#Solo Leveling Arise

[sayonara363]

I was thinking it was weird how most of the characters we can find in the lobby were rather rude to Jinwoo and he was really really respectful to every single one but then I understood why- it was because it was e rank Jinwoo.

Of my dear they did not DESERVED to be in your presence my love. You precious little thing they are bullies and you shouldn’t pay them any attention.

LOOK AT HIM!!!! HOW DARE ANYBODY BE MEAN TO HIM OHHHH MY LOVE!!!! MY PRECIOUS BABY ARGH!!!!

[faintrustle]

"You Aren't E-Rank, Are You?"

[chahaezii]

lowkey too busy gooning it, talking to oomfs and working that I have practically no time to write 🥀 sigh

but hey, have Jinwoo serving cunt as an apology!!

[koiiiji]

in the shadows

author's note ; just entered solo leveling fandom, and only watched anime, so i don't know lore that much yet, as a result it maybe ooc as hell

tw ; reader described as non!human and a little tsundere. just fluff

Igris x reader

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you had always prided yourself on being the one thing Sung Jinwoo could count on — whether or not he appreciated it. from the day you were bound to his system, you were there, guiding him, helping him navigate the endless challenges of his rise to power. sure, you’d complain and grumble, maybe tease him more than a proper assistant should, but deep down, you were fond and proud of this guy.

and, unlike the other shadows, you weren’t just another faceless warrior pulled from the void. you had your own personality, your own quirks — and a lot of sass to back it up. your sharp tongue making up for your questionable fighting skills, but you were here as a system assistant in the first place, right?

small, curved horns sprouted from your forehead, curling subtly and gleaming faintly in the dim light of the shadow world. a thin, agile tail swayed behind you as if it had a mind of its own, a pair of leathery wings carried you around effortlessly as you hovered at Jin-woo’s side, whenever he toyed with the system interface.

today had been brutal. the battle was long and relentless, the air thick with the stench of blood and the echo of falling enemies. Jinwoo stood amidst the ruins, his shirt torn and streaked with blood, beads of sweat rolling down his sharp jawline.

“and why is he staring like that?” you asked lazily, floating around him, propping your chin on your hand as you gestured towards a silent figure sitting on the ruins of a staircase..

“who?” Jinwoo replied, wiping sweat from his chin.

“him. tincan.” you nodded at Igris, the silent, imposing knight who had been watching you with that inscrutable helmeted gaze.

Jinwoo barely spared him a glance. “that’s just Igris. he’s always like that. he never talks.”

“well, it’s creepy,” you huffed. then, louder: “hey, nailhead! what’re you staring at?”

Igris didn’t move, only tilting his head slightly as though considering you. then, without a word, he stood, disappearing in a gust of black wind.

“see? he’s weird,” you grumbled, puffing out your chest smugly. Jinwoo only shook his head, used to your antics by now. he let out a soft chuckle, brushing a hand through his damp hair. “you know, i never feel that stare at me. he only stares at you like that. maybe he’s got a thing for you.”

you froze mid-hover, your tail twitching nervously before you lost your balance and fall on the ground. “what a nonsense!! watch your mouth young man!” then quietly “..like he’s capable of feelings. he’s just a big, hollow suit of armor.”

Jinwoo smirked, wiping his hands on his pants. “suit yourself.” with that, he walked off, leaving you flustered and scowling.

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later, when Jinwoo finally left the shadow world, you took it as your cue to reclaim your rightful position as the system’s most important entity. you were the assistant, the navigator, the closest thing to a leader these shadows had while Jinwoo was gone. and what better way to assert your dominance than lounging on the throne itself?

you sprawled lazily across the dark, jagged seat, one leg draped over the armrest and your wings curled comfortably behind you. you fiddled with a shadowy orb in your hands, tossing it up and catching it with ease as you tried to stave off boredom.

still, Jinwoo’s words wouldn’t leave you alone. you found yourself glancing around the room more than usual, half-expecting those glowing blue eyes to pop out of the shadows.

and of course, they did.

you felt it before you saw it — the familiar sensation of being watched. your tail flicked nervously as you froze mid-throw, the orb dissipating into mist as you glanced around the room. your eyes landed on a familiar figure standing in the shadows, scanning the room. there he was, lurking at the edge of the shadows, as silent and menacing as always.

“hey, tin can!” you called, trying to mask your unease with bravado. “didn’t i tell you to stop staring? you’re making me nervous!”

Igris didn’t reply. he never did. instead, the faint sound of metal echoed through the room as he stood up and took a step closer.

you frowned, narrowing your eyes. “what is your deal, huh? why don’t you ever talk? who am i even yelling at?”

he kept moving forward, his slow, deliberate steps making your confidence falter with each sound.

