#kana.snippets

[heyimkana]

YANDERE JINWOO, OH MY GOODNESS!! I SWEAR IM GONNA FAINT. ITS NOT EVEN A JOKE 😭😭

Your gonna cook anyways, longer chapter or shorter. GIMME THEM ALL. Let your inner thoughts flow out as u write because I swear I enjoy each bit of it. Your writing is literally sensational.

YES YES YANDERE JINWOO SUPREMACYYYYYY!!!!!

here, I'll give you a snippet because you've been so sweet to me 🥺

It’s a shame, really, that you don’t see eye to eye. Instead of being grateful for the love he had given you, you chose to be terrified by the intensity of his affection, slipping away through his hand the second you found the chance simply because you thought you weren’t strong enough to handle being smothered by his love. But you were. You are. No one could fit him better than you. No one could please him better than you do. You think you were at your limit, but you weren’t. He knew you could take more of him, the same way you always did when he pushed into you at night, stretching your walls with his cock, molding you until you became the perfect sheath for him and him only. You always said it was too much, too big, too painful, but you always took him so well, didn't you? Clenching around him so tightly as if you never wanted to let him go. 

Jinwoo had memorized every detail of you like the back of his hand. He knows what’s perfect for you. Him. And you… You are the thread that keeps him sane. The center of his universe. Without you, he’ll let everything burn to the ground. Without you, he'll destroy the heavens himself. 

And yet…

“I can’t believe you actually left me…” Jinwoo brings his hand to his lips, veiling the sadistic grin that blossoms upon them. “After everything we’ve been through… After everything I’ve done for you…” He chuckled once, his gaze burning with the desire to dominate you. “You’re breaking my heart, Angel.”

He leaned back in his chair, his strands rubbing against the headrest. Through his shared senses, he watched you break free from the elevator and sprint through the lobby without taking a second to look back. Jinwoo nibbled at the corner of his lip, his vile grin threatening to grow. 

Run, Sweetheart. Run as fast as you can. Because once I get my hands on you…

His eyes gleamed brighter, like purple torches shimmering in a black cave. 

I’ll make sure you’ll never leave me again.

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[heyimkana]

currently writing a sex scene for Desiderium and yea totally not inspired by this track 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[heyimkana]

Please, Madame Kana, spare a crumb of your upcoming yandere fic 🥺 I need this version of Jinwoo in ways that are concerning to feminism.

Courtney omg 🥺 my writing is nothing as majestic as yours but here you go 😭

“J-Jin—” Your words stuck in your throat the second you witnessed the fury in his eyes. You’d never seen it before—didn’t even think it was possible for such consuming rage to reside in the pair of the gentlest sapphires you’d ever seen. He wasn’t looking at you, not at your face. His gaze was fixated on the bruise that had besmirched your neck, forming in the shape of another man’s fingers. He breathed out heavily, his wrath threatening to take over and destroy everything around him, but when he caressed his fingertips along the marks, they were as light, as cold, as gentle as the first snow of December.

“I shouldn’t have killed him,” Jinwoo spoke through clenched teeth, his voice the quiet rumble of an impending storm. “I should’ve tortured him.”

Update: Yandere Jinwoo fic has already been posted! Read it here.

[heyimkana]

guys guys i'm afraid i don't have much time to write but i wanna try and post something new next week 🥰

Also, have a little snippet for both 😁

“You only want me, don’t you, my love?” With one hand still plastered against your throat, he slid his other one down your body. “You wouldn’t want any other man to touch you this way, would you?” Jinwoo let his calloused palm paint the pictures for you, traveling from one sensitive part to another. “These sweet lips…” His hand traversed your neck before it settled on your mouth, two digits caressing over the seam of your lips as he bestowed a kiss equally as gentle on your cheek. “This beautiful hand…” He took your trembling hand in his, lacing your fingers together before he brushed his lips against your knuckles. “This curve of your waist…” He roamed over your side, his fingers gripping possessively, clawing against the fabric of your blouse. “And here…” He lifts your skirt to your hips, raking his nails over the supple flesh of your thigh before his hand slithers right between your legs. He cups your heat, his voice a low growl in your ear. “This pretty cunt of yours… All of these are mine.” 

You flinch, a soft cry spilling out of you as he slipped two fingers inside your panties, rubbing them against your clit. He was so gentle with you before; every touch felt featherlight on your skin, but that one…  He was rough with it, demanding, controlling, as if that part of your body was never yours to begin with. 

