#lee dong wook fanfic

[inkedobsidian]

~ Loyalty ~

prompt: #59 “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face”

requested by @handyulset

summary: Y/N & Honda go to protect Ji-an after Jin-man’s request and only one of them gets out

pairing: Y/N x Jeong Jin-man

warnings: violence, blood, someone dies

word count: 2,534

a/n: I skipped the morgue scene just bc it was already hella long with just setting up the story. Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas

Master-List - Prompts

Y/N wasn’t actually sure how many years it had been since her and her brother had seen Jeong Jin-man but she wished she could’ve said it was under better circumstances. Y/N and Honda had heard stories about Bale along her life and even had the misfortune of working with him from time to time so they weren’t surprised when Jin-man spoke about everything that happened on their previous missions.

Y/N had hoped that Jin-mans visit meant he was here to finally settle with his family but then again that would be better circumstances. Now Y/N and Honda find themselves racing in Honda’s car to what was inevitable death most likely. Jin-man had called Honda panicked finding out Bale was back and with his family. He had pleaded with them to go protect his niece which didn’t need much convincing from either of them

Speeding through the streets they only hoped that they were in the clear when they got there. Jin-man informed them that Ji-an wouldn’t let anybody in if they didn’t answer her riddle, smart kid honestly. As they parked up and ran in, in synchronized silence they could hear movement further up the stairs and a small voice on the other side.

As they advanced up the stairs they could see a man peak into the room and duck out slowly, probably looking to see if Ji-an was alone. Then he opened the door again and started to advance towards Ji-an but before his whole body got through the door Honda lurched forward to grab his arm and pull him back hitting his face on the wall. As he did he dragged him back into the hallway closing the door to Ji-an.

As Honda landed an initial punch Y/N who has just under him on the stairs grabbed the mans right leg pulling him straight to the ground. As Y/N pulled him Honda took the time to put on his brass knuckles incase the guy proved more a fight than he looked. As the man hit the floor he scrambled back pulling a knife out of his holster and decided to go for his closest target which was Y/N. She dodged as much as much could but a step only gives you so much lean so she was caught on her cheek but it didn’t make much of an impact to her.

In one movement Honda kicked the guys extended arm throwing him against the wall again and making him drop the knife. As Y/N picked up the knife she followed the upwards movement hitting him with the butt of the knife which was followed by Honda football kicking him one more time knocking the man clean out. It was a good thing Honda closed the door so Ji-an didn’t see any of that. Before moving the man Honda slid into the room to type ‘Stable Tennis’ on his mobile to show Ji-an, the answer to her riddle.

After asking Ji-an to hide in her room Y/N and Honda had moments to decide what to do from here.

“I am not leaving you in here alone Honda that is suicide.” Y/N signed to him angrily. Her brother did always have a death wish when it came to protecting people.

“One of us needs to be first defense what if they wipe us out.” Honda signed back. He knew what had to happen but he thought he had a pretty good chance anyway. It was worth it to repay Jin-man, he promised he’d protect Ji-an. Y/N didn’t have long to argue because they heard people coming up the stairs and Honda took the time to shove Y/N into the room with Ji-an.

Y/N got down to Ji-ans height smiled and waved hoping to not make this more scary but Ji-an was just looking at the cut across Y/N’s cheek. Then the door squeaked open and Y/N put her fingers over her lips to motion Ji-an to be quiet. Y/N motioned Ji-an over to the corner of the room near the window and stood in front of her listening to the sounds.

Then it was a quick sequence of sounds and with every sound Y/N could feel little Ji-an behind her jump. First there was someone crashing through a door then it was silenced gunshots. In that moment Y/N turned around to cover Ji-an’s ears with her hands to cover the sounds of violence but there was no one there for Y/N. She heard the entire exchange having to picture what was happened as she was completely blind and couldn’t move or Ji-an would hear too.

“Who the hell is this bastard.” She heard come through the door. In this moment she started to look around and noticed the very limited options they had. Y/N tried to focus on the conversation but she heard more footsteps and no more punches which only meant one thing. Y/N looked out the window to the drop below and knew the only option she had.

“Can you hang on the other side of the window, down to the pipe?” Y/N wrote on her phone and Ji-an nodded enthusiastically or maybe it was adrenaline. She really was Jin-man’s niece. As Ji-an lowered herself Y/N pulled her knives out of her pocket and positioned herself out of view of the door slightly behind a bookcase, not enough to hide but enough that they wont notice initially.

