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neuvistar · 10 months

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i present to uu… a kim dokja mini thirst cuz i need him so bad! ++ think of this as a filler, cuz i feel the need to write something after all the requests drowning in my drafts soooyes! i don’t like keeping u all waiting so here’s a lil filler <3

for warnings ! suggestive, dokja x afab reader but i didn’t rlly specify their gender, this is so messy n all over the place i’m sorry this isn’t the best, uhmmm dokja being such a sweetheart mhm mhm mhm, vaginal sex, kim dokja is good w his fingers foreals, some use of nicknames overall suggestive content !! | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“can i give you a kiss..?” was all dokja asked. you could’ve sworn you heard a quiet “please?” afterwards, but maybe that was just your mind playing tricks on you. dokja felt his face get warmer and warmer by the second, his heart racing as he could almost feel it pounding through his chest with how close his body was to yours. swallowing a lump in his throat, his thumb drew small circles on the flesh of your hips, eyes filled with desperation and plain lust. for you.

“mm.. of course you can, pretty”

he didn’t expect you to agree so easily. your response made his face flush even farther, dokja’s pupils dilated as he leaned in.. his arm on your waist. he pressed his lips against your own, kissing you deeply yet so passionately. how can someone’s kiss be so dirty but so gentle? his eyes fluttered shut as he held it in for as long as he could.. allowing his body to do all the talking before gently placing his hand the back of your neck to keep you still on his lap, oh yeah.. you’re not going anywhere anytime soon. dokja’s kisses were absolutely deadly, that’s why you loved them. he always took his sweet time with you, holding you ever-so gently as if you were a feather. kim dokja couldn’t keep his hands off of you either as his fingers travelling underneath your shirt, pinching your sensitive nipples.

“mmf!— s’pretty dokja..”

he planted chaste kisses against the base of your neck, watching your body jolt at the sudden contact as he chuckled against your skin. “you’re prettier.” he murmured in your ear. “you’re really pretty.”

“all for you.”

you began to grind your wet heat against his thighs, licking your lips. fuck, he wanted you so bad. and you grinding and pressing your pretty pussy against his thighs wasn’t helping. not at all. dokja bucked his hips against yours, you knew dokja.. he wasn’t just gonna turn down your desires. his lips latched onto yours again. “y—you’re too pretty babe, it’s almost hard to resist you.” he admitted, pressing soft kiss on your cheek before gesturing you keep going, rubbing yourself against his thigh at a quicker pace. dokja’s fingers shook as he struggled to hold hold himself back, trying his absolute hardest to fight his urges.. his urges to pick you up and bend you over over the table and fuck you like it was his last day on earth. he can’t do that, no. not yet. dokja pulls your shorts and panties aside, not waiting any longer as he sinks his slender fingers inside your drooling cunt, thrusting them into the sweetest spots of your walls. he curled his fingers inside you, you came almost immediately on his digits because of how well he was hitting your areas, pumping them slightly faster now. the lewd sounds of squelching was all that could be heard, mixing in with the whimpers and whines that left your pretty lips.

“dokja..” your boyfriend pressed his thumb against your clit, body shuddering as you moaned his name, tightening your grip on his clothes. you could tell dokja was slowly losing control of himself, fingers tugging at your nipples roughly. he began hastily undoing his belt, easing the discomfort of his erected cock as he aligned himself with your entrance, bucking his hips against yours almost immediately. your mouth hung open, throwing your head back at how full you already felt, yet he hasn’t even fit half of his length inside! “dokja!”

he felt so so good, you felt so full.. his cock sliding in and out of you so easily like that.. he knew just how well he could fuck you, he knew no one else could fuck you like he could. he knew that so so well. he grew more desperate for you, savouring the feeling of you clenching and pulsing around his dick every single time he hit a good spot. your body squirmed under his touch, eyes rolled to the back of your head at how harsh his thrusts were, your juices painting his dick with a creamy halo of white. “please.. please ah—“ he whined, lifting your waist. dokja held you in place, his thrusts grew harsher as he practically slammed himself inside your cunt. your moans gradually got louder, almost too loud.

a hand slapped over your mouth instinctively, mewling loudly as your fingers gripped harder at the softness of his coat, “f—fuck.. i think I'm stretching you out quite the bit right at this angle, h-hm?” he couldn’t stop his thrusts no matter how hard he tried, dokja shuddered as your soft lips touched him. your kisses felt like fire spreading across his skin. it felt heavenly to him, he couldn’t get enough of you. “you feel so good,” *he whispered between kisses, “more.. more please. i need more of you, i-i—“

in a blink of an eye, your back was pressed against the wall.. dokja’s arms hooked under your knees as he held you up, slowly setting you down on his cock, rubbing against your wet slit from time to time. “give me more.. please. ‘want you so bad already.. let me— fuck.. i wanna feel you even more.. please!”

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seraphiism · 1 year

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𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞

( darling, close your weary eyes everything will be fine )

chara : kim dokja fandom : omniscient reader's viewpoint quote cr : sophism - the lullaby

kim dokja does not know of love, childhood buried & forgotten ; it roots itself in the crevices of the soul, spreads, aches, festers until it is known in violent recollection. he tears it out, rips and rips and rips until it is gone -- but it will always come back at the end of the line, remaining, reawakening in a painful cycle of memories meant to be left behind for the sake of one's protection.

kim dokja does not know of love, regards it as a cold stranger he does not wish to grant belonging to. he has only known dread his entire life, known a surrendered defeat that seeks companionship with grief. how their fingers intertwine, dearest to each other, and follow him throughout the ages, endlessly mocking him through all struggle and misfortune undeserved.

this is all he knows.

this is all he knows, this lackluster life and doom that he has faced over and over again. because he has never been meant for greatness, never meant for anything worth sharing. there is no story of higher beings in sight for him; he has always been a reader, a wallflower at most : no place to belong from sea to shore, seeking harbor in the most meaningless of places.

