#Solo leveling x reader

[euphress]

WONDERWALL

yandere sung jinwoo x fem c-rank hunter reader jinwoo has always appreciated you and your kindness toward him, never having looked down upon him back when he was the weakest hunter known to man. you often ended up on the same quests, and you were always saving him. now, after a year apart, he finally gets to save you and-- oh, his feelings for you go far beyond appreciation now. warnings: violence, unhealthy relationships, stalking, out of character jinwoo probably, low-key not my best work but I haven't written in months so i'm getting my groove back

Jinwoo is not the man he once was. He is not the man he was a year ago, six months ago, not even the man he was yesterday.

He is the sole person in the universe that is not stuck at one set power level. No, rather, he grows stronger with each battle he fights, each punch he throws. Just a year ago, Jinwoo was known as the weakest hunter there ever was, an E-rank better suited to be the first F-rank if such a title existed.

He has yet to get reassessed, but judging by his recent victories and level-ups, he assumes he must be somewhere around A-rank or, more likely, S-rank by now. Still, C-rank dungeons were good enough to pay the bills for now (although barely), prevent him from raising suspicion given that he's still classed as an E-rank, and get some easy levels.

Jinwoo arrives at the meeting place for the gate he signed up to partake in. The moment the group of hunters waiting outside the gate is in his sights, his gaze snaps right to you. You, Y/N, the C-rank that somehow always ended up working alongside him back when he was helpless and vulnerable. When everyone told him to quit, that he was losing more than he was gaining, you simply stood at his side and watched after him when you were able, never once degrading or criticizing him for his weakness.

He walks closer, his expression cool and stoic, effortlessly disguising the thoughts that race through his mind. 'She's gotten even prettier. She looks tougher. How has she been?'

"L/N Y/N." He says, voice low and steady. His ice blue eyes bore into your own.

"Sung Jinwoo!" You exclaim, raising your eyebrows as you look the man up and down slowly. "When did you get so tall? Did I shrink? Please say I didn't shrink."

He blinks owlishly. "You didn't. I grew."

You sigh in relief, putting a hand dramatically to your chest. "Oh. Good. You'll be pleased to know that I worked on my swordsmanship a ton since we last met." You smile proudly, pointing your thumb toward the sword on your back. "I can protect you even better than old times."

'If only you knew,' Jinwoo thinks to himself as his lips tug just slightly upward. "Good news."

"Alright, everyone, listen up!" Calls the leader of this little team of E and C rank misfits, the only B rank among them. "This is a C-rank dungeon, so we shouldn't have any issue getting in and out of this thing as fast and painless as possible, alright? You, E-rank." He points a crooked finger at Jinwoo. "You can just carry the ration bags, yeah?"

You raise an eyebrow, watching as the leader and one other hunter approach Jinwoo and each hand him one backpack. He slings one onto his back and the other over his front. "Way harsh."

"I don't mind." He insists, completely cool and composed as per usual. Or, rather, as per his new usual. The Jinwoo you knew would've been blushing and sputtering by now, mumbling something about how he probably deserves this but it's still rude to be so open about it.

The group slowly begins to enter the gate, the leader at the front and everyone else following closely behind. You step through, your foot leaving the grass and dropping back down onto a cold stone floor. You look around, taking in your surroundings. It seems to be a castle-based dungeon, judging by the stone walls, stone floor, and blocked off medieval windows that litter either side of the room.

Jinwoo steps into the dungeon just behind you. He moves promptly to stand at your side instead. He casts a sideways glance at you, analyzing everything from your expression to the way your fingernails dig into your palms. He'd never felt any sort of attraction toward you back before he obtained the system, and now he can't help but feel that he must have been sorely blind. He admires your appearance silently, somewhat amazed that he'd never seen you in such a light before.

He doesn't have the luxury of checking you out for long, as he suddenly stiffens. "Left." He announces.

On cue, a gang of knight-type enemies emerge from an archway on the left, each equipped with a sword.

You don't hesitate before running toward one of them, swiping your sword off its hilt on your back and swinging it at the armored bastard. It ducks under your blade and thrusts its own forward, the sword stabbing into your shoulder.

"Ow!" You hiss, swinging your weapon upward to knock the knight's sword out of his hand. The second he's disarmed, you lunge forward, stabbing through the armor over his chest, the tip of the blade sticking out of his back. You pull it back and watch him fall forward, blood gushing from the wound you've inflicted.

Jinwoo's eyes narrow slightly as he stands back and observes you in battle. You, who once seemed so far ahead of him, now appear so amateur and juvenile when he compares you to himself.

He looks to his side as one of the knights run at him, sword raised. He raises one hand, prepared to fend off the pathetic excuse for an opponent, but suddenly you're rushing in front of him, slicing the knight's hand clean off and with it, the sword clatters to the ground. You let out a deep breath and look at him over your shoulder.

"Told you I've been practicing!" You boast.

"Hunter L/N!" Jinwoo blurts out, eyes locking onto the blade hovering above your head, a microsecond away from slicing you straight in half. He shoves you out of the way and catches the knight's sword mid-slice, holding it firmly in place as the poor little enemy tries to wrestle it from Jinwoo's too-strong grip.

You gasp for air, wide eyes taking in every scrap of what you're witnessing. "How..." Your voice falters and trails off into silence.

Jinwoo flings the knight back with little effort. He rips it's sword from its hand and spears it through the neck. He drops the weapon the moment the foolish knight draws its last breath and returns his attention to you. "Fight with your back to a wall when you can." He says. "Don't turn your back to an enemy, if you can help it."

"I know that." You protest, looking away in embarrassment.

"Do you?"

"Hey!" You huff. "...I see you've been practicing too."

Looking around, Jinwoo notices that the rest of the group has successfully fended off the remaining knights. Satisfied with the current level of safety, he steps toward you and puts a hand on your shoulder. When you inhale sharply and flinch, he furrows his brows.

"Is there a healer here?" He asks, his question directed at everyone but his eyes locked solely on you.

"Over here!" A sweet girl calls from across the room. She hurries over, holding out both her hands.

A wave of magical energy emits from the C-rank healer's palms, sending a cooling sensation through your injured arm and slowly but surely closing the wound.

You look at Jinwoo. "You don't have to hold me. I can support my own weight." You assure him.

"What?" He asks, looking down at your waist. Sure enough, he's got one arm hooked around it, holding you up unnecessarily. His pale cheeks flush the subtlest of pinks as he pulls away. "Sorry."

"All good?" The leader asks, walking over with the rest of the group in tow. "There are two arches, I'm thinking we head left, where those assholes came from. I assume--"

"Go right." Jinwoo interrupts. "I... have a hunch the boss is that way."

"Right, like we'd listen to an E-rank. No offense, man, but I'm not gonna take survival advice from the weakest hunter of all mankind." The leader frowns, nodding his head to the left. "Let's go."

The rest of the group begins to file down the left hall. You step forward to do the same, but you're stopped by Jinwoo's grasp on your wrist.

You look over your shoulder at him.

He shakes his head. "Don't. They're wrong. We have to go right."

Before you can process his words, let alone respond, you hear a series of screams coming from the left hall. You flinch and hold your sword tighter. "What the hell--"

"I warned them." He tugs you into the right hall.

It feels as though you've been walking forever when finally you come up on a large gated door.

Jinwoo glares forward as the gate slowly lifts. He twists the door handle once it's properly exposed and steps inside. You silently follow.

Inside the room awaits a ginormous, beetle-esque creature, clinging to the ceiling. You shudder and readjust to hold your weapon with two hands rather than one, bending your knees as you eye the grotesque bug. "Stay back, I'll--"

Before you can so much as blink, there's a flash of blue lightning and in the next second, the beetle's head has been sliced clean off and Jinwoo is crouched over it's fallen, bloody corpse, wielding a jagged blade you're positive he wasn't wielding a second ago.

"Hunter Sung," You gawk, completely and utterly stunned. "You- I mean, how- I don't understand! That wasn't an E-rank move at all! I mean, I'm C-rank and I would've struggled against that thing! And you did it with those heavy ass backpacks on!?"

He approaches you, cocking his head to the side. He walks with confidence, indifferent about the blood that stains his face and clothing. "Just been practicing."

"Practicing my ass! Are you a false ranker?" You ask, suddenly finding yourself weary of him as you step back. "If that's the case, why did you let yourself get destroyed all the time back then? Did you have a second awakening?"

"Relax." He says, eyes softening just a touch as he gazes upon you. "We're even now. You saved me several times, and now I've saved you twice here today."

You scoff. "Don't dance around the question."

"What question?" He retorts without a fraction of emotion on his face. He then walks past you and starts going back the way you came. When his back is to you, he smiles a bit. He amuses himself. You amuse him even more.

Once you're back in the room you arrived in to begin with, you falter in your steps and look at the left archway. "We should go see what they ran into. Make sure they handled it okay."

Jinwoo doesn't turn around yet. 'Why?' He thinks to himself bitterly. 'Who cares?'

"They're dead. There were more knights waiting that way and judging by how immediate their screams were, they got ambushed and were unprepared for the battle." He says, reluctantly glancing over his shoulder at you as he waits in front of the gate.

"What!?"

He shrugs and shuts his eyes. He then opens them once more and steps through the gate. You stand back, conflicted, before shaking your head and following him.

"How can you stand there and act so... so..." You sputter, determined to continue the conversation when you emerge from the portal and hit the grass.

"If a B-rank hunter and several C-ranks couldn't survive a C-rank dungeon, how is that my fault?" He counters, finally turning around to face you.

"We should've followed them if you knew what was waiting for them." You argue. "If you're... whatever you are now, you could've helped."

"They shouldn't have to rely on my assistance. I'm only an E-rank, after all." Jinwoo narrows his eyes.

You wince and avert your gaze. "It is kind of insane that they died so easily in a low ranked dungeon. But if you hadn't been here, do you think I..."

"Yes. I think you'd have gone down with them. You're much better with your swordsmanship than you were when we last met, but you're still the same rank." He brushes his hair out of his face.

"So you admit that you've changed ranks, then?" You ask.

He sighs and steps closer to you. He leans in until your noses nearly bump. "I could... explain over dinner."

You fight to keep your jaw from dropping. In what world is this a good time to make a pass? In what world does Jinwoo make a pass at anyone, for that matter?

"Yeah... I'll pass. I liked you better when you were weak, Jinwoo. That version of you would've cared about what happened to our team in there and you know it." You turn on your heel and walk away.

He doesn't make any move to stop you.

New Quest! Follow Y/N. Failure to complete this quest will result in a penalty.

[circeyoru]

Imagine: Solo Leveling x Kpop Demon Hunters

Long ago, when the world was still at peace. Humans went about their daily lives, being born and dying when their time came. The Rulers of the skies watched over the reincarnation of souls, and the Monarchs of the underworld watched over the judgment of souls. Neither ever set foot into the human realm and neither did anything to upset this balance. Until the Monarchs found a way for their powers to grow stronger―consumption of human souls. So the Monarchs crossed through their realms to the human realm to devour any and all human souls they came across, the Rulers sent their warriors to defend and protect the humans, but their forces were never enough.

When the Monarchs grew to what appeared to be the peak of their powers, one among them betrayed the world and cut down the other Monarchs in cold blood. That Monarch’s name would soon bring terror to all who know the history that came with his fame―Ashborn, the Shadow Monarch in charge of the souls eternally. However, with the other eight Monarchs defeated and fallen, Ashborn absorbed them into his being and became the singular entity ruling over the Monarchs’ remaining soldiers and subjects. The transfer made Ashborn stronger and practically invincible, yet it was a change that left him vulnerable. 

In that crucial moment of exhaustion and weakness, the Rulers acted and sent Ashborn back to the Underworld, this time creating a barrier to keep him and the demons he ruled over from entering the human realm. Before the Rulers returned the world to its original form, they blessed heroes who would defend humanity from the demons, individuals who would be born with voices that could drive back the darkness―singing songs of courage and hope, igniting souls and bringing people together. With this connection, the barrier that is the impenetrable shield against the demons would be maintained and strengthened.

Every generation, a new trio of Hunters is chosen to fulfil this ultimate duty of protecting, maintaining, and strengthening the Gate. Then at its pinnacle, each generation has to turn the Gate into a Golden Gate to buy more tell for the generation to prepare to takeover. As humans will control to die and souls will inevitably be sent to the Underworld to be judged before reincarnation, so Ashborn could always grow stronger. Yet, after the Gate was established, the situation had been less severe. Though, the Rulers and Hunters are always prepared should Ashborn decide to strike.

▶ The Fans of Huntrix

“Lady Hae-In’s my favourite! She’s the visual and lead dancer. Nobody can move like our lady!”

“Apparently, she was called {The Dancer} before finding her talent in music. Her family called her the black sheep for not following their path.”

“I don’t know why they’re still that fussy, because she’s so cool. Who else could make those awesome moves live? Even movies use stuntmen!”

“Yeah. She’s our role model.”

“She’s the best. Love her.”

“We’re here for Joohee!”

“She’s the rapper and lyricist.”

“She grew up here, in Korea! Somewhere in Busan.”

“She’s the cutest manknae.”

“But when she raps, she goes hard.”

“She gets real scary. So scary, like ‘you better watch out’ scary.”

“We love Reader!!!”

“She’s pop-star royalty and mystery!! Calling herself ‘Reader’ but the lead singer!”

“Uh-huh! She named herself ‘Reader’ cause she wanted to protect her only family member from fame, but who wouldn’t be proud of all she did? Ahhh!”

“Reader’s voice is just incredible. Like…”

“It brings us to tears!”

“Huntrix’s taking a break, and they need it, but we’re gonna miss them so much!”

▶ HUNTR/X

Up in the air, a plane flew over the stadium as the people inside enjoyed their time over snacks and chatter. Those people were none other than the trio of singers blessed with the voice of angels tasked to fight against the forces of Ashborn’s attempts to take more human souls.

“Okay, our biggest show yet. Oh, the nerves are coming.” You shivered in your seat, scrolling through your phone, smiling softly at the fans’ comments. A bag of chips was thrown in your face and fell on top of your phone. You raised your head and eyed the culprit, Hae-In pointed to the one sitting by her side looking innocent. “Oh, it’s on.”

Joohee laughed as you threw the bag at her, catching it and then opening it to shove down a mouthful. “Gotta get our energy, right, Lady Dancer?”

Hae-In sipped on her bubble tea like royalty from a cup, even using a spoon to scoop up the pearls to chew on them. “Stop with the nicknames… And yeah, definitely need our energy.”

Joohee pouted, “Come on, you called me Sunshine. The fans love the nicknames thing. Besides,” She came to your side, feeding you a chip while you gave her a look with a raised brow. “We gotta match our Reader here as well! Stage names for everyone!”

You rolled your eyes, enjoying all this chaos as you all snacked. You were the unappointed leader of the group since you were the lead singer. You three were brought together by Go Gunhee to be the Hunters protecting the world, also trained by him to fight the demons that would slip through the cracks to bring back more souls and power to Ashborn. Still, you three made quite a team.

The cool and serious Cha Hae-In always arranged the choreography for each song; her passion for it was always a marvel for you. When together, her icy nature would break and join in on the chaos, breaking free from the restrictions her family moulded her into. She was easily the caretaker of the group when the situation called for it, always remaining calm and collected. Well, in most cases.

The bubbly and outgoing Lee Joohee wrote the lyrics for each song, her mind always overflowing with ideas and words strung into lines, making songs easily when inspiration struck. She was always the extroverted one who connected your group with the fans, sometimes leaking songs or appearing in public. Not that you all minded too much, since it was done in moderation.

And then there was you. The one who sang the most and the face of the group, your voice stood out the most that you became the lead. You always found the right rhythms and pitches that fans love catching on to. You were like a nice blend of Hae-In and Joohee, never too serious and never too bubbly. Fans would have believed if you were the one taking care of the group dynamic, but you had your fair share of moments.

Your phone rang just as you all were prepared to devour your cup noodles. Turns out, your manager, Woo Jinchul was calling. You all leaned in as you answered, “Hey, Mister Bossy.”

Jinchul’s voice came over the line before you all could see his face from the video call, “Don’t call me. Argh. Stop pushing me! Give me back my phone!”

A view of the fans made you all smile, “We love you, Huntrix!!”

“We love you too.” You all waved.

“Give me that.” Jinchul finally got his phone back. His face showed up, “Where are you all? Why are you late?”

“Late?” Your head tilted while your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Fifty thousand fans are waiting for you three. They made signs and everything that’s hitting me.” Jinchul’s point was demonstrated when a sign indeed bonked his head then another glowstick was thrown at him. “How can you all be late? I swear, your pre-show snacking are getting cancelled next time. You can’t even show up on time.”

Joohee chuckled, not even hiding it. Hae-In and you snickered, trying your best not to laugh as respect for your poor manager. But all your attention snapped when you heard the most important detail.

“Oh no you don’t!” Joohee exclaimed. 

“No one cancels our pre-show snack.” Even Hae-In was fired up.

“Please don’t do that. We need our calories.” You tried to negotiate.

“Well, from the looks of thing, you won’t even make it to the show.” Jinchul gave you a look.

You glanced out the plane and saw that your plane was indeed flying away from your show. You glanced over to the cabin crew, one watering a plate with coffee, and another was smiling weirdly while failing to buckle in the seatbelt. You told Jinchul deadpannly, “We’ll be there in three.”

“Let’s do this.” Hae-In played on the Gate’s ripples to form her trusty long sword.

“My dangmyeon’s waiting!!” Joohee squealed as she materialized her staff.

“Oh, wait wait.” You paused the fighting, you got close to the stewardess, holding up a photo of a young boy. “Have you seen this boy in the demon world? Or, Underworld.”

▶ Shadow, The Demon Boy Band

In the Underworld, Ashborn punished the demons who were lucky to survive the plane battle with the Huntrix team. He devoured the fortunate demons with his shadows and sighed, tapping his finger on his throne’s armrest before growling at the rest of the cowering demons and beastly spirits alike, “Pathetic! Useless! All of you! This is the perfect time! Before that inferno Gate turns gold!”

The singular notes of a bipa caught everyone’s attention that even Ashborn’s gaze shifted to the individual atop a shrine gate. He played his instrument and sung, “There once was a mighty Monarch who triumphed over all.” He paused and told them, “Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.” He continued, “He was in total control. He feasted on and on. The world trembled when he walked.” 

He floated down, joining his tiger that waited for him below. In the eerie silence, the crowd of demons and beasts cleared a path for the brave being daring to step up and speak when their ruler was enraged.

“But then the Rulers came and sent him back to the depths, even blessing some humans to keep him there. Now he slaves away, judging souls, never able to feast on them for power thanks to the blessed human’s protection. The glory days were just history, whispers in the dark.” His bipa played and he sang, “And will he let that fear fade away? Is this the end of him now? Dying ruler with a crumbling crown? Will he let himself be chained up?”

Ashborn warned with a scowl, “I gave you that look and power, Jinwoo. And you dare mock me with it?”

Jinwoo stood his ground as he bowed before Ashborn, “I’m not here to mock you. I’m here to repay you for all you have done for me.” He raised his head to meet Ashborn’s gaze. “It’s time for a new strategy. We fight the Hunters where they least expect it.” Four more figures with monstrous features approached and stood behind Jinwoo, “Go after the very thing that powers the Gate.” They all took a pose, “The fans.”

“A demon boy band?” Ashborn questioned. There was a brief moment of silence that made the onlookers glance at each other nervously. Meanwhile, Jinwoo and his crew maintained their poses with all seriousness. Ashborn laughed aloud, yet none could share his humour since none knew if it was genuine or not, so all stayed quiet. “What makes you think that could work?”

At the Monarch’s suspicion, Jinwoo’s fingers snapped. He and all the other’s appearance all took on a more humane look with too much sass.

“Yeah, totally gonna work.”

“100%.”

The various Shadows and demons nodded in agreement.

Ashborn turned back to Jinwoo who was standing in the middle of the crew and being the pitcher of this idea, “Okay. I know you, Jinwoo. In all these years, you’ve never done anything to return to the human world. Always obedient, always the perfect… Shadow. What changed?”

Jinwoo grimaced. The memories of his time as a human were filled with joy and sorrow, but more so regret and ugliness since he could never see his friends and family again. If he were to live forever under Ashborn’s command, he’d rather… “My memories when I was human. I want them erased.”

Ashborn’s eyes narrowed. Humming in thought as he stared down Jinwoo, but then he relented and waved his clawed armoured hand, “Fine. As you wish. Do your part and I’ll do mine.”

▶ The Boy In the Photo

“You need to stop with that search, it’s been years.” Hae-In spoke as you all exited the elevator.

“Like 20 years? You’re 20, 30 something?” Joohee chuckled, “Wow, time sure flies.”

You sighed as you pulled out the same photo you used when you asked the demons on the plane. “But I at least want some closure, you know?”

“He your crush?” Hae-In raised a brow at you with a smirk.

“Oh, childhood friend troupe? I love those! Then there’ll be some other guy that comes along and test your love! Ooo!!” Joohee waved her fist in front of her chest at the scenarios she kept listing.

“It’s not like that… But he was a childhood friend of mine. Long before I met Chairman Go and you guys, I thought I gotten over it but…” You eyed the picture in your hand. You remembered vividly, that day when you were still a child, ignorant of the shadows and demons from the other side.

The young you and he were playing in the park when the winds picked up and a thundercloud was rolling in. You will wanted to play longer and you dragged him along as well. Then it rained, heavily. You two took shelter under a giant tree’s hole when he was burning up, likely catching a cold from the soaked clothes and the winds. He couldn’t move, so you went to get help. When you got back, he was gone. You screamed his name over and over, you weren’t even aware when demons were gunning for an ambush on you. You had awakened, then Chairman Go stepped in and protected you. You remembered crying on his back while you were carried away from that tree, your teary eyes never leaving that spot until it was gone from sight. A trick of the light, a lightning flashing, the shadows shifted.

“I need to find him or some news before we pass the baton to the next generation…” You collapsed on the giant couch. “Ughh… Couch~~”

Hae-In and Joohee shared a look before following your lead and collapsing on the couch near you, careful not to hit you or slap you.

“We still have time. And it wasn’t your fault.”

“Yeah, also, Chairman’s training them still.”

“Who’d figure the next generation of Hunters came sooner than expected?”

You hummed, your fingers relaxed, the photo slipping and falling to the ground. “We might not even need to make the Golden Gate before we leave the spotlight...”

▶ Jinu the Shadow

Your eyes opened as you sensed footsteps nearby. You looked up and saw a man staring down at you. With a jerk and wake-up call, you immediately got up and brushed away stray grass on your clothes, you glared at the man, “Why are you just staring at me?”

“I was staring at the tree.” The man deadpannedly answered, “You were just in the way.”

“You could have said something instead of staring…” You muttered. What were the chances that the only time you went to this tree that someone was interested in it as well? You’ve never seen other people walking over to the tree specifically, some walking by, but never stopping to stare at it. “I can leave you to staring at the tree then.”

The man didn’t respond.

As you walked past the man, you felt the shadows shifting that brought chills to your being. You summoned your weapon and pointed it at the man. “You’re not human.” You watched as the man turned around calmly, raising his hands in the air. You glared, “What’s your business here, demon.”

“First off, there’s a difference. Demon and Shadows.” The man used his finger to push away your weapon in his face. “Second, I’m not here to steal souls today. And third, that’s none of your business.”

You were this close to swiping the weapon in his smug face, but you were a patient and just person, so you only held onto your weapon as a warning not to try anything. “Fine. I’ll believe you just this once.”

