left the room. Those words echoed in his skull. The audience was going to love him! And he was going to do great….

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Divine Rosa ❢ot8xreader❣

❣ Pairing: yandere!otx8 x reader

❣ Genre: Dark Romance, vampire au, angst, horror, yandere au, smut

❣ Word Count: 8.5k

❣ Summary: The moth always pours itself into the flame; what a pity that in the end it burns out. After the tragic death of her sister, MС tries to find answers to the questions she left behind. This leads her to a gated cottage town known for its luxurious rose gardens. In addition, there are also these mysterious men who manage all the affairs in the city. Too sweet, too helpful, too intrusive, and too in love.

❣ WARNING: only!18+ Themes of death, suicide, severe depression, stalking, blood, yandere behavior, panic attack. Sexual themes: hematolagnia, body worship, masturbation, bite kink, olfactophilia, voyeurism.

❣ Disclaimer: I don't support yandere behavior, stalking, or religious imposition. Themes include violence, obsession, possessiveness, and emotional or psychological manipulation. This book is intended solely for entertainment purposes.

❣Chapter 2: Wolf in sheep's clothing❣

Love is a word that deserves closer consideration, halfway between the dry hypocrisy of the dictionary and its deep sacral meaning.

What a strange feeling…

Love, both virtuous and vicious, motivates us to accomplish great feats yet also triggers the commission of heinous crimes. This mysterious and inexplicable feeling interweaves its complex structure within us, becoming the most unstable, contentious, and hazardous of all human emotions.

Love is the fundamental source of all our emotions and experiences in the world, both beautiful and disgusting.

Love has a multitude of motives, including the desire for control, submission, care, seduction, lust, protection, worship, creation and, of course, destruction.

The feeling is manifold; We can call this complex emotion by different names, including passion, hatred, obsession, alienation, objectification, mania, unattainable dreams, happiness, idolatry, spiritual unity, and possibly the most poetic of all—the second half of the soul.

Humans crave love from birth until death. This desire is inherent and everlasting. As we take our first breath, we unconsciously absorb the toxic essence of love, which settles in our lungs like delicate, silky flowers.

This need is woven into the very structure of our DNA, an animal instinct that inadvertently condemns us to eternal suffering.

Love exists as a palpable entity, often obscured by human perceptions of carefree happiness and joy. It can be likened to a lurking deep-sea creature, concealing its true visage, branching and moving under the thin surface of our skin.

She is as cunning as a murderer's grin, and she is well aware of the inevitable tragic end of every story she is about to tell. Though we may be in the belief that we have had a joyful life, in reality all our actions have been under the impulse of love. For the sake of this deceptive feeling, which unites us for a moment in the ecstatic joy and privileges of angelic ugliness.

In the end, our physical bodies will serve to feed the earthworms, to house the larvae and to nourish the roots.

Never again will they gaze into each other's eyes, never again will the turquoise flame passion between them ignite, and never again will their lips meet in a voluptuousness kiss.

Love has the power to drive us insane, to blind us, and even to lead to our demise.

And yet, in life, it is possible to miss everything but love.

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3rd POV

I want to fill my mouth with your name. I want to eat you whole. Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems, and a Song of Despair

“You look pathetic, San. Don't you think so? I wonder what Seonghwa would say to that?” Yeosang lazily runs his pale spidery fingers over Yoru's silky black fur, looking with contempt at the naked brunette stretched on a pile of knocked-down sheets and pillows.

The rings on his hands burn with blood, like the eyes of the Devil.

San looked blissfully relaxed and languid, like a caressing predator. His golden skin seemed to glow from within with an otherworldly glow as the translucent sunlight greedily licked his body with its soft touch.

Still, there was something vaguely animalistic, almost primitively predatory, about him, which in no way connected him with the arrogant aloofness that was inherent in the entire vampire race.

There was hot blood running through his veins, making him even more dangerous.

He was unbridled.

“I don't care what Seonghwa says, if he says a word at all in the next few centuries. Personally, I would prefer that his magnificent body continue to rest in the coffin for a very long time.” A smug smile played on his sensual lips. “And unlike you, my dear brother, I don't hide my true desires.” A slow, almost lazy glance from San's silvery eyes swept over the slender body of Yeosang sitting in the chair, lingering for a moment on the pale pink patch of soft skin on his temple.

He imagines, not without pleasure, how, with particular cruelty, he tears it from the porcelain face of his beloved brother with his long claws, leaving behind a wet, gaping wound.

San hated it. His birthmark is indisputable proof of his connection with his beautiful Rose.

The sign that binds their souls tightly into a single whole.

He should have found her first that night.

“Look at you, Sangie. You act like a coward, hiding in dark corners and wandering in her dreams. Perhaps I could understand you if your wayward antics gave her pleasure. If our Rose woke up with your name on her lips, all wet and needy, so desperate for more.

You have to ignite her passion and her desire to be loved, make her feel special, and fill her with thirst and hunger for our touch and our love. All her thoughts should belong only to us. But how did we end Yeosangie? Tell me, huh? Our Rosa has an animal terror before you. Sarang is afraid of you. Isn't that really pathetic? You know, I can smell that sweet scent of fear on her sheets.” San buried his face in the soft fabric of the silk pillow on which Sarang usually slept and took a deep, slow breath. “So damn delicious… I want to eat her whole.”

