𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓮-𝓼𝓪.

"𝕻𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖉𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐. 𝕴’𝖛𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖞. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓, 𝕴 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙... 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖗, 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝕴 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑."

[seongaesa]

⛧･ﾟ𖤐⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆｡°✩☠︎ 𝕊𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕖-𝕤𝕒 ☠︎✩°｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆𖤐･ﾟ⛧

❝ 𝘐 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐’𝘮 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭. ❞

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🖤 ⚠ 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 ⚠

✧ SFW / NSFW — 𝕸𝕯𝕹𝕴 (𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔇𝔬 ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔑𝔬𝔱)

✦ 🔴 𝟏𝟖+ 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼: marked in pink

✦ 🔵 𝓞𝓞𝓒 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼: marked in blue

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༺ 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ༻

★彡 𝔖𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔄𝔢-𝔰𝔞 彡★

✧ 21 y.o. | ♀️ Female | ♓︎ Bisexual ✧ From Ssangmun-dong, South Korea ✧ Moved to America at 6, ┊ returned to Korea at 18 (alone)

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𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆:

A quiet storm. Ae-sa’s emotions hide beneath a layer of still silence, her face unreadable, her aura cold like first snow. Ever since her father, Seong Gi-hun, vanished instead of boarding that plane, she’s lived in a fog of silent grief. She wears darkness like a second skin: cloaked in black, her gaze distant, her heart even further. She doesn’t trust easily, if ever. Her stepfather? A ghost in a costume, a pale imitation of the one she lost.

✧ “𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘… 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖉.” ╰─━━━☁︎༻🕷༺☁︎━━━─╯

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༒ 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 ༒

╭──────────────╮ 🌑 Solitude — a balm for her shattered soul. 🖤 Dark Colors — black, maroon, charcoal gray. 🎧 Music — soft, sad songs that bleed honesty. 📚 Reading — philosophy, tragedy, poetry. 🕯 Quiet Places — parks at dusk, empty attics. 🌧 Rain — her soul feels wetter than her skin. 📸 Photography — freezing a fleeting feeling. 🖌 Art — raw, abstract strokes of torment. ❄️ Cold Weather — numbing comfort. 🌌 Stars — she prays to them in silence. ╰──────────────╯

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🕸 𝔅𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 🕸 ⁺‧₊˚ ༒ ༺☠︎༻ ༒ ˚₊‧⁺

Divorce cracked her world at 4. America buried the warmth at 6. His absence devoured her. When Gi-hun chose not to get on that plane… she didn’t just lose a father, she lost her foundation. She never forgave. She never healed. Now? She just drifts.

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✧ 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 ✧

Seong Ae-sa × 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓽𝓽 (@finncarnate)

Status: 🖤 Official First Meeting: ❝ A whisper in the alley ❞

Overview:

What began as a quiet, unexpected meeting in a shadowed alley turned into something real. Finnley Beckett didn’t ask questions or force his way into Ae-sa’s world; he simply existed beside her in the silence, and that presence alone broke through walls she thought were permanent.

Despite her deep-rooted trust issues and fear of abandonment, Ae-sa made the leap; she chose him. They’re official now. It's a slow, cautious kind of love, but it's the first time in years she’s let someone close enough to touch the bruised parts of her heart. Finnley doesn’t try to fix her; he just stays, and that’s everything.

💔 “I gave him the bruised parts of me. He didn’t flinch.” 💌 She doesn’t just hope anymore. She believes.

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[finncarnate]

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

[finncarnate]

"You should feel that way because you are worth something and, of course, your choices matter. You should always be your own top priority, and no, it is not selfish to feel that way. After a bit more cuddling, he helps wash her body, and while she washes her hair, he washes himself. Once both of them are washed and rinsed off, he wraps a towel around her, and then he leans over and drains the bath. He already has a towel around himself. He hands her a smaller towel for her hair, then he starts drying his own hair as he heads out of the bathroom. "Want to come cuddle in our towels until we are done drying? I don't feel like forcing my clothes on over wet skin" he cringes at the thought of it. Once her hair is wrapped in the towel, he scoops her up and carries her to his bedroom; he didn't even care to wait for an answer. He sets her on his bed, and then he sits down beside her. He turns the TV on and hands her the remote. "Watch whatever you want, I'm not picky right now" he smiles, then grabs his phone from its spot on the bedside table, unplugs it from its charger, and checks it.

[seongaesa]

She laughed softly as he scooped her up without warning, her fingers gripping the towel wrapped around her as she looked at him with a fond smile. “You really don’t take no for an answer, do you?” she teased, though her voice was full of affection. When he set her down, she adjusted her towel, tucking it tighter around herself before leaning against him. “You’re right, though, putting on clothes while still damp is basically torture,” she giggled, reaching for the remote. She flipped through a few channels before leaving it on something peaceful, soft music playing over slow-moving scenes of nature. She turned her head to look at him, admiring the way the dim light caught the wet strands of his hair and the gentle ease in his expression. “You know,” she murmured, voice quiet but sincere, “I could get used to moments like this. Just us… no rush, no worries, no expectations.” She leaned into his side, resting her head on his shoulder and tracing small circles on his arm with her fingertip. “You make me feel… safe. Like, I can just exist without needing to prove anything.” Then, with a small smirk tugging at her lips, she added in a playful whisper, “Also, you look really good with your hair all messy like that, just saying.” She laughed softly again and kissed his shoulder before turning back toward the TV, completely relaxed but clearly happy to just be there, with him.

