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mrcarrots · 3 years ago

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Can daddy hoongjoong take my virginity?

Daddy!January: Day 7

Breeding w Daddy!Hongjoong

Requested by: @ja3hwa

Content Includes: Soft Dom!Hongjoong x sub!fem reader, breeding, unprotected sex (duh, it’s breeding), fluff, honestly this is just really soft sex, praise, dirty talk (alot of it), possessiveness (duh it’s hongjoong), corruption (duh, it’s fucking hongjoong), oral (m receiving), inexperienced reader, cum play, aftercare

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‘Do you mind if we try something new babe?’

The pillows were thrown half-hazardly across the bed as Hongjoong hovered over you, planting small kisses down your neck.

Every night included a cuddle and make-out session when you were at Hongjoong’s place.

Sometimes you had sex and sometimes you didn’t.

Though tonight, if it’s up to you, then maybe you will.

‘Mmm, depends on whatever ‘new’ means,’ Hongjoong answered with a soft smile, giving you a gentle peck before flopping onto his side next to you, leaning his head on his hand.

A deep breath filled your chest as your body tightened in the moment, rubbing your thighs in a self-soothing way.

‘So, I know you don’t want kids and I don’t want kids either’ You swallowed, throat becoming hoarse.

‘Uhuh’ Hongjoong responded, his face filled with slight confusion.

‘But can we pretend?’ The sentence hitched with how nervous, the situation not helping with Hongjoong’s quizzical appearance.

‘Pretend to have kids?’ Hongjoong’s brow furrowed, clearly not understanding what you were trying to say.

You let out a whine of frustration just before you absolutely word-vomited your request to Hongjoong.

‘Iwanttopretendthatyouwanttogetmepregnantwhilewe’rehavingsexbecausei’veheardsomeofmyfriendssayhowhotitisandnowimcurious’.

Hongjoong raised his eyebrow at the sudden confession, his face reddening at the idea of his angel desperately wanting to be filled by him.

‘Well okay’ Hongjoong adjusted so he was lying face on his back, ‘Then I suppose you want to come over here for a minute then?’

You looked surprised at how casual Hongjoong’s response was, you weren’t sure what you were expecting but it wasn’t this.

‘What, now?’

The shrug of his shoulders caused you to smirk lightly at how candid the conversation was,

‘Yeah, you’re not going anywhere are you?’ Hongjoong teased with that classic pearly white, flashy smile.

‘Not anymore’ you quipped back before crawling over to Hongjoong and straddling him, your hands running up the planes of his covered chest and leaned down to start kissing him, his hands gently rubbing up your thighs and the both of you were just embracing the moment and how good it felt.

The moment quickly escalated however and soon, the both of you were stripped naked and Hongjoong’s cock was in your mouth, your tongue licking around the tip and enjoying Hongjoong’s moans in the room, enjoying how good you were making HIM feel instead of the other way around.

When you could feel he was close, you pulled your mouth away and watched Hongjoong’s eyes darken when he saw a string of spit follow you from his cock, his breath becoming more shaky with desire.

‘Are you going to let me fill you up angel?’ His voice was husky, the sweat of sheen causing the tattoos on his chest to glimmer under the dim lighting of the room.

‘Yes’ You panted out as you hitched your legs over his hips, ‘Want you, want you like this’

Hongjoong’s face leaned up towards yours as he flicked his tongue around the corner of your lower lip, kissing the spot before gazing up at you.

‘Do you need my fingers or anything? I usually stretch you out first’.

‘Yeah and don’t worry, I’ve got the Pill to take afterwards’ You reassured, knowing how hygienic Hongjoong was when it came to bodily fluids.

‘Good, good girl’ Hongjoong kissed the spot just below your ear, ‘What a good angel for being so responsible.’ His fingers moved as he whispered to you, pushing the tip near your entrance.

He pulled away and laid back down against the pillow, ‘Whenever you’re ready’.

Your nose crinkled at the stretch and the unusual feeling in how deep his cock felt in this position, your body still unused to being stretched in this way.

You loved being underneath Hongjoong and loved the way his body enveloped you as he filled you with his love and simultaneously, Hongjoong loved having you underneath him because he loved how close he felt when he hovered you, he loved seeing how you reacted to his touches.

It was a rare occasion where you were on top and leading the way.

And this night was one of them.

‘Fuck baby, please fill me up’ You gasp out as his cock bottomed out completely underneath you, leaning onto his chest for support as you began to rock forward.

‘You’re taking my cock so well angel, such a sweet angel’ Hongjoong’s eyes were focused upon seeing his cock move inside of you, his hands on your hips as he helped rock into a rhythm that was pleasurable for you both.

‘Are you ready for me to breed you?’ Hongjoong’s hand splaced out over your stomach, pressing his hand into your naval which elevated the sensation of his cock hitting your G-spot.

‘Yes-Wait’ You stopped moving, huffing out a shy breath as you chuckled to yourself.

‘I can’t talk dirty when I’m up here, can we switch?’ You laughed awkwardly, talking as you moved to straddle off him and lie down.

‘I thought I could talk dirty and ride at the same time, it sounded way better in my head’ You sighed out in pleasure, embarrassment filling your cheeks as Hongjoong moved to hover over you, intertwining your fingers around his neck.

‘I was waiting for you to say that’ Hongjoong responded, ‘I could tell you were struggling but I was thinking ‘Ahh, I wonder how far she’ll take this’ His voice was cheeky, his eyes filled with kindness.

‘Thank you for telling me though’ Hongjoong pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, ‘I’m happy to try whatever you want, doesn’t matter if it doesn’t work, I’ll make sure you still cum regardless’.

You reached up to press a soft kiss to his nose, ‘Thank you, thank you for making me feel safe in moments like these’

‘You know, no matter how many times we have sex, it still feels new to me, like I thought I would have gotten used to being’ You wriggled your arms and shifted your hips ‘so close to you like this but I haven’t, it’s like my body is still surprised every time you’re on top of me’.

Hongjoong giggled lightly at the remark, his tongue peeking it’s way through his smile as he reached up to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheekbone.

‘That’s a good thing baby, it means you’re not bored of me’ He joked, the corner of his eyes crinkling and his hips adjusting, rubbing his hard cock against your wet heat.

‘Can I surprise you a bit more?’ He asked, both of you knowing what he meant.

‘Mmmm’ You hummed in response, moving to wrap your legs around his waist.

A small sigh of pleasure was heard in the air as he entered you again, there was little resistance and the slide was easier than the last position, both of your bodies vibrating from the contentment of just being in each other’s embrace.

‘This position is way better, don’t you think?’ Hongjoong whispered in your ear as he began to rock his hips and pull out, groaning as he thrusted in and paused lightly when he was all inside, enjoying how you clenched around him before slowly pulling out and repeating.

‘Oh, so much better, please keep going’ You pleaded, fingers interlacing in his hair as you rocked your hips forward, trying to entice him to pick up the pace.

‘Anything baby, anything for my sweet angel’ His groans deepened in pleasure as he picked up the pace, the snap of his hips against yours resounding in the room.

‘Does my sweet angel want her pussy filled by me huh baby?’ He grunted out, leaning back in to kiss you passionately, his tongue sweeping against your palate and pulling away with a loud noise.

‘You only want to be filled with MY cum don’t you angel, you only want MY cum to be dripping out of this tight, wet pussy of yours is that right?’

‘Yes, only..want…you’ You whined out in between each of Hongjoong’s thrusts, your thighs shaking and body taut as you were close to your release.

‘You’d look so pretty with my angel in your belly huh baby?’ Hongjoong’s eyebrow quirked at the evident moan of pleasure from that phrase, lifting his body up so he could thrust his hips into you more quickly.

‘You’d like hearing that huh? Liked hearing how I’d love two angels in my life, you going to let me cum in you then? Fill you up, get you pregnant?’

‘Yes, please Hongjoong!’ You whined out, your hand snaking down to rub two circles against your clit as Hongjoong continued to pound into you, your cunt clenching more and more with each snap of his hips.

‘Cum for me angel, cum for me and then Daddy will fill you like you want, isn’t that what you wanted wasn’t it? For Daddy to pump you full?’

Your hips stuttered against Hongjoong’s as you climaxed, reaching out to clasp your hand around Hongjoong’s wrist, using it as an anchor as Hongjoong rapidly chased his release.

‘Wow, it feels a bit weird’ You panted as Hongjoong flopped onto the bed beside you, your lower body squirming lightly from the unfamiliar feeling of his cum inside of you, feeling some of it start to trickle down your thigh.

‘Oh shit, I forgot. Yeah, you need to go pee’ Hongjoong exclaimed, rolling over to the other side and slowly getting up out of the bed.

‘May as well shower while we’re at it too, can you try and not get cum on the sheets please? I don’t want to have to change them tonight, it’s too late’ He yawned and stretched dramatically, trying to get his joke across and lighten the mood.

‘Well, I can’t move can I?’ You chimed back, smiling at how light the ambience was from the banter.

‘Just get me something to wipe myself with and then I’ll come and join you’.

Hongjoong hummed in response before entering the room again with a baby wipe, handing it to you as you cleaned yourself up, the mental image of it imprinting into your mind.

Yeah, your friends told you it was hot.

And it was, in a way.

The clean-up however.

No one told you about that.

This is the second time I’ve written about breeding and It’s not something I’m personally into so I hope I wrote it well and accurate-enough.

The ending was completely different to how I was imagining it but I wanted to keep it in because I know many of my supporters are inexperienced.

Most smut won’t include the clean-up (particularly if you’re a female) that is involved when you choose to participate in unprotected sex.

And yes, peeing after sex (especially after unprotected sex) is a genuine thing that will help prevent infections.

Basically, use a condom if you don’t feel like cleaning up afterwards.

Thank you 🙂

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mrcarrots · 3 years ago

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Oh I can't wait to read the next part already it looks so interesting

| the paradigm complex | one |

pairing: ot8 ateez x fem! reader

genre: yandere!vampire!cult!poly! ateez au

warnings: yandere behavior, some cursing

They'll do whatever you ask. Anything you need. Anything you want. It's yours. They'll fulfill your every desire and whim. Give you the life you had always dreamed about.

And in exchange, you wouldn't just give them your soul. Oh, no. They weren't demons. What good was your soul alone when your purpose was better served alive and well? Your soul was nice, sure but it wasn't all they wanted. It wasn't all they needed. They needed your body, your mind. Your blood. You entirely. Every single fiber of your being was essential and would soon be theirs and theirs alone.