“h-hey! stop! i-i mean it!” you snapped, but your voice lacked its usual bite.

by the time he reached the throne, you had pressed yourself back into the seat, your wings curling around you protectively. but instead of whatever terrifying move you expected, Igris did something completely unexpected.

the imposing knight lowered himself to one knee in front of you. slowly, reverently, he leaned forward, resting the cold, smooth surface of his helmet against your lap.

your breath hitched, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to do. a soft, rhythmic sound emerged from beneath his helmet — a low purring noise that reminded you of a contented cat.

“w-what the hell…” you muttered, staring down at him, utterly baffled.

cautiously, you raised a hand, letting it hover over his helmet. “you’re such a freak, you know that?”

when he didn’t move, you hesitated for another second before finally giving in. your fingers brushed the metal, and then you stroked it lightly, your touch was awkward and unsure at first. his purring grew louder, and you couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you.

“you’re so weird, nailhead,” you murmured, a small, fond smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.

and though you’d never admit it, you didn’t mind the company. not one bit.

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[little-shadow-club]

*whispers softly* I will now proceed to eat this picture before i go insane over him

[animeaestheticsthings]

SEASON 3 NOW!!!🤩🤩🖤🖤🖤❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💫💫

[leithvit]

Definitely leveled up with this one🔥

Commission

[thatlotuscookie]

Hello! Hope you have a good day 😄 Could I request some nsfw headcanons or maybe even a scenario 🤭 for Woo Jinchul? I was thinking something soft, he seems like the type to take really good care of his S/O, very attentive. I think I'd melt :((

✧･ﾟ: a/n: thanks for your request i had sm fun writing this, sorry for the late posting guys!! working on a project for my engineering club ^_^ hope you enjoy and feel free to send more reqs if ever you want. wrote a scenario after the headcanons so if you wanna skip to that, just scroll :<

Woo Jin-Chul x !FemReader (soft love making hcs)

King of Praise Kink.

Jinchul worships your reactions. He gets off on watching you fall apart for him. Whether you’re whimpering under his tongue or moaning into the sheets while he’s deep inside, he’s got that low, reverent voice.

Loves slow, intense eye contact

He needs to look into your eyes when he’s inside you. That dead-serious, I’m-making-love-to-your-soul type stare that melts your spine. If you try to look away? He gently grabs your chin and brings your gaze back.

His fingers are god-tier

They’re thick, dexterous, and holy fucking hell does he know how to use them. Two fingers can leave you shaking if he curls them just right — and trust me, he always curls them just right. While kissing your neck. He might not even need his dick to ruin your life. But oh, when he does use it...

Morning sex is slow, lazy, and absolutely filthy

He wakes up half-hard, your body draped over him, and instead of rushing out of bed like some uptight workaholic, he kisses your shoulder, mumbles “stay with me a little longer,” and starts grinding into you under the sheets. It’s sleepy, messy, and intimate as fuck. His voice is extra deep in the morning and he stays inside you long after you both finish. Just… exists in that afterglow with his hand on your waist and his forehead against yours.

Slow grinding is his favorite

Sure, he can rail you. And when he finally snaps? Holy shit. Walls will rattle. But his favorite? The deep, slow grind with your legs wrapped around his waist, foreheads touching, and the sound of skin on skin filling the room like music. He holds your hand while fucking you. Kisses your knuckles, your jaw, your nose. Yeah, and now you’re crying during sex again. Congrats.

Mutual pleasure is non-negotiable.

You finish first. Always. If he has to edge himself raw while you come three times in a row? So be it. That man lives to see you satisfied. He gets off on it. Seeing you cum is his kink. He'll eat you out until your thighs shake and you're trying to push his head away, and he just grabs your hips tighter and growls about how you can give him one more. And you know it’s never just one more.

Dirty talk is gentle, but wrecking.

He’s not loud. He doesn’t bark orders. What he does is whisper filth like a lullaby in that smooth, gravel-soft voice that turns your brain into soup. It’s not just dirty. It’s emotionally compromising. He’ll fuck you stupid and make you feel like the love of his goddamn life all at once.

Touches you like he missed you, even if it’s only been an hour.

His hands linger everywhere. Thighs, hips, lower back. Constant touches, constant grounding. You’re not just getting dicked down — you’re getting held. Possessed, but not owned. And if you say “please” in the right tone? He’ll melt for you.

He absolutely gets off on soft aftercare

Post-sex Woo Jinchul is a menace. He’ll hold you like he’s scared to let go, wrap you in his shirt, and stroke your hair while telling you how good you were, how much he loves you, how proud he is. And then he’ll make you water, run you a bath, and carry you there himself. No shame. He wants you to feel taken care of in every way. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. Carnally.

You barely get the door shut before the exhaustion hits you like a freight train. The day’s been shit. No, worse than shit — a full-on mental gangbang of stress, overwork, and emotional whiplash. You feel hollow. Numb. Like you could collapse right here and let the floor swallow you whole.