Y/N waited until at least 1 person had walked completely through and she took a quick wide step into view and hit the first 2 people in her view with a knife in the eye for each dropping them instantly. She low dashed forward to grab the weapon that the first person dropped. As she picked up the axe the 3 people in the living room all turned from looking at Honda on the floor to her. One pulled a gun quickly and shot her in the left shoulder which she retaliated by throwing the newly acquired axe in their head putting them down.

As she adjusted her shoulder another one lunged forward to grab her, as her body got thrown into the living room right next to Honda she finally noticed his arm. While she was preoccupied with her brothers corpse someone landed a kick across her face sending her closer to the front door. Having to adjust quickly Y/N stood up and grabbed one of the umbrellas from the rack to her right. Not exactly a knife but what choice did she have. She lunged forward with the umbrella using it to knock the wind out of the closest guy to her. As his leant down reacting to the hit Y/N grabbed the back of his head and went forward with her knee colliding the two and knocking him out instantly.

She noticed that the other 2 men had gone through the room to Ji-an and she dashed forwards and she could only see one man in the room. Y/N dashed forward grabbing the man before he could notice and sending his head through the unopened window next to him. As he his head split open from the collision with the glass Y/N dragged his body back with so much force he hit his head on the wall on the other side knocking him out.

“JI-AN” Y/N screamed out the window as she could see the other man who had already reached the floor. Y/N flung herself over the window ledge and down the surfaces until she was an ok distance to jump down to the sofas. Just as she landed she heard the car collide with Ji-an and it made the man stop in his tracks. Y/N darted towards Ji-an and the man took the moment to dash in the other direction to avoid her. Luckily someone had already called the ambulance because by the time Y/N got to Ji-an she collapsed from the head wound she didn’t notice.

Luckily the hospital let Y/N sit beside Ji-an after her many protests, she was handling her injuries well and frankly with no guardian for Ji-an present the hospital felt bad for her. So that’s what Jin-man returned too. Ji-an was sleeping in the hospital bed covered in cuts and bruises and Y/N was across the couch with even more cuts and bruises. Y/N was on attack mode woke up just from the sound of the door but settled the moment she noticed it was Jin-man. She stood up and walked towards him motioning to go out into the hallway to let Ji-an sleep.

When she stepped into the light properly Jin-man could see all her injuries, well at least the ones on her face and arms. She had a full slash mark across her cheek and it looked like the bone close to her eye had been busted open. Her arms were covered in contact bruises and ever cuts from the shards of glass from the window. Jin-man struggled to contain the panicked look in his face.

“Are you hurt?” Y/N whispered. He couldn’t believe she was asking him in the moment.

“Are YOU hurt?” He returned the question because frankly it didn’t matter what happened to him.

“No.” She shook her head as she spoke almost dismissing his worry.

“Then why are there bruises all over your face.” He said softly but making sure to add a level of sarcasm. Y/N let out a small laugh in response and Jin-man’s face softened towards her as she looked back into the room towards Ji-an.

“She’s a lot like you y’know. Climbed out a window to survive,” Y/N let out a breathy laugh as she did she turned back to Jin-man who was looking at Ji-an and it was Y/N’s face that softened now, “Doctors said I’d be fine it just hurts like hell, had blood running out of my eye so it will stay red for a while.”

This comment made Jin-man turn back to Y/N and he properly noticed that the white of the right eye was completely red and the eye around completely yellow and purple bruised. He nodded at her comment and couldn’t settle the guilt, he’d gotten her injured and her brother killed.

“It’s not your fault Jin-man,” she spoke clearing the dead air. Maybe she could tell what he was thinking, he chuckled at that thought. If there was anyone to know what he was thinking it was her no matter how neutral his expression, “Honda would’ve done it all over again to protect that little girl, and so would I.”

Y/N reached up and put his hand on his cheek transferring her warmth to him and his shoulders relaxed for a brief moment.

“I’m going to get more sleep you’ll need to find the nurses and get the forms I can’t fill them out because I’m not family, I’ll keep an eye on her.”

Y/N let her hand fall from his face and she walked back into the room. Jin-man just stood there for an extra second to take in the whole situation before he walked towards the nurses desk.

