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angelplummie · 1 year

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OKAY FIRST OF ALL HEY BABY IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH

And yesssss I see the update where you’re writing for killing stalking!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 literally going to die I’m so happy

BUT OKAY, a chubby reader (yk your girl thicc 🤪) yandere/toxic relationship/SMUTTT with Sangwoo where he cheats on Y/n all the time but she’s cocky because he always comes back to them. Then one day Sangwoo gets upset by Y/n’s cockiness and he teaches her a lesson…..

I LOVE YOU BABE AND MUAHHH I MISSED YOU

LOSING YOU

OH SANGWOON X FEM!CHUBBY!READER

cw: degrading, dubcon, implied kidnapping, references to murder, infidelity, he’s just super mean and weird, jealousy, threats of murder

a/n: this one is so fucking late and i’m sorry but i did it! this is going to flop because i never post and it’s a weird one so reblog please i love you

“Y/N? You awake?”

Of course you are, you always wait for him.

“Yes. You’re back late.”

Your voice was quiet with fatigue, but he could hear you alright as he removed his clothes and dropped them beside the bed. You had your back to him, but you could hear the soft thud of his jeans coming down to the hardwood floor, you could hear his shirt land on the edge of the bed. The house was eerily quiet when he wasn’t there, you didn’t like when he was gone. He always came back though. Always.

“Yeah, I was talking to this girl, Jieun. She goes to the same university as me.”

He lifted the covers and slotted himself behind you, your ass tucked right into his crotch, and he slung his big arm across your chest. You could smell him, he reeked of alcohol and girl. You’re sure if you turned around you would see his neck littered in hickeys, the top of his shoulders covered in nail marks. It was the same every time he went out, but what did that matter?

Those girls may think they’ve done it, gotten sangwoo to ’open up’, show them the ‘real him’, but they’re wrong. They’re all wrong. Only you know sangwoo, the real him. He probably tells all those girls about some version of his tragic past, his abusive father, his suicidal mother, and they think they know all there is to know about him. Until the next day and there’s parts of them rotting in sangwoo’s trunk.

You know everything. And you love him anyway. You are the only one for him, and you know it. He always comes back. You know he belongs to you. With you. He needs you like air, every day he comes home and fucks you like an animal, holds you tight, kisses you, he’s even soft with you, real sappy and disgusting. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he likes you a lot, he just... has a short attention span. You’re all he thinks of when he gets home, and it’s not like he really thinks about the other girls. You know it means less than nothing to him with them, and that’s all that matters. And when they’re dead afterwards, there no competition of who he likes more. You were never a jealous type anyway.

“I had sex with her in the men’s bathroom. From behind, against the wall. Then up against the mirror.”

Well, that was new.

“Oh?” you said, ”Did you have fun?”

He never told you the details of his flings, he just didn’t try to hide them, so this was strange. Maybe it was a close call with the authorities and he’s anxious about it.

You feel an curt exhale on your back.

“Of course I had fun. She’s not dead if that’s what you’re thinking. We just fucked.”

Why was sangwoo being so strange?

“Ok,” you turned around to face him, still in his hold. You noticed it’s getting tighter. Just as you thought, you could see blotchy pink hickeys on his neck in the dimming light. His face was neutral, unreadable looking down at you. You can’t lie, he was intimidating like this. To survive sangwoo, to live with him, you have to read him, and read him you cannot.

“Are you alright sangwoo?”

“Obviously,” he snapped, before sighing,

”Don’t you even want to have sex?”

You nearly laughed, but it’s in your best interest not to.

“You mean right now? Aren’t you tired?”

“No I’m not tired!” his voice booms, and you flinch against the covers.

He rolled you over to your back and now he loomed above you, something burning in his eyes. His hands were either side of your face, and his knees caged in your body, tapering in at the thighs, pushing the fat around to a near painful squeeze.

“Whats wrong with you? Aren’t you angry? I fucked someone else, stupid bitch.”

Mouth slightly agape, you tried to process. You didn’t even react to the name calling anymore, although the throb of hurt would never go away.

“You want me to be angry with you?”

“No, of course I don’t. I just want to know why you’re so ok that I cheated on you.”

You had absolutely no idea what was going on, and you were afraid to ask.

Isn’t this every mans dream? A girl that doesn’t care when he sleeps around? What’s his problem?

“Sangwoo...” you breathed, struggling to find the words. You were so confused.

“You always come back,” you wait a second, and when he doesn’t seem to be appeased, you continue, “I don’t care because you always come back to me. I know you like me best, that’s all I care about.”

His frown falters, momentarily, before a meaner, colder look takes his face. In the darkness he’s still beautiful and terrifying.

He hated that you make him burn. Sangwoo doesn’t burn for anyone, he burns people. And yet, everything about you is so... he can’t put it into words how he needs you. The thought of you with another man makes him close to violence, very close. So why can’t you do the same? Why don’t you care? He knows you love him, he isn’t an idiot. But... you aren’t showing it how he wants. Maybe you’ve gotten a little too comfortable. Maybe he needs to rectify that.

“You think I need you that much?” his voice had dropped an octave, gotten quieter. You knew to be careful now.

“No, but-“

“You do, don’t you? You think I’m your lovesick puppy? You think you’re in control?”

“Sangwoo, you’re not-“

“Don’t try and deny it.” his face was blank, totally blank, eyes boring into yours. He stares at you a while longer, and when he got no reply, he continued.

“Well, you’re wrong Y/N. I don’t need you. You need me.”

“I know Sangwoo, I do need you,” your voice shook, heat of the bed doing nothing to quell the cold creeping up your spine.

“Do you think you’re the only one that makes me cum?”

“No, but-“

“But I’m the only one that makes you cum?”

“Well, yes-“

“So what are you so smug about? Get up.”

He leant back, away from you to let you obey him, and got up slowly, towering above you. He stood expectantly, and you stared up at him from the mattress, not quite sure what to think.

“I said, get up,” his tone was sharp, it was hard to disobey.

You pushed yourself up as fast as you could manage, rocking gently to your feet. Your arms hung awkwardly at your sides, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. His glare was unforgiving, but you couldn’t deny the throb in your clit at the anticipation.

“Turn around.”

And you did, a thrill running through your body. You were still stood stock still when he pried your arms from your sides and he pushed you against the wall, body pressing up against you. It hurt a little, but he was quick to make you forget.

Hands gripping your waist, he ground himself against your plump ass. Your hands were in front of you, bracing yourself against the wall. You made chopped breaths and little whimpers as he groaned into your skin, getting more and more annoyed at you; you drive him insane, why are you so calm? Why can’t you be like he is? You should be stupider, need him more. What the fuck is wrong with you?

He stopped grinding his erection on you all of a sudden, grip not relaxing for a second. Your eyes darted around the icy dark, heart thundering in your chest, face still against the wall.

“Sangwoo...” you whimpered, and he could feel the heart beat of your fat little pussy, “please, keep going.”

He huffed from his nose and his breathe ran down you neck once again.

“Then beg.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you stopped to process what he had said.

“Are you deaf? I told you to beg. Beg for me if you really want me that bad. Prove it.”

“Oh!”, you started as it clicked in your head, and the throbbing of your pussy became insatiable,”Please Sangwoo! Please, give it to me, please! I need you, please!”

He smiled at the whininess in your voice, the desperation. The need.

“I still don’t know if you deserve it,” he had taken on a playful tone now, temper seemingly subdued by your little display.

“Sangwoo!” you whined in protest, desperately pushing back into him. He groaned breathily at the feeling of your ass pressed right into him, the fat cushioning his cock teasingly.

His dick throbbed and he gave in,

“Fine, I’ll give it to you. You really are pathetic you know that?”

And he yanked down your tiny little pyjama shorts, to find your bare pussy underneath.

“Anything I tell you to do you do it.”

Your eyes squeezed shut and you yelped when he delivers a sharp slap between your legs, spread awkwardly open for him against the wall.

“But you still act like your better than me.”

He pressed against the small of your back with one hand, keeping you squashed tightly against the wall, chubby cheeks squishing at the pressure. With the other hand, he hastily undid the zip of his jeans, pulling them down around his thighs. Erection bobbing against your bare ass, he pulled his boxers down to his jeans and you stifled a whimper at the anticipation.

He always got weird like this when he was angry, and mostly you just had to stick it through. He would calm down after he had had his way with you.

Slowly, he lined up, relishing in the little whimpers coming from you. And he pushed in, groaning at how fucking wet you were. It was nearly impossible to go slow, you were so soft and he was angry at you, and yet he did, for fear he would cum too quick if he didn’t.

“You’re not better than me, alright?”

You huff, the stretch of his thick cock making you tense.

“Alright?”

“Yes,” you whined through pouty, drooly lips,”I’m not better than you. I’m sorry Sangwoo, I’m really sorry.”

“tsk,” he gives you one grind of his hips, nestling his enormous cock into you,”You’re just saying that ‘cause you want me to fuck you.”

“No! That’s not it.”

Tears were blurring your vision and you fought with your entire being not to moan, feeling his fat dick rub warm against your insides. He was moving ever so slightly to torment you, make you feel guilty for wanting to moan like a bitch when your poor boyfriend was so upset at you. You knew you had to keep talking, because he still wasn’t moving, and the feeling was enough to drive you mad.

“I love you, Sangwoo, I promise, it’s not-“

But suddenly, he started drawing in and out of you, not slow but not fast either. You let out a gasp of relief, and he smirks behind you.

“Alright, that’s enough outta you. Just take my dick like a good slut. Ohh fuck-“

You squeezed hard and his hips stuttered, pace increasing involuntarily.

He fucked hard into your gummy cunt, and you dripped down onto his balls. Eyes rolling back, he let out a string of grunts right next to your ear, making you shudder.

“See how I got you?” he said breathlessly, gripping the fat of your waist so hard it will probably bruise. The feeling of his breath against your neck made your stomach flip.

“This is just how I was fucking her,” and he drove into you again, grunting.

“I’m fucking you just like I was fucking her.”

You can only whine in response, something he takes as dismay. It pleased him.

“She was tighter,” his balls slap on your clit,”Not such a whore.”

Drool is inched past you lips, but you’ve gone limp in his grasp, only able to brace yourself against the wall. You heard him, but you’re unable to think about what he’s saying. You mumbled,”yeah, yeah, yeah”, he likes to be listened to.

“Maybe I should just get rid of you and keep her instead, maybe she’d be more fucking grateful”

Your breath hitched and there’s a sinking feeling in your stomach. You froze, and he laughed.

“That got your attention, didn’t it?”

You whined as his cock ploughed against your insides, cheek mushing against the wall. But that sinking feeling got deeper.

“Shit,” he hissed, his pace slowing,”I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum inside you.”

You hummed, still panting.

That feeling of dread didn’t fade. It didn’t fade when he came inside you, gruff grunting and a punishing grip on your waist. It didn’t fade as he pulled out, let go of you and let you fall to the ground. It didn’t fade as you felt his presence behind you, staring down at the top of your head.

And it didn’t fade as he walked away, back into bed, called you to him like he loved you. Told you that he loved you, kisses your temple.

And as you crawled into his arms, shaken, sweating, Sangwoo smiles. You need him to keep you alive.

You need him.

His hand rested over your chest, he could feel your heart rate. He could feel your fear. And it made him happy.

You were as afraid of losing him as he was of losing you.

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jojikawa · 9 months

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Helooo 🥹 i just read ur sangwoo x killier!reader It was like 😽🤌🏻 *chefs kiss* But!! Can your write one like with a killer!reader but like reader kills him i think that would be very interesting👀 its fine if you ignore this! <333

I love this idea! I could see this happening! This was supposed to be the original idea but I knew I couldn’t kill Sangwoo, so I turned it into a mini series. I’m glad you enjoy it 🥺❤️

𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑰 𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑰 𝑫𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑰

All you wanted in life was to feel something. You lived life so far removed from everyone in your life and unfortunately, your parents never understood. As a child, you never received any help for your lack of emotional expression. It was just treated as you being ungrateful and bitter. If only you got the help you needed.

These feelings of apathy festered and your desire to feel raw emotion became more and more greater, forming a burning passion. A passion that would blacken the skin of your victims, making you smile as their flesh melted from their skin. You didn’t know what love was but you wanted it so badly. To be close to someone.

You consumed so much media that would sell you a false sense of what finding love was like and it rotted your developing brain. Despite not being in any relationships, you watched videos on how to replicate love, almost like it was training for a job. You had to be ready to love. You had to.

And one day, your world was turned upside down.

You enrolled in college in Korea. You enjoyed the culture and felt better continuing your pursuit of love far away from your place of origin. That was romantic…right? Was that romance?

In school, you met a man. The first person to give you attention. You remembered the days you spent browsing the internet and reading iterations of love you couldn’t experience.

