moonchildee

[moonchildee]

You just moved into your new home, which seems to be plagued by a supernatural force you don't quite understand. You're hesitant to outright admit you're haunted, because, well...it's not what you'd expect when someone thinks of traditional ghost activity.

Ghost!Butler has been inhabiting this place for longer than he can remember. The poor old soul doesn't know anything outside of serving his Master. Thus, once you'd established yourself as the new owner, he could only do what he does best.

You nearly slipped in your panicked sprint to the kitchen, convinced someone must've broken in. You stared, incredulous, at the arrangement on the table: a silver tray, freshly brewed tea, and a stack of pancakes. Absurd to believe that your home was invaded for the sole purpose of preparing breakfast. And yet...

Another time, you were awoken from your slumber by heavy creaks of the floor. With a baseball bat in hand, you tiptoed down the hallway, ready to swing at the intruder. What you found was the laundry you'd forgotten in the washing machine, dry and neatly folded on the sofa.

Ghost!Butler really only haunts you by aiding your daily life. Can you even call it a proper haunting? You return home to find the floors swept, the bed made, the food served. The invisible presence is, by all means, spoiling you with earnest care and affection.

Ghost!Butler has grown rather fond of his new Master. There's an unknown yearning in his pallid hands as he buttons your coat, taking a moment to feel the warmth of your skin. Oh, what joy you've brought into his lonely life. He has a purpose once more, a reason to keep existing.

[moonchildee]

“Break up with her.”

You froze. The voice came from behind the office door—firm, cold, and far too close to your worst fear.

You had come to pick Jinwoo up. You were tired after a dungeon run and just wanted to go home, curl into his arms, and let the day melt away. But as your hand reached for the doorknob, you heard the words that made your blood run cold.

“She’s not fit to stand beside you, Sung Jinwoo. She’s not enough.”

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. You stood there, motionless, the voices inside the Korean Hunters Association office cutting through you like a blade. You knew they were talking about you. They never liked you to begin with. You were a strong A-rank hunter, the second most powerful female hunter in Korea—but you weren’t Cha Hae-In. And worse… they knew your secret.

You stepped away, footsteps silent as you retreated.

Later that night, Jinwoo lay behind you, his arm draped over your waist, his warmth pressing against your back. His lips ghosted over your shoulder in lazy, affectionate kisses.

“You’ve been quiet,” he murmured into your skin. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, baby?”

You sighed, holding his hand where it rested on your stomach.

“It’s not important. Focus on what matters right now.”

“You are what matters to me,” he whispered, burying himself further into the crook of your neck. “If something’s wrong, talk to me.”

You turned slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. “Have you met Hunter Cha Hae-In?”

He blinked, brushing your hair behind your ear with the gentlest touch.

“I’ve seen her. Once or twice. Why?”

“She’s beautiful. Strong. The directors talk about her a lot.” Your voice was quieter now. “I heard they’re looking for someone to pair her with.”

“I’ve heard the rumors too.”

His expression stiffened. You nodded, then turned your back to him again, pretending to fall asleep. He could feel your distress, but you weren’t ready to say it yet. You weren’t ready to let him go either.

You stared at the wall in silence, wishing time would stop—wishing this moment could stay a little longer before everything shattered.

“Hunter Sung, this is an important discussion. Please try to see reason—”

“I’m done listening.”

Jinwoo stood from the conference table, his voice laced with suppressed fury. His shadow flickered unnaturally beneath his feet.

“This is the third time this week you’ve told me to leave her. What makes you think my answer will change?”

“Because it’s not about love, Hunter Sung. It’s about responsibility. You have power no one else can even fathom. You need someone by your side who matches that. Someone who can create the next generation of protectors.”

Jinwoo’s aura exploded in the room. The lights flickered as shadows stretched unnaturally across the walls. Everyone went silent.

“Don’t speak to me about responsibilities when you’re the ones trying to manipulate my life like it’s a political chess game.”

He turned, grabbing the doorknob.

“I said no. And I mean it.”

That evening, he came home late. You were waiting for him at the door.

He didn’t speak at first. He just pulled you into his arms and kissed you—desperate, almost like he was trying to remind himself that you were still here, still his.

“I’m sorry I’m late… Did you eat anything yet?”

“No. I waited for you.”

His embrace felt like home—safe, familiar, everything you ever wanted. And that made it hurt even more… because while he held on like nothing was changing, you already knew everything was about to end.

The next day, you were called in.

A private meeting. One of the directors. You had a feeling you knew what it was about—but you still went.

You met at a discreet coffee shop, far from headquarters.

“Please, take a seat.”

You sat, heart hammering.

“What I’m about to say is in the best interest of everyone. Please understand this is bigger than you—or even Hunter Sung.”

You said nothing, your silence permission enough.

“Hunter Sung has a duty. He’s more than a person now—he’s a symbol. He needs someone equal to him. Someone who can support the next era of hunters. That person is not you.”

You stared blankly ahead, fists clenched beneath the table.

“You are infertile. You cannot bear a child. That already makes you incompatible. Hunter Cha is not only an S-rank—she’s a woman who can give him an heir. Someone who will inherit his strength. You… cannot.”

It felt like someone had taken a knife to your lungs.

“Break up with him. This week. That’s not a request. It’s an expectation. The safety of the world depends on it.”

And just like that, he stood and left you there—gutted.

‘We need to talk. I need you to come home right now.’ You texted him, heart pounding with the weight of what you were about to say.

You sat on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself, eyes locked on the packed suitcase by the door. You had already decided.

Jinwoo arrived, dropping his keys on the counter. He saw the bag. Then he saw your face.

“Baby… what’s wrong? You’re not okay, are you?”

He rushed to you, kneeling in front of the couch, cupping your face.

You didn’t kiss him back.

“I’ve heard everything, Jinwoo.”

His shoulders stiffened. His expression shifted from confusion to dread.

“No. Don’t say it.”

“Please…” you whispered. “Understand that this is for the best.”

“No.” He stood, pacing. “If you’re asking me to break up, I won’t. I love you, Y/N. I’ve fought everything to be with you. I won’t stop now.”

“I can’t give you what they want, Jinwoo.” Your voice cracked. “I can’t give you a future. I can’t give you a child.”

“We’ll adopt.” He was desperate now. “We’ll find a way. It doesn’t matter—”

“It does.” You stood, holding his hands. “They want a legacy. Someone who’ll inherit your strength. That can’t be me.”

“Then let them want! I only want you…” His voice broke, raw and ragged. “I don’t care about legacies. I care about you.”

“But I care about you enough to let you go.”

His grip on your hands tightened like he was trying to keep you from slipping away.

“Please,” he said, his voice shaking. “Don’t do this. Don’t choose them over me.”

“It’s not about choosing. It’s about doing what’s right.”

He turned away, trembling, swallowing back tears. “You were the only thing in this world that made me feel human again.”

“And you were the only thing that made me feel loved.” Your voice cracked as you stepped closer.

“The world needs you, Jinwoo. I’m not the one you’re meant to be with.” You kissed his forehead one last time, a trembling, silent goodbye.

“Goodbye, Jinwoo.”

You opened the door, not daring to look back—because if you did, you knew you wouldn’t have the strength to walk away.

“Was my love not enough?” His voice cracked behind you, barely audible. “Wasn’t it enough for you?”

You paused at the threshold.

“It was more than enough. That’s why it hurts.”

And then the door closed.

And he collapsed to his knees.

You didn’t look back as the door clicked shut behind you. Outside, the air was colder than it should’ve been. Maybe because you left everything warm behind. Maybe because you left your heart on the floor next to him.

Inside, Jinwoo remained still, his knees digging into the floor, your scent lingering like a ghost. His fists trembled as he stared at the door, hoping—praying—you’d come back. But the silence answered him louder than any goodbye ever could.

He let out a broken laugh through the tears.

“You said it was for the world,” he whispered to no one. “But you were my world.”

[moonchildee]

“Break up with her.”

You froze. The voice came from behind the office door—firm, cold, and far too close to your worst fear.