The moment you signed that contract, everything would change. For them and for you.

You just didn't know it yet.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

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a/n: it's here! perhaps a bit shorter than i expected, but as i was getting into things, i figured this was a good place to end the first chapter. i am so incredibly excited for this project and can't wait to start getting into the nitty gritty of it all. if you weren't around for the preview a while back, or just missed it, this piece is inspired by the movie 1BR with the addition of vampires, because I just can't help myself. (though, these types of vampires won't be like your typical vampire) this work will be a lot different than my other, in both writing style and in content, as it will have an overall, much darker tone. sure, they'll be plenty of fluff pieces. like i have so many scenarios in my mind i want to do (helping mc move in and putting furniture together, random shopping trips, movie/game nights, letting them do laundry at their place when you machine just so happens to 'break' etc.) but their relationship with mc will not exactly be the healthiest. hope you all enjoy :)

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“So, what do you think?”

You were startled from your thoughts at the voice that spoke up next to you. The empty seat beside you now occupied by the sweet-talking man who had been your tour guide for the day - Yeosang if you were recalling it correctly. It had surprised you how young he had been when you had signed in for the open house an hour or so ago and you were once again struck by that very same notion as he plopped down next to you, pocketing his phone and propping his head up with his right arm.

“It’s very nice,” you replied, eyes once more taking in the scene around you. After touring the available unit for the first half of the showing, you had been brought to the center of the complex that was used as a community center. The outdoors area was enclosed by the building around it and included everything from a garden and greenhouse to a swimming pool and grilling area. “And the community also seems great.”

You referred to the young boy currently sitting in your lap, content with scribbling over one of the applications you had been given at the end of the tour to fill out. You didn’t know anything beyond his given name, Junseo, but he had become attached to you when you had noticed him crying on the ground near the edge of the garden. While the others in your group had swept their eyes right past the sniffling child, you had approached him, rustling through your purse for the bandages you kept there when you noticed the cut on his knee. His mother had thanked you profusely when he had led you to her, too busy attending to another part of the garden to notice what had happened. And though you had left him with her, it didn’t take long for him to return to you, preferring your calm company over the few other kids scattered around the grounds while his mother worked.

You thought it strange, but the wave his mother sent you when she saw him with you told you she didn’t mind. It made you wonder just what sort of community there was here for her and the others to be comfortable letting their children run unsupervised, especially with people they didn’t even know.

It was just another piece of evidence of how nice this place was. You had heard the rumors, but seeing it in person was something else. There wasn’t a single factor about this place that deterred you in any way, and the longer you spent here exploring it, the more you fell in love with it. It was absolutely perfect, everything you could ever wish for, but-

“But…” As though he had read your mind, the man finished your train of thought, a hint of a smile tracing his lips as his eyes traveled to the papers you had left for Junseo to scribble over.

“But it’s a bit out of my price range, I’m afraid.”

A bit was an understatement; the place was double what you could reasonably afford. Though you had known that going in. Since The Paradigm had popped up a few years ago, it had quickly risen the ranks to become one of the most prestigious and highly exclusive apartment complexes in the city. You had known the price for the available unit would be high above your budget, and yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from signing up for the open house the following weekend when you noticed a few spots were still available. It wasn’t often units opened up, with the last one being nearly a year ago, and the timing had been impeccable.

You weren’t really looking for a new place to live. You had one in the south end of town with your boyfriend, and yet, that hadn’t stopped you from looking at available housing in the city on your laptop late at night when he was still at ‘work’, but you wanted out. You had wanted out for months now since you had first caught wind he was cheating, and still cheating, but it had always seemed so impossible. You were still finishing up your last year in school, and even with working enough hours to be considered full time at the bookstore, you could barely afford your half of the rent. A fact he readily reminded you of any time you threatened to leave him. As much as you hated every time he said it, he was right. You did need him. Unless you were willing to sacrifice your own safety and move into a shitty unit in a sketchy part of town, you were stuck exactly where you were. You needed him and he was more than happy to hold it over your head.

Perhaps it was because of this that you had come out today. He had been scheduled weekends at the hospital for the month, leaving you more than free and able to come to the open house without him questioning you on your whereabouts when you left. The Paradigm was a life you could never afford, and yet, it was nice to escape reality for a few hours. To sit and imagine what your life would be like if you hadn’t landed yourself in such a sticky situation. And yet, you hadn’t expected the stab of melancholy that had hit you as you had roamed the studio apartment available, nor as you sat here in the courtyard with the pleasant buzz of the complex’s current tenants as they took advantage of the beautiful day.

“Does that mean you’re looking for a place on your own, then?” he asked, attempting to blow back the piece of hair the wind had cast in front of his eyes.

“Myself?” you asked, unable to stop the tiny stab of panic that ran through you at the mention of you being on your own. Was that something you could really do? Was leaving him something you could really do? “Uh, yeah, it would just be me.”

“Well, if you ask me, it doesn’t hurt to still apply. We’re always more than willing to negotiate prices for the right person,” he hummed, fighters tapping against the table. “Though it would probably be best if I grabbed you a new copy. Junseo seems to have taken yours for himself.” At the mention of his name, Junseo looked up and matched the goofy smile Yeosang sent his way.

“That’s very kind of you, but even then…” You turned your face away, fighting the blush the embarrassment your current situation brought. Despite attempting to dress up for the event, you still stuck out from the others who had signed up. The designer clothes and custom handbags a stark contrast from the outfit you had thrifted the day before. Hell, even Junseo had nicer clothes than you to run around the garden in. “To be completely honest, I really just wanted to get an inside peek of this place. I knew I couldn’t afford to live somewhere like this at the moment, or perhaps ever, but I thought it might be fun to just imagine it for a moment.”

You resituated Junseo’s position in your lap, taking in the people milling around the grounds. It was a beautiful day, bright and warm compared to the rainy days that had plagued the city for the past week. It was the perfect day to spend time outside and enjoy what little remained of summer and you could see yourself fitting in well here. Helping out in the garden in between playing with the few children scattered about. Maybe even take a dip in the pool afterwards to cool off from a hard day’s work before lounging in a nearby chair to soak up the last bits of the summer sun.

It was just too bad it was a lifestyle you could never afford on your own. Not while you were still in school and already struggling with bills and debt as it was.

“But you are currently looking for a new place to live, right?”

“It’s not an immediate necessity at the moment, but yes,” you nodded, “if given the opportunity, I would move in a heartbeat. Not just here, but anywhere. As long as it was safe and something I could call my own.”

“Then fill out an application.” He ruffled around in his bag, pulling out another application and pushing it towards you. “I’m close with the owner and can put in a good word for you. Just fill it out, list the rent you can feasibly pay at the moment, and we might be able to work something out. After all, we’re much more concerned about quality than quantity here at Paradigm.”

“You would do that?” Your eyes widened, wondering why on earth this man would do that for you when the rest of the group you were with would be willing to pay twice the starting rent just for the opportunity to say they lived in the most exclusive complex in the city. “Why?”

“I like to think I have a nose for good people,” he smiled, fingers tapping against the application, “and you’re a good person, y/n, I can smell it. So, come on, Junnie,” he reached for the boy on your lap, ignoring the pout that crossed his lips as he took him from your hold, “let’s get you back to your mother so the pretty lady can fill out her application.”

He left you at that, but only made it a few feet before he was stopped by a nearby couple in the tour group. By the glance they sent your way, you knew they had overheard Yeosang’s mention of putting in a good word for you and hoped to earn a similar feat for themselves. After all, it didn’t matter who was the first person to apply for the unit or who was the highest bidder when it came to Tthe Paradigm. You didn’t get to choose whether or not you lived here. They chose you. And a good word from the tour guide was exactly what you needed to get in.

Not wanting to stick around for the conversation, Junseo wriggled his way out of Yeosang’s grasp and made off in the direction of his mother with one last toothy grin in your direction.

You turned back to the second application he had handed you, twirling the pen in your hand as you mulled it over. None of it made much sense in your mind. Why would they select your application when there were hundreds of others that would willingly pay triple what you could? But even if that was true, and the chances of you getting in were close to zero, what did you have to lose? What was the worst that could happen? That you’d be left exactly where you started. In a shitty situation, but no shittier than it already was. And on the tiny chance it did go through, well, your entire life could change. You would have that fresh start you had been yearning for so long.

That and, well, there was something charming about Yeosang, something about him that was enticing. It didn’t slip your notice that he had called you pretty in passing, and though you knew it was just the way his personality seemed to be, you still felt a pull towards him. He was someone you could get along with, that much you could tell. Someone that you would enjoy getting to know and become friends with if you had the chance to.

So, before you could overthink it and talk yourself out of it, you pulled the application closer towards you and began filling it out.

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If there was one thing in life that stressed you out, it was phone calls. You never knew what about them always caused your anxiety to spike each time you saw an incoming call flash up on your phone screen, but you avoided them as much as you could, preferring to either text or talk in person. So, when a call from an unknown number interrupted the song coming from your car’s speakers, you made to silence it knowing that if it was important, they would just leave a message. However, something about the number on your screen seemed familiar and made you pause.,

You didn’t want to talk to anyone at the moment, not after all the shit you had dealt with the first half of your shift for the day, but you finger still hovered over the accept button as you quickly searched your brain for the reason behind its familiarity. Thinking it might just be your doctor finally returning your call for the refill you had been waiting for or even possibly a call on one of the countless job applications you had been filling out the past few weeks, you grudgingly accepted figuring it would be better to get it over with now instead of living with the stress of what it might be the rest of your shift.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this l/n y/n?”

“Um, yeah.” You shifted the phone in your hand, trying to place the familiarity of the voice on the other end. “This is y/n.”

“This is Kang Yeosang from Paradigm. I’m calling to let you know that your application for unit 617 has been accepted.”

“Wait, are you serious?”

You couldn’t hold back the gasp his response elicited, but you were able to catch the string of curse words before they slipped out. Despite Yeosang’s promise of putting in a good word for you, you had never expected anything to come out of it. Not when you had followed through with his suggestion and wrote down the actual amount you could feasibly pay for the place. And though you had held on to some hope something would come from it, you had already come to accept the fact you would never hear from them again.