Oh Sangwoo.

That was his name. His words made your stomach burn with delight. Your face would heat up at his subtle touch and how he would treat your pretty skin. He made you feel small and protected when you never even needed it. This was love, right?

Yes, this was love.

On the boy’s end, he thought that you were the perfect victim for his needs. You were different from most girls. Your experiences with love and men were extremely limited. He enjoyed the idea of a pure girl with little to no connections, in a country she’s not native to with a man he could easily take her and no one would know. No one would care, actually. He knew this because he knew people.

Or, he thought he knew people.

You were just…different. He believed all women to be the same. To be like his mother…but you weren’t. You didn’t lie to him. He told you how it was. You barely knew him but you accepted him for what he was. You never pestered him when he would lie to you about the girls he was killing. You were an expert at pleasing a man as well. He’s never met a woman who’s felt as good as you. Not a woman who could take his cock so well. He was supposed to kill you but every time the day would come, the feeling would disappear. You were so small compared to him. It would only take a second to drive a knife into your neck, a second to get on top of you and close your throat with his bare hands and another second to completely dismember you and hide you in the woods.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t kill you.

You filled a void of too much he was missing. Life was so perfect because of you. The two of you did everything together and he still had time to kill those when he felt like it. That changed when you moved in as well. He wanted to keep things pure. He wanted you to love him as the person he presented himself as and never his real self. He stopped killing women.

Then Yoon Bum showed up. It reignited his hate for those beneath him. Sangwoo imprisoned Yoon Bum as punishment. The last person he killed would be a man.

You didn’t know of Yoon Bum. Sangwoo did a good job at hiding it, though, the feelings you held didn’t change. That was his first and only mistake. Today was the day.

Sangwoo held you close. He got home from a day at the restaurant, waiting tables and missing you so damn much. You greeted him with dinner and your sweet insides before a night of cuddling. He adored how your smaller frame and how hidden it was whenever you wore one of his oversized shirts. They almost fit you like dresses but you looked way more charming. No bra or panties underneath. It was a pleasant surprise every time he got ahold of you. That’s when it happened.

Sangwoo awoke in the middle of the night. You weren’t in his arms, so he went to look for you. You couldn’t have gone far and you didn’t. He found you in the kitchen. It was dark and when he reached to flip the light on, it didn’t work.

“What are you doing up so late?” The man asked you, his groggy voice invading your ears. You didn’t expect him to wake but this was fine. “I was just hungry. I can’t find any snacks, though. We should go shopping soon.” You smiled sweetly, hands behind your back. There was nothing in the room illuminating you but he could still tell you were smiling. “Sure, I’ll buy you whatever you want.” He replied, making his way over to you. He held you tight as he took in the scent you always wore. It was faint but he still loved it all the same.

“Whatever I want?” You repeated. He noticed that you didn’t return his embrace. “Yes, whatever you want, because I love you.”

“You love me?”

“Yes.”

“I…I love you too.”

It was at that moment that Sangwoo felt a sharp pain in his stomach. You suddenly became heavier as you leaned against him…or was his body just growing weaker? He let go of you, immediately falling to the floor. He’s never felt pain like this before.

As he fell to the ground, he saw the blood coating your shirt. His eyes finally adjusted to the dark. You held a kitchen knife in your hand. You dropped to your knees, scooting over towards him before plunging it in and out of his abdomen. He was your perfect victim. A man like him, murdered by a woman. The woman he loved. You proved everything right that you felt about love but no one else could have that. Not even the world.

“I love you, Oh Sangwoo! I love you too! I love you so, so much!”

So the world wouldn’t have him.

You turned his body into a beautiful flower. The man resisted as best as he could but you hit his vital organs very fast. The strength left his body as he began to go limp. He was losing blood too fast to do anything to you. It didn’t help that he always viewed you as weak. He never believed that you were capable of such things.

Killed. In the dark. By someone smaller than him.

Now, it was time for the rat.

“Bum~?”

The young man heard his name called through the door. He had been staying in the basement as he always had but it was very unheard of for you to talk to him like that. He knew you despised him.

Bum didn’t answer you. The pit of anxiety forming in his abdomen was growing ever more present. If he had any strength, he would hold the door shut but—

knock knock knock

“You don’t mind if I come in there do you?”

Your muffled voice held no anger; just a slight eagerness. It sounded as if you wanted to show him something. Bum was easy. He wanted to be scared of you but Sangwoo was someone he was always afraid of, but he loved him…even if there was never anything between them.

“What am I saying…?” You laughed quietly. “Of course I can come in.”

You entered the basement on your own. Bum was able to get a look at you, as the lights in the living area were now on and shining down into the basement. You were covered in blood, your hair was messy and you had visible bruising on your face and limbs. Sangwoo must’ve put up a fight in his last moments…

His stomach turned when he saw that your face had no remorse. Only your lips were curved into a sweet smile with your eyes wide like saucers.

“I’m sorry about Oh Sangwoo.” You uttered, almost robotically. “I know what he did to you.” You slowly walked over to him before planting yourself on the moist ground beside him.

“Wh-Why? Didn’t y-you love him?” He peeped, refusing to make eye contact with you. Your head snapped over to him. “Of course, I did. I love my Sangwoo. My Oh Sangwoo. The thing is…”

Bum gulped. “What…?”

“…did you love him too?”

He immediately began to shake his head. “No! No! I promise I didn’t.”

“Oh…” You sighed as your smile fell. Your eyes became half lidded and you began to blink slowly. Bum sighed too. It was a sigh of relief. His heart was pounding.

Slice!

“AAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGH!”

“Why do you lie, Yoon Bum?” You asked calmly. You ignored his continuous screaming as you went on. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t love my Oh Sangwoo. He was an idiot sometimes, but he was honest with me…he told me who you were, why you’re here…and how he caught you.”

Your hand twitched with anger as you plunged the knife deeper into Yoon Bum’s abdomen.

“My Sangwoo would never love a lowly being like you. You are lying scum.”

You turned Bum into a flower too. It wasn’t as pretty or fun as Oh Sangwoo but it was necessary.

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secretsuitcasefanskeleton · 5 months

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My neighbor Sangwoo

Sangwoo x Reader

Warnings: Sangwoo is a warning himself, but no smut if that's what you're worried about! Though I can make one with smut! MINORS DNI

"Don't you think us being seen together is gonna cause problems?"

"What? You really think I care about that?" Sangwoo said, quirking a smug eyebrow. Hands held in big pockets while towering over you. Closer than you were comfortable with, as your back was pressed against his driver side door.

You didn't know how you found yourself in this position. One minute, you were leaving your small two bedroom house for the bus stop, with your neighbor Sangwoo following you down the road with his grey car, tailing slowly right next to you. Pestering to give you a ride to your shared campus, like some creep.

And the next, you were here. Backed onto the side of his car door, on said campus grounds.

You smacked your teeth while looking away, trying to hide your face in the confines of your hoodie.

"C'mon. I thought you were supposed to be this cool, cold-blooded chick who'd never care what people think?"

You shoved your hands in your pockets, still looking away from his cocky smirk. Of course, you cared what people think. Especially with your livelihood involved.

"It's not about that. I can walk myself to class, you know." You said, slightly irritated. He promised to leave you alone after the ride, and yet here he was pestering you for more. Attention? Reaction? Who knew? It was funny to you, really. He was the one who was kind enough to drive you with him to your classes, and yet he's offered you a lot of things as if you had done him the favors.

Him walking you to class was the last straw, though. The one thing you could do without were rumors, and the people of Korea loved to talk.

Surely, he couldn't be this oblivious.

"You don't want to be seen with me." You stated calmly. Warm breath flowing out into the cold air.

"Look at us. We're two completely different people. I'll just make you look bad."

It wasn't a lie. You were both total opposites, and you were far from what Sangwoo would consider his type. Why was he so persistent in keeping up with you? He couldn't say. He didn't know if he found you worthy of a kill yet either, and he definitely wasn't trying to have a quick fuck.

So why?

"Do yourself a favor, quit hanging on my arm."

Your voice cut into his internal thoughts.

What?

He was starting to get pissed. Who did you think you were? Giving him orders. Especially like that.

Sangwoo did what he wanted when he wanted no matter how unconventional, whether people knew about it or not.

He waited for you to add on, though. Smirk decreasing ever so slowly, as your words processed in his mind. Dark and gloomy eyes following your every movement.

"At least think about me. You're the most wanted and respected guy on this campus. The girls will be giving me a hard time, while the guys are gonna assume the worst, I can only imagine what would happen to you viewed in the same light."

You smiled while looking up at him, hands still in pockets.

"No offense, but I can never seem to catch a break with the people of Korea." You said jokingly. Your Korean coming out perfectly with a slight accent.

How ironic.

You were a foreign loser with no breathtaking attributes. You were the same as everyone else, and yet you were no one. Possibly worse. Even he knew it.

You began to walk off without another word, hands balled up to fists in your pockets as you felt your throat start to burn and vision blur with unwanted liquid.

Fuckin' grief. Not now. Not in front of him. You didn't know why you were getting so worked up anyway. It's not like you liked him. Not even in the slightest.

Must have been the weather.

Somewhere in between, rough and gentle, were you immediately pulled back by your arm, hands still in pockets as you were gently slammed back into the car door. Sangwoo's hand still gripping the top of your arm. Thankfully, the threat of tears had stopped by then.

"Your dress attire may be hot garbage, along with your pessimistic attitude--but to me, I've never met anyone more worth it."

Is what he wanted to say. Is what he could have said.

Sangwoo has never ever been cowardly when it came to spewing out false compliments. Especially towards women.

But you were different, and these compliments were not false.

You did all things opposite from the women he would take home and dissect.

You were considerate, but not so much where you'd disregard yourself. You were funny without even trying. You found no reason in speaking if there was nothing to speak on, enjoying the slience any chance you got. Someone he related to, and to top it all off,

You were the only girl on this dammed campus that didn't want him. Romantically or platoniclly.

And for some reason, some odd, specific reason, he loved it.

He didn't want to admit it, but you were the most interestingly beautiful living thing he's ever wanted to be around and not kill.

Going out of his way, any chance he got to be near you to annoy you. To make you laugh. To piss you off, but not so much to where he'd hurt your feelings.

That's how he knew he was truly wiped for your attention. Sangwoo was the king of hurt. Feelings. Emotional. physical. Mental. It's what he did. But when it came to you, he couldn't find one violent bone in his body. As cliche as it sounds, you take those bad thoughts away.

It was in the movies, the romance novels, the TV shows. Sangwoo witnessed it all. There is always that special someone for everyone who took it all away. Made it better, but never did he believe it. He laughed at the idea. Someone for everyone? His ass.

He never thought meeting someone who did that for him would be possible.

To him, you were like a breath of fresh air in a sea--no, swamp of men and women who all had the same stench.

He couldn't say that these feelings he harbored were romantic, but he wouldn't mind it. Then again, how would he know? He's never had a crush or a true friend.

Would it hurt if you were both, though?

You're staring up at Sangwoo surprisingly. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and eyes blown wide as his right-handed grip on your upper right arm never loosened.

Whatever he was thinking about had him lost in thought as his eyes never broke away from yours. Slight blush on his face, but you chopped it up to the cold weather.

You began to speak, ready to tell him to let you go, but he beat you to it.

"Man, you're a pain in my ass. Quit saying retarded stuff, and let's get to our classes."

He said tiresomely. Yanking your arm slightly forward while he walked. Pulling you close to his side, as he threw his arm around your shoulders after pushing down the hoodie that obscured your face, much to your refusal.

Now, the whole world could see who he was walking with, and anyone who had anything to say could choose to speak then and forever hold their busted jaw in pieces.

Thanks for the read! First time posting fanfic on Tumblr!

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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 (𝟏𝟖+)

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[ PAIRING ] Sangwoo Oh x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I'm sorry. [ SYNOPSIS ] Desperate for guidance you turn to your parish's beloved priest. [ WORD COUNT ] 5.2k [ CONTENT ] DARK CONTENT, modern AU, y/n wears a dress, sacrilege (I sexualize Saint Sebastian among other things), violence, gore, noncon, sadomasochism, oral sex (m + f receiving), facial, vaginal fingering, virginity loss, alcohol, drugging, manipulation, gaslighting, degradation (he calls you a bitch and a slut), strength kink, size kink, creampie, blood, cannibalism, murder.

Mass was the only thing you looked forward to. All week you would anxiously await Sunday morning, unable to sleep. Sitting in the pews, hanging on your priest’s words was the only time you felt even a modicum of joy. It was a sanctuary, a place untainted by the trappings of the world.