You had come to pick Jinwoo up. You were tired after a dungeon run and just wanted to go home, curl into his arms, and let the day melt away. But as your hand reached for the doorknob, you heard the words that made your blood run cold.

“She’s not fit to stand beside you, Sung Jinwoo. She’s not enough.”

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. You stood there, motionless, the voices inside the Korean Hunters Association office cutting through you like a blade. You knew they were talking about you. They never liked you to begin with. You were a strong A-rank hunter, the second most powerful female hunter in Korea—but you weren’t Cha Hae-In. And worse… they knew your secret.

You stepped away, footsteps silent as you retreated.

Later that night, Jinwoo lay behind you, his arm draped over your waist, his warmth pressing against your back. His lips ghosted over your shoulder in lazy, affectionate kisses.

“You’ve been quiet,” he murmured into your skin. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, baby?”

You sighed, holding his hand where it rested on your stomach.

“It’s not important. Focus on what matters right now.”

“You are what matters to me,” he whispered, burying himself further into the crook of your neck. “If something’s wrong, talk to me.”

You turned slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. “Have you met Hunter Cha Hae-In?”

He blinked, brushing your hair behind your ear with the gentlest touch.

“I’ve seen her. Once or twice. Why?”

“She’s beautiful. Strong. The directors talk about her a lot.” Your voice was quieter now. “I heard they’re looking for someone to pair her with.”

“I’ve heard the rumors too.”

His expression stiffened. You nodded, then turned your back to him again, pretending to fall asleep. He could feel your distress, but you weren’t ready to say it yet. You weren’t ready to let him go either.

You stared at the wall in silence, wishing time would stop—wishing this moment could stay a little longer before everything shattered.

“Hunter Sung, this is an important discussion. Please try to see reason—”

“I’m done listening.”

Jinwoo stood from the conference table, his voice laced with suppressed fury. His shadow flickered unnaturally beneath his feet.

“This is the third time this week you’ve told me to leave her. What makes you think my answer will change?”

“Because it’s not about love, Hunter Sung. It’s about responsibility. You have power no one else can even fathom. You need someone by your side who matches that. Someone who can create the next generation of protectors.”

Jinwoo’s aura exploded in the room. The lights flickered as shadows stretched unnaturally across the walls. Everyone went silent.

“Don’t speak to me about responsibilities when you’re the ones trying to manipulate my life like it’s a political chess game.”

He turned, grabbing the doorknob.

“I said no. And I mean it.”

That evening, he came home late. You were waiting for him at the door.

He didn’t speak at first. He just pulled you into his arms and kissed you—desperate, almost like he was trying to remind himself that you were still here, still his.

“I’m sorry I’m late… Did you eat anything yet?”

“No. I waited for you.”

His embrace felt like home—safe, familiar, everything you ever wanted. And that made it hurt even more… because while he held on like nothing was changing, you already knew everything was about to end.

The next day, you were called in.

A private meeting. One of the directors. You had a feeling you knew what it was about—but you still went.

You met at a discreet coffee shop, far from headquarters.

“Please, take a seat.”

You sat, heart hammering.

“What I’m about to say is in the best interest of everyone. Please understand this is bigger than you—or even Hunter Sung.”

You said nothing, your silence permission enough.

“Hunter Sung has a duty. He’s more than a person now—he’s a symbol. He needs someone equal to him. Someone who can support the next era of hunters. That person is not you.”

You stared blankly ahead, fists clenched beneath the table.

“You are infertile. You cannot bear a child. That already makes you incompatible. Hunter Cha is not only an S-rank—she’s a woman who can give him an heir. Someone who will inherit his strength. You… cannot.”

It felt like someone had taken a knife to your lungs.

“Break up with him. This week. That’s not a request. It’s an expectation. The safety of the world depends on it.”

And just like that, he stood and left you there—gutted.

‘We need to talk. I need you to come home right now.’ You texted him, heart pounding with the weight of what you were about to say.

You sat on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself, eyes locked on the packed suitcase by the door. You had already decided.

Jinwoo arrived, dropping his keys on the counter. He saw the bag. Then he saw your face.

“Baby… what’s wrong? You’re not okay, are you?”

He rushed to you, kneeling in front of the couch, cupping your face.

You didn’t kiss him back.

“I’ve heard everything, Jinwoo.”

His shoulders stiffened. His expression shifted from confusion to dread.

“No. Don’t say it.”

“Please…” you whispered. “Understand that this is for the best.”

“No.” He stood, pacing. “If you’re asking me to break up, I won’t. I love you, Y/N. I’ve fought everything to be with you. I won’t stop now.”

“I can’t give you what they want, Jinwoo.” Your voice cracked. “I can’t give you a future. I can’t give you a child.”

“We’ll adopt.” He was desperate now. “We’ll find a way. It doesn’t matter—”

“It does.” You stood, holding his hands. “They want a legacy. Someone who’ll inherit your strength. That can’t be me.”

“Then let them want! I only want you…” His voice broke, raw and ragged. “I don’t care about legacies. I care about you.”

“But I care about you enough to let you go.”

His grip on your hands tightened like he was trying to keep you from slipping away.

“Please,” he said, his voice shaking. “Don’t do this. Don’t choose them over me.”

“It’s not about choosing. It’s about doing what’s right.”

He turned away, trembling, swallowing back tears. “You were the only thing in this world that made me feel human again.”

“And you were the only thing that made me feel loved.” Your voice cracked as you stepped closer.

“The world needs you, Jinwoo. I’m not the one you’re meant to be with.” You kissed his forehead one last time, a trembling, silent goodbye.

“Goodbye, Jinwoo.”

You opened the door, not daring to look back—because if you did, you knew you wouldn’t have the strength to walk away.

“Was my love not enough?” His voice cracked behind you, barely audible. “Wasn’t it enough for you?”

You paused at the threshold.

“It was more than enough. That’s why it hurts.”

And then the door closed.

And he collapsed to his knees.

You didn’t look back as the door clicked shut behind you. Outside, the air was colder than it should’ve been. Maybe because you left everything warm behind. Maybe because you left your heart on the floor next to him.

Inside, Jinwoo remained still, his knees digging into the floor, your scent lingering like a ghost. His fists trembled as he stared at the door, hoping—praying—you’d come back. But the silence answered him louder than any goodbye ever could.

He let out a broken laugh through the tears.

“You said it was for the world,” he whispered to no one. “But you were my world.”

[moonchildee]

Eyes on me.

Self-aware!Jinwoo x reader

Was he just looking at you?

"You must read it, it's really a masterpiece! Sung Jinwoo is so handsome. He…."

"O-Okay.."

Feeling dizzy, you tried to escape from your best friend's hands that were on your shoulders and shaking you vigorously.

Your best friend is a true manhwa addict. She can spend hours just talking about how wonderful manhwa is, about how much she likes them. Being close to her, you naturally became a victim of her manhwa addiction. At first, you didn't care about those comics, but she was the one who dragged you in.

From there, you had another thing to kill time. Honestly, if you say you love it, it's not really, but reading manhwa is also an effective way to make your day go by quickly, because you find life boring.

As usual, the two of them met and she immediately started rambling about her manhwa addiction. But this time, it seemed a bit too much.

She had just read a series called Solo leveling, and she was going crazy over it. It seemed to be really good. The proof was that she had been talking about it for over an hour now with no signs of stopping.

You:…….

You didn't know if it was really good or not, but you were starting to get scared and didn't want to read it.

Someone stop her.

After about 30 more minutes of torture, the heavens finally heard your screaming heart.

'Ding'

Your best friend's phone rang. Her mother sent a message.

"Huff, my mom told me to go home, what a pity, I haven't finished talking yet…"

Thank you, auntie, you are the hero of my life…

She was frustrated, preparing to go home. Before leaving, she leaned close to your face, her eyes threatening "You must read it. I will make you write 2000 words about your feelings about it. If you don't read it, you will die with me."

You were sweating profusely, nodding your head repeatedly.

"Good" She smiled happily "Okay, love you."

After she left, you breathed a sigh of relief.

You're free..