“I can assure you, I’m quite serious,” he chuckled. “I talked with the owner about your application and he was more than willing to accept it as long as you were willing to accept a few additional stipulations that I’d like to discuss with you now if you have the time.”

“Oh, okay.”

You did your best to hide your disappointment, already fearing the worst. Despite Yeosang’s insistence they were willing to negotiate on pricing, you should have known they would never just drop the rent in half for you because he had felt pity towards you.

“Don’t worry, it’s not like we’re going to ask you to sell your soul,” he chuckled. “You see, one of our administrative assistants recently put in her resignation and we’re in need of a replacement. When we looked over your application, we noticed the address of your current residence and place of work are on the other side of the city and came to the conclusion you would likely be in need of a job with a better commute if you were to move here.”

You felt yourself begin to relax; the dread his earlier statement had caused slowly being replaced with excitement once more as he began to explain himself. Was he alluding to what you thought he was?

“We’d like to extend a job offer towards you here at The Paradigm, which if you were to accept, would cover the cost of your rent in addition to a biweekly stipend to cover any other expenses you might have.”

“And what exactly would the job entail?” you asked, trying hard to cover the shock his reply gave you and trying just as hard to not let your hopes get too high before you figured out exactly what it was he was offering you. There had to be a catch. The offer was just too good to be true. So what was it? “I’m finishing up my last year of university online, but I would still need some flexibility in my schedule to account for my classes.”

“Oh, it would just be your typical administrative work. You’d mostly just be assisting myself and the other managers here and we’re more than willing to work around your class schedule,” Yeosang replied without skipping a beat. “I understand this is quite a bit of information for you to go through and a big decision to make, so please take your time. I’ll be sending an email to you here soon that includes a detailed description of the job alongside the logistics of your pay and housing for you to look through when you have a moment. It will help in giving you a clearer idea of just what you would be signing up for if you were to accept.”

You were silent, unsure of what exactly to say. What could you say? Everything you had wished for the past few months was finally being extended towards you. A new job, housing of your own, and most importantly, a way out of the toxic relationship you had been stuck in for so long. All of it. Everything you dreamed of for so long, now within reach.

There had to be a catch, right? It couldn’t be as good as it seemed, right? So, what was it?

“Like, I said, you don’t have to give me an answer now. Read through the emails I’ll be sending you and just give us a call back sometime within the next two weeks when you’ve decided.”

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You had briefly looked over the emails Yeosang sent you over the last few minutes of your lunch break, but it wasn’t until the next morning that you had a chance to sit down and really go through them, bogged down with school work when you had gotten home from work the night before.

You were curled up on the couch with a blanket, nursing a cup of tea as you read through the email for the fifth time that morning, trying to figure out what the catch was. But just as always, you couldn’t find anything. Everything seemed straightforward and in order. No loops or holes or questionable activities in sight. The hours were flexible to account for your current classes, and they only required you to start working full time when you graduated at the end of the year. And yet, despite only having to work half the hours you currently were, it was still enough to cover your rent and utilities, as well as a more than generous stipend as long as you agreed to stay with them for the next two years.

There were a few other stipulations lined out towards the end of the agreement, but they were menial tasks compared to what you had been expecting, and something all occupants were asked to follow. It was mostly spending a few hours every month volunteering in the community garden - which also paid out in receiving part of the harvest for free - and then donating blood every other month as long as you were in fit condition to do so. You had found this last one strange until you remembered reading about how The Paradigm also ran their own blood bank which served the nearby hospitals, and requested their residents give through the program as part of their fee for living there.

You sighed as you reached the end of the email once again, eyes glancing up at the apartment around you. As usual for a Monday morning where he was working weekends, he was nowhere to be found. He claimed work as the culprit per usual, but you weren’t oblivious to his charade anymore, not like you used to be. It wasn’t work that kept him out so late. It wasn’t his twelve hour shifts running long that kept him sleeping at the hospital instead of coming home. And when he finally came home tonight long after you had already gone to bed, you’d be stuck acting like nothing was wrong on the following days he had off.

You had wanted out of this hell for so long, but just always assumed it would be impossible, especially at your current stage in life. He was several years older than you and had a steady, well-paying job as a nurse at the nearby hospital. His offer had been so enticing when he had asked you to move in with him nearly two years ago, but that had been a different time. A time where his pretty face and charismatic character had swept you in before trapping you here with him with no way out.

You didn’t understand why he was so intent on having you stay. It was clear his interest in you had waned over the past year, but anytime you mentioned leaving, he flipped. Those were the nights when everything became blurred. You always went into the conversation with the full intent of leaving, oftentimes bags already packed and ready to go, only to find yourself curled up in bed with him once again the following morning, head pounding, memories blurred, and bags unpacked and put away.

He was always sweet to you in the days that followed, giving you his full attention and telling you how much he needed you and how much you needed him. Of just how important you were to him and how he would never be able to survive without you. But his words were only ever short lived, and he’d be back to his old habits a week or so later, creating an endless cycle with no way out. Or at least you had always thought.

All you had to do was accept the offer in front of you and you would have that fresh start you so desperately craved. No more shitty relationship. No more shitty job. No more shitty apartment. And no more feeling like complete shit because of all of it.

In front of you was the opportunity of a lifetime. An opportunity to live at one of, if not the most, prestigious complexes in the city, and for all intents and purposes, being paid to live there. All you had to do was accept. Accept the offer they had handed you and start your life over again.

And as Yeosang had joked, they weren’t even asking for your soul in exchange. It was simply being the right person at the right time. Not that it had mattered, you’d probably give it to them anyways if they had, gladly giving it away for the hell you lived in now.

Your hand hovered over the phone beside you, debating whether or not to call the number Yeosang had left for you and make the active decision to finally change your life.

“Thank you for calling The Paradigm Complex, how may I help you?”

You didn’t recognize the voice at the other end, signaling it wasn’t Yeosang you were speaking to this time around. And though it did make you a bit nervous, unsure of what the other workers might be like, Yeosang had promised everyone there was a delight to work with, including the upper management.

“Um, hi, this is l/n y/n, and I’m calling about my acceptance into unit 604.”

“Ah, Miss l/n, it’s a pleasure to hear from you. I’m Jung Wooyoung, one of the other Property Managers here at the Paradigm. Is there a question I can help you with or do you by chance have an answer towards your acceptance here?”

“Well, I’ve gone through the email you sent me a few times now and I think…” you paused for just a second, taking one final look at the apartment around you. “I think I would like to accept your offer if that’s okay with you.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful to hear! We’ve all been very excited to have you on board with us here after everything our Yeosang has had to say about you. He has a great eye for people, after all,” he chuckled, easing some of your earlier worries. Yeosang was right. He seemed nice. And if these were the types of people you would be working with, it would be a vast improvement over your current workplace. “We’ll need you to come in sometime within the next week to go over and sign some paperwork before everything can go through and we can hand you your keys. Is there a time or day that works best for you?”

“Oh, well, I’m free today if that works,” you reply, feeling more eager than ever to finally go through with it now that you had finally made that first step. It was really happening. You were getting out of here. “It’s last minute, I know, so if not, I don’t think I’d be able to come in until Friday afternoon or Saturday morning.”

It was only a partial lie. You would probably have time to make it in before their office closed tomorrow or any time on Thursday, but then your boyfriend would start to get curious as to why you were either out late, or going out when you didn’t have work. And until all the paperwork was signed and everything was certain, you didn’t want to mention any of this to him. Not when he would do anything and everything to keep you from following through and leaving him.

“We could definitely fit you in sometime today if that’s what works best for you,” he replied and you could hear the distant clacking of a keyboard. “I don’t think Seonghwa is too busy today, so I’ll send him a message and let him know you’re coming in so he can help you get everything signed and situated. Does around two work for you?”

“Yeah, that works great.” It was impossible to keep the smile off your face as you switched your phone over to your other ear. “Do I just come in the same entrance I did for the open house?”

“The gate to the parking garage will be locked, but just page the front desk when you pull up and I can let you in. From there, just park where you did before in the visitor section and I can once again let you inside the building when you get to the door.” He paused for a second and you hear the muffled sounds of voices as someone approached him. “Sorry about that,” he continued after a few moments, “Seonghwa just popped in, so I let him know you’d be headed this way in a few hours. He told me to let you know that either Mingi or Yunho should also be free around that time to draw a sample of your blood for testing. That way we can see if you’re fit to be a donor with us during your stay, so make sure to drink plenty of fluids and eat beforehand.”

“You do it all there?”

“We have our own clinic on the property, yes, and though it’s mostly used as a blood bank for our give-back program, our staff on hand is also available and qualified to help with any other medical needs you might have during your time with us. All of which is completely covered.”

“Oh, wow.”

“It’s just one of the many added benefits you’ll have while you’re living and working here with us. All of which will be gone over with Seonghwa when you’re finishing up your paperwork later this afternoon,” he replied, and you could hear the chuckle your earlier response caused. "We like to think of The Paradigm as its own individual community here in the city and aim to be as self-sufficient as we can, so if there’s anything you ever need, just ask. We’re always more than happy to help each other here. Our only request is that you return the favor for us whenever the roles happen to be reversed.”

And they will. Oh, they will. You could count on that.

They'll do whatever you ask. Anything you need. Anything you want. It's yours. They'll fulfill your every desire and whim. Give you the life you had always dreamed about.

The moment you signed that contract, everything would change. For them and for you.

You just didn't know it yet.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

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mrcarrots · 3 years ago

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No you can't just end mommy December 😭😭😭😭😭

Mommy!December: Day 20

Scent Play with Yandere Mommy!Seonghwa

Content Includes: Hard Dom Mommy!Seonghwa x sub!fem reader, I have no excuses for this piece of filth, I just wanted to end the series with an explosion, because my dignity exploded as I was writing this, perv Seonghwa, kissing, overstimulation, cum play, oral (fem receiving), use of vibrators, mutual masturbation, voyeurism (use of a mirror), possessive Seonghwa, nipple play, panty sniffing, aftercare.

olfactophilia/scent play: turned on by your partner’s natural pheromones/smell.

This fic contains toxic and co-dependent themes and is for mature audiences only.

Word Count: 950

‘No precious, that’s not enough. Mommy wants your scent with me always’.

Seonghwa would not be able to see you for a week during the holidays, both your families lived far away and it had been a long time since you had spent time with anyone else apart from him.

And if Seonghwa couldn’t have you with him.

He would settle for a part of you.