The world was cruel and unforgiving, secular and obscene, a temptress. It stirred up the wanton feelings you tried to keep buried. Its lax rules and unrestrained passions marred you, kept you away from God’s shining light. However you never considered yourself wholly devoted to God; your relationship was always on shaky ground. Even as a kid you doubted your place in the church. The darkness lurking inside you convinced you that you weren’t worthy.

Your love of your family trumped your love of Christ. You coveted the riches of your neighbors, their fancy cars and their fashionable yet tasteful clothing. You were lazy, haunted by the illnesses you feigned as a child so you could miss school. You felt envious of your peers. Being a good Catholic came so naturally to them. Why was it such a struggle for you? Why were you cursed to wrestle with Satan?

For the longest time you kept your struggle to yourself. Sometimes you even fantasized about leaving it all behind. God wouldn’t miss a heathen, especially one constantly fighting the disgusting beast inside them. There was no point of keeping up the charade if you were so bad at it.

But that all changed when Father Sangwoo took over your parish. He was young for a priest, maybe a few years older than you at most. You constantly found yourself gazing at him during service. His voice was deep and reassuring. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was an image of perfection, though he did look perpetually sleep deprived. His beauty was enough to make you recommit yourself to the Lord.

This revived fervor came with a new shade of self-loathing. You spent every Saturday night fingering yourself and whimpering his name. Lusting after a priest was unforgivable. But you couldn’t help it; you were insatiable.

This loathed hunger gave you the courage to linger around after mass though, your eyes fixed on Father Sangwoo. You never uttered a word or even approached him. You knew you’d end up saying something stupid. Lurking was the only intimacy you could handle. Having his direct attention would be agonizing. It’d bring you to your knees.

Usually you were content with this arrangement, but sitting in the back of the pews while two women preened him was driving you crazy. One fastened a loose button on his shirt. Another plucked a stray hair off his shoulder. You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palm. They didn’t deserve to touch him.

You were so absorbed by your silent rage you didn’t notice him staring back at you. You flinched as your eyes met his. You tried to get up, but nearly tripped over your own foot. Your face was hot as you escaped, baptized by the crisp morning air.

“We’ll see you next Sunday, Father,” one of the women said in a sing-song voice as she brushed past you.

“We’ll see you next Sunday, Father,” you repeated under your breath mockingly.

A weighty hand grabbed a hold of your shoulder, pulling you out of your hateful haze.

“What was that?” Father Sangwoo asked, freezing you on the spot.

Your nerves got the better of you and you laughed. “It was nothing.”

You turned around to face him. He tilted his head to the side, his concerned look left you feeling exposed. It was as if he could see through you, like he could peel back whatever lies you were desperately trying to craft.

“I was just talking to myself.”

“Well that was obvious. But you didn’t answer my question. What were you saying?” he asked with a smile.

We’ll see you next Sunday, Father. You repeated the words over and over in your head, trying to conjure up a sentence that had a similar ring to it. It was maddening. Nothing came to mind. It was as if you had never spoken in your life.

“I… I said… I was saying—”

“Father!” an old woman shouted as she scurried out of the church. “There’s a bat in there!”

“Not again,” he sighed.

You went to leave but he latched onto your wrist. His grip made your joints pop.

“I’ve noticed you hanging around after service. It has me a little concerned.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh tha—that’s because I’m waiting for my ride.”

“Then why do I always see you walking down to the bus stop?”

“That’s where they get me!” you said, trying to pull your wrist out of his hand.

“That doesn’t explain why you look so miserable all the time.”

“Miserable?” you repeated in a small voice, finally freeing yourself from his grasp.

You felt ill. You always assumed you kept your anguish hidden on Sundays.

“I only noticed because I feel like that more often than not. If you ever need someone to talk to that understands, I’m here for you.”

It sounded strangely rehearsed, like he was acting in a play. But that could have been because speaking to him felt unreal. You never planned on getting this close to him.

“Father! The bat!!” the old woman called out impatiently.

“I’m on it!” He turned his attention back towards you, his gaze gentle. “Why don’t you come by the rectory tonight?”

“Me?”

He nodded. “You deserve my full attention.”

“I do?”

He patted you on the head. “Yes. I want to help you in any way I can. I hate to see any of my children so upset.”

“Fa—”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” he replied, disappearing into the church.

You stood, mouth agape. He had noticed you. This whole time he knew you were hanging around like a kicked puppy, watching him with sad eyes. You felt so exposed. But a part of you was elated. He wanted to be there for you. It was like a dream come true despite the anxiety it agitated.

The day crawled by. You felt like time slowed down to spite you. You paced around, practicing what you were going to say. Making a fool of yourself wasn’t an option. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you messed everything up.

Once the sun began to set you started to get ready. You dug through your closet, desperate to find something cute and modest. You weren’t planning on seducing Father Sangwoo or anything; you just wanted to look your best. You decided your best option was a black denim pinafore dress cut at the knee with a boxy white t-shirt underneath. Not too flashy, but not too matronly.

You took the last bus. It was a risky move, but you planned on asking him to drive you home after your talk. There was no way he’d say no. You’d be stranded without his assistance. Plotting to take advantage of his kindness felt bad, but you were greedy. The more time around him the better.

“Don’t say anything stupid. Don’t say anything stupid,” you chanted on your way up the hill.

Seeing the rectory made your stomach hurt, nerves once again getting the better of you. You stood in front of it for several minutes before you found the brave to knock on his door.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to come,” he said.

The sunset’s warm light made him look angelic. His hair was damp, towel dried by the looks of it. He was dressed incredibly casual in a cozy, chunky sweatshirt and a pair of low hanging sweatpants. You struggled not to stare at the deep, muscular v-cut of his abs.

“You didn’t specify a time so I, uh, just left when it felt night-ish.”

“I said seven o’clock.”

He was lying. You remembered how he proposed. His wording was vague.

“No. You definitely said night.”

The warmth left his eyes, but he maintained his cheery disposition. “I don’t need you telling me what I said.”

You couldn’t imagine why he’d lie about something so benign. Maybe he did say seven and you couldn’t remember. You were pretty on edge during your conversation. It would make sense that your recollection would be tenuous.

You stared at your feet. “I’m sorry, Father.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he let you inside.

The rectory was sparsely decorated. You would never expect a man of God to have lavish material possessions, but Father Sangwoo’s home was barren. There was nothing on the walls except for a wooden crucifix over what you assumed was the door to his bedroom.

It smelled fetid, absolutely reeking of cigarettes. The walls were stained a nauseating yellow. Everything looked worn. You wondered if maybe the furniture was handed down from the previous priest. You tried to not let it phase you, but you couldn’t help but be alarmed by the chef’s knife stabbed into his dining room table. It was sticking straight up, erect in its posture.

“Take a seat.”

His couch sat low to the ground and was woefully uncomfortable. There were cigarette burns in the cushions which you willed yourself to ignore. In front of it was a round wooden table with a dying succulent in the middle.

He took a seat beside you, his body broaching your personal space. “So,” he said. “What’s bothering you?”

“Um. Where do I begin…”

“I don’t know. Maybe the beginning.”

His tone was still sweet, but there was a bite to it. He was probably just trying to be funny, but you didn’t feel familiar enough with him to joke around like that.

“I’ve never felt as close to God as I should.”

“And why is that?”

“I don’t know.” You paused; you couldn’t remember any of the things you had rehearsed earlier. “I’ve never felt good enough. I feel… unworthy. I want to be closer to God, but I don’t deserve it.”

He frowned. “What makes you think you don’t deserve it?”

Your palms were clammy. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“I—uh. It’s like… I just—”

“You need to loosen up,” he interrupted.

You felt ashamed for being so uptight. He looked so bored by you.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” he sighed as he got up.

Your heart was in your throat as he walked past the knife. For a brief moment you had the clearest image of him grabbing it and lunging at you. You felt so guilty when he left it alone.

He came back with two shot glasses and a sizable bottle of soju. He lazily shook the bottle before cracking it open.

“Grab a glass.”

You looked at the shot glasses on the table. One looked dustier than the other. You went to grab the cleaner looking one.

“Not that one.”

You grabbed the other glass. You looked at the bottom of the glass and saw what looked like powder.

“It looks a little dirty,” you said, holding it out.

He glanced at it. “I don’t see anything.”

“Really? It—”

“Do I look like someone that would offer a guest a dirty glass?” he laughed.

You shook your head and watched him fill it. Your cheeks felt hot.

“This is my first time,” you blurted out.

He raised his eyebrows. “Well, I’m the perfect person to break you in.”

You laughed nervously and tried to avert his gaze. It was like having a spotlight on you. The glass felt so heavy in your hands. You weren’t sure how to wield it. You never saw your parents drink alcohol, excluding the Eucharist. There was no point of reference so you knocked it back in one gulp.

It didn’t taste nearly as bad as you were expecting. It was crisp with a faint sweetness. The finish was bitter. You felt like something had coated your mouth. You didn’t like it.

“Impressive,” he said smiling. “Have another.”

You held out your glass and watched him pour you another drink. You drank it just as fast the first time. You were pleased that aftertaste was pleasantly astringent rather than bitter. You went to set your glass down, but he poured you another drink. You didn’t want to be impolite so you accepted it.

“Aren’t you going to have any?”

“I will when you pour me some.”

You wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you said, taking the bottle from him. “I—I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Your hands trembled as you served him. It didn’t help that he was watching you so intently.

“That’s obvious.” He took a sip and set the glass down. “Now tell me why you don’t deserve to be close to God.”

“I’m a bad person. I mean, maybe I’m not. But I feel like I am. I’m jealous of everyone. And nothing makes me happy so I just never do anything… which makes me feel worse. I don’t know. I feel like I’m bad at loving God and cherishing his gifts no matter how hard I try. And—this is so ridiculous—but If I can’t be the best at it, why even bother?”

“That is ridiculous,” he said, pouring you another shot.

“I know. I know. And that’s why I never wa—wanna talk about it. It’s so stupid. It’s not a competition. I tell myself that all the time, but it doesn’t stop me from comparing myself to others. It makes me wanna give up. But I’d feel so lost without the church and the world is so… overwhelming. I get swept up in the temptations. I’m not strong enough. Not strong enough to leave. Not strong enough to survive. I’m stuck.”

“Temptations? Like what exactly?”

You swallowed hard. “Uh. Um. You know… people.”

He poured you another shot. You drank it down happily, but noticed he still hadn’t finished his.

“They’re…” You let out an embarrassed laugh. “I get urges.”

He smirked. “Everyone has those.”

“Do you?”

“I said everyone, didn’t I?”

Your cheeks were on fire. You wanted to bury your face in your hands, but your arms were too heavy.

“What do you do about these urges?” he asked.

“Father, I’m not sure we should talk about that.”

“I can’t help you if you keep things for me.”

“… I don’t act on them. I wanna wait until I’m married. But… sometimes at night I…I can’t. It’s too embarrassing.”

He leaned in. “You touch yourself, don’t you?”

You started feeling woozy. “I know I shouldn’t, but I don’t know what else I’m su—supposed to do.”

“You can always find someone else to do it for you.”

“Isn’t that even worse?” you slurred.

“It depends on the person.”

He put his hand on your thigh. Your head was swimming. Your body felt heavier by the second. It was like you were slowly descending into an abyss. He slipped his hand under your dress. You closed your thighs and cursed the wet spot blossoming between your legs. You didn’t want this. Fantasizing was one thing. Living them out was terrifying. If you fooled around with a priest, you would burn in Hell for eternity.

You tried to brush his hand away. “Don’t.”

“Shssh. Let me help you.”

He lifted up your dress and opened your thighs. You winced as he rubbed the wet patch on your underwear.

“I’m serious. Stop.”

“Don’t be a tease.”

“We’re not allow—”

“Who fucking cares,” he cooed as he forced his hand under your underwear. “Just relax.”

“Father, please.”

He spread apart your folds and slipped his fingers inside you.

“I can’t,” you whimpered, your body tensing up.

He ignored you and rubbed your clit. You hated how good it felt. It made the pain of having his fingers inside you a little bearable, but still the inherent wrongness of it all weighed on you. You tried to keep quiet, but a breathy moan fell from your lips as he applied more pressure.

“Who would you imagine touching you?”

“I don—I don’t wanna say…'' you drawled.

You were losing your grip.

“Quit being a bitch and tell me,” he demanded as he fingered you.

He curled his fingers inside you, grinning as you gasped.

“You.”

He smirked. “Aw. This must be a dream come true then.”

Your body was getting limper by the second. Staying conscious was barely possible. You writhed against the couch as he thrust his fingers deep inside you. You arched your back and rolled your hips against them. You wondered if this was God punishing you for not being devout.

“Look at how easily you’re falling apart.”

You cursed your body for betraying you.

“Don’t. Please,” you begged.

“You think you get to act like a slut and tell me no?”

Tears trickled from the corners of your eyes. You felt like an idiot for crying.

“I’m… I’m s—so sorry, Father.”

