#moonjo was just a little silly

[xeniums]

the fact that I fell for this for all of 3 seconds made me mad and laugh at myself

like I watched the show top to bottom why am I deadass slow 😭😭

[sfaghetti]

“he’s a murderer” ok well have you considered that he’s also my little clown

[inflatuati0ons]

Can you please write NSFW headcanons for Seo Moonjo for a female reader? Reader used to be a tenant in his building, and he became obsessed with her. So he stopped others from killing her and made sure she was unaware of their killings. But when Jongwoo came, they became close friends because they were the only sane people. That made Moonjo jealous. 

-> Pairing: Seo Moonjo x Sub!bot female reader

-> Content(Warnings): Can be read as GN, Dubious-consent(?), Attempted-murder, mild Descriptions of violence, Oral fixation(?), stalking, Blood kink, Sadomasicism, Exhibitionism -implied, corruption kink(?), spit as lube, penetration, bondage, Sensory deprivation, Orgasm denial, Overstimulation, Sex under the influence of, free use kink, thigh-fucking, Cum eating, Cum play -implied, 3rd POV.

-> Author's Note: Sorry this took me so long to post. I had alot of fun writing it. Sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted, I got carried away just a bit...

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• He wanted to shove the limits of your sanity. He does everything in his power to make your life completely miserable, playing with you and your mind before he even considers killing you. Only to fall victim to you and your silly emotions when you become too friendly with Jong Woo instead of him. Watching from a hole in the wall as you spent time with the boy he grew resentful, almost spiteful. Laughing at his jokes, smiling at every little kind act, all the kind, sappy things you can think of. He hated the weak human empathy and the need to flock towards the weak, the longer he watched the more he wanted to see you crumbling into his embrace. He wanted to see you at your most animalistic, to see the bloodlust leak from every pore as you fought tooth and nail for your life, only for it to turn into unchanneled fear as he ripped your flesh off the bone.

He almost craved it, seeing you fight through the crack in the door wasn't enough. He wanted to hear your anger, feel your rage, taste your despair on his tongue. Watch as the life drained from your once vibrant eyes as he devoured every single part of you.

• But at the same time he wanted to feel the same kindness that radiated from your human soul, he wanted to be the cause of your laughter, the reason for your smile. He wanted to feel the warmth of your skin against his. Your lips pressed down firm on his, your tongue invading his hot mouth as the addictive taste of you plated on his tongue. Your warm hands ran through his dirtied hair, caressing his heated skin. Just like you did with him, he wanted to have you all to himself. Just one more night.

• The thoughts that plagued his mind at every hour of the day, wrapping around his head. You captivated him, hypnotized him, wiggling your way into his mind like a fucking worm.

• Every hour that should have been spent sleeping was used to watch you, watch the rise and fall of your breasts as you slept, the peace that adored your face, the drool that seeped from the corners of your lips, your soft human body covered by the stained white sheets. You were right there so exposed, so vulnerable. Oblivious to the danger that lingers before you. How easy it would be to wrap his, hands around your tender neck as he wrung the life from your body, your warm skin contrasts his cold hands, tightening around the curve of your neck. Grip faltering when you groaned, slowly stirring from your peaceful slumber. Watching as your breathing slowed uncertain emotions consuming him, fear, regret? What would he have to fear? He killed many in his life, humans and animals alike so why did he release you? Why did he spare your life? Why did he stop the others from killing you? Why was he so afraid of your death?

• He observed, watched, stalked, and got to know you without you ever getting closer to him. When the long-awaited opportunity sprung out and you eventually had to go to the dentist there was no way he would pass you up. And when you were finally between his teeth, he wouldn’t let you go.

• He spent unnecessary minutes just exploring the moist cavern, uncaring of your heavy pants and deep squirming. You gag on thick fingers that prod and glide around your mouth and press down on your tongue, doing so without the uncertaintyof your feelings. Simply enjoying the wet sensation of your tongue, the smooth nature of your teeth and the constant tightness of your throat he wished were wrapped around another part of him.

• He likes being in your mouth, whether it's your tongue wetting your fingers or your lips sealed to his cock, he simply can't get enough of the feeling.

His face remained professional under your flustered gaze but the hot boner he sported was anything but work friendly and he made sure you knew that, letting you get a peek of the bulge as he rose off the stool.

• But he didn’t let himself indulge too much in you, he wants you to come to him, to beg him, want him. He wanted the moments shared between you to haunt you, your emotions subconsciously drawing you to him. You just have to let them.

• He hates how close you become with his little project. He loathes how you long for another when he is the one who will give you everything. And he likes to remind you of that.