“Every part of you was made for me.” He licked a stripe up your neck, his fingers sliding back and forth between your folds, slick with your essence. “Only for me to touch. To ruin.”

He pushes in without a second to waste, his tongue moving past your ring at once, tasting the sweetness of your core. Your hand finds home in his hair as a startled gasp escapes you. This time, you don't want him to stop. He can fuck you later; that can wait. Right now, all you need is to find your release, to come on his tongue the way he craves for it. 

“Mmph,” Jinwoo breathes out heavily through his nose, his eyes drooping in rapture the moment you start grinding on his face. He can sense your impatience, your need to take over control, to just use him as you please until you reach your ecstasy. And he knows exactly what to do for you to obtain it.

He breaks away from you, almost robbing a whine out of your lips from the short separation. To your surprise, your husband settles himself on the bed, rolling over to his back and taking your body with him. You land on his chest with a huff, his grip around your waist so possessively tight, his movements rushed as if he was on the brink of his sanity. “Get up here,” he nearly growls, his own patience running thin. “On my face, Angel.”

“J-Jin—”

“Now.”

UPDATE: Yandere!Jinwoo fic is out! Read it here.

[heyimkana]

to that one anon who sent me an ask about vampire!reader x werewolf!jinwoo... thank you for giving me a chance to write this banter

Jinwoo scoffs, but there’s a flicker of amusement behind his eyes. “Is that so? And how about you learn a thing or two from werewolves? Like how to be brave and fierce instead of being a coward and a fucking parasite to survive?” “Oh, honey, I am brave and fierce.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder, her pointy teeth peeking out from behind her grin. “You just think I’m not because I look like your sweet, delicate, out-worldly beautiful little princess,” she croons, her smile embodying the innocent charm that most men dream of seeing in a woman. Jinwoo raises an eyebrow at her words. He’s a little taken aback by her confidence, but he tries to maintain his facade of indifference. “You don't look terrible in the eyes, I’ll give you that, Princess,” he says the word like it burns his tongue. “But I don’t think it counts as brave if you only hunt at night and run away at the first sign of sunlight.” “Touché,” she shrugs. “Well, at least I don’t hump a fucking tree during a full moon.” His cheeks flush red at her words, his eyes flashing with annoyance and anger. He growls. “Mm, growling. What an intelligent response.” He rolls his eyes at her sarcasm. “We werewolves can’t help ourselves around a full moon. You know that. You’re just trying to get on my nerves.” She titters, “I’m just surprised you didn’t deny humping a tree.” “Oh, shut up.” His blush deepens, creeping from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. “You know damn well that’s not true.”

UPDATE: The fic has been posted! You can read it here.

[heyimkana]

A snippet from Pillow Talk Part 2:

His tender tone soothes you, but it’s never enough to completely excise your past traumatic memories of nearly losing him. “It wasn’t like the last time, was it? The beast that put those wounds on your chest?” 

“No, nothing like that,” he answers with haste, not wanting you to worry even further (it’s just a stupid game he plays to get your attention, after all). “It was just Beru.”

As if being summoned, the shadow soldier materializes out of thin air, still in the shape of a small, floating head. “M-My liege,” Beru greets, the pitch black, smoggy cloak around him quivering just as much as his voice. He hovers close to his summoner’s face, beseeching him for forgiveness. “I can no more bear this guilt within mine own chest. To make amends for mine sins, I shall taketh mine own life. Though I shall be reborn through thy mystic powers, the anguish must needs be worth the price of thy fair skin I have besmirched with these abominable hands. I shall end mine existence a hundredfold, nay, a thousandfold—”

“Can you not waste my mana, please?” Jinwoo sighs, breaking away from you with a frown. All the romantic tension he’s been building before to sweep you off your feet? Gone. “And what did I tell you about not snooping into my private moments?”

“Mine most humble apologies, my liege!” he panics, flying back and forth as if a part of him begged him to flee. “I hath but come hither to bid thee good night! Naught did I desire to intrude upon thy sacred, amorous moment with thy lady wife, most especially when thou hast longed for her gentle caress all the livelong day—”

Your husband slaps a hand over his mouth, his large palm nearly covering the ant’s entire face, grasping it hard enough for Beru to start mewling under his hold. His smile is nothing but menacing, a warning for the shadow to for the love of God, shut. the fuck. up. 

Read Part 1 here.