[finncarnate]

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

[finncarnate]

"I'm glad you feel that way about this, I want you to feel like you are deeply loved and that your choices and happiness are top priority. Because to me that is all I care about" he holds her hands tightly and squeezes them a little "I may be sad if you don't choose forever with me....but getting to be your forever...is an honor. Getting to watch you grow old...that would be an honor I would never take lightly. So do not worry about hurting me by choosing that" he leans in kissing all over her face "No matter what you choose, I will continue to love you to the moon and back and work as hard as I can to ensure you are as happy as possible" he kisses her hands then wraps his arms around her waist again pulling her close and hugging her tight. "I love you so much"

[seongaesa]

She felt her chest tighten at his words, her heart aching in the best way possible. She laced her fingers with his and squeezed back just as tightly, grounding herself in his touch. “You don’t even know how much it means to me to hear you say that…” she whispered, her voice soft but steady. “No one has ever loved me the way you do. You make me feel like I’m worth something. Like my choices matter.” She leaned in, pressing tiny kisses across his cheeks, his jaw, and his forehead, mirroring the way he’d kissed her. “And if forever with you means growing old beside you, then that’s already more than I ever dreamed of. You’re my safe place, my constant.” She rested her forehead against his, her thumbs brushing gently over the backs of his hands. “Even if I don’t choose forever in the way you mean it… I’ve already chosen you. Every single day. And nothing could ever make me regret that.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself closer, breathing him in. “I love you so much,” she murmured, her voice breaking a little. “To the moon and back, and farther than that. You’re my home.”

[finncarnate]

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

[finncarnate]

"I should be the one saying that to you, you make me feel alive...which is a hard thing to do." he pulls her close and kisses her deeply, then sits up. He was weak and tired but had enough energy to get around. He helps her up and smiles, "Let's go take a hot bath, then you can have a snack, and I can have a blood pouch, and we can get some much-needed sleep. How's that sound?" he didn't wait for a response; he used his vampire strength instead of his standard strength this time and lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom. He got the bath going, stripped and dropped his clothes in the hamper, then waited for her to do the same. "You can get in first. I am going to get us some clean towels." He kissed her cheek, then headed to the clean laundry basket and grabbed two towels. He places them on the towels on the bathroom rug, folded neatly. He slips in behind her and wraps his arms around her waist.

[seongaesa]

She laughed softly when he swept her up like she weighed nothing, her arms instinctively looping around his neck as she looked at him with a teasing smirk. “Show off,” she whispered against his ear, though her voice held nothing but affection. The warmth of the steamy bathroom already felt like it was melting her tension away, and when he set her down, she let her fingers trail over his chest before finally slipping out of her clothes. She sank into the hot bath with a soft sigh, the water wrapping around her like velvet. When he climbed in behind her and his arms circled her waist, she leaned back into him immediately, her body fitting perfectly against his. “Mmm… this is exactly what I needed,” she murmured, tilting her head to the side so he could nuzzle or kiss her neck if he wanted. Her hands slid over his arms under the water, lightly tracing the lines of his muscles. “You really think you get to say I make you feel alive,” she teased, her voice hushed and playful, “when you literally carry me around, kiss me breathless, and then wrap me up like this? You make me feel safe… and wanted.” She turned her head just enough to brush her lips against his jaw, smiling softly. “If this is what every night looks like… I don’t ever want it to stop."

[finncarnate]

"Well, it never will stop because I plan to keep you around forever" he buries his face in her neck and smiles "Someday I will have to decide if I want to turn you or not...that will be a tough choice" he kisses her neck then sighs "I want to make sure it's a decision we are birth certain about so there are no regrets because I had no say in being turned and that was something that took so long for me to come to terms with" he sighs softly then hugs her tighter "I love you to pieces and I want you to be free to make your own choices and not feel stuck...if you feel stuck with me...you may no longer love me...and that's one of my biggest fears" he goes silent as he focuses on the warm water, he closes his eyes as he relaxes. The water relaxed his muscles and helped distract him from his messy mind.

[seongaesa]

She stilled in his arms as he spoke, her chest tightening at the weight of his words. For a moment, she just let the silence settle around them, the sound of the water filling the space between. Then, gently, she reached up and ran her fingers through his damp hair, coaxing him to lift his head from her neck. “Hey…” her voice was soft but steady, laced with warmth. “You don’t ever have to fear that with me. I don’t feel stuck, I feel chosen. Every day I wake up and you’re there, I know it’s where I’m meant to be. That’s not something I’ll ever regret.” She cupped his cheek and pressed her forehead to his. “As for forever…” she gave a small smile, eyes searching his. “We’ll cross that bridge together when it’s time. No rush, no pressure. You’re giving me something most people never get: the chance to choose. And that means more to me than you realize.” Her arms wrapped tighter around him, grounding him as if she could anchor his restless thoughts. “I love you too, completely, recklessly, to pieces and back again. Nothing about you could ever make me feel trapped. You’re my freedom, not my prison.” She kissed his lips slowly, lingering, before whispering, “So don’t waste energy fearing what you’ll never lose.”