so he does not understand what this is -- the oblivion that blooms from the heart, the feeling that spreads through his body with every beat in the presence of you. he dares seek knowledge on it, find some way to justify these foreign feelings, but there is nothing to tell him what it means-- what you mean, and perhaps this fear is one that cannot be nullified.

he dreams a restless dream, void and beyond, unknown and unidentifiable. it does not frighten him, not really, because there is too much to survive these days and it is useless to acknowledge the primal instinct of trepidation. but there is a strange warmth that washes over him, brings him to the surface carefully, cautiously, waiting -- so he opens his eyes, breaks free from the quiet nightmare, and sees you.

your fingers weave through his hair, gentle, visage twisted in slight concern. you freeze instinctively when your gazes meet, a troubled smile gracing your lips.

"sorry." the words are soft spoken as you pull your hand away, and suddenly he misses the feeling of you. "you looked like you were having a nightmare."

if there was not panic on his expression then, he is most certain there is now. he coughs awkwardly once or twice, tries to sit up, but you place your hand on his chest, almost laugh at the little resistance he bears as he lies back down.

"you've barely slept, dokja. you need to rest." you glance at him, fond of the pink that dusts his cheeks. "if you have another nightmare, i'll be here when you wake."

he doesn't fight the feeling, allows himself to realize the fatigue that seeps into his bones, weighs heavy on his being. he offers a quiet word of thanks, knows there is safety to be found in you.

what an odd realization that is. he has never felt safe before, not with anyone. but why is it that your mere existence brings ease to the soul, the weight of all that you are so terribly light on the strings of the heart?

he doesn't question it. he doesn't like to, thinks it's better to not dwell on such things.

so he closes his eyes, the faintest curl of the lips blossoming when he feels your familiar touch once more. how holy and tender it is, this strangeness that resides in his chest. you absentmindedly fix stray hairs, your fingers trailing down his face, touch a ghost of what could be. how wonderfully does his smile grow in this moment, and you hope to carry this memory for when the days grow long and difficult.

"goodnight, lovely dokja."

( there is an aching somewhere in the path of two shared hearts, a wanting, & perhaps in the future, you will seek happiness together. )

#omniscient reader's viewpoint x reader #orv x reader #kim dokja x reader #dokja x reader #my brain melted when i wrote this idk what happened #anyway i love him he is brilliant he is the moment he is th #ill write smth for yjh soon as well #.: writing

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darkgenesis · 1 month

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UNFORTUNATE WISH

Kim Dokja x Hanako! Female Reader

Chapter I ; Hanako the ghost bathroom

Sypnopsis: Kim Dokja heard about "Hanako-San the ghost bathroom" who can make your wish become true. He's curious and decided to go to the bathroom and make a wish to Hanako. But will his wish become true?

Warning!: Bad grammar! English is not my first language!

Note: This is my first time i make a story in English and yk i'm really bad in English when i write it with myself, because English is not my first language. But i'll try with my best!

How does it feels like to have a friends? That was Kim dokja feels like right now

He's a lonely boy with a pathetic life, his mother is murder and everyone see him as a trash. Without a family or friends who care about him.

Kim Dokja life is so dull. Always being a bullied in his school, even the teacher doesnt care about him. He was desperate to have a friend, even just one.

"Did you heard about Hanako-San of the bathroom?"

"a Japanese ghost girl? Why she's in the Korean bathroom school?"

"We don't know why she's in our school, but she can make your wishes come true!"

"Really? What's the rumors?"

He entered the boys bathroom, slowly he walked to the one of the bathroom stall, his hands shook and tried to gather his courage.

"She's indeed in our school bathroom, but she's in the boy bathroom!"

"are you sure she's a Hanako-San not a pervert ghost?"

"hush! Don't say like that! She will be mad if she hear about that!"

His mouth trembling and closed his eyes. Why he should be scared? He just wanted to make a wish, nothing wrong right? So why he's scared?.

Surely Hanako wouldn't do something scary to him, or even angry because he called her just to make a wish to her. He just doing like the rumors say!

"To called her, you should knocked the door three time"

His hand slowly knocked the door with his all courage, and then say, "Hanako, Hanako, are you here?" Just like the rumors said.

Nothing happened, he's slowly open his eyes and looked at the door and raised his eyebrow. Is this some kind of jokes? Really? Why didn't Hanako answer what he said?

If this is a jokes, so what's the point of him being in this bathroom after school!

"bullshit" Walked away from the door and feeling annoyed and disappointed, he can't believe if it was just a jokes! He shouldn't have believed it if it was just a jokes, what's the point?—

Forget about that, he took his words back when the door slammed hard and wide open. Quickly his whole body was filled with fear when he realized that the atmosphere in the bathroom had changed drastically.

That's a lie, right...? He thought like that, looked at the toilet seat with a look of fear and horror, even though it's just a sitting toilet, for some reason it has an unusual and scary aura.

"you call me?" Without realizing it, the apparition asked him right in front of his face with a big smile clearly plastered on her face.

His eyes widened and started screaming while pointing at the apparition who's in front of his face. "A GIRL!?" He can't believe the apparition in front of his face is a girl!.. how could it be a girl in the boys bathroom!?

"why? Of course i'm a girl! What do you think i am?" The apparition look at him with confused face. Does he really heard the rumors clearly?

"no! I mean.. why you in the boys bathroom? Are you really Hanako?" He shook his head in disbelief what just he see. What a strange.. yet pervert ghost? Isn't she?-

She snorted with annoyance and rolled her eyes, what a kind stupid question she got today. Isn't clear this is her home- no, her workplace.

"this is my workplace. You really heard the rumors about me from whom?" She asked him. Looking at him who like an idiot person.