All he wanted now was to feel her from the inside, so that her scent would stay forever in his lungs, merge with his blood, be absorbed into his skin, and become an integral part of it.

God, he is prepared to worship this woman and idolize her in every conceivable way.

She was his.

Not in some figurative or metaphorical sense, no. She was his everything. A soul that fills the shell with his dead body, blood black as night, that runs through his veins, his thoughts. Every second of his life. San couldn't tell where he ended, and she began, for you were two halves fused together into a single breathing living being.

The beginning and the end of his life

If he could know death, which was no longer possible for him, he would be happy to suffocate on that heady aroma that was spinning his head like a powerful drug. And to do so until death takes him into his arms.

How beautiful would his death be! Silk sheets, roses, and Sarang are the only true loves.

“She smells so divine, Sangie; how can you resist this temptation?” His back arched gracefully. Under the golden canvas of the skin, the jagged vertebral bones were outlined, and the flexible muscles were stretched like tight velvet ribbons. The relief of his chiseled abs pressing against the bed, his thighs rushing up, creating a perfect s-line.

He moved so smoothly. A large predatory cat, draining gross sexuality and animal dominance. A true erotic vision, fringed by the diffused glow of the lazy midday sun. The smell of her fear brought out the worst in him and made him crave to devour her heart and soul, but he couldn't do it.

“You don't know shit, San. You come here whenever you want and act like a cranky kid, pouting and expressing anger because you couldn't get her first. What a pity, because I was the one who made the connection. I can feel her; I can feel her in my veins; I don't have to act like a bitch in heat fucking her bed.” Yeosang's voice was indifferently cold, so deceptively calm, but San could clearly hear the poisonous malice in every word he said.

It looks like he hit a nerve.

“You tell me you'd never been in my place, Yeosangie?” San grinned, and on his cheeks appeared charming dimples. “You never could lie;you always spilled everything to Seonghwa like a good puppy at the first snap of his fingers. You should ask Wooyoung to teach you some lessons if you want to play games with me. We all know exactly what you do, so didn't be shy about it, honey. Do you think you can hide from Hongjoong your little dream manipulation, constant stalking, and night visits? Or how pathetic and pathetic you look, whining and wriggling like a whore when you come in with her dirty laundry, which you hide under your pillow. Oh my God, what will Seonghwa say when he finds out? You should care. Our good boy has gone to the dark side; he's going to be so disappointed that he lost his mutt. Although you know, maybe you and Wooyoung aren't as different as I originally thought. He's just as pathetic a puppy as you are, my beautiful brother, and look how that turned out for him. Perhaps you'll be the next one to end up in a coffin. I'd change my behavior if I were you. Bad boys get punished.” There was mockery and outright bullying in his voice.

That's right, they were family; their loyalty to each other was an unbreakable blood oath, and if necessary, they would be willing to die for each other. Blood is thicker than water. But the bond they shared with Sarang was different from anything that could be explained. She wasn't a missing part; to think so would be foolish. No, she was a part of themselves, a part of their dead souls, filling their bodies with a semblance of life. Something extremely more dangerous than any possible blood bond. A bond where the lines between reality and fantasy, obsession and morality, understanding and rationality were blurred. And that bond was the reason, why Wooyoung, Yunho, and Seonghwa were still resting in their luxurious coffins. Iron, velvet, and crystal—so completely different, so frighteningly the same.

San remembers with pleasure how good it felt to drive stakes into their black hearts. The spell would be broken with a kiss. Perfectly. He hopes their sleep will be eternal. This time, it should be different. He will be the first, yes. San will be first—not Seonghwa, not Hongjoong, not Wooyoung, but him.

That's right. Everything will be the way it should be from the beginning. After all, he was the one who started it all.

Once upon a time, Sarang belonged only to him.

“San…” Yeosang hissed menacingly, digging his bony fingers forcefully into the soft feline fur, causing Yoru to meow painfully and curl up into a ball in his lap. His fangs bared, scratching his plump lower lip, and black veins trickled in an intricate pattern down his thin neck.

The brunette laughed and rubbed his cheek against the soft fabric of the pillow, covering his eyes dreamily.

The silk felt wonderful against his bare skin.

“You hiss like a kitten; will you show me your sharp little teeth?”

“You'd better watch out for your tongue, or I might rip it out.” The fierce gaze literally stabbed him. It burned and penetrated to the core of his being.

“I dare you.” The bloodied lips opened, allowing the pointed tip of his tongue to traverse the tortured, swollen flesh, licking away the blood that seeped to the surface.

“Let his lips be like rose petals - red as fresh blood.” Said the Queen Witch.

San covered his eyes and completely ignored the angry brunette. He loved to play with fire. It was his nature. If it had been Hongjoon or Mingi in Yeosan's place, he might have thought twice before poking the tiger with a stick, and of course he would never intentionally offend Seonghwa; the outcome of any of those confrontations would not have been in his favor. But this was Yeosang - airy and gentle as melting snow.