“It’s okay.” He wiped away one of your tears. “I forgive you for tempting me.”

He was knuckles deep in your cunt and showed your clit no mercy.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you moaned.

He smirked and pulled you into a kiss. His mouth tasted like cigarettes. You thought about pulling away, but things weren’t so bad now that he couldn’t berate you. It was kind of nice actually. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on his chest. He bit down on your bottom lip before brushing his tongue along the tender skin. You opened your mouth and rolled your tongue against his. You had no idea what you were doing and prayed you were doing a good job.

“Father,” you whimpered. “I don’t feel so good.”

You felt yourself losing consciousness. You could barely keep your eyes open.

“You’re fine,” he said, pressing his lips to your neck. “It’s okay.”

You tried to speak, but all you could do was groan. He sunk his teeth into your neck and you drifted away.

A stinging pain roused you from your daze. You didn’t know where you were or how you ended up there. You could barely open your eyes; it was as if they were glued shut. It was such a simple act, but for some reason it was a herculean effort. Your body felt like lead and your head was throbbing.

You felt a cool breeze against your skin, stronger than a fan or air conditioning. You fought to lift your head, but all you managed to do was roll it slightly to the side, your chin pressing against your chest. You groaned and tried to will yourself out of your haze.

God must have taken pity on you because like clockwork your eyes sprung open. Unfortunately what roused you was the sting of something penetrating your ribs. It was the kind of pain that came on sharp and fast, and radiated through your body.

You groaned and tried to focus. The world was a blur, the light blinding. You were freezing and sore. You tried to swat away whatever had penetrated you, but your arms were bent back and tied at the wrists. All you could do was writhe.

You looked down and saw your body, unclothed and bruised. You choked on your breath when you noticed two wooden arrows jutting out of your thigh. Your stomach was in your throat. You could barely shriek as another arrow whizzed past your ear.

“Whoops.” It was a low voice, eerily familiar. “Don’t move around so much.”

The saccharine tone made you sick. Spit pooled in your mouth. You finally found the strength to lift your head. Your eyes met his. You recognized him. No, you knew him.

“Good morning,” Father Sangwoo said, shooting another arrow at you. It pierced the soft skin of your underarm.

“STOP!” you screamed. “What are you doing?!”

Stomach acid inched up the back of your throat.

He smiled. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You spat at the ground before shaking your head. You couldn’t make sense of anything. The muscles in your shoulders felt like they were on fire. You must’ve been tied up for hours.

You turned your head to the right and saw a dense forest of red pines.

You inhaled sharply. “Why ar—”

He sighed and set his bow down gently. His looming figure made his way over, dread pooling in your stomach. His steps were slow and deliberate. His lips curled into a smirk. He grabbed you by the hair and forced you to look at him.

“Why all the dumb questions?”

“M—my rib—”

He glanced at the arrow sticking out of your ribs. “What about them?”

“Hurts,” you choked out through gritted teeth.

“C’mon. It didn’t even go in that deep.”

He yanked it out. A stream of warm blood flowed from the wound. All you could do was shriek.

“Yell all you want,” he said, licking your blood off the tip. “It’s not like anyone’s around to hear you.”

You decided to take a chance and kept screaming. Your voice cracked as you called out for help. At first he seemed amused, but his expression soon changed to one of disgust and boredom.

“Are you done? Did you get it out of your system?”

You let out one last anguished cry before settling down. Your throat ached.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset. You agreed to this last night.”

You sniffled. “I would never agree to something like this.”

He laughed. “Oh, really? You told me I could while I was filling your ass with my cum. Or at least I think you did. You were saying a lot of weird shit.”

“You’re lying!”

“So what if I am? It’s not like me telling the truth is going to help you.”

His cock was hard, fighting against the cloth of his sweatpants. You started to sob.

“Please just let me go.”

“Why would I do that? You’re my little crybaby.”

“I won’t tell anyone. I won’t say anything,” you pleaded.

You clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth. You desperately tried to ignore the searing pain of the arrows.

“That’s very kind of you, but I’m not letting you go.”

You fought against the rope tying you to the tree. You wanted to kick his teeth in. Your fear had mutated into a fury like no other.

“Let. Me. Go.”

“Alright. I’ll let you go.”

He quickly untied your arms. The relief was immense. You could have sworn angels were singing as your shoulders finally relaxed. As you sunk down into the ground he pulled out his erect cock.

“But you gotta suck me off first.”

You immediately opened your mouth. You’d do anything to get out of there.

“Good girl,” he said, stroking his shaft.

It was long and veiny, the slit dripping precum. He guided it into your mouth, groaning as you struggled to take it in. Tears ran down your cheeks and you choked.

“Breathe through your nose.”

You heeded his advice and it helped a little. You were too weak to bob your head so he held the base of your skull and gently thrusted against it. Anytime his cock slipped down your throat you gagged. He looked so smug as he stared down at you, grinning as you struggled to suck.

“You’re so pathetic,” he said as he rutted against your face. “You’re lucky you’re cute or else it’d be annoying.”

You whimpered.

“Is it too much for you?”

He pushed you off of his cock. A thin string of drool clung to it, connecting your mouth to his tip.

“Mhm,” you answered feebly.

“Really? Do you wanna stop?”

“Yes.”

“Ah, I see. So you’re rejecting me? That doesn’t make me feel good considering I listened to you bitch about your life last night. You should be kinder to your host. Didn’t your family teach you any manners?”

“I—But you said you were going to help—”

He laughed. “What is it with you and telling me what I said? You keep doing that and I’m gonna have to bash your skull in.”

Your eyes were so wide you thought they were going to fall out of your head. You refused to believe this was happening. You pretended like you were anywhere else. You tried to ignore the cold breeze pricking your skin, the blood drying on your body, how exposed you felt, and most of all you tried to ignore Father Sangwoo.

“Don’t look so scared.”

You shut your eyes and thought about your warm bed. Your cat was probably curled up at the foot of it, waiting for you to come home and feed him. All it did was make you cry harder. You should have kissed his little forehead before you left. But you were in such a rush, too eager to meet up with the Devil himself.

“Hey.” He kicked you with his bare foot. “Listen to me when I’m talking to you.”

“What?” you sniffled.

“You look terrified. You should smile.”

Your expression didn’t change.

“Do you wanna live?”

You nodded.

“Then smile!” he cheered.

You grimaced.

“Perfect,” he said as he jerked off.

You sat there, grinning like an idiot and trying to ignore the immense pain you were in. He looked down at you with a predator’s gaze, teeth biting into his bottom lip. His breathing grew shallow and he tossed his head back as his cum splattered against your face.

“Do you feel blessed?” You didn’t, so you chose not to answer and kept smiling. He kicked you again. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Good girl,” he said. “You look cold. I think you’ve earned going inside.”

He took his time pulling the arrows out of you, talking about how badly he wanted to fill your wounds with his cum. He assured you he was kidding, but gave you absolutely no reason to believe him. How could trust someone so duplicitous?

He carried you like a bride through the red pines. He did it with such ease; it made your heart flutter. You were still terrified, but you clung to him. You imagined you were in the arms of someone else, someone that wouldn’t call you names and maim you.

“How much further?” you asked. The forest seemed to have no end.

“I wouldn’t be in a rush if I were you.”

“I’m ju—just really cold.”

He kissed your cheek and assured you it wouldn’t be much longer.

When you reached the grounds, he went in the opposite direction of the rectory.

“Why—”

“Don’t worry about it.”

The church wasn’t much warmer than outside. You actually felt less comfortable. You knew you were going to Hell. There was no escaping your fate at this point. You buried your face in his neck.

He laid you down on the altar. A clear plastic tarp was draped over it. It stuck to your grimy, bloody skin. You attempted to cover your chest with your aching arms.

“I don’t know why you’re trying to be modest now,” he said as he got undressed. “I’ve already seen everything.”

“Not in here,” you said weakly.

He rolled his eyes and spread apart your legs. He positioned himself between them and ran his tongue down your folds. Your toes curled as he kissed your clit. His gaze never left yours. He took in every whimper and moan that fell from your lips. You found yourself enjoying the bliss of his kiss and the pain radiating from your wounds.

“Father,” you mewled as you ran your fingers through his hair.

It was so soft. You twirled a strand between your fingers as he feasted on your dripping cunt. You rolled your hips against his face, surrendering yourself to euphoria. He kissed the inside of your thigh before biting into your tender flesh. You winced as he applied more and more pressure. His teeth broke through your skin. You tried to push him away, but you were too weak.

The pain was indescribable. You would have rather he shot you with more arrows. His teeth dug further into your thigh and he pulled away with your flesh between his teeth. Blood poured from the newfound wound.

You watched in horror as he swallowed. You looked at your thigh and shrieked when you saw the chunk he took out of you.

“What?” he asked as he lapped at the blood spilling out.

You tried to get up but he held you in place.

“Please stop! I’ll do anything!”

He ignored you and bit down on another part of your thigh.

“Just let me go! I won’t say anything! You’ll never see me again! I’ll leave you alone! I promise! I swear to God!”

He ripped off another piece of flesh. Your blood covered the bottom half of his face. He looked like a wild animal. He crawled back on top of you, his face unbearably close to yours.

“You should be honored,” he cooed.

You tried to wriggle away from him, but he was too strong.

“I usually don’t do this, but fuck. You’re so pure. I need you to be a part of me.”

All you could do was weep.

“Hush. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay,” he consoled as he forced his cock inside you. “Jesus Christ, you’re so tight.”

He began to thrust. He clenched his jaw and rutted against your limp body. You watched as his cheeks turned pink and his brows knitted together in rapturous agony.

“I couldn’t throw you away like the others. You’re such a precious, little thing.” He kissed you. “I needed more time with you. I thought about snapping your neck last night, but that would’ve been such a waste. You deserve better.”

You felt so small underneath him.

“Fuck! If I could keep you I would, but that’d be too complicated.”

“So yo—you’ll let me go?”

“Huh?” He moaned as his cock hit your cervix.

“After this… you’ll let me go home?”

He burst out into laughter. “What? Are you a fucking idiot? Of course I’m not letting you go home.”

“Then please keep me! I won’t cause you any problems! I won’t say anything to anyone! I’ll do whatever you want! Just please don’t kill me! I don’t wanna die!”

“Wouldn’t death be better than being miserable all the time?” he asked, stroking your cheek. “Think about it. It would solve all your problems.”

“No, it wouldn’t! I don’t wanna give up. Please just let me live.”

“I’ve already made up my mind. I’m sorry,” he said. “It’ll be okay. Your death won’t be in vain or anything.” He picked up the pace. It felt like his cock was going to split you in two. “I promise I’ll put your body to good use.”

“Father—”

“Shut up,” he said, covering your mouth. “I’m gonna come.”

He filled your cunt to the brim with his cum. He held your body close to him and pressed his forehead against yours. You lost all hope. There was no escape. You had completely resigned yourself to your fate. All you could do was hope his hand would be swift, and you wouldn’t suffer much.

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WIP w h e n e v e r

Thanks for the tag @gaeadene! I could just wait for Wednesday, but if anyone's expecting patience from me you're expecting far too much 💗 I might cut this part from Twisted ch.7 so wanted to share it before it possibly hits the bin

His eyes remained voids, lingering darkness that lacked for everything and nothing, that longed for everything and nothing, demanded it.

Everything and nothing. That’s what the man before you appeared in want of. What the monster inside him seemed to crave.

Everything and nothing. How to give such a thing, such an impossible thing – never, and all at once?

No matter what vulnerable layers you peeled back, what you reached inside to dislodge, to rend apart, to bleed forth for him – no matter what you gave, you were beginning to fear it would be too much and never enough.

Perhaps that’s why he asked it. The impossible, the incomprehensible, the reprehensible. To stir whatever madness in its wake. To bask in it; his playground, his home, his stage.

Tagging anyone who wants to share what they're working on! pls tag me so I can have a peek! 💗

#wip wednesday #oh sangwoo #twisted #killing stalking #oh sangwoo x reader #and no it is not wednesday my dudes lol

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 ⎹ 𝓢.𝓞.

❝ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ⤻ killing stalking / kinktober 2022 / @dollsanime-library

❝ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ⤻ sangwoo oh x hostage!reader ( f! )

❝ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ⤻ nsfw! none of my writings are meant for anyone under the age of 18, and any minors interacting will be blocked on site.

❝ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ⤻ this is a dark fic. suggested kidnapping, if you know sangwoo then you know how toxic he is, forced freebleeding, humiliation & degradation, noncon, fingering, period smut, lots and lots of blood play & graphic descriptions of blood, masturbation ( him ), face fucking ( and not the way you think ), name calling ( bitch, mostly ), facial

❝ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ⤻ 1.9k / mini musing

❝ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ⤻ i do not consent to having my work reposted / translated / stolen in any capacity for any reason. please reblog and leave a comment to support content creators! my work is very rarely proof read so mistakes may be present. all characters / pairings i write for are 18+ with no exceptions.