The man rolled his eyes, “Wow, thanks.” Yet, his gaze softened when you looked around to see if anyone was near. The answer was no since he made sure of that before he approached you. “So what’s a Hunter doing here all by her lonesome?”

“None of your business.” You used his own words against him.

“Touché.” The man hummed, “I’ll tell you about Shadows and demons if you promise to answer me.”

You eyed him, “How can I trust you? You could be lying. And why don’t I just ask my trusted sources?”

The man grinned, “Perfect, you can verify with your trusted sources. Here goes.” The man continued without waiting for your agreement, “You know about the nine Monarchs from the past, how they wreaked havoc on the humans, then Ashborn betrayed them and took the throne. So, Shadows are Ashborn’s personal forces and demons are all those soldiers left behind by the other Monarchs, get it?”

“Which one are you?”

“Shadow. I’m a Shadow…” The man spoke with a solemn expression. “So why are you here? Without the rest of your group?”

“You guys, Shadows or demons, really don’t keep up with the times…” You shook your head in disappointment. How were they supposed to blend in if they did things that just screamed they weren’t human to your Hunters? “If you don’t know, Huntrix just finished our world tour, so we’re resting. Just because we’re a team doesn’t mean we stick together like glue.”

“Right…”

“Oh, since you’re from down under,” You pulled out the photo and showed it to him, “Have you seen him in the Underworld? I was told he was the one human kidnapped by Ashborn.”

The man flinched at the picture, his eyes widened. “Why… why do you want to know?”

You glanced at him, “Oh, no reason. I… I feel like I owe it up to him for being the reason he’s gone. That’s all.”

“So guilt?” A flash of sadness clouded his eyes, but you never noticed. A bitter smile on his face as he kept up appearances.

There was no reason to tell this stranger―Shadow―the real reason you wanted to search for him. “Yeah, you can put it that way. It’s really my fault.”

The man swiped the photo out of your hand and scoffed, “He looks like a baby. Weak and pathetic. Why would a talented person like you want something like him?” He leaned close, caging you against the tree. “Why not turn your attention elsewhere?”

Your temper flared as you pushed him to the ground without thinking, “Don’t say that about Jinwoo!” You pointed your weapon between his eyes, demonic and glowing from your actions, but he didn’t act out. You glared down at him, “Jinwoo’s the sweetest and kindest person ever. You don’t get to say that about him! You know nothing!”

“Huh,” The man smirked, “Well, I can say that he’s gone. No one remembers him and no one will. So why not forget him?” His hand gripped onto your weapon, “By the way, I’m Jinu.”

◈ Reader (aka ‘You’)

Playing from Kpop Demon Hunters’ HUNTR/X

You are the lead singer of the trio, also the main fighter or strategist when it came to fighting demons. Your name was more common when it came to the music and entertainment industry due to your history and family background as the child of a famous singer and songwriter. While you can do both really well, you opted to let Joohee write the lyrics with you as the editor and second opinion

Your goal as a Hunter is to maintain the Gate before the next generation of Hunters is ready to take over your team’s place and you three will step down. You are mostly anxiety of that happening sooner since Chairman Go had been updating you with their progress and it was good and smooth. You’ve met the next generation members and they were little bundles of joy that wanted to get through training to join you on stage to sing before you left. You had been using demon hunting to search for your childhood crush Sung Jinwoo who you learned was taken by Ashborn to be his successor, so you wanted to rescue him from that fate before it’s too late (it’s too late)

From young, your powers awakened the earliest and you trained the most under Chairman Go before Hae-In and Joohee joined you. Your parents dying in an accident let Chairman Go take you in and be your guardian was a good excuse for the public since you were a child of great interest to the public and media. While sadden, you learned to move on quickly when another person close to your heart was threatened, so you trained as fast and best as you could

Chairman Go informed you about Ashborn’s betrayal and takeover from the outset, including the truth about what happened with Jinwoo’s kidnapping. However, you never thought there was a difference between the demons and Shadows until Jinwoo/Jinu informed you. You confirmed it with Chairman Go and he had his reservations since he too wasn’t sure about it so he never told you voiced it as well

When Hae-In and Joohee joined, learning about that history and Jinwoo, they were your supporters through and through. They became your best girls and friends you could share everything with. This friendship and close bond helped since you all were to live together andd fight together on the battlefield. Chairman Go always expressed how relieved he was when you three ended up bonding well, since all three of you came from very different backgrounds

Your meeting with Jinu was by chance under that tree and that spot where you knew Jinwoo disappeared. You thought it was Jinwoo at first since Jinwoo disappeared when he was a kid, by now he’d be an adult like you. But with the words Jinu spoke, you got ashamed that you’d compare him with Jinwoo who was a sweetheart

◈ Cha Hae-In

Playing from Kpop Demon Hunters’ HUNTR/X

Hae-In is the one that teaches you and Joohee how to dance and the like. She arranges the dance and clothing for the group, even going as far as to the hairstyle if the mood calls for it

She came from a family of elite sports players; famous football player, runner, tennis player, etc. She was on the road to be a track star, but she had more talent in dancing. Chairman Go saw that and recruited her to be a part of HUNTR/X (and a Hunter). Her family was against it since it go against her family’s legacy, but Hae-In accepted so she was dubbed―by her family―as the black sheep

Took a while before she opened up to you and Joohee, since she thought she needed to keep up with a cool and collected persona―as it was expected of her before. But when she saw you two enjoy yourself and even childishly complaining about the littlest things, she slowly loosened up as well

◈ Lee Joohee

Playing from Kpop Demon Hunters’ HUNTR/X

Originally thought of using another character to better fit as ‘Zoey’ but then decided to just not

Joohee appears as normal as can be when compared to you and Hae-In, she does have an undermining insecurity with her spot and thinks she could be replaced. Though you and Hae-In reassured her of her place by their side as the one to right the lyrics to the songs and she was the one who raps the best, and the fans proves it

She is a chaotic ball of energy that brings out the bold side of you all. Always mediating and breaking tension with jokes and smiles

◈ Sung Jinwoo

Playing from Kpop Demon Hunters’ Saja Boys

Jinwoo is the ‘leader’ of Shadow the boy band and the unspoken successor of Ashborn, though that was not common knowledge as only Ashborn and the Shadows know about it. He and everyone else only knows he is the vessel to be sacrificed when Ashborn enters the human realm in order to wreak havoc and fest on souls to gain power

Has a bit of inferior-complex with his weaker self. Doesn’t like that side/part of him to be brought to the surface by anyone. Very insecure about that since he was mentally beaten down by Ashborn in his earlier days in the Underworld

He has been your biggest fan since your little singing performances when little and after your debut. He secretly visits the human realm to see you from time to time, even stealing phones to listen to your tracks, interviews, public greetings, and everything else in between. Even though he was punished everytime he was found out, he still continues doing that because you were his light in the darkness

Only offered to ‘change strategies’ because he overheard you complaining to thin air that you might retire soon because another group of Hunters would take the stage. He didn’t want you to disappear from the spotlight, so he proposed that plan to get close to you and confess

He isn’t aware you were searching for him all these years since every time you question the demons, he was never on-site. So when he was asked by you about his younger self, his inferiority took over and he lied about being ‘Jinu’

Beat himself up when he was alone about how he treated you. Wanted to correct it but by then it appeared as if you two were enemies and he had offended you with himself on the line. (dummy)

The enemy arc doesn’t last as long since he comes clean after the little battle in the bathhouse. He hugged you so tightly that he didn’t want to let you go and you didn’t too. From then on, he brings you to dates as much as he can

Even tried to convince you not to retire, saying that he could drag on this demon boy band distraction. Wanting to use the Idol awards to show only you (and the other two girls) can defeat him and his gang, showcasing that you (three) can’t be replaced by the next generation

You revealed to him that he wasn’t some sacrifice and that he was the next in line to be the Monarch overseeing the Underworld. Jinwoo has a moment of confusion and disbelief since nothing about the time in the Underworld pointed to that being a fact

Though, he was treasured by the Shadows, never always in front of the demons. When he was, the demons were wary and obedient to him after his transformation. Perhaps there was truth to your words. You wouldn’t be lying to him about something so important

He does question Ashborn and confirm it’s true

◈ Yoo Jinho

Not referencing to any characters of Kpop Demon Hunters

Jinho is Jinwoo’s trusty brother, a human manager and sponsor to the Shadow group

He was once an advid fan of HUNTR/X and always supporting the live shows and whatever merch was released in record time. He even has a whole room dedicated to HUNTR/X related items to showcase them all. After all, it was HUNTR/X’s music that got them through the harder times in life

In fact, he actually wanted to become the manager or at least some staff member that would cater to HUNTR/X in anyway and studied all by himself. However, seeing Woo Jinchul take the spot and serving HUNTR/X so well, he humbly backed down, thinking only the best for his idols

On one particular night (when Jinwoo was surveying the human realm after meeting you), Jinho got a bit too intoxicated since he was saddened by HUNTR/X’s little break from the tour but understand it. He was ganged up, but before his attackers could do anything, Jinwoo came in and saved him. Thinking nothing of it and wanting to repay him, Jinho invited Jinwoo into his home and told him to make himself comfortable, then he crashed

Things happened and Jinho offered to be Jinwoo’s group’s manager when he learned that Jinwoo wanted to debut with his boy band. He managed to secure a studio, a backstage team, and everything else that would guarantee Jinwoo’s group’s successful debut

Jinho and Jinwoo bonded over their shared interest and admiration to HUNTR/X and their songs, while Jinwoo never revealed his true identity, they both shared that it was HUNTR/X and their music that helped them power through the tough times

◈ Go Gunhee

Playing from Kpop Demon Hunters

The Chairman doesn’t act like Celine in the movie, but adopts a more fatherly or grandfather than spoils his grandchildren type of vibe with you and the other two girls, as well as the next generation Hunters

He never hesitates to answer your questions or inquiries, thinking that they would help you and that that was better than hiding the truth when you were fighting for the safety and prosperity of the world. Whenever you had a problem or issue, he usually advices you to seek help or step back and think a bit, never to rush in and regret later

As a human blessed by the Rulers, he can hold his own against demons and Shadows. He had long figured there was a difference between the beings that tried to take the human souls, but never could justify it. That’s why he always taught you three to only act and kill when the entities you were facing were ‘demons’ and not Shadows. Since he had some revelation that Ashborn and the Shadows had been protecting the humans in secret, hence the betrayal and takeover

He’s a bit overprotective of you since you lost your parents since young then your best friend (crush), even being pushed into a role of protecting the world and fighting off soul stealing beings. He tries to produce the next generation of Hunters quickly so that you could enjoy a life of rest and relaxation, not burdened or pressured with responsibility a young girl would never have

◈ Woo Jinchul

Playing from Kpop Demon Hunters

While not act as goofy, Jinchul is responsible and caring in his own way. He was personally recruited by Chairman Go to be HUNTR/X’s manager and knows about their real identities, but never shying away from that role requested of him. Even though he is only human with nothing special to boost himself

In a sense, he has watched you three grow as idols and band. Being the perfect person to watch over and cover for you three when Chairman Go can’t. He long gotten over with the fact of deal with all three of your chaotic natures when it came to food and celebrations that he never saw a reason for. Yet, he doesn’t stop you three but silently thanks you three for all the hard work

◈ Ashborn

Playing from Kpop Demon Hunters

While not really the villain of the story, he does portray that image to Jinwoo in order to trick him and the other demons. He had his Shadows overseeing the barrier over the Underworld to limit the demons to the human realm, he had the Shadows let demons go to the human realm to keep up with appearances, but his Shadows never step foot in the human realm, so none of the beings HUNTR/X fought and killed were Shadows (hence them not knowing the differences and Chairman Go’s subtle teachings weren’t needed)

He had been waiting for Jinwoo to act and reunite with his crush for the longest time that he made more requests for souls to speed it up. He nearly had to shout in Jinwoo’s face to stop moping around and go to the human realm. Luckily Jinwoo proposed the idea first, it was amusement at its finest since some of the top Shadows were forced invited to be in his boy band

Had 100000% enjoyed himself when Bellion, Igris, Beru, and Tusk were acting as humans singing and dancing by Jinwoo’s side

Only called Jinwoo back when he finally confessed he was really Jinwoo and not Jinu and pressured him a bit to put up a front, but mostly to hurry up with another truth. His feelings to you

His villainous persona only dropped when Jinwoo’s true identity was revealed by you and Jinwoo went to him to confirm it as truth. He immediately went to gossip mode, wanting all the details about his beloved successor’s love life―imagine a nosy father or a gossip buddy

When he meets you, already treats you like a daughter-in-law. Just has issues with Chairman Go and always headbutts him in any little thing

Extra Characters

Tusk as Derpy―Instead of a tiger, it’s a blue bear

Kaisel as Sussie―Instead of a magpie, it’s a tiny wyvern

Bellion as Abby Saja―the muscles, fight me

Igris as Romance Saja

Beru as Mystery Saja―it’s cause of his kekekekeke, like Mystery barking

Tusk as Baby Saja

Ending

No, Jinwoo won’t be sacrificing himself and Ashborn doesn’t come to the human realm

The Idol Awards happen without the drama and betrayal

Since was premiered and performed live as scheduled (it was released after Shadow debuted), the song wasn’t performed then

Song rundown during the Idol Awards: *other bands’ songs* → → → *remaining bands’s song* →

The final song was for the winner’s spot and it was revealed early on to all involved so HUNTR/X could prepare another song

Nothing major changed, but you have Jinwoo as your boyfriend and you two continue to date in secret before some fans found out and it was announced publicly. Jinwoo slowly took over as the Shadow Monarch while Ashborn assisted, you and your girls continued to kill off any demons that cause harm in the human world

The End~

Note: Haha. I fell down the rabbit hole as well... Oops... These songs have been looping in my head and playlist for a while. I kid you not, the first time I heard Jinu's name, I was like Jinwoo???? Both's like black hair and ahhh. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this~ A little imagine and dabble that I wanted to do.

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[redrrem]

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!!

[mullermilkshake]

Half life, half chance

Part 37 <- Part 38 -> Part 39

Jinwoo takes a chance.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fen Dead!reader Tags - Graphic depictions of Violence/Blood/Murder, Angst, Hurt, Grieving/Loss, Knives, Cremator, Threats

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“What do you mean, half life?” Jinwoo stared off right through him, feeling his legs give out a little.

“I mean she’ll come back, but she’ll be half the person she was. They all come back differently… some talk, some don’t. Others, they just walk around aimlessly, or they might do basic stuff. It all depends- oh, and they don't react well ter healers, so don't bother tryin'.”

“What do you-“

“They were never s’pose to exist again. Healing them after won’t work. Death won’t let yer cheat it that easily.” He rubbed his hands together again, and waited for Jinwoo’s response. “So? Yer want a day with ‘er, or longer?”

“You said you could bring her back…”

That’s where hope fucking got him.

“I can, just not how everyone wants. There’s always an expectation, that’s why I stopped doin’ this. I only came because the preppy boy paid me to come help ya.” 

As soon as Jinwoo saw his aura fluctuate, he grabbed his hands and pulled him away. “I want her back for good. Not a day, not as a fucking zombie, a person, who she was before she died.”

What was the difference in making you a shadow? At least being a shadow, he had a chance in helping you gain your speech back, you’d still be able to hold your children. You’d still have some sort of personality.

“Full, perfect things come at a cost, I aint willin’ to give that up for someone I don’t know.”

“What is the sacrifice?” 

His life for yours? In a heartbeat. 

“To give life, the reaper gotta take it away. It’s my ability, so my life is on the line.” Seok pulled out his tissue and wiped his nose again, sniffling in the misty cold of the storage room. “So I’ll tell yer what I told everyone else that asked what yer askin’... grieve and lay the dead to rest, or you’ll regret even askin’.”

“But…” 

“You either wake ‘er up and say goodbye, or let her go. Those are yer options. So decide. I’m getting paid fer this either way, makes no odds to me.”

“If it’s your life that has to be taken in order for her to come back, then that’s what you’ll do.”

“Sorry?”

“If you don’t, I’ll kill you and bring her back myself… either way, I win, and she lives.”

“Go ahead and threaten m’life, boy. You ain’t the first to try yer luck on me. It won’t work, so make yer decision and be a man. Just let her go.”

“No.”

The room fell dangerously silent between the two men, the background humming pumped cold air into the room with mist mixing with their own breaths. The pause was stiff, agonisingly deadly to the point this place would be a tomb entirely. Seok’s final resting place at Jinwoo’s hands.

“You’ll end up hurtin’ yerself.” Seok rubbed his hands together again after. “But who am I to tell yer what to do?”

Seok’s aura came out like magenta flames from his fingers, engulfing your body like a blanket. You neither moved nor breathed from what Jinwoo could see. Seok gritted his teeth, hands stiff and shaking until they dropped at his sides, nose bleeding and dripping down his lips.

“Nah, there’s nothin’ there to bring back. Whatever there was, it’s gone.” Taking the tissue out, he dabbed his nose lazily until it was clean.

“You didn’t even fucking try…” Jinwoo snatched the man by the cuff of his dull coat, his knuckles going over white. “I said to heal her fully. Not partially!”

“Yer putin’ yerself in a world ‘a hurt, boy. Don’t do it.” Seok’s expression remained emotionless, a little blood seeping from his nostril again.

“Heal her fully, or I’ll end your life right here. It won’t take long, so don’t piss me off and waste my time more than you already have….”

”Good luck.”

”If you do what I say, your death will be quick, I can assure that. If you don’t… It'll be painful.” 

He sniffed, staring Jinwoo dead in the face. “I told you, I ain’t scared of some kid threatenin’ me. So, do yer worst-”

Jinwoo slit his throat from ear to ear, deep enough to sever his jaw, but not enough to allow him a quick enough death. He didn’t deserve it, not being a selfish, fucking prick. Jinwoo stood there while he tried to grasp at his pants, claw at his shoes in squelching gargles.

“This could have been so much smoother had you actually done what I asked… I don’t give a shit about you, or what you can do, not anymore. I have a better use for you dead, so just hurry up and die already.”

In minutes, he stopped moving, the surprised and scared look in his eyes faded alongside his life, his aura. Just another body laying in his own blood of a decision he made himself.

“Arise.”

The man’s shadow arose from its body, standing there just as hunched over as it was before, grunting and gormlessly staring across the room.

Notification

[Skill: Shadow extraction] is successful

Lv.5 Necromancer

You may bestow a name.

“What was his name again?” Jinwoo wasn’t thinking clearly to name him now. “Liar.”

The system named him, disappearing out of sight so Jinwoo could use him. “Heal her fully, bring her back.”

Jinwoo stood there anxiously waiting, tapping his fingers on the metal table, waiting and cursing to himself while ‘Liar’ worked the supposed magic he claimed to have while still living.

“Hurry up.” He said, watching him work and rubbing his hands, but nothing came of it.

Then, the shadow lowered its hands, stepping back with a firm shake of its head.

“Nothing?” Jinwoo’s jaw tensed, his fists shook and tempted his emotions to flair. “What do you mean nothing?!”

Too late.

Another necromancer was useful in his shadow army, but being C-Rank had its limitations, and capability of pissing him off. Jinwoo was desperate, and panicked. He shoved him away back into his shadow and stood by your body in one last act of despair, something he knew he’d regret.

Hands trembling, lip quivering, one word that would haunt him.

No choice. He promised his babies they’d see their mother again.

“Arise.”

Nothing.

“What?” Absolutely nothing. Not even a system notification.

“Arise.”

Still, nothing.

“Please… Arise. Arise- arise! Fucking Arise!” He slammed his hand down on the metal table, repeatedly, saying his trigger word over and over again until he became light headed, breathing the dry air in until it choked him.

“Please… Someone do something!” Then, he crashed out entirely. “System! You wanted to give me the secret quest so bad but I get nothing to go on to complete it! You bastard!”

He slipped to the floor right on his leg, skidding on the pooled blood on the floor. His shoes were as red as his heart was empty.

“How the fuck do I progress if I can’t get her back- I’d give it all away if I could be with her!” The power, strength, everything.

Maybe his past self was right? You would have been better off with him when he was weaker. But how did his strength match up to his previous rank back then, when he couldn’t ever protect you in the first place, and he couldn’t bring you back?

“I’d go back to my old life if it meant she lived…” He sobbed, burying his face in his hands to hide the sounds. “I’ll die if it means she lives.”

Jinwoo didn’t count how long he’d been in that cold storage room, starting to shiver and icing over his tears. He didn’t want to move, but eventually pulled himself up, planted a weak kiss on your forehead and stumbled out of the room.

How can I face Min-ho and Jun-hee now? They’ll know their dad is a liar…

“Mr. Sung? What happened to you- are you hurt?!”

A man ran over, coming to his aid with his jacket, wrapping it over his shoulders and walked him over to a chair.

“You’re freezing, how long did you stay in there for? Where did that blood come from?”

“Honestly… I don’t know.” Jinwoo’s stare pointed way past a thousand yards. “I just…”

“Let’s warm you up, I’ll get you a hot drink.” He ran off and when he came back, Jinwoo was still sitting as he put him.

“Are you okay?”

Jinwoo repeated himself. “Honestly… I don’t know.”

The man pulled up another chair and laid a blanket over Jinwoo’s legs. “I’m glad I found you, I was beginning to worry. I called you like ten times.”

My phone rang? I didn’t even hear it.

“What did you need?”

He looked away from him, bashfully almost. “Well, it’s not really appropriate to ask right now.”

“Tell me.” Nothing else could make the day get any worse.

“I called to start making plans for the funeral-“

“No. I need more time.”

“There’s six days left that she can be left on ice, planning a funeral takes time so we need to-“

“I said no.”

Keeping you in that room was the closest Jinwoo could get to you without you being out of existence entirely. If he had it his way, he’d keep you on ice forever so that he could still see you every day. That way you would still stay to see the twins grow up and Jinwoo could tell you what school they went to and what their favourite desert was.

If there was a funeral before he could work things out, then it made it truly real.

“Mr. Sung, please.”

Jinwoo stood up abruptly, having what little patience he had wear out. He threw the hot drink across the room and stared him down. “Don’t you dare think about touching her body.”

“Cold storage can slow decomposition down, i-it can’t stop it! She’ll decompose eventually and whatever memories you have will be replaced by how she’ll look in a months time! P-please, Mr. Sung, think about your memories! Everyone will need to grieve eventually and they could help you through it!”

A public funeral, the thought had never crossed his mind. Jinwoo wasn’t sharing you. He couldn’t share you with everyone else. If it had to be, Jinwoo was calling the shots. On his own terms until he could come to terms with it.

“No one is permitted to enter to see her. If she really has to go, then the funeral is just for me and our kids.”

“But, she was an S-Rank hunter-“

“I don’t care if she was god.” You were higher than any spiritual being he could ever think of and Jinwoo gritted his teeth at the man so he could bear down without violence. “She was my fiance… A mother, a human being. We’re having a private ceremony. If anyone steps foot inside, I’ll personally see to it that they never walk again. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Good.”

In the days leading up to your funeral, the news outlets were all over it, finally hearing of your death and how badly it affected Jinwoo. Civilians left flowers and called for justice when news came out that you had not only died, you were murdered. Jinwoo avoided being out in public like the plague to prevent a flash of a camera or misplaced quote, going out only when he had to and relied on Jin-ho to fetch things for him.

He ran out of ideas, had Igris take care of the body in the cold storage.

Shouted curse words in the shower so that the twins didn’t hear.