"what?" He titled his head, not understand what she's saying.

"well, forget about that. Now, what is your wish?" The apparition took a deep breath and looked at him with a big smile on her face, in her hand she already had her notebook.

Kim Dokja gasped when he came back to reality and realized his intention of being in the boy's bathroom at this time after school. He stared at the apparition who was waiting patiently for him, the apparition waited for Kim Dokja to make his wish.

Kim Dokja fiddled with his fingers nervously, he thought back to the wish he wanted to say to Hanako. It seemed he was still nervous and hesitant about his wish.

Realize that Kim Dokja not saying anything, the apparition look at him with confused and raised her eyebrow, she spun her pen. "What? You don't have any wish?".

"actually, i have.. but.. are you really Hanako? Not a pervert ghost?" Oh, boy...

Her face darkened and became gloomy hearing his words. She walked back into the bathroom feeling gloomy, "forget about that, i'm done with this".

"Huh!? No! No! No! I mean, Hanako is a cool girl!!"

Cool.. girl.. cool.. girl..

"Then, state your name!" The apparition turned back towards Kim Dokja with a big smile appeared on her face again and it sparkled when she was praised by him.

What an innocent girl, Kim Dokja stated his name, "My name is Kim Dokja, 1st grade".

"m'kay, Kim Dokja, right? What's your wish?" the apparition wrote his name in her notebook while occasionally glancing at him to make sure his name was correct or not.

Kim Dokja fell silent again when he heard the apparition's question, he looked gloomy again. There are many wishes in his mind but he can only ask for one wish to became true.

The apparition was confused again when the human in front of her seemed hesitant again to express his wish, she understand that.

"i don't know..This is complicated, there are many wishes that i want" He shook his head uncertainly and stared at the bathroom floor, the apparition humming softly, "Then tell me one of the wishes you want most".

One of the wishes you want most, One of the wishes you want most, ...One of the wishes you want most..want most..want most..

Could it be, he can ask for anything, right? Right!

He found it!

"hmm?~" The apparition hummed softly and seemed interested when he saw Kim Dokja's eyes sparkling like he had just found a treasure, what a cute guy.

"Kill them!" With a big smile, Kim Dokja stated his wish, making the apparition become petrified, oh.. what? He stared at the apparition in confusion when it just stayed still and stared at him.

Kill them? Kill? KILL!? Kill who?.. She looked at Dokja with a look of horror and scared to hear Dokja's statement, she didn't expect the many wishes that he was doubtful about. He chose to make a wish to her to kill someone..

What a terrible wish

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#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kim dokja #kim dokja x reader #jshk #crossover #orv x reader #omniscient reader viewpoint x reader #Dokja x reader

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imaginativewriter23 · 1 year

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I headcannon that Kim Dokja is the type of husband to keep a photo of you in his wallet and when the apocalypse hits, he takes the photo out and keeps it in the insides of his white coat 😆😆😆😆

#kim dokja #orv kim dokja #dokja kim #dokja kim x reader #dokja x reader #simping for fictional characters #kim dokja x reader #orv webtoon #webtoon x reader

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swdm360 · 1 year

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ORV—Not Supposed to Happen

➡ 〔Kim Dokja x AMAB! KPOP! Reader〕

➡ Letter Content: Where a kpop idol loves to read webtoon after practice. His group's holiday turns into a nightmare fest and now he struggles to accept his reality.

➡ Messenger Note: If I wrote a fanfic lol, TW: Mentions of death, murder, blood. I mean, it's the first scenario cmon.

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How could the protagonist of ORV adapt so easily? How could he have thought so fast in the matter of a few minutes? How could he be so lucky?

Well, you weren't him.

You didn't have fourth wall like every fanfiction out there may suggest... Why not? You're just as well aware of this fictional world as Kim Dokja is, so why not you?

You asked these questions because unlike him, you had to follow the rules in the first scenario. You had blood on your hands.

The blood of a friend turned traitor. Now, you're desperate to have a peace of mind. Where else other than by the actual protagonist, Kim Dokja's side?

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This wasn't how the holiday was supposed to go.

This wasn't a dream, you've tested it. The pain is real, the squeeze in your heart felt real, the blood trickling down from your cheek to the floor felt and so did the multiple wounds on your arms felt real.

【The constellations applaud your tenacity.】

This... Was supposed to be fictional, a fun little webtoon to read after practice.

So why were your friend... Your family sitting in a sea of their own blood? Why did you hold the knife and why was it lodged into your mates' head?

Why are your hands red?

Why are you trembling, crying?

【Congratulations! You're the only survivor in this room!】

【300 coins gifted for completion. 】

A scream echoed in the hotel room.

Was that screaming you?

Was that why your throat is parched?

Shit.

You let out a sob, your hands smudging the large window panes overlooking Seoul with red. Your body felt weak as if you were contracting the worst of covid-19's symptoms kind of weak. The 'running a 5 lap, 1000m marathon' kind of weak, the 'danced everyday, without sleep, without rests and without food for hours on end' kind of weak.

I mean, how could you not feel exhausted? You were roomed with the main dancer in your group who regularly exercised—in addition to that, one of the former gymnast champions in all of Japan.

It's a surprise you survived instead of him.

A weakling, only ever locking yourself in your room despite being the lead dancer just to get a chance of reading the ever-so-popular omniscient reader's viewpoint.

ORV in short.

You were close to the main dancer, someone who you won't name as a friend anymore; He who jumped at the butter knife and launched at you to survive. He who screamed for you to give in because he would make sure to avenge you.

Avenge you?

You weren't even dead.

Of course you'd fight for your life.

How could he attack you in your most vulnerable state? You thought you could trust him. He was your friend after all. He was supposed to protect you. How could he try and kill you?Ha. You didn't even know you had it in you to break his wrist, to pick up the knife and stab it through his head whilst he was strangling you.