“Made another fucking mess?”

you yelp in surprise— you hadn’t heard Sangwoo come in. sitting on your knees in the laundry room, you scramble, nervously, to stuff the crimson stained sheet into the machine before he stomped inside, heart pounding hard in your chest. “Y—you scared me,” you stammered, attempting to redirect his attention away from the laundry, “you’re home earl—“

“You bleed all over the bed again?” he scoffs, shoving both hands into his pockets, glaring down at you. there was so much hatred in his eyes— or was it hunger?— as he looked you over, and then glanced at the machine. “Do you want to get kicked back down to the floor again?” you shake your head, opening your mouth to speak, but he steps forward, squats down, and grabs you by your face, pressing his thumb and forefinger into the supple flesh of your cheeks. you whimper and cower in submission, falling back on to your bum on the floor with your back flat against the washer door and his eyes narrow. “No? You want to keep being my little lapdog?”

“Y—yes.” no. not at all. you wanted to go home; you wanted to run as far and fast away from your captor as your legs would take you, but you knew he might just slice your tongue in half if you ever said that to him. so, you played your part. “P—please let me sleep in the bed… I like when you hold me…” pouring honey in your tone, you plead with him, but he only squeezes your cheeks tighter, “I’ll be more careful!” you yip, clenching fists against the wooden floor. your nails scrape against it, splintering micro shards. “I— I— won’t bleed on the sheets anymore, I promise!” but how could you help it? Sangwoo had shredded every pair of panties he bought you, and then berated you when he had to buy more, until finally, he grew tired of it and stopped buying them. you’d tried to wear the destroyed pairs, but it only angered him. i decide what you can and can’t cover, he’d said as he threw them all away, don’t forget that pussy is mine.

what Sangwoo said was law— you’d come to terms with that.

however, trying to control the blood when you weren’t even allowed underwear, but if it would make Sangwoo stop hurting you in this moment, you’d say whatever he wanted to hear.

Sangwoo wasn’t convinced, or he didn’t care, because he was still just staring at you.

the silence was deafening.

“Sangwoo—“

“Spread your legs.”

your eyes widened at the request, knees turning inwards, trying to close even tighter, but his free hand and one knee were already prying them apart, jamming in the gap to keep them open. you blush, madly. even though your skirt draped between your open thighs, you knew they must’ve been streaked, faintly, with drying blood. Sangwoo’s eyeline falls to them, and then he wrenches the skirt out of the way, ruffling it up on to your lap and you flinch— expecting some certain cruelty. “Are you ashamed of yourself?”

nodding, you nibble on your lip. could you help it? no. but, did Sangwoo have a way that made you feel two feet tall, disgusting, and utterly pathetic? of course he did.

“Let’s see.” he mumbles, before he releases your thigh and clamps his hand over your sex. you choke on a surprised cry when both fingers hook into you, curling fiercely, pumping knuckle deep inside you. Sangwoo’s jaw tightens, his brows furrowing, “That’s not shame that I feel in that cunt,” he growls leaning closer, and you bite your tongue to force the moans to the back of your throat, closing your eyes tightly. snorting through your nostrils, you try to stay as quiet as possible, but it was so damn hard when he was fucking you so rough with his fingers. “That’s lust, isn’t it?”

you shake your head, but you can’t avoid the avid clenching around his knuckles as your walls spasm.

“Shameless and a little, fucking liar.” he spits, using the grip on your face to shove your head back against the washer. the contact is solid, and you see stars behind your lids for a solid second as the base of your scalp stings, and you exhale, your eyelids flittering. “You should feel filthy, you know? Instead, you’re moaning like a bitch in heat while you bleed all over my nice, clean floor.”

“I—I’m sorry!” you whine, but it comes out garbled and broken.

finally, after several more, brutal thrusts, he wrenches his fingers free and you jerk at the sudden emptiness, cringing when you feel more rubies drip on to the floor under you. you’re already panting, eyelashes wet with what would’ve been tears had he tortured you any longer, and you squint as you look up at him once you notice he hadn’t spoken in a moment or two.

what you see truly turns your stomach.

his hand is soaked in crimson, smeared and sparkling from the tips of his fingers to the base of his wrist, and he’s just staring at it, expression unreadable. he’s stood up now, feet flat on the floor in front of you.

“I—I—“ but you didn’t know what to say. should you apologize again? should you say nothing?

the corners of his lip twitch, etching them upwards in a sleazy smirk. “So disgusting—“ but he moaned it, a breathy and husky utterance, and he releases your face to shove his clean hand into his sweatpants, fishing his cock out. your face was sore, and your head was throbbing. when he pulls his manhood free from its fabric confines, you see just how hard he is, and you feel your stomach flip. he could be absolutely cruel when he fucked you, and you didn’t know if you had it in you today— your body might simply give out. the bloody extremity lingers closer to his face, and he tilts his head slowly from one side to the other, examining the webs that drew taut when he spread the soaked digits. but, he was doing something else, too. inhaling, deep. smelling you. taking in the scent of your blood on his fingers. he brings them even closer, his tongue lazing out to drag along his bottom lip. “Heh…” he exhales.

for a moment, you stared, frozen, expecting him to lap at the blood, but he doesn’t. he wraps his bloody fist around the base of his cock and drags it, slowly, up to the tip, squeezing hard as he goes. he groans, blissful, smearing cerise over his sex. “Ahh…” you bite your lip, trying not to stare.

but Sangwoo smirks, arching a brow as he strokes himself, “Doesn’t my cock look so good covered in your blood, bitch?”

you don’t want to see it, and you force yourself to avert your gaze, staring at the wall with your cheeks on fire.

Sangwoo grits his teeth, patience as thin as ever, and grabs a fistful of your hair at the crown of your head with his free hand and uses the grip to drag you forward, “Watch me.” he snarls. you wince, following close to his fist to avoid any painful snatching, and obediently open your eyes. you’re much closer now, face only inches from the swollen head, and he chuckles, raspy, when your eyes widened. he’s slathered your blood over every inch, and is furiously fucking the red fist, hips pistoning in a rhythm you recognize all too well— mercilessly Sangwoo. “Your pussy’s nice as slippery when you bleed like this, bet even my big cock would just slide right in,” he grunts , staring down his torso at you. “Maybe I should pound it out, but I think I might drown in it— fuck.” his jaw tightens, as does the grip on your hair, and you bend to him, inching on your knees to get even closer; just as long as he stopped pulling on your scalp. “Eager, aren’t you, whore? Why don’t you get a closer look?”

with that, Sangwoo guides his length to drape it over your countenance. his warmth always astounded you; for someone so cold, his blood was always boiling. what’s worse is that you can smell yourself on him. sealing your lips tight and closing one eye, you stare up at him with the other, and see just how wickedly he’s smirking. “Feel that?” he mutters, clamping his hand against his cock, creating a canal against your face, “How fucking hard I am right now?” you nod, and his hips start to rock. he was right; his cock was solid and pulsating with a primal need that could only be bloodlust. smearing his manhood over your face, it slides between that and his palm— before long, he’s adapted that same, familiar and cruel pace. “I’ve never been this fucking hard before,” he’s starting to pant— on the brink of an orgasm, you knew, “you did this, you know. The smell of your blood, hng, the feeling of it on my fingers…” Sangwoo tilted his head back, mouth hanging open as he bucked his hips, chasing his high, “This feels so fucking good, so intense.”

your hands were on your thighs, digging your own nails into your skin to keep from pulling away from him, even as he came undone and drizzled warm release over your visage. the musky scent of his cum cocktailing with your blood was enough to make you dizzy. you close your eyes and let him guide your head by the tight vice on your roots, rubbing his cock against it until he was spent and panting, before he shoved you back with a satisfied groan. “Fucking hell.” he said after a moment, pressing his palms on the top of the washer and leaning forward against it to catch his breath. “I think I’m going to have to make you bleed for me more often.” he takes a moment, getting his breath under control, before he gave the top of your head a rough pat, which you cowered beneath. “Clean up your mess and get those sheets washed, they better not stain or I’ll tie them in knots around your neck.” you flinch, but nod obediently, finally opening your eyes again. his release was already getting tacky with the blood on your cheeks, and you swallow hard around the lump in your throat, watching him swagger out into the hall. “And hurry up, I’m starving.”

#oh sangwoo #sangwoo x reader #sangwoo x you #sangwoo smut #oh sangwoo smut #killing stalking #killing stalking x reader #killing stalking x you #killing stalking smut #sangwoo oh #oh sangwoo x reader #oh sangwoo x you

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bvkynpark · 1 year

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NEED HELP

Guys, I read this Killing Stalking wattpad fanfiction a long time ago and it was so good. It was written so well but now I can't find it. I forgot the title and the author of it, please help me look for it.

It is an x reader fic.

Here are the most notable moments I remember.

1) The reader is described as skinny to the point of being starved. She is very quiet

2) Sangwoo was r @ P!ng a character in the manhwa, he hid the reader, in a cabinet. But later on, he checks in on her and opens it and gives her some gummy bears.

3) Sangwoo always forbid her from going upstairs.

4) Pushed her down the basement and hit her head.

5) Sangwoo also kidnaps Bum here.

6) They went on a trip to bury the body. Sangwoo left the reader in the grocery aisle and someone approached her. She wanted to ask for help but she was too scared. Sangwoo got mad at her.

7) It was snowing. Sangwoo told her to stay in the car. She was getting anxious and worried about him, got out of the car, he got mad at her again.

8) There was a smut where they stayed at the hotel. He even teaches her to how to give a bl0wj0b.

#killing stalking #oh sangwoo #oh sangwoo x reader #need help looking for a wattpad fanfiction #looking for a killing stalking fanfiction

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fantasyfairysworld · 4 months

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Now that I started to get into writing i know how you all feel while writing smut 🫣

Ps I didn’t plan on writing smut it just happened…

#fanfic #oh sangwoo x reader #writing #killing stalking #oh sangwoo #smut

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lily-radiance · 2 years

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Disgusting Disarray Chapter 6

Sangwoo Oh x Police Female Reader

"Let's retrace your steps from that night, to keep all the facts in order," an officer from a different department asks for what feels like the millionth time.

You know the tactics officers use to trick, prod, and contort those they want information from. Sometimes they were nice enough to give you time to think, but it wasn't often. They usually tried to focus on one piece of information for a prolonged period of time, then jump to another, and back again.

"I have told you everything I know and remember from that night! Why can't you see that nothing has changed in the last hour and a half!"

What time of night was it?

Late, sometime past ten or eleven.

Where were you running to at that time of night?

I wasn't running I was taking a walk to clear my head.

What were the bruises?

"Just bruises from work, that's all."

Why were you staying at your best friend's house for weeks on end when you had a perfectly nice apartment in a wealthier part of town?

"I hadn't seen him in a while and wanted to stop by when the murders started happening. Not to mention he lives in a pretty rough neighborhood, and I wanted to make sure he was okay."

What was your relationship to Yura Tachibana?

"We're friends and coworkers, nothing more than that."

With every question you could feel pieces of yourself falling away. You weren't only lying to these strangers, but also obstructing justice. You knew that every shard of evidence mattered, but it felt better to hide and protect yourself from whatever claims they may produce.

Yura and Seungbae would hear these lies from the recording and read them in documents later. They would hear your voice tossing their names aside, desperately trying to lay down your own rules and boundaries. You would say that Yura meant nothing to you besides being your partner and friend while Seungbae continued to be a thorn in your side.

Once the peanut gallery had left the room you allowed yourself to relax against the stuff mattress. Never in your life had you felt so exhausted just from a conversation between peers. Why was this taking such a toll on your drive? On your passion?

You want to phase out of your consciousness, to forget what it means to be in the moment. Would it be so bad if you weren't fighting tooth and nail to stay afloat? It feels like you might finally get your wish before the door opens and reality comes crashing down.

"Miss (l/n), I'm Emma, and I'll be one of your nurses over the course of your treatment."

She's not much younger than you, but it's obvious that the struggles of life have not dawned on her chipper personality. How could someone be so perky while staring at the victim of a gunshot wound? How could someone be so morbid while trying to get better?

"I'm sorry to ask this of you especially after all those questions but I need to change your bandages. Is that alright with you Miss?"

You pull your body back up so that you are in an upright sitting position with your legs swung over the side of the bed. The door clicks as the lock is turned and the blinds are closed shortly after. There's this sense of paranoia, of guilt at the idea of another pair of hands on your body. Even though you know perfectly well that she is just doing her job, that there is no ill-intent, fear begins to swirl in your chest cavity.