He often struggled to hold it together at night and lost so much sleep he became a zombie of his own, barely caring for himself and only putting in all his effort to keep Min-ho and Jun-hee cared for.

Jinwoo ignored calls from his mom and sister. Let the door knock on and on and on while he sat all alone in a sickeningly quiet apartment.

And when the day of the funeral came, Jinwoo wasn’t even sure if he should bring the twins with him, still in disbelief that he’d failed to do everything he could for you. He agonised over it for hours, back and forth on what was appropriate.

He decided not to take them.

But at the last minute, he did.

So it brought him to the present, standing over you with the twins in their stroller, napping quietly together as their dad said his goodbye to their mother.

“I failed you, baby… I was so sure that I could get you back, and I couldn’t do it…”

His voice echoed, bouncing off the walls instead of you. You laid so prettily in the dress he picked out for you, his favourite summer dress, yellow like sunshine with pretty white flowers you wore while you were pregnant.

“Please don’t go…”

Jinwoo brushed your hair before you were completely thawed out after they moved you here, on a metal slap that led straight into the cremator. He couldn’t bury you, not when he knew your body would rot and turn to mush in the ground like all the other hunters that lost their lives. Cremating you allowed him to keep you with him at home where you should have been.

Jun-hee made her little noises when she was growing fussy, a mimicked cough before she let her lungs do the taking. Jinwoo rocked the stroller which seemed to ease her a little.

“I wish I’d met you sooner. Maybe he’s right… maybe you would have learned to love me when I was weak- but I’m weak now, weak without you.”

Min-ho started too, whining in his seat despite being fed not half an hour ago. That in turn set Jun-hee off again.

“Shh, shh, kiddo’s. It’s okay.”

Jinwoo tried to be strong in front of his children, not letting them see their dad tear up and cry. But when he understood that his babies were just missing their mother too, how could he hide it?

“I know. I know you miss her. I do too.”

It was all getting too much. He bent down to stroke your hair and kiss your lips one last time, rocking the stroller with his other hand “I love you so much. That will never change. Sleep well, baby… I’m sorry.”

If he didn’t let you go now, he never would.

He watched you disappear into the cremator, struggling for his own breath and stood back as the door closed. Min-ho and Jun-hee were screaming, both red in the face like they knew. They knew this was the end. They hadn’t seen their mom since the hospital, and the next time they were watching her burn to ashes.

Jinwoo turned around to face the wall, holding his face in his hands, sobbing and just wanting his own mom to tell him it was going to be alright. He ignored the clonking of the machinery, but what he couldn’t ignore was the fact his children suddenly went silent, content.

When he looked, wiping his face with his suit sleeve, it was the strangest thing. The twins' aura flared up, like how it used to when you were pregnant. Only this time, they weren’t surrounded by their own auras, it was yours. Jinwoo recognised the sight of it immediately, reminding him of home, eating sweets while watching a movie, and cuddling under a blanket before sharing a goodnight kiss. His own comforts.

The twins were still in possession of your aura. They never absorbed it.

Jinwoo couldn’t tell if it was a goodbye, or something entirely different, however, he couldn’t take his eyes off of it in case it vanished for good.

And it did.

Followed by a noise once the babies started to cry again.

A noise.

Banging on the door, from inside the cremator.

Part 37 <- Part 38 -> Part 39

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Shower you with love

plot: Jinwoo comes home from a dungeon in desperate need for a shower. And you.

tags: f!reader, jinwoo x reader, shower sex, heterosexual sex, fingering, cute fluffy couple stuff

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It was getting pretty late. You glance at your phone again to check the time, and sigh as you decided Jinwoo was probably not coming home. The life of a Hunter was like that sometimes. All you could do was hope that he was safe and ok.

Picking yourself up from the couch to put your mug in the sink for tomorrow’s wash and get ready for bed, when you hear the front door open. The only person it could be was Jinwoo, as Jinah was staying over at a friend’s place to study and work on a project, and raced for the door. Your enthusiasm is dampened, however, and smile falters as you take in your boyfriend’s appearance at the door. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I fell in a mud pit.”

You cover your mouth not to laugh directly in Jinwoo’s face, but also cover some of the smell. Not the freshest mud you had to assume; with Gods knew what else was in the pit before Jinwoo was added to it. “Well….take all that off then. I don’t want you tracking all this ick through the house. Luckily the washer is free. Just leave it there and I’ll take care of it.”

Jinwoo obediently pulled off his shoes and the rest of his clothes. His beautiful, sculpted body becoming more & more revealed as he stripped down to his boxers, fortunately spared from the muck. “Go take a shower and I’ll toss these in. Do you want anything to eat after?” He shook his head. Jinwoo seemed tired, but that might just be the long day or just the stress getting to him, so you decided to not push on the last time he ate. “Ok. Get cleaned up and we’ll get ready for bed.”

He made his way through the apartment to the bathroom, and you made quick work of the laundry. After you finished setting up a heavy wash cycle, you heard Jinwoo call your name from the bathroom. “What’s wrong?” You ask when you arrive. Expecting the worst somehow but just finding your boyfriend standing there with the shower running.

“Take a shower with me.”

You blush at Jinwoo’s request. He looked completely serious, yet somehow a little vulnerable as he reached out to pull you further into the bathroom. How could you say no?

Stripping out of your pjs, you wait for Jinwoo to get into the shower first. It was chilly in the bathroom, but you were willing to wait to have the initial layer of filth sluff off Jinwoo’s skin before you joined him. The water was warm as it hit your back, and you let out a little sigh. “It’s not too hot, is it?”

You turn around to face Jinwoo. His eyes fixed on you with a gaze as warm as the shower. Wet hair flopping down on his face. “No. It’s perfect.”

Jinwoo smiled, then leaned forward to give you a kiss. Slow, lazy, a signal on how tired he was, but apparently not that tired. “I missed you.” That was apparent by his erection brushing against your thigh.

You shutter but try to keep coy so Jinwoo didn’t completely have the upper hand. “You were only gone for a day.” You remind him.

He pouted in response with a frown. “Time is different in the dungeons.” You would have to take his word on that.

The Hunter pulled you in for another kiss. Bodies press fully together this time. You moan as your nipples brushed against the hard planes of his chest. Those calloused hands sliding over your body with ease thanks to the water. “Jinwoo…”

“I need you.” He told you when the two of you broke free. That serious yet vulnerable look on his face again.

“Ok.” You told him and pulled him back in. He could have all of you, he only needed to ask.

Kissing again, Jinwoo turned you both around, so you were out of the direct spray and your back was against the shower wall. His hands moved down between your legs to touch you and you moan as one of his fingers slid into you. Easy with the warm water. “Jin…” You whimper as he touched you. Pumping his fingers inside as his thumb brushed against your clit.

You manage to open your eyes and find Jinwoo staring at you. Transfixed. Taking in every express. In recent months he had become more observant like this in a variety of ways, but you never thought you would be the focus of it. Having him look at you that way, as if inside you, made your stomach quake as you held onto him.

“Jinwoo please…” You buck your hips into his hand and Jinwoo needed no further encouragement.

He pulled his hand from you and asked you to lift your leg. The shelf intended for small soaps & shampoo finding a whole new purpose in your shower set up. Jinwoo stepped further into your space and lined his cock up with your entrance. Pressing forward as you moan at being filled inside by him.

It felt amazing. Being close to him again (even if it was just a day). Apparently, however, missing you left Jinwoo with very little patience. Where he would usually slow up to start, he just went in full tilt with his thrusts inside you this time. Not that you were complaining. Your moans and screams echoing off the tile of the bathroom were evidence to that. “Oh God Jinwoo! Don’t stop!”

Your lover gave a low grunt in your ear, then suddenly your legs were up around Jinwoo’s waist with ease as he pounded into you. “Fuck!” You shriek as you cling onto him. When the hell did he get so strong?!

The change in position allowed Jinwoo to fuck deeper inside you. Hard and heavy. You could feel every thrust of his cock through your body. Pure, mind-numbing pleasure.

“Oh! Oh God Jin! So good! I-I’m gonna cum-!”

“Cum for me.” And it was like his words were a new activate command, meant only for you. You cum hard. Your whole body tightening around Jinwoo as you clung to him. Your pussy seizing around his cock as he came inside you.

The two of you hold there for a moment. Jinwoo holding you against the wall with him leaning against you, and you suspended in the air. When he let you down, he did so gently. Your legs were shaky, and you were still in a wet shower. 80% of household accidents happen in the bathroom, and you have to wonder now if great sex might also be the cause.

Jinwoo washed his hair quickly, then turned around to do the same to you. While he rinsed you cleaned the rest of your body to get the sweat and mess off you. Sex wasn’t dirty but it certainly wasn’t the most hygienic activity at times. Freshly showered, Jinwoo turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub. Offering you his hand.

“Do we have any puddings left?”

You turn to look over at Jinwoo as you dried off with your towel. Smirking a little, as he looked more like a little lost puppy now, rather than the beast that just fucked you. “I think so. Why? Are you hungry now?”

Jinwoo nodded and you leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Let me make you something then. You can’t live off pudding and protein bars Jin.”

“But I like pudding.” He insisted, but didn’t argue any further as he went to put on clothes and wait for you to make him something. Just a light snack. You couldn’t send the great Hunter to bed hungry, but he did need to get to bed.

As you watched him eat, cleaning up the crumbs from the counter as he happily munched, you thought it was good to have him home.

[matchaisnthere]

the way jinwoo would drift toward you without even realizing it. the subtle shifts of his body, brushing your hand, tugging you closer, resting a hand on your lower back even when there was plenty of space around you.

right now, you were just trying to grab something from the kitchen when you felt strong arms circle your waist from behind, pulling you gently back into a warm chest.

you sighed, amused. “jinwoo. i was gone for two minutes.”

“too long,” he murmured, voice low against your ear.

you leaned back into him instinctively, feeling that calm stillness that only he could bring. “you were literally just watching TV.”

“and thinking about you the entire time,” he said, completely deadpan.

you laughed. “you’re so dramatic.”

“i mean it.”

you turned in his arms, your hands coming to rest on his chest. he looked down at you with that unreadable gaze of his. a little intense, a little soft, like he was trying to memorize you all over again.

“seriously though,” you teased, “you really can’t go a full minute without touching me?”

he didn’t even blink. “no.”

your lips twitched. “what if I leave the room for an hour?”

“i’ll follow you.”

you raised a brow. “to the bathroom?”

his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smirk. “i’ll wait outside.”

you rolled your eyes, but your heart was warm.

his hand lifted to brush your cheek, thumb grazing your skin like it was something precious.

“i just… i like knowing you’re here,” he said quietly.

you softened instantly. “i’m not going anywhere.”

“good.” he kissed your forehead, then added against your skin, “because i don’t think i could let you.”

you didn’t doubt it.

and honestly? you didn’t want him to.

[yapithoughts]

“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.”

[tiredmamaissy]

Alpha Sung Jin-woo helping me through my heat? Yes, pretty please.

🔞mdni🔞

alpha!jinwoo x lycan!shadow reader

Warnings: smut, p in v, masturbation, dubcon, heat cycle, dom jin, virginity loss, profanity, disgusting filth, creampie, alternating female + male povs, i.e your pov vs jins

a/n: a fair warning I was ovulating while I wrote majority of this ok? So it’s just kinda filthy I apologize. I’ve been thinking about Jinwoo helping us through heat for quite a while and this was the only way my brain could conjure up a situation to make that possible lol I also alternate povs between yours and then jinwoos so we get an idea of what hes feeling too, so I’m so sorry if this is a tad weird 😂

w/c: 7k

your pov 

Aside from my notably pointed ears and canines, there isn’t much else that sets me aside from the humans. Yeah, my hair looks silver in some lighting but my body is pretty identical to that of a human. Well, for the most part. I do have…extra features. 

I thought that being a part of the master's army would change those things—you know, being dead and all. Yet, things are mostly the same aside from the overwhelming urge to serve Master Jinwoo in every way possible. He’s the better king, anyways. 

My father comes nowhere near him. He made me suffer most months, throwing me in the dungeon in the basement of the castle and letting the moon shove a double edged sword through my body as I cried out in agony. 

I thought that was all over. 

One would assume that existing in this…form would mean no pain and discomfort, or even emotions and needs. But I feel everything like I would back in the castle with my shitty excuse for a father. 

But I just…never expected this. 

Another wave ripples through me, tearing me from my thoughts and bringing me to my knees. The other shadows take notice in this little bubble that we float in until the king summons us. Some turn their heads to look at me, while others turn their heads to ignore me. I suppose we all still have most of our free will. 

I clench my thighs together and will the cramp to radiate down and out my extremities. I seal my lips tight but a little whimper still escapes them, and it shocks even me. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It’s only been a few hours and it’s only getting worse. Just like it used to. At this point, father would be locking the door and throwing away the key.

But I refuse to let this happen in front of the others. At least in my dungeon I had the privacy to suffer and squirm and squeal on my own. I keep my focus on my bruised knees and force the muscles in my thighs to relax. Maybe I can get my own bubble or something. 

I am the only girl here. 

“What’s wrong with her?” I hear a whisper behind me, and the sound of shuffling beside me.

“She kind of…smells.” Another voice fires the words like an arrow through me. 

Not fair. I can’t control that part of this. 

I peek up through my lashes and catch a glimpse of the blockhead called Iron dramatically pointing at me in dead silence. He looks as if he just discovered new land or something. I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind but an armored hand gives his wrist a satisfying smack. 

“That’s rude.”

It’s Igris, my favorite shadow in the army. Not that I really know the others anyways. He’s the quietest of the lot, and is seemingly master's second in command. I’m not exactly excited for him to see me like this, but there isn’t much I can do about it. I look away and curl into a ball to soothe the dull ache in my core. 

“What’s the matter?” Igris takes a knee beside me and looks me over. “Are you in pain?”

Gods, what do I even say? Nothing, that’s what. I give him a slight nod and bite my cheek to stifle the groan trying to escape from me too. 

“She smells good.” Iron speaks like a caveman, inching his way closer to Igris. Igris extends a hand behind him and halts Iron with a shove, forcing him to keep a distance from me. 

“Give her space.” Igris says sternly, a little louder than needed. I guess that message was for everyone. My cheeks heat up. Shit. I tuck my head down to hide my flushed face and that throb down there worsens. 

Igris tenses. I can sense it—he’s strung taut like a bow ready to snap. I can’t help but wonder if it’s me making him that way or if he’s just being his usual self. Regardless, I can’t bring myself to look back at him right now. Not when I’m making a little mess in my panties. No, that would be shameless. 

Igris clears his throat and his armour clanks as he lowers his face next to mine. “You are part Lycan, correct?” 

Igris speaks for only me to hear. It sounds as if there’s a hidden question disguised behind that one. Whatever it is, I don’t answer. He sighs slightly and allows the uncomfortable silence to pass between us. After what feels like an eternity, Igris pulls back and straightens his spine.

“I’ll inform the king.”

Suddenly we’re being sucked out of this bubble and my heated skin is on the cold tile. It feels like I’m sizzling against it’s surface, and the feeling is delectable. I wonder if my master will let me stay here for a while longer. Just until it’s all over. 

“Inform me of what?” Jin-woo stands before me, yet he’s looking at Igris beside him with his arms crossed over his chest. 

I feel like we’re in trouble or something, especially with him standing like that. It’s making me nervous but the sensation deep in me isn’t allowing the nerves to take over. I can’t get up even if I try. I tighten my grip around my knees and my fangs descend and throb in my mouth.

I hate this. 

“She’s…in pain.” Igris speaks with uncertainty in his voice, like if it were a question rather than a statement. Jinwoo shifts his focus on me, looking down at me with a cocked brow. I guess he’s never had issues with one of his shadows like this.

“Pain?” Jin-woo sounds almost intrigued. “What happened?”  

Igris doesn’t answer right away, he’s giving me a chance to speak for myself but I don’t take it. I’m feeling more embarrassed than anything right now. 

“I am unsure, master.” Igris finally says and I look up to meet the glowing eyes of my creator. 

Jinwoo is kneeling in front of me. The king himself, kneeling, before me. My face flames and my thighs rub against one another. I show my submission and look down, how dare I look into his eyes when he’s on his knees? 

“Speak.” Jinwoo commands me, and the instinct to obey rides me hard. I surprise myself when I glance over at Igris, and then back to my master. And just like that, Jinwoo waves Igris away and he fades into a black mist. 

“Forgive me, you’re my first female shadow. I know privacy is important.” My king speaks to me with his hand extended. He’s urging me to take it. Oh, gods. I obey and take it, and suddenly I’m being carried across the room and lowered onto what I can only assume is his bed. 

“Now, talk to me.” 

Now I have to say it. There’s no escaping it. He himself is demanding an answer, here and now. 

“Um…” I begin, breaking eye contact to look down at my feet. They feel heavier and I have way more color than usual. I almost look…alive. And with this annoying ache, I almost feel alive too. Jin-woo angles his head to catch my gaze and what feels like my heart bursts through my chest. 

“Just something…Lycan.” 

“Something…Lycan.” Jinwoo repeats slowly, nodding slightly as if he understands what I mean. “Right. So will it fix itself? I don’t know if the system has—”  

“Yes! Yes.” I answer him quickly, calming down when I realise that I’ve totally interrupted him. “It’ll go away in a couple days. I just need, uhm—” 

“You need…?” Jinwoo draws out the word as he waits patiently. 

“My own bubble.” I speak with feigned confidence. This is my chance and I’m determined not to let the other shadows see me like this.

“Your own…bubble?” 

Master seems confused. 

“Yes.” I say, and give my best smile. “Please.” 

His brows furrow. Master is definitely confused. 

“I need…privacy.” I use the word he did. 

“Ah.” Jinwoo nods, and looks at me with an unreadable expression. It’s that same expression someone makes when they're trying to solve one of those oddly shaped puzzles. “Okay. Understood.” 

Perfect. I’m getting my own bubble, and I don’t need to worry about anything else other than just getting through this shit show.

“But I can’t give you your own…bubble.” 

What? Didn’t he just say ‘okay’? That he understands? 

“Instead, you’ll stay here.” He motions to his room and for the first time I take it in. The grey paint on his walls. His wooden wardrobe. The flat screen t/v mounted to the wall. His bed that I’m sitting on. 

He wants me to stay here? 

“You said, what? A couple days? I have more than enough mana to keep you here.” Master speaks so casually about allowing me in his personal quarters. Unbothered, he stalks towards the door and reaches for the handle. He opens the door and lingers in the frame, back turned to me. “Take the bed. I’ll take the couch.” 

Absolutely not. 

“No! M-Master, you can’t. I will take the couch, o-or even the basement! I really don’t need much space. Even the floor is fine.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Jin-woo casts me a glance over his shoulder. “I’ll be tending to a few matters and won’t be here most of the time, anyways.” He walks through the bedroom door, collected and composed. “Make yourself at home.” 

The door closes softly behind him and I’m left alone in a room that smells like him. Every part of this place smells like him. His sheets. His pillow. Even the curtains are stained with his musky scent. 

I feel like I’m floating, being led by my nose like a predator to prey. 

And when I come to, I’m curled up in a pile of his laundry in his bed, stripped buck naked. I don’t quite remember how I got in this position, but I’ve never felt more comfortable in a nest before. All my previous nests have been made of my old blankets, and whatever linen my father throws down in the basement.

This one is perfect. And it smells exactly how it should. I tug a fat pillow towards me and embrace it with all four limbs, inhaling deep and holding it. Heat bubbles in my tummy and I moan into the pillow’s cushioned surface. It muffles it just right. 

My toes curl and my thighs grip the pillow, shimmying it closer and closer to the place where it aches the most. The pressure is sublime. I shove my hand between me and the pillow and my fingers strum at my slippery clit. I bury my face into the pillow and my eyes burn when that hot sensation zings through me. 

“Ahh!”

sung jin-woo’s pov 

I never thought I’d have to deal with one of my shadows being in heat. I got the notification as soon as I summoned her and Igris. 

Notification: [Lycan Shadow] is in heat. Do you want to help her? ☐Yes ☐No

Of course I chose yes. What kind of master would I be if I didn’t help one of my loyal shadows? It’s my responsibility. Plus, she’s female. 

But that doesn’t change the fact that I had no idea what it really meant to pick yes. I’m not an idiot—I know what a heat is, especially for a Lycan. I thought giving her some privacy would be enough but now the system seems to be urging me to do a bit more than that. 

Notification: [Lycan shadow] will peak in her heat in 8hrs35mins12secs. There may be a penalty if the quest isn’t completed. 

Quest? Penalty? 

I shift to my side on the couch—I don’t remember it being this tough. The annoying screen follows me and I wave it away. I don’t have time for this. Just keeping her here in this condition is draining my mana quicker than I expected. 

But a penalty? For what? 

I’ve kept her here, let her in my room, in my bed. Isn’t that enough? What more does she need from me? 

Her scent alone was enough to make my head spin. If I didn’t get out of that room when I did I would have lost my shit. I can’t say for certain exactly what would have happened, but she smells like something I’ve never smelled before. She smells like a feeling. 

She smells ripe. 

Fuck, what am I thinking? Ripe? Like a fucking fruit? I toss over to my other side and smack the pillow a couple times. I need to buy a new couch. Imagine if I let her take this piece of plywood that I’m laying on? Or the floor in the basement? I don’t even have a basement. I live on the top floor of an apartment complex. It makes things easier for me when it comes to Kaisel.

Anyways—is that what her father did? Throw her in the basement when her heat came on? I should’ve made that fucker’s death a slow one. 

I huff a sigh and spring up into a sitting position. I eye the floor, maybe it is the better option. I bury my face into my hands. I have a couple commitments for the hunters association tomorrow but those will need to wait for now. I need to deal with her first…however that may be. 

I wonder if she’s okay right now. She didn’t look great at all. And her aura was very off. She felt weak to me, like she was injured and fragile, despite her being a shadow. It made my protective instincts go haywire for a moment. I know Igris felt it too. Couldn’t he have taken the weight of some of this for me? They both exist on the shadow plane that she likes calls a ‘bubble’. 

Cute. Very cute. 

I see what she meant by needing her privacy, though. With a scent like that I can’t trust my soldiers to keep to themselves. I know Igris wouldn’t allow any funny shit to go down but females like their privacy. Jin-ah made me realize that long ago. 

I know that checking on her now would be an invasion of that. So why do I want to? This badly, too? There’s something deep in me urging me to get up and make sure she’s alright. It’s not just my protective instinct. It’s something more. Something primal. 

And the idea unnerves me. 

I stand and begin pacing in my living room to cool off a bit. But my head won’t clear. My thoughts go from obligations I have to get done, to her. Everything about her. The pink on her cheeks that appeared once I started pouring mana into her summoning. The shine in her silver hair when the moonlight caught it just right. The way she squeezed her thighs together and that scent of hers grew even stronger. I bet that’s where it’s emitting from. 

Fucking hell. Get your shit together, man. 

Whatever she’s going through is affecting me too. That’s clear as day. And now I’m standing in front of her door. My door. Well, it’s her door for the next couple of days. Fuck. What’s wrong with me? This is creepy behaviour. I lean in, tilting my head to press the shell of my ear to its wooden exterior. 

Very creepy behaviour. 

So why can’t I stop? I strain to listen, and my hand rests on the door handle. What am I doing? I rip my hand away from the metal and clench my jaw. 

“Ahh!”

Shit. Go in there and check she’s safe.  