The shadows of San's long eyelashes lay in a lacy pattern on his heart-wrenching cheekbones. They were one of the most striking features of his appearance - sharp and angular - and they made his face a masterpiece. A creation skilfully crafted by the hand of a master.

Yeosang's beauty was soft and angelic, the kind of beauty one might see on the faces of the winged, plump cherubs beneath the vaulted ceilings of Gothic cathedrals. He had once admired their beauty so much, especially when he tore their flesh with his claws and tore baby, fluffy wings from their pale, soft bodies.

Such an exquisite, decadent taste.

San's beauty was of a completely different kind: vicious, dark and hypnotic. Chiseled like the eternally frozen perfection of a pagan marble god, every line of his face was sharp and deadly seductive. From the feline cut of his eyes, shimmering with silvery immortality, to the capriciously curved corners of his plump lips, always inflamed and soft, so tortured and tender from incessant biting and kissing…

San's appearance was sinful.

He was the most desirable of all nightmares, the special kind that seduces the girls of the church, then fills his bathtub with their blood and organizes orgies in the bloody pieces of their torn bodies. San was formidable and intimidating, but his aura was alluring and seductive. The terrible prospect of an inevitable end and death had never looked so appealing. Maybe he was having an affair with you, or maybe he was going to kill you. There was lust, danger, and rage. There was a delicate balance between horror and desire, as if he were the embodiment of both the horror and the charm of God. He was the man everyone secretly dreams about when they caress themselves before going to bed, in a cold, lonely bed.

He was the person who made you feel uncomfortable in your own skin and who made you experience a shivering sensation of fear that would spread over all of your exposed areas.

San was undoubtedly that person. Despite the potential for his eyes to linger on your skin, his presence was desired. Exquisite wounds, reminiscent of blossoms from damaged tissue, were created by his razor-sharp canines.

Death and sex were not enough for San; he had a craving for disorder and hot sensations.

He always wanted more, whether it was blood or pleasure. He never felt satisfied.

His sole desire was Rose—just her alone.

“Do you smell that Sangie scent?” San inhaled deeply again that intoxicating divine scent, resisting the urge to savor her flavor like a dog, choking and whimpering. “Mmmm, I want her so badly. I want her whole, every fucking cell of her body. She's driving me crazy.”

Sarang emitted a scent that was distinctly sharp and overpowering in its fragrance. Reminiscent of aged wine, it was infused with the bitterness of dark chocolate, the piquancy of red pepper, and the sweetness of roses. It tastes like sin and blessing at the same time. Like a slight saltiness akin to the tears she had shed, he longed to lick them off her rounded, flushed cheeks. The fruity sweetness of illicit fruit. The taste of his own blood. The metal and thick aroma of their sexual encounter. Thick as semen and honey.

San wants to have her. Wants her to love him. He desires his love to be reciprocated as fervently and passionately as he does.

His only wish is her love.

Although it is not enough for him to possess her love, he wants her to have an intense and almost sadistic affection for him—one that goes beyond what seems possible. He yearns for her to destroy him. Because he's confident in Sarang's ability to do so. He needs more. More than she could offer him, more than she could ever agree to. He is but a slave, created to worship her.

San's aim is to belong to her; he would go to any extent, even to the point of destroying the entire world, if that is what it takes to achieve that. The value of her love is immeasurable, and his objective is absolute. She is the center of his life and the very essence of his being. She is the haunting presence in his dreams, a seductive force that both seduces and tortures. The midnight idol of his desire, the serpent that dwells around his heart, tempts him to sin.

San craves her love so much, and that need is so painful, so all-consuming, and so twisted. If need be, he would kill her with his own hands, just to be sure that no one else would ever have her.

Sharing her with his brothers was like hellfire burning him from the inside out, but it was a paltry sacrifice he could make in exchange for her love.

This time, he won't let her go. This time, not even death would dare separate them. Saran will be his. She will be theirs. In life. In death. Forever and ever.

Soon.

It will happen so soon. San can't wait for the day when his Goddess is beneath him, in the cage of his body, sprawled on the black velvet of his bed. With his fangs deep into her sweet flesh, and she will screaming his name in a haze of ecstatic pleasure.

He would make her see stars. San will take her all the way to the doors of Heaven.

“San,” “San,” “San,” “San” over and over, until her voice completely collapses to a painful wheeze, until he absorbs every tiny sound she makes, every moan, every breath, every barely perceptible note, until all she will remember is his name.

Until Sarang whispers right into his lips, “I am yours.”

Soon.

In the meantime, San can patiently wait. He will wait as he always has, obediently and without complaint. He will be such a good boy. San will wait obediently, as he has done for centuries and centuries before. Until the time is right to pursue his desires, he will take all that he has dreamt of, and God will save the souls of those who get in his way.

Right now, he thinks he could die here — in her bed, surrounded by the lingering warmth of her body and her maddening scent. He would like nothing more than to show her all his passion and devotion and all the love he could give her.