At night, when you lie in bed and don't know what to do, you suddenly remember what your best friend said this morning.

"Solo leveling…? Should I read it?"

You wonder. Remembering your best friend's threatening gaze, you suddenly shiver "I should read it, or she'll tear me to pieces."

Fumbling for your phone, you quickly searched for it.

You lay under the covers, your phone screen flickering in the darkness.

"Solo Leveling, right…?" you mumbled.

The cover page appeared. A black-haired man with cold eyes and an extremely strong aura was standing in the darkness, surrounded by strange cracks of light. It must be the main character… Sung Jinwoo.

He looked handsome.

The story followed the adventures of Sung Jinwoo, a young and notoriously useless hunter in Korea, on his journey to become the strongest hunter among them.

The story was okay. You found it quite interesting, but to say you liked it was a bit of a stretch. You weren't really interested in manhwa, you just saw it as a tool to kill time, nothing more, nothing less.

It's just that the more you read, the more strange it felt.

When you read the first few chapters, everything is normal, until you read the part after he goes to re-evaluate his rank.

From then on, the main character seems to be looking straight at you.

You stop at a panel - Jinwoo turns his head, his cold eyes staring straight ahead as if… as if he knows you're looking.

You blink.

Once.

Then again.

Why… do you feel like he's looking straight at you?

You pause. Take a closer look at the panel - he's just standing there, his eyes looking straight ahead. A normal expression to anyone else.

But to you - that gaze pierces the screen, piercing straight into your soul.

"No way…"

You tilt your phone to the left. He's still looking at you. You tilt it to the right. Still… not looking away.

"I must be hallucinating." You mumbled, trying to continue scrolling.

It's just a manhwa.

But then, another panel – he appeared again. Same eyes, same cold gaze.

And this time, it seemed… his lips were slightly curved, as if… he was smiling faintly?

You felt a chill run down your spine.

The air in the room suddenly became strangely quiet. The ticking of the clock became slower. Everything fell silent.

You turned off the story. The screen went black.

And then, in the dim reflection of the phone screen… you thought you saw a pair of eyes.

It was him.

You threw the phone aside reflexively. Gasping for breath.

"No… I must be tired, it's just an illusion…" you reassured yourself.

Quietly picking up the phone, you locked the screen, placing it face down on the table.

"I don't read anymore. I'll read tomorrow. Or… never."

You pulled the covers over your head, your heart still pounding in your chest.

It was just an illusion. There was no way a manhwa character could be staring at you. There was no way… he could… know you were looking at him.

You closed your eyes, trying to push away the strange feeling, but the image of Sung Jinwoo's cold gaze kept appearing in your mind like it was engraved in your mind. The way he stood in the dark, his eyes unblinking, as if… he was waiting for something from you.

You turned over.

A small click sounded in the room, startling you. You jumped up, glancing around.

No one was there.

The phone was still lying face down on the table. Outside the window, the night breeze blew through, causing the curtains to flutter slightly.

"It's okay, it's just the wind…" you muttered, then reached for the phone.

The screen was on.

Even though you clearly remembered turning it off and placing it face down. The screen is displaying a panel. A panel that you are sure was not in the previous chapter.

Sung Jinwoo is standing there. Not in the familiar setting of the story – but in a dark, hazy space.

And this time… he is not just standing there.

He is reaching out a hand – a hand covered in darkness, reaching towards you, across the boundary between the story page and reality.

Below the frame is a line of words, small, as if written by hand:

"I know you are looking."

You immediately throw the phone again, this time it hits the wall and falls to the ground.

"NO, NO, NO!" you scream, backing up against the corner of the bed.

No way. It can't be real.

You run to turn on the light.

Light fills the room, sweeping away the darkness. Your heartbeat gradually stabilizes. You walk over, pick up the phone – the screen is black, nothing. No Jinwoo, no story.

"I must be tired…" you mumble.

Then…

Beep.

A message pops up from a number not saved in your contacts.

"We'll meet again. Don't stop reading."

Attached is a screenshot of the next chapter, where Sung Jinwoo is still standing there - his hand still outstretched, his smile even more pronounced.

You freeze.

And what really scares you…

Is the text below the photo.

"See you soon."

______________________________

Jinwoo:

________________________

part 2?

[moonchildee]

is the cowboy in book 6 actually our dad? or is it like someone who just took care of us? sorry if this sounds stupid I’m just curious

Yes—he’s the biological father. Same blood, same lineage, no loopholes. It’s straightforward same-blood incest. That dynamic is core to both series in Book 6: The Red Ledger.

No, he’s not just a “caretaker.” He’s your actual dad.

Oneshot Series

Yandere! Father! Cowboy

"Ain't no use fightin' me, sugar,"

“Open up, sugar.”

"Ain’t real sure where the fuck you got the idea that you don’t gotta call me properly, darlin’."

He was going to hell. He knew that.

The house was quiet.

“Dance with me, sweetheart,”

Honkai Star Rail

Drabbles

Boothill

Human! Father! Boothill

Boothill ain't a patient man.

He warned ya. Ain’t his fault you didn’t listen.

You got daddy issues.

There are rules. Daddy’s rules.

It’s almost humiliating how calm he sounds.

Boothill knows he’s goin’ to hell.

Boothill ain’t never been the type to lie to himself.

Boothill knows you ain’t never gonna love him the way he loves you.

Boothill watches you like he’s got all the time in the world.

Boothill knows exactly what he’s doin’.

He cups your tits in both hands, squeezing them like he owns them—because he

And yes—I’ll probably make another version for fun.

[moonchildee]

heyy can you do Lads men reacting to their sweet and "innocent" s/o being a freak in the sheets iykwim?? 😭

nsfw under the cut!!

Zayne and Caleb are similar on the surface. They can be polite and charming and people who don't know them well just don't really grasp how absolutely desperate they are for you when it comes to just even getting a sliver of your skin.

Zayne's a little taken aback by it at first but he doesn't mind. He'll do basically anything you want but he also loves that he can be a little rougher and more desperate with you. His hands already map out the planes of your body whenever he's holding you but keeping you down in the thrall of your pleasure. He's also a little feral, voice low as he grunts in your ear about how amazing you are.

Caleb isn't taken aback at all. He definitely thinks that you've always been like this. He's just glad that he gets to indulge in your body in a way that makes you scream, most definitely fulfilling all your base desires.

Rafayel/Sylus love to tease you for it. Fill your mind with praising degradation as he asks if you want him to tell people just how nasty you really are. You try to fight back, tell him that you he's just bullying you but you're practically drooling - in more places than one - and all he has to do is push a little harder to make your mind go blank.

Xavier doesn't really conceptualize you being a "freak" in the sheets because he's exactly the same. He comes off as innocent in naive in public, the sweetest guy you've ever seen but when you're behind closed doors he's got your body pushed into the most severe arch as he fucks you hard, making your mind rot. When the two of you show up for a dinner with friends later that evening nobody guesses you've got a small appetite thanks to just having his cock shoved down your throat in the parking lot.

[moonchildee]

Yandere Movie Week

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Male Yandere x Fem Reader, 1.7k words

 Your dad doesn't like your boyfriend.

Hardly breaking news. The amount of boyfriends who are chummy with their future father-in-law is in decidedly short supply. Like, national crisis level shortage.

Still, you aren't sure why your dad has such a problem with him.

Your boyfriend is sweet. He's charming. He takes your dog out on walks and gets along with your ancient and sour tom cat. He picks you up from school and keeps his hands to himself whenever your pops is around.

He's smart, in his own way. Good with his hands, the top student in your school's auto shop class.

A catch really. Out of your league, if you want to be honest.

But your dad doesn't want to hear any of it.

"Home before ten, not a second later."

"Don't you dare leave the living room when he's here. Either you stay where I can see you, or he doesn't come over at all."

"You're only allowed to drive home from school with him. I don't want you in that deathtrap of his any longer than you need to be."

Your boyfriend takes it in his stride. The only sign that it bothers him is the slight strain in his voice.

"Yes, sir. I'll get her home on time."

"No, sir. We won't leave the living room."