“Excuse me? I’m Jeong Ji-an’s uncle, I got told I needed to fill out some forms?” He said quietly. The nurses head from behind the desk shot up and she shot him a wide customer service smile even if it was 4 in the morning.

“Ah yes, it does need to be a parent if possible?” The nurse replied.

“Mmm, There was an accident both of her parents are gone. It’s just me actually.” As he spoke the words settled in. Bale had killed his brother, SIL, friend and he knew he’d also killed his mother he just couldn’t prove it. He noticed how the nurses face dropped in horror and she stuttered a reply.

“I’m so sorry sir your girlfriend mentioned an accident but didn’t know the details I’ll grab it now.” The nurse whisked away before Jin-man even understand her comment let alone even correct her. When she came back he decided to just fill it out in the waiting area since he needed the light. As he did he kept thinking about the situation over and over again.

As he slowly got further through the paperwork got to emergency contacts. He wrote down his contact information first and then stared at the piece of paper for a while where it said ‘Emergency Contact 2’ His mind wrestled with the thought for a while before he decided to add Y/N’s name as well. He submitted the papers back to the nurse and made his way out of the hospital towards the convenience store across the road.

When Jin-man finally returned Y/N was still awake but she was sat with her back in the corner her eyes fixated on the door like a security turret she was shrouded in complete darkness and her pistol concealed in a pocket with the silencer pointing with a clear shot of the door. Once Jin-man entered in the room Y/N let herself exit the darkness and the moonlight hit her perfectly. Jin-man nodded towards the door for the pair of them to leave Ji-an to sleep.

They walked in silence towards a table that had a clear view of Ji-ans door and they took seats either side and Jin-man pulled out the convenience store bag of food and Y/N chuckled noticing it was everything she normally picks out.

“So what do we do now?” Y/N sighs after taking a bite of food. Jin-man raised his head from the table to look at her and cocked his head to the side raising an eyebrow.

“We?” Was all he managed to save. She lost her brother and she was still willing to help him.

“Of course. Jin-man we have known each other for years. We help people in need and right now Ji-an needs everyone she can, poor little girl just lost her parents.” Y/N spoke so matter of factly in the moment it was throwing Jin-man off internally but he kept composure.

“Honda…” It seemed like he could only speak in one work sentences.

“Would do the same for you if it was me on the floor that day. We have been through hell and back before Jin-man, you think I care for you so little that I’d abandon you now?” Jin-man had never known loyalty like it, he had never known a person who was able to care so deeply in such a horrific world, with everything she had seen and done.

“First I need to go to Babylon, this stops now.” Jin-man hoped that if he said he’s stop hunting Bale then Babylon would call a ceasefire. Y/N nodded slowly. She started to slowly think about what Jin-man had mentioned to her and Honda a couple of days before. He knew her so well it was like he could see the cogs moving so he cocked an eyebrow at her urging her to speak her mind.

“You mentioned a website?”

And that’s how murthehelp began. Y/N took her and her brothers business online and her and Jin-man moved it out into the countryside along with Ji-an. Now to multitask raising a kid and running a shop for killers.

[itsbabyabby]

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞!

Tv show: A shop for killers.

Relationship: Jeong Jinman x reader.

Warning!: Blood, mention of death, detail of wounds and injuries, violence, mention of weapons. Do not read if you are under 15 years old, if you read it is under your own responsibility. Do not republish/modify my work without my permission, ask me, it costs you nothing.

The sound of the shots resounded all over the place, the darkness chasing your steps tired but without stopping.

Your trembling hands grabbing the heavy weapon, the hesitant gaze on every corner caused a new cloud of fear, but it was your job, a job that was getting along badly, not because of you, but because of the troops who did not do their job well and now you were alone in this.

"Y/N?"

The voice behind you made you jump, quickly pointing at the man behind you. Your vision dazzling your beloved with his hands up to lower your weapon from his chest.

“Fuc-“ the man covered your mouth with his gloved hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked, approaching without first looking at the sides and moving towards you in quick steps, hiding them behind a concrete wall. “I told you not to move from where you were, now look...”

“Everyone is dead,” you said looking at him and looking behind him while the man checked your wounds very closely.

“I know, let the two team move forward,” You gasped with pain when he raised your chin to see your injured eye, the hemotoma forming around while the blood dries made it look worse than it is. “You should have waited for me.”