Sweat furrowed down your brow as you watched your body squirm in front of the mirror, Seonghwa’s tight grip around you was the only thing stopping you from hitting the floor.

‘I need you to drench Mommy’s briefs precious, want the smell of your cunt on my cock when you’re away from me’ Seonghwa hissed into your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe and causing you to jolt under his touch.

The bullet vibrator buzzing against your clit was causing your thighs to shake underneath you, Seonghwa had no mercy with his touches and the firm pressure was causing you to rise and quite quickly.

‘Mommy…I’m close’ You whined out, your nails imprinting in Seonghwa’s forearms as your core was throbbing, the mirror starting to fog with how hard you were panting.

‘Yes, come on. You can do it, be a good girl and soak Mommy’s briefs’ His voice was dark, husky and gruff, there was no gentleness in his presence, just the pure and desperate need to mark his underwear with your scent.

‘Mmmm!’ You climaxed with a groan, your head tilting forward as your body collapsed slightly in Seonghwa’s arms, his gaze watching yours in the mirror as he looked at you like a man starved.

‘You sound so beautiful, precious, you’re doing so well’ Seonghwa praised, planting soft kisses down your neck and rubbing your sides, the bullet vibrator now turned off.

‘Turn around baby, lean against the mirror’ Seonghwa gently turned so your back was against the mirror as you tried to gather yourself, your brain addled with pleasure.

‘Relax for a minute’ He cooed into your ear, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

The world slowly stopped spinning as Seonghwa returned from the bathroom, you assumed he placed the vibrator in there for cleaning afterwards.

‘Here, drink for me’ You felt your mouth being gently pried open as Seonghwa poured water down your throat, wiping the stray drops from your chin.

‘Better?’ You opened your eyes to see Seonghwa’s soft gaze staring down at you, his hand rubbing soft strokes on your head.

‘Better’ You nodded, nuzzling your face against Seonghwa’s hand and reciprocating the gentle kiss he gave you.

‘Good’ Seonghwa’s soft smile faded, his stern gaze back ‘Now we go again’.

‘Wait-Mo* Ahh!* A squeal left your chest as Seonghwa lightly smacked your thigh.

‘Hush, Mommy needs to check how wet you are’ He kneeled down, tracing kisses along your pubic and hip bone as he slowly peeled his briefs down, exposing your bare cunt.

Seonghwa tutted and he shook his head in disappointment, your throat hitching at the sight.

Oh fuck, it was going to be a long night.

‘You’ve barely soiled them precious, look’ You tilted your head down to see the briefs you were wearing.

The multiple orgasms from his fingers and the vibrator had barely left a stain on the crotch, not nearly enough for Seonghwa’s liking.

He wanted his briefs to be doused in your scent, like a perverted fragrance only known to him.

`I guess Mommy’s not trying hard enough,’ Seonghwa murmured, his breath blowing air on your sensitive clit and your body shivered at what would happen next.

His long tongue licked the underside before sucking the clit in between his teeth,

‘I can go all night long if we need to,’ Seonghwa warned as he pulled the briefs up, covering you again and standing up to walk over to the desk, his hand wandering over his shiny, new toys.

You choked on your spit when Seonghwa came back with a shiny pink egg vibrator, your cunt clenching around nothing at the thought of what pleasure was about to be thrusted upon you next.

‘Mommy..I don’t know-’ Your comment was interrupted as Seonghwa lips claimed yours, his tongue dominating you, your taste in his mouth as he manoeuvred you to face the mirror again.

‘Come on my love, you can do it’ Seonghwa whispered in your ear as his eyes locked onto yours in the mirror, his fingers tweaking your nipple through your t-shirt and he gently inched his fingers down, tilting your head so he can kiss you messily as the vibrator entered you, your teeth biting his bottom lip at the sudden intrusion.

As he pulled away, a thread of spit followed him, he leaned in to wipe the saliva from your bottom lip, pushing the excess back into your mouth as you sucked on his thumb, your blown out pupils gazing up at his hazy ones.

‘You’ll be spending a week without me soon and Mommy doesn’t like that, so my precious, little star.'

He gently cupped your jaw, applying light pressure to the sides of your throat as he stared lasciviously towards you through the mirror.

'Be a good girl and let me ruin you tonight'.

Seonghwa was unrelenting with his toys and fingers, both of you covered in marks from how tightly you were gripping onto each other.

He only stopped when your legs gave out from all the quivering, having to carry you bridal style to the bedroom as you passed out from the overstimulation.

You were too tired to even hear Seonghwa’s muffled whines and groans, his nose buried deep in the soiled underwear as he jerked off in the bathroom.

Mommy got what he wanted.

His favourite aroma, his sacred perfume.

All for him.

And only for him.

I didn’t realise this was an actual fetish until I started Googling it and I feel like I’ve unlocked something in me I wasn’t prepared for.

I’m definitely writing this for Hongjoong, this is such a Hongjoong thing as well.

Anyway…

Alas, it has all come to an end!!!

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mrcarrots · 3 years ago

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I want to be a doll and star for hwa

Mommy!December: Day 18

Request: Dollification w Mommy!Seonghwa

Content Includes: Hard!Dom Mommy Seonghwa x sub!fem reader, edging, overstimulation, implied consent, fingering (fem receiving), praise, kissing, clothed sex, nipple play, marking, missionary, humiliation, cum play, unprotected sex (don’t do it), use of the word ‘c*ck’ and ‘c*m’.

Word Count: 978 (I could not stop writing, I love this trope so much)

‘My precious star needs to stay still for Mommy’ Seonghwa taunted as he straddled you over the bed, his hands lightly gripping your sides and cautioning you to relax.

Seonghwa smiled with pride at how he had styled you with silver eyeshadow and glittery highlighter on your cheeks.

His favourite piece was the two small ‘star’ stickers placed underneath your eyes, the light catching onto them and adding a radiant glow to your face.

You looked beautiful, like you were Seonghwa’s glowing star.

And Seonghwa loved being the reason for you glowing and shining in front of him.

Or more importantly,

Seonghwa loved being the reason for you glowing and shining UNDERNEATH him.

‘When you dress like Mommy’s star…what does that mean?’ Seonghwa’s eyebrow quirked, his gentle voice laced with an authoritative tone as he hovered over you.

‘I need to stay still’ You gulped, the heat rising in your body in anticipation of what’s to come.

And wondering how many times Seonghwa is going to make you cum.

‘And?’

‘Not speak unless Mommy says so’

Seonghwa nodded lightly and his face relaxing caused your body to unwind, an exhale leaving your chest.

‘Good girl’ He leaned down to gently kiss your forehead,

‘Such an obedient star for Mommy’.

Goosebumps covered your skin as Seonghwa’s eyes scanned your body, his fingers tweaking your nipples through the silver-toned slip dress you were wearing, watching how they hardened through the silk cloth.

‘I’m going to say this once and only once puppet’ Seonghwa’s voice dropped to a lower octave, his eyes narrowing and his gentle demeanour fading.

With Seonghwa’s hands on your navel and with his knees spreading you apart, you really did feel like an immobile fucktoy for him to play with.

And it made your cunt drip wet with need each and every time.

‘If you’re a good doll, I’ll let you cum and if you’re a bad doll, I won’t let you cum at all.’

Seonghwa’s fingers teasingly traced up your inner thighs, a smirk plastered on his face as you whined slightly, watching your cheeks blush red.

‘But to be a good doll, you cannot move or speak until Mommy says so. Do you understand?’

Seonghwa watched you nod enthusiastically as he pulled your panties down, his cock throbbing at seeing how your skin shivered under his touch.

Time went so slow under Seonghwa’s touch, it was like all of the molecules in the Universe were being dedicated to being a good doll.

Which was already proving to be a difficult feat due to how Seonghwa’s fingers were rapidly accelerating you to your first climax of the night.

‘Mmm’ You whined as your neck arched slightly, your body jolting as his fingers rubbed against your G-spot, feeling your cunt clench and tighten around him.

‘It’s been less than 10 minutes and your pretty cunt is clenching around my fingers, are you greedy for my cock already?’

Seonghwa’s eyes were locked upon yours, a mocking lilt to his voice as he thrived upon seeing you having to contain yourself for him.

The predatory glare softened for a bit when he saw your face furrow with effort not to speak, your hands shaking as you clutched at the sheets.

Your core ached with the pressure, your entire body tense with control.

‘I want you to cum for me, precious'’ Seonghwa leaned forward, firmly holding your chin so he could watch you tremble under his touch.

‘But remember…no speaking or moving’.

‘Mmmm!’ A loud whine was caught in your throat, your teeth digging into your bottom lip to prevent noise from escaping as you climaxed around Seonghwa’s fingers, his steady gaze heightening the intensity of the moment as your hands fisted the sheets underneath you.

‘You’re doing so well’ Seonghwa praised as he removed his fingers, gently prying your mouth open as he brought his cum-covered fingers to them, softly pushing them between your lips.

‘Lick them clean for me precious’

A loud groan was heard from Seonghwa’s chest as he felt your tongue swirl around his digits, the sucking and squelching only adding to the tightening of his briefs.

You’re lying on the bed probably thinking about how enjoyable it is for Seonghwa to watch you squirm.

And while it was, he had been wanting to fuck you since pressing the last star upon your cheek.

He was trying to hold back just as much as you were.

The cloth of the dress was sticking to your breasts, wet with Seonghwa’s saliva and little hickies and bites were already forming on your neck and chest.

By the time Seonghwa was ready to fuck you to oblivion, your bottom lip was red and swollen from containing all your moans and whimpers.

‘Can we continue my love?’ Seonghwa asked reassuringly, rubbing your thighs and a soft smile on his face.

‘Mh-mh!!’ An affirmative noise resounded through the room and you shifted your hips slightly to subliminally tell Seonghwa ‘yes’.

‘Ahh, your cunt is just sucking me precious-hah!’ Seonghwa hissed out as he entered you, his hands hitching your legs around his waist, feeling your legs shake underneath him as he bottomed out in one thrust.

‘You can touch me now’ He moaned into your mouth as he felt you wrap yourself around his body, his tongue and mouth kissing and soothing the reddening swell of your lips.

‘You’ve done so well for me my love, been so good for me’ He spoke in between trailing kisses from your mouth to the side of your jaw, one hand supporting himself and the other cradling your face.