Update: the chapter has been released! Read it here!

[heyimkana]

A little snippet from the papa!jinwoo fic I'm currently working on 🥰

“Now, come on, Daddy! Let’s have a tea party! You can be the queen, and I’ll be the princess, and Mr. Whiskers can be the king!” “Right now?” Jinwoo chuckles, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. He has the energy to play with you all night, but having tea parties with an overexcited toddler can be quite draining indeed, especially when he has to play the role of a noblewoman—who’s married to a cat, for some reason—to keep her entertained. “Can Daddy take a shower first?” “No! The tea will get cold if you do that!” "All right, all right. Can I, at least, play a manly role this time? A prince, maybe?" "No, we need to have a queen in the story!" "Why can't Mommy be the queen, then?"

"Because Mommy is busy doing her chores," you answer with an impish twinkle in your eyes, completely ignoring the pleading look your husband sends you. "Remember to use your girly voice, Husband."

Jinwoo narrows his eyes at you. "Is this your payback from earlier?"

You toss him a coquettish grin. "Maybe."

He sighs despite his little smile threatening to crawl back to his lips. "You're lucky I love you."

"Daddy, come on!" She hops on her feet, tugging him even further toward the living room. “And you too, Orky, hurry up! You’re the maid. You need to serve us some cake!” The High Orc releases a sigh. Tossing his messy braid over his shoulder, he retrieves his apron from the counter—one that you’d sewn yourself for him as a gift for being an exceptionally patient babysitter—and follows after their steps.  To anyone else’s eyes, the view of South Korea’s 10th S-Rank Hunter, a fluffy yet somewhat demonic cat, a brawny High Orc, and a toddler with messy pigtails having a tea party on a tiny plastic table in the heart of your living room might be too absurd to take in, but this is just an everyday scenery in your lovely home. But even so, you’ll never take this for granted. The sense of relief of being safe and sound, the happiness of being together, the warmth that spreads right to your center…. These are the things that you pray every night to last forever. And it is something that Sung Jinwoo protects more than the universe itself.

Chapter is out now! Read it here.

[heyimkana]

Another snippet from Pillow Talk Part 2:

A certain glow in his eyes causes the soft hairs on your nape to rise. Every nerve of your body pleads for his touch, but he won’t grant your wish just yet. “But I have to be patient, don’t I, Sweetheart?” Jinwoo continues with a glimpse of arrogance written on his lips, knowing he already has you dancing in the palm of his hand. “After all, the game just started. Although…” He leans close, his lips barely touching your ear as he speaks hushedly. “I doubt I could resist it if my sweet girl started acting all needy for me now.”

You force out a scoff even when your body is eager to have his taste in your mouth. “You wish.”

He simpers at your reaction, entertained by your desperate attempt to mask embarrassment. He lets his lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks in a low, dark whisper. “Don’t try to deny it, love. I can see right through you. The way you’re clenching your legs together” —his hand grips your thigh, fingers pressing deep into your skin— “the way you bite your lip,” he kisses you, brief and chaste, but the soft, sultry moan he makes on purpose is anything but innocent. “You’re already getting needy, aren’t you?”

Your stomach somersaults at how his smirk breaks so naturally, so seductively on his lips. Afraid you’ll succumb to your desire, you push a hand to his face, returning the safe space between you. “Your turn to ask me now.”

Jinwoo lets out a small laugh at your childish act, gently prying your hand away from him. “Someone’s avoiding the question,” he says, amused. “All right, my turn. I’m going to make sure you answer mine, okay, Sweetheart?”

The subtle threat only excites you. “Fine. Just don’t ask anything weird. Or perverted.”

Your husband chuckles, sinking his head back to the dip of your neck again. He tugs on your strap with his teeth, his hand now brazenly glides over your chest, feeling the way your sensitive bud hardens under the satin but leaving it ignored—for now. “But you’d like the perverted ones, wouldn’t you?” His grin blooms on your skin before he places a warm, open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder. Your fingers clench into fists, doing everything you can to suppress your moan. When he breaks away, he carries himself nonchalantly as if he didn’t just grind his teeth against your skin a second ago. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll behave,” he finishes with a coquettish grin. “For your sake.”

He’s toying with me. “Just give me the damn question.”

“Patience is a virtue, my love. Let me think for a second. I don’t want to come up with something… boring.” His gaze turns playful when it meets yours, referring to your earlier question.

“Are you making fun of me again?”