“I was doing it but they started attacking, I couldn’t stay,” she remained silent, his eyes traveled to yours gently. “Where were you?”

“Close,” was all he said before letting go and taking a step back to check the backpack he brought with him. “Can you heal yourself?”

You nodded, making the decision to sit on the floor, pulling your gun to the side to make way for the medicine cabinet, you opened the small box. Grabbing everything you would need to be able to heal your wounds. You had several cuts on your face and a blow to the eye, your entire abdominal part was painful because of the number of blows you received, however; the worst part was taken by your right arm, the knife they had given you was so deep that you could even see the flesh sprout, making you want to be in bed for a long time.

“I’ll go back, I’ll ask for help,” you wanted to see him quickly in the face of his words.

“I’m going with you, you won’t leave me here like that”

“That’s why I’ll leave you here, you’ll be fine,” the man turned around to see you seriously. “You’re already very hurt, you won’t be able to advance so much with your arm like this, you’re losing blood. It won’t take long”

The man turned around starting to walk, you tied the gaude well on your arm to stop the bleeding, you took your weapon quickly and tried to get up with all your strength until you got it, walking behind him with regret.

“Don’t leave me here, Jinman!” the man, upon hearing his name, turned around once again until you collided with him. “Don’t leave me alone again.”

The man sighed knowing how stubborn you were, taking your healthy arm and then going down to your hand entangling his fingers in a loving but tight grip.

“You’ll never listen to me, will you?” You just looked at it. “Let’s go before they realize that we are still here, we will return to the warehouse and I will help you with those wounds, can you put up with a little more?”

You nodded.

“Well, let’s go”

[seawitch62]

Mr. S

Lee Dong Wook x OC

Suggestive

WC: .6k

As he enters the dim lit club, beats of the latest dance  hits vibrate off the walls.

An aroma assaults his nostrils, grain hops yeast, Beer!

Drunken patrons spilling their ale as they mingle, predatory males on the loose.

Mr. S takes stock of his competitors, dismissing them with a blink of an eye.

His long lanky frame, elegantly dressed from head to foot.

Casually he walks to the bar, orders a beer, he begins his recon.

With an aloof yet intense gaze, his eyes scan the club, his outward appearance of casual boredom belie the fact of his true intentions.

Never one to show his hand, he eyes scorch those who happen upon his gaze.

The man, Mr. S, secretes pheromones, his superpower.

Women in his vicinity feel the force, some sense danger, stay away! Others excitement, others sense the animal, the pure sexual aura he exudes.

Mr. S is a picky lover, as he can be, as he always has a banquet to choose from.

His mysterious deep eyes have fallen on his prey, his target, he sips on his beer, silently watching.

Scrutinizing the object of his desire.

Mr. S, also known as Mr Sex, or Mr Scorpio, watches her with eyes of an eagle.

The object of his interest, feels the magnetic pull, his eyes full of promise danger excitement.

Hours of lustful adventures between the sheets.

At the same time sensing a mysterious wall of protection.

As if he can scorch your being, know all your desires yet show nothing of himself.

Mr Scorpio, is not one to toy with.

His prey turns away, although the sensuous gaze full of intensity is now burned into her memory  banks.

The feeling of sexual allure embedded into her thoughts.

Danger!

Excitement!

Her will is weakening and she finds herself locked into a gaze of such ferocity, dazed she turns away once more.

Noting his quarries' hesitancy, he delves into his expansive armory.

Any experienced game hunter knows, don't frighten or scare away the game.

Sending a warm smile, one that speaks trust and openness.

The smile zooms  in on its target, like a bullet it hits its mark.

The death here though is indecision.

She returns his smile with one of her own.

Smiling to himself, Mr Sex aka Mr Scorpio, knows what pleasures await him at that table if he is so inclined.

Once more he surveys the club, 

for he is a particular man, stubborn to his core.

He knows the carnal bliss he gives.

Can she withstand  the sexual onslaught?

Does she give as good as she gets?

Does she have staying power?

Glaring into her inner being, he focuses solely on finding the answers he seeks.

His beaming direct invasive stare, sends her pulse racing.

Feeling like a specimen under the microscope, she smiles, a smile  full of sexual promise.

His thorough investigation from the distance is over, time to move in for the kill.

Sipping his beer, his eyes are locked on his target, his unhurried appearance does not show the adrenaline that  is coursing through his body. 