He dreams of running his lips over her skin and tasting her until his whole face is wet and glistening with her juices. He will fuck her into oblivion until night turns to day and then drown her in tenderness, worshiping her caress-weary body as an obedient slave should.

Sometimes, he thinks it's not normal—the feelings he has for her. Such love simply cannot exist. How can someone love someone so much? Is it normal to hate the very existence of nature and the heavenly bodies for being able to see her beauty, which should belong to him alone?

However, these were only momentary musings until he regained his composure, dispelling any doubts. How could he even question his love? It felt so perfect and effortless, like breathing. How could such thoughts even enter his mind?

Her love was a life worth living.

It was destined since the dawn of time, when spirits roamed the earth, the sun was young, and the old gods had not yet vanished. She belonged to them, and they belonged to her. They sensed her first breath on their lips. He felt.

Their love bloomed again—a blood rose.

Soon…

These fantasies drove him mad; every cell ignited with the desire to possess, awakening his animal predatory nature. The ugly nature of his genuinely depraved being.

He pictured Sarang biting into his neck and taking possession of him. She aimed at him as if he were nothing more than a thing, a toy for her amusement.

“Say my name, Sarang. Express your fondness for me and acknowledge that I am your only one. I want you to own me and claim me as yours. Say my name until it burns your lips. Again and again. Drink my blood, bite me to death; I'm nothing more than your slave, just a pathetic means of pleasure. Hit me. Hurt me, I beg you. I need it so badly. Please, my love, I am begging you to love me. Love… Love me so much until it kills me. That is what I wish for.”

His hips moved smoothly, grinding his arousal against the rumpled bedclothes. San moaned, breathlessly gasping as he found the perfect angle to satisfy his intense desire for release. He needs to cum; he couldn't leave here without cumming. He buried his face in the pillow, panting and whimpering like a wild animal possessed. His primal instincts demanded he leave his mark on her, to possess her and fuck her into oblivion until her belly bloated from the amount of cum pouring into her and her head felt light and empty.

His claws lengthened, digging into the mattress, leaving sickening jagged stripes as his hips moved uncontrollably, continuing to rub his throbbing wet cock against the silken folds of the crumpled sheets.

The sounds he made were almost heavenly.

Soft, extended moans that turned into pitiful sobs. He sounded like an angel in the throes of passion.

In his fantasies, San imagined drinking from her as long scarlet streams of her sweet blood ran down their naked bodies, staining everything red. How deeply he entered her body, seeing the imprint of his cock on her flat stomach as her neat, pointed nails plowed into his back into gaping lacerations.

His teeth clenched as he let out a hoarse moan, the sound vibrating deep in his throat. San needed to cum; he was on the verge of madness. The need for pleasure was more obvious than anything around him at the moment. The transparent essence of his arousal dripped down onto the sheets, sticking to his golden, wet skin with every movement of his muscled thighs.

His thoughts returned to the dark, vicious images of hot animal sex. A fine shiver ran down his entire body.

He will run his tongue along every contour of the intricate bloody lines, licking up every last drop. First, the longest neck-open and vulnerable to his insatiable mouth, then lower down the hollow between the heavy breasts, rising in time with her labored breathing. His lips would close around the hard pink nipples, scraping them with his teeth, making her squeal and gasp. Lower down her flat belly, where the flowers of his hungry kisses and hard touches bloomed. Until his tongue is between the moist puffy folds of her pussy, he runs the pointed tip along the soft silken flesh, plunging deeper into the tight hole where blood mingles with her natural sweetness. He wants to feel the velvety, wet walls of her vagina clench and quiver around his tongue.

“Sarang!” His voice was hoarse, and his hands gripped the sheets beneath him with such force that his knuckles turned white, almost tearing the skin.

He looked pornographic.

San was so lost in his fantasies that he had completely forgotten about Yeosang, who was still in this room, until he was reminded of it with a sharp, painful tug of his hair. Long, thin fingers gripped the dark, damp strands with force and tilted his head back rigidly, revealing a view of a strong neck with veins swollen from exertion and beads of sweat running down her

“Here we go, such a pathetic, stupid bitch.” Yeosang said it with mockery in his voice. His lips curled into a wicked smirk, and San could feel it on his skin as the brunet whispered in his ear. “Look at you, you're nothing more than a slut; where's your pride, San, eh? The great general of the dark army, the heartless ice prince, the ruthless Ripper, is nothing more than a drooling whore shamefully rubbing his cock against the sheets.” Yeosang's fingernails dug painfully into his scalp, tugging harder on the long silk strands the color of night.

“Yes, yes, keep calling me that.” His request sounded like a plea. All Yeosang's words made him move faster, almost in desperation.

The rhythm of his hips became erratic and uncontrollable. He was close. His teeth clenched as he let out a hoarse moan, the sound vibrating deep in his throat.

“Are you imagine fucking her, Sannie, hmm? Or what would it taste like? I bet the taste will be heavenly; she's sweeter than ever in this life. Oh no, I know exactly what you're thinking.” A mocking chuckle escaped his ruby-red lips. “You want her to bite you.” Those wicked lips pressed against the frantically beating pulse point. “Right here.” Yeosang's teeth sank with force into the flushed skin of San's neck—that particular sensitive spot on his neck beneath a scattering of pale freckles.