No. She’s fine. She’s safe. She’s in my room. I’m here, guarding her. I need to calm down and get myself together, this is ridiculous. She’s a shadow for Christ sake—

“Mmm~” 

Oh? What was that? 

“Ngh!” 

Yep. That was definitely a moan of some sort. I wonder if I’m actually immune to heart attacks, because it feels like I might be having one right now. Or maybe all the blood is just rushing to the wrong head.

“Mmph!”

Christ. Forgive me. 

I palm my crotch, I can’t help it. My hard on hurts. My boxers have no stretch to them. 

Her little sounds are picking up now. They’re muffled but these walls are thin. I want to know what she’s doing in there to be making those noises. 

I need to know. 

My hand goes for the door handle again but I reign it back in. I force myself to step away from the door all together. I’m not doing this. This is a line that I won’t cross with a shadow. I take a few more steps back, turn and head straight for my bed made of concrete. I slip under the blanket and rest my arm over my forehead. 

I force myself to close my eyes and concentrate on getting some sleep and ignoring those delicious sounds coming from my bedroom. Right, ignoring them. I opt to listen to the electricity from the fridge, the ceiling fan, the clock—anything. But nothing distracts me from those sweet, sweet noises she’s making.

Fuck.

I’m as hard as this couch. Rock solid. I haven’t been this hard since high school for fucksake. I try to ignore the branch in my pants and turn over to go to bed. But nothing’s working. 

My hand slides under the band of my boxers and I grab my cock with a vice-like grip. I want it to go down—go away. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to admit what I’m feeling. 

My shadow is making me unbelievably horny. 

Her sounds. Her scent. 

God, help me. 

My hand moves, up and down. It hurts, so I loosen my grip. I can’t stop my own movements. Just the thought of her in lying in my bed possibly doing things to herself to be making those noises is driving me over the fucking edge. I look over at the door, it’s still shut. 

Good. I can’t have her catching me. This is already crazy as it is. I feel like I’m sneaking around, like I did when I was younger. My hand moves faster. Shit, I’m gonna come already. I can hear her moans from here now, they’re getting even louder and longer. Whatever she’s doing in my room is about to come to a finale. 

And fuck, so am I. 

“F-Fuck!”

“Oh, fuck.” I groan a little too loudly for my liking and explode in my cupped hand. 

I can’t remember the last time I came this fucking hard. I fumble into the kitchen and clean myself up, fixing my boxers and taking a moment to gather myself. I’m going to pretend like I didn’t just cum to one of my shadows and head to bed. 

I’ll deal with this heat thing tomorrow. 

— —

It’s been a few hours and I still haven’t slept. Nor have I calmed down either. I’m getting a little concerned. How many hours need to pass before I see a doctor about having a hard on again? It won’t fucking go down and it’s got its own heartbeat. But how could it when her scent is leaking through the cracks of the door frame? It’s literally seeping out the room in a light tangible mist. 

I don’t know how much more I can take. Her sounds are definitely not helping either. They’re so much louder and desperate—raw and primal. She is most certainly fucking herself in there. And I’d be the world’s biggest liar if I said I didn’t want to be the one in there fucking her. All she needs to do is say the words, and I’d shove my cock in her little cunt so fucking deep. 

I catch my breath. How long was I holding it for? I’m sweating like I’ve climbed a hundred stories and I swear my muscles are swelling. I slip my shirt off, it’s way too tight. The timer says there’s about two hours left until this peaks but I can’t last that long. I’ll have to take Kaisel out to get some fresh air or something. 

Or I’m going to fuck her. 

Shirtless, I grab a coat and bolt to the front door.

“...M-Master.” 

Fuck. She’s calling for me. Fuck. I need to leave now. 

“...oh!...please.” 

My hand grips the door handle and I watch myself turn it. Wait. This isn’t the handle to the front door. It creaks open and her intoxicating scent bursts out and hits me like a ten ton truck. My head spins and my vision blurs for a second. Shit. I blink to focus my eyes and—

Oh, god. 

She’s bent over on all fours in a bed of my linen and laundry, sticking her pussy up in the air. Right in front of my face. Presented on a silver platter for my enjoyment. Swollen and bright pink, and ultra glossy from her heat. 

Fuck, that is where this delicious scent is coming from. 

It looks like it’d be so warm and gooey inside. I need to find out–to be inside. My cock throbs at the thought and I adjust myself. She begins rocking back and forth, thrusting her pussy into the air and then onto my very soaked pillow. Has she been using that thing to get off this whole time? No wonder this has lasted for hours.  

I glance down at her face and the expression etched into her soft features sends a pang through my chest. She’s been suffering, unsatisfied and desperate for a proper release this entire time. I’ve left her here this long because of why again? I can’t remember, but it doesn’t matter. Because I’m going to make this all better.

“You called.” 

your pov

I don’t think I’ll be getting any sleep tonight. Not that I’m necessarily surprised or anything, but it still sucks. King Jin-woo’s scent is making this way worse than it usually is. My body probably thinks that a male is here to mate–or whatever my aunt says about Lycans in their heat. Father never allowed that of course, so it quickly became just a bedtime folklore for me. 

But shit, now that it’s happening…everything is so much more intense. 

I rock back and forth. Harder. Faster. It aches, a constant throb of need, pulsing in my womb, in my pussy. I yearn to be filled. By him. By my master, my king. My body craves him, his scent. 

My head feels like it’s stuffed with wool and I can’t concentrate to form a coherent thought. A moan splits my lips and I’m head first into the pillow, arching my back and sticking my pussy in the air. I can feel how swollen I am, and I’m dripping everywhere—down my legs, onto his sheets, his blankets, his clothes.  

My hand mindlessly wanders between my thighs, again. Jokes on it, because nothing it or this pillow can do is going to make it go away. I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve rubbed at that little bump down there. But I know it’s enough to make it really puffy and sensitive. I feel my fingers press little circles into it, and my tears start flowing again. 

I’m crying like an idiot. Thank the gods that I’m alone. The sensation is so overwhelming. It’s too much yet nowhere near enough at the same time. My body is craving more than my fingers can give. Something big enough to reach deep inside me and get rid of that itch I can’t ever reach. My back bows even more and my toes strain and sink into the bed.

I’m presenting my pussy to nobody. 

Because no one’s coming. There is no male. 

My knees drag forward and I hardly bring myself to mount his pillow again. It’s wet from the times I’ve used it to make myself cum. I’m so sore and weak but I can’t help myself. This is truly pathetic, and I ought to be ashamed of myself. But I’m not. I’m really not. I want to call out for him, my master. 

My alpha. 

He’ll make this better, he’ll make the ache go away. 

“...m-master…alpha…” I hear myself croak and another cramp rattles me. “...oh! please...” 

I rock again, sinking my pussy down onto Jinwoo’s pillow and then shoving it back into the air. 

A gust of wind makes me shudder and I hump the pillow another time. 

“You called.” 

Masters’ deep voice envelops me like a cool breeze on a humid day. I didn’t even hear him come in. It feels like my ears are stuffed with cotton, too. My hips thrust my pussy even harder into the air. 

What’s happening to me? 

It’s never been this bad.

“Please.” I barely manage to get out. He should know what I’m asking for, he’s the male. My hips rut my mound into his pillow, pressing my hard, sticky clit into the wet fabric. His footsteps come closer, and I can feel his overpowering presence behind me. It’s so domineering, I feel like I’m suffocating.

“Please, what?” His voice is thick with restraint.

But why is he resisting?

“Please, help me.” I sob the last two words, dismounting his pillow and shuffling back until my knees are at the edge of the bed. “I can’t take it a-anymore, alpha.” 

“Alpha? That’s new.” He lets out a husky chuckle and his fingertips brush against my outer thigh as he positions himself behind me. I whine from his touch and my back sinks even lower. “I guess you could say that I’m your alpha, sure.” 

“Yes, alpha. Please, a-alpha. It’s h-hurting now.”

I’m blubbering. Nothing makes sense. Nothing feels right. I can’t think clearly, I can’t stop my tears, I can’t stop my body. I’m scared, but also excited and aroused. His fingers sink into the fat on my thigh and drag themselves up to my hip, seizing it with force. He tugs me onto him, pressing his clothed bulge against my swollen pussy. 

“Fuck, love. Your pussy is weeping.” He groans, gripping my other hip to hold me steady. I’m not going anywhere. I need this. “Is that how badly she wants me? Enough to cry?” 

He’s speaking about my pussy like it’s got a mind of its own. I mean, it feels that way right now. It’s throbbing for him, leaking clear beads of this sticky liquid it won’t stop making onto his pants. 

He needs to take those off, how will we do this if he doesn’t?   

Master yanks at my hips, ramming me back onto him suddenly–roughly.

“Answer me.” He growls and a sweltering heat floods my cunt. 

“Yes, alpha.” I whisper in anticipation, spreading my legs a little further to make space for his huge figure.

He is alpha. 

“Good girl.” I feel him pluck at the string on his pants and tug them down his legs. “Now, you want me to help you? Yeah?” Jinwoo’s voice is rough and it’s doing things to my body. His hand slips to my inner thigh and his fingertips barely brush against my puffy clit. 

“Mmm—mhm!” I hum and nod, chasing his fingers with my hips. Why is he teasing me? “Please al-pha.” 

“You know, you’re a well-mannered shadow when it suits you, princess.” Jinwoo lets out a subtle chuckle, arching over me until he’s cheek to cheek with me. His cock is prodding at me but in all the wrong places. He needs to be inside. 

“Say the words. And I’ll do it.” His voice lowers to a whisper and he’s putting more and more weight on top of me. “Tell me exactly how you need me to help you.”

I don’t understand how any of this is possible but I don’t care. I’ve never felt more alive than at this moment. 

“Inside. P-Put it inside.” I whimper shakily and my hips stutter to notch him at my opening. It’s becoming obvious that he’s doing this on purpose and I can’t understand why. “H-Hurry please!” 

“Tsk... Put what inside, love?” He tsks, and a menacing smirk tugs at his lips. His knees sink into the mattress behind me. 

“You, alpha. You.” I answer desperately, and he remains stockstill. “Your…cock.” 

“Oh. This?” I feel him tug down his boxers and his cock springs out. It’s hot against me, twitching and pulsing between my pussy lips. I nod like an idiot and my bottom lip quivers. 

Why is he doing this to me?

“Inside where?” His smirk morphs into a little grin and he lets go of my hip to guide himself exactly where he’s supposed to be. “Here?” 

Gods, yes. Yes. Right there.

“Come on. Tell your alpha.” Jin-woo growls the order. 

“Yes. Want you in my pussy! Ple-ase!” I cry out and back up on him, and I hear him chuckle again. What’s so fucking funny? He needs to hurry or I’m going to lose myself completely. 

“God, it's taken everything in me to hold back for this long, you know that? You’ve really been fucking with my head.” Master grumbles, rubbing his cockhead up and down along my slick opening. “Just keeping you here in this form is using most of my mana, princess. I don’t know how much patience I have left in me.”

In this form? What form? I don’t care. He needs to move. 

“Don’t you feel it?” He whispers, catching himself just right at my softest, most sensitive spot. He pushes, gently, slowly. It’s huge. Oh, no. No, he won’t fit. But he needs to. He has to. I spread myself even more, meeting this pressure half way. 

“Don’t you feel…alive? Or is your heat fucking with your head too much for you to notice?” 

What the fuck is he on about?

Smack.

Fuck. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. 

A high pitched noise rings my ears and I think it might be me. My body tenses and my mind goes blank. The burn is divine but he might actually be splitting me wide open. He’s so big, so deep—so fucking deep. Pushing an exquisite pressure right into that tender, itchy part inside me. It hurts, but it hurts so good. I had no idea that this is what I’ve been missing for all these dreadful months.  

Jinwoo huffs next to my ear, stilling himself inside me. “You okay?”

sung jin-woo’s pov

Easy, Jin. Slowly. Let’s not break her.

I’m pumping mana into her so her form is more real than shadow. From her soft curves down to each strand of hair on her head—I know she’s feeling every little thing as if her heart were actually beating. I don’t think she’s realized though, she’s way too out of it. 

“Don’t you feel…alive? Or is your heat fucking with your head too much for you to notice?”

I attempt to breach her and meet pure resistance. God, she’s tight as fuck. I heave a breath and roll my hips forward, breaking that resistance little by little until I feel a sudden pop. She squeals and her pussy clamps down on my cock, fuck—not good. Not. Good.

The compulsion to sink myself all the way inside is entirely too overwhelming. I try my best to fight it but my hips stammer against my will and whatever strength I have left goes right into forcing my cock inside her tight little cunt in one hard thrust.  

Holy fuck, yes. 

Her pussy isn’t anything near what I imagined. It’s everything and more. And it didn’t give easy. She’s so warm and sticky and soft inside. She’s hugging every inch my cock so fucking tight. 

I grit my teeth so I don’t spray my load inside her. I need to calm down, keep a level head. Make sure I don’t do anything I shouldn’t—like spray my load inside her. But she’s so tight and tense, she’s going to snap my dick in two if she doesn’t ease up. 

She feels like a virgin.

Shit. I didn’t even consider the fact that this might be her first time. 

“You okay?” I huff, desperately trying to resist the urge to rut into her and work her little pussy open for me. If she is, I’ve probably hurt her. “Don’t tell me I just stole your virginity, princess.” 

She whimpers and nods her head into my pillow. Shit. I did. I should’ve been gentler—stayed in control. Eased her into it, stretched her first. 

“S-shh—‘m sorry. Does it hurt?”

She does a series of nods and shakes, like she’s entirely unsure about how she’s feeling right now. But her eyes say it all, they’re puffy and glisten from her tears. I make sure not to move at all, I’m as still as the statue that once killed me. 

“Breathe. It’ll stop hurting soon.” I coo and force myself to loosen my grip on her hips so I can trail my fingers along her spine. She backs up onto me and I glance down.

Dear God, why did I look down? 

Her pussy is stretched thin on my cock, it actually looks like it's sucking me in. Gratification swirls deep in my belly when the dangerous realization sinks in. 

I’m the first cock to ever be in this pussy. 

This cunt belongs to me, and only me now. A flame ignites within me that’s all consuming. It’s a feeling—a feeling of something that’s been imprinted into my being from the very beginning—an instinctual urge that I must satisfy. 

The urge to claim this female underneath me, to make her pussy mine and to stain her womb with my seed. 

Control yourself, Jin. Look away. 

I fling my head back because there’s no way that I can willingly tear my eyes away from the sight of her virgin cunt stretching so beautifully around my cock. I eye the popcorn ceiling and follow the blades of the fan as they spin. 

Focus, focus.

The urge to look again rides me. I grunt and fight it, I have more restraint than this. I clench my jaw. Fuck, I don’t know if I can hold out. I can feel her pussy relaxing and tightening around me. 

Then she rocks on me. 

Back and forth, back and forth. Like she did on the pillow that’s completely drenched with her cum. A low rumble comes from her, she’s growling her impatience, trying to fuck me. I look down and god, her pussy is quivering, drooling strings of her sweet, sticky nectar on my cock. 

She rocks against me harder and lets out a broken groan, and her thighs start to shake. I think she’s gonna come. Fuck yes, she’s about to come on me. 

“Don’t tell me. Is my little virgin princess about to come?”

My instincts dominate me, and my hips buck against my volition. I’m totally out of control. How in the world is she doing this to me? I'm behaving like a goddamn animal. 

Thrust. 

Please, God. 

Thrust. 

I can’t stop myself. 

She nods frantically and meets my brutal thrusts with desperation and need. I growl and piston my cock inside her pussy, hard. She moans loud and long, and her cunt squeezes me so hard that I get a headrush. Her pussy pulses, coating me in a thick slick. 

She’s cumming. Fuck, she’s cumming. 

“Yes, cum on my cock.” I encourage her, hunching over her petite frame. The skin on the back of her neck looks so soft—so delicate. “So pretty.” I want to bite it. Mark her so everyone will know that she belongs to me. What the fuck? No. I won’t do that. I can’t. 

But I want to. And my cock is already kissing her womb so why can’t I exactly?

She’s my shadow, that’s why. She’s not in the right frame of mind. That’s why.

But I’m not either. 

your pov

Whatever pain I felt is long gone, replaced by an overwhelming sensation of good, and right—how things should be. 

Bright white stars twinkle behind my closed eyes. Waves of raw pleasure smack into me and make my legs tremble uncontrollably. He’s filling me so good that I have no other choice but to take his cock and his every thrust.

“Yes, cum on my cock. So pretty.” His words are a hot mist against my neck and I feel his weight shift on top of me. 

Yes. Mount me. 

“Fuck, why do I want to bite you so bad?” 

I don’t know but he should. I show him my throat and whine low, spreading my legs for him to fuck me again. 

“Do it.” I moan, and my hips rock again. I want him to pound me, and then fill my empty womb—it aches. “Please. Bite me, fuck me.” 

He tenses behind me, resisting again. I don’t want him to. 

“I didn’t know such filth could come from a princess’s mouth.” 

Jinwoo’s dark, monotonous voice sends a spasm through my pussy. His fingers grip my jaw and he tugs my head back, exposing my throat. His hot tongue drags along my pulsating jugular and he shuffles from his knees to the balls of his feet. 

“I don’t understand exactly how you’re doing this to me, but I hope you can take it.” He growls a warning and I break out into a shiver. “Because I don’t think I can hold back anymore.” 

He pulls out of me, leaving his mushroomy cockhead notched right under my pelvic bone. The empty feeling makes me mewl and my hips search for him. 

“You’re so fucking noisy.” He huffs, annoyed, teeth scraping against my skin. “So goddamn needy.” His fingers tighten on my jaw, and he plunges his cock back inside me. I see more stars, more fireworks. I yelp out, and my tears trickle down my cheeks again. 

“Quiet, princess. The floor under us will think I’m doing something you don’t want.”

And then he bites me. 

He sinks his blunt teeth into me, locking his jaw when I begin to squirm from the feeling of being claimed—marked. The fingers wrapped around my jaw quickly slip down my throat and muffle my shriek. 

Gods, it’s too much. Too much. 

“Yes—yes!” I gurgle, and he bites down even harder. I’ll be bruised for weeks but that’s okay. 

He grinds into me, grunting while he’s shoving all he can inside as deep as it’ll go. He works me open, and I feel him deep in my tummy. I guess I’ll be bruised there too, and that’s definitely okay. I want to feel him in me for weeks, until the moon shows me her wicked face again.

Alpha releases me from his bite and he kisses the double crescent mark. I feel him pepper kisses down my shoulder, and he tastes my skin there too. He’s not moving anymore, just staying really deep inside me, hunched over me, breathing hard and loud. I whine loud and suckle on his fingers. 

“Mmm, fuck. Hush.” He snaps at me, breathless. “You want alpha to make it better?”

I nod again, my tears and saliva dribble onto his hand, down his wrist. I see his eyes glow bright in my peripheral vision. He’s going to wreck me and I can’t wait.

“Then be a good girl for me, won’t you?” He growls and smacks into me. 

Once, twice. Thrice. Again, and again. Brutally, cruelly. His thrusts are bloodthirsty, like he’s the beast and not me. He holds me firmly in place, his grip is unrelenting—I can’t get away even if I tried. I’m forced to take each unsparing strike and stroke. 

That heat whirls in my lower abdomen again, and I feel like a matchstick about to burst into flames. His cock is ramming right into that spot super deep, filling it, swelling it. I bite down on his fingers to stifle a guttural moan and he hisses, picking up his pace as punishment. I clamp down on his cock and—

I’m gonna come. 

“Not yet.” He grunts, pulling his fingers out of my mouth and shoving me onto my stomach. 

He yanks his cock out of me and strokes himself with one hand while he uses the other to toss me onto my back. Now he’s looking down at me with an intoxicated expression, bullying his thick frame between my trembling legs. He’s back on the balls of his heels, folding me in half, pinning my legs back so my knees graze against my pointed ears. 

“I want to see what you look like when you come, princess.” 

His cock prods at my sore pussy before he catches it just right and drives himself back inside me with an urgency. He lets out a depraved groan, one that makes me a little nervous, and I swear he goes even deeper than before. 

“M-Master…Al-Alpha…” I whisper as best as I can in this position and my bottom lip juts out. “‘s s-so deep.” 

“Isn’t that what you want, hm?” He uses his strength to push himself into me and his heavy balls press into me. I squeal from the pressure and jolt back but he keeps me where he wants me. “...what you need?” 

My head spins and I start sputtering, switching between mumbling and trying to catch my breath as his weight punches the air out of my lungs. 

“You look so fucked out right now.” He withdraws from me and plunges into me again, putting all of his weight on me. “So drunk on my cock. Yeah?”

I whimper shakily and electricity bolts up my spine. 

“Ooh, fuck. Let me see how pretty you look when you come, love.” He smirks and fucks into me hard and fast, staring deep into my eyes—taking my soul for a second time. “Come on—” He’s growling all his words, his hips striking me with purpose and intention, vicious smack after smack—coaxing my orgasm out of me. “Let your alpha feel your little virgin cunt.” My face screws and I sob when my release takes over me, sending my body into a frenzied convulsion underneath him. “Yes, that’s my pretty girl. Good girl.” He pants and presses his forehead into mine, and his movements falter. “Gonna breed you so deep, so hard, fuck—” 

Yes. Breed me. 

He lets out a sudden, loud grunt, and then I feel it. A harsh throb that isn’t mine, and a heat flooding deep inside me. His hips buck and rut in an uncontrolled manner, and he groans lengthily, darkly. His breath is heavy and fast, and he’s still looking me deep in the eye. I feel myself fade, the dim lights in his room darken some more and my breath won’t stop hitching. I’m satiated and so full—so happy. 

I’m exactly where I should be. 

sung jin-woo’s pov

 I watch her eyes unfocus and her eyelids droop—she’s slipping away. I ease up off of her and throw her leg over to her side, and tuck myself behind her. I stay inside her, making sure not a single drop of my seed is spilled. If I could plug her full of me, I would. My head is still quite foggy, but I can feel that it’s starting to clear now. Her scent is less potent, and her body isn’t as hot to the touch. 

Is it over?

Notification: [Secret Quest: A Lycan’s Heat] is complete.

I breathe a sigh of relief. Her heat has broken. I dismiss the blue screen and glance over to my bedside clock—6:47a.m. An orange hue illuminates behind my grey curtains, and my eyes grow heavier. My mana is dangerously low, but I’ll let it run out completely. 

I don’t want this to end just yet. 

[mrskyler]

Helloo, I hope ur having a nice day today:33!!! I wanna request for boyfriend Sung Jinwoo ueueueu. Jinwoo with a reader that is artistic and has tons of hyperfixations. They like to do art, tarot readings, are heavily invested in marine biology and mushrooms, and makes crochet stuffed toys^^!!! Reader is also very fluffy and cute bebi, they are very bubnly and bright like a lil sunshine:DD

🧡🌙 " If I am the Moon, you are the Sun. " ✨☀️

ᯓ★ 「 Sung Jin-Woo x Artist! Male reader 」 𖹭⭑.ᐟ

Versão em português.

「 I used Google Translate to translate this work, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes! 」

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ᯓ★ A/N:

╰┈➤ Helloo, Jellykyunnie ! Thanks for the request. I hope you are having a great day! If you're having a bad time, I hope this post makes you fell better! ‹𝟹 ( I'm so sorry, it took me so long to make your request!! 😭😭💔 )

╰┈➤ Also, i don't have much knowledge about hyperfocus / Hyperfixation or tarot reading so I read some articles about it and made this post based on that. So i'm sorry if something is wrong!