[finncarnate]

"You always know what to say to ease my mind..." he buries his face in her neck and smiles "I never have to feel anxious because you always reassure me and my anxieties fade away so quickly" he kisses up her neck to ear. He then smiles then cups her face "I want you to feel like you always have a choice, even if forever isn't meant to be, I will enjoy every second we share together and you will be an important memory that I will never forget no matter how much time goes by" he leans in resting his forehead on hers, he smiles then kisses her on the lips "If you decide you don't want to be a vampire but you want to be with me until the end" he looks her in the eyes "I can accept that too, getting to be your forever...even if you aren't mind. That would be my honor" he kisses her deeply on the lips again then moves his face back against her neck and his arms around her waist. "Having the freedom of choice....is such an amazing luxury and I am so happy you have that...I will never take that away from you...no matter what. I promise"

[seongaesa]

She felt her heart swell at his words, a warmth blooming in her chest that even the hot water couldn’t match. Her fingers slid up into his hair, gently massaging his scalp as she tilted her head to meet his eyes. “You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You don’t just give me a choice, you give me us. You give me a life where I feel seen, wanted, and safe. That’s something I never thought I’d find.” She brushed her thumb across his cheek, holding his gaze steady. “And no matter what path we choose, no matter how long or short forever turns out to be, I’ll choose you. Every single time. You’re not just a memory to me, you’re my present, my heartbeat right now.” She leaned in and kissed him softly but with all the emotion she was carrying, letting it linger. “You’ll never have to worry about me feeling trapped or unloved. You’re the first place I’ve ever felt free.” Her forehead rested against his as she smiled, a tear threatening to slip free ,but she blinked it back. “And I promise you this… if I ever do choose forever, it’ll be because I want it, not because I felt I had to. Just like you’re here because you chose me, even after everything you’ve been through.” Her hands slid down to rest over his on her waist, squeezing gently. “I love you. More than the fear, more than the unknown. And I’m not going anywhere.

[finncarnate]

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

[finncarnate]

"I should be the one saying that to you, you make me feel alive...which is a hard thing to do." he pulls her close and kisses her deeply, then sits up. He was weak and tired but had enough energy to get around. He helps her up and smiles, "Let's go take a hot bath, then you can have a snack, and I can have a blood pouch, and we can get some much-needed sleep. How's that sound?" he didn't wait for a response; he used his vampire strength instead of his standard strength this time and lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom. He got the bath going, stripped and dropped his clothes in the hamper, then waited for her to do the same. "You can get in first. I am going to get us some clean towels." He kissed her cheek, then headed to the clean laundry basket and grabbed two towels. He places them on the towels on the bathroom rug, folded neatly. He slips in behind her and wraps his arms around her waist.

[seongaesa]

She laughed softly when he swept her up like she weighed nothing, her arms instinctively looping around his neck as she looked at him with a teasing smirk. “Show off,” she whispered against his ear, though her voice held nothing but affection. The warmth of the steamy bathroom already felt like it was melting her tension away, and when he set her down, she let her fingers trail over his chest before finally slipping out of her clothes. She sank into the hot bath with a soft sigh, the water wrapping around her like velvet. When he climbed in behind her and his arms circled her waist, she leaned back into him immediately, her body fitting perfectly against his. “Mmm… this is exactly what I needed,” she murmured, tilting her head to the side so he could nuzzle or kiss her neck if he wanted. Her hands slid over his arms under the water, lightly tracing the lines of his muscles. “You really think you get to say I make you feel alive,” she teased, her voice hushed and playful, “when you literally carry me around, kiss me breathless, and then wrap me up like this? You make me feel safe… and wanted.” She turned her head just enough to brush her lips against his jaw, smiling softly. “If this is what every night looks like… I don’t ever want it to stop."

[finncarnate]

"Well, it never will stop because I plan to keep you around forever" he buries his face in her neck and smiles "Someday I will have to decide if I want to turn you or not...that will be a tough choice" he kisses her neck then sighs "I want to make sure it's a decision we are birth certain about so there are no regrets because I had no say in being turned and that was something that took so long for me to come to terms with" he sighs softly then hugs her tighter "I love you to pieces and I want you to be free to make your own choices and not feel stuck...if you feel stuck with me...you may no longer love me...and that's one of my biggest fears" he goes silent as he focuses on the warm water, he closes his eyes as he relaxes. The water relaxed his muscles and helped distract him from his messy mind.

[seongaesa]

She stilled in his arms as he spoke, her chest tightening at the weight of his words. For a moment, she just let the silence settle around them, the sound of the water filling the space between. Then, gently, she reached up and ran her fingers through his damp hair, coaxing him to lift his head from her neck. “Hey…” her voice was soft but steady, laced with warmth. “You don’t ever have to fear that with me. I don’t feel stuck, I feel chosen. Every day I wake up and you’re there, I know it’s where I’m meant to be. That’s not something I’ll ever regret.” She cupped his cheek and pressed her forehead to his. “As for forever…” she gave a small smile, eyes searching his. “We’ll cross that bridge together when it’s time. No rush, no pressure. You’re giving me something most people never get: the chance to choose. And that means more to me than you realize.” Her arms wrapped tighter around him, grounding him as if she could anchor his restless thoughts. “I love you too, completely, recklessly, to pieces and back again. Nothing about you could ever make me feel trapped. You’re my freedom, not my prison.” She kissed his lips slowly, lingering, before whispering, “So don’t waste energy fearing what you’ll never lose.”