San's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his mouth opened in a silent moan, and his hips shook with the intensity of his orgasm. Thick, hot cum splattered onto the sheets, staining them with the pale, milky liquid.

The brunet unclenched his teeth, releasing the tender skin. The bite mark was wine-red, with swollen incisor impressions and drops of black blood in the hollows. A poisonous flower, tempting to know sin.

“Sannie, look at the mess you'd made. Truly a royal fuck. I always thought it was more Mingi's style.” Finally, thin but surprisingly strong fingers let go of the silken strands, allowing San to rest his face tiredly against the pillow. His whole body relaxes after the overwhelming orgasm. The entire pillow is soaked with drool and sweat, and semen cools beneath his stomach, sticking uncomfortably to his skin.

He opens one eye and looks up at the vampire leaning over him with a lecherous smile.

“Would you like to join me, my beautiful brother? We still have a few hours before she gets home.” The brunet rolls onto his back to make room for Yeosang in the bed. His fingers run along the sculpted curves of his abs, scooping up the viscous, pearly liquid and sliding it into his mouth. “Mmm…” A long tongue swirled around his fingers, licking up every drop with lazy, slow pleasure.

“You're disgusting, San.” Yeosang puckered his lips in disgust, looking around at the brunette sprawled on the bed. He turned sharply on his heels and strode away from the room; to he pick up Yoru on his way, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, in his arms. “Get up; we have to go. Hongjoon is calling us.”

“You're not leaving the cat?”

The brunette turned around over his shoulder, meeting his gaze with San's silver eyes.

“June misses his darling; for our little girl, it's time to come home.”

San propped himself up on his elbows, looking at the departing Yeosang. His lips stretched in a satisfied smile full of devilish anticipation.

The time had finally come.

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1st POV

"Feed me to the wolves, let them take my flesh."

“Well, I'm glad to finally meet you in a more relaxed setting, Miss Ahn. Please take a seat.” With an elegant gesture, the man motioned me to a deep leather chair in front of his desk. On the glass tabletop was a silver plaque engraved with the name “Mr. Lee Taeho”.

“Miss An” - how sad and tragic that sounds. I never wanted to try out this role. I didn't like being addressed like that, because it was always Mina, and before her, it was my grandmother, and probably my mother was addressed like that when she was alive.

But here I am, the new Miss Ahn, and unlike my predecessors, I have not sought to carry the weight of this unbearable crown. I don't need the congratulatory ribbons and the wet glitter sequins smeared across my face.

Although there was nothing in the address itself that I could call unpleasant, the tone with which it was always delivered foreshadowed the inevitable tragic ending of its own and tasted of earth and chrysanthemums.

You're bound to end up as one of them; it's not all by chance, Sarang. Don't kid yourself.

I saw the future as a series of predetermined events, especially after Mina's death. She had the arrogance to dispose of my life as she saw fit, putting chains of obligations and secrets around my neck. I buried her in the ground, and my days became nothing more than a list of dull plans, paltry hopes, and bitter regrets, as murky as the water in the city canals through which a coffin floats. Still, I couldn't help but wonder who would be the next Miss An when I died, or would I be the one to hold that title forever?

There are never any former queens. There are only dead ones.

I could feel the blood flowing faster through my veins.

For a few moments, there was silence around us, thick and enveloping like fog. If I'd felt any hint of confidence as I walked through the tall glass doors of Silver & Black LTD, now, alone with this man, I was floundering in my social insecurity like a butterfly caught in a spider's web. I resisted the urge to squirm under the gaze of his night-dark eyes. Beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

Lee Taeho wasn't just one of Silver & Black's most successful lawyers; he was also a devilishly handsome man.

He was built like a god. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, and a tight-fitting white shirt that accentuated his muscular biceps, bulging pecs, and flat stomach. The image of strength and power was completed by the perfectly tailored, tight-fitting trousers. The rolled-up sleeves revealed several tattoos on his wiry forearms—something in Latin that I couldn't make out.

His face was also striking, with angular, pointed features that would have looked strange and out of place on anyone else, but the luscious, perfectly sculpted lips made them something unimaginable and outrageously beautiful.

I felt uncomfortable under the weight of his scrutinizing gaze. He was looking at me like I was something special, but not in a sexual or romantic way; rather, it was the look of an explorer who had found an unexpected treasure in a pile of rubbish.

“I honestly didn't expect you to have any free time in the next few months, so thank you for seeing me at such short notice.”

To be honest, I knew absolutely nothing about Silver & Black until Soomin told me about them on the way here. Soo turned out to be absolutely right when she told me about them. This place was the epitome of the arrogant domination of money and power—cold, glassy, and sterile, like a morgue where the remains of all “happy stories” are taken.

I could never belong to such a place, but I could easily imagine Mina here, with her developing blood curls and the unemotional grandeur of royalty. People like my sister were part of that 'proper' society so suited to closed Sunday clubs and icy glass offices. Like all of her kind, Mina was a great predator, used to labeling people and giving them her own names and definitions. She knew exactly how to make those around her feel uncomfortable with just one look.