He thrusted particularly hard, stilling his hips inside of you as he heard a high-pitched whine escape your lips.

‘Now my precious, little star’ Seonghwa’s face hovered over yours, pants and breaths being exchanged, his lips dancing over yours.

‘Mommy wants to hear you scream’.

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mrcarrots · 3 years ago

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Where do i get a mommy like seonghwa?

Mommy!December: Day 16

Request: Rough Sex w Yandere Mommy!Seonghwa

Content Includes: Hard Dom!Seonghwa x sub!fem reader, edging, possessive Seonghwa, consent is implied, angst, SO MUCH OF IT, primal sex, Seonghwa is a manipulative partner in this fic, dirty talk, kissing, oral (female receiving), mentions of c*m and c*ock, marking, bruises, it’s rough sex..so you know…it’s rough, verbal argument, make-up sex, aftercare.

Word Count: 816

Disclaimer: This fic contains themes of manipulation and power imbalance. This type of relationship is not of a healthy standard, read with care.

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mrcarrots · 3 years ago

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This has no business being this hot

𝟐𝟑: 𝟎𝟗 - 𝐊.𝐇𝐉 + 𝐏.𝐒𝐇

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♡ Pairing : seonghwa x fem!reader x hongjoong

♡ Genre : smut + pwp

♡ W.C : 423

♡ Warnings : threesome, implied oral, corruption kink, spit kink, choking, degradation

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“Don’t look at me like that Y/N, or I might just have to break this pretty pussy of yours.”

You clenched on air at Seonghwa’s words, blushing as he chuckled at you. He blew cool air onto your cunt and watched intently as you squirmed above him, face scrunching up at the sensation. Hongjoong was sat on the chair nearby, an erection straining against his suit. Never in his life did Hongjoong think he’d be turned on by his business partner eating out his girlfriend. It seemed that there was a first time for everything.

“Its those big doe eyes, especially when they well up with tears. God, they make me wanna ruin her.”

Seonghwa scoffed and looked up at your shaking body, your legs barely holding you up. He kissed your inner thigh and smirked when you involuntarily gasped. Hongjoong grasp on the arm of the chair tightening ever so slightly, jealousy fuelling the fire of his arousal. Seonghwa gripped your thighs and dug his nails in, making you whimper quietly. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Hongjoong continued.

“Don’t be fooled though Hwa, my baby can be so dirty sometimes. She’s come just from being choked, how pathetic is that?”

His words ignited a fire in your stomach, memories flooding in of that moment. Your wetness started running down your thighs, prompting Seonghwa to collect some on his pointer finger and taste it.

Hm, sweeter than he expected. It brought a smirk to his face.

“And now she’s getting all wet over it too Joong, it seems your baby likes you airing her dirty little secrets.”

Hongjoong slowly stood up, sauntering to the bed and placing his finger under your chin. Your skin burned as you tilted your head up, Hongjoong smirking and biting his lip for a minute before his expression turned dark. A wad of spit flew onto your face and Hongjoong wiped it all over with his thumb, his face one of disgust as you closed your eyes with a moan.

“Whore.”

Before you could reply, Hongjoong’s hand wrapped around your throat, the cool metal of his rings eating into your skin blissfully. You threw your head back in ecstasy and let out a choked moan as Hongjoong tightened his grip, slowly cutting off your air supply. He contrasted this harsh action with soft kisses, pecking you on your cheek as he caressed your face with his free hand.

”What do you say, babygirl? Are you gonna cum just from Master’s hands choking your pretty, little neck?”

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mrcarrots · 3 years ago

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We love a little breeding and corruption kink In this household 🥵💜

Mommy!December: Day 14

Request: Corruption+ Breeding with Mommy!Seonghwa

Content Includes: Dom!Seonghwa x sub!fem reader, breeding kink (duh), praise, dirty talk, humiliation? Seonghwa calls reader ‘nasty’, nipple play, mating press, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), corruption play, mentions of the word c*nt and c*ck, kissing, aftercare.

Word Count: 601

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mrcarrots · 3 years ago

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This is just so good the details and the time you put in this is just so 😭

| in love and lore | seven |

pairing: ateez x fem reader

genre: fantasy/daemon/soulmate au

warnings: some cursing, overarching yandere behavior ( i think that's it )

summary: the daemon king and his seven black generals. names and faces of these eight had changed over the years as each new king was crowned, but their reputation as the most powerful daemons always remained the same. upon hearing the rumors one of the seven led the charge of the nearby battle, you should have stayed close to the encampment. you should have never wandered out on your own. but you did, and your life would never be the same again. good or bad, you would just have to wait to find out.

“There’s no need to be afraid, angel.” His words were a breath against the side of your neck. “You’ve done so much for us, let your king now return the favor.”

wordcount: 9.3k

| six | seven | eight |

a/n: okay, so i won't lie, this chapter was like super nerve racking for me to post. and i think it's because a lot of questions are answered in this one and the thought of them not being satisfying makes me anxious. and i think that's one reason why i struggled with this one, but in the end, i'm, happy with the way it turned out, so i hope you all are too. it certainly ended up longer than expected, nearly doubling in length. oops. as always though, i appreciate and adore all your feedback, love and support! :)

May I come in?

You were startled by the abruptness of the voice inside your head, the panic you had finally began to quell coming back in full force. The fact he was here and speaking to you not only serving as a swift reminder of what had happened earlier in the night but of everything that was still to come. Of the answers they had all but promised you at this point.

Can you give me a verbal response, angel? As much as I may wish I could at times, I can't exactly read your mind; only the thoughts you outwardly project. And even then, only those from a close distance.

You mulled over your answer, wondering just what it was you wanted. You had come back to camp willingly enough with Jongho when he had promised answers upon your return, but you kept seeing Hayoon's face as she was left to bleed out every time you closed your eyes, followed by the blood that had slowly dripped from Hongjoong's hand. And then way her father had looked you. The guilt he had thrown at you as he ordered you to help, pinning all the blame on you. As though you had been the one to slice her throat and not the daemon grinning gleefully before him.

And was he right? Was it really your fault? After all, you could have saved her. You could have prevented her death if you had just moved.

"Just... just give me a second," your voice was soft, a mumble against the skin of your legs, "...please."

You had been so angry earlier. Your emotions wild and out of control by what they had done. So much so, you had wanted answers then and there, determined to know your role in all this. But now that you were here, you didn't know what it was you wanted. Not anymore.

You didn't want to talk with Hongjoong anymore, not really. Not after the scene you had witnessed earlier. You were no stranger to death. You had seen more death in your twenty years than anyone your age should have ever seen, but this was different. This wasn't just another meaningless death in the war. This wasn't a battle kill. This wasn't a soldier killing another because it was kill or be killed. This was someone killing purely for the sake of the act. Hayoon might have overstepped her boundaries when she had began speaking so brazenly to Hongjoong, but had that truly warranted her death?

All her crimes had been against you. It had been you she had insulted and you that she had threatened to expose and kill. And though Jongho had claimed she had still broken their laws when she had threatened your life, was it still justified when she hadn't known?

She had died because of you. Forced to bleed out because of you. And you hadn't done a single thing to prevent it. Not one single thing.

Perhaps this was why her death clung to your skin, because despite it all, you knew her father was justified in his guilt. Hayoon's death was on your hands just as much as theirs and no matter how hard you had scrubbed at them, the blood wouldn't come off. Your hands had been forever stained.

You wanted answers. You needed answers. You needed to know why they kept slaughtering people in your name. You needed to know what they had done to you and what they planned on doing with you. But the uncertainty of it all terrified you. What if Hayoon had spoken the truth? What if the truth was everything you feared? That this was all just one big game to them and you were just another means to an end. That you were nothing more than a pawn used to get the humans and now that your use was gone, you and your siblings would be executed like all the other half-daemons.

Or what if it was something else? Something worse than death. Something that prolonged your use to them.

You let out another sigh, pulling your legs in closer as a shiver coursed through your body. All you asked and yearned for the past few days had been answers to the questions running through your mind, but now that they were just within reach, you were hesitant. Terrified of what those answers would be and terrified of what was to come once you had finally gotten them.

And if the unknown didn't scare you enough, the path to it did. It had been easy to be frustrated with Hongjoong before, but now that you had met him, you wondered how you had ever dared to utter any of these frustrations out loud. You had known who he was all along, even without any outward confirmation, but nothing could have prepared you for what the daemon king was truly like. Even if he hadn't killed Hayoon in front of you, the short exchange you had with him beforehand had been nerve racking enough. His aura was large enough to fill the entire room, the raw power and strength exuding from it had left you feeling so small and insignificant inside it. And now that man was requesting to meet with you and you alone.

Alone with the daemon king.

If you had told yourself where you would be two years ago, you would have laughed. To think someone of your status would be requested to meet with the king of daemons wasn't just ludicrous, it was near impossible to believe. You had heard the rumors of what this man was like your entire life. Of course you had wondered what he was like before and wondered how he would compare to his father before. You had wondered, just like everyone else had wondered about a man of myth and legend, but you had never expected to actually meet him face to face. You hadn't wanted to ever meet him.

But here you were. In the middle of the daemon's encampment with the daemon king asking to come speak with you. Even with the direction your life had recently taken the past few weeks, it still felt strange. It felt surreal, and left you half-believing that this really had all been some sort of hazy, fever dream. That at any moment now you would finally wake up.

You wished you would wake up. Wished that it was nothing more than a dream. That it was just a nightmare and any second you would wake up. That you would find yourself back in your shared bed with Soomin and laugh about it once you had calmed yourself down.

But this wasn't a dream and you wouldn't be waking up any time soon. This was real. And you had no choice but to accept the fate you had taken when you had stumbled upon your first injured daemon so long ago. The moment you had chosen to save him, you fate had been sealed. The Black Angel had been born and you had no choice but to accept the consequences of your actions.

Take your time, angel. I'll be waiting for you outside.

His response brought you back to reality and you briefly wondered how long you could make him wait before he grew too impatient with you. It was a futile thought, though. What good would prolonging this meeting do for you? You couldn't live like this anymore. The uncertainty of your life and what was to become of you was driving you crazy. You needed answers and this was the only way you would be getting them. If it ended up being the death of you, then so be it. At least you wouldn't have to keep living with the unknown hanging off the back of your neck.