[finncarnate]

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

[finncarnate]

"I should be the one saying that to you, you make me feel alive...which is a hard thing to do." he pulls her close and kisses her deeply, then sits up. He was weak and tired but had enough energy to get around. He helps her up and smiles, "Let's go take a hot bath, then you can have a snack, and I can have a blood pouch, and we can get some much-needed sleep. How's that sound?" he didn't wait for a response; he used his vampire strength instead of his standard strength this time and lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom. He got the bath going, stripped and dropped his clothes in the hamper, then waited for her to do the same. "You can get in first. I am going to get us some clean towels." He kissed her cheek, then headed to the clean laundry basket and grabbed two towels. He places them on the towels on the bathroom rug, folded neatly. He slips in behind her and wraps his arms around her waist.

[seongaesa]

She laughed softly when he swept her up like she weighed nothing, her arms instinctively looping around his neck as she looked at him with a teasing smirk. “Show off,” she whispered against his ear, though her voice held nothing but affection. The warmth of the steamy bathroom already felt like it was melting her tension away, and when he set her down, she let her fingers trail over his chest before finally slipping out of her clothes. She sank into the hot bath with a soft sigh, the water wrapping around her like velvet. When he climbed in behind her and his arms circled her waist, she leaned back into him immediately, her body fitting perfectly against his. “Mmm… this is exactly what I needed,” she murmured, tilting her head to the side so he could nuzzle or kiss her neck if he wanted. Her hands slid over his arms under the water, lightly tracing the lines of his muscles. “You really think you get to say I make you feel alive,” she teased, her voice hushed and playful, “when you literally carry me around, kiss me breathless, and then wrap me up like this? You make me feel safe… and wanted.” She turned her head just enough to brush her lips against his jaw, smiling softly. “If this is what every night looks like… I don’t ever want it to stop."

[finncarnate]

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

[finncarnate]

He smiled as she rubbed her nose against his. He watched her with a look of nothing but admiration and love. He tiredly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down. He leaned up and kissed her cheek and trailed it over to her ear before speaking softly "I love you so much" he nibbles on her ear playfully then goes limp beneath her with his arms loose around her, he wanted to hold onto her for as long as possible even though he was tired and could hardly hold his arms up, he was stubborn and would do it no matter how tired he was. He kept his gaze up on her as she relaxed on top of him, he gently rubbed her back in soothing circles as they cuddled.

[seongaesa]

She melted against him, her cheek resting against his chest as his heartbeat drummed steadily beneath her ear. A soft smile tugged at her lips at the way he stubbornly tried to keep holding her, even though his arms were growing heavy with exhaustion. She let her fingers trace idle lines along his collarbone, grounding herself in the warmth of his skin. "I love you too," she whispered back, her voice low and breathy against his neck. She nuzzled closer, stealing a soft kiss against his jaw before brushing her nose against his skin. His playful nibble on her ear still lingered, making her grin despite the lazy calm that was settling over them. Her hand slid to his chest, right where his heart beat strongest, and she let her thumb move in slow circles, mirroring the way he rubbed her back. The closeness, the quiet, the tenderness, she wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever. Tilting her head up just enough, she pressed another kiss to his lips, lingering there a little longer this time, savoring him. "Even when you’re tired and barely holding on… You still make me feel like the luckiest person in the world," she murmured, gazing into his eyes.

[finncarnate]

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

[finncarnate]

Finn's breath hitched at her words, low and broken like it had been dragged from somewhere deep. His fingers tightened on her hips, holding her in place as he thrust up into her, sharp and relentless, chasing the burn she fed. Her body, her voice, and the way she moved had him unraveling fast. His forehead stayed pressed to hers, their breath mingling, sweat-slick skin sliding together. Every sound she made, every roll of her hips pulled him closer to the edge. A guttural groan tore from him when her nails raked down his back again. That was it. His body locked beneath her, hips jerking as he came hard, buried deep, holding her there with a trembling grip. Her name left his lips in a gasp, reverent and wrecked, like a prayer. As he came down from the orgasm, he slowly went limp beneath her, and he glanced up at her with a satisfied smile. "I love you..." This was the first time he had said it, while he had hinted toward it, this was the first time he had admitted to it, and it felt right.

[seongaesa]

She felt the shift in him, the way his body tensed, breath hitched, the raw sound that tore from his throat when she dragged her nails down his back. And then he was gone, undone beneath her, hips jerking up into hers with a desperate rhythm that pushed her right to the edge of her own breaking point. She gasped, head falling forward as her body pulsed around him, still grinding down to feel every last wave of it, all of him. The tension in his grip, the way he held her like he never wanted her to leave, the way her name left his lips like it meant something. It made her shiver. When he finally slumped beneath her, breath unsteady, she stayed exactly where she was, straddling him, hands resting against his chest, her heartbeat still pounding in her ears. And then… those words. "I love you." They hit harder than anything else that night. Her breath caught in her throat. For a second, she didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stared down at him, sweaty, flushed, and smiling like he’d just found something sacred in the wreckage between them. She hadn’t expected it. Not then. Not like that. A thousand responses swirled in her chest, sarcasm, deflection, the easy outs she’d used before when things got too real. But none of them fit. None of them felt right. Not this time. So instead, she leaned down slowly, brushing her nose against his, eyes locked on his like she was searching for something, some truth, some anchor, and when she found it, she kissed him. Soft. Deep. Nothing like the rough, frenzied kisses before. When she pulled back, she whispered against his lips, voice hoarse, “Say it again.” Because she needed to hear it. Not because she doubted him. But because maybe, just maybe, she wanted to believe it too.