"I drive under the speed limit all the time, sir."

A different man would have given up on you ages ago. It isn't pleasant, being subjected to scrutiny and barley veiled menace every time you want to take your girl out on a date.

Somehow, he manages.

"It's easy," he tells you after yet another uncomfortable dinner with your father, his arm around the back of your seat as he pulls out of your driveway.

"I just keep reminding myself that I'm going to marry you. He'll have to soften up once I have a ring on your finger."

You can't ignore the way your heart jumps when he says that.

"Don't joke about stuff like that."

He grins at you. "Not joking. Gonna make you my wife someday."

You twist your hands in your skirt and tell yourself he's just pulling your leg. You're too young to be thinking about marriage. You need to focus on picking out graduation gowns, not wedding dresses.

Still, it's a nice thing to think about. A silly little fantasy to keep your smile in place when you get home from your date and your dad insists on grilling you. Something to dream about before bed, when the sheets are cold and you want nothing more than to have your boyfriend between them.

He brings it up again on your next date.

"Gold or silver?"

"For what?"

You're at the gun range, your boyfriend polishing up his skills. The crack of gunfire only slightly muffled by your ear protection.

He's reloading his pistol, fingers quick and fast.

"For your engagement ring."

You freeze for a second, and then start giggling.

"Yeah, right. Are you going to ask me if I want cream or ivory tulle next?"

He shrugs, cocking his pistol with a practiced, easy pull.

"I say cream. Looks better with your skin tone."

He gets into a firing stance and aims at the cut out.

"My dad might not even say yes. Have you thought about that?"

He fires. One bullet after the other until the clip is empty. The veins and muscles on his forearms stand out; he's gripping the gun that tight.

When it clicks on an empty chamber, he sets it aside and pulls off his ear protection. The retrieval system whirs as his target gets pulled towards you.

"I've thought about it," he says quietly.

You're about to say something when you catch sight of his target. Bullet holes straight through its forehead, a stray or two lodged in its throat. You count them up in your head and compare it to the amount of bullets you saw him load.

He didn't miss a single shot.

He's good with guns, but you've never seen him this accurate before. What the hell is he focused on, to land every shot?

You look up to find him watching you.

"Your dad will say yes. I know he will."

Your dad doesn't say yes.

You aren't aware of it. All you know is that your boyfriend stops walking you to your front door after school, and that your dad is awfully quiet at dinner for a few weeks.

Your dad doesn't say yes the second time either.

It's a late Friday afternoon. You're at study group with your friends while your father and your boyfriend square off against each other. Sun slanting through the big bay windows and spilling in golden stripes across the carpet.

"You're too young."

"I love her!"

"You don't even know what love is!"

"I know enough. I want to be with her. Is that so wrong? We won't get married right away."

"Not. Happening."

Your father is as tight wound as a hair trigger. Your boyfriend not much better. For a second, your dad thinks the kid might actually be stupid enough to hit him.

Go on, give me a good reason to kick you to the curb, you little shit.

He doesn't. Just pulls in a deep breath and turns to leave, door slamming hard behind him.

Your father sits down with his anger still coiled tight in his chest. Anger, and fear too. There's something about your boyfriend that unnerves him. That hair raising feeling of nails on a chalkboard. Not logical at all, but too strong to just be gut instinct.

Kid looked like he wanted to kill me.

You father has to make a conscious effort to unclench his fists.

When you get home that day, he kisses your forehead and prays that you change your mind about the whole thing. Date someone a little less... strange.

No luck. He hears you on the phone with your boyfriend all evening.

Is the kid really going to let it go? Or is he going to keep asking?

Your dad doesn't get his answer. Two days later, his car goes off the road.

Brake lines wore out and finally snapped, the cops tell you.

It's raining hard when they give you the news, little droplets of water on their uniforms despite their oversized black umbrellas.

You're too cold and stunned to answer them.

It's only when your boyfriend comes over that you manage to speak, to think of a sentence or two beyond, "But I just saw him. How can he be dead if I just saw him five minutes ago?"

He pulls you onto his lap and let's you cry into his shirt, smoothing your hair away from your face.

"It's okay baby, I'm here. I've got you."

It's only after the funeral that he asks the question he's wanted an answer to for months. The funeral parlour is almost empty. Your dad's coffin long gone.

He keeps his arm curled around your waist as you bid the last of the mourners goodbye.

"You never gave me an answer."

You blink at him, thoughts mired in molasses.

"An answer to what?"

He smiles, head tilted in that boyishly charming way of his.

"The only question that matters. Gold or silver?"

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Day 2 - Secret Obsession (2019)

Day 3 - Hush (2016)

Day 4 - The Perfect Guy (2015)

Day 5 - The Boy Next Door (2015)

Day 6 - The Invisible Man (2020)

Day 7 - Til Death Do Us Part (2017)

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Comfort Streamer

Yandere! Adult! Kenma x reader

The ChaGold member, thank you, @alexex8sts as always :-)

Amazing Idea by @alexex8sts ! :3

Just imagine yandere Kenma being a famous live streamer, playing whatever game he likes and chatting with his viewers, you decide to reach out of your comfort zone, sending a small donation with the message ' Thank you for being my comfort streamer ' (or something along those lines). Kenma catches the message and smiles, glancing toward his camera " I'm glad I'm your comfort streamer, [username] ", you feel flushed and embarrassed letting out a small squeal and dropping your phone and hugging one of your plushies close, not seeing Kenma's reaction as he laughs softly. You were never the smartest, taking in the plushies you found on your doorsteps, unaware they were bugged with speakers and cameras. Who gifted you them, well none other than your comfort streamer. Glancing down at his desk and smiling at the footage of you holding a plush. One day he'd finally bring you home and keep you close away from everyone else.

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a/n: hi hi !! i hope you guys like this little one shot !! please let me know what yall think :3 <3 not proofread at all oopsies

obsessed with the idea of sung jinwoo, notoriously terrible with names, remembering yours after only meeting once. jinwoo is immediately taken by you, he debates letting himself get injured just so you could heal him.

the debate lasts but a heartbeat in his mind as he lets himself get a couple cuts on his cheeks, smiling as he defeats the beast in front of him before heading over to you. “could you-?” he motions to the wounds and you nod quickly, holding your hands over his wounds and healing them.

“thank you, i don’t think i got your name” he gives you a small smile, stifling a chuckle when he sees your eyes go wide at his statement.

“must’ve slipped my mind” you chuckle, “I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you hunter sung.” jinwoo is looking at you with more interest than you thought he would, biting the inside of your cheek to try and hide your nerves.

“please just call me jinwoo, y/n” he smiles, liking the way your name fell off his tongue, “I’ll see you around.” there’s a charming glint in his eye that makes your knees buckle as you say a small ‘goodbye’ to him, heart racing as heat rises to your cheeks. you didn’t think you’d bump into jinwoo again, coming to terms with your schoolgirl crush that would go nowhere.

three weeks later you’re sitting in a coffee shop half empty cup in front of you as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone.

“y/n, it’s nice to see you again,” the deep voice pulls your attention from the screen, your eyes meeting jinwoo’s blue ones. he finds it endearing the way your eyes widen a bit upon seeing him, a smile on his face. “may i?” he motions to the seat across from you as you nod with a small smile.

“hunte- jinwoo, hi” you correct yourself, fiddling with your fingers as you set your phone on the table, “how have you been?” jinwoo takes a sip from his drink, pausing before replying.

“I’ve been good, what have you been up to?” he fights the urge to ask if you were waiting on someone, a date? the thought alone makes his heart drop. what have you done to him?

“nothing much,” you say, “was supposed to meet a friend for lunch and catch up but she had to go deal with some dungeon” the tone of dejection in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed, jinwoo frowning at your reply.

“im sorry,” there’s a small pause before he speaks up again, “would you like to join me for lunch? I would love the company.” the charming smile on his face has your knees weak again, your heart racing as you look at your phone, no text from your friend.