Knowing what you needed to do and doing it were two completely different stories though, and you fought the urge to slink further into the water of the tub. You could mope all you wanted, fight all you wanted, but there was no changing what was to come. As terrifying as it all may be, you would just have to get it over with. Otherwise who knows what lengths they would go to next.

You still waited to leave the tub until the water grew too cold to stand any longer and were careful to keep your gaze away from your body as you got out and dressed. You didn't think he would dare to abuse his power in such a way, especially if he checked in with you before coming inside, but you didn't want to chance it and were grateful your eyes had been closed when he had first spoken to you. If he had been spying on you in the last few minutes, all he would have seen and heard was the back of your eyelids and the shaky exhales of your breath.

There was some relief in knowing he couldn't read your thoughts, though his vague explanation had confused you. What had he meant when he had said he was only able to read the thoughts you outwardly projected? How did you project a thought and had you been doing it unknowingly all this time? Was this they reason why he and the others had heard certain phrases you had said in your head? Was this what Wooyoung had meant when he had said they wouldn't willingly read them? That they had no choice in the matter when you kept projecting them all along?

The thought caused another sigh to fall from your lips, fully knowing this was just another unknown that was to be added to your growing list.

You took your time making yourself presentable, pulling on the spare set of clothes laid out for you and running Hyunwoo's comb through your damp hair. It was a stark contrast from the way you had looked when you first met him, but you felt more at ease with the plain, baggy clothes. This was the real you. A poor, simple half-daemon with just a few items to her name. Not the girl he had seen at the ball, dressed in an outfit worth far more than she was herself. That was a lifestyle you would never obtain. Not because you would never be able to afford it, but rather society would never come to accept it.

Once you were dressed and ready, you were unsure of what to do next, fighting the part of you that yearned to slip inside the bed next to you and pretend as though you had fallen asleep. Was he still listening to you? Did you just have to speak out loud once more and he would hear you? Or did he expect you to reach out to him in person? He had said he would wait for you outside the tent, so had that been a hint for you to go outside and meet with him there?

You knew you were overthinking the matter, but your anxiety over the impending conversation clouded your brain and made it near impossible to come to a decision. You could feel his presence on the other side of the fabric that separated you, the intensity of it adding to the nerves coursing through you. You didn't want to go out there. You didn't want to see him again, but what choice did you have? You needed answers and you wouldn't run now that they were finally being offered. No, you would brave the explanations they would give you, if only for your own sanity, and then you would decide whether running away was a valid plan or not.

Your hands shook as you approached the entrance, the fabric of the tent nearly slipping through your fingers when you pulled it to the side to peer outside. Just as you expected, Hongjoong sat at the table next to Jongho. He had changed into something more casual, hair loose and wet from his own bath, and though the crown was long gone, he still appeared every bit the king he had been at the ball.

The two had been conversing quietly with each other, but their conversation fell to a close when they heard your approach. Both sets of eyes were quick to lock onto your figure and despite the easy smile each sent your way, you had to fight the part of you that yearned to disappear back inside the tent.

"Why don't you retire for the rest of the night?" Hongjoong spoke to Jongho first, motioning with his head for him to leave the two of you alone for the time being. "I'll cover the rest of your watch."

"Of course," Jongho replied, bowing his head. He rose from his seat without question, making his way over to you and ushering a soft, "Goodnight, angel," before giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze and one last timid smile.

"I didn't wake you, did I?"

His stance was relaxed as he stood up, and he appeared much calmer than he had been when you had first met him earlier. He had seemed so angry with Hayoon and the others then, angry enough to kill though none of it made any sense. And yet, he presented as nearly a different person this time around. Simply smiling at you as though your earlier interaction had never occurred.

You simply shook your head, finding it hard to find your voice in his presence once more. There was so much you wanted to ask, so much that you wanted to say, but you found it difficult to put your thoughts together well enough to form a coherent question with the way his golden eyes took you in at this moment.

"Why don't we head inside, then?" He motioned for you to step back inside, hand landing at the base of your back to guide you when it took a second to process what he had just said. "It will be warmer in there than it is out here."

You let him guide you back inside with little fight, acutely aware of the fact you were now completely alone with him. He directed you to the small table and chairs set up to the left, pulling out one of the chairs for you to sit before taking the other.

"I know a lot has happened to you in the past few weeks," he began once the two of you had seated and you had a hard time fighting back the scoff his words brought. A lot? That was an understatement. Your entire life had been turned inside out since you had first met Seonghwa so many weeks ago. "And I know you have several questions you wish to ask me," he continued, ignoring the negative reaction his words had pulled from you, "but before I answer those, I feel it best to ask you something first. How familiar are you with the way daemons' politics work?"

His question caught you off guard, brow furrowing as you tried to figure out what politics had to do with your current situation. "About as much as you would expect," you attempted to keep your voice even, briefly wondering if you should address him in any specific way. "There's you, the daemon king and the seven generals who carry out his orders. Beyond that, I'm not too sure. Your kind has never been very open with sharing your ways of life."

"That is the base of things, yes," he replied, and though you saw the way his brow twitched at the connotation your tone had held, he didn't push you on it. "The golden crown has been sacred to my bloodline for many generations now, passed down to the next male heir whenever the current ruler dies. And each time the next king is born, seven other daemons are also born amongst our ranks, each with a different daemon ability unique to the sacred Black Order. These daemons are what your humans refer to as the Seven, and are born with the sole purpose of serving the king as his personal guard."

You had a hard time not interrupting him as he spoke, feeling as though he had just repeated everything you had just said. You already knew all of this, and even the few minute details you hadn't, you hadn't cared to learn about. Not when this had nothing to do with you. Not when it did nothing to explain why you had been marked with his sigil or why they seemed to have such a hard time letting you go.

"Now, all daemons possess some of the old magic in their blood, a substance we often refer to as maetha, but only those of the royal bloodline or those born to serve in the Black Order possess a unique ability in addition to what every daemon is capable of."

"But that doesn't make any sense," you spoke up before you could stop yourself. You knew the majority of daemons didn't have a unique ability of their own as you and Hyunwoo were the only two half-daemons you knew who possessed one, but you had always assumed it was just because half-daemons didn't carry enough of magic in their blood to present one and it was only who your father was that allowed you and Hyunwoo to have one. "My blood's healing capabilities. Hyunwoo's affinity with metals. Why-"

"Because of who your father was." Hongjoong interrupted, and his answer took you by surprise. Not because he seemed to know exactly who your father was, the color of your blood had long been a testament to that, but rather that your assumptions on the matter had been right. "You and your siblings are obviously the children of Minsu, one of the generals from my father's guard and the one who served as an ambassador between us. The color of your blood is all but proof of it."

"I'm well aware of who my father was."

No one would ever speak the truth to you or your siblings, but you had always known exactly who he had been. How could you not when your blood was as black as the horns on each of the generals' heads? You had never come to terms with how exactly you felt about the matter, finding it easy to push it to the side when it was a subject kept under wraps. After all, you had never even known the man, as his death had come just mere weeks after you and Hyunwoo had been born.

But you knew the legends and the rumors. The humans might have never outright spoken about your tie to him, but you had heard the stories and rumors they whispered about. Of how he had gone crazy and killed one of the councilman's youngest daughters in a fit of rage. Of how they had no choice but to take revenge for what he had done, even if his death would trigger an entire war.

Everything you had heard about the man said how terrible he was. Of how ruthless he had been. The perfect picture of what one of the Seven were rumored to be like. He had killed your mother for god's sake and would have killed you and others if the humans hadn't have stopped him.

But you also knew the stories Soomin had told you. She had been ten when everything had gone down, and though her memories of these years became hazy in the aftermath, she still held snippets of memories from a life before. Their deaths had hit her the hardest, and yet she refused to speak of it, not wanting to burden you and Hyunwoo with the pain she now carried from it. But she had spoken snippets here and there, ever questioning the event in her mind. Your father couldn't have done it. Not when he had seemed to care for each of you. Not when he had seemed to care so much for your mother.

"Then you may be interested in knowing how uncommon that is because the Black Guard is prohibited from having children."

The statement caught you off guard, pulling you from the memories of your father. You hadn't know that. Hadn't known that on top of the taboo of your mixed blood, you were also an illegal child. Hadn't known you were someone who should have never been born. No wonder the daemon soldiers had given you so many strange looks when they saw your blood. It hadn't been because of your ability to heal with it or that you were a half-daemon, but rather just the color itself. They had known what it meant. They had known you were someone who should have never been born.

"So, you are going to kill me then." Your voice shook as you spoke, the realization of what his words meant bringing to life the worst of your fears. If they weren't going to have you killed for being a half-daemon, they would kill you for being a half-daemon with black blood. Both you and your siblings.

"No, we're not going to kill you." He was quick to rebuke your statement, shaking his head and softening his expression once he saw the fear that filled your eyes. "Your birth may be considered illegal by daemon rule, but you are so much more important than you realize, angel. Important enough to make me more than willing to make an exception to the rule. After all, killing you would be akin to killing-" He paused, the look he gave you in that moment impossible to read. "Ah, but I'm afraid I've begun to get ahead of myself. Do you know why the Black Guard are prohibited from having children?"

You shook your head, relieved at hearing your death was not in the foreseeable future - at least for now - but nervous at the implication he had made when he had been about to explain the reason why. Did that mean they did have a further use of you? A use that trumped the fact you should have never existed in the first place.

"My family did not always rule the daemons. Before we sailed to this land nearly a millennia ago, we were nothing more than just another faction in a world divided by madness. I was not alive at the time, but I'm told Dalnim was a very different place than the land inhabited by the humans here in the place we have come to call Haemosu. The magic was stronger there, where every living being contained maetha. Even the earth, herself, is said to hold traces of it. But as beautiful as it was, the power it blessed us with was also a curse. Civil unrest plagued the inhabitants, each one desperate for the power others held. Wars were constant, each family desperate for more.

"My family yearned for a new life away from the chaos of the old world, so they, along with any other daemons who were willing to go with, left and sailed north to start anew. And to prevent the destruction and chaos that had plagued them before, a spell was put into place, preventing anyone outside the golden bloodline and those born to protect it from being born with any abilities outside the basics maetha allows us all."

"So, that's why the Seven are prevented from having children? Because they can produce more people like Hyunwoo and I? And you're afraid of anyone else who might hold a little power in case they decide to overthrow you?"