He grinds against your slick flesh, watching as he disappears through the tightly drawn meat, leaky tip peeking at the other side as you whined, groaned, and moaned on his cock. Unable to control when the little movements and sounds. He watched as you squirm desperate to feel it somewhere else, hole pulsing -begging to be filled with his sticky semen. Rough fingers pet at your damp hair, stalking down your painted neck and flicking swollen nipples. Spreading his filth across your scolding, bare body

"M-moonjo..."

He heard your pleas and sobs choosing not to listen to your squeaks and wheezes, your body told him all he needed to know. He forced his cum covered fingers down your throat without resistance, tasting yourself on him and savouring the flavour of both of you.

• He knows what you feel and he wants you to choke on it. Shame stitched into your memory of this day. The day you let yourself go.

He hovers, peering upon you. Humming with content, taking pleasure in your bare form and the distress that leaked from every pore. The position brought you nausea. Your moans taunting you, your mind spun, cunt twitching. Pleasure washed away any embarrassment, you were too desperate for a release, pride long discarded you. All you were made to do was beg.

• He would refuse any penetration, only allowing himself to revel in you when you find it in yourself to drown in him. He wants you begging for something you're not even sure you want. He likes you confused and wanting.

• and when he finally has you where he wants you, You don't even have to ask and he won't say no; He loves the thought of you coming to him for another way to calm down your discomforted heart. It doesn't matter what he's doing, make a statement(a claim), spit on his cock, and force your way down.

He adores feeling his heartbeat try to match the speed of your hips ramming against the hardness of his pelvis, moans vibrating deep in your throat as your musk fills his lungs. It's tight and dry, painful but pleasurable. It's raw and real.

• He likes to have sex with you under the influence of alcohol but not drunk enough where you can't remember anything. The alcohol both dulls your senses and enhances them. He loves to watch you function with a half-drunken mind, admiring you and the strong shape of your body as urges and impulsive consume you. Burning the images of blood sliding down your contorted face into his mind and the sweat that glides down your body creating such an arousing shine that he adores so much he tries to mimic it with his cum.

• As much as he adores taking control of the situation, forcing you through painful and forced orgasms and even taking them away. He worshiped the way you finally go out of a zone of comfort to assert dominance, fed up with his attitude and possession.

• Please, Tie him up, blindfold him, gag him. Even if he is unaware and vulnerable not able to do anything but can still feel everything. Draw lines of red across his skin, and let him feel the warm sticky fluid peel down his skin and burn.

He needs to feel you, he needs to know its you touching his everything, you who's bringing him to his peak. Even if it isn't...

• He dirted you, forced his filth onto your clean skin, and turned you into one of him. He relishes in the way you would learn the truth and accept that animalistic part of you, preening at the bloodshed and the life you take with your bare nails and the growth you cause him under your excruciating touch. He wants you to remember the pieces and work to put the entire puzzle together to reveal what you have done and why you want to do it again. Together again.

[braceletofteeth]

Moonjo when he thinks he's successfully gaining someone's trust by lying through his teeth.

[evilkaeya]

there is nothing more terrifying than a writer’s browsing history

[yhwhsdaughter]

seo moonjo x f. reader

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There was a buzzing in your ear that wouldn’t go away.

Day and night, you heard it’s voice, whispering gently like a parent might speak to its child. “Kill her. You want to, right?”

So annoying.

Three weeks earlier.

“Dad, this place is a dump..”

He bumped his shoulder onto yours, an excited smile painting his middle aged face. “That’s the reason why we’re here. To fix it!”

Honestly. It was like talking to a brick wall.

Rather than stand there, arguing with him whilst carrying a heavy box, you decided to haul it upstairs. The problem with having an architect dad and a house flipper for a stepmother, was that they liked to drag you across the country for their little projects.

Whenever you tried to complain, they would use dropping out of college as an excuse to make you do something productive. Was it your fault that you weren’t sure what you wanted to do anymore? Sure, four years had passed but it’s not like you felt good about it…

Dropping the box in one of the rooms, you began to explore. It was probably dangerous, since the floors had been damaged over time, but you were bored. The moving van wouldn’t get here till tomorrow with the rest of your stuff.

“Hm, so people were killed in this place..?”

Creepy.

After reading about the incidents and looking at leaked pictures, you could see why no one would want to rent this place. People thought it was cursed, and you were with them. However your parents liked a challenge, so here you were.

—

“Minjun is doing so well! Many people wants to buy his paintings!”

These peas are cold… with a fork, you poked the green little seeds. To be honest, you didn’t mind them much, but it was better than having to hear about precious Minjun. You had nothing against the guy, it’s just that speaking of him always led to—

“[Name], have you thought of getting a job?”

You rolled your eyes, muttering “Here we go..” the fork dropped to the side of the plate unintentionally a bit too loudly.