“yeah, that’d be nice” you reply, a smile on your face as jinwoo sits across from you, staring at the menu. there’s a small pout on his lips as he struggles to find any food to order. “there’s not many food options here” you speak up, “we were gonna just go somewhere else to eat.”

jinwoo’s ears turn red as he stares back at you, setting the menu down and nodding. “oh, didn’t know that” he mumbles. you smile at him, cocking your head slightly.

“is it your first time here?” you question, jinwoo’s cheeks are now the same pink as his ears, as his eyes go slightly wide before closing slightly.

“honestly, i only came in because i saw you in here” a sheepish smile on his rose tinted face as he scratches the back of his neck nervously. you can’t stop the heat rising onto your cheeks, the butterflies in your stomach going insane as you tried to hide the smile on your face.

“shall we?” jinwoo grins, standing up and following you out of the cafe. you thank him for holding the door open for you, mentally taking note of how much taller than you he was.

after a bit of wandering and small talk the two of you find a restaurant, entering and taking a seat. the conversation flows easily between the two of you, you feel strangely at ease despite this only being the second time you’d spoken to the man.

jinwoo offers to accompany you back to your apartment, you give him a soft smile and nod.

“y’know im a hunter too, right?” you tease, jinwoo laughs, holding his hands up in defense.

“sorry, just wouldn’t feel right if i didn’t even offer to walk to you home” the charming smile on his face isn’t helping your growing affection for the hunter.

there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, your hands brushing against one another as you walk side by side. the two of you are looking in opposite directions, hearts racing as your pinkies link, a small shock is sent up your hand. neither of you say anything, jinwoo is biting his bottom lip, failing miserably at hiding the smile on his face.

“im kinda shocked you remembered my name” you speak up, breaking the silence and looking at the taller man next to you. “i heard you’re terrible with them” a small chuckle leaves your lips and jinwoo laughs softly.

“oh yeah, im the worst with names” he admits, his face is completely pink now, and he’s avoiding your gaze at all costs as he opens his mouth and closes it, thinking before speaking up again. “you just really caught my attention” he blurts out, trying to ignore igris and beru cheering him on from his shadow.

you’re a bit stunned at his words, heart leaping at his confession and you test the waters a bit by unlinking your pinkies and instead intertwining your fingers with his. “oh?” you giggle, as jinwoo’s blue eyes stare at you, the panic looked on his face morphs into a more relaxed confident one.

“I’ll admit I had a bit of a thing for you too” now it’s your turn to avoid his eyes. jinwoo smiles, humming softly and cocking his head “had?”

you stumble over your words a bit, “have, present tense” you finally say, jinwoo isn’t hiding his smile anymore, not even trying to suppress the small giggle leaving his lips.

the rest of the trip home is filled with giggles and bashful smiles, your stomach sinking a bit when you finally reach your front door.

“thank you for today, and for walking me home” you say, the two of you standing in front of the door. jinwoo is smiling down at you, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. your heart skips a beat, not wanting your time with him to end yet.

“of course, anytime” he says, clearing his throat and snapping out of the trance like state he was in. the two of you are quiet for a second, giving him a small smile and wave as you unlock your front door. “when can i see you again?” he asks, a lovesick look on his face as he stares at you.

you can’t help but feel excitement bubble in the pit of your stomach, thinking for a moment before replying. “Friday, pick me up at 6?”

jinwoo smiles, nodding happily before waving goodnight to you, waiting for you to close the door before he turns on his heel. the giant smile on his face is enough for igris to tease him, he doesn’t care, he feels on top of the world. he stops dead in his tracks as he takes his phone out of his pocket.

how did he forget to get your number?

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"It was you all along"

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Fuyuu-chan: If you like Cha Hae-In then maybe don't read this fic hahaha

Warning: Jinwoo & Cha is Married, Divorce, mentioned of cheating, ooc? (cringe & not proofread hahaha)

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You were friends with Jinwoo for years now, it was a very long time ago but you guys still kept in touch and hang out because well you two were both hunters and you work together and most of the time being able to see each other at the association.

Currently right now he asked for you to go outside with him since he got into a fight with Hae-In and wanted some advice. Seriously though you? You had never been in a relationship before but apparently he says you give good advice when it comes to one. So you accepted and met up with him in a park, its quiet here today and the breeze is nice.

When Jinwoo arrived he seemed to look so tired, he never seem tired even when after fighting monsters all day long but today he seems super tired...what could be the reason? you thought. You never see him this way even after years of knowing him.

As he drew closer to you, you greeted him offering a small smile that you hope could ease him a bit. "Hi"

"Hey..." he replied back looking at you. "Thank for having some time to meet up" he added.

"Of course, you're a friend so of course I would be glad to help as much as I can" you said softly.

"Thank you, I knew I could rely on you"

"Wanna sit down while we talk or do you wanna walk around?" you asked.

"Let's walk around for a bit, if you don't mind" he answered.

"Yeah sure"

As you guys walk around the park, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you wait for Jinwoo to talk first.

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Jinwoo was looking straight ahead before he finally spoke again. "I'm sorry I called you just because there was a problem at...home"

"Don't worry about it" you says reassuring him. "You know I'm always happy to help whenever and besides I don't have much plans for today"

"Oh okay..that's good to know" Jinwoo says softly.

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Another silence fell over..and even if the situation can be awkward right now to other people but with you even when the situation can be so, it always ended up comforting him for some reason. It was always like this whenever it comes to you and he was grateful for it. Its always you being patient and always there willing to listen to him whenever he is ready.....he wishes its the same with Hae-In- no he shouldn't compare people especially...his wife to his friend.

"Hae-In and I..we got into a fight" he pauses before he continued. "But not the kind of fight we usually have....even though is not normal anymore how we fought every second of the day....this one is terrible"

You glance at him and you could see him looking at the grass making you unable to fully see his face. "I'm sorry to hear that" you said, and as much as you wanted to say more you don't know what else to say because he just started telling about what had happened.

"This fight though...she crossed the line. as you know we mostly fight because of me not being able to spend some time with her that much because of being a hunter, and she should know herself that because she was one then...and she was the one who chose to stop being a hunter. but now she suspects me of-" Jinwoo cuts himself off, just saying the word or even thinking about it is making him angry.

You didn't need to hear to know about what was he going to say next, as you have already guessed what it was. "You don't have to say i-"

"Cheating..." Jinwoo finished what he was going to say cutting you off. "And not just that, she thought i was cheating with you. she knew we were just friends and the fact that my *my wife* doubted me...it hurts"

You listened to him, you knew he just needed someone to listen to him and to get these feelings out.

"It hurts, i never knew she was always like that until now. And the way she kept...on assuming and blaming things.." he explained as he run a hand through his hair. "I'm getting tired from all of this...what should i do (name)...?" he looks up slightly and met your gaze.

"I'll be really honest with you, Jinwoo...but I'm not really surprised those things are happening right now" you said as you sat down at one of the near benches.

"What do you mean?" he says as his eyes followed your movements.

You patted the space right next to you and he sat down. "...she was the first person to ever confess to you and you fell for her immediately. And not to mention you started dating for a few months then you proposed and then got married right after. It was so quick to the point that i wanted to ask if you have gotten to know her enough to know that you actually knew she was the one?"

"..." Jinwoo listened to what you said and looked down, he knew you had a point. You put a hand on his shoulder and he glanced at you.

"Relationships shouldn't be rushed, and you should know that because i also said that to you before when you were still dating her" you said softly.

He agreed in his mind, as he clearly remembered the day you talked to him about Hae-In. "That's true...i should have listened to you..." he mumbles but enough for you to hear him.

You hummed. "Well the only thing you can do right now is give her space and time. You should give yourself a break as well and think about your decisions and your next moves"

Jinwoo only nodded.

Meanwhile the shadow soldiers were having their own conversations..

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Beru: I told y'all, she (Cha) wasn't the better choice

Igris: Beru...

Beru: What? you know I'm right! Look even our Liege is getting headaches from this, not even dungeons can give him that

Bellion: I agree

Igris: Not you too .... pov: its actually should have been (name), she would match our liege well

Beru: See?! This is why i wanted (name) to be our Queen because she was so much better, and actually deeply cares for our liege

Bellion: I second that

Other Shadow Soldiers: Yeah!