You didn't know you had the guts in you to kill.

To kill your own.

You stumbled into the wall, your breathe barely catching the needed oxygen for you to survive as the sobs successfully slipped out through your lips.

Staggering, you approached the doorway. Dismissive that you would regret not collecting the items you needed for survival going forward as all there was in your mind was your other group members.

What about the leader and the youngest? What about the staff members and the assistant trainees? Are they alive? Are they dead? Did they kill to survive too?

Your hand twisted the doorknob, but you didn't open it.

"(Name)...? Y-you're alive?"

It's your leader. Your eyes were getting heavy, either way you willed yourself to look into theirs.

He must've been expecting him...

【The Constellation 'Blind Hunter with Lion Skin' is interested on how you will take care of this one. 】【The Prophet whose prophecies were not believed bets that you will spare him. 】

"...Sunbae."

Your knees buckled below you. A headache forming in your head from the messages.

Luckily, your leader catches you, his hands trembling as well but his face steeled at your state.

"I... I killed him." You stuttered out, body flinching as his hands gripped your shoulders.

"Shh... It's okay now." His voice spoke ever so softly, as if you would break if handled roughly. He placed your head onto his shoulders as he rubbed your back in a comforting manner.

"He tried to—he went for me."

"I know. I know."

"I'm scared."

"I'll protect you. Your sunbae will take care of you." Liar.

His voice hitched.

He's as scared as you were.

His hands... They're red too.

Flashback? Idk yet, these two constellations are my fav.

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yaatrickyassification · 2 years

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Hello! I hope you’re doing well! I was just wondering if am I able to request Kim Dokja saving teen reader from fulfilling a their prophecy (platonic)? What I made by this is that the reader is destined to go berserk and either destroy or rule the world, and before Dokja came along, every life Joonghyuk had, the reader would go berserk (due to the amount of grief and trama that have accumulated over their life) and Joonghyuk would manage to kill them before the reader can fully complete the prophecy. Now with Dokja in the picture, he decides he wants to save the reader and while the reader is going berserk, he managed to stop them from their destiny and save them from dying, which leads to the prophecy being broken. Hopefully this is okay and makes sense, sorry it was so long!!

Thank you for your request! I'm doing very well, thank you for asking. And don't worry, it isn't too long!

[ Kim Dokja x Gn! Reader ] - Saving teen reader from fulfilling their prophecy (platonic).

Kim Dokja knows himself very well, what his traumas are, his favorite foods, and his most disliked foods - tomatoes. The vain of his existence. Or the bruises that splotch his frail and thin body when he was a kid, and even his mother's warmth that radiated off of her when everything seemed to be falling apart. He knows everything.

Maybe that is why his skill is called: [ Omniscient reader's viewpoint ] Kim Dokja admits, he knows everything. About the constellations, incarnations, dokkaebi, the star stream even, but he doesn't quite get the emotion he is feeling right now.

Swords clashed between each other, as the white pure star energy fluctuated inside of his sword; broken faith. What was he feeling? Kim Dokja asks himself, was it guilt? Was it sympathy? Or was it just him projecting his younger self on your situation?

[ Ki m Do k ja. ] Muttered the fourth wall inside of his head, "Kim Dokja! Snap out of it! Hesitating right now will result in you being the one being killed!" He barely heard the loud shouts of Han Sooyoung throughout his fight with you, he knows that. He knows it. But why can't his body do it?

Every time his sword inched a bit closer to your neck, his fingers trembled, and the power held tightly in his fingertips loosen. Deteriorating his strength causing you to change your direction to counter his swift movements, you truly deserved the title of the calamity of the scenarios.

[ Ki m Do k ja, u r pas t i s ov er. ] Yeah, that's right. His past is over, but you were [y/n] [l/n]. His favorite character even rivals his obsession with imagining himself as 'Yoo Joonghyuk.' At the mention of the regressor inside of his head, an immediate thought flashes inside of the reader's head.

'What will Yoo Joonghuk do in this situation?' An image of you dying with a sword through your neck and the regressor's cold and lifeless eyes screened through his mind, a laugh emerged out of him even in this tense situation of crossing swords until one of them is killed. Yoo Joonghyuk will surely kill you without regrets but he wasn't Yoo Joonghyuk, he wasn't a regressor, and he wasn't the main protagonist even once in his life. He was just Kim Dokja, a reader through and through.

Kim Dokja finally knows what he is feeling, it was sympathy. He has sympathy for his younger self and for you who have experienced that kind of disgusting thing, no children have the right to experience their father beating the shit out of them over a loss of an alcoholic beverage, no children should need to experience suffering their hunger in silence while hiding in a closet to avoid the abusing eyes of their father. No one.

That is why Kim Dokja wants the best for his kids - Shin Yoosung, Lee Gilyoung, [y/n] [l/n], deserves a good and happy life once they reach the end of the scenarios. My kids, Kim Dokja thought.

"Ahjussi, what did you want to be when you grow up?" Kim Dokja tilted his head to the side at your question.

"Me? It's kind of embarrassing but I kind of want to be like Yoo Joonghyuk when I was a kid." You let out a small laugh causing flames to erupt in Kim Dokja's pale cheeks.

"I can see Ahjussi shouting to himself in the bathroom mirror: "I am Yoo Joonghyuk!" Kim Dokja doesn't have the guts to refute your statement when it was the truth. "Then what about you? What did you want to be when you grow up?" Your eyes widened for a fraction before your lips curled up into a bright smile.

"Me? I wanted to be someone like Dokja ahjussi."

"Han Sooyoung!" Kim Dokja shouted but never once turned back to look at Han Sooyoung's crouching figure, his eyes solely focused on your body. Cracks and veins of the color black littered your body, with your eyes turning pure white. You look like you have come to earth to judge destruction over the living.