[finncarnate]

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

[finncarnate]

Finn’s breath caught at her words, give it to me, like a spark lighting something deep in his chest. His hands clamped down harder around her hips, holding her in place. “You don’t ask,” he said against her mouth, voice low and rough. “You take.” He thrust up to meet her, hard and deep, the sound of their bodies crashing together filling the room between gasps and groans. He leaned in close again, lips brushing hers, hot and desperate. One hand slid down her spine to press her tighter to him, while the other stayed at her throat, not choking, just reminding her who was in control. His mouth moved to her neck, teeth scraping before he bit down, leaving a fresh mark just below her collarbone. He groaned against her skin, caught up in how she moved, how she pulled him in like everything about her demanded more. Finn’s rhythm shifted, rougher but still precise, each thrust a push deeper into her, hunger. His hands moved over her body with purpose, memorizing every inch like it mattered. He pressed his forehead to hers, his breath ragged and close. “You feel that?” he whispered. “That’s mine. Every bruise, every sound, every single second.” When she rode him harder, more recklessly, he didn’t hold back. He gave in to her completely, letting her take everything, and gave even more in return.

[seongaesa]

His words struck something deep in her, you take, and it lit her up from the inside out. She didn’t flinch when his grip on her hips tightened. She leaned into it, welcomed it. The rough thrust that followed made her breath stutter, her nails digging into his shoulders to ground herself through the pleasure crashing over her like a tide. She moved with him, meeting every snap of his hips, matching it with her own. Sweat slicked her skin, strands of hair sticking to her face, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the rhythm, the power, the way her body answered his without hesitation. When his hand slid down her spine and anchored her closer, she gasped, her chest pressed flush to his. The pressure at her throat wasn’t constricting, just present, a reminder, a claim. And she liked the weight of it. She liked being held like that, contained, but never caged. Then his teeth met her skin, and the sharp sting of his bite just below her collarbone made her hips jerk down harder, grinding against him with a reckless urgency. Her moan tore from her throat, guttural and needy. Every part of her was alive, burning. Her thighs trembled, but she didn’t stop. She wouldn’t. She rode him like she owned him, because in that moment, she did. Every inch of him was hers to take, and she wanted to leave him marked just as much as he’d marked her. His forehead pressed to hers, breath ragged and close, and she didn’t flinch when he whispered. “That’s mine…” Her lips curled into a half-smile, wild, breathless, hungry. She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she shoved him deeper inside her with a fierce grind of her hips, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave trails. Then she whispered, right against his lips, “Then take it.” And she moved again, faster, rougher, chasing that edge with everything she had. Letting herself unravel in his hands, and loving that it took both of them to break her open.

[finncarnate]

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

[finncarnate]

He moaned, pulling her close and biting her ear. He made sure to moan into her ear sensually so she could enjoy every bit of what was going on. After a bit, he leaned in and nibbled her neck. As she moved her hips more, he moved his hands to her hips and gripped tightly, digging his nails in, he wanted her to feel a bit of pain too, not much but enough to balance out the pain and pleasure since he was getting a good amount of that. He lightly jerked his hips up in rhythm with her movements as he continued to bleed, though he didn't bleed for long. Though his wound wouldn't heal instantly, it did stop bleeding quick enough that he wouldn't lose too much blood, thankfully. He placed a hand on the back of her head again and one on her throat. he gently choked her while kissing her deeply. He continued to move his hips while they kissed in a messy but passionate way, while making love.

[seongaesa]

She felt his mouth at her ear, warm breath and moans curling into her like smoke, deliberate, filthy, intoxicating. The bite that followed made her gasp, her hips stuttering for a moment before falling right back into rhythm, hungrier now. Her movements grew more deliberate, grinding down against him with purpose. She felt his hands clamp onto her hips, nails digging into skin. The sting caught her off guard, but it only sharpened her focus. Pain for pain. A mirrored offering. She liked that. When his teeth grazed her neck, she tilted her head, giving him space, inviting it. She liked how her skin tingled in his wake. How every scrape, every bruise, every mark felt earned. His hips met hers in sync now, driving deeper. She braced a hand against his chest, the other still sticky with drying blood. Their bodies moved together in a raw, desperate tempo, chasing something more than just release. When his hand slid behind her head and the other wrapped gently around her throat, her breath caught, her pulse spiked. Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting just as his mouth crashed into hers again. The kiss was messy, wet, frenzied, filled with heat and need, but she gave into it completely, letting it swallow her. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she moved faster, every drag of his body inside hers pulling another ragged moan from her lips. She was close, closer than she expected. Not just from the friction, but from the tension of it all. The blood. The bruises. The way he touched her was like she was holy and dangerous all at once. She broke the kiss just long enough to pant against his lips. “You wanted more…” she whispered, voice raw and breathless, “…so give it to me.” Then she rode him harder, reckless, claiming every last second like it belonged to her. Because it did.