Some people have everything, others nothing. It's as cruel and true as the inequality of love.

I still didn't understand how Mina had so much money to afford the services of this company, but judging by how polite and “sweetly” the receptionist greeted me at the entrance, she was very much appreciated here.

Blood of my blood.

“You have nothing to thank me for, Saran.” He said that, and I looked back at him in surprise. It wasn't so much the fact that he allowed himself a familiarity that surprised me, but the way he said my name—as if it had always belonged to his lips. It was as if he'd said it over and over again until the intonation was perfect.

My heart beats fast in my chest, but I couldn't tell if it was fear or something else entirely.

“We will always make time for you. If you'll allow me to be frank, I've left a few free hours each day, just in case you decide to call me. Honestly, I expected it to take a little less time on your part, but who am I to judge you, Sarang?”

“But why?” I tried to gather information and put it together in a way that wasn't absurd. I didn't want to assume anything.

“Why? Do I have to explain? Maybe I just wanted to see you; you're a beautiful girl, and I'm a great admirer of the beautiful. He smiled, seemingly satisfied with the embarrassment that must have been written on my face. I could feel the heat spilling over my cheeks, turning them a painfully inflamed shade of red.

I had never been a girl with a 'cute' blush. I was more like a girl burned by the gold of the sun, pressing her cheek directly against the boiling, bubbling surface of the sun.

Taeho lightly drummed his perfectly filed nails on the glass tabletop, completely ignoring my obvious embarrassment at the situation, and continued:

“But let's say that this is due to the fact that your dear sister was a valued client of ours, whom everyone here at Silver & Black LTD sincerely appreciated. Miss Ahn was our special customer. All the staff will agree with me; your sister is impossible not to love.”

“A special client?” I interjected. Somehow, that didn't surprise me at all. Of course, it was only natural that Mina was always at the center of the universe. People followed the sound of her voice like rats behind the magical melody of the flute.

“Are you surprised, Sarang? Your sister has helped our firm in many ways, bringing us new clients and introducing us to the 'right' people, making our firm one of the best in Korea. She's contributed a lot to the development of Silver & Black. There was a strange note in his voice, as if between the cracks there was something terrible—a terrible secret that could change my whole life.

For some reason, I don't feel comfortable at all right now.

“I'm pleased… hmm, or rather, I'm pleased to know that my sister has done so much for you. Lately, she and I haven't really been close, and we've barely chatted. So I didn't know where she went or what kind of people she hung out with.” My words come out a little sour, and I press my lips together.

The lovely Mina, as always, is proving to be the best. I wonder if the day will come when she damn pedestal will be nothing but a pile of ruins at my feet. I thought all this time you'd been pining for roses, but instead you've been doing the right thing. What else don't I know about you, Ahn Min?

What don't I want to know about you?

''Yes, yes, she helped us a lot. Now let's get on with signing the documents, do you mind? I don't want to keep you any longer than necessary.” His words were very dry, businesslike, and in no way in keeping with the previous flirtation. Something flashed in his eyes—concern, doubt, maybe even fear—there was a tense tremor in his hands, and his whole aura changed, as if something huge and evil had turned its attention to him.

“Sure, let's get started.”

The entire process took no more than 30 minutes. I signed document after document, with occasional detached comments from Mr. Lee, which were completely at odds with his previous behavior. There was nothing special about the documents, except for one thing: Rose Hill. As best, I could make out from the extensive stack of papers, it was a small house in the style of Victorian England. It was in the ownership of a gated cottage community, the grounds of which were owned by a private company. It was all too complex and confusing to realize the meaning in the space of 30 minutes. I'll deal with it later, most likely in the company of Soomin and a couple of bottles of wine.

“Can I sell the house I inherited, Rose Hill?” I asked without lifting my head from the papers; a few more strokes and I could be out of here. The atmosphere in the office was terribly tense; my skin itched unpleasantly and tingled in places as if it no longer belonged to me.

“To my regret, I cannot help you in this matter. In all matters concerning Rose Hill, you must deal directly with the owners of the land; I will email you their contacts.” The smile he gave me was forced, and I couldn't help but wonder what had made such a difference in his change of mood.

“Okay, thank you.” I signed the last form and handed the pile of paperwork to Mr. Lee. “I'm done; hopefully everything is settled now. Can I get a copy of the documents, preferably today?”

Taeho cursorily flicked through the pages to make sure each one was signed.

“Our administrator, Sunwoo, will give you all the documents. There is one more thing you need to get before you leave. When you leave here, go further down the corridor to the vault, and Bora will show you a locker in the storage room that belongs to your sister. Now, if you'll excuse me, my next customer is waiting, and I don't want to keep him waiting.”

“Yes, yes, of course. Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Lee.” I clumsily rose from my chair, trying to get out of this stuffy room as quickly as possible. The air felt pressurized, and I felt like I was going to start suffocating a little more. I needed to get out of here right now.

“It was nice to meet you, too, Miss Ahn. Please take care of yourself.” The look he gave me was sad—so unusually sad, like the look of a man living his last day on earth. It was as if the end had come for him before he could realize it.