"I'm going to be myself from this day on!"

"What the fuck are you saying, you bastard?!" Han Sooyoung grits the words out of her teeth angrily, "you just died three days ago! Are you trying to kill yourself again?"

"Don't say that in front of [y/n]! She wants to be like me when she grows up after all!" Kim Dokja grins as the feeling that was burdening his mind and body was finally lifted out of his chest, as he remembered the words that you said to him once on the rooftop of the industrial complex during sunrise.

"Me? I wanted to be someone like Dokja ahjussi. You were cool when you battled the constellations, when you became the demon king of salvation, when you kept saving us even though we're characters inside of a novel. So, I want to survive. With the kids, Heewon and Sangah noona, even Joonghyuk-ssi. So, promise me ahjussi -"

"Kim Dokja!" Yoo Joonghyuk who was hit and flew to the other side of the wide open space finally managed to get up to where they were now. "Kim Dokja! Stop what you're thinking, you can't do it!" Yoo Joonghyuk clenched the sword of his handle tightly.

"No, I can do it! I'll break this scenario and let's survive together until the end!" Kim Dokja looks behind and stares at his two companions with certainty in his eyes.

[ The Constellation Demon King Of Salvation wants you to trust in him. ]

"Let's survive together until the end, ahjussi."

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"Ahjussi! Are you okay? I'm so sorry!" You crouch down in front of Kim Dokja's body in which he curled up into himself due to the pain coursing inside of him, "damn, that hurt." Kim Dokja looks up in front of him to see your tear-ridden face as you sob uncontrollably, Han Sooyoung was behind you with an awkward expression on her face, while the sunfish bastard was in the background with a grim expression hanging over his face.

"I'm so sorry!" You sob as Han Sooyoung patted you on the shoulder, "don't worry [y/n], look, Kim Dokja alive and kicking!"

"Han Sooyoung, shut up." Han Sooyoung lets out a small tsk sound, before getting up from her crouching position and taking out a lemon lollipop inside of her coat, she unwraps the lollipop out of its wrapper with ease and plops it into her mouth right after.

"Why are you crying?"

"It's because I - I almost killed you." Your sobs quietened down as you tried to speak normally, Kim Dokja sighs before raising his sore arm and gently putting on the crown of your head.

"It's fine." You rapidly shook your head at Kim Dokja's dismissal of the situation, "it's not!"

"But didn't we survive right after?" You stayed silent.

"But - you could have just killed me before the prophecy happened." You muttered in a small, gloomy voice that doesn't belong to a teen at all.

"Now, why would I? Aren't you the one who said it? To survive together until the end."

"But -"

Kim Dokja sat up out of his curling position to look you in the eye.

"I promised you, so, let's do our best to survive. Okay?" You nodded your head and finally, you let out a smile and Kim Dokja was finally relieved of the tension inside of his body. You took Dokja's hand that was in your head and held it close to you.

His hand was rough and formed callouses together with small and big cuts littering his pale and slender fingers. But you didn't mind it, not at all. It just comforted you into thinking that this man was doing all that he could for him and his companions to survive through these gruesome and taxing scenarios.

"Till the end?" You tilted your head inquisitively.

"Till the end." Kim Dokja nodded his head with a smile on his face.

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miaump3 · 9 months

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kim dokja.𓆩 𓆪 ⚔

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onirique-amaranth · 2 years

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helloo, may i request for another kim dokja x top male reader smut? thank you.

⎮Soft worries⎮

⏤ Characters: Dokja⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings → sub/bottom Dokja, top/dom male reader, dacryphilia, nothing extreme, soft ending

⏤ 2.600 words

The sun has already gone down when you ended the fight, sword covered in red thick fluid, your heart beating wildly in your chest as you pant, lungs burning. You step forward, staggering as you kneel to grab some documents before walking back to where you came from. You could only see passed-out people around you, on the ground, some more injured than the others, but you weren't feeling guilty. On your way back, you feel discouraged, you knew Dokja was waiting for you, but you felt too tired to move, so you sat down. Your back pressed against a wall with your head thrown bad, you look at the sky, eyelids growing heavy as you just felt the need to fall asleep.

The streets were silent as nobody was walking around, this part of the city has been deserted a while ago, and it was one of the reasons why you and Dokja decided to install a camp here. For once, your nights weren't interrupted by people screaming and the sounds of fighting, also, most of the main or sub scenarios weren't available here, so you could easily rest. You spend the last three days searching for some information, and you were supposed to come back this night, at least that was the plan before the tiredness took over your body.

You feel your muscles relax, your body slumping against the brick wall, oblivious to the shadow moving closer to you. The moonlight shone through the destroyed city, light reflected by the broken windows as you stare blankly at the sky. The sudden sounds of footsteps near you made you jump, grabbing your sword immediately, the sharp blade pressed against your assailant's neck. You push the person against the wall, ready to cut their throat open, but you calm down as you see the short man in front of you. The strong wind makes his white coat move behind him, he was looking at you without talking, long eyelashes fluttering as he observes you. You withdraw your weapon, making sure you did not hurt him in the process, placing your hand on his shoulder as you apologize. His small, fragile neck could be broken by your hands with any sudden movement, and you almost did kill him. You step away slowly, leaving him the space to stand up straight.

He sighs before taking a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping away the blood that was on your face. The comfortable silence envelops you as he cleans you up, checking if you had any injuries. There was a calm atmosphere enveloping the two of you, but you could feel a certain tension coming from him, a hidden rage that he was keeping under control. As his handkerchief gets stained by the blood, he froze when he noticed the long and deep cut you had on your neck, and he snapped, all control is completely gone.