"I will agree the morality of the spell is ambiguous at best," he replied, noticing the sarcasm in your tone. "But over the millennia it has been in place, the daemons have lived in relative peace. They've thrived in harmony amongst each other without fear of what's to come. Each of them more than willing to sacrifice a little power at the chance of a peaceful life."

"Hmph, I wonder what that's like." Your arms crossed, scowling at the hypocrisy of his words. All you had ever known was a war divided in war. You had grown up under the very same circumstance he had stated the daemons came here to escape and it was all because of them.

"May I remind you that it was your humans who started this war. Not us." Hongjoong's voice was lined with thin agitation, brow twitching once more at your words. "And it was your humans that were so insistent on continuing it after my father died."

"What are you talking about?"

"Forget I said anything. It doesn't matter. Not anymore." He shook his head with a sigh, and you were surprised to see the way his eyes had appeared sunken for just a moment. As though he was remembering something he had come to regret. "If we were to talk about the logistics of this war, we would be here all night. And I believe there are other topics that would interest you more, am I correct?"

Your lips twisted as you mulled over what he had just said, his reaction to it all the more compelling. He was right in his assumption you were more interested in your own fate at the moment, but his statements towards the war had caught your attention as a direct contradiction to what you had believed to happen thus far. The humans had said the daemons had no wish for peace after their king had died, but Hongjoong had hinted towards a different story. One where the humans were the ones denying peace. And the reaction it had pulled from him all but proving something more had went down than what either had told you.

"As I was saying earlier," he began, taking the time you had mulled over his previous question as an excuse to continue, "the spell written back then was not as flawless as first expected. While it did almost completely prevent any future abilities from appearing in daemons outside the royal family with the exception of the Seven, it failed to prevent abilities from appearing in the male born children of the Black Guard, a problem only discovered decades after the spell had been written. There was talk of rewriting the spell, but the power and time it would have taken ultimately made them decide against it, using the loophole as an excuse to keep the Guard's sole focus on protecting and serving their king."

"Wait, you said only the male born children, right? But what about me? Doesn't that mean I should be like my sister? That I shouldn't have an ability?"

His mention in the flaw had been quick, but you had caught on to it with ease, seeing it as just another flaw in your own existence. As though you hadn't already been told your life was one giant mistake, it seemed Hongjoong wasn't done yet and swiftly delivered another blow towards you. Was there anything about you that was normal? That was supposed to exist and be for a reason? Or were you really just one giant mistake? A flaw in the system.

"Not necessarily. The spell has waned over the centuries and a few daemons with unique abilities have popped up every hundred years or so, but-"

"So," you interrupted, too frustrated by what he had explained to you thus far to notice he hadn't even remotely began to answer any of the questions related to what you were doing here now, "you're telling me, that not only am I a half-daemon, but the half-daemon child of someone who wasn't even supposed to have children in the first place, and now I'm some anomaly in a spell? Is there anything else I should know about myself?"

"I understand the circumstances of your birth may seem a bit... odd, but that doesn't change the fact your life still holds a purpose. You're not a mistake, angel. You're not someone who just slipped through the cracks of an ancient spell. There are a few others who the spell allows to be born with an unique ability. You are one of those people. In fact, you are someone I've waited a very long time for."

His hand reached across the table in an attempt to calm your fidgeting ones, but his fingers only briefly brushed against the tops of your hands before you pulled them back. His face was soft, too soft, gazing at you with genuine sincerity. As though he truly believed what he was saying to you. And the moment you pulled back from him, he almost seemed hurt.

"You're not making any sense. There's nothing special about me." You pulled your hands close to your chest, eyeing him closely from across the table. Why was he being so nice to you? Why did he seem to care so much for you? "I'm just..." Just what? A mutt? A halfbreed? An abomination? All of the above? "You said it yourself. I should have never even been born."

"Perhaps your birth was forbidden on multiple accounts, but that doesn't change the fact you were still born. Or that the maetha that flows through each of our veins chose you. Out of the millions of daemons tied to it, it chose you. You are so much more than the mutt everyone has made you believe you are."

"Chosen? Chosen for what?"

You shook your head, not quite grasping what he was trying to say. Or why he had gone such a roundabout way to try and explain everything. All it had served to do was create more questions than answers and make you feel worse about yourself than you had before. it didn't tell you anything you had wanted to know. It didn't tell you why he or the others seemed to have such a keen interest in you or why Seonghwa had attacked you that night and branded you with the sigil of their king.

"The abilities of the golden bloodline are passed down from generation to generation, with each new heir inheriting the abilities of both his parents, securing a stronger heir with each new generation. When I was born, I gained all the abilities passed down through my father's bloodline and then the one my mother possessed."

"Well, I'm sure that's quite nice for you getting to be all powerful and all, but what does this have to do with me? What does any of this have to do with me?"

"Fucking hell." Hongjoong let out a string of curses at your sarcasm once more. They were nothing more than a breath, but you could still make out the first few as he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair, either exasperated by your statement or the fact you had still not gotten it. But if it was supposed to be obvious, it wasn't. At least not to you.

"The only daemons born with an ability is the next heir to the throne, the members of the Black Guard, and any other male heirs born to these eight men. However, you might recall I said I inherited the ability of both my parents, including my mother. And while it is true a few anomalies have been popping up, the mate of the daemon king will always be born with an ability."

"What are you saying?"

You could feel the blood draining from your face. The implication he made was clear, but it was so incredulous, you refused to believe what he was trying to imply. You had to have read into his wording wrong. He must have been hinting at something else. He had to have been hinting at something else.

"You're her, angel. The woman I've waited just over a century for. You're my mate."

You laughed.

You couldn't help it. It was just so ridiculous, the laughter had bubbled up before you could stop it, sure that this was all some big joke.

"What the hell are you talking about?" You choked out, but your laughter began to trickle away when you glanced back up at him and saw that damned sincerity in his eyes once more. He sure didn't look like he was joking. In fact, he almost looked offended you hadn't believed him. As though the fact you found it absolutely insane and proceeded to laugh in his face had hurt. Either that, or he was just one hell of an actor. "I don't know what you're going on about, but that was a joke, right? You're not actually serious?"

What did he even mean by mate, anyway? You knew daemon relationships worked differently than humans, rejecting the traditional marriage seen by humans, and referring to their significant other as their mate. But that didn't explain why he was calling you that now. You weren't his mate. You didn't even know him.

"Why would I joke about something like this?" He leaned forward, the intensity of his gaze making you squirm in your seat. You were sure he was joking. He had to have been joking, but the way he was looking at you made you begin to think otherwise.

"Other than the fact that it's absolutely crazy?" You couldn't stop the panic that began to bubble inside you. "Or the fact that I have no idea what you're even talking about? Mate? What the hell does that even mean?"

"Every daemon has a mate, someone designed and molded by the maetha to be a perfect fit to them. And in order to guide the two to each other, they're shown visions of each other-"

"Well, then that just proves you're lying." Your arms crossed. "I've never had a vision of you before. Or anyone else for that matter."

"A flaw on your human side, I'm afraid." He continued without skipping a beat and you began to wonder just what lengths he would go to convince you otherwise. How long he had been setting this up to come up with an answer for each question you threw his way. Of how much effort he put into a ploy that only served to see you hurt. "Half-daemons have mates just like daemons, but the way their human blood reacts with the maetha dilutes it, preventing the visions from ever occurring. At least, that's our best working theory at the present moment."

"Is there nothing about this that doesn't sound absolutely insane to you, or is it just me?" Your fingers dug into your arms, trying hard to control the panic his words stirred up inside you. It was insane. All of it was absolutely, fucking insane. "You're the king of daemons and I'm what? A mutt. Just a fucking mutt. And sure, I have an ability, but people slip through the cracks. You said so yourself. That doesn't mean I'm your mate. And to try and convince me otherwise is just cruel."

"I know how crazy this may seem for you, but I assure you it is all true. I'm not trying to convince you of something that isn't true. I've been seeing pieces of your life ever since you were born, after all." He reached across the table, grabbing your fidgeting hands in an attempt to calm your movements and prevent you from hurting yourself. "Every year on your birthday, I'm able to see, hear, and feel everything you do for just a moment. It's similar to how one of my own abilities work, but I don't get to choose when it happens or reach out to you in any way. I simply get to experience your life as you do for a few brief moments."

"I don't believe you." You shook your head, still incredulous to it all. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't.

"On your eighteenth birthday, you and your brother snuck out of the city to catch a glimpse of Sesang's comet. You laid out on a blanket in a nearby field, staring up at the sky and talking for hours. It was the middle of winter, so it was freezing, but you didn't care. You talked about running away, leaving the humans behind and starting a new life away from it all, but it was nothing more than a wishful fantasy. Where would you go with the war going on?

"And then your eighth birthday was the first year you had gotten a cake. Your sister had saved up enough money to buy the ingredients for one. She had even managed to get candles for you to blow out and make a wish. Your brother had stated his wish was to be able to have cake everyday for the rest of his life, but you had remained silent when asked about yours, stating it wouldn't come true if you said it and you really wanted it to come true. Ever since then, I've always wondered what your wish could have been and if it ever came true for you."

Your face grew hot as he spoke, fully aware everything he was saying was true. You had snuck out of the city with Hyunwoo on your eighteenth birthday, as the lights and walls of the city had blocked your view. Soomin had been frantic when the two of you had returned in the middle of the night, nearly frozen to death but giggling like fools. She had berated the two of you for what felt like an eternity for doing something so stupid.

And then your eighth birthday was the first time you had gotten cake. There had only been enough for one, but you hadn't minded sharing with Hyunwoo because the two of you were so close and shared everything anyways. You had felt so silly when you had made your wish and blown out the candles on your side, but even now, almost thirteen years later, you still held on to that wish and hoped it would continue to hold true. That you would always have your family by your side.

"I'm not saying I believe you," you found it impossible to look him in the face now, body growing hot as the realization he could actually be telling the truth sunk in, "but if you really are telling the truth, then why didn't you just take me that first night? If you knew it was me, why did you just have Seonghwa put this stupid mark on my chest and send me on my way?"

"Because I knew how badly you would have reacted. Look how hard this is on you now. How do you think you would have reacted if I had Seonghwa bring you back to our base that night and explained everything there?"