His words, on the contrary, were a warning. “Take care of yourself.” What kind of lawyer wishes that to a client as a farewell? Was I in danger? Perhaps you were. Although that's true, it's worth crossing out the word “perhaps”, yes, I was in danger. Could he have known about it? Did Taeho know about the roses or the people who sent those awful flowers? Was there something he hadn't told me? A thousand questions were in my head as I walked out of his office.

Mechanically, I reach for the strands of pearls at my neck and twist them around my fingers, nervousness bubbling in my stomach. This isn't some worldwide conspiracy, Sarang. Wake up.

I think I'm becoming paranoid.

The door closes softly behind me. I'm alone in a sterile, shiny corridor.

In the distance, I hear a cheerful laugh—Soomin. She was definitely laughing. Soo is having a great time waiting for me to wrap things up. Even though she was denied my escort to Mr. Lee's office, she wasn't upset at all because the nice receptionist, Sunwoo, I think his name was, was determined not to let her get bored alone.

I could have fallen in love with him. He was charming and cute, with a sweet, heart-shaped smile that would make your teeth rot. He was wearing a perfectly tailored suit, Armani Prive, in a thinly stitched pinstripe. I'd say he looked like a puppy. With those big, wet, shiny eyes and the way he struck the right pose when you told him to.

Yes, that was the kind of guy I fell in love with—the kind with a good reputation and a well-paid job—the kind who makes love, not fucks. They're the ones who make sure he looks you in the eye and whispers to you about how good you're feeling when he's caressing your body.

Good boys. Obedient boys. Sugar-coated like candy.

If I fell in love with a guy like that, Soomin would break him up like a Christmas candy bar and take a bite right down the middle of him. She liked that type—kind, gentle, and submissive. There had never been a lack of male attention in her life, but for some reason, Soo had always surrounded herself with this type of boy, like colorful toys. She wasn't afraid to break them because she could always move on to the next one. They never crossed her, nodding in obedience and jumping as high as she asked. Men were no more precious to Soo than broken crystal balls, shimmering but useless.

The corridor in front of me was long and empty, with a single door at the end. The sound of heels hitting marble tiles echoed in my head, and the checkerboard pattern on the marble was jarring. For a moment, I thought the corridor was narrowing like a rabbit hole, endless and dark. I was short of air, unable to breathe, and the oxygen in my lungs was as thick and viscous as swamp sludge. I clawed at my neck with my fingernails, trying to pull off the pearl collar, but I felt myself tightening it stronger. My eyes stung from tears and mascara, and ink streaks ran down my cheeks, and somehow they felt colder than they should have.

My fingernails dug into the skin on my collarbones, scratching at it with cruelty and anger.

I needed to get away from myself. To be separate from my body and the way I felt. The nightmare awakened inside me, licking my veins, working its way inside, and gnawing into my soul. My consciousness was beyond my mind.

I hear the sound of tearing threads and thousands of pearls falling at my feet, and I fall with them. I want to go back to before it all began. Before the pain, Before the roses.

Fluorescent lights flash like the tails of nameless comets on the pearly roundness of the beads. I see stars exploding behind my eyes, painting the underside of my eyelids with intricate strokes—the constellation Gemini. Nergal. I want to remember the days when roses were just roses, not home to the ghosts of my soul.

I hear a sound—it's pearls crunching under sharp heels. Under steel heels, like the teeth of the Witch Queen.

“Oh my God, Saran!” Someone shouts. Soomin isn't laughing anymore.

Her hands are so cold against my clammy skin. She presses my face against her chest, and the feverish beating of her heart brings me back to reality. She is my white rabbit.

Voices, voices—there are so many of them. It's a cacophony of sounds and unpleasant cracking noises. The pearls keep breaking, and I keep crying.

Someone brings me a glass of unpleasantly cold water; it runs down my throat like a liquid flame.

I finally took a breath.

“Take me home.” That's all I can say right now. I want to go home, away from the world, away from the sun, and away from the memories.

“She's having a panic attack; she needs air.”

“No! I need to go home.”

“It's OK, sweetheart. I've got you,” Soo purrs, kissing the top of my head like a little baby. She pulls me off the floor with effort, lifting me to my feet.

I look down at the checkered pattern of the marble slabs and at the scattered pearls. In some places, the white slabs are smeared with red, like lipstick smeared by a kiss. This is blood. My blood.

My legs shake like a newborn fawn as Soomin leads me away from this place. Every step was painful, almost more painful than Soo's tight grip on my forearm. “It's okay, Sarang, we're going home.”

It's okay, Sarang.

It's okay.

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“Are you sure you're feeling better?”

“Yeah, I'm fine now.” I squeezed out the shadow of a smile. Apparently it was useless; the look in her eyes remained the same: worried, with fear lurking around the edges. Fear for me.

“How long have you been having these attacks?”

“This is the first time. I guess… I don't know. Let's just say it's a consequence of trauma. I don't want to talk about it.”