He wasn't yelling, but his words held venom as he scolded you, disapproving of how you weren't taking care of yourself, especially when he saw you accepting to sleep outside instead of just walking back to the camp. Despite the anger he was showing, you could see the anxiety in his eyes, worrying about your health as you disappeared for days without sending him any updates. He took your copy of the Infinite Dimension Space Coat out of his inventory, draping it over your shoulders, covering your bloody clothes and protecting you from the cold wind. And then, he helped you to walk by placing one of your arms around his shoulders, heading to your camp. Before you could say anything to protest, his glare shut you up, and you followed him tiredly without adding anything.

The soft light of the candles calmed you down, the stress and tension from the previous fight vanishing, as you sit down on a chair. You watch Dokja quickly discard his coat before grabbing the first aid kit, kneeling in front of you as he treats your wounds. You groan at the painful sensation of the alcohol on your cuts, jaw clenched as you kept yourself from cursing out loud. You see his hand reaching out for your face as he tenderly strokes your cheek with his thumb, making your head lean into his palm, closing your eyes.

He still continued to focus on the rest of the wounds, helping you take off your shirt as some spots were stained by your blood. He observes silently your upper body, checking on every cut or bruise, sometimes letting his fingers graze the injuries gently, watching in amazement how your body was reacting to his touch. And finally, he put a bandage around your last wound, leaving a soft kiss over it. He stays on his spot, seeing you relax slowly as the pain wasn't as strong as before, and he decides to let you rest.

You let your back hit the back of the chair, exhaling as the pain subsided. You close your eyes and let your body relax, as you were able to let your guard down, after so many days of being on constant alert. Without knowing it, you were drifting on to sleep. All the stress and pressure tired you out and as you were closing your eyes, you feel a soft feeling against your lips. You froze, taken aback by the sudden contact, almost thinking you were dreaming even if it felt so real. You gasp as he bites your lower lip, and a tongue makes its way into your mouth. With your eyes still closed, you let this tongue invade your mouth, you could feel Dokja moan softly into the kiss, hands gripping your shoulder, but still conscious enough to avoid your wounds.

Still sitting on the chair, you wrap your hands around his waist, letting him whimper and drool into the kiss. His legs quivered as he fell down onto your lap, both his legs straddling you, hips almost rolling against yours. He kept whispering your name in between each kiss, all the love, admiration and worry pouring out as he held you close as if he was making sure you were really here, with him. These last three days have been hellish for him as he has no idea in what state you were and where you left to. He spent hours tracking you down, so he could make sure you weren't in a tight situation, but you were finally back, with him.

As seconds pass by, you feel your breath shorten, but Dokja was still refusing to let go of you. You tap his shoulder softly, trying to make him detach himself from you to no avail until you feel yourself getting light-headed, and you just grab his neck, pulling him away from your face. As you catch your breath, throat and lungs burning, you watch as he looked dazed, cloudy eyes with some tears gathering on his lash line. Guilt spread into your heart, as you tug him forward, holding him protectively into your arms, listening to his sniffles and as he was rambling about how worried he was for you, that he thought you would never come back.

You rubbed his back slowly, trying to calm him down, his hold tightening around your shoulders as he buries his face deeper in your shoulder. He finally looked up at you with teary eyes, dried tears on his cheeks and a relieved smile, head leaning forward as he connects your lips again, his hunger showing through his hastiness. Your hand moved to his hips, feeling him starting to grind onto you, pants tightening around your crotch. His hands slid down your back, nails scratching your skin as he speeds up his movements, the pace rushed and uncontrolled. He whimpers into the kiss, unable to keep still or control his movements, and then he stopped suddenly. His head is thrown back as his hips jerked up, sensitivity hitting him as he whines, cumming in his underwear. You watch as he waits for a little before sitting back on your lap, legs quivering as his crotch rubs against yours.

You took a hold of the back of his shirt, tugging on it a bit, so you can slide your hands under. Your cold hands meeting his burning body made him whimper, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He rushed to unbutton your pants, hand shaking as he tries to focus, his mind fuzzy from the feeling, as for you, your wounds and pleasure make you lose the notion of reality. You both stand for a second, just the time to take off your pants and underwear before you sit back down. With a hand on your shoulder, he held himself up, body shaking as he moves his hand in between his legs, finger pressing against his hole. He took a shaky breath before starting to prepare himself, back arching as his only support was your shoulder.

He panted harshly, sliding another finger in, hurrying so he could finally be able to sink down on your length. Your hands weren't really helping him to stay collected as one was playing with his cock, your thumb rubbing the tip, soft fingertip following the vein on the underside. Your other moved upward, pinching his nipples as he jumped, his fingers sliding deeper when he fell forward. He yelped as your hand engulfed his cock without difficulty, hips stuttering as humiliation burned through his core as he notices how small he was compared to you, literally fitting in your palm. You continue to move your hands slowly, teasing him as he felt so close to his release. But suddenly, everything stopped, he cries as you stopped simulating him, his fingers not being enough as he harshly pushes the third one in.

You could only laugh at his pleading face, watching as the oh-so-calm and rational man let go of his pride, begging pathetically for your attention and the stimulation you could offer him. Gently, you place your hand back on his cock, moving it up and down with a tight grip, watching as his fingers started to move quickly again, at the same pace as your hand. He gasped, and his nails dug into your shoulder as he cries out, his fingers hitting a place he hasn't found before. His breaths grew erratic, grinding against you as his body tensed up, but before he could cum, you grab his wrist and tug his hand away.

His tears fell freely, he was begging you to do something, voice breaking as he loses control over his body, fighting weakly against your strong hands immobilizing him. He just needed to finish preparing himself before he could give you some pleasure too, but you were refusing to let him move. Before he could start whining, you present your own fingers in front of his mouth, watching as he took them in immediately, twirling his tongue around them, saliva sliding down your fingers to your hand and arm. Desperation shone in his eyes as you took your fingers away, moving them slowly to his entrance. And suddenly, you slammed them inside, moving forcefully as you stretch him, patience running thin. His mouth opened in a silent scream as you reached much deeper, your fingers were much longer and thicker than his own, bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm.