The door is locked, the blinds are closed, but there's that idea that someone will come through and see you like this. Even if it's another doctor, another professional, it wouldn't make a difference to your feeling of resentment at your supposed shortcomings.

The bandages come off easily, although it isn't a pretty sight as they are stained dark colors and crumpled in a waste basket.

At the feeling of her hand against your bare skin you can't help but close your eyes, too afraid to look in her direction. At one instance her hand brushes over the incision point, earning a wince and low whimper of pain. This nurse could understand how some people got queasy around blood and gore, but not like this. It seemed as she continued wrapping the bandages around your torso that you were trying to shrink into yourself, to hide those malicious remarks that gnawed at your mind.

Once again you felt a rush of pain, but your reaction was far more sudden than the last. You had backed up on the bed, opening your eyes to remind yourself that this woman was not a threat to you.

"I'm so sorry-I just got a little startled!", You raised your hands in the air as if you were surrendering for stealing a candy bar.

Yet, no matter how you tried to escalate the situation to somehow convince yourself of a terrible deed, she stopped you by grabbing your hand.

"You're safe officer (l/n), no one's going to hurt you anymore."

You squeezed her hand slightly, noticing the contrast of your clammy palm to her warm fingers. The phrase safety was one you never truly believed in for yourself, not until that nurse had sat in that room for at least twenty or so minutes talking to you.

"I don't think I could be an officer you know? It sounds really difficult and I'd much rather save lives in this hospital," Emma remarked during one of your conversations.

She had gotten you some food, water and even a stress ball so you wouldn't squeeze the life out of her hand.

"I guess I understand what you mean by that, and it's valid. I've just always had this dream, this goal to help people even if it's mostly pushing papers at the office and staying up until one in the morning. Believe me I didn't think I'd ever get shot, not like this at least."

You gesture to your abdomen, and look up to see her watching you just as closely.

"If you don't mind-how did it happen exactly? All of the staff has been hearing nothing but police officers saying the word classified and storming away."

You look to see that the blinds are now open to the hospital hallway and lobby but the door is still shut.

"I'll just tell you I wasn't on duty, and I was taking a walk by myself when these bunch of criminals showed up. My friend was nearby, heard the commotion, and I was shot right as he showed up."

She opens her mouth as if to say something else but her pager goes off.

"Sorry, gotta run before a doctor comes by. It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss (l/n)- I mean (y/n)!", She corrects herself after you previously stated that you didn't do formalities.

Upon her leave, you were left to ponder what your life was going to look like after you were discharged from the hospital. Would you quit your job, the job that you hadn't actually been working on for at least a month? If you did quit, where would you get a new job? If you didn't quit, how would you remain calm at the sight of those coworkers who had gone behind your back and sided with Seungbae?

"You're injured, you'd be lucky to get anywhere near that precinct again. Seungbae would never let you back into the high level position you once held, fool," your thoughts begin to eat away at you.

In these moments, nothing feels real and it seems the only thing that matters are the miniscule failures of your past.

You can't think, not rationally anyway, and your senses seem to be going numb. The urge to scream or cry is one that begins to build in your chest, erratic and bombarding your mind.

Voices are heard intermingling, but they sound so far away, so distant from your location. Yet as the voice grows closer, so does that sense of fear, that sense of paranoia.

"(y/n), hey what's wrong? (y/n)?"

As hands grip your shoulders you cannot fight back the reaction to shove them away, too lost in the sea of toxic memories, memories of pain and resentment.

"Get off of me you-", you stop halfway through your sentence as you come to realize that the arms holding you are not hostile.

"Sangwoo it's you, I'm sorry I thought you were someone else...", You finish your thoughts hoping that he'll let this slip.

He can see your demeanor has changed from your shaking voice and the way you'll undoubtedly try to cover this up and move the conversation to a different topic. He won't let this go, he won't let you try to divert and hide from these things any longer.

You can see his face and hear his voice but it doesn't change the way your body shifts away from his touch, from his gaze. Even as you turn you can feel the way he's staring you down, calculating every moment of the past 48 hours, and of the last few months.

"Take a breath, and look me in the eyes when you remember who I am."

It takes longer than you think it should for the panic to wash away, to feel attached to life and be able to comprehend your surroundings. But when you were finally ready, you meet his eyes once again and breathe out.

Somehow the panic fades, but what's left behind is a ghost of grief as you see he's deep in thought. When you squeezed his hand you were fearful he'll pull away but he squeezed it right back, shaking ever so slightly.

"I'm sorry I'm okay-this just happens-," but you're cut off just like all the other times he didn't like what you were saying about a situation. The no longer subtle outrage is expressed by the way he has pulled you against him, blood running hot underneath his skin. Even in the air-conditioned room, you can feel the warmth of his body, your own personal heater.

"Stop talking, stop it right now, (y/n). Stop trying to apologize, stop trying to hide everything from me, for both of us."

He'd never been one to hide his feelings, but this was something else, something new to you. At every pause of his words you could see his jaw tighten, feel his fingertips claw at the base of your back.

In these moments you would no longer see your best friend but rather the personification of rage and inner turmoil. He'd promised you he wouldn't blow a fuse, wouldn't overreact at every little thing but these were always lies. His ability to cool off was impossible as he couldn't stop staring at those eyes of yours, just to make sure he knew it was truly you.

There's the uncertainty of his temper, whether he's reached his boiling point is no longer clear as he continues to trap you in his grip.

"Where are you going to stay when you're released? I don't imagine you'd want to go home alone..."

You can only mildly laugh at his question, although you know for once he's being serious.

"Home? What home? The apartment I shared with that asshole for three or even more years? I think I spent more time at your house than mine in those three years..."

You're interrupted by a wave of coughing, each seeming to be worse than the last as your throat feels as though it will never stop constricting. You eventually pry yourself out of his grip to turn your head and reach for a nearby bucket.

It's the way he sees you wretching and trying desperately to cough, as though there is something crawling in your throat, in your chest, making you want to writhe in pain. His hand traces your back, rubbing at the most tense parts of your torso, and almost pulling back in shock when he feels how the temperature in your body has gone even lower.

He begins to think that this is a special type of torture, created just to make him fall apart. To see you so bent out of shape and struggling just to cough or cry or express any exertion of pain successfully.

Were you always struggling this much? Was waking up in the morning and getting out of bed this hard before the injury? Did it ache to move after another fresh delivery of those bruises? Did the pain meds help you or make your head spin even more?

When you look back at him your eyes are watery, but he doesn't know if it's from your coughs or if they are tears of sadness.

"Ca-can you get me something hot to drink? Or something to eat from anywhere but this hospital? I don't think I can eat any extra pudding."

At your request he sighs and stands, unsure if leaving you alone is the best idea, especially after you denied his questions.

He brushes back your hair, wanting to stay with you for a little longer. As he's getting ready to go he remembers that your phone is in his pocket, courtesy of Seungbae and Yura.

"Before I forget, here's your phone, in case you need anything while I'm gone, because I'm pretty sure you would rather talk to anyone but the cops."

You laugh at that sentiment, earning a small smile from him. Even in dire situations you two can still laugh at the dumbest jokes, can still smile when something funny happens, when one of you trips on your way out of the house, or let's out a slew of curses after biting your tongue.

He's about to continue rambling when you push yourself off of the bed, wobbling a little bit before stabilizing. Before he can leave you've slung your arms over his shoulders, pulling him down to your height. You pulled him so suddenly that he nearly lost his balance, being forced to grab onto you to steady himself.

In these moments he refuses to care about how cold you are, or how much taller he is than you, or the fact he might fall over if he leans into your touch, or that your nails practically pierce the back of his neck. He's being forced to look down at you, to inch closer to your face.

"(y/n)...."

But this time he's interrupted by your mouth against his, uncertain and timid, yet still kissing him. He's in a brief state of shock, not expecting you to confront your emotions so soon after that night. He doesn't retaliate though, deepening the kiss without any hesitation, having to remind himself that you two aren't in the clear yet, and this kiss won't be leading to anything more. He's almost glad you're the one that pulled away because it means you've come to the same realization.

"Payback for last week, and just so you know, this is a thank you for now, don't expect too much for a while."

Even with these words he's practically ecstatic, all the right chemicals flooding his system just from that contact. Was he right when he thought you could fix all his problems?

"Well next time you have a thank you present, let me know so I can return the favor?", He responds, nearly breathless but leaning against you again. When you're expecting him to kiss you on the lips once more, you're slight dissatisfied when he makes contact with your cheek and then your forehead.

"Hey-just be mindful of Seungbae and Yura, especially her. She's a little hateful towards you."

He thinks of your piece of advice as he walks out of the hospital, eyes locked on Yura as he passes through the hallway, smiling all the way to his car, because now he knows for certain he's got a leg up on her. Former partner at work? Former hook-up? How could she compete against the childhood friend? The neighbor across the street? The first guy she could ever truly love? Her savior? Her lover? Her own personal bodyguard?

No how could she compete against a bona-fide serial killer who was a couple steps away from adding another to the list.

#reader insert #x reader #female reader #killing stalking #oh sangwoo x reader #scary dog privelege #series #fanfiction #manwha #yandere x reader #yaoi manhwa #horror #bad life choices #Spotify

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Soft Yandere Sangwoo Sleeps Over

Pairing: Oh Sangwoo x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, yandere behavior, possessiveness, sharing a bed, kissing, marking, grinding, mention of a boner

A/N: I'm writing a story with a yandere character so I need to get some practice in with this.

Nerves were all over the place for you

You make sure everything is neat and clean before he comes over

Sangwoo brings you flowers and a big backpack with his things

He feels very at home at your place, almost too much

Comments on your lack of security, it's very easy for someone to break in if they want to

He doesn't mean to freak you out, he's just being a caring boyfriend

Of course he could sleep over more often to protect you, or even better you should move in with him

That was a joke, your relationship isn't far enough along yet

But he was serious about security and sleeping over more often

Enough about those topics, he's here to have fun with you

Insists on being half naked so you can wear his shirt, which you should do more often cause it looks great on you

Can't go without kissing you, none of them are soft or chaste and all involve a bit of biting until you moan and whimper at every kiss

Sangwoo doesn't care how big or small your bed is, he will make you both fit on it

If nothing else you will sleep on top of him

Pushes his shirt off your shoulders so he can bite down on you

It is not meant to be painful, just to mark you

It's not like anyone will see it unless you wear something more revealing

He can feel you grinding your hips against him at that remark, if you want for other people to know you're his he is also fine with that

Doesn't bother hiding his boner in tbe morning, he seems rather proud to show it to you actually

Can't stop himself from grinding against you when he sees you walking around with nothing but his shirt from last night

If you like it that much he can give it to you but he wants pictures of you wearing it

#sangwoo x reader #oh sangwoo x reader #killing stalking x reader #manhwa x reader #sangwoo x you #oh sangwoo x you #killing stalking x you #manhwa x you #sangwoo imagine #oh sangwoo imagine #killing stalking imagine #manhwa imagines #manhwa yandere #yandere drabble #x reader

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chatbots-for-straykids · 1 year

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#stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #killing stalking #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #oh sangwoo

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jojikawa · 2 years

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my boy

Sangwoo x Killer!Fem!Reader

TW// if you know enough about killing stalking to be attracted to Sangwoo then there’s no reason for me to put a trigger warning.

Reader almost gets assaulted.

MASTERLIST

✧『Fandom』: Killing Stalking

✧『Character』: Oh Sangwoo

✧『Word Count』: 3,221 words 16,893 characters

✧『Summary』: You are invited to a Gala and decided that you will take Sangwoo as your date.

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𝙴𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝…

You had convinced Sangwoo to start going back to school. He had been missing a lot since you moved in with him. It was a bit hectic but eventually, things needed to turn back to normal. Not only was he missing school, but he hadn’t been completing work either.

For you, it wasn’t required to go every day because you had been going part-time. The reason why was because you had been chosen as a model for some time now. It was seasonal so you weren’t gone every day but it paid very well. Today you received an invitation to an event to be looked at by clothing companies to model their clothing. You seemed to meet the female Korean beauty standard despite being a foreigner.

The invitation was black with gold trim, dotted with italic and script font text and at the end had a handwritten signature of the person who was preparing the event.

“Well, I guess I can bring him.” You sighed to yourself and went to find Sangwoo. You found him in the kitchen, trying to cook something that would be up to your standards as a way to impress you. So far, you hadn’t seen any sign of Yoon Bum.

You figured that in order to get him to do what you wanted and behave well, you’d have to soften him up. Sangwoo gets crazy jealous when guys try to talk to you. He would become bitter towards you and passive-aggressive to anyone with a dick and eyes.

Except, this time—you couldn’t tolerate that. It wasn’t a trip to the mall or a date at a restaurant. This would be a viewing gallery and your chance to be picked for new gigs. You couldn’t have him being an asshole and ruining it because he thinks a guy is flirting with you.