Casually he stands, never taking his eyes off his quarry, slowly he makes his way to her table.

"There's no reason for formalities. We're all here to have fun. You can call me Dong Wook if you'd like, but that would mean you'd be as old as I am. You can call me ahjussi, oppa, uncle or Dong Wook. It's all fine. Do what you're comfortable with."

At that moment his night's entertainment is assured.

[hobisfavoritespritecan]

Hello!!! Can you please write a Seo Moonjo fic, where he becomes possessive/obsessed with Jongwoo's gf or with a female who works with him?

Overcompensate

Absolutely lovely! Here's a bit of a drabble for you!

Pairing: Seo Moon-Jo X Reader

Warnings: mentions of gore & possessiveness, Moon-Jo shows very yandere tendencies, cannibalism allegories

Moon-jo was a simple man.

Not necessarily in theory, but in practice. He knew what it was he aspired to obtain in his lifetime and with the amount of work and dedication he put into those aspirations, it makes sense that he would achieve them. Simple.

But as to what he wanted and the lengths he would go to, stopping at nothing...that was a little more complicated.

To his surprise, he had found himself in a situation where the goal wasn't in relation to dentistry or murder. He was having a bit of an issue sorting out just exactly why the new tenant of Eden Residence was so captivating, so enthralling to him. What was it about the boy who lived next door that led Moon-Jo to believing that his existence was some sort of spiritual awakening he would have to come to discover? Why was he suddenly so fascinated in the idea of pulling back his brain and picking out all of his thoughts, consuming them in their entirety until there was nothing left of poor Jongwoo but a vessel of the human being he once was? It was Kafka-esque, a metamorphosis of his character; to watch him succumb to the ravaging animalistic qualities that Moon-Jo believed all humans to possess. It was strange and it was beautiful.

And oh, was it something Moon-Jo wanted.

So he put in the work. Day after day he spent trying to get under Jongwoo's flesh, tearing open another layer piece by piece to truly understand his newfound obsession. But with every step closer to his goal he got, the more confused he became. There was nothing he was learning that he had hoped for. Jongwoo was buckling under the weight of his neighbor's madness, yes. But he wasn't the right image of Moon-Jo's work. This frustrated him to no end.

He still remembers when everything finally clicked into place. The night had just fallen and the stars crept up in the sky, illuminating the long path to the Residence. Although the lights were dim, one could still make out the small cats darting back and forth as they played with one another in the underbrush. The air was crisp and still with no wind, a perfect temperature to end an outrageously hot summer day. Moon-Jo awaited on the rooftop with two beers, as he usually did, watching the path below for his Jongwoo to arrive back home with his furrowed expression of displeasure and overly large backpack slung over his shoulders from an excruciatingly long day at the office. He would be lucky to convince Jongwoo up to the roof where he sat and even luckier if he could manage to get him to drink his beer. He knew Jongwoo was onto him and his...stranger tendencies, but he would receive the fruits of his labor. He always did.

The beer can was cold under his grasp, the condensation slipping from his fingertips and falling beneath him as the drops pattered onto the cracked concrete. He was starting to grow slightly warm, however, he wasn't sure if it was because of the weather or the growing anticipation he felt as he awaited the boy's arrival. His eyes didn't leave the road once.

As he looked beneath him towards the winding street, he finally saw his neighbor trudging up the path, same expression on his face Moon-Jo had expected him to be wearing. But, to his surprise, walking beside the man he'd so desperately tried his best to court 24/7 was quite possibly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life.

It shocked him-almost-his hand immediately dropping the beer he was holding as he lost his composure for the first time in many years. It was sudden, as though he'd been impaled by sword, piercing through his lungs and stopping his breath as his heart skipped a beat. He had never been so hungry, so devout for human meat. He didn't want to cannibalize you, no. But he so desperately wanted to consume you and your being which is almost the same thing...right? He knew what Jongwoo had meant to him now, it was almost so clear in the way it presented itself; Jongwoo was never meant to be the product of his manipulation. It had always had to have been you.

Your eyes looked up towards Eden, missing the strange man on the roof entirely. Moon-Jo found himself entranced by them, watching the way they shone under the stars and the soft light from the windows of the Residence. They were like Bosch's paintings of the divine, absolutely encapsulating the beauty of the gods. Your hair fell slightly past your shoulders and framed a face he could only assume belonged to heavens itself. Your body swayed with the movement of your feet as you followed your boyfriend's suit, duffel bag in hand.