Igris: ...That's true, but we should respect whatever our Liege's decision

As (name) give ideas to Jinwoo on what he could do to salvage his marriage and to make it better, Jinwoo took those advice and starts.

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He started by doing what he usually did before when he was courting Hae-In in the past. He was buying flowers and chocolates and some other things she likes. He also tries to spend more time with her but why does she only start getting more suspicious of him? She kept mentioning on how he was only doing this because he felt guilty by cheating on her and was doing these things again in hopes of her forgetting her accusations and to forgive him.

Was it wrong that he did these? I mean (name) suggested this because she knows this might help to the two....and Jinwoo knows (name) mean well...so was it just Hae-In then? She must have misunderstood his intentions.

...

But why when he was trying to explain himself she won't listen and kept dismissing it instead?

Is there even a point on wanting to solve this relationship when the other party doesn't seem to even want it? Is it even worth it?

Jinwoo can't help but think that if he was with (name) right now...wold any of this even happen? Why cant Hae-In just be like (name)? She was always so patient and understanding to him, but Hae-In...she was the total opposite. He knew he shouldn't compare the two since of course they would be really different, everyone was different from each other. But (name), she was special. She was one of a kind. And everyone knows that, not only him....wait, is it because of that, that Hae-In felt like he was cheating with (name) because even she herself knew (name) was special and that because they were close ever since then?

(Name) and Jinwoo just finished another raid after they were sent by chairman go on a dungeon due to an emergency.

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(Name) was hesitating if she should ask about the update on his marriage but she was still debating with herself when Jinwoo snapped her from her own thoughts.

"Thank you for your suggestions about what i could do for Hae-In..i dont think i was able to say how I'm grateful for that" he says as he gave a small smile.

You gave a smile of your own. "Yes of course...so how did it go? If you don't mind me asking..." you finally asked, you were still unsure whether you should have said that but he spoke up about the topic so you couldn't help yourself.

"I did what you said i could do...i tried, really...but it seems to have gotten worse. She thought i was doing it because i was guilty about cheating. I tried to explain that she misunderstood me and my actions but she just wouldnt...listen" he explains.

You were silent. Why would he thank you if the situation just got worse because of your suggestion? "Ah...I'm sorry, I-" before you could finish with your apology he cuts you off.

"You don't have to apologize, you were only trying to help and that's plenty already, i couldn't even thank you enough. Besides i think...its because Hae-In just stopped listening and only believes on what she thinks was true..."

You nod, understanding his point. But it was still sad to think about anyway.

"Oh I see....I'm still sorry that...that this whole thing is happening, i hope you guys can solve it ou-"

"I don't think it will happen anymore...everyday just seems to be getting harder and harder for m- for the both of us and as much as i wanna salvage everything, when she wont cooperate...i cant save it with just myself..."

"I just wanna say thank you, (name). You've been there for me when i needed someone, someone who would just listen and offer help...thank you so much...for everything, i don't know how i will ever repay you." He says as he gazes at you softly, his eyes full of gratefulness.

You smiled. "You don't have to repay me, i was only doing the best that i can to help you as much as you had helped me and everyone, literally....and i hope that no matter what decision you will make for the future, i hope it will be the best for you and her. But think about it carefully, yeah?"

Jinwoo chuckles softly and nodded. "This time i would definitely listen to you"

The following days felt like forever to Jinwoo. He was thinking on some possible solutions that would be the best for him and Hae-In. But everyday was torture to him due to the fact that Hae-In kept persisting about her beliefs which makes Jinwoo irritated but trying to at least keep his cool.

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It went to the point that Jinwoo just booked a hotel for him to stay at. I mean sure he could just go to his family's house but he didn't wanna worry his family and bring them to this mess as well as because he wanted some alone time to think things thoroughly like what (name) wanted him to do. He can't disappoint you, not when you trusted him that he would think about things and make the best solution for this case. (Name) only wanted what's best for him anyway.

(Name) seems to care and understand him more than his own wife. Ironic really. They vowed in their wedding to be there for one another, to lift each other up and love each other till the end...but alas her vow seems to not be genuine. It was showing now that she doesn't really mean those words that she says on that day.

Jinwoo knew he could always depend and trust (name), not once did you let him down and he want to be the same to (name). You were always there supporting him and even though sometimes you doesn't completely agree to his decisions, you doesn't stop him unless it would be dangerous.

But the fact that whenever he needed someone, you were always there backing him up. He doesn't need to pretend to be someone else and he could let his guard down when you are in his presence.

After spending the entire day in his hotel room thinking about everything, he finally made up his mind...since his relationship with Hae-In isn't working anymore..a divorce would be a good idea, no?

Their relationship isn't making any progress and the trust was broken, especially Hae-In's trust on him. So how could their marriage work when there's no trust? And they couldn't even get along now....he tried everything that he can...but it just doesn't work anymore.

Jinwoo knew that doing so Hae-In would be mad and will actually think that what she was believing in right now was true. Though at this point he doesn't care anymore...he is tired and this relationship was toxic now at this point that it was exhausting him.

Telling it to Hae-In was hard...especially on how she reacted. He expected it really. He thought of what would happen today, predicted it even. But it has to be done. In order to have a peaceful life he desperately wanted, is to do this.

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He already signed his part on the divorce papers. He only needed hers and this whole thing...would be over.

Of course Jinwoo don't expect that Hae-In would sign it as much as he would want her to. But he doesn't give up.

He left the papers with her and stayed at the hotel he was staying at. When he came back to their shared home the next day he found the papers torn into pieces....guess this would be much harder than he thought it would be.

He would everyday visit their shared home to see if Hae-In would change her mind with a new divorce papers he brought with him, of course he doesn't stay too long because he don't think he could handle so. But every time he would come back the papers would always always be torn into pieces. It doesn't discourage him though. He still went on with it even though the same thing happened like its on a loop.

Meanwhile he informed (name) on his decision. You were shocked to know what he decided to do, but you support him. If he thinks it was for better of the situation then...its okay. Though...you still feel bad, even just a bit.

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Jinwoo and you stopped hanging out for a while, while Jinwoo was going to Hae-In and to get her to sign the papers. He said it would help since if Hae-In saw them hanging out it would only make the situation worse and getting her to sign would be impossible.

Nonetheless it took...almost months to finally get her to sign. Hae-In saw Jinwoo's persistence. Not even once giving up. She saw his determination and she thought that Jinwoo definitely or desperately wanted to end their marriage. And even as much as she doesn't want to sign...what could she do? Stay in a marriage with a man who only comes home just to see if the papers were signed? He also stopped treating her the same way he did back in the past.

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She couldn't really complain about it when she was the one who pushed him away and for doing the things she did. Did she really expect Jinwoo would not be bothered by it and continue to act like nothing had ever happened between them? Like the fights and arguments never existed?

She was heartbroken that's for sure..but she was at fault too and she knows it....and that's why she finally gave up and signed the papers. Their life together wasn't happy anymore...and if that's happening now, what would happen in the future if they kept going on like this?

Jinwoo came at the house like he usually did, it became a routine at this point. He brought the new papers with him, expecting too see pieces of papers everywhere...but was taken aback when he saw the papers he brought yesterday placed at the counter in the kitchen. He went over to see it and was shocked to see them signed....

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Is he dreaming? Was this just his imagination?

He carefully picked the papers and looked at it again...its real...so she finally signed them.

What a relief. he thought.

He sighed and his shoulder slumped, like a very heavy burden was just lifted off of his shoulder. Its happening...this is the start of his peaceful life.

He looked around the house and there was no one in sight. Hae-In might have left the house. He didn't mind, whats important was the papers in his hands right now. Though he wanted to at least talk to Hae-In one last time, to thank her at least for signing. But he could do that next time after he finished this and submit this to the court.

The process of submitting it and after was not that hard especially since both parties have signed and had agreements.

Jinwoo gave Hae-In their house, he won't need it anymore anyway and besides living there would just bring memories...and he wouldn't be able to have the life he wanted. He wanted to start new.