[thanosw0rld]

i want to put out a little PSA which is for the roleplay community.

please PLEASE put your age in your bio.

are you a minor? are you an adult? do you have an age range of some sorts?

having no age / being an ageless blog where you do not have any indication on your age will make people not reply / interact with you in fear of potentially writing something with someone underage.

don’t lie about your age, seriously. it’s not cool. you’ll just make it worse for yourself and the others around you. you are a minor and want to rp? cool! roleplay with people in the same age range.

if someone has MDNI (minors do not interact) respect that. do not pretend to be an adult to try and come into our spaces when it is not intended for you.

this is why i am now exclusive only blog. you can see who i will interact with on my pinned.

do you know how many blogs i thought were so cool but found no indication whether this mun is a minor or an adult? please indicate even an age range. 18+ etc.

it will save you so much heattship and stress.

i will not be interacting with ageless blogs / people who don’t have an age / age range on there. my roleplay account and other accounts are 18+ only. i don’t want minors here. respect my rules and boundaries and go about your day

[finncarnate]

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

[finncarnate]

"I can't decide if I like being called daddy....I feel like babe is better...I am too soft for daddy...if babe or baby doesn't work, we can think up something else" he was a killer but with her he was as soft as a teddy bear and daddy just felt awkward and not fitting for the dynamic they had. He smiled pulling her close "I fully trust you....plus with how limited my pain and pleasure senses are...you can't exactly fuck up...so there is a lot of wiggle room with trying stuff...so I think this will be a good chance for you to grow your confidence and find stuff you and I both like in bed" he lies down enjoying her demanding but still gentle tone to her voice "You are sexy when you are demanding, I like" he winks then grabs her waist pulling her close and kissing her deeply "I got so lucky with meeting you, I hope you know that. I think about it every day multiple times a day that damn....you literally stumbled into my life by chance"

[seongaesa]

She giggled softly, brushing her fingers against his jaw as she leaned in closer, her voice lowering into a sultry murmur. “Okay, babe, it is then… it does suit you more,” she whispered against his lips, teasingly slow. “But you know… I think I like making you melt like this, soft and warm just for me.” She nuzzled into his neck, pressing a lingering kiss there, just under his jawline. “I'm really glad you trust me… I want to explore everything with you. No pressure. No expectations. Just... learning what makes us feel good, together.” Her hand slid slowly along his chest, resting gently over his heart. “And you, lying here, letting me take control like this? You have no idea how hot that is...” She smiled, her tone playful but laced with sincerity. “I feel lucky, too. You might not believe in fate, but it really does feel like the universe handed me something… someone I didn’t know I needed.” She kissed him again, deeper this time, her fingers tangled gently in his hair. “Now, shhh, no more doubting it. You’re mine. And I fully plan on making you forget the whole damn world tonight… starting with one kiss at a time.”

[finncarnate]

"Fine by me, I am happy to forget the world. The world fucking sucks and I don't want to think about anything but you" he grins pulling her close, he grabs her ass and pulls her into a deep kiss. He then slips his tongue into the kiss. He moves his arms up to around her neck loosely as he pulls her down on top of him more. After a while of kissing, he moves his arms down to around her waist and eventually he releases her so she can take control. He slowly pulls from the kiss and looks up at her grins as he watches her, he was enjoying this view of her and was excited for what she was going to do since he was entirely clueless to what she had in mind.

[seongaesa]

She chose the knife carefully, slim, clean, and sharp enough to whisper across skin without screaming. Her fingers tightened around the handle as she looked down at him, breath shallow, chest rising and falling like he was waiting to be unraveled. Her lips curved into a smirk. He was so still. So open. She lowered the blade to his skin and dragged it slowly, deliberately, watching the way his muscles tensed beneath the surface. Just a shallow cut, enough to make him feel. Enough to let her feel him. The sight of red following the path she carved made something pulse deep in her. He didn’t pull away. She leaned in, voice soft against his ear. “Stay with me.” Another slow cut. His breath caught. Her free hand braced on his chest as she guided herself down, taking him in inch by inch. The stretch made her gasp, but it was the look on his face, the surrender, the trust, that nearly broke her open. She began to move. Hips rolling with a slow, confident rhythm. Every bounce drove him deeper, every movement making her feel more powerful, more herself. She kept the knife pressed gently to his skin, tracing a new line each time she came down on him. It was intoxicating. The blend of control and chaos. The sting of the blade paired with the fullness inside her. Her moans melted into breathy whimpers as her pace picked up, each cut smaller, sharper, like her pleasure was spilling out through every trembling motion. She looked down at him, flushed and undone beneath her, and felt something burn in her chest. He let her lead. Let her take. Let her mark him. And in that dark, sacred space between pleasure and pain, she never felt more alive.

[finncarnate]

Soft moans and groans escaped him with each thing she did, it wasn't enough he wanted more, he looked up at her and cupped her cheek with one hand "More...deeper...you can cut deeper..." he could handle more pain than she was causing and he desperately wanted to experience it since it made him feel alive. He grabbed her wrist gently and helped guide her hand so she wouldn't hesitate as much, once the knife cut deeper his head jerked back and he finally gave a more prominant reaction, he groaned louder a bit of a moan behind it. He was a masochist for sure. He grins looking up at her "Just like that princess..." he places his hand on the back of her head and leans in kissing her deeply. He slips his tongue into the kiss, he was very turned out and the stinging pain from the recent deep cut had helped increase that excitement fairly easily which he wasn't too surprised about since he figured he was into pain to some degree.