You walked up to him and hugged him from behind. He knew your frame and could feel your breasts against his back. He didn’t know why but it felt very pleasant.

“Good morning.” You said quietly before taking in the yummy scent of your favorite breakfast food cooking.

“Oh, good morning.” He replied in a slightly deeper voice than usual. He wasn’t completely used to your affection and had to really try to keep his cool or else he would look soft.

You tried looking around his masculine body to see what he was up to without breaking the hug but ultimately, he was too big. You let go and he turned around with a pan and spatula in hand.

“What happened to making frozen things?” You asked, referencing a statement in the past of you taking a jab at his knowledge of cooking.

He explained that he wanted to do something for you because you were so “great.”

You couldn’t understand why he thought that or why it was so easy to manipulate him. Not until he opened up about his parents. You knew his parents were dead but it wasn’t until the incident, with that girl you had him dispose of, that he explained to you his abusive childhood.

He’s clung to you a lot more since then.

“Oh, I see,” You replied. “I wanted to ask you something.” You went over to the dining table and began to play with the salt and pepper that were placed on the table.

“What is it?” You heard him say.

“Did you open my mail?” Your voice was deep and stern, almost startling him. What mail? What were you talking about?

“Your mail? No.” He answered. “I didn’t know you got any. Did something happen?”

“I when to grab it before going back upstairs. It was opened already.” You informed him.

You couldn’t see his reactions but you could tell he was getting furious. You chalked it up to be another Yoon Bum occurrence. You didn’t mind, though. You just enjoyed the drama.

After not receiving a reply from him, you let out a “hm.” Before continuing.

“Anyway, the piece of mail I got was an invitation. I was selected to go to a modeling party. It’s important because it can help me get some new work.” You explained. “I think you should come with me.”

He seemed to calm down. He finished up what he was doing and put some of the food on a plate to give to you. The only thing he could think was:

‘Of course, I’m going. You didn’t even need to ask.’

Because he wanted to follow you everywhere you went and especially if there were other people involved.

Sangwoo knew that it was your dream to be loved by many, be beautiful, and have that be known by everyone. He knew you were a model and your work was seasonal. You made more than he did working as a barista despite only doing one or two photoshoots or just by taking a photo and putting it on your social media.

Although, he would like it a lot more if you stayed out of the public eye. Too many people…looking.

“When is it?”

“Tonight.”

Oh.

“Why such short notice?” He tried to get a little more information without disturbing you too much.

“Oh, I don’t know.” You replied. “I just received it today. It’s supposed to arrive ahead of time.” You explained.

“Hm.”

He was seething.

He silently served you breakfast and when you finished, you told him that you’d be getting ready.

“The gala starts at 6pm. I would get try to find something nice if I were you.” You told him as you began to walk away.

“Oh, we won’t match?” He half-shouted so that his voice could reach you.

“No.” You replied flatly before disappearing back upstairs.

Sangwoo frowned. He could never tell how you really felt about him. You would be in his arms and then it would feel like you didn’t even need him…

At first, he thought he was the one that was going to make you late but he found himself sitting on the couch, waiting for you to pop up. You told him he wasn’t allowed in the room because the dress you had gotten from your agency was a “surprise.” He didn’t like surprises but he also didn’t like upsetting you.

He got ready for the gala and put on his nicest clothes. He styled his hair and pulled out the expensive cologne that he only put on for special occasions.

He had his hair in a side part with most of his hair out of his face and a new suit he had wanted to try wearing.

Something similar to this:

You had finally called him for assistance when you were finally ready. You were wearing a beautiful white dress with fur and shear that basically getting all over the place! Something like this:

“You look…really nice,” Sangwoo muttered. Normally, he wouldn’t be so choked up when it came to girls but with you…it was different.

“I know.” You replied. “Now, can we go? I don’t want to be late.” Quickly, you felt the weight of the dress lessen as Sangwoo appeared behind you with the cloth in his hand. “Oh…” you exhaled. Not expecting him to be so ready to listen.

The two of you left out and Sangwoo secured the house so that Yoon Bum wouldn’t be able to leave. You wanted to ask about it but if he’s been kept here this long, he probably knows a lot more than you think he does. Like he’s…experienced.

In the car, the two of you didn’t talk much. Sangwoo could only imagine the things you could be thinking about. Ever since the night you attacked him, you acted so differently. You didn’t act bubbly or adorable. You were almost intimidating. Not in a way that made him scared, just in a way that made him want to do everything you said or else you would get angry…

He missed you. A lot. He wanted to connect with you again. Was he not loving enough?

“Sangwoo.”

He missed you…he missed you so much. He missed you sneaking up behind him and embracing him from behind.

“Sangwoo.”

Were you just bored of him? What could he do to make you find interest again? He just didn’t know…

“Sangwoo!”

Suddenly, the car stopped. You were jerked forward but were saved by your seat belt. Sangwoo had slammed the brakes. He gave you an eerie look as you furrowed your eyebrows at his carelessness.

“You passed the VIP parking. Now you have to back up.” You sighed, gathering your things so that you were ready to exit the vehicle when it was time.

When the car stopped and went in reverse for a bit. Sangwoo pulled into the VIP parking and you showed your invitation so that you could be let in. You waited for Sangwoo to get out of the car and let you out. You waited patiently as the man tried his best to help you exit without damaging your dress.

“Thank you.” You muttered before throwing yourself into his arms. He felt the butterflies burn in his abdomen at your affection. Every time you did it, it was like a new experience. The feeling you get when someone does it the first time.

Sangwoo just grunted in response before hugging you back. You then took his hand and led him into the Gala Hall.

“Okay.” You told him once you were inside. The place was extremely beautiful and bright. It looked like something only royalty would be allowed to step foot in.

“I’m going to mingle.” You told him. He purses his lips, hating the idea of you being alone or him being without you. “Mingle?” He repeated and you nodded.

“I’ve always wanted to branch out from just modeling and more of what I want to do. I want to be able to get a good deal so that I get paid more and work less.” You explained. His eyes drifted to the upper left and you narrowed your eyes at him. “So behave!”

“Oh. Yeah.” He replied and as quickly as he said it, you disappeared into the crowd of people.

Now he was just…alone.

Sangwoo tried his best to occupy himself. Here and there, he would see you zip by without paying him any mind. You were typically talking to someone or having a drink or eating an expensive snack. He just hope this would end soon.

He’s mostly used to being at school or at his job but this level of socializing wasn’t his thing. The fewer people there were, the more control he had.

Maybe an hour went by before Sangwoo saw you again. You were walking with a guy. It wasn’t some agent or anything. It was some young guy.

He didn’t think anything of it at first until he saw the boy reach up to move strands of your hair out of your face. The gesture was unwanted, seeing that toy smoothly removed his hand from your hair but your expressions didn’t change.

Clearly, he was trying to just flirt with you but Sangwoo took this as you being harassed. No one should touch you. Ever.

Suddenly, he saw you begin to wobble as stood there. It kinda looked like you were sick.

You had a drink on your hand too.

No good.

Sangwoo tried to make himself less noticeable as he pushed passed people to get to you. He was relatively tall and could see the top of your head in the crowd.

He was stopped by a couple of servants that tried offering him a drink and a snack. He declined without trying to make a scene.

“Hello, Sir!” One said.

“Would you like a cocktail and fresh-picked fruit?” The other chimed in.

“No thanks.” The man sported a fake smile before pushing past the two.

The thing was that he lost sight of you. Now, you were nowhere to be found. He asked around about you but it seems like no one saw where you went either.

You were a special guest and no one could tell him where you had gone? Sangwoo couldn’t think of a more useless group of people. It made him so angry but he needed to contain himself to keep up his image.

He went into the men’s restroom, and the women's restroom and even trespassed into the private bathroom. You weren’t there either. He still has one more place to check…

Your head was spinning. You could barely think, focus or even keep your eyes open but you knew you were fucked.

Royally fucked.

And now you were walking somewhere. You didn’t know where you were going and the man who drugged you was guiding you with a twisted smile on his face. You needed help.

You missed Sangwoo…you regretted leaving him on his own. You knew he would protect you. You just couldn’t stand how much of a blank canvas he was. You could mold him into anything you wanted him to be but sometimes, that was exhausting. You got tired of manipulating him and this time you were the one paying the price.

When you came to, you were in the backseat of a car. The man had gotten in beside you before locking the doors and rolling up the windows.

“Eh-“ Were the only noises coming out of your mouth. Just short breathless whispers.

The man hovered over you and you tried to resist. Your legs and arms felt like jelly. He groped your breast through your dress a bit, trying to create some sort of friction to see how your body would react.

You felt it. You felt something but it wasn’t pleasant at all.

You tried to push him but you were beginning to lose consciousness. Your eyes slowly fell shut and only deafening silence went by before ear-piercing commotion had begun.

You heard the man in front of your scream.

“H-Hey! You can’t do that! Please!”

Someone had broken the glass to the car door and it had swung open. You wished that you could see but your eyes just felt so heavy. You could only listen.

Only more screaming could be heard as the person who broke into the car attacked the man that had been trying to assault you.

After a few minutes, the screaming ceased and you felt yourself being picked up.

You had a bit of energy to open your eyes and when you did, it was Sangwoo.

His face was wet with tears. He was saying something you couldn’t hear, then you fell back asleep.

When you woke up again, you felt completely horrible. You had a splitting headache but you seemed to be in your bed. Naked, but thankfully, in your bed.

The sun that peaked through your curtains burned your eyes for an entire second before they had adjusted.

At the end of your bed were some cute pajamas that you would wear sometimes. You put them on and went to explore the house. It was business as usual but you weren’t able to find Sangwoo. You wanted to believe he went back to work but he would’ve at least told you or left a note.

You wandered the house barefoot. Still wobbling around and trying to get used to your legs again. You couldn’t remember what happened. Only bits and pieces.

You went to check the kitchen for food and drink. There was nothing quick you could grab. You would need to cook.

As you gathered the materials to make your breakfast, you heard the front door open. It was Sangwoo.

You went to the door to let him in before he could use the keypad like he always did. You opened the door and if you could describe the look on his face when he saw you, you would probably describe it as if he was looking at something extraordinary. Like he was staring at a goddess in the face.

“…why are you looking at me like that…?”

You rubbed your arm shyly and for the first time, you felt uncomfortable under his watchful eyes. He had groceries in his hands and dropped them before picking you up and holding you close in his arms.

He almost knocked the wind out of you with how tightly he hugged you!

“Put me down, moron! What’s gotten into you?” You tried to pretend like you didn’t want his affection but he didn’t let up.

“I thought I lost you. I thought he hurt you.”

“Who? Who are you-“ Then more memories flooded in. You had been drugged and Sangwoo came to save you.

You stayed silent.

Sangwoo continued to hold you and shower you in kisses. You stopped resisting his love and said:

“Did he hurt me?”

“No.”

“Did you hurt him?”

“…Yes. I did.”

You felt his arms loosen and you used that as your opportunity to get out of his grip. You crossed your arms and gave him a concerned look.

“What did you do?”

“I beat the shit out of him.”

Your eyes widened. “You what?”

If this weren’t a serious situation, you’d be laughing your ass off but this wasn’t like that at all. Sangwoo could go to jail.

“You realize that man is a part of the industry, right? He could have the police here at any moment and I’ll be blacklisted from my job!” You raised your voice a few octaves, almost yelling at him.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered.

“There was nothing else you could’ve done?”

You were truly at a loss for words. You didn’t know what to make of the situation. You wanted to be happy he saved you but the bad had outweighed the good.

Sangwoo just stayed silent. He knew that he messed up big time by going overboard and beating up the guy.

You sighed before moving a bit closer to him. He avoided eye contact and looked like he was really sorry. You reached up to cup his face in your hands. You made him look at you.

“Thank you.” You said before guiding his mouth to yours and planting a chaste kiss on his lips. You could tell he wanted more, so you kissed him again, this time more passionately.

You felt his strong arms wrap around you as he picked you up.

“No.” You said, shaking your head. “I don’t feel like having sex right now.” You place your hands on his chest to stop him. He had only picked you up but you knew him well enough to tell what his actions always led to.

Like the obedient dog you shaped him to be, he put you down and you went into the kitchen. A moment passed before he followed you close behind.

He followed you everywhere.

In the kitchen, the bathroom, and the living room.

And wherever you sat, he would take it upon himself to rest his head on your chest, lap, or tummy. He could tell you were still shaken up by the idea of what happened and just wanted you to feel safe.

The only thing that crossed his mind was killing the person who tried to harm you but he knew you’d be mad at him if he acted out of line. Perhaps, maybe he could do something for you.