You had to admit he did make a valid point. If he really was speaking the truth and you were his - god, you couldn't even say it in your head - stealing you away then would have made you livid. But it didn't make up for the way they had still treated you instead. The way they had stolen you from your home and family still made you angry. The ploy might have not been as terrible in his mind as the first, but it was just as cruel to you. You had gone through so much in these past few weeks, unsure of what their true motives were and what was to become of you. It made you almost wish they would have just taken you that first night instead. The stress of it all had nearly eaten you alive. It had nearly torn you apart. And for what? For them to come out and say it had all been because you were supposed to be the mate of the daemon king and they wanted your ability to pass down to the next heir?

"There's something else I still need to explain to you," he continued after a few moments of silence and you did look up at him in that moment. The realization he had more to tell you made your heart skip a beat. What more did he have to say? Could it possibly get any worse than it already was?

"My mother's ability is a strange one, allowing bonds to be created between different individuals. By consuming one's blood, I can create a bond between myself and another that will tie us together. In a sense, it allows a part of myself to be imparted upon each person I mark, allowing me to share my strength with them and vice versa. Each of my generals hold such a mark, strengthening each of us through it. And when I realized it was you who was the Black Angel that night with Seonghwa, I marked you through him. The mark on your chest is a physical sign of the bond that now ties you to each of us and why you were most likely left with the feeling as though a part of you was missing. In some ways, it was, as pieces of yourself transferred to each of us as the bond took hold.

"I didn't want to mark you in such a way. Not without you having any prior knowledge on the matter, but I had little choice. I wasn't expecting you to be there that night. I wasn't expecting to see you until we breached Maehwa, but then you appeared. And though I always suspected it might be you who was the Black Angel, it was still a shock to see it was true. To know it had been you who had saved all those lives." He paused, hands tightening their grip on your own. "I knew how much danger you would be in if the humans ever found out what you had done, and I couldn't just have Seonghwa take you back no matter how much both of us wanted that, so I did the only thing I knew to secure your safety for the time being."

"You could have been wrong though. You could have marked the wrong person."

"No," he shook his head, the hint of a smile appearing as he took you in. "It was you. We both could feel it. The moment you walked into that room, we knew. Your voice, your mannerisms, your aura. It was all you, the woman we've waited so long for."

"We? What do you mean we?"

"When I marked the others, I never expected the bond between us to be as strong as it was. It brought us together in a way that no other king and his guard had been before. We were stronger, faster, more united than my father or his father before. A part of myself now lives within each of them, just as a part of them lives within me. And the tie that connects me to you, also now connects you to them. Because you are my mate, you are now also theirs."

Your eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

If you weren't so certain he hadn't been lying about the first part anymore, you would have never believed him now. You would have laughed at him again. But just as before, his face held no trace of a lie. It was just as sincere as before. Full of a longing that would have had you wanting to move in closer if you weren't so shocked by what he was telling you in that moment.

"Even before they were officially my guard, I had always been so close with them. We grew up together, trained together. They're the closest things to brothers I'll ever have, so when I was instated as the new king and they officially became my guard, the bond that snapped into place felt natural. It heightened everything we already knew and felt, bringing us closer together than we had been before. When each of them saw the next vision I had of you on your eighteenth birthday, we knew immediately what it had meant. That they were now tied to you just as I was and who was I to neglect them of that bond? The very one I had given to them?"

"But," you struggled to speak, fighting the rush of emotions that had sprung up, "but you said every daemon has a mate, so I couldn't be theirs too, could I? Not when they-"

"You'll remember I said previously that the members of the Black Guard are not allowed families of their own, because of this, they are the only daemons who do not have a mate when they're born. The ancient spell which gives them their ability and rank also prevents a mate from being bound to them."

It made sense. In it's own twisted way, it did. And it explained so many of the interactions you had with each of them. It explained the way Seonghwa had reacted that first night when he saw you, the way Jongho was always so bashful around you, and it even explained the conversation you had had with Yeosang before you had known he was a daemon. Of how he had said a partner was something he had never thought could be his and the implication that it could come true now because someone like you had told him it could.

You could feel your face growing hotter with each passing moment, suddenly seeing every little interaction with each of them in a new light. They had known. All along they had known exactly who you were. It was why they always seemed to fawn over your attention, squeezing their way in to catch a moment of your time. And it was why they all acted so aggressively whenever you were insulted and threatened, and explained the hungry glint in each of their eyes when they had observed you in that golden dress earlier that night.

Your eyes flickered over to where it still laid draped across one of the privacy screens, shivering as you saw the meaning behind it in a new light. You had been so sure they had put you in it for the exact reason Hayoon had said. As nothing more than a way to mock the humans, but that hadn't been it at all. Perhaps, a part of it might have been a way to get back at them for all they had done to you, but it had really been nothing more than a way for them to show the humans exactly who you were there with. All but claiming you as your own.

"Let me get this clear. You're telling me that I am not only supposedly your mate, but I am also now the mate of each of your seven generals? Like, all of them?" You drew your hands out from under his, his touch hot and heavy against yours. "And I'm what? Just supposed to accept all of this? I'm just supposed to be okay with all of this?"

"I know this is a lot to take in, y/n, but-" He attempted to calm you down, but you couldn't even look at him in that moment, feeling more vulnerable before him than you ever had before. Never in your life had you felt as bare and exposed as you did now.

"A lot? A lot is a fucking understatement." Your voice was rising, and you clambered to your feet, nearly knocking your chair over in your haste. "My whole life I've been told I'm nothing and that I'll amount to nothing, and now you're here telling me I'm supposed to be your mate. The fucking daemon king's mate. It's..."

It was what? Cruel? Degrading? To know that they only reason they had ever shown you an ounce of kindness was because you were supposed to be their mate? And what if you hadn't been? What would have happened then? Would you have had a knife to your throat instead? Because you served no other purpose towards them?

"You all keep going on and on about you had no choice in the matter. That you had no choice but to mark me with this stupid, fucking bond, and no choice but to kill Hayoon or that other lady. But you're wrong. You," somewhere inside you, you found the strength to look up at him once more, eyes narrowing as you met his gaze, "you have no idea what it's really like to not have a choice."

God, the temperature in the room seemed to have increased steadily in the past few minutes, leaving the air stifling and making it harder to breathe with each intake of air. It was starting to make you lightheaded, and you swayed on your feet. You needed to get out. You needed air.

"Angel-" His hand caught yours as you went to move away and the way he looked down at you nearly made your heart stop.

"I... I can't do this anymore." It was a struggle to speak as time went on, chest tightening with each passing moment. You couldn't stay here for much longer. Not with him. Not with any of them. You needed space to think, to breathe, to calm yourself down. You couldn't do that with him here. Not when he was the source of the panic currently consuming you. "I need space. I need to think."

You didn't wait to be given permission and pulled yourself from his grip. He let you slip away with little ease, making no attempt to try and stop you as you dashed to the entrance of the tent.

"y/n, please believe me when I say that none of this was meant to hurt you. The last thing any of us want to do is hurt you."

Would he be saying that to you if you hadn't been his mate? Would he have shown you, someone who's existence his kind had hated for centuries, would he have shown you kindness if you hadn't been his mate?

"You'll have to forgive me when I say I don't believe you," your voice was soft as you paused at the exit, hand tightening its grip on the fabric of the tent as you processed his words, "as it certainly hasn't felt that way on my end. My life has been nothing but confusion and misery since I met you."

You didn't have to look at him to know the impact your words had on him, cutting deep. And though you felt no regret in saying them, it still made you pause for a second longer, wondering if this was the right way to leave things. Wondering if you should explain just why his words had cut you the way they had.

But how could you? How could you stop and explain when you weren't even fully aware of the answer yourself? And what little you did understand only made you all the more anxious to openly admit out loud. Because what if you were right? And the way you had been treated was solely reliant on the bond between you. And that you would have been tossed aside like all the others long before if you hadn't.

No, you couldn't. You wouldn't. Not now. Not after everything he had done. Not after everything they had all done. You had suffered enough as it was. You didn't need to suffer any more by putting yourself out there more than you were already.

You forced yourself to move, throwing back the flap to the tent and forcing your legs to move beneath you before he had a chance to change his mind and force you to stay. You didn't know where you were going, nor did you really care. You just needed a place away from him> Away from all of them. A place where you could be alone and breathe. A place where you could process the overload of information he had dumped on you without him and the others breathing down your neck.

To your relief, the others weren't around when you exited. After everything you had just been told, you didn't want to face them. The mere thought of seeing them now that you finally understood what was going on only made your stomach churn. You didn't know how you would be able to face them after tonight, and wondered if it would have been better to continue living in ignorance. If the uncertainty of what was to come was better than this.

You took off through the camp, ignoring the daemons still milling around and doing your best to control your breathing. Your hands still shook and your chest was tight, but you felt as though it was a bit easier to breathe out here.

And though the idea of running did strike you in that moment, you had no real intention of following through with it. Could you even run away when Hongjoong had the power to bring you right back to him with little to no effort on his part? And even if he somehow couldn't? Where would you go? Nearly every city had either been destroyed or overtaken by the daemons, and Maehwa was out of the question after the events that had transpired earlier in the night. The humans would never let you stay with them. Not after you had inadvertently caused the death of one of the councilman's daughters.

No, you just needed to get far enough away to where you couldn't feel their presence any longer. You needed far enough away to where you could feel like you were by yourself. But the moment you made it to the edge of the tents, you were stopped in your tracks. Not by one of the daemon guards, but a force that you couldn't even see.

There was nothing in front of you, nothing visible that you could see, but you could feel it. An invisible barrier blocking your path and preventing you from escaping any further. You could feel it thrumming in front of you as you cautiously brushed up against it, solid beneath your fingertips.

You knew this was your doing, remembering all too well the way the humans' fists had bounced off something similar earlier in the night. Except this time it wasn't in place to keep the humans in, but you.

You laughed.

Nothing about this was remotely funny to you, but the realization you were trapped inn here with them was the tipping point of it all, seeing once again your choice being taken away from you. A pitiful reminder that you were little more than a prisoner here with them.

It didn't take long for the laughter to transform into tears, shoulders shaking at the sobs that began to rack your body, finally releasing the swell of emotions you had held up inside you for so long. Every fear, every frustration, every worry, came rushing out of you in that moment and you collapsed against the nearby tree, body curling in on itself once more as the weight of the situation came crashing down on you.

You had thought your fate had been sealed the moment you had become the Black Angel, but you were wrong. Your fate had been sealed the moment you had taken your first breath and destiny decided to tie you to that man and nothing you said or did would change it.

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