“Me? Make fun of you? Never,” he coos as his smirk proves otherwise. Jinwoo gets an idea shortly after, another smirk forming instantly on his face. “If you could change one part of my body, what would it be? But, of course, if you think everything is perfect, you can say that, too.”

You send him a flat stare. “Your dick. Would’ve liked it better if it was bigger.”

He laughs out loud at your answer, his seductive smirk morphing into a perfect view of his marbled teeth. He appears so young like this, refreshing and sweet. “Oh, baby, you know I don’t lack in that area, don’t you? If you were saying something about my face, I would’ve believed you, but that…” He snorts in amusement. “Come on now.”

“Oh, you’re so annoying.” You throw a playful jab at his stomach. Well, it is true that he’s packing more than necessary down there, but… You’re not going to give him that satisfaction, are you? “Where does this confidence even come from?”

He chuckles, catching your hand. “Of course, I’m confident. After all…” His fingers slide past your elbow, up to your shoulder, traveling over soft skin until they cup the side of your neck. His thumb rubs over your lips, his eyes misted with desire when he says, “You look too satisfied most of the time. If not, always.”

You can feel his digit applying pressure on your lips, wanting you to part them open for him, but you stop him by curling your fingers around his wrist. “M-Maybe it’s just because you’re good at using it, not because of the size itself.”

Jinwoo smiles almost wickedly, his eyes gleaming in the dimness of your bedroom. “Careful now. I’m gonna get cocky.”

“I’m not complimenting you, dummy. I’m trying to make an argument!”

Your attitude only amuses him further. He pulls you closer, your body now flushed against his. His lips graze your ear when he speaks, his voice low and a little teasing. “Oh, no, Sweetheart, I can tell you’re complimenting me. Don’t worry, I know I’m the best. And I know you know that, too.”

You roll your eyes despite your heart thrashing against your ribcages in response. “Next question.”

Read Part 1 here.

Update: the chapter has been released! Read it here

If anyone wants to be tagged, feel free to let me know ❤️

[heyimkana]

Snippet from the second part of Come Home to Me 🥰

[heyimkana]

main reason why I'm writing this megumi x reader x yuuta fic:

tsundere megumi ❌

yandere yuuta ❌

housewife toji ✅

“This dumbass’ name is Megumi.” His father, a man twice—no, maybe three times her size—did him a favor. “Means blessings. I came up with it.” He seemed proud, more of himself and less of his son, she noticed. He planted his hand on top of the boy’s head, making a mess of his already messy spikes. “His brain turns to mush whenever a pretty girl is around, so you better get used to it.” The burly man swayed to the side, dodging his son’s little punch while keeping his hand where it was, holding him in place. “Also, I’m Toji,” he smirked. “Wife’s not home right now but I’m sure she’ll pop in later with a fruit basket or something. You like cake?”

He was intimidating even when his words were anything but. “Y-yes, Sir.”

“Then come over anytime, I’ll bake you some. Not chocolate, though. This little bastard’s here will suffer from explosive diarrhea if he—”

Megumi choked. “DAD!”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Toji patted his son’s head, a little too hard for his liking. “It’s a joke. He’s not a bastard. An accident, maybe, but—”

Megumi buried his face in his palms. “Oh my God.”

“W-we get it,” her mother replied, her lips curving up in an awkward smile. “I’m glad we have such nice neighbors.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.” Toji dragged his gaze back to her daughter, scrutinizing her. “Huh,” he commented after a while. “You got a pretty smile, kid.”

She cowered. “Umm... Thank you...”

“Hello, I’m Tsumiki,” Megumi’s older sister chimed in, walking out from the kitchen with a charming smile as she took off her apron. “I’m sorry our place is a mess.” Elbowing her father on his side, she muttered, “Don’t harass her, Dad.”

“How is telling a girl she has a pretty smile a form of harassment?”

“When it comes from your mouth, everything is.”