But you don’t. Because Woo Jinchul is home.

The scent of him — that clean, cedarwood warmth — hits you before you even see him. He steps around the corner, already unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt, tie hanging loose, and the second he lays eyes on you, everything in him sharpens. Not in alarm — in focus.

He doesn’t say “what’s wrong?” or “are you okay?” because he knows. He sees it in the slump of your shoulders, in the way your eyes won’t meet his.

“Come here.”

Two words. That’s all. And you go.

He wraps you in those broad, strong arms, your face pressed to his chest where you can hear the steady beat of his heart. He’s solid, warm, grounding — like if you let go, you might float the fuck away, and he knows it. One hand cradles the back of your head; the other smooths slow circles over your back.

“You don’t have to carry any of it right now,” he murmurs into your hair. “Let me carry you for a while.”

Fuck. That alone almost breaks you.

He leads you — slow, unhurried — to the bedroom. No sudden moves, no pressure. Just quiet care. He undresses you carefully, like you’re fragile, but not weak. Like you deserve to be cherished. Shirt first, then pants. His fingers trail your skin reverently, brushing every newly revealed patch like he’s memorizing it.

“You’ve been through enough today,” he says, voice low, rough with emotion. “Let me take care of you properly.”

He doesn’t get naked yet. No rush. This isn’t about him right now. He guides you to lie back on the bed and slips in beside you, fully clothed. His hand rests over your heart, warm and steady. His lips brush your temple.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

You whisper his name, shaky and needy, and he finally moves — kissing down your neck, over your collarbone, his breath soft and warm.

“You’re so good for me,” he whispers, lips ghosting over your skin. “You give so much. Let me give it all back.”

And then he goes down. Slow. Deliberate. His tongue parts you like a prayer, and he fucking devours you with that lethal focus of his. No rushing. He builds you up like he’s composing a symphony with his mouth — steady rhythm, perfectly placed strokes, moaning against you when your thighs twitch.

“That’s it… fuck, baby, you taste so sweet…”

You’re shaking before he’s even started using his fingers. He slips one inside, slow, curling it just right while he keeps licking — coaxing you open with nothing but care and patience.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he groans, looking up at you from between your legs with pure fucking awe. “Taking my fingers so well. So damn perfect.”

And then, only after your body is already trembling from the edge, does he finally undress. Shirt off, muscles flexing as he peels it away. His eyes never leave yours.

“You sure?” he asks, even though your body’s fucking screaming yes. You nod, and he leans down to kiss you — deep, tongue slipping into your mouth like he owns it — and lines himself up.

When he pushes in, it’s slow. Agonizingly slow. He groans like he’s feeling heaven for the first time.

“Fuck… you’re so warm. So tight around me… You always take me so damn well.”

His forehead rests against yours, your fingers laced together beside your head as he starts to move. Not fast. Deep. Like he’s fucking you to anchor himself.

“You don’t have to do anything, baby,” he murmurs. “Just let me love you.”

His hand cradles your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, and his other arm wraps around your waist, holding you like he needs to feel you everywhere. Every thrust is slow, dragging, calculated to make you feel every inch.

“That’s it… let go for me. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

He kisses you again — messy this time, open-mouthed and gasping, like he needs your breath to survive. You moan into his mouth, your nails raking down his back, and he shudders.

“God, baby, you’re everything. You hear me?” His voice is rough, strained with emotion. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

You’re damn near sobbing when you come, clinging to him like he’s the only solid thing in the world. He doesn’t stop — just rides you through it, holding you close, whispering praise in your ear.

“So beautiful… So good for me… You did so well, baby. So fucking well.”

He finishes with a broken groan, burying himself in deep and holding you tight. Not possessive. Not rough. Just there. His whole body wrapped around you like a promise.

And he doesn’t let go.

He cleans you up tenderly — not rushed, not clinical. Warm towel, gentle hands. Then he pulls you onto his chest, blankets wrapped tight, one hand stroking your hair.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time,” he whispers. “Not when you’re with me.”

And you fall asleep in his arms, safe, wrecked, loved beyond words — while Woo Jinchul holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

[pa1nrema1ns]

It's giving 'fallen prince who seduces the princess of the opposing kingdom and intends to use her in his plot for revenge but falls in love with her instead.'

[purru]

Demonic plum sword & distorted dreams

[sayonara363]

Am I late for these jokes guys 💔

[faintrustle]

SUNG JINWOO is back.

[itsfheang]

I've been in love with the design of the shadows in Solo Leveling. Specifically Igris. Igris is daddy. 👀💙

[plushylover20]

Put that long ass phone away

[jaychive]

Finally have my princess Lennart appearing in my SLA lobby!

Oh my god their size difference...

Also some Jinwoo and Lennart screenshot because they're my silly rarepair

[gabbyp09]