╰┈➤ It's been over two years since I last read Solo Leveling, so it's quite likely that the characters are OOC. ( I haven't finished reading the manhwa and I've never read the novel. )

╰┈➤ I'm trying to change my writing. So the style will be quite different compared to my last post. ( I'm really sorry for not posting anything in a year, 2024 was one of the worst years of my life and I barely had time to do anything. And i also suffer from some things that prevent me from posting. )

╰┈➤ No beta reader, we die like all my comfort characters.

𖹭 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

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M/n is known for having a large circle of friends, which he has won over with his cheerful personality and a great presence in the room – one that could easily rival the Sun itself.

While Jin-Woo only has three or four friends – whom he met over time in his work environment as a hunter.

But, honestly, he doesn't really care about the small number.

Satisfied only with the company of his few friends; his mother, younger sister, and last but not least – his boyfriend.

M/n and Jin-Woo already knew that there was a phrase that was very common to be spoken among their circle of friends.

Which they always used to refer to the couple – as a little inside joke.

To the point that whenever M/n made a new friend and they heard that phrase coming from others, they would definitely agree with the rest.

As if it were an absolute truth.

"If M/n is the Sun, Sung Jin-Woo is the Moon."

And Jin-Woo definitely agrees with that.

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Jin-Woo is not the type of person who has an interest in art, and even if he did, he couldn't and wouldn't be able to go to a museum.

After all, before receiving the system, he had always been extremely busy entering the portals – only to come out with a measly crystal that wouldn't even be enough to pay half of his mother's hospital bills; and as a gift, numerous serious injuries all over his body that would cause him to have to spend the next entire week in the hospital.

Thus, further increasing his debt as the only man in the house.

And even if he didn't want to, he still remembers that fateful day that completely changed the course of his life.

He doesn't know how many times he replayed that day in his mind, over and over again – the number was probably already in the triple digits.

How many times he replayed dialogues in his mind like an old cassette tape.

It was certainly a way his brain found to react to the trauma – making him have to relive that nightmare countless times.

Maybe that's why he remembers the events so vividly: how the weather was slightly sunny that particular afternoon; the people whispering behind his back and the looks of superiority in his direction; the feel of the almost-healed bruises beneath his Band-Aids; the feeling of the portal consuming him.

But, without a doubt, the worst part of this memory is when he steps into that room full of statues.

Even if he tried to forget them, they would still be there – following him until the end of his eternity.

He vividly remembers the state of utter terror he felt when those golden-bright eyes looked at him, along with the sickening smell of burning human flesh that followed; the blood painting his hands, clothes, and the soles of his shoes; the pain of the spear piercing his body, the stone pillar crashing into his head and back – the strange rectangular blue glow.

Player...

But even after all this, he still felt this urge to venture into the portals.

With the system in his favor, Jin-Woo managed to obtain immense power – one that he could only imagine having in his wildest dreams.

But, as people always say: "Nothing in this life is free."

As long as he did everything the system told him to do, he wouldn't have to worry about whether he would earn enough money to survive another day.

Even if it meant killing other people.

So imagine Jin-Woo's surprise when his sister, Sung Jin-Ah, asked him to go to the museum.

He didn't even know his sister was interested in art. Don't teenagers usually enjoy art, only online? So did she like these types of art – made centuries ago – or did she just want to spend time with him?

That's how Jin-Woo finally realized that he was never very present in his sister's life.

After all, while she was studying, he was fighting for his life in a dungeon to be able to pay the countless things he was responsible for – like the medical bills for his mother in a coma; his sister's school fees; the rent for his apartment, along with the water, electricity and internet bills; calculating how much money he could spend on groceries that would be enough to last the entire month; and a small allowance for his younger sister, so she could buy something on her own – thus feeling somewhat independent of his brother, even though the money was originally his.

Because of this, he finds himself sitting on a bench with his arms crossed, staring at a painting he's not even sure what it is. 'Is this really a renowned painting, or a drawing by a five-year-old that accidentally ended up in a museum?' Jin-Woo thought in confusion.

Wanting to get a better look, he squinted and leaned forward a little—similar to those older people who wear glasses; who for some reason decide to lift them up in a failed attempt to see better.

Giving up on deciphering those countless confusing colors and not wanting to waste any more time, Jin-Woo looks around for his sister.

Spotting Jin-Ah a little in the distance walking towards a specific area of the museum, he decides to stand up and put his hands in his coat pocket before starting to follow her.

Meanwhile, in the back of his mind and beneath his feet, Jin-Woo could hear his shadow army discussing what shape that enigmatic painting was.

"Dog!"

"Bunny!!"

"Duck!"

"An ant."

"HORSE!!!"

Jin-Woo stopped walking.

'A horse?' Jin-Woo wondered mentally as he broke out in a cold sweat.

To tell the truth, he didn't even know some of those shadows could talk. After all, some of them just grunted or something like that.

The shadow that spoke more than one word was definitely Igris. Was he referring to Beru?

"I wasn't, your majesty."

This made Jin-Woo shiver a little. He completely forgot that the shadows could read his mind.

Already able to feel the people around staring at him, he starts walking again.

But they weren't confused faces, or the superior ones he was so used to.

But, impressed – eyebrows raised, mouths slightly open, eyes wide, faces slightly reddened.

Not being a narcissist or anything, but if he saw someone who looked like he does now, he definitely wouldn't be able to take his eyes off them. What if he became a model for extra income? After all, a little extra money never hurt anyone.

Getting closer to his sister, who was looking at a painting with her back turned, he called out to her: "Jin-Ah!"

Hearing her name called by a familiar voice, she turned toward the person. Her face lit up slightly when she spotted her brother in the distance. "Oppa!" she called, waving her arm.

Stopping in front of her, Jin-Woo gives a slight smile of recognition, and looks at the painting behind Jin-Ah – which she was observing just seconds ago.

"Did you find this painting interesting?" He asked as he pointed with his finger – mildly interested in what his sister found.

"Ah." She turns, and stares at the painting again – which stares back at her.

The painting looked more like a photograph than art that was made by human hands.

The painting depicted the seabed and its stunning creatures – consisting of brushstrokes in various shades of blue, along with other lighter hues such as white, yellow, purple, pink, and green. Jin-Woo doesn't have much knowledge of marine life, but with what he does know, he can recognize some of the animals.

But what really stood out was the enormous jellyfish that was in the middle of the painting – as if it were the main star.

Jin-Woo didn't realize he had been staring at the painting for so long until his sister tugged on his coat sleeve.

"Hey Oppa, look!" Blinking his eyes a little in an attempt to get out of the slight trance he was in, he looks at what his sister was pointing at with her finger.

It was a small golden rectangle right below the painting – probably telling the name of the artist and the date the painting was placed in the museum.

Leaning in slightly, and trying not to touch the thick red rope that protected the perimeter of the board, he analyzed the information.

"M/n, right? That's a nice name." Jin-Woo compliments.

'Was that a foreign name? It sounds like one.' If it was a Korean name, he had never heard of it before.

Jin-Woo's eyes lower slightly, reading the next piece of information – which causes him to make a slight noise of surprise and confusion.

Okay, that really surprised him. "Was this painting put here today?"

Jin-Ah smiles and turns slightly toward her brother. "Yes! I wanted to come here today because I heard some girls in my class talking about a cool event happening at the museum." She replies, before placing her hand on her chin and looking away – as if trying to remember the rest of the information. "As far as I remember, the event's focus is on exhibiting some artwork by the best students at that art college near our house, you know?" Jin-Ah asks while looking at him, hoping her brother knows what she's talking about.

Jin-Woo nodded – his eyebrows were slightly raised at the information. 'The best students, right?' He looks again at the work of art in front of him.

'Yes. The person who did this definitely knew what they were doing.'

While Jin-Woo was deep in thought, Jin-Ah started looking around a bit – as if she was looking for something specific.

Seeing something moving out of the corner of his eye, Jin-Woo turns his head towards his sister again.

Seeing what she was doing, he asked curiously, "What are you looking for?" This caused her to turn her attention back to him.

"Oh, I'm just looking for more paintings made by him." She replies with a slight smile on her face.

Jin-Woo raises an eyebrow – curious about his sister's new interest in this specific artist.

"Did you really like this painting that much?" She just nodded excitedly – it reminded him of when she was a child and was so happy about something.

That memory brought a faint smile to his face.

He turns fully toward her. "Okay then, I'll help you look for more of his paintings." Hearing this, Jin-Ah's smile widened even more.

She really look happy.

Jin-Woo wouldn't admit it out loud, but this was an excuse for him to also look for more works by this artist named M/n.

He didn't know why, but something about that painting grabbed him, and now he needed more of that unknown feeling – perhaps to satisfy this new interest that had blossomed within him.

After walking around the exhibition area for a while, the two brothers found more of the artist's works – all of them paintings depicting marine life, or the most diverse types of mushrooms.

One characteristic that Jin-Woo found quite interesting in relation to these two types of paintings that M/n made, was that when the painting depicted aquatic animals; cold colors were used, and when it was about small fungi; they were replaced by warm colors – with the sun's rays always present.

When they both stopped in front of a painting, they would spend a few minutes analyzing and discussing what that particular painting wanted to tell them – Jin-Ah believed that the meaning was hidden among the brushstrokes and the animals or fungi chosen; while Jin-Woo believed that the artist just really liked the sea and mushrooms.

Analyzing one of the latest works by the brother and sister duo's new favorite artist, Jin-Ah looks at her brother, causing him to look back at her.

"Do you think there's a bathroom here?" She asks genuinely.

Jin-Woo remains silent for 5 seconds, mentally wondering if his sister was serious or not.

Jin-Ah's eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" This caused a slightly mocking smile to slowly appear on Jin-Woo's face.

"Obviously they do," he says in a slight mocking tone.

Her eyebrow twitched.

"I was just asking!" She says irritated and embarrassed, her voice rising as she turns fully towards her brother.

Seeing this reaction, Jin-Woo gave a small, genuine laugh – which caused Jin-Ah to stop talking immediately.

When was the last time she saw her brother laugh?

This reminded her of the countless nights she spent awake waiting for her brother to return from a dungeon. Only to wake up to a call from the hospital, and be informed that Jin-Woo was, once again, hospitalized with serious injuries – or even on the verge of death.

When he woke up the next day, Jin-Woo felt very guilty for making her miss class because of him. But while ignoring her own feelings, she assured him that it was her choice to miss it, and that he should focus on resting and recovering.

But he was released from the hospital a few days later – even though doctors recommended he stay a little longer to fully recover. But, as always, Jin-Woo said everything was fine.

But Jin-Ah noticed the way he limped as he said goodbye to her before heading towards yet another dungeon.

Noticing his sister's strange behavior, he called out to her as he extended his arm toward her shoulder. "Jin-Ah-"

Jin-Ah snorted, causing Jin-Woo to stop moving. "I don't need your help, Oppa." She said pouting and crossing her arms. "I'll go find the bathroom myself!"

Jin-Woo noticed the way she deflected the subject, so he decided to do the same – not wanting to pressure her into saying what was bothering her.

Jin-Woo sighed as he lowered his arm. "Okay. You can go and I'll wait here for you."

"Right!" She confirmed and started walking away. But she stopped after a few steps, causing Jin-Woo to raise an eyebrow.

She turned and looked at her brother. "Don't go anywhere! I don't want to have to look for you all over the museum!" She shouted into the distance, causing a few people to look in her direction.

Jin-Woo just smiled slightly and waved his hand for her to quickly go find the bathroom.

Seeing this, she walked on until she was out of his sight.

Looking around a bit, he spotted a bench in front of a painting he hadn't seen before. This was enough to pique his curiosity, causing him to walk over to the bench and sit down.

Analyzing the painting, he realized that it was the largest painting he had seen so far by this painter. The painting was divided in half – one side was the sea animals painted in bluish tones, and the other, the mushrooms and sunbeams painted in yellowish tones.

While Jin-Woo was deep in thought, he noticed a person sitting next to him.

He didn't care much about the stranger's presence, until he asked him a question:

"What do you think of this painting?"

This causes Jin-Woo to have his attention taken away from the painting.

He glances slightly in the direction of the person – who was already looking at him with a small smile on his face. Without realizing it, as if it were something automatic, his body immediately went on guard and his eyes slowly scanned the stranger from top to bottom. 'A young man, probably in his twenties. Doesn't appear to be a hunter, but I can't let appearances deceive me.'

Jin-Woo gives a businesslike smile. "It's a good painting," he answers honestly. "What about you? What do you think of it?" He shoots back.

"Hmmmm" the man thinks as he places a hand on his chin and turns towards the painting.

A few seconds pass.

"I think it could be better."

Jin-Woo's eyebrows rose slightly at the answer. "Really?"

The man nods – still with a smile on his face.

Jin-Woo looked at the painting again, and for some unknown reason, decided to be really honest with his opinion.

He began to explain how this particular artist's various paintings made him feel; how he could see every brushstroke he made; how the artist seemed to really enjoy what he painted, just by seeing and analyzing some of his paintings. The more Jin-Woo talked, the more immersed in the feeling he became.

To the point that it seemed like he was talking more to himself than to the unknown man beside him – who had turned completely towards him and seemed to have his smile growing bigger by the second.

After a few minutes, Jin-Woo realized what he was doing – which caused him to immediately shut up.

Placing his hand lightly over his mouth, he turned toward the man. "Sorry about that. I ended up saying too much." He apologized through a cold sweat.

The man shook his head. "It's okay! I enjoyed listening to you talk. It seems like you really like this artist." Jin-Woo gave a dry laugh as he scratched his cheek.

His body felt more relaxed now.

"To tell you the truth, I discovered his work today."

The man's eyebrows raise. "Really? The way you talked about his work with such passion, I thought you were his number one fan!" The man teases playfully.

The two spend a few more minutes talking about a variety of subjects, until a young woman starts walking towards them.

"Oppa!" Jin-Ah calls as she approaches, waving her arm – causing Jin-Woo to look in her direction and smile.

When she stops in front of the two, she notices someone sitting next to her brother – who is almost invading his personal space.

Jin-Ah raises an eyebrow at the stranger. From the way they seemed so relaxed in each other's presence, she would say they were very close friends. But she'd never seen this person before in Jin-Woo's small group of friends. But she smiles and greets him.

"Oh, hello! Sorry, I hadn't seen you before." She apologizes as she clasps her hands together and bows slightly.

The man quickly waves his hands away in embarrassment. "It's okay! Don't worry about it."

She composes herself and turns to her brother. "Oppa, you should introduce me to your friend!" Jin-Woo looks at the man beside him and then at his sister.

He chuckles slightly as he looks away from the two.

This seems to turn on a light bulb in the man's head – he quickly stands up, causing both of them to look in his direction.

He laughs as he scratches his head. "Haha, sorry about that, I forgot to introduce myself!" He says, apologizing for his carelessness.

The next words spoken make the two brothers' eyes widen:

"You can call me M/n!"

"?!!"

–

At the end of that day, M/n insisted so much that Jin-Woo gave in his number, that he ended up giving in out of pure pressure – Jin-Woo wouldn't say it out loud, but he also wanted to get the number of his new favorite artist.

After a few months of talking, they slowly began to develop romantic feelings for each other.

Having two extremely proactive people in the relationship meant that whoever took the initiative first to ask the other out on a date varied greatly. – sometimes it was M/n, with his outgoing, Golden Retriever-like personality, or Jin-Woo with his confident, slightly flirtatious personality.

And Jin-Woo loves how M/n seems to have all kinds of hobbies.

One of the things he never imagined was someone like M/n, a walking ray of sunshine, doing tarot readings – he had in mind a stereotypical appearance of people who did this kind of thing.

So imagine his surprise when, after returning from another day of work, find his apartment completely dark; his boyfriend sitting at the dining table that was covered with a dark blanket while having an innocent smile on his face and professionally shuffling a deck of strange cards.

When he asked what he was doing, M/n just responded with a quick kiss on his lips while laughing like a child. "Go take a shower and then come back here. I want to do something with you."

Following what his boyfriend said, he soon found himself sitting in the chair opposite M/n while drying his wet hair with a towel.

After a while with M/n explaining the situation and his intentions, Jin-Woo follows every command asked – like shuffling the cards while thinking about what he wanted.

"Okay, which card do you want to see first?" M/n asks as he refers to the three cards placed in front of the two.

Jin-Woo spends a few seconds thinking before pointing to the middle one. "My present."

M/n whistles. "That's an interesting choice! " He slowly extends his arm and finally turns the card over.

'Death.'

A few seconds pass with the two of them just staring at those words.

Jin-Woo seemed slightly surprised. After all, he never told him about his death-related powers.

Yes, he kept Igris in his shadow all the time. But he highly doubted that a normal person like him, who wasn't a hunter, could sense the presence of his shadows.

So there was only one concrete answer to this.

Him was very good at reading people with these tarot cards.

M/n smiles.

"Don't worry about it! It might sound scary, but the death card doesn't mean you're actually going to die." He quickly explains while waving his arm. "But, transformations and the closing of cycles. A need to leave behind old patterns, habits, or relationships that no longer serve you, making room for something new. " As he finished explaining the meaning of the letter that usually terrifies the people who pick it up, the doorbell rang.

Jin-Woo raises an eyebrow, wondering who would be at his apartment door so late at night.

But before he could get up, M/n had already jumped up and almost knocked over the chair and table together. "Finally! " He screams with joy as he runs towards the door.

After witnessing this, Jin-Woo finally gets up from his chair and follows his boyfriend.

When he stopped behind him, Jin-Woo saw him closing the door while holding a pizza box. "Did you order pizza? "

When he heard his voice, he quickly turned around and jumped. "Aah! You scared me!" This drew a hearty laugh from Jin-Woo.

"Sorry about that." Sometimes he forgets that people can't hear his footsteps.

After recovering, M/n answered his boyfriend's question: "Yes, I ordered while you were taking a shower." He explained before walking past Jin-Woo, who soon began following him towards the living room.

"I ordered half of my favorite flavor, and the other half of yours." He said as he placed the box on the table and threw himself onto the couch.

Jin-Woo sat beside him, gently cupped his face, and kissed his soft lips as a way of thanking for the food. "Thank you, love." He said with a sincere smile on his face.

Which you return with a big smile – so bright it momentarily blinds him.

The two of you soon settled in, turned on the TV to a fun show, grabbed a slice of pizza, and enjoyed the rest of the evening in the comfort of your apartment.

Another hobby M/n has is crocheting animals – which Jin-Woo thinks is really cute that he does.

Because of his hyperfixation, M/n could sometimes clean the entire house in a matter of hours or quickly master a new hobby.

But sometimes, he didn't realize he spent hours just locked in his office painting pictures or crocheting stuffed animals – unable to do the basics, like showering or eating.

And since Jin-Woo spent the whole afternoon in the portals, he couldn't stop him from doing that kind of thing.

He could make Igris, who is in M/n's shadow, ask him to take a break, and if he refused, Igris would easily throw you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and carry you out by force.

But since Jin-Woo didn't want M/n to know about his powers, one day he bought an alarm clock of his favorite sea animal to remind him to take a break.

Most of the time this works, but sometimes M/n is so focused on something that he completely ignores the sound of the alarm clock ringing for several minutes, or just turns it off.

When this happens, Igris immediately warns Jin-Woo – who is currently coming out of a portal.

He quickly takes out his cell phone and calls M/n. After a few failed attempts, he realizes that M/n is so focused on what he's doing that he's not answering his calls.

He immediately switches places with one of his shadows, which he keeps in his apartment for emergencies.

Jin-Woo goes to his office and finds him surrounded by a variety of penguins. 'Looks like this is his new focus,' he thinks while looks around.

"Love." M/n doesn't respond.

Jin-Woo sighs, already knowing what he has to do.

This is how he spends the next few minutes trying to get M/n's attention, and then trying to convince him to leave his office.

When he finally does, he realizes how tired his boyfriend is. He quickly takes him to the bathroom and takes a hot bath together.

Jin-Woo smiles when he feels his boyfriend's body relaxing against his.

Jin-Woo also loves the part that M/n cares deeply for the people around him.

Usually, when his friends are going through hard times or crying, they go to M/n, saying that just his warm presence is enough to calm them down.

But M/n does more than that.

If they were both in a public place, M/n would immediately notice something was wrong – just by observing their behavior, or how their friend seems more withdrawn than the others.

He would quickly take them to a more private and quiet place. This way, he can ask what was wrong and get his friend to calm down enough to get it off their chest.

M/n would make an excuse for the rest of the group of friends, and take his friend to some coffee shop or just for a walk in the park.

While doing all this, he would hold their hands and walk beside them.

If this happened in his apartment, he would make his friend sit on the couch and quickly bring a fluffy pillow and soft blankets.

M/n would soon professionally roll them into a burrito and leave them lying on the couch. He would run to the kitchen, make them something to drink, and grab some cookies and chips.

He would then return to the living room at the same speed while holding a pile of food in his arms, and spend the rest of the afternoon trying to calm them down as much as he could.

But the funniest part of all this, regardless of whether this kind of thing happened in public or in the comfort of your home, while his friend was distracted, m/n would just take a crocheted animal off his back and shove it in their face.

""Aah! What is that?! " His friend would scream in confusion as they tried to get the plush out of their faces.

M/n laughed. "He's here to help you calm down! "

This situation has happened so many times, and with different people in the group, that his friends ended up noticing that it was never the same animal.

When they asked M/n why he carried crocheted stuffed animals and why they were always different animals; and adding the fact that he just pulled them off his back out of complete nowhere, M/n just shrugged with a smile on his face.

"Who knows? Sometimes I don't even know which animal will come out."

After hearing this, his friends just accepted this fact and started calling every animal that came out of his back "Mr. Comfort."

–

At the end of the day, Jin-Woo and M/n lay in bed together.

But Jin-Woo felt like there were more figures inside their room than usual.

He gave a tired smile. "Oh yeah. Me. My boyfriend. And his collection of 500 crocheted stuffed animals he made."

This drew a hearty laugh from M/n. "Here." he said as he turned around and placed something on Jin-Woo's chest.

Looking down, he met a pair of tired eyes the same color as his own.

"I made it thinking of you." M/n said, referring to the small black cat plush he was holding.

Jin-Woo chuckled lightly. "I loved it." He said as he placed his hand on top of M/n's.

Turning towards him, he gently kissed his lips.

"Good night, my love."

M/n smiled at the nickname.

"Good night, kitten."

╰┈➤ A meme about this fanfic:

[fuyuu-chan]

Lowkey

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader & Liu Zhigang x Reader

Fuyuu-chan: another draft post hahaha (and dont worry im gonna post another one soon)

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Sung Jinwoo:

• Both of you decided to keep it private the moment you two became official

• There were reasons why

• One, both your work as hunters. A lot of people admire you two separately and your "friendship". Some are obsessive fans tho, so they might do smth (like stalking and such)

• Second, the dangers. If people found out about you two especially enemies, they might use it to their advantage

• There were more reasons why. But most of all you two kept it to yourselves for your peace and quiet. You two just wanted go be alone and enjoy your time together

• You two were pretty good at hiding your relationship tho. In public, you two were able to sneak glances at each other making eye contacts but never too long for anyone to suspect a thing

• It reminded you back in the day were you have this crush on him and admiring him from afar so you have experience (the same goes to him, as you two unknowingly pined for each other then)

• You two get to chat in public too, like alone together. And people only thought of it as you two like good friends

• When on meetings and you two are sat together he would sneak and hold your hand under the table

• If not, he would always glance at you across the table and would pretend to be looking around the room

Liu Zhigang:

• You two hid it as well for the same reasons as Jinwoo especially since this guy is a national level hunter

• There were more prying eyes

• But with Liu, its actually more free in a sense, whenever you two are in public

• And I meant that even before you two become official and started a relationship, this guy always flirts with you so whenever he did that now even in public, they never questioned it anymore

• So he didn't need to hold back when it comes to that

• Also you two weren't that completely worried if your relationship became public, but both of you just wanted your private life to remain like that. Only for yourselves.