“I'm so sorry.” Soo crouched on the edge of the bed, taking my hand gently. I was made of glass; she didn't want to break me or do the opposite by hurting herself on me. “It's so horrible that you have to go through all this, baby.”

“Yes, it is.” What else could I say? I could not have said a word, and everything would have been understood. The wounds under the bandage itched terribly. Long red marks stretched along my collarbones and neck. Mascara was still smeared across my face, as was the soft pink lip gloss. I looked like a mess. I was a mess.

My throat was all dry and thirsty, and my eyes were so swollen I couldn't even open them fully.

“Do you want me to stay with you tonight, love? We can watch a film or something; maybe one of those stupid comedy shows Mina hated. I'll make dinner and open the wine.”

“No need; I'll be fine. Soomin, go home; you should be resting too, not babysitting me. I'm fine, really. I'm feeling better, and I'll definitely get through the night. I'll probably go straight to sleep as soon as you leave.” Much as I loved Soo, I didn't feel like seeing anyone right now.

“If you say so, Please call me in the morning as soon as you wake up, okay?”

“Of course. Be safe, Soo. Love you.” I thought I covered my eyes for only a second before I heard the click of the front door. The mark of her kiss burned on my cheek.

I don't know how many hours I sat like that—completely still, not taking my eyes off the dark landscape outside the window, which was getting brighter now that a little moonlight was seeping through the thick clouds.

I didn't want to get out of bed, drowning in pillows and blankets like a pipe dream. I felt good in my bed. I couldn't understand what exactly had changed, but I could feel the change. Even in the morning, the bed had been cold and lonely, but now the silk under my fingers was warmer and softer to the touch. Even the smell of the blankets seemed to be different, like purple lilies and musk, a scent that remotely reminded me of something very familiar but long forgotten. Could it have been Soo's perfume? No, more like the scent that Yoru always brought with her.

By the way, where did she go? She was here when I left this morning, but knowing her talent for disappearing and reappearing at will, I didn't hold out much hope of seeing her today. It would be nice to have her around now, though.

I rolled onto my side, resting my cheek against the pillow. I didn't want to sleep, but I didn't want to get out of bed either. My gaze settled on the small box that lay on the chair across from the bed. A casket from a storage locker.

After my panic attack, Soomin took it away, since I was apparently incapable of doing so. Next to it was a neat stack of papers with black paint poisonously embedded in them, listing all the possessions I now owned, including Rose Hill, but the most valuable and important thing was kept in this little silver coffin.

The metal walls of the casket shimmered like liquid silver when moonlight hit them. I was mesmerized by this otherworldly glow. Number 0711 - Miss Ahn Mina. Sometimes a lifetime can be folded like origami and placed on a velvet cushion like a collector's item.

I struggled with myself for a few more minutes before I threw back the blankets and got out of bed. My curiosity outweighed my fear. At that moment, I had to remind myself that “curiosity killed the cat,” and if I had been any smarter, I would have thrown the box to hell and never thought of it again.

The box opened silently, and I felt a chill, as if someone had dipped my heart in ice water. There weren't many things in the box—something old, something new, and something blue—all like a wedding tradition. It wasn't like Mina. She had always despised the idea of marriage; the very thought of anyone daring to claim her freedom made her sick.

It wasn't for her, and it wasn't for me.

Weddings are gorgeous, creamy bouquets of fragrant flowers that breathe in the dawn. At the end of a long journey down a narrow church aisle, a handsome prince awaits with the promise of eternal love. As if. Girls, guard your hearts, for they will eat them for breakfast. Piece by piece, like a birthday cake, until there's nothing left to keep you alive.

Then there'll be another, just as naive. And then another, and so on, endlessly. That's all love is. A streak of devil's rubies and eaten hearts.

There was no heart and no love in that box. Just one little piece of paper with torn edges and a handful of precious trinkets. Just one small puzzle piece that had fallen out of a huge and complex picture. I could recognize Mina's handwriting from a million others, but the words written on that little piece of paper were not hers. In each letter lurked something that had never belonged to Mina; her hand had scrawled those lines, but her lips had never uttered those words.

“My only love. My divine Rose, when I leave this world, I will leave you everything you could ever want. When you read this, I will be gone. Everything has been arranged; everything is ready for you. The whole world will belong to you, my love. I took care of it. On the back of this page, I have left the number of my good friend. Please give him a call; he will help you with all the things you need. He'll be waiting for you. He is the only one you can trust, Sarang. Your beloved Mina P.S. Don't forget, love is eternal.”

I flipped the sheet to the other side. The handwriting was the same but so different; the letters were sharp and crumpled, as if they were written in a hurry.

Hongjoong. I had heard that name before. I knew the taste of it on my tongue.

My fingers hurriedly dialed the number; I didn't look at the time, and, to be honest, I didn't care. I wanted to make sure that he was real and that this wasn't another one of her crazy fantasies that would lead me down a blind alley. I needed to know that Hongjoong wasn't fiction but blood and flesh, intermittent breathing, and an unevenly beating pulse.

At the other end of the phone, the long beeps were interrupted, there was a static pause for a second, and then I heard the sleepy and so welcome sound:

“Hello.”

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