“[Name]…” your father said in a warning tone. He hated arguments, especially during dinner—but it wasn’t your fault she kept bringing it up! Worst of all, he always seemed to side with her.

“She always does this dad! I have tried to get a job but—! It’s very hard nowadays without a degree..”

Chest heaving and pushing the chair back, you left the table. This was so frustrating! Part of you really wanted to secure a job just so you could finally leave this place and get them off your back.

“Stupid woman.. I should’ve poked her eye—”

“—out…”

A door creaked. You stopped walking. Without meaning to, you’d wondered into the fourth floor. Many people had been killed here, apparently this was the murderer’s den. Most of the lights were off. Gulping, you turned to leave.

“Ah!!!”

Before you, was a man with smooth and pale skin. His smile widened when you met his eyes.

Footsteps quickened towards your direction. Your father was the first to arrive. “[Name]! What’s wrong?!”

The figure was gone.

“Er..” they’d think you crazy. She would probably use this chance to commit you into a psychiatric hospital. “I saw a rat..”

“Well it’s a very old building. Come, you shouldn’t wander around here at night.”

“Yeah…”

—

You had violent dreams.

They were so vivid. You didn’t have time to think about them because settling in took an entire week, and they kept you busy.

Still, whenever you were alone, you’d see these shadows following you.

It was silly. Perhaps the stories about this place were getting to you. “Get a grip [Name].”

“Why are you talking to yourself?”

Jumping around, the deep voice belonged to the person you’d seen in the fourth floor. It was daytime though, so. “Y-you shouldn’t be here..”, you stuttered.

He looked amused. “I live here.”

You examined him from head to toe. Despite appearing like a normal man, a handsome one at that, he must’ve had a screw loose or something.

It was then that you realized your father had gone to the store for more paint. You were alone.

Should I run?

As if reading your thoughts, this stranger blocked the exit. “Where are you going babe?”

This dude was definitely crazy. Arming yourself with a palette knife, pointing in his direction, you backed away slowly, briefly glancing so you didn’t trip.

“Stay away..”

He did nothing but stare, standing so still.

When your father came back, you told him a strange man had broken in. Avoiding any supernatural talk, you merely said he’d left but it worked because your father locked every window and door that night.

—

It was this place, driving you insane.

Seriously, that strange guy had appeared to you in front of your parents. They saw nothing and you made sure not to tell them.

Moonjo—his name—never did anything to hurt you, but his presence was enough to haunt you. It was the opposite, really. He referred to you in terms of affection, like you were a couple. It was weird. Unsettling.

“What do you want from me?”

You figured maybe he wanted you to solve his murder, set him free, that type of thing. The twinkle in his eye said otherwise.

“I want you to do whatever you want.”

“What?”

“If you want to kill, kill. If you want to be selfish, be selfish.”

—

Red painted the cream colored walls once again.

The past was repeating itself. You woke up in a puddle of blood, none of it yours. “Aah… huh..” what did you do? The body next to you was dead.

Panic began to settle into your body. No no no...! You’d go to jail. Your father would hate you. Your life was ruined. All because—

“Don’t worry honey, I will help you.”

That voice, that wretched voice which had previously brought you despair now sounded comforting.

[meri-meri-mwah]

So I'm halfway finish with the Hell Is Other People webtoon and I just want to acknowledge the little twists both Yeongsam and Moonjo have. (This is gonna contain spoilers if you haven't read up until episode 66)

The restaurant scene where Jongwoo, Jaeho, Jieun, and Moonjo/Yeongsam come together was really interesting to witness cause Moonjo and Yeongsam had a different approach to the situation.

Yeongsam, who looks anti-social, enters inside and doing his best to give off a friendly aura despite knowing Jongwoo is shitting his pants right now. The way he casually comes in and talks about this and that without visibly shit talking people (*people being Jaeho, COUGHS). I don't know if he intentionally wanted to come off as a friendly neighbor, but seeing it was kinda cute, ngl.

And then there's Moonjo. Coming inside with no intentions of making this interaction comfortable for everyone. He makes himself comfy in his seat, shit talks about Jaeho while staring INTENSELY at Jongwoo, and even dares to look Jaeho directly in the eye to publicly shame him. Obviously, everyone is VERY uncomfortable right now and Moonjo is smiling at the chaos he's about to create cause he's feeling a little ✨silly✨.

The best part gotta be Jongwoo's reaction. In the webtoon, Yeongsam is actually the one who ask Jongwoo to come outside. In the drama, Jongwoo is the one to ask Moonjo to come outside. Both Jongwoos were extremely uncomfortable yet their responses to Yeongsam and Moonjo ended up being different yet similar, too.

[xeniums]

to have matching teeth bracelets is my morning wish of the day