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Please do not copy, translate, repost to any other social media, Thank you.

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Come Home to Me (2/2)

Read Part 1 | Read it on AO3

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo X Female Reader

Genre: Marriage AU, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort

Summary: Your husband notices how worried you are about him going on another raid, so he stays for a bit longer to convince you that no matter what happens in the future, he will come home to you.

Word Count: 8K (I wrote too many banters I'm so sorry)

Content Warnings: Semi-public sex, swearing

“Beru, take my daughter inside. I need to be with my wife. Alone.” 

The sudden solemnity that befell your husband’s face and the way his voice, low and heavy, resonated in the air around you smeared goosebumps upon your skin. His tone carried a breath of possessiveness, imbuing life to the slumbering butterflies within your stomach.

“Certainly, my liege,” came the shadow soldier’s immediate response. Shortly after he performed a deep bow, Beru walked into the house with your daughter held tight in his arms, closing the front door behind him to offer you the freedom to speak what your heart truly felt—except you couldn’t. You were scared for a thousand different reasons.

The sun had sunk low enough below the horizon for the darkness to gather, a stroke of purple hue tinging the vast orange sky, ready to wrap the stars with its velvety quilt. Jinwoo might appear nearly transcendent under the evening sun, but nothing embraced him better than the night’s cloak, a fitting companion to a man who carried the undead within his steps. Standing before him in this quietude, you felt like you slowly returned to your old self. Abashed, nervous, losing your tongue in front of a man so handsome, he made your heart ache.

Jinwoo turned to you, his face unreadable, guarded, but there was undoubtedly a gleam of concern residing in his deep blue eyes. He took a stride toward you, his movement soundless against the marbled floor of your porch, the same way death approached those who wished to harm the only person he could call home. “What is it?” he began in a voice so soft, it was almost zephyr-like. His lean fingers circled your wrist like a bracelet, cool to the touch. “You’ve never looked this perturbed before. Did something happen?”

“No,” your answer—your lie—came almost instantly, flawless to anyone’s ears. “Nothing happened.” Behind your clamped teeth, your mind endlessly screamed the words your tongue was itching to say, a desperate plea you tried to veil with everything you had.

Don’t go, Jinwoo, please, just this one time. I have a terrible feeling about this, and I know I can’t prove to you why, but it’s eating me alive. I feel it stronger today, this fear of losing you, of losing the other half of me. I know you want me to bid my farewell with a smile the way I always do, and I’m trying my best to do it even now, but there’s only so much I can keep to myself. I don’t want to say goodbye to my husband, not knowing if it will be the last time I can see his face. So, please… Please stay… Don’t leave me. Don’t go. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Although these thoughts remained unspoken, in Jinwoo’s eyes, they manifested vividly on your face. But he wished to hear them directly, to see them flow past your lips, so he could capture each sentence and turn them into words of comfort. 

“Sweetheart,” he repeated, his voice tender yet authoritative at the same time. “Don’t make me leave you like this. Don’t make me worry about you more than I already do. Tell me. Tell me so I can help.”

He’s right, you thought. Keeping this from him will only make him worry. He can’t afford to get distracted, not now. But when you still kept your lips pressed tight, trying to collect the words, his two fingers framed your chin, leaving you with no choice but to meet his scrutinizing stare. 

He seemed upset. No, more than that, he looked… angry.

The air seemed to shimmer around him as his emotions slowly climbed to the surface, his gaze darkening as his desire to protect you gripped him like a vice. “Did someone hurt you?” Jinwoo questioned you, his voice a deep rumble, crossing through the nearly infinitesimal space between your lips and his like an impending storm. 

You fidgeted. “N-no—”

He tilted your face higher, not letting you break free from his gaze. “I would be able to tell in a heartbeat if someone laid a hand on you, but if there was something that I didn’t know, some clues that I missed, someone who made you feel even slightly unsafe.” His eyes began to gleam; the shadows beneath his feet trembled in fear in the presence of his restrained rage. “I want their names. Now.”

You gulped. This side of him never failed to make shivers crawl down your spine. Jinwoo had always been so gentle and loving with you that it was easy to forget just how vicious and merciless he could be when his protectiveness over you took form. Your husband had killed for your sake before, more than you could possibly count, and he’d take another hundred lives within a blink of your eyes should you ask him to. 

As you released your shuddering breath, you twined your fingers around his wrist. “No.” You tilted your head to the side just enough for your lips to press a soothing kiss against the blue and red rivers of veins under his pasty skin. “It’s not like that. No threats, nothing. I’m safe.”

Relief washed over him, albeit only faintly. “What is it, then?”

You tarried, trying to mince your phrases as best as you could. “I know you can handle anything,” you only began, yet your voice was already cracking with emotions. “I know that, and I believe in your strength. But I saw you, Jinwoo, just like everybody else. I saw the way your enemy stabbed your heart and tore open your chest. You survived. By some miracle, you did. But the sight of it… It haunts me."

You took a breath before you continued. "I find it impossible to sleep at night when you’re not next to me. My mind keeps drifting back to you no matter what I do, wondering if you were fighting for your life again, trapped in a battle you couldn’t win. Sometimes I look at you and…” You laid your hand above his beating heart, your fingers tracing over it as your eyes grew vacant. “I remember the way the beast’s claws pierced through your chest, right here, all five of them. Your body may have healed, and there are no traces of those wounds left on your skin, not even a scar, but… I can still see them. I’m still scared of them. And I can’t help but think… What if it happens again? What if your luck runs out this time?”

Jinwoo continued to stay mute, listening to you intently as if you were the only voice in the universe. He only reacted once quivers ran through your fingertips, seizing your hand and pressing it harder against his chest, as if to remind you that beneath those translucent scars, his heart still remained the same—still alive, beating, racing, because of you, only for you.

You curled your fingers, still couldn’t wash away the dread. “I know you can’t change who you are,” you continued, your voice laced with tears. “And I know you have no other options but to do your duty, which is why I always try my best not to stop you from leaving. But today, for some reason, I feel anxious. It almost feels the same as how I felt on the day I almost lost you. It’s probably nothing, but… Right now, it’s suffocating me.”

The tension was palpable between you, leaving you to ponder whether you had spoken too much. Perhaps it would’ve been wiser for you not to speak at all. You blinked back your tears, wiping the ones that already crossed the edges with the heel of your palm. You felt mortified for baring your feelings out in the open, for being so theatrical about it. 

“I’m sorry. I’m being so dramatic, aren’t I?” You forced out a laugh; the desire to flee the scene was almost too tempting to refuse. It didn’t help that he hadn’t spoken a word, leaving you shrouded by your own perception of his feelings. Have you upset him? Troubled him? Or maybe even hurt him in some way? Just the thought of it brought more fresh tears to emerge in your eyes. 

“I—” You cast your face to the side. “I should go check on our baby—”

Your husband caught you by your wrist, stopping you before you could escape, his touch firm but far from painful. His eyes were hidden underneath the curtain of his raven strands, but the way he pressed his lips so tautly together, enough for them to grow white, clearly indicated how much he took your words seriously.

“I’m scared, too.” 

His confession, spoken barely above a whisper, left you stunned. Out of all the things you thought he’d say at this moment, that was never one of them.

You pivoted around to face him. “Jin… woo..?”

It took him a moment to compose his words as if he lacked the bravery to come clean, to showcase his vulnerability. It was as if he had spent an eternity trying to keep these words all to himself, fighting back all the intentions to reveal this frail side of him to you, afraid of how you’d react, if he’d sadden you with it.

“I’m terrified, Sweetheart,” he repeated, quiet, almost breathlessly. “Not of death, but leaving you.” The lines of his face were strained, filled with consternation. “I know how it feels to lose those important to me. No matter how strong I get, no matter how hard I try, I still can’t protect everyone. I’ve lost my friends in battles. I’ve lost my father. And I nearly lost my mother and my sister, too. I know exactly how it feels, and it haunts me every day more than you could imagine.” 

His face twisted in sadness, almost in agony at the recollection of the precious lives that slipped through his hands, but that amount of pain felt small in comparison to how he felt when he added, “But you…” His fingertips trailed an invisible path down your cheek. “You and our daughter… You’re beyond that. You’re not just my family; you’re fragments of me. The hardest part of my mission is never about dealing with my enemies. It’s this moment right here, right now, bidding you goodbye and watching you smile back at me with your heart breaking in your eyes, thinking that you’d never get to see me again. You’re constantly on my mind, Sweetheart, every second of every day. And I always worry that something will happen to you while I’m gone. That you won’t be here to meet me at the door when I come home. That I’d be too late, and I wouldn’t be able to find you, to save you, even if I searched the whole world for you.” 

His throat felt parched, his voice so close to shattering. “With my power, no matter where you are, no matter how far you are from me, I can run back to you the moment I sense danger around you, but it will take me a second, and a second could change everything. You saw what happened with Jinah, didn’t you? I managed to save her right on time, but if I had arrived only a second later, I would’ve lost her. And if I… If you were in the same position… And I was a second too late on my way back to you… If I lost you forever…” He took one last step toward you, and he crumbled, his body sinking forward, his head falling to your shoulder. “I wouldn’t know how to live my life anymore…” A shaky breath escaped him. “Not without you…”

The amount of fear that radiated through his body was almost appalling. It was hard to believe someone so strong could tremble like this at the thought of losing you.

Jinwoo lifted his head, gathering your face in his hands, his eyes carrying the weight of a broken man. “I know it’s hard for you to watch me leave…” He pressed your foreheads together, his eyes closed in the sliver of bliss from being so close to you, but his eyebrows remained furrowed, tense from the pain and the horror of being separated from the other half of his soul. “And I will never make light of your feelings, but you also need to know just how unbearable it is for me to walk away from you…” 

You squeezed your teeth together behind your lips, your vision blurred by your tears. You could only offer a shaky nod in response, afraid you’d be sobbing if you let a word slip out of you.

“It tears me apart just to kiss you goodbye, Sweetheart.” He returned the small distance between you, gently brushing your tears away with his thumb. “Every single time I leave, it’s like cutting off a piece of me, and you don’t know how much, just how much I want to stay and be with you right now—to spend every second of my life with you, so I can stop you from looking at me with those eyes. So I can put your heart at ease.” He lifted your face just enough to meet your crystalline eyes. “Don’t ever think I want to choose my duty over you. You are always, always, the most important thing in my life.”

It was the first time you saw him so fragile, so exposed, and you could feel just how much your presence in his life affected him. You were his weakness, his only weakness. 

You quickly collected yourself, desperate to assure him. “I know…” Speaking in your softest voice, you reached out to touch him, to cup his cheek, to do anything you could to soothe him even when you, yourself, were so close to breaking. “I know how much you care about me—about us—and I’m happy, Jinwoo. You don’t know how glad I am to have a husband like you. So strong” —you brushed a featherlight kiss on his cheek—“yet, so kind”—on his jawline—“and so, so gentle.” You planted the last one on his lips, as soft and tender as how you whispered his name. “And yes, of course, I understand how hard it is for you. This is why I didn’t want to say anything at first. I didn’t want to make you feel this way. I didn’t want to make you worry more than you already did. And I’m…” You caressed his cheekbone with your thumb. “I’m sorry for speaking my thoughts out loud just now. I shouldn’t have said anything, at least not now when you’re about to leave.”

He let out a sigh under your comforting touch, almost yearning. Covering your hand with his own, he sank his face further into your palm like a child leaning to his mother’s touch. “No, don’t be sorry,” he shook his head, his lids shutting at the feeling of your warmth seeping into his pores. “I’m glad you could be honest with me. Thank you. I can breathe easy now, knowing that you’re safe.”

When he stared down at you, your smile for him was the softest, the sweetest it had ever been. It reminded him almost of his mother’s, the way it carried so much love, affection, adoration, and, most importantly, appreciation. As someone who held nearly limitless power, the constant efforts he made to save the world were never overlooked. Still, more often than not, people chose not to express their gratitude, saying he was merely doing his job as an S-Rank Hunter, taking everything he did for granted. You had seen just how cruel the public voice could be when they spoke ill of him, not long after the Jeju Raid ended.

Hunter Min Byung-Gu’s life could’ve been saved if Sung Jinwoo had appeared sooner! Yeah, where the hell was he anyway? Why didn’t he join the raid from the start? Was he scared? Hey, hey, I heard he refused to join the raid at first. Does he not realize his responsibility as an S-Rank Hunter? Embarrassing, right? S-Rank Hunters are supposed to be selfless heroes! Sung Jinwoo is not one of them!

Your husband never let these derisions get to him, but they got to you. It pained you, angered you to see these words spreading online like wildfire, but you couldn’t do much to change their opinions, and even if you could, it wouldn’t have mattered. Jinwoo never cared about them. He cared about you, about what you think of him, and fortunately for him, you were always there to appreciate every little thing he did. He didn’t have to save the world to impress you. You were already grateful for his presence, even just by seeing him plant a little kiss on your daughter’s head. 

“Thank you, Jinwoo,” you softly said, “for making the world a better place for me and our daughter to live in. But more than that, thank you for all the efforts you made as my husband and as the father of our child. For making time for us even when you were losing sleep, drained after all the raids. I’m sure your baby is grateful, too, for all the tea parties you had with her.”

He laughed a little, still carrying a hint of melancholy. “She can be quite demanding sometimes.”

“Yes, she can, but you’re always patient with her, and I adore you for that.” You stroked his cheek. “You’re a hero to us in more ways than one. You’re everything we want you—need you to be, and for that, I’ll always be grateful to you.”

His jaws clasped together like a floodgate, preventing his emotions from bursting beyond control. He nodded once, a bit bashful but visibly delighted by your lines. With a quiet giggle, you kissed the tip of his nose. “What, getting shy now?”

He responded with a chuckle, pretty roses blooming in his cheeks. “No, I’m just happy. You always know what to say to lift the weight off my shoulders. And I wish I could say something to ease your mind, too, but…” He broke away from your touch, returning your gaze. “I don’t know what the future holds for me. I can lie to you and tell you that nothing could harm me, but I know you wouldn’t want that. So, all I can offer you right now is my promise.” He brought your hand closer to his face, his lips engraving the words directly to the bumps of your knuckles. “I promise that I will do anything, everything within my power, to come home to you.”

Your heart still splintered, but it wasn’t nearly as agonizing anymore. Perhaps it was all due to his vow. Or maybe you’ve learned how to withstand the pain, to welcome it as a part of you, knowing it was something you couldn’t chase away, something that would only be repeated in the future. “Jinwoo—”

A pair of soft lips captured your own, your face held, your words stolen. The sudden kiss was chaste, almost innocent, just pure romance beneath the bitterness of a farewell. Jinwoo pulled away but only barely, the tip of his nose still grazing your cheek. 

“I love you,” he whispered, his warm breath, sweet and intoxicating, fanning your lips. “I love you so much, Sweetheart, more than I could bear.”

You looked up at him, your heartbeat roaring in your ears. “I love you, too.” 

Another kiss, another soft touch from a man you’d sworn to love unconditionally. But the gentleness of your colliding lips, the innocence of it, could never last long, always replaced by something more arduous. A hint of his longing for you, his craving, showed in the way he molded your lips beneath his, and within seconds, his kiss turned deep, controlling, consuming. His arm slithered around your waist, pressing your body close against him, tight enough for you to wonder if you could just melt into him, be a part of him. Perhaps then, you could be wherever he was. A world where you don’t have to bid him goodbye… Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

His breathing turned uneven by the time he ended the kiss, enthralled and far from satisfied. And just like him, you couldn’t do much but stare at the shape of his pretty mouth in your haze.

“You asked me if I’d let the world burn for you.” His voice turned raspy, hoarse with need, his eyes watching the way his thumb glided over your slicked lips. He pressed down on your bottom one, and you parted your mouth in response, an act so natural, it made his gaze heavy with lust. “I’d do it,” he said, stealing your breath with it. “I’d watch the world burn to the ground just to be with you for a second longer. All you need to do is say the words.”

Your eyes turned round, your heart thrashing inside your ribcages. You could see the conviction in his eyes, giving you as much joy as the fear that dawned upon you. 

The safety of the world did not lie in Sung Jinwoo’s hands. It was in yours. 

Your ardent love, intense and overflowing, rushed to your hands, crumpling the front of his coat as you brought him back to you for another taste of his lips. You pulled your husband down to you, to where he belonged, to where he should stay, your mouth meeting his in a searing kiss. You were the gravity that pulled him in, the spark of fire to reignite the flames within him. And you wanted to kiss him forever, to have his hands on your body, to be close enough for you to—

Jinwoo suddenly stiffened in your arms, breaking off the kiss so abruptly that it left your mind reeling for a second. A frown sketched over the lines in his forehead, irritation glinting in his eyes. 

Your heart plummeted, unsure of what you did wrong. “W-what is it?”

“Nothing,” he sighed exasperatedly, massaging the bridge of his nose. “I just heard Igris talking in my ear, reminding me of my schedule. What time is it now?” He lifted his wrist, glancing at the silver watch. “Damn it.” He clicked his tongue; his vexation doubled. “I guess I really have to go.” But his eyes, like always, found their way home to you, and he took you in once more, this breathtaking view of you with your face flushed, your lips all red and bruised and glistening with his spit. “And it’s probably better if I leave now before I get, umm…” He noticeably swallowed, trying to rein in the desire to take you here against the wall. “Carried away.”

With flames kissing your cheeks, you tossed your stare to the floor. “Y-You’re right. Sorry.”

“‘Sorry?’” Jinwoo tittered, the sound soft and wonderful in your ears. Lifting your face by the chin, he tilted his head slightly to the side, adoring you. “It was my pleasure, Sweetheart.”

His smirk, his voice… He seemed so effortlessly sexy when he said it that it turned you sheepish. You removed yourself from him. “S-so, umm… When will you be back again exactly?”

“Six days from now. A week, maybe.”

Your shoulders sagged. He could’ve said six years, and it would probably sound just as torturous. “Okay…”

“Come on, baby,” he smiled softly despite his heart breaking just the same. “Don’t be like this.” He rubbed his knuckles against your cheek before he poked you lightly with his finger, making you giggle from it. “I’ll make it up to you once I get home, okay? Anything you want me to do—anything at all—I’ll do it.”

“Anything?”

His previously impish smile fully morphed into a devilish grin. “Anything.”

“Hopefully, it’s not something sexual,” you narrowed your eyes playfully at him.

“Hopefully, it is.” His chuckles didn't last long, followed shortly by a heavy sigh. “Can I hug my wife one last time?”

You stilled, your breath caught in your throat. “It’s not the last time.” 

He blinked before he understood his mistake, sadness coating the soft bow of his lips once he did. “Sorry. Poor choice of words.” He spread his arms wide, waiting for you to return to his warmth with the softest smile on his face. “I mean, can I hug you one more time before I go? And touch you endlessly once I get home?”

Contentment suffused you at once, and you answered him by carving the shape of your smile against his lips, your fingers coiled against the front of his coat. You made sure to keep your kiss light, not wanting to repeat the same mistake of drowning in desire. You weren’t sure you could escape it should it happen again. But even so, when you parted from him, you couldn’t deny the tension between you. Like magnets, you were drawn together. Just the slightest brush of your skin meeting his could turn it into a force beyond your control.

You tried to distract him—or rather, yourself. “H-hey, you said Igris talked to you before. Does that mean he… saw what we were doing?” This was the first time it happened, as Jinwoo had always been careful in the past not to let his shadow soldiers witness your intimate acts. Whenever you two were together, your husband would always command his army to shut down all their senses for a moment, to give you the privacy you needed. You weren’t sure why Igris could see you now, but the thought horrified you. “I’ve always been awkward with him because he doesn’t talk much and seems so… noble. If he saw us kissing like that, I… I don’t think I could face him again. Especially after…” You kept on rambling, driven out of shame, submerged at the thought of seeing the dark knight again after he witnessed everything that happened between you and his master.

Unbeknownst to you, Jinwoo’s eyes darkened, completely lost in the view. Seeing you like this, standing so small and fidgety before him, looking so flustered that you couldn’t handle meeting his eyes when you spoke—

God, I want to ruin her. 

I want to make her all mine again. 

His nails scraped against his palm as he tried to find restraint, his throat burning with the desire to claim you, to taste you, to drink everything you give him. You were asking him a question, weren’t you? Something about Igris. Fuck, he couldn’t remember it. He couldn’t pay attention to any of the lines you said, watching how your mouth shaped the words but not registering them. Your voice was a whisper in his ear, easily drowned by the filthy thoughts that grew even more vehemently with each second passing by.

“Honey?”

At your call, he averted his gaze. One more second looking at you, and he would’ve succumbed to his needs. “Hmm?”

“I asked you if Igris saw us.”

“Huh? Oh, right. Yes, they saw it.”

“Wait—They?”

“Yeah, the entire army, basically.” Though he wanted to seem apologetic, his grin betrayed him. “I was too absorbed with you that I forgot to tell them to close their eyes.”

You gaped, colors draining fast from your face. “Jinwoo! ”

He laughed quietly at your reaction, catching the little punches you threw to his chest.  “Baby, relax. So what if they saw us kissing? You’re my love.”

Your stomach somersaulted at the word he chose. He could’ve just said my wife instead of my love. It would've been easier for your heart. “Well, I don’t want them to see that…” Another pout, another wild urge he had to chase away before he bruised your lips with his own. You exhaled. For some reason, you felt exhausted. “Though it’s… sweet how Igris tried to keep you from running late. That should’ve been my job. Did he just pop up, tell you to go, and then disappear again?” The vision of it looked funny in your head because surely, he must’ve been embarrassed seeing us like that, right?

“Actually, he told me to stay.” Your husband wound his arms around your waist, drawing you closer before he rested them on your curves. “He said that I should just send him there and let him take care of the gate for me. So I can be here with my queen.”

“‘Your queen?”’ You repeated, couldn’t help but feel amused even though you were touched by how caring the dark knight was to your family.

Scarlet tinged his cheek. “His words, not mine.”

“I see. So, I’m not your queen, then?”

The shade deepened as he tossed his face to the side. “Of”—he cleared his throat, his voice reducing to a mumble—“Of course, you are.”

You giggled, and your husband softened into another smile, staring at you affectionately. He seemed glad that you’d rediscovered the strength to throw a jest or two. 

“Well, as much as I don’t wish for my king to go,” you dawdled with your words, building expectations as you glided one hand up his chest. You could feel the ridges of his lean, taut muscles underneath his shirt. A wave of desire pooled inside your stomach, threatening to resurface if you weren’t being careful. “The world needs him. Even if I keep you to myself now, you’re bound to leave for another mission sooner or later. I’ve come to realize that…” You paused to gain control of your emotions, your hands fixing his collar in your attempt to seek distraction. “The best way to deal with this is by getting myself used to it. Get used to this feeling that you leave me when you kiss me goodbye. I have to teach myself to be patient, as it will only be a matter of time before my husband returns. I think that’s what I have to do,” you smiled at him, shy amidst the mischievousness that you previously displayed. “As your queen.”