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What are those WIPs looking like? c'mon pleaseeee 😩😩😩😩give us a list. ur my favorite writer and I read everything I write, I wanna know what I have to look forward to (if you don't want to that's totally okay)

December Wip List

This took me a fucking minute 😭😭 please tell me if any of you wanna be tagged for any of the following.

In-progress series (original)

And They’d Find Us a Week (Hunger Games) - Finnick x implied black!Reader

↳ You run cold, you always have, it’s just another thing to love as far as Finnick is concerned. He himself emits heat like a furnace on the best of days. He remembers cold hands touching his heated skin, cold toes shocking the skin of his legs whenever you lay together. But now, now Finnick feels nothing but a hissing heat as your mouths press together. Heat like a hot knife cutting into a block of ice, like a blazing star consuming him in a ball of fire, only to sizzle into a warm embrace. He melts into you, trusting that you’ll sculpt him back together with your glacial grip.

After everything you and Finnick have gone through together, it only makes sense that you’ve grown a little attached.

↳Status: Ongoing; posted

The Female of the species (The Boys) - Various/Homelander x black!supe!Reader

↳ “So what? I was grown in a lab like a, like a—fucking Chia Pet?” You can feel the air around you become charged, molecules flying by your ears at top speed. Ashley rushes to catch her papers that she stupidly left loose. “Calm yourself.” Edgar drones and his lack of reaction to you turning the room into a small cyclone only aggravates you further.

Both a woman who’s used to getting whatever she wants and a man who’s never heard no, created in a lab. What a horrible pair you two will make. (basically ‘I can’t fix him. I can fuck him though, maybe that’ll help.’ Says woman that is worse.)

↳ Status: Ongoing; not posted

All On His Mouth Like Liquor (Succession) - black!Reader x Various [Shiv, Tom, Greg?, Kendall, Roman?, Menkin, Matsston, Stewy]

↳ "Mmm. You know, I've got a pretty cushy job in the White House lined up. I might be able to get you on my team." Jeryd places a hand on the counter next to your hip, leaning into your space, but you ignore him in favor of fixing your smeared lipstick. "I'm not looking to be anyone's Monica Lewinski." “You think pretty highly of yourself." You pause and glance down at yourself. At the way your blouse is just on the right side of too tight. The way leaving the top two buttons undone gives anyone interested a glimpse of your necklace dipping between your cleavage. You turn to the side and look in the mirror at the way your skirt clings onto your ass and thighs, curves modestly on display. You look back at him with an eyebrow raised. "Point." He concedes, eyes still looking you over.

As her assistant, it’s quite literally your job to be a Shiv defender.

↳ Status: Ongoing; not posted

Please Don’t Go (I’ll Eat You Whole) (Scream) - Yandere!Billy x Reader x Yandere!Stu

↳"Do you…find me…attractive?" He drawls, words drawn out like you're an exceptionally stupid child. And, honestly, you're starting to wonder if you're suffering from brain damage. This is insane. Seriously, how many unhinged things can happen to one person in 48 hours? "I, uh, I mean,” you shrug, staring over his shoulder at your wall, "yeah. But, Billy, a lot of people do, which is what I was trying to say—" "There's a difference between people and you." He sits up, leaning towards you. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Billy, it's really not that big of a deal." You sigh, moving to get up—unwilling to let yourself be embarrassed. But he stops you, grabbing your hand, and you realize in a panic that he isn't going to let this go. "It is to me." He pulls you back on the bed closer than you were before, thighs brushing together. "What would have happened if I did?" You roll your eyes. Why are you humoring this? "Well, I might have had a girlfriend who didn't find me disgusting." “I don’t…I…” You shake your head in disbelief, breath catching in your chest before rushing out a weary sigh. “How the hell am I supposed to respond to that, Billy? Wh–what am I supposed to do with that?”

When you love someone the way Billy and Stu love you, well, what’s a little manipulation between friends?

↳ Status: Ongoing; not posted

Once More to See You (Bridgerton) - Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

↳ Anthony is not one for flowery musings. He isn’t a poet, nor does he spend his time admiring the arts or waxing poetics about beauty and such. No, he leaves that sort of thing to his brother. But as you peer up at him with expectant eyes, the lights of the chandeliers painting you in a soft yellow, he can understand why a war was waged over Helen of Troy.

You’ve finally come home from France and you’re a woman grown—far too old to entertain the silly musings you had as a girl. You’ve been presented to higher society and your search for a suitable husband has just begun, but Anthony isn’t willing to be so easily forgotten.

↳ Status: Ongoing; posted

You Set My Soul Alight (House of the Dragon) - Yandere!Daemon Targaryen x Reader

↳ He presents the wreath to you and you have no choice but to take it. There is a pause before hesitant cheers erupt around you, building in confidence until the entire stadium is roaring. Prince Daemon is the champion and has crowned you the Queen of Love and Beauty, dedicating his victory to you—just like he said he wouldn’t. He smirks up at you, his plan unfolding before your eyes. It is the beginning of the end.

Perhaps it would have been easier on everyone if you had just told Daemon you were being betrothed before your father publically announced it.

↳ Status: Ongoing; not posted

She’s My Collar (JJK) - Geto x Reader x Gojo

↳ Oh, you don’t hate them. Hate would require a level of acknowledgment that you don’t bestow upon the two boys. You’d have to notice them to hate them, you’d have to care and you’re indifferent at most. No, it’s much more simple than that. Gojo and Geto just aren’t on your radar.

Being the first of your clan in centuries to join the world of Jujutsu sorcerers, specifically Tokyo Jujutsu Acadamy, is sure to make waves. And with a cursed technique like yours, it’s no wonder the Strongest have taken an interest in you. If only it was mutual.

↳ Status: Ongoing; not posted

Imagine Being Loved By Me (Star Wars) - Anakin x Reader x Obi-Wan

↳"I can train her." All eyes look to Master Skywalker's hologram. He sits reclined in his chair—or what you presume is a chair—as if he's discussing the weather and not taking you on as an apprentice. "No." Windu turns him down immediately and you frown, just as against the idea as he is. You're sure many other Padawans would jump at the notion of being trained by Anakin Skywalker, but it's completely unnecessary. "In fact, you are the last person that should train her."

As a Senior Padawan, nothing can keep you from doing your part in the war, not even the untimely death of your Master. Yoda asking Obi-Wan to take you under his tutelage is surprising. Almost as surprising as Anakin volunteering to do it himself.

↳ Status: Ongoing; not posted

Limerence (The Sandman) - Morpheus x major arcana nightmare!Reader x Corinthian

↳ You watch as Adam and Eve run hand in hand, far from the Garden Of Eden. Steps hurried, frantic as if worried God would change his mind and bring them back—lock them away in that pretty cage again. But they are smiling. There's not an ounce of regret within either of them. You search and find that their only desire is to be free, together. Love is such a strange thing, you think from your spot between Dream and the Corinthian.

If you and Corinthian are two stars orbiting each other, then Dream is the black hole that birthed you—drawing you both closer and closer while tearing you apart. One day, he will swallow you both whole, and you will say thank you.

↳ Status: Ongoing; not posted

In progress sequels

Show em Who I Belong to pt.2 - Dom!Johnny Cage

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You, Baby pt.2 - Manipulative/toxic!Erwin Smith

One-shots

Damon, Klaus, Elijah x reincarnated!Reader (TVD/TO) - 1989 is the worst year of your life simply because it's the year you met Damon and, consequently, the year you were reborn for the last time. (might be a series)

Nick x Reader x Jacob (The Quarry) - A game of truth or dare has led to the last night of Summer going to complete and total shit. Having been bitten by some kind of beast and feeling like you're going to literally burst out of your skin, the only upside is being stuck between two hot guys who are desperately in love with you. It could be worse. At least you weren’t the only one bitten.

Remus Lupin (Harry Potter) x Reader - You and Remus are quite competitive, always going head-to-head in your classes. It’s commonplace to compete for the highest marks. What isn’t commonplace, is the sabotage in the form of Remus’s wandering hands.

Sirius Black (Harry Potter) x Hufflepuff!Reader - Sirius can’t help but feel like he’s the only person in the entire school that you hate. Probably because he is.

James Potter (Harry Potter) x Hufflepuff Quidditch captain!Reader - James Potter has been your sworn nemesis since your first year and now that you’re both captains of your respective teams, that rivalry has only grown. Now, if only Potter would get the memo.

Poly!Marauders x Reader (Harry Potter) - Honestly, in retrospect, you don’t know how you thought this would end without incredible irritation on your part. You thought the four of you had outgrown such childishness, that being the only reason you even invited them to the fundraising event. Had you known it would end like this, you would have declined the offer to volunteer altogether.

Johnny Cage x Reader (MK1) - Johnny is too needy for you to wait until the awards show is over. Besides, he’s been so good for you, hasn’t he? Doesn’t that deserve positive reinforcement? You wouldn’t want him to act out, would you?

Himbo!Steve Harrington x bimbo!Reader (Stranger Things) - Steve was smarter than you, but only slightly. Not smart enough that he would ever hold it over you, but smart enough to know that the two of you shouldn't have been doing this in such a public place.

College loser!Mike x mean popular!Reader (FNAF) - “I promise I’ll be good, just…” “Use my thigh.” “What if I just leave you here, wet and needy.” “Clean my fingers, this is your mess.”

Manipulative proffessor!Erwin Smith x TA!Reader (AOT) - Erwin has a soft spot for you, his new TA.

Arthur Morgan x Photographer!Reader (RDR2) - "Sure." He takes a cursory look around at the towering trees before focusing his gaze back on you. His wide-brim hat shades eyes so blue that you’re certain the sky itself is teeming with envy.

Johnny Silverhand x Musician!Reader (Cyberpunk 2077) - It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to collaborate with Johnny Silverhand. If only he knew how to keep his mouth in check.

Luke, Han, Leia x Zeltron!Reader (Star Wars) - You’re not a Jedi. You don't know the Jedi code and you’re probably as Force sensitive as a particularly dedicated brick. Despite that, you’re pretty sure the Force isn’t supposed to be used like this.

Sebastian X Demon!Reader x Claude (Black Butler) - Your mistress is interested in doing business with Ciel Phantomhive. Who would have thought he had a demon on his payroll? (might be a series)

NSFW Alphabets

Star (The Lost Boys) - Adding on to that poly Lost Boys Alphabet

Anakin

Obi-Wan

Negan

Damon Salvatore

Headcanons/drabbles

Earthrealm MK1 boys compete for Goddess!Reader’s attention

Paul (lost boys) eating you out while you’re both high

Dark/yandere Luke Skywalker NSFW headcanons

Yandere Targaryen men (Aegon i, Maegor, Aegon ii, Aemond, Daemon) x Reader - Being the pregnant wife of a close friend

Yandere Targaryen men x Reader - Finding out you’re being married off

More flirty intros (MK1 and MK11)

Dead By Daylight Killers x Obsession!Reader

Eren Jaeger with a breeding kink

Yandere/dark president Loki x Ironman variant!Reader

Possible ideas (I’ll take prompts on these/discuss these)

➔Astarion (BG3) x Reader :

Smut for sure

Eat Your Young - Astarion did try to stick to the plan, truly, he did. Some seduction here, a few implications there. It should have been enough to get him into your bedroll alongside your heart. It would have worked on quite literally anyone else, but you’re just so Gods damned oblivious! (might become a series)

➔John Snow (GOT) x Reader

➔Michael Myers x nurse!Reader (Halloween)

➔Veronica x Reader x JD (Heathers)

➔Sajanus Plinth x Capitol!Reader (Hunger Games)

➔Poly!Lost Boys x Reader (The Lost Boys) - How you start dating

➔Bigby Wolf x fable!Reader (The Wolf Among Us)

➔Jerry Dandridge x black vampire!Reader (Fright Night) - You and Jerry have more in common than any of your other neighbors could possibly imagine. (might become a series)

➔Mischa x Reader (Ride the Cyclone) - You like to think you and Mischa are pretty close, you’d go as far as to call him your best friend. So why is it that you haven’t so much as seen a picture of this ‘Talia’?

➔Dennis Reynolds x Reader (IASIP) - Dennis is used to doing the chasing, so much so that he doesn’t even realize when he’s on the receiving end of his own system.

➔Will Graham x killer!Reader x Hannibal (Hannibal)

➔Rick Grimes x Reader (TWD)

➔Derek Hale x Reader (Teen Wolf)

➔Isaac Lahey x Reader (Teen Wolf)

➔Demon!Dean Winchester x Reader (Supernatural)

➔Castiel x angel!Reader (Supernatural)

➔Abed Nadir x Reader (Community)

➔Carlisle Cullen x Reader (Twilight)

➔Spike x Vampire!Reader (Buffy)

➔Kakashi x ex ambu!Reader x Tenzo (Naruto)

➔Sangwoo? X Horrible!Reader (Killing Stalking)

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