But once again, you stopped before he could experience his high, but before he could whine and complain, you kissed him. You lift him up as he was distracted, placing him over your length. You wait for him to break the kiss to breathe before slamming him down, a scream ripping out of his throat as he feels his body accommodates to your size, forcing its way through. At the sudden overpowering feeling, he completely breaks.

You could feel him tighten almost painfully around you, squeezing you to death as you almost rip him open. You still waited for his consent for starting to move, watching with satisfaction as he crumbles on top of you, any coherent thoughts leaving his mind as he moans and supplies. At this point, you could not understand what he was trying to tell you anymore, he was not making sense as he gets overwhelmed by the pleasure. Each thrust brings him to tears as you reach places he never knew about, everything becoming too much too quickly. Using your remaining force, you lift him up from your lap and press him against the wall, his face pushed against the cold wall as you slam him down.

You were just chasing after your release at this point, just forcing your hips up as you move him down, the sounds of skin slapping filling the room. You placed your hands under his knees to hold him up and manoeuvre his body easily, leaving his front to rub against the wall uselessly, cheek pressed against the frozen bricks as he looks at you with dazed eyes. His mouth opened to let high-pitched moans out, mind spiralling into nothingness, eyes rolling back as he goes limp in your hold. You were so close, so close that you couldn't wait anymore and just started to go harder and faster, mind blanking as the pleasure take over.

The small boy in your arms weakly whimpers as he came, cock twitching and releasing over the wall, seeming unable to stop. He mumbles something unintelligible as he keeps cumming, crying as the overstimulation hits him. And you weren't stopping, he tried to beg you to leave him some seconds, but it was left unheard. Your pace only brought him to new highs as he wasn't aware of how he was still coating the wall in fluids. And that's when he felt it, the hold on his legs tightening, hips jerking uncontrollably as you throw your head back suddenly, a sound between a groan and a moan escaping your mouth.

His eyes completely rolled back when he felt you emptying yourself in him, his body full and mind empty. You slowed down, prolonging your high a little before you pulled out, catching your breath. Dokja looked at you with satisfaction, a dumb grin spread across his face as his mind was still fuzzy from his orgasm. You slowly moved him down, making sure he could stand up by himself with his shaky legs.

The second your hands left his body, his arms were around your neck, tugging you forward as your lips met. Your bodies pressed together as he baths in your warmth, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact. You end up lifting him up again to lay him down on the bed, as you were going to use the couch, he grabbed your hand and force you to lay beside him. A soft kiss was placed onto your cheek before he hid his face in your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist, even if his fingers weren't touching.

You chuckle before kissing his forehead and nuzzling onto the top of his head, eyes closing as the tiredness took over your body. Each muscle too heavy for you to hold up as you relax, and your mind leaves reality. Before completely falling asleep, you hear Doka whisper three words softly into your neck, making your heart feel warm, and your cheeks heat up. A soft smile appears on your face as you feel asleep without any worry left, another feeling overpowering the rest. A soft hand moved to hold yours as you both let your body turn-off and forget everything around you. The next day was going to be interesting.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

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toe-cheese-with-rice · 1 year

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Dokja x reader

Some fluff of the reader almost dying and confessing their feelings to Dokja.

Female reader, f!m

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You searched Dokja’s eyes, hoping - pleading there was a shred of feelings You felt. But he stayed silent, your brows furrowed as he stayed still. The silence felt like barbwire wrapping around your neck, it was suffocating, your feelings choked up in her throat as you swallowed.

“Dokja, Say something, I’m begging you.” your eyes started to sting and prick with regret as they filled with water.

“Dokja…” Your voice cracked “I’m sorry, I couldn’t keep my promise I-” Dokja cut you off.

“That doesn’t matter, I don’t care about that dumb promise; I just… Wish you would’ve taken me with you.”

You paused for a moment, trying to gather the words you wish you would’ve said before.

“You are the only thing that I fight for, if not for you I would be a lost soul trying to keep sane, Dokja. So don’t grimace or glare at my wounds, because I have seen yours through and through. You are the reason I push myself to stay alive, I really love you, more than my life.”

Dokja gritted his teeth, all he wanted to do was protect you but he ended up hurting you more. you hadn’t been in the novel nor were you ever mentioned. This woman had read just as he did and fought just as he did, but now she is the one sacrificing herself for him. You are the one losing the wine-red blood that seeped from your body.

“You will make it, you have to,” Dokja mumbled, holding your wounds closed while he searched the shop for potions. you sighed in response, “I’ll try my best, but if I do die, you have to stop making Yoo Joonghyuk and Han Sooyoung worry so much you idiot.” Dokja smiled a little as he bought the potions, “They’re fine, I’m not nearly as bad as you.”

You laughed, wincing as Dokja applied ointments and potions to your wounds. You could feel the energy slowly entering back into your body.

“Geez, how much did you spend on this many potions?”

Dokja just shook his head, “That doesn't matter, what matters is your safety.” He went silent for a moment after, making you look up at him. He seemed to be thinking about something, conflicted about it. So you reached up and caressed his pale cheek.

“What are you thinking so hard about you peabrain?” Your thumb snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked away and back at you, your eyes locking.

“Earlier... Did you really mean what you said?” You looked at him confused, “about what?” Dokja seemed nervous but spoke anyway, “About loving me?” You smiled at his shyness. “Of course I did, what else would I mean by that.” Dokja’s eyes shimmered a little, pouring the last bottle of medicine on your arms.