He also got to meet up Hae-In after they officially got divorced. It was only an hour talk. He just thanked her for agreeing and letting him go and he wishes she would find happiness in the future and that she would be able to move on. She didn't talk much but he didn't mind, at least he got to say his part. But she wishes him well before they parted ways.

Right after the meet up, Jinwoo takes back his shadow soldiers that was in Hae-In's shadow. He doesn't want to have anything to do with her anymore.

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(Name) and Jinwoo got to start hanging out again. He also had a new place after staying at his family's house a for a bit to spend time with them after all the pent up stress and to catch up as well. Only a few people knew about his new place.

And that is his family, (name), Chairman Go, and some of his trusted friends like Jinho.

Jinwoo got to spend more time with (name), and to be honest he was enjoying every second of it. Spending time with you without someone getting angry about it is nice. He was finally completely free.

He got to enjoy the present, like he was living in the moment without having to worry about what will happen the next day or the future. His thought also quite down whenever your around so he was always at peace. Maybe this is the life he wanted ever since...it was you all along that would bring him the peaceful life, a life that would bring comfort amidst the chaos of being a hunter.

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Can I request an smut for sung jin-woo where he couldn't help but touch his girlfriend while sleeping while using his stealth skill 🫣

I knew there was a dirty use for his skills.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reder

Tags: nsfw, smut, power use, dub-con, somnophilia, control issues, moaning, unable to hold back, pervy Sung Jinwoo

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A/N: I think he isn't that much of a pervert but I do think he can corrupted as he gets stronger.

He never saw himself as a pervert, he was actually pretty gentlemanly

But... as he slept pressed next to you, with the night so warm, the covers pushed away and your ass pressing against his crotch he couldn't move away as his cock got hard

To avoid waking you up he used he Stealth skill and at first he only intended to jerk off to get rid of his untimely erection

It hid his moans, him calling your name, the slick sounds of his hand moving across his dick, slicker as more and more cum flowed out

As he turned his head to look at you sleeping so soundly something in him snapped

First he only reached around to push your shirt up and grabbed a handful of your soft breast, warm against his palm

Your moan started him, luckily you didn't wake up and see what a pervert her really was

But as your moans got louder and his hand moved at lighting speed he couldn't make himself finish

Against all his better judgement he pushed your underwear down and lifted your leg just enough to sink his cock into your sweet cunt

Didn't matter that you were asleep, your pussy still felt as tight as ever

Jingwoo pressed his face against the back of your neck, his hips pressed fully against yours, his cock moving almost too fast to make any sound

The only sounds were the obscene, pornographic sounds of your wet pussy, getting more and more sloppy as his cock fucked it

As he felt your pussy clench around his cock he knew it would be bad to come inside of you, he had that much control at least

He turned towards the wall and splashed his cum all over it

Shamefully he slipped out of bed without waking you up to get something to clean up the mess

In the morning he blushed hard as you confessed you had a really dirty dream about him fucking you, and how you would love for him to make that dream a reality

How could he say no, being the good boyfriend that he was

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The moment you accepted Jinwoo's confession, you felt guilty.

You knew that you were ruining the plot, that Jinwoo would eventually come to Hae-In, not you. You were just a character who didn't exist in the original story, and somehow you came here, met Jinwoo, and fell in love with him.

You knew you were being selfish. But you begged to let you be selfish just this once, so that you could at least be with the person you loved.

Jinwoo noticed your worries, and he tried to prove his love. All he got in return was your heart full of doubt and your desperate voice.

"You'll leave me anyway."

"No, baby, I'll never leave you." _______________________________

Until you two were over 100 years old.

"yOu'Ll LeAvE mE aNyWaY"

"Shut up!"

[moonchildee]

Gojo Satoru and Sung Jinwoo, just two pussy drunk men vying for your attention. And unfortunately for you, they have the biggest breeding kink.

Which is how you found yourself here, naked and sprawled across your bedsheets, with your legs spread wide open to accommodate their lengths.

You lay sandwiched in between their thick leaking cocks. Gojo's long fingers gripping the fat on your hips as he thrusts himself into you while Jinwoo plays with your sensitive perked nipples from below, his pace matching with Satoru's with each lift of his hips.

The both of them working together in sync, cocks grinding against one another in your greedy little pussy, their thrusts relentless as you try to milk their cocks, all while they compete with one another to be the first to get you pregnant.

a/n: this is probably the worst thing I've ever wrote, but I'm tired and sleepy af so enjoy lolololl <3 longer fic coming soon!!

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Can you do a longer piece focused on sylus and how he would talk a virgin mc through her first time having sex at all, not just with him. Sexy reassurance and hand holding please!

hihi!! you can also look here for a shorter little blurb w him!! i also know you mentioned wanting something w nervous mc/reader but lowk to me its implied and thats why hes taking his time and being so thorough but idk if other people will catch that so this is me telling you that hes being this nice and slow bc youre nervous lmao

Sylus is very kind and takes things very slow. He doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable and would absolutely hate to do anything to hurt you so even if you weren't a virgin he'd take things very slowly regardless. His hands run over your body over and over, almost as though committing the way you feel under his palms to memory. He chuckles lowly as he feels your breath catching with each pass of his hands. He practically worships you, his eyes doing all the talking as he looks down at you adoringly.

He wouldn't even take off your clothes until you're basically begging him to, wanting to push you to that edge of desperation to make sure you are absolutely ready for everything that's going to come next. He tells you what he wants to do to you but not explicitly - he just hints at it, telling you that he can't want to hear your moans or see how big of a mess he can make of you. His eyes watch your every move, taking note of what sounds are elicited by what actions to make sure he can do it again, and again, and again.

When he does strip you down the act is reverential. He trails kisses down your chest all the way up to your thighs, fingers running up and down along your heated sex. He loves the way you sound when his fingers tease you but he also knows he wants to be inside of you desperately, trying to balance between the feral need to finally have you and keeping your comfort.

He'll get you to spill over his fingers first, a hand reaching to find one of yours as he pins it over your head. You think that the feeling of his hand moving against you is too much but all thought is knocked out of your head the second he starts kissing you stupid. His lips move against yours in a way that matches how his hand is moving, the erotic feeling making that pool of desire in your gut spill over. You know he can tell it's coming judging by the way his hand tightens over yours, pressing it more insistently into the bed as you melt all over him.

When you finish cumming he'll slowly slide inside of you after the aftershocks, your pleasure forcibly drawn out as he takes his sweet time sliding home. He knows his size is intimidating and refuses to go all in at once, no matter how you may be trying to convince him that you can handle it. He doesn't want to accidentally hurt you but he makes you feel so perfectly full, hitting spots you never knew you needed as you make a mess under your joined bodies.

For your first time he's going constantly whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he has nothing but good things to say to you. He praises you for taking him so well and for being so obedient, tongue sweet and saccharine as he makes you feel pleasure you never thought you could before.

His hips move slowly against your body, pace steady as he lets you adjust to his length. Your body squeezes tightly against the intrusion and it's all he can do to not just hold the backs of your thighs and fuck you mindlessly. He wants to make you dumb on his cock but instead just decides to make your orgasm a slow climb to the peak.

You can reach down and try to stimulate yourself but he'll just grab your free hand and pin it over your head with the other one. He'll start grinding into you slowly, not really fucking you until your breathing picks up and you start getting closer. When you start keening and begging for more he'll pick up from his slow, deep pace to a steady pace against your body, wet noises rhythmic as you listen to the depravity.

You won't realise you're cumming until you are, his patience making your mind melt as you moan and sigh his name. Similarly to the entire act, he'll be whispering soft praises into your ear, urging you to cum all over his cock and show him just how much you love it. You can't help but whimper and moan pathetically, Sylus loving every minute of it.

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Plot Twist. Your fingers are flying across the keys, lost in a messy tangle of your own thoughts. You've been spilling out a chaotic little confession you’d never dare say aloud. Daddy’s presence behind you doesn’t even register, his shadow falls over your shoulder, but you’re too deep in your own head to notice. Lately, your feelings for him have been clawing their way up, hot and restless, and this is your outlet. Writing smut. It’s not like you’d ever do it — you know, fuck him, cross that line, feel his cock for real. That’d be a disaster, an unthinkable mess. But typing it out? That’s safe.