His heart thawed at your lines, cradling you close enough by the shoulders to bury his face in your hair, breathing in your scent, memorizing it so he could recall this sense of peace you gave him when he was miles away from you. Even without words, you could tell just how proud he was of you. “Thank you,” he murmured against your temple. He kept you this way for a moment, his nose nuzzling against your strands until he remembered how time would never be merciful to him. “I really have to go, baby…”

“I know…”

But when he pulled away, he couldn’t find the strength to detach his gaze from you, caught in a conflict between his feelings and his responsibility. “I’ll be…”—he traced your cheek, his gaze falling to your lips—“back soon, okay…?”

You nibbled at the corner of your lip, causing him to nearly groan at the sight. You didn’t mean to entice him; you were just nervous under his hooded gaze, your body brimming with anticipation. You knew he wanted another kiss, another touch, and you wanted thousands of them, but— “Okay…”

Jinwoo moved closer, as close as he could be, his face hovering merely a few inches from yours. Nothing but desire resided in his eyes, his voice low and husky when he spoke, “Don’t miss me too much…”

It was like the air crackled between you, invisible hands drawing you together. Your fingers twined a little tighter around the front of his coat, itching to tug him down and erase the millimeters of space separating your lips. “I’ll try…” You replied with shivers in your breath, and in a moment of weakness, your gaze cascaded to his lips.

And seeing that, he snapped.

All shadows. Leave us. Now.

“Jin—mmph!” You were pushed back against the wall, your body lifted to your toes, and your lips devoured. He couldn’t do it. Whatever battle he was fighting inside, he lost it the moment he realized you wanted him just the same, and he didn’t care. You were still his prize to claim, your taste was his to consume, your warmth was his to take, and he drowned in you almost instantly, his fingers possessively grabbing your face, leaving you with no choice but to accept his kiss, to accept whatever it was he planned to give you. 

Without wasting a second, he wedged his knee between your legs, parting them open and having his thigh pressed firmly against your core. You gasped against his mouth, your body clinging onto him, shuddering at the thrilling sensation. “J-Jinwoo—”

“I know,” he replied shortly, almost in a growl, breathless against your mouth. “I need you, too, so just—” He pressed your body tight against him, his lips placed upon yours again with such urgency as if being separated from you for merely a second deprived him of all the oxygen he needed.

The last thread of restraint in your head forced you to place your hands on his chest. Despite your aching need to rub yourself against his thigh, you voiced your thoughts aloud between lustful kisses. “Wait—we shouldn’t—mmph—”

With a grunt, he removed your hands from him, pinning them against the wall as he ceaselessly devoured your mouth. He kept you that way, trapped and caged within his hold. “Y-you have to go,” you managed to whimper out, your body tensing as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down your throat.

Jinwoo finally broke away, his face flushed, painted over with nothing but ardor. “Want me to stop?”

Your heart thrashed wildly inside your chest. The huskiness in his voice, the way his breathing turned heavy at the sight of you—what women would say no?

“Come here.” You pulled him back to you, begged him for another kiss, a wish that he was so eager to comply. Struggling to match his pace, you found yourself clawing at the back of his trench coat, one of your legs hooking around his thigh as he pushed your dress up to your stomach, revealing more soft skin and supple flesh for him to grip and sink his nails into. He grunted against your neck, a string of expletives among sinful praises, and you shut your eyes, head thrown back at the thrill of having him act so needy, so desperate for you. 

You couldn’t care about anything, not anymore, but your memory recalled the sour look he made when he checked on his watch a moment ago. How much time do we have until he really needs to go? “Jinwoo—ah—” You felt his teeth grinding not so gently against your skin, marking you as if he wanted to leave something for you to remember him by, to ache for in your wake. “W-what time should you be leaving—”

His fingers circled your throat, holding you dominantly in his grip. “Ten minutes ago. Open your mouth.”

He deepened the kiss as soon as you parted your lips for him, moaning at the burst of your taste on his tongue. You welcomed his taste with a gasp, your hands now crawling up his nape, his hair, making a nest out of his strands the same way he made a mess out of you. His tongue delved inside, begging for a sliver of your sweetness, but you wanted to give him everything, and you did, your tongue sliding against his own, kissing him as if this was your last time to remember just how amazing he felt against you, lips to lips, tongue to tongue, body to body. All the fear you had over his departure, all the love you held for him, they dissolved into one, into this burning ache that permeated your core, the need to have him close.

And God, you wanted more, wanted him so badly, it felt like torture.

“Fuck,” Jinwoo groaned, followed quickly by a low moan of your name. He was really trying to hold back, to only settle down for a kiss or two, but— “Why do you have to be so goddamn irresistible all the time?”

He was suffering just the same, one hand slamming against the door to maintain his distance, to keep him away from crushing you, from becoming one with you. It balled into a fist, evidence of what was left of his self-control; his fingers clenched so tightly that it painted his knuckles white and his palm crimson. His other arm snaked around your waist as his mouth sucked bruises on your collarbone, his nails clawing against the fabric of your dress, eager to tear it apart right then, right there. Rough, sinful noises continued to stream past his lips as you brought your lower half even closer to him, the sound low and deep; it was almost primal. 

“Ngh, baby, please—” He pleaded with his eyebrows sewn together, his jaw slackening at the sensation of you pushing your hips back, grinding on him. You could feel just how hard he was beneath his pants, the contour of his cock nudging deliciously against your clothed heat. It excited you, your heart swelling in satisfaction at how fast you could turn the most powerful man in the world into a desperate lover with only a few touches. Only you had this power over him, and he made sure to worship you for it.

His body reacted instinctively, rocking his hips against yours, quickly taking over control. Somewhere in the labyrinth of your mind, a voice reminded you to stop, he’s already late as it is, and you can’t do this here, not outside, not for everyone’s eyes to see, but when Jinwoo caught your earlobe between his teeth, his voice dangerous and guttural when he said, “God, Sweetheart, you don’t know how much I want to be inside you right now,” all you could think was—

Yes, please.

You smashed your lips against his, your fingers tugging hard at the roots of his hair, robbing another shameless moan out of him. He welcomed your burning passion, reciprocating it by doubling the intensity. None of you gave a damn where you were or what time it was; none of it mattered, not anymore. You just needed him, and he needed you. Not just want. Need.

Jinwoo unclasped his belt with one hand while keeping hold of your face with the other; his movements rushed, lacking the usual grace that he normally exuded. You were sure he didn’t mean to tear your lingerie apart, but even if he did, it would’ve only added more fuel to the shimmering flames inside you. Now that your bottom half was bare and exposed, he took himself out of his confinement, holding his length in one hand, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip as he rubbed his tip against your protruding clit.

You shivered, your hips swaying on their own, begging him to just ram it inside. “Jinwoo, please.”

“You’re gonna make me lose my mind,” he growled, lifting your body higher on the wall, making you hold on to nothing but him to fight back gravity. “Arms around my neck,” he commanded, his mouth hot against your jawline. His coat slid off his shoulders as he positioned himself over your entrance, pooling around his elbows.

But then, Jinwoo slowed down amidst the heat of your passion, just for a moment. Even as his desire consumed him from within, your consent remained a top priority. He needed to make sure that he wasn’t hurting you or, worse, doing anything you didn’t want him to. Your husband took a second to look at you, wanting you to give your permission out loud even when all his heightened senses and perceptions had found their answer a while ago. “Can I have you?”

Your reply came in the shape of you carding your fingers through his locks again, your mouth colliding with his as you spread your legs a little wider. “Yes,” you breathed out. “I need you, please—oh!” 

You felt him pushing himself inside the second your plea left your mouth, stretching all of your walls at once. 

“Ah, fuck,” Jinwoo groaned deep and loud, slamming one hand against the wall, the vein in his neck popping from beneath his pale skin. His reaction was almost as if he’d never experienced such pleasure before, his body trembling at the feeling of your heat tightening around him, so drenched inside that you could take him—his everything—all in one go. “God, you feel so good.” He locked your lips together again, moaning at the feeling of being shrouded by your warmth. He moved his hips tentatively to ensure your comfort, but he surrendered immediately after the first try. “Sorry, Sweetheart, I don’t think I can—ngh—hold back—” 

He began to move, his teeth nibbling on the skin of your shoulder to contain his grunts, his hips thrusting fast and rough, sliding himself in and out of you in the desperation of a heated beast seeking a release. Just like him, you were feeling it much more than anything you’d ever done with him. Maybe it was the place, the sensation of doing something so indecent, so out in the open. Maybe it was because you were both trying so desperately to comfort yourselves, to forget your upcoming separation, even only for a moment. Or maybe it was simply because you loved him so ardently, the same way he did about you. 

Now that the sun had sunk entirely below the horizon, the night was nearly pitch black. No stars were in sight, as if they grew too shy to witness something so obscene. Detecting the darkness around you, the lights around the house switched on automatically, illuminating the entryway and the lush garden around you with a warm, romantic glow. The magical view of the scenery usually brought a sense of serenity to your heart, but no, not that night. Not when you were stuck in a very compromising position with your husband. The worst one of all was the three pendant lights shining brightly above you, dangling from your high ceilings, exposing the way your bodies rocked together in rapid, rhythmless motions for the whole world to see.

You couldn’t help but be distracted by them, your body tensing. If anyone were passing by, with the way your husband had you pinned against the wall, your heels digging to the small of his back, your fingers tugging on the roots of his hair, they would discover you in a heartbeat. 

“J-Jinwoo—wait—the lights—”

With his lips sucking hard bruises on your neck, Jinwoo lifted one hand in the air and clenched his fingers into a fist. All the lightbulbs shattered at once, their sounds piercing the air, stealing a surprised yelp out of you, which he silenced immediately with his mouth. The same invisible force shielded you from the pieces of glass raining down from the ceiling, leaving your heart rattling in your chest but your skin uninjured.

You were embraced by the darkness again, though it was never as thick as you would love it to be. The silver moonlight still bathed your skin, and the golden shine of the bollard lights surrounding your garden remained bright enough for you to discern your husband’s features, but at least, you no longer felt like you were standing under the spotlight. You still couldn’t entirely chase your anxiety away, however, and noticing that, Jinwoo captured your face, his fingers pressed firmly on each side of your jaw.

"Focus on me,” he said, palm plastered against the front of your throat. Although pain was absent from his touch, his hold on you was firm, controlling, his voice commanding. “I don’t want you to think about anything else. Keep your eyes on me. Focus on how I’m making you feel right now.” 

And it felt good. He made you feel so damn good that by the time he plunged himself deep into you again, you found yourself crying out against his mouth, clutching onto him like a lifeline. Jinwoo was just as deep in rapture as you were, unintentionally ripping the top buttons of your dress in his desperation to taste more of your skin. He was beyond aggressive, unrestrained, and impatient, and God, you loved it. You couldn’t remember the last time he was like this, and the feelings brought you quickly to ecstasy. 

You were close, your pleasure building up faster than it ever did. “Jinwoo, I’m—”

“I know,” he moaned against your shoulder, his teeth just one pressure away from sinking into your flesh. “I’m close too, angel, just a little bit… ngh… more…”

He quickened his pace, taking his cock completely out of you only to drive himself back to the hilt, each thrust hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. You fell over the edge with your lips parted in a silent moan, your nails scraping against the back of his shirt, your legs shaking, tautening around him as you reached cloud nine.

The sensation of your walls closing in around his cock was almost too much to bear, but he needed that one single push, just one sweet moan from you in the shape of his name, to make him grasp that vigorous wave of euphoria. “Sweetheart, please—”

Knowing exactly what he was begging for, you embraced him closely by the neck, gripped his soft locks beneath your fingers, and whispered the words he’d been dying to hear right against his mouth.

“I love you, Jinwoo.” 

He shuddered, his skin breaking into goosebumps, and he finished inside you with a deep, gravelly groan erupting from the back of his throat. His hips stuttered, slowing down but not yet stopping until he finished spilling everything inside. His breaths came out raggedly, hot against your neck. His left hand was still glued to the wall beside your head. 

As your tremors began to dissipate, your husband carefully placed you back on your feet, holding you close until you could stand on your own. Your legs felt like jelly beneath your weight, your strength leaving you after experiencing what might be one of the most mind-blowing orgasms you’d ever had.

“That was… intense,” Jinwoo tittered breathlessly, his hair all tousled, his face the prettiest shade of pink. It mesmerized you just how stunning he looked like this, and it satisfied you more than anything to know that you would always be the one—the only one—who could see this side of him, who could bring this side of him into view. Little did you know he was thinking the same thing about you. The way you stood there, gazing up at him with your starry eyes slightly watery from your orgasm, your dress torn and crumpled, your skin marked and claimed. He could easily go for another round—or three—if you let him.

“You okay?” He asked as he swatted the stray strands out of your eyes, helping you with your dress before he fixed his own attire. You nodded a bit drunkenly, and he let out another chuckle before planting a soft kiss on your temple. “I’m sorry for ruining your dress.”

“And my panties,” you added, snatching the torn fabric away from your heel. You stared flatly at it, your tone monotonous when you said, “Unbelievable. This is the third time, Jinwoo. Three times you’ve done this to me."

He was embarrassed by it. So cute. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not sorry,” you teased him with a poke on his cheek. “Buy me another one? The dress, I mean. I don’t trust you with my lingerie after what you bought me last time.”

He laughed softly at the memory. “I’ll buy you the prettiest one. Promise.” Brushing a light kiss on your temple, he spoke his worry once more. “How are you feeling? Did I hurt you?” 

The genuine concern in his tone caused your joy to unfold. In all honesty, yes, he did, but every pain was welcomed—no, every pain was desired, and you wished you could have more. More consuming kisses that left your lips swollen. More love bites on your neck that would last until he returned home. More bruises on your hips and thighs from how hard he was holding you. It felt nice to be dominated, to be owned, to be so wanted by your husband that he lost control of himself, of his mind. 

“What?” Jinwoo raised a brow, looking at you funny. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Nothing,” you replied with a sheepish smile, stroking his cheek. But with him looking at you with such confusion in his eyes, you felt like you owed him the truth. “I just realized you never fucked me this way before, and it scares me just how much I enjoyed it.”

He blushed at your words, so fervently that you wondered if this was the same man who had just mounted you like a beast in heat a moment ago. But then he laughed, the sound so delicate and pretty in your ears. “I was going to apologize for being carried away, but…” He bent his head down, bringing himself to your eye level as a smirk crept up his lips. “If that’s what you’re into, then I have so much more in store for you.”

You swallowed, your skin tingling with excitement at the thought. “W-we can try that after you get home. Don’t you have a plane to catch?”

“Shit, you’re right.” As unbelievable as it was, he had truly forgotten about it. Jinwoo hastily rummaged through his pocket for his car key, racing against time. “Okay, I’ll be leaving now.” He kissed you quickly, almost making you stumble from how fast he was grabbing your face. “Goodbye, love. I’ll see you soon.”

“Jinwoo, wait,” you giggled, tugging him back by his arm. “You got my lipstick all over you.” You rubbed your thumb over his lips, trying to wipe off the red stain. “And your hair’s mess. Do you have a comb with you?”

“It’s all right, I love it like this.” He tossed you a boyish smile. “It feels like I’m carrying a part of you with me, like some kind of proof that reminds me of what we just did.” He then continued in a whisper, his smirk grazing your earlobe. “The same way you’re carrying a part of me… inside you.”

You grew mortified, all due to his words and the feeling of his essence seeping out of you. You could feel it trickling down your thigh before you squeezed your legs together, face aflame. “Leave. Now.” You whirled his body around, shoving him forward. “And tell your shadow soldiers to help me change the lights. I can’t believe you used your skill for that.”

He tossed you a grin over his shoulder. “Gotta make the best use of what I have, Sweetheart.” 

“I don’t think Igris would be happy to know that you’re using Ruler's Hand for sex.”

“Oh, baby, trust me, if I were planning to use Ruler’s Hand for sex, bursting lightbulbs would be at the bottom of the list.” His smirk carried the promise of something lewd, something naughty. “And also, if I’m happy, all my soldiers are happy, Igris included. And I’m definitely happy right now, all thanks to my sweet girl.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you snorted despite heat filling your cheeks. “Now go before Jinho kills you.” 

He chortled softly, “Yes, Ma’am.” 

You watched him stride away with your hands on your hips, sighing despite the way your lips curved up in amusement. You were going to miss these little banters you have. Some parts of you still refused to let him go, but when Jinwoo rolled down his window, giving you one last smile with one hand on the steering wheel, all you could say was, “Come home to me, darling.”

“I will, baby.”

And as he drove into the night, disappearing from your sight and leaving your heart lamenting in your chest, you knew you had no choice but to put your faith in him. This wouldn’t be the last time you see him. It would never be. Jinwoo would make sure of that.

Because if he had to watch the world burn for it, for you, then so be it. 

Heaven or hell, Gods or the Devils, I’ll destroy them all.

As long as I can come home to you, Sweetheart, nothing else matters. ***

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A/n: Based off/inspired Aleks Le's team up with Maximillian Dood playing Naraka. Watch the actual video on YT, its hilarious.

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"Angel they're fuckin' ganging up on me — oh shit! They're jumping my ass!"

"Jesus my weapon!"

"Forget about me — just run!"

"I'm sorry Jin! I failed you! As your comrade and partner!"

"Hey you're looting my corpse now!?"

"I thought your stuff was better, chill!"

"Hey beloved, let's co-op together, it'll be fun." He mimicked your voice, mocking your tone and everything.

"You've been away for too long — LET ME REVIVE HIM YOU BITCHES!"

"Avenge me, defend my honor."

"I can't afford new weapons — LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M MOURNING!"

"How dare you end my win streak?" He grumbled half heartedly at the opponents on the TV screen having killed his character off. His aura emanated with sinister intentions as his eyes glow that violent violet, nearly crushing his controller in his hands.

"How could this happen, angel?" He weakly whined as he squeezed you tighter, slumping over you in discouragement.

"This lobby is stacked against us, that's why. You leeching off my success is par for the course. You've been dungeon raiding for too long." You point out mundanely.

You try to survive the onslaught of opponents pursuing you across the map's landscape. "You need serious gaming practice, mister."

"I heard you the first time. I remember what you said — every word you said." He growled playfully, pinching and wiggling his fingers into your sides, making you nearly drop the controller as you thrash in his iron clad grasp like a laughing fool.

"Well now we know what not to do." You giggled out as he let's up on his sneak attack.

"LVL 3 ... let's go." He wryly cheered as the match ended at last.

"So, how are we feeling right now my pupil?" Your smug ass expression sneaking a peek up at him earned you another digging squeeze to your sides for a ticklish burst.

"My armies would decimate them all." He growled a bit, smirking at your giggling cute self.

"No shit they would — STOP IT!" You squawk as the new match begins with you getting ambushed.

He snorted at your potty mouth language; a total contrast to your shy sweet self whenever he's around you. "Focus love focus." He reminded you slyly as his shadows handle his game controller to play as his character fleeing with you while he kept his hands on you.

"If I got told I'd be smothered to death by the Shadow Monarch, I would have been like sign me the hell up." You mumbled out through your squished cheeks as his hands messed with them, struggling to stay focused as he tugged and pinched them.

"You're mine now." Jinwoo evilly chuckled as he rested his chin atop your head, keeping you cacoonied, his arms draped around you, his legs lined up with yours in between, as his giant warm hands rest atop yours while you're showing him how it's done.

"Hooray. This game does do a good job at making you fight people, I'll give em that." Watching his character teleport away with his map skill had you snort. "You like him now?"

"I like yours better. Mine's not badass at all." He pouted.

"You'd be a better replacement — Aw, I died! Avenge me, Jin. Show them no mercy."

He finally showed them up, pecking your crown as he won miraculously through sheer survival. "All for you." He smiles against your forehead.

Time passes swiftly as you two cuddle, sitting among shadow made pillows and cushioning on the floor as you chatted and played.

"Well now you've done it, love. I fell. My skeletal giant corpse climbing feat is now ruined. I hope you're ready to compensate for this betrayal." You gripe.

"As you wish, my Reagent." Jinwoo's playful grin smothers your face in smooches, chewing and pulling on your cheeks with his teeth, leaving you a laughing mess, dropping your controller as his arms trapped you.

The game is left up to his shadows playing in your stead as their Monarch pulls you down with him, his laughs joining yours as he makes it up to you in cuddles and kisses.

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A last resort, or something like that

Part 36 <- Part 37 -> Part 38

Jin-ho comes with good news, a weird old man with an attitude problem.

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A week.

One week, and Jinwoo had only heard from Jin-ho once.

He was running out of time, running out of options. So far, the healers he’d managed to get in contact with were nowhere near as experienced as he needed, nor did they have the abilities to even attempt what he was asking. Jinwoo was getting desperate.

The live feed from cold storage remained operational, most nights when Jinwoo was able to sleep, he laid with his phone open. It was as close as he was going to get laying next to you, yet it made him even lonelier.

One week and the twins were already changing, getting stronger. Their eyes began opening that little bit longer whenever Jinwoo read a story at night, just to fill the quiet whenever the television wasn't on, or when he wasn’t on the phone making enquiries.

“And then, the mommy dinosaur found her babies and…” Jinwoo paused, the dinosaur hugging her two eggs with tears in her eyes. “And they…”

He sighed, rubbing his eyes, wiggling his leg impatiently on the bed. Placing the book down, Jinwoo shimmied Jun-hee to his lap, Minho on his chest.

“Sorry kiddo’s… I can’t carry this on tonight.” He put the book down on the bedside table, listening to the little rhythmic breaths of his children. "Daddy's a little bit... I'm just... Let's read the rest in the morning."

He was at his wits end. Dead end, after dead end, lack of skills, poor abilities that were of no use. And all the while, the twins were thriving, growing and settling the best they could.

“Time for bed, I think.”

Jinwoo laid Min-ho down first, settling into his crib like usual, always calming first to the comforts of the little bumper down the side. Then Jun-hee, wriggling about with wide eyes after her evening bottle, studying the dangling stars and moon over her crib.

So young, yet already so inquisitive

Jinwoo pulled the bedroom door open after his nerves were grating his brain. “What are you doing, lurking about?”

Igris sat in the corner by the large window overlooking the city, he turned his head towards him, quietly staring. Jinwoo knew it was his judgemental look despite how loyal he was.

“What?”

Of course Jinwoo didn’t expect a response, but he did at the same time.

“If this is about Beru, I don’t wanna hear it. I’m still angry.”

He wasn’t angry, in fact, Jinwoo was only angry at himself… and well, Jong-in. But he’d ignored Hae-in’s light knocks and sweet messages of support. If he spoke to Hae-in, he indirectly conversed with Jong-in.

And the man could go and fuck himself.

The only reason he was safe for the time being was because he was a father now. Jinwoo knew much his own children were missing their mother, he couldn’t deprive another child of a parent despite his urges.

Jong-in hadn’t killed you. Someone else did.

His shadows still hadn’t located the doctor, neither had the association. Jinwoo held off on his transfer with Chairman Go until after he brought you back, allowing him to stay where he was for now. That didn’t mean he wasn’t making plans.

Burn everything when appropriate.

“I am. Don’t give me that look, or you can go somewhere else too. Shouldn’t you be looking for this doctor too?”

Igris’ silence was the most deafening it had ever been. He stood up, pacing along the window around the furniture to meet Jinwoo face to face. Kneeling came naturally, he knelt at Jinwoo’s feet with his head lower than ever.