Moon-Jo thought he had died and been met with the face of a deity.

On your end, the only thing you were thinking about was Jongwoo's warnings from earlier. Once he had moved to Seoul and started living in this dingy place, he had instantly been met with strange roommates whom he'd talk about often. You were worried about his dwindling sleep schedule and his overall safety, residing in a place like this on the outskirts of town. If something terrible were to happen here, you weren't even sure police would show up in this precinct. For Jongwoo's sake, however, you swallowed down your nervousness preparing to have that conversation with him later.

Collecting himself, Moon-Jo practically sprinted towards the stairs and made his way down to Mrs. Eom's desk, leaning against the dilapidated building's walls, forcing himself to contain the sparks flying through his veins. He had to keep himself together, make the most impeccable first impression and swoon you over, whoever you might be. He needed you to like him, to trust him. If he ruined his image right off the bat by voicing his true inner monologue, it would be so much harder to mold you to his image and sway you into his grasp.

"Jongwoo, are you sure this is something you want to do? We could always sleep at my place if you're as uncomfortable by this place as you say." You said, closing the heavy door behind you and setting down your duffel bag for a moment to regain your breath.

Jongwoo shrugged and picked up your things containing all your overnight clothes and whatever else you'd brought to work that day. He had just simple given you a "yeah, this is fine" before turning around to be met face-to-face with the one person he didn't want to see or have the imposition of introducing to his girlfriend at all. He had hoped he might be able to sneak you past and into his room before anyone even noticed he was there; as he usually did. He'd presumed Moon-Jo to be on the roof for his nightly drink, whenever he stayed at the residence and not in his own apartment.

Beside the wall-almost eerily so-Moon-Jo stood, ignoring Jongwoo completely. His eyes were trained on you as you gathered yourself enough to take him in, watching the man before you breathe in the very fiber of your being. He was tall and dark haired with extraordinary cheekbones. With a face card like that, you were sure he'd have had to be a model or do side-gigs of the sort. His smile was a pleasant one as it seemed inviting, but upon staring at it for a few moments, something about it felt off to you. His black button-up was loose around his collarbones and neatly tucked into his slacks. He was fairly handsome, you thought, forgetting that Jongwoo had warned you of this 'crazy neighbor' before inviting you to stay at his place to catch the train back home tomorrow.

A piercing feeling of nervousness took over your body and shocked you instantly. There was something extremely peculiar about this man and you wanted nothing to do with finding out what it was. There was something haunting about the depth of his cold, dark gaze, contrasting Jongwoo's warm and inviting one. You swore to yourself in that moment not to walk anywhere on these premises without Jongwoo for fear of running into this man alone.

However uncomfortable you may have felt, Moon-Jo was in love, if that's what you would call it. He wanted this-you, so intensely and so immediately that his entire body felt as though it were shaking with tremors. He would stop at absolutely nothing to have you, to own you. You were what he had been unknowingly waiting for his entire existence and Jongwoo had only been the key. Smiling, he shook his hand out towards yours, ignoring the complaints from your boyfriend from beside you.

"My name is Seo Moon-Jo. The pleasure is all mine."

"(Y/N)." You replied.

[lienwyn]

“Jagiya...”

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... I regret nothing.

[sunzyn]

[writeformesinpie]

Habitual Sin

Seo Moon Jo x Fem!Reader 

Lee Dong Wook x Fem!Reader 

Summary - There’s something wrong with the new priest at your church. He’s… off. No one else has noticed; he’s stunning and they all just want to be around the shiny new thing. Small towns get dull, but this priest promises to be very entertaining. 

Genre - Smut

Warnings - Unprotected sex… in a church, fingering, mentions of religion obviously, swearing, is he the devil?! Will need to go to confession after reading this fic! Beta reader needed to take breaks while reading! Read at your own risk! It’s too hot to handle! 

Word Count - 2.8k

A/N - This is a request for my impromptu 1500 follower celebration. God have mercy 🙏I know what I do, but this was too hot not to write <3 If I’m going to hell I’m taking @trashlord-007 with me (thanks for the request 😂)

There’s something up with this priest. He. Is. Off. You’re not sure how else to describe it, that feeling that makes the hair on the back of your hair stand up and triggers goosebumps on your arms, the emptiness within that lets you know something isn’t quite right.