[heyimkana]

i already did the childhood-friends-to-lovers / idiots-in-love trope in The Last Song before but I'm writing basically the same thing with Megumi x Reader (x Yuuta) only because i want to write toji, tsumiki and mamagumi teasing megumi about his first love

“So call her, you idiot!" Tsumiki said. "Or text her, at least! Just tell her ‘Hey, I miss you, come home soon.’” “No.” Megumi shook his head repeatedly, sweating and shuddering in horror. “Why not?” “‘Cause that’ll make me sound pathetic!” Toji passed him by, one hand stuffed in a bag of potato chips as he headed toward the couch. “I think you’re maxed out, kid.” “Honey, listen,” his mother finally chimed in. “It's not pathetic to call a girl you like and tell her you miss her. Actually, we love it when boys are honest about their feelings, especially when it comes to showing affection.” “Except if you’re ugly,” Tsumiki commented, stealing a chip from her father who settled himself beside her on the sofa. “If you’re ugly then you'll just come off as creepy.” Megumi, once again, almost passed out in dread. “But you’re not ugly,” his mother hurriedly said, squeezing her son’s shoulders. “You look just like your father.” “Oh my God.” His face blanched. “I’m hideous.”

[heyimkana]

KANA, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE GLAD IT DIDN'T BORE ME? IT'S A MASTERPIECE. EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE IS TO DIE FOR. I'M SORRY, BUT I'M A COMPLETE SIMP FOR PATHETIC MEN. AND THE WAY YOU WRITE JINWOO? IT DOES THINGS TO ME. I'M OBSESSED. I NEED THE NEXT PART IMMEDIATELY. PLEASE, I'M BEGGING. SERVE US THE WITH FOOD.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MUUUUAAAHH!!!!!

BROOOOOOOOO YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY FOR REAL STOPPPP 😭😭😭😭 I'M SO HAPPY THO AAAAAAAAA I WANNA TATTOO THIS ASK TO MY CHEST

i'm also so glad that you like the way i write jinwoo 🥺 husband jinwoo is everything to me and i want to portray him being all soft and gentle and affectionate with his wife 🥺

I'M WORKING ON IT BABE DON'T WORRY IT WILL COME OUT SOON I PROMISE!! i'm not sure if i can cook a good meal but I'll try my best!!!!!

i have nothing to repay you for your sweet message so here, have a snippet hehe:

You snap your eyes open, squinting them as you grumble, “You’re such a tease.”

“Am I?” Another chuckle breaks free from his throat. “I asked what you wanted me to do for you, but you didn’t answer my question. I’m not a mind-reader, you know. If you want something, Sweetheart,” he pauses just to glide his thumb over your lips, his tongue peeking out slightly to wet his own as he gazes down at them. “You need to be a good girl and ask for it.”

[heyimkana]

I'm writing a super fluffy husband!gojo fic to make me feel better because I can't afford therapy

[heyimkana]

my mood when I was writing this husband!gojo x reader fic was literally like

cause i'm re-reading my shit and what the hell is this

[heyimkana]

I'm trying to test whether my post will show up in the tags so have a lil snippet from my Megumi x Reader fic hehe

Megumi didn’t know how many times had he taken a deep, exasperated sigh as he waited for the party to end, but she did. Twelve times in the last twenty-two minutes. It’s pathetic that she knew, she realized that too, but she just couldn’t stop stealing glances at him. Her eyes always found their way back to him no matter how much she tried to focus on anyone else. Even when a pair of striking blue ones were desperately seeking her attention right now. She didn’t know how many boys had asked her to dance from the moment she stepped into the ballroom but Megumi did. Seven in the last twenty-two minutes. And he wished he didn’t know, wished he didn’t see, because every time a guy approached her, he felt something hot pulsed through his veins. It was jealousy, though he hadn’t realized it just yet, the kind that was so thick and bitter that it turned quickly to rage. He wished he was them. He wished he had the guts to ask her to dance. He wished he wasn’t such a fucking coward but he was and that was why the only thing he did was gripping his cup a little too tightly. It was only when a senior—the most popular one at school and for a good reason—asked for her hand that he felt like the earth crumbled beneath his feet.  Gojo Satoru.

[heyimkana]

"My love" winning the poll by 26%... I gotchu fam 😁

Frantic tears still glazed your eyes, threatening to fall and join the others that had dripped down your chin. “Y-You…” Your breathing quickened, your heart rate escalating rapidly. “Those men… You k-killed them…”

To your horror, his thin lips bowed, forming a smile so angelic, it felt like heaven’s kiss. “I did,” Jinwoo replied, his tone sweet, almost romantic, his gaze soft without a glimmer of remorse. “All for your sake, my love.”

guys guys i need your help again (i'm so annoying)

so i'm currently working on a new fic with yandere fiancee!jinwoo and i'm curious

I'm not including any degrading pet names because even though he's gonna hurt you for trying to run away from him, my king won't disrespect you like that 😌