“In that case, I… Really love you too.” Your cheeks turned slightly red as you looked at him, peace falling over you. “And... You are also the bane of my existence too, so never do something so dangerous without me. You nearly died, I thought..”

You put your finger to Dokja’s lips, catching him by surprise. “I get it, I won’t do it again, my love.” You whispered as he held you gently, “I’m getting tired so if you don’t mind, I’m just going to - I’m going to…” He smiled as you fell asleep. “Sleep well, my love.” He spoke softly as he kissed your delicate forehead.

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ghostwifeyy · 1 year

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p/s:is it bad i like to see him crying?😁😇

#kim dokja x reader #dokja x reader #orv x reader #kim dokja #manhwa x reader

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waayfo · 7 months

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i wanna tell u but i'm super shy .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

Your heart beats faster with every step you take. And you can do nothing but wait impatiently during your walk to the place you are going to go.

It was spring; you don't like it much other than the flowers blooming beautifully. And you feel like all seasons are the same, until you finally meet the dokja for the first time in spring.

His eyes always look beautiful every time he looks at his phone screen, his beautiful face beats the flowers that bloom in spring. He's perfect, you think. As if he was a fictional character created by a woman, and everything about him was charming.

And here you are standing confidently under a beautiful tree in full bloom; a few of the leaves have fallen, but that still doesn't diminish its beauty.

Your heart is anxiously searching for dokja. Waiting impatiently for him.

There he is! you shouted in your heart as soon as you saw his presence. And of course, he is charming as usual.

Everything goes fast, and so does your heartbeat. Your words got stuck in your throat, and you couldn't get them out. And that's when you realized that you actually didn't have the courage since beginning.

"What do you want to say?” dokja asked once again. And you can't do anything about your voice which is reluctant to come out and answer it.

"Are you okay?" You wish you could answer, no. How much you want to tell him all your feelings, how amazed you are by him all this time. But again the sound refused to come out and it was very annoying.

"Oh, nothing."

Dokja grabbed your shoulder. His beautiful eyes stared at you and forced you to look at him at such a close distance. "Just say it."

What should I do? is what you are asking yourself right now.

But without you realizing it, your voice comes out and says everything about your feelings for him. And how much you want to always be by his side. And at the end of the word— "i like you" —has been spoken.

#konstelasiv fanfic #dokja x reader #dokja kim x reader #kim dokja x reader #orv fanfic #orv x reader #omniscient reader x reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint

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pendwelling · 6 months

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ORV x TWSB novel swap AU!

When the Reader Strikes Back

Omniscient Third Wheel's Viewpoint

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imaginativewriter23 · 1 year

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I Know - Dokja Kim x Reader

Summary: A relationship in an apocalypse with a sacrificial lover is never easy and you both know it.

Warning(s): Angst, hints of fluff, best understood if you’re up to date with the current webtoon or a completed novel reader, implications of spoilers, no direct pronouns used. Low-key actually bad.

“Dokja, I can’t keep doing this,” you muttered under your quivering mouth.

The distance between you was far, each of you on one side of the opposite wall. Dokja was the one to take the first step closer to you.

“I know. I’m sorry,” was all he could think to say. The words he originally scripted flew out the window once he saw the tears brimming in your eyes.

He knew there would be a day you would say that to him. Of course, he planned for you to say this. He just didn't think it would be this hard.

“I can’t keep watching you die,” you wheezed.

You tried to keep your voice down as much as possible. The abandoned building tended to echo. The last thing either of you wanted was to attract survivors' attention to a vulnerable moment between a couple. Or worse, one of the company’s attention.

“You know I always come back.”

It was barely any reassurance. He knew that, but it was the only reassurance he could give.

“But what if next time you don’t?” You wrapped your arms around your stomach to comfort yourself.

He took another step. “I will. You know I never go through with something unless I’m confident in it.”

“I know,” you practically spat.

Dokja knew. He knew it wasn’t a matter if he came back or not. Rather, it was the pain of seeing him die over and over and over again. He knew. Because if it were you, he wouldn’t be able to handle it either.

“I would never make a plan that would hurt you in the end.” He took another step, midway now.

“I know,” you said, much more gently now.

“You’re the ending I want.”

“You are too,” your voice cracked, “but I hate how we’re getting to it.”

He felt bolder, taking two steps closer, only a few feet away from you.

“It won’t be like this forever," he coaxed.

You sniffled, wiping the tears off your face, feeling some drip off your chin.

“It just feels like you’re willing to sacrifice yourself so much that you don’t realize that it hurts me more.”

The inch of confidence he had was gone and his shoulders tensed. He was never good at comforting. It was worse when it came to you. You were the last person he ever wanted to see cry.

Now, there was a lump in his throat. What was on his script again? He couldn’t remember. Something along the lines of "we'll get through this," or "it'll be okay." Yet, for some reason, none of those sentences generated past his mouth.

He gritted his teeth and forced the only words he had full confidence in saying:

“I love you.”

You knew he did, but the words felt foreign to both of you since the apocalypse never made room for it.

You sniffled and nodded. “That’s why it hurts more.”

He stared into the ground, "I know."

The sound of crickets chirping in the background returned when both of you were silent. There was a distant 'boom!' Perhaps another group was fighting a sub-scenario.

Finally, you closed the gap between you two and stood in front of Dokja until your arms were barely touching.

“I love you too,” you said. He nodded and cradled your fingers. He knew you did.

“Be selfish more,” you mumbled, “Be selfish and choose yourself, for me.”

“I can’t promise that.”

You laughed at his immediate bluntness and leaned into his chest to cover your face.

“I know.”

He moved one hand to rest on your scalp, the other continued to massage your fingers.

“Then, at least think about me and how I would feel the next time you do it.”

Dokja rested his chin on your head. “I already do. Every time.”

You nodded against his chest. “I know.”

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