[seongaesa]

His words hit her like gasoline to a flame. More. Deeper. She felt his fingers close around her wrist, steady, guiding, not to stop her, but to push her. To show her just how far he’d go for her. Her grip on the knife adjusted instinctively, and when she dragged it down again, this time deeper, she felt his body jolt under her. A louder sound tore from his throat, and she felt it, like a pulse inside her own chest. A rush. Her lips parted, breath quick and uneven, watching the crimson rise with something like awe. It wasn't just blood, it was hers. Her doing. Her mark. And he wanted more of it. "Just like that, princess..." The name twisted something in her gut, hot and electric. His mouth crashed into hers, tongue parting her lips with desperate heat, and she let him, let the kiss take her, let the chaos of it deepen her rhythm, make her grind down harder. She moaned into his mouth, knife still gripped tight in her hand as she carved another line, slow and deeper than before. The kiss muffled her ragged breaths. His need was wildfire, but hers was something colder, sharper, threaded with hunger and purpose. Her other hand buried in his hair as she rode him harder now, hips snapping with rhythm fed by his surrender. The high she felt wasn't just lust—it was power. The way he gave himself over, the way he begged for more... she owned this moment. She kissed him again, messier this time, blood on her fingers, pleasure tangled with pain, and she realized she didn’t want to stop. Not until he was shaking. Not until she’d bled the world dry of everything except this.

[finncarnate]

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

[finncarnate]

"I can't decide if I like being called daddy....I feel like babe is better...I am too soft for daddy...if babe or baby doesn't work, we can think up something else" he was a killer but with her he was as soft as a teddy bear and daddy just felt awkward and not fitting for the dynamic they had. He smiled pulling her close "I fully trust you....plus with how limited my pain and pleasure senses are...you can't exactly fuck up...so there is a lot of wiggle room with trying stuff...so I think this will be a good chance for you to grow your confidence and find stuff you and I both like in bed" he lies down enjoying her demanding but still gentle tone to her voice "You are sexy when you are demanding, I like" he winks then grabs her waist pulling her close and kissing her deeply "I got so lucky with meeting you, I hope you know that. I think about it every day multiple times a day that damn....you literally stumbled into my life by chance"

[seongaesa]

She giggled softly, brushing her fingers against his jaw as she leaned in closer, her voice lowering into a sultry murmur. “Okay, babe, it is then… it does suit you more,” she whispered against his lips, teasingly slow. “But you know… I think I like making you melt like this, soft and warm just for me.” She nuzzled into his neck, pressing a lingering kiss there, just under his jawline. “I'm really glad you trust me… I want to explore everything with you. No pressure. No expectations. Just... learning what makes us feel good, together.” Her hand slid slowly along his chest, resting gently over his heart. “And you, lying here, letting me take control like this? You have no idea how hot that is...” She smiled, her tone playful but laced with sincerity. “I feel lucky, too. You might not believe in fate, but it really does feel like the universe handed me something… someone I didn’t know I needed.” She kissed him again, deeper this time, her fingers tangled gently in his hair. “Now, shhh, no more doubting it. You’re mine. And I fully plan on making you forget the whole damn world tonight… starting with one kiss at a time.”

[finncarnate]

"Fine by me, I am happy to forget the world. The world fucking sucks and I don't want to think about anything but you" he grins pulling her close, he grabs her ass and pulls her into a deep kiss. He then slips his tongue into the kiss. He moves his arms up to around her neck loosely as he pulls her down on top of him more. After a while of kissing, he moves his arms down to around her waist and eventually he releases her so she can take control. He slowly pulls from the kiss and looks up at her grins as he watches her, he was enjoying this view of her and was excited for what she was going to do since he was entirely clueless to what she had in mind.

[seongaesa]

She chose the knife carefully, slim, clean, and sharp enough to whisper across skin without screaming. Her fingers tightened around the handle as she looked down at him, breath shallow, chest rising and falling like he was waiting to be unraveled. Her lips curved into a smirk. He was so still. So open. She lowered the blade to his skin and dragged it slowly, deliberately, watching the way his muscles tensed beneath the surface. Just a shallow cut, enough to make him feel. Enough to let her feel him. The sight of red following the path she carved made something pulse deep in her. He didn’t pull away. She leaned in, voice soft against his ear. “Stay with me.” Another slow cut. His breath caught. Her free hand braced on his chest as she guided herself down, taking him in inch by inch. The stretch made her gasp, but it was the look on his face, the surrender, the trust, that nearly broke her open. She began to move. Hips rolling with a slow, confident rhythm. Every bounce drove him deeper, every movement making her feel more powerful, more herself. She kept the knife pressed gently to his skin, tracing a new line each time she came down on him. It was intoxicating. The blend of control and chaos. The sting of the blade paired with the fullness inside her. Her moans melted into breathy whimpers as her pace picked up, each cut smaller, sharper, like her pleasure was spilling out through every trembling motion. She looked down at him, flushed and undone beneath her, and felt something burn in her chest. He let her lead. Let her take. Let her mark him. And in that dark, sacred space between pleasure and pain, she never felt more alive.

[seongaesa]

— : “ ..unnie.? um — this man in a suit came by a day ago..and gave me a box. it had appa's clothes and a gold card in it- “

. . ( @gaye0ng . )

Ae-sa froze. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, the world around her dulled into silence. The only sound she could hear was the soft ringing in her ears. “…What?” she whispered, her voice brittle. Her eyes narrowed, not in anger, but confusion, disbelief, a flicker of something raw underneath. She stepped closer, brows furrowed, trying to read the other’s face for any sign of a cruel joke. There wasn’t one. “You’re serious?”

Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, a shaky exhale slipping past her lips. “A gold card? Like… that gold card?” Her voice dropped. “And his clothes, why would someone bring those now? He’s been gone for years. Why now?” She looked away, jaw clenched, a hundred thoughts crashing in her mind. “…Did he write anything?” she asked after a beat, quieter now. “Anything at all? A letter… a message… anything?”

[finncarnate]

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

[finncarnate]

"I can't decide if I like being called daddy....I feel like babe is better...I am too soft for daddy...if babe or baby doesn't work, we can think up something else" he was a killer but with her he was as soft as a teddy bear and daddy just felt awkward and not fitting for the dynamic they had. He smiled pulling her close "I fully trust you....plus with how limited my pain and pleasure senses are...you can't exactly fuck up...so there is a lot of wiggle room with trying stuff...so I think this will be a good chance for you to grow your confidence and find stuff you and I both like in bed" he lies down enjoying her demanding but still gentle tone to her voice "You are sexy when you are demanding, I like" he winks then grabs her waist pulling her close and kissing her deeply "I got so lucky with meeting you, I hope you know that. I think about it every day multiple times a day that damn....you literally stumbled into my life by chance"

[seongaesa]

She giggled softly, brushing her fingers against his jaw as she leaned in closer, her voice lowering into a sultry murmur. “Okay, babe, it is then… it does suit you more,” she whispered against his lips, teasingly slow. “But you know… I think I like making you melt like this, soft and warm just for me.” She nuzzled into his neck, pressing a lingering kiss there, just under his jawline. “I'm really glad you trust me… I want to explore everything with you. No pressure. No expectations. Just... learning what makes us feel good, together.” Her hand slid slowly along his chest, resting gently over his heart. “And you, lying here, letting me take control like this? You have no idea how hot that is...” She smiled, her tone playful but laced with sincerity. “I feel lucky, too. You might not believe in fate, but it really does feel like the universe handed me something… someone I didn’t know I needed.” She kissed him again, deeper this time, her fingers tangled gently in his hair. “Now, shhh, no more doubting it. You’re mine. And I fully plan on making you forget the whole damn world tonight… starting with one kiss at a time.”

[seongaesa]

I’m not trying to be cute, it just kind of happens. Not my fault.

[finncarnate]

Not Gonna Happen - @seongaesa *CLOSED RP*

The alleyway reeked of damp asphalt and old blood, a scent Finn had grown accustomed to. He leaned against the brick wall, one boot pressed casually against it, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was tired and desperately needed a shower. A job had gone sideways tonight. The mark wasn’t where they were supposed to be, and now Finn was stuck waiting, calculating his next move. But then there it was. A shift in the air. Someone was watching. His fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath his coat. "If you're gonna stand there like a damn ghost, you might as well step into the light," he muttered, voice low, edged with amusement. Was it a threat? A client? Or just another poor soul who didn’t know better than to get too close? It didn't matter, someone was there and he had to see if they were going to be trouble or not. The silence stretched, thick as the smog clinging to the streetlights above. No answer. Just the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deeper in the alley. Finn’s eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows without moving his head. He took one last drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the ground, and crushed the ember under his heel.“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall. His boots hit the pavement with a dull thud, the only sound in the alley as he took a step forward, shoulders tense, the knife now a solid weight in his hand beneath the coat. The air still felt wrong, like a held breath waiting to be exhaled. But nothing moved. He didn’t like that. He slipped further into the shadows, back to the wall, gaze cutting across the narrow passageway. If this was a setup, it was sloppy. If it wasn’t. Well, he’d learned not to rely on luck. A faint rustle to his right. He turned fast, knife in hand now, but there was no one. Just a battered crate and the shimmer of broken glass. Finn’s jaw tightened. Paranoia was a luxury he didn’t usually indulge in. But tonight, after the job and the way it had gone sideways, his nerves were razor-thin. Still, he wasn’t running. Not yet. Instead, he slipped the knife back into place and muttered to the alley, "Fine. Have it your way." Then he started walking, slow, measured steps, toward the open street, eyes still scanning the dark. Let them follow. Let them try.

[finncarnate]

"I won't be much help, but I can try my best" he pulls her close and looks through the box "honestly you can try anything. I am open to trying anything and I mean anything" he smiles kissing her cheek "We will learn what I like together because this is new for both of us.." he places his hand on the back of her head and leans in kissing her deeply. He then slips his tongue into the kiss and just focuses on kissing her for a while. After a bit he pulls away, he was breathing a bit heavier now "I want to give you full control tonight because that will make this even more special" he trails kisses down her neck then sucks on the skin leaving a hickey.

[seongaesa]

She melts into his kiss, her fingers lightly gripping his shirt as their lips move together in sync. Her breath catches when he deepens it, and by the time he pulls back, her cheeks are flushed and her heart is racing. "Full control...?" she repeats in a whisper, eyes flicking up to his with a spark of nervous excitement. "Are you sure you trust me with that, Daddy?" Her voice trembles just slightly, a mix of playful teasing and genuine vulnerability. She leans into the trail of kisses down her neck, a soft sigh escaping her lips when he sucks gently at her skin. Her body arches into him instinctively, responding to the warmth of his breath, the weight of his hand. "Then I’ll take my time..." she whispers, fingers brushing over the edge of the box beside them. "We’ll figure it out together. I want every touch to matter. I want you to feel mine just like I’m already yours." She smiles sweetly, though her voice dips lower, her tone more daring as she adds: "So... lay back for me, Daddy. Let me make this night unforgettable."