Your latest sentence stares back at you, “...and daddy slid a finger up my pussy, and I came hard, and he growled ‘what a naughty kitten you are’ in my ear.” Okay fine, it’s not exactly Shakespeare. It's not exactly good, either. The words trip over each other, clumsy and raw, but they’re yours, and that's what matters. You chew your lip, debating if “pussy” is the vagina word you're going with this time, when a familiar voice cuts through your thoughts.

“What’s this, huh?” Daddy’s tone is teasing, warm, close enough that his breath brushes your neck. Nooooooooooooooo. Heat floods your face, adrenaline pumping like you’ve been caught with your hand in the biggest cookie jar imaginable. He’s reading it. Oh god, he’s reading it. Your smut. Your stupid, horny, Daddy obsessed fantasy. You slam the laptop shut, but it’s too late. He chuckles, soft and deep, and leans even closer. “Is that how you feel about me, kitten?”

You can’t look at him. Your heart’s hammering, a wild thing trapped in your ribs, and your mouth goes dry. “I - it’s just a story,” you mumble, barely audible, staring at the closed laptop like it might save you. “It doesn't mean anything.”

“Are you sure?” His voice dips, playful but edged with something heavier, something that makes your stomach flip. He slides a hand onto your shoulder and turns you to face him. His eyes are locked on yours, searching, a little amused, a little hungry. “If you really want me like that… maybe we could try. Just once. See if it’s as good as you’re imagining.”

Your brain short circuits. This can't be happening. He’s tugging you up from the chair, guiding you to the couch with that easy confidence he’s always had. You’re trembling, not from fear but from the sheer want that’s been festering in you for too long. He sits you down, knees nudging yours apart, and grins. “C’mon, naughty kitten. Let’s play.”

He starts slow, peeling your shirt up and tossing it aside like it’s nothing. His hands roam your skin — calloused fingertips dragging down your neck, dipping lower, tracing the edge of your bra before he unhooks it with a flick. You’re breathing too fast, dizzy with it, and he notices. “Nervous?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “Don’t be. Daddy’s got you.”

That word — Daddy — hits you with a thud, and you whimper, helpless. He chuckles again, sliding your shorts down, leaving you bare and squirming under his gaze. “Look at you,” he says, “Already so needy. Been thinking about this a while, huh?” His fingers tease along your inner thigh, feather light, maddening, until they brush that special place. “Oh, kitten. You’re soaked.”

He doesn’t rush it. He takes his time, stroking you open, one finger slipping inside just like you wrote — except this is real, and it’s so much sharper, so much more. Your hips jerk, chasing the pressure, and he hums approvingly. “That’s it. Take it all in.” A second finger joins the first, curling just right, and you’re gone. Your pussy clenches around him, a broken little moan spilling out as you finish way too fast. He doesn’t stop, though, just keeps moving, drawing it out until you’re shaking.

“Naughty little thing,” he teases, pulling his hand free and licking his fingers clean while you watch, dazed. “Taste as sweet as you look.” He’s undoing his belt now, and your eyes widen — he’s hard, thick, and you’re not sure you can take him, but god, you want to try. He catches your stare and grins. “Don’t worry, kitten. We’ll go slow.”

He eases into you, inch by inch, stretching you until you’re clutching his shoulders, nails digging in. It’s overwhelming, the heat of him, the weight, the way he fills you up. “Fuck,” he mutters, voice strained, “You’re tight. Fuck you feel so good.” He starts moving, steady but deep, and you’re moaning in time with every thrust, legs wrapping around him like you can’t get close enough. He leans down, lips grazing your jaw. “My naughty kitten. Taking Daddy so well.”

It’s not some grand, poetic climax — no, it's messy, desperate, real. You cum again, harder this time, and he follows right after, groaning low as he buries himself deep. You’re both panting as he brushes a sweaty strand of hair from your face, “better than your story?”

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♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 642

You never should’ve let him catch you. Your boyfriend is on the ground, coughing up blood. And he’s standing over him. His chest rises and falls slow, controlled, like he’s barely holding himself back from stomping your boyfriend’s skull into the pavement. "You fucking thought you could replace me?" You take a step back. It’s a mistake. His eyes snap to you.

He lunges. You gasp, heart lurching, body twisting to run— But he’s faster. A hand in your hair, yanking. "Where the fuck do you think you’re going?" Your feet stumble, body forced forward as he drags you. You try to reach for your boyfriend, try to fight— A sharp slap. Your ears ring. "You should be thanking me, baby," he murmurs. His grip tightens in your hair, forcing your head back. "I did you a fucking favor." You struggle—

And he’s dragging you toward the public bathroom. You thrash. "No—!" He shoves the door open. Throws you inside. You stumble, catching yourself against the sink, gasping. The door slams shut. Lock clicks. And then—silence. You turn. And he’s already there. Towering, blocking the only exit, shoulders broad, tense, shaking with barely restrained fury. "You really thought I was just gonna let you walk away?" You shake your head, tears blurring your vision. "Please—" A hand around your throat. Your hands fly up, gripping his wrist, trying to pry him off—

He doesn’t budge. "I fucking made you," he hisses, voice dripping with possessive rage. "Everything you are, everything you fucking have—it's because of me." His fingers squeeze. Your lungs burn. "And you think you can just—leave?" You struggle, gasping, body locking up— But he’s not done. Rough, bruising, uncaring. He shoves you against the mirror, chest pressing into your back, body pinning you down. You freeze. "You let him touch you, huh?" His hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back.

"Did he fuck you?" His other hand tears at your clothes. You scream. A sharp slap. Your vision blurs, cheek stinging. "Be fucking quiet." You sob, panic rising in your throat. His fingers dig into your hips, yanking your ass back against him. You can feel it—the heat of him, the hard press of his cock against your lower back. "I bet you let him do whatever he wanted, huh?" His hand shoves between your legs, cupping you through your underwear. "But he’ll never fuck you like I do." Tears streak your cheeks. "Please—don’t—" He laughs. "Oh, you don’t want it?" A sharp rip of fabric. Your panties are gone. He shoves his fingers inside you.

"So fucking wet, baby," he murmurs, voice dark, mocking. You sob, struggling. "You fucking missed this, didn’t you?" You shake your head, a desperate whimper escaping. A sharp slap to your ass. You gasp. "Lying little slut." His fingers pull out. And then— You feel it. The heat of his cock pressing against you. "No—no, please, don’t—!" He thrusts inside. No warning. No preparation. Just pain. You scream. He groans, deep, guttural, satisfied.

"Fuck, baby—so fucking tight—" His hands grip your hips, nails digging into bruised skin. And then—he moves. Brutal. Violent. Uncaring. Your body jolts with each thrust, forehead slamming against the mirror, teeth biting into your bottom lip to keep from screaming. "You thought you could get away?"

His teeth sink into your shoulder, claiming you. "Mine." His pace turns frantic, erratic, desperate. His grip on your hips tightens, bruising, leaving fingerprints. "Fucking take it." You feel it—the heat of him, the way his cock twitches inside you, how his grip tightens. "Gonna fill you up, baby." Your eyes widen. "No—!" Too late. He slams into you one last time— And cums. A hot flood inside you, thick, claiming, marking. Then— A kiss. Soft. Gentle. Pressed against your tear-streaked cheek. "I told you," he whispers, "You’ll never fucking leave me."

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Death Note: Light Yagami

Demon Slayer: Muzan Kibutsuji, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Rui

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I'm Not That Kind of Talent: Demon Aru, Duke Illuster Starbe, Eduardo Deserte

Jujutsu Kaisen: Megumi Fushiguro, Naoya Zen'in, Ryōmen Sukuna, Suguru Geto

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Love and Deepspace: Caleb

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Aamon, Gusion, Granger, Ling

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One Punch Man: Amai Mask, Boros

Reverend Insanity: Fang Yuan

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