It got Jinwoo thinking. “I am angry. I'm pissed off that no one has found her, too. I just… I feel like- you know what, I’m not getting into this tonight. I’m going to sleep. I'll allow Beru to come out when I decide I want to.”

He backed up and closed the bedroom door behind him, flopping onto the bed without changing, letting the glow of the twins night light warm his eyes. He rolled over to watch his phone, the live feed, thinking about his position here in the half empty apartment.

Maybe he was being too harsh on Beru, too demanding. 

Keeping his shadows close were strength in numbers, not singling them out. And if someone had an ability that could banish even the strongest of shadows that Jinwoo owned, it was wiser keeping them nearby just in case that person was close. Like a warning system.

Many times Jinwoo ruminated on the facts, he suspected that it was the doctor more times than not. Perhaps it was her lack of presence, or that his shadows were still trying to find her, it could have been a passive ability, like eye’s handmaiden was.

The shadow he attached was still attached, he could sense that basic skeletal connection, it was just lost, looking for its own shadow to communicate with Jinwoo. A blocked GPS tracker ripped out at the root, but being carried around in her pocket regardless like a trophy.

Did she kill you? His bet was yes. But, if it wasn't her, she definitely knew who did.

Jinwoo constructed so many ways to kill her, to kill everyone involved. To burn the maggots within the association from the inside out and make a whole list of those he wanted to see on spikes or melted into the floor just because he could.

Even with that in mind constantly, seeing you on the live feed still leashed him. It still kept him waiting until you were back, putting him into a ludicrous dilemma. 

He would be forced to hide his dark side once again.

That option he’d take ten times over if he got you back.

There you laid, on that cold, hard slab, laying there like you’d get up at any minute and wave to the camera, maybe tell him off for leaving you somewhere so cold. He almost could have laughed at that, seeing your red face tell him off with colourful body language and furious hand movements because he overstepped himself again.

You really did look pretty when you were angry. Telling the doctor off and calling her a bitch, made him fall for you even harder.

That’s why he had to get you back.

You and he hadn’t had enough time. You and Jinwoo had two twin babies to raise together.

Jin-ho: Got the big guy, will be with you tomorrow!

Jinwoo rubbed his eyes at the notification, blinking several times to try and get it to sink into his head.

The necromancer was close, therefore the man must have the ability to resurrect. To bring you back to life. He smiled, allowing hope to overtake him, watching his babies sleep soundly now that Jun-hee had drifted off.

“Sweet dreams, you two. I’ll bring mommy back… and we’ll all be together again.” This time, he didn’t force the tears to stay put, they fell freely down his cheeks and onto his pillow. “She’s coming back… I’m getting my girl back.” 

Jinwoo managed to sleep well for the first time in over a week that night. Min-ho and Jun-hee slept longer than they ever had and only woke for their milk. And in the morning, Jinwoo even woke up with a smile, kissing the twins on the head and dressing them in the cutest clothes his mom got them.

“Okay, you two, daddy has to meet someone really special today. Can you both be on your best behaviour?”

Min-ho opened his mouth as far as he could and yawned, prompting Jinwoo to softly chuckle. “Still tired, huh? Me too. I could sleep for a whole day if you’d let me.”

He snuggled him close, kissing his forehead for courage, and Jun-hee’s head for luck, because he was going to need it.

“Hey, bro! Sorry it took so long, this guy isn’t much of a talker.” Jin-ho came in through the front door first when he arrived, leaving a path for the man who would bring you back to him.

“Hey…” He said, observing the man that followed, hunched over and scarred like he’d been in numerous fights with wild animals until they blinded him in one eye.

When he noticed Jinwoo, his eye was milky, greyed over, it practically looked artificial. The man merely nodded, trudging past Jinwoo with a foot and a half difference, mumbling something to himself.

Jin-ho gave him a look that Jinwoo could only express as ‘I’m sorry, I really tried’ and made his way over to the twins.

“Hey little ones, how are you doing? Are you looking after your dad?” He waited to hear silence and a little sneeze. “Perfect, just what I like to hear, y’see, my big bro is working really hard at the moment, so keep up the good work.”

Jinwoo shook his head at him but couldn’t help but smile. “They’re doing well, sleeping better… but that’s not what I want to talk about today.”

“I know.” Jin-ho said. “It took longer than I thought, but this guy is who you’re looking for.”

The man said nothing, sitting all hunched over on the sofa, hands on his knees and moving his lips to words no one heard.

“Uh… Well, this is Seok. He’s a C-Rank Necromancer… The only one in existence. He’s kept off the radar for the last eight years to stop being asked to use his abilities, but agreed to come and help you.”

“Right.” Jinwoo sat opposite and waited for the man to speak.

Seok mumbled again, sniffling away and grabbing a tissue for his nose. “I only agreed because yer paid me… It’s dangerous stuff yer playin’ with.”

“But you can do it?” Jinwoo asked, holding his hope on his sleeve.

Seok scoffed, putting his tissue away up his sleeve. “Course I can.”

Jin-ho grinned, clapping his hands together. “Perfect! Is there anything you have to do first? Or can we go right now?”

“Right now.”

“Oh… what about the twins? You sure there’s no one to take them, can you bring them with you?”

Jinwoo pondered, trying to calm himself in the hope that you’d be coming home with him shortly. Someone to watch the twins, he couldn’t bring them with him, not right now. Igris could. Maybe if Jin-ho waited here too, Jinwoo could go about this alone without prying eyes. Maybe… No, he wasn’t quite ready for that.

But he could always redeem himself with others present.

Fuck… fucking-fuck. 

“I have someone, but could you wait here too, Jin-ho? I’d feel safer having someone else I trusted waiting here with my shadows. They can care for the twins while I’m gone.”

A big risk for an even bigger gamble.

Why did his chest tighten and tingle at the thought of leaving his children and going on without them? You’d know what that meant.

“Please, Mr. Seok, could you please wait out in the hall? I’ll just be a minute.”

He muttered something incoherent and left, closing the door firmly shut.

Jin-ho scratched his head. “You sure you don’t want me to come?”

“I’d rather you stay here.” Jinwoo called on Igris first, letting Jin-ho see him before he made the biggest decision he wasn’t totally sure on. “Beru… come on out.”

His voice was softer than he wanted it to be, and when Beru appeared, Jin-ho took a step back at the silent ant. “This is Beru. He talks, so you’ll have company.”

Beru didn’t talk until he was told to.

“You can talk to Jin-ho, Beru. Only him. I’ll allow you to talk, fight and get involved, if you don’t mess this up…” He sighed, looking at his sad eyes as he kneeled. “You can watch your period dramas too. But only if you do your job to the letter and keep my children safe, is that clear?”

He nodded and lowered his head, holding it there until he was dismissed.

“Jin-ho. I won’t be long. Thank you for everything.”

“Go and get your girl, bro. We’ll be waiting here to greet her.”

It was happening, Jinwoo was getting you back and all of a sudden, he was nervous as hell. He swallowed more than usual, finding his mouth dry and tacky. He wondered what you’d say and act like when you came back. Would you love him all over again?

He’d give anything to hear you say that just one more time.

It was most probably down to the fact he was anxious about leaving Min-ho and Jun-hee for the first time since they were taken. Jinwoo imagined you’d feel the same way when he got you back, missing your babies for a whole week, their smell, their sweet gurgles and sneezes while they were finding themselves, and working their little bodies out to function and control in their own way.

Yeah, it was just anxiety.

Jinwoo opened the cold storage for the first time since you were removed from the hospital. You looked just like you had done that night, just more pale with little icicles over your eyebrows and hair.

“Hey baby.” he rubbed your hair, now stiff like straw to the touch.

Seok hobbled in, grumbling and looking around the room until his eyes landed on you.“How long has she been gone?”

“Over a week.”

“She’s frozen stiff.” He said, pressing his fingers on your leg, sighing then rubbing his hands together. “I can do maybe a day, and that’s all.”

Huh? 

The feelings Jinwoo held on his sleeve had just been severed right off from the armpit. “What do you mean, just a day? Jin-ho said you could bring her back.”

“Yeah. I can do that. But not fer long. Enough to say goodbye. Or a lil while longer, but that's only a half life, which ain’t much of a life at all if yer ask me.”

What did he mean by half life? Why did Jinwoo not even want to ask what that meant?

Hope. It was a shitty emotion that humans held on to, only to have it ripped from under them, down a long gorge they fell helplessly through until they endured the pain at the bottom. And no one could hear them.

Jinwoo had been at the bottom of that gorge for over a week, and he didn’t realise that he could fall any deeper.

But he just did.

Part 36 <- Part 37 -> Part 38

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sung jinwoo x reader (nsfw/spicy hcs)

mdni, nsfw ahead. not proofread / in my solo leveling thirst era. idk what this is tbh. wanted to add kink list but this was getting too long eee jealous/possessive jinwoo headcanons

Stamina? Insane When it comes to sex, Jinwoo is a FORCE to be reckoned with. His stamina in the sack is simply legendary. While most men might flag after a single, intense round, Jinwoo can keep going and going, driven by an insatiable hunger for pleasure- and pleasuring YOU. His cock is a pistoning machine, he fucks you with a raw, animalistic power, each thrust a declaration of ownership. His cock spears deep, hitting spots inside you that make stars burst behind your eyelids. And still, he shows no signs of slowing down, his balls churning out endless loads of hot, sticky cum. The man is built for fucking, plain and simple.

"Mmm, you feel so good... I could fuck you forever," he growls, his voice husky with desire as he pounds into you from behind. His hands grip your hips, fingers digging in as he sets a brutal pace, each thrust sending shockwaves of bliss through your trembling body.

Favorite position? Given Jinwoo's dominant nature and powerful build, it's no surprise that his favorite position would be one that allows him to take control and assert his strength. The missionary position, with him on top, seems tailor-made for the man. He loves the feeling of being face-to-face with his you, and to spice it up? He tilts your hips up and presses his palms to splay your thighs wide open. SHEEESH. From this vantage point, Jinwoo can watch the pleasure play across his your features, savoring every gasp and moan. His hands can roam freely, gripping ass cheeks, tracing the lines of your torso, and tangling in your hair as he sets a punishing rhythm. It also puts Jinwoo's impressive endowment on full display, his thick cock plunging in and out of you with ease, his v line and oh lawd the biceps! and pecs

"Look at me, baby," Jinwoo growls, his voice low and commanding as he hammers into you from above. "I want you to see every inch of my cock stretching you open, filling you up until you can't take anymore." His hips snap forward with brutal force, driving his length deeper into your quivering cunt. "This is mine, all mine. Every scream, every tremble, every drop of cum I pump into you belongs to me."

He's OBSESSED with your reactions. For Jinwoo, sex isn't just about satisfying his own desires; it's a game of intense focus, where he zeroes in on every subtle reaction from you. He's acutely attuned to the way your body responds to his touch, the sounds that escape your lips, the flush that spreads across your skin. As he drives into you, Jinwoo watches your face intently, drinking in the sight of pleasure etched into your features. Each gasp, each whimper, each shudder sends a thrill through him, spurring him on to greater heights of passion. He's obsessed with the way your eyes glaze over, the way your back arches off the bed, the way your nails dig into his shoulders.

You're lying beneath Jinwoo, legs splayed wide apart as he pounds into you with unrelenting fervor. Sweat glistens on your skin, and your breasts heave with each ragged breath. Jinwoo's gaze is riveted to your face, drinking in every delicious detail of your expression. "You're so fucking pretty like this," he rasps, his voice rough with lust. "Spread out for me, taking my cock like it was made for you. I could stare at you all day, watching you fall apart on my dick."

Literally a huge tease. In public, This bastard knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s gonna whisper the filthiest shit in your ear right when you least expect it. In public? At dinner? While you’re on the phone? Yeah, he gets off on seeing you flustered. And when you're actually in the bedroom, Jinwoo is a master of torture, using his teasing touches to drive his you to the brink of madness before finally granting you release. He delights in building anticipation, his fingers dancing along your skin with maddening slowness, barely grazing your most sensitive areas before pulling away. You find yourself writhing beneath him, desperate for more contact, as Jinwoo toys with you like a cat with a mouse. He teases your nipples with gentle bites and licks, coaxing them into stiff peaks before abandoning them to leave you aching for his return. His mouth trails down your stomach, pausing to swirl his tongue around your belly button in a circular pattern that makes your toes curl.

 Jinwoo kneels between your parted thighs, his hot breath wafting over your slick folds as he leans in to taste you. His tongue darts out, flicking lightly against your clit in a feather-soft caress that leaves you panting for more. But instead of delving deeper, he pulls back, his eyes locked on yours with a wicked gleam.Not yet, baby, he murmurs, his voice husky with promise. I want to hear you beg for it first. With that, Jinwoo resumes his teasing assault, his tongue tracing the outline of your pussy before dipping inside just enough to coat his mouth with your juices. He sucks gently on your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerves.

Aftercare KING Following sex with Jinwoo, aftercare becomes an intimate ritual, a chance for him to show tender affection to the person he's just dominated in bed. Despite his rugged exterior, Jinwoo has a soft spot for cuddles and soothing your post-coital tremors. He cradles you close, his strong arms wrapping protectively around your spent form as he presses warm kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and the sensitive skin of your neck. His touch is gentle now, a stark contrast to the aggressive passion of earlier. Jinwoo's voice rumbles softly as he whispers reassurances, praising your responsiveness and the pleasure you brought him. He strokes your hair, tracing patterns on your back, and lavishes attention on your sensitive nipples, easing them with his thumbs.

As the aftershocks of your climax slowly subside, Jinwoo gathers you into his embrace, his muscular frame enveloping your smaller one. He holds you tightly, his heart still racing from the intensity of your coupling. "Damn, that was incredible," Jinwoo murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You took everything I gave you and begged for more. I'm impressed, baby." He rolls onto his back, bringing you with him so that you rest atop his chest, your ear pressed to his thundering heartbeat. Jinwoo's hands roam your back, stroking and kneading the muscles, working out any remaining tension. "Let me take care of you," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Just relax and let me soothe you."

[pupkashi]

a/n: some more jinwoo headcanons #needthat :P

boyfriend!jinwoo who absolutely melts under your touch, any stress he’s harboring in his shoulders dissipates the second he comes home to you

boyfriend!jinwoo who is so smitten with you he finds himself wanting to come home to you every hour of the day, even finding himself at your job at random times because there was an ‘urgent matter’ he needed to discuss with you, even pulling the s rank card at times to get to you (he just wanted to see you and ask if you needed anything from the grocery store)

boyfriend!jinwoo who didn’t mind you teasing him, always having a small smile on his face when you tried to playful fight or wrestle with him, he was always gentle with you, making sure to keep his strength in check

boyfriend!jinwoo who would flip you under him and pin your wrists to the ground in the blink of an eye when you were being too bratty for his liking, his eyes glowing as he hovered over you, “you done sweetheart?”

boyfriend!jinwoo who blushes SO profusely anytime he finds you staring at him shirtless or in his boxers, he gets so shy under your gaze and his face flushes a deep pink color “w-what? do i have something on me?” he asks, trying to catch a glance of himself in the mirror only for you to shake your head no, “you’re just good to look at” you tease

boyfriend!jinwoo who picks you up and carries you around like you weight nothing, especially when you’re being stubborn about something he’s not above simply picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder

boyfriend!jinwoo who is too attractive for his own good, not realizing just how hot he was and flashing a smile out of kindness to a girl at the bar, you roll your eyes at him when he turns around, grabbing your things and walking out of the bar

“doll what’s wrong?” he’s quick to follow after you, when you don’t stop he’s standing in front of you in a flash, causing you to walk into his toned chest. before you can walk around him he’s got both your hands in his, “don’t walk away from me, talk to me my love”

boyfriend!jinwoo who leaves beru with you when he has to be far from you, beru quickly takes a liking to you after seeing how happy his liege was with you, when jinwoo summons him back he feels a little sad, telling jinwoo he would be more than happy to keep guard of you again, even managing to slip in how you were the only one fit enough for someone such as his highness

boyfriend!jinwoo who loves cooking for you, making you your favorite dishes and comfort foods. he loves having you sit on the counter next to him in one of his t shirts, letting you try everything and getting your input (you always think it’s perfect)

boyfriend!jinwoo who seems so stoic and emotionless in public, but is a ball of happiness and softness with you behind closed doors, warm eyes and soft gentle touches reserved just for you

the world would never know that sung jinwoo practically purrs when you run your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. only you would ever know the quiet whine he lets out when you kiss his sharp jawline. only you would ever know the sound of his giggles when you place a flurry of kisses on his face. only you would get to see the love sick look on his face when you catch him staring at you randomly during domestic moments.

boyfriend!jinwoo who reserves the sweetest part of himself for only you <3

[freaktoru]

summary: sung jinwoo x reader - boyfriend headcannons. sfw and nsfw included. warnings: fluff, smut, idk this is silly authors note: ty for reading, hope u enjoy. likes and reblogs always appreciated <3 ── .✦ mood board here

sung jinwoo is super introverted and literally so oblivious to anyone liking him so it'll take a while before the two of you get together

but when you do it'll be sooooo good. so so good.

jinwoo is terrible at communicating his feelings, and he will struggle to show you that he loves you at first

so you will be the one saying "i love you" first

his love languages would be acts of service, physical touch and quality time because this man seriously needs a hug but also loves doing things for you

he likes his space and alone time, but he would love to be in the same room together while the two of you do your own thing.

he'd be surprisingly really good at cooking because he's super detail-oriented and attentive

that also applies to your feelings, if you're feeling a certain way, he'll catch on instantly

but he won't really know what to do, he's pretty cold sometimes so he's not great at comforting people.

terrible texter. he texts like my dad. "ok", "👍" he's just super dry and doesn't feel the need to say more than he has to over text.

very blunt and honest, if you need advice he'll never sugarcoat. he'll tell you how things are straight up, even it it's the last thing you want to hear. he's a very no bullshit kind of guy.

arguments with jinwoo would actually be the worst. he hates being wrong and will argue until you give in and agree that he's right. he'll also fuck you while arguing to really drive the point home.

possessive. so possessive. will never let anything bad happen to you, and likes knowing that you are only his.

on that note, he also gets really jealous. but he won't make it obvious in public. however you will pay for making him feel that way later when you get home.

i imagine he looooves having his hair played with.

and just loves feeling taken care of in general. he's always taking care of everyone else that the feeling of having someone take care of him is so new but so intoxicating to him.

hates pda. he thinks that shit has a time and place (and i mean he ain't wrong) the most he will do is wrap an arm around your waist in a crowded area

but in the car? hand GLUED to your thigh. at home? always touching you or coming by to give you a kiss.

speaking of cars, he'd be a really good driver. but why have a car when you have kaisel.

BUT when jinwoo is being a normal member of society (aka not getting around on a literal shadow wyvern) hear me out, he would totally ride a motorcycle.

omg can you imagine riding on the back of it with him, the wind blowing against you while you tightly wrap your arms around his waist to hold on. fuck.

really hates valentine's day (he thinks it's stupid and a waste of time)

but that doesn't mean he still won't go all out for you and buy you flowers, chocolate, a huge teddy bear and fucking pink and red heart shaped balloons (he's so extra)

also hates his birthday, to him it's just any other day. that's when you have to come together with beru and igris and plan something out to make this man feel special.

fav season would definitely be fall or winter. he seems like someone who would despise the heat.

really annoying when he's sick. he'll pretend like he's fine and then he will act like he's dying. (he secretly just wants someone other than beru to take care of him)

forehead kisses. he loves to kiss you on your forehead, it's one of his favourite ways to show intimacy.

also gives really good hugs. he just has a really comforting aura (at least to you. others would likely disagree.)

really likes seeing you wear his clothes, particularly his hoodies. or when you sleep in his t-shirts. drives him absolutely mad.

has really good hygiene. i imagine he always smells really good.

with that, he's also a clean freak, and really hates making a mess and will get mad at you if you leave your clothes on the floor.

not a huge fan of pet names but will mostly stick to calling you "baby", "my love" when he's fucking you in missionary late at night, or "kitten" when he's feeling playful.

he's a cat person. i don't make the rules.

huge fan of the rain. he loves rainy days because they're an excuse to relax and lay in bed all day with you. and fuck.

hear me out, he would definitely be a reader. i can picture him enjoying a nice rainy afternoon with a good book. (anything to not socialize with other humans)

NOT a morning person. he likes to sleep in if he has nothing to do that day.

on that note he's a very light sleeper and has trouble falling asleep. so when he does u better not wake him tf up.

super competitive. if you're playing any games or making any bets with this man, best of luck to you. he will do anything to win.

lowkey a gamer. he's got a nice, expensive setup and he likes playing video games. especially when you're sitting on his lap while he plays.

hates being in pictures. good luck getting this man to smile in a photo.

stares at you a lot? (kinda creepy ngl) but he just really likes looking at you

now lets discuss the sex:

realistically he wouldn't be very experienced because this guy spent all his time in gates instead of talking to women.

but ofc its sung jinwoo so he'll be instantly good at anything he does

very respectful towards you overall

i imagine he's actually pretty vanilla, at least at first because he hasn't had many opportunities to explore kinks

unless he's mad. then ur getting it babe. and ur getting it good.

he will push your head into the sheets and take his anger out on you, pounding into you mercilessly while whispering dirty, degrading things into your ear.

"act like a bitch, get fucked like one" attitude when he's mad.

he's not very vocal himself but looooves to hear you make noise

lowkey size kink cuz hes tall af (6'3 i think?)

despite being kind of vanilla and abit of a clean freak this man gets filthy with you when then two of you fuck.

really likes cum play. and oral sex. he will spend hours eating you out like there's no tomorrow. he also loves getting head.

like i said he's not very vocal but if you give this man a blow job. whew. he will make the hottest sounds you'd ever hear coming out of a mans mouth. can you imagine him breathing heavily, his voice all raspy saying "fuck baby keep going, just like that" while he grabs your hair, choking you on his cock. bye.

and licking. holy shit. once he starts he wont stop. he will lick you from ass to clit. no questions asked.

really likes edging you— "what was that baby? i couldn't hear you" he'd mumble against the sensitive skin surrounding your clit after eating you out for a whole hour, pushing you so close to the edge but denying you your sweet release. by this point you're panting, tears are prickling the corners of your eyes and you've become completely incoherent. "p-please jinwoo. p-please ah, i need to c-cum" you'd utter, taking all of your energy to form that one simple sentence while tugging on his messy hair. "mmm kitten i know. but i'm not done. you just taste soo good" he'd mutter drunkenly in response and continue licking and sucking you until you've quite literally lost your damn mind.

hes so pussy drunk omfg

dacryphilia. really likes seeing you cry from his edging or overstim during sex

"you're mine. only mine". constantly whispering this in your ear while you fuck. (like i said, the man is possessive)

has the prettiest cock (just like him). not wide but he makes up for that shit in LENGTH. def above average length. good luck fitting that shit all the way in (if u say u can't he'll make u)

one word: fingering. yeah. those long, slender fingers will be exploring every inch of your clit and pussy. and you'll be loving every second of it.

loves to cum together. he's a big fan of creampies.

big handcuff enthusiast. likes to see you struggle.

his favourite position would be missionary. like i said, he loves looking at you and hearing the noises you make. missionary is ideal for him.

very big fan of shower sex. something about getting home after a long day and having a good fuck in the shower is so appealing to him.

"good girl" yeah mhm. he'd say this. a lot.

praises. these will be rare with jinwoo and you'll really have to earn it but he will praise you so good when you do.

ass > boobs. like i said, i don't make the rules babe.

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