   You’re feeling it now.

   There’s something wrong with this priest.

   He’s a priest (at least that’s how he’s presenting himself) so there shouldn’t be alarms ringing in your head, the sound clanging deep within your gut and vibrating off your ribcage as it threatens to burst out like something from a sci-fi horror film. Scrunching up your face at the thought, you shift back and forth on your heels and look out past the small group currently organising medical kits.

   It’s a beautiful day. The sun is bright, there’s minimal clouds. The temperature is perfect with a slight breeze that caresses your face. The place is packed, the turnout is amazing. Natural disasters seem to bring out the best in people.

   Everything is, for lack of a better word, perfect… yet that priest keeps catching your attention and you know, you know that something isn’t quite right.

   Placing the last thermometer into the emergency kits you’re in charge of assembling, you nod at your small group of five before moving closer to him. He’s working in the food section. It’s the largest pile and therefore the most people are in his area, though you wonder if he’s the reason for the influx of people. They’re all fawning over him. It’s pathetic, really. Don’t they see it?

   And yes, he is stunning, but hold onto your tits, ladies. Afterall he is still a priest. Even if his black shirt and black pants hug him in all the right places, and if it weren’t for that white clerical collar you would take him for any typical person here.

   But he’s a man of the cloth. Just an average priest.

   Well, not just an averagepriest. He towers over the volunteers, though that’s not the only thing catching people’s attention. It’s his wavy hair that threatens length yet doesn’t fall past his neck, and lips that defy the laws of gravity; full and plush, moving in the most peculiar ways, with teeth that peek out when he smiles. He’s beautiful but cute, a contradiction in parts, and otherworldly.

   He stands out.

   That’s what gives him away. A priest shouldn’t stand out, shouldn't bring attention to himself. They wouldn’t. After all that attention belongs to God.

   “The service was beautiful, Father.”

   Rolling your eyes, you toss a few cans into the box in front of you. The service felt off, too. The words were all correct, he knew each line but… that’s just it – they felt like lines. Something he had to say, not something he actually meant.

   “Yes, it really was! What a blessing it is to have you here. We’re so glad you came to visit us, Father Moon Jo,” one of the women drooling over the priest pipes up, her eyes flickering back and forth between his face and the food she’s packing.

   “I’m the one who’s blessed,” he says with a small smile. You’re still surprised by how soft spoken he is. You didn’t notice it at first, but his voice is deep, and there’s danger hidden beneath the allure of calm. “This really is a wonderful conjugation.”

   The women practically swoon. You scoff at their obvious infatuation, then cough to cover your slip-up when they look over. Flashing your most demure grin, you continue to pack food neatly into the cardboard box in front of you.

   Once the box is full you move to the end of the table to grab another. Your lip curls as you bend down to look for one but come up short. You search the area for a moment, hoping there’s one more box. Just one would be fine.

   “There’s some boxes in the church.” He’s behind you. From the way the ladies further down the table nonchalantly crane their necks, it seems they can’t hear him. “Follow me. I’ll show you where.”

   “Oh surely someone else would prefer…” the words drift off as you turn and come face to face with him. Well, technically face to chest. Your eyes scan the broad expanse briefly before finding his face. The look of disdain that contorts his features has you looking down to the ground, nodding your head like a schoolgirl. “Sure, let’s do that.”

   Dragging your feet you follow behind, kicking up dirt and small pebbles along the thin, paved path in a half-assed display of rebellion. That is until he glances at you with that intense, dead stare and waits for you to catch back up. When he moves again you quicken your pace to keep up with his long strides, each step taking you further away from the gossiping group now all huddled together instead of performing the tasks they’ve been assigned.

   The small church isn’t earth shattering, it won’t win any awards for its architecture, but it’s still breathtaking. Withered bricks and stained glass greet all who pass with a whisper of a broken past. The building was erected when the town was first established. The interior, however, had been damaged in a plumbing mishap a few years back. The whole place was a disaster and had to be completely stripped down to bare bones and was replaced with cheap wood pews and sleek modern white walls. Now only the exterior is holding out its original glory.

   Stepping inside you dunk two fingers into the bowl of holy water and make the sign of the cross in front of the crucifix gracing the opposite wall with a small bow before glancing around the small church for the boxes. They must be in the back. You start to walk further into the church but come to an abrupt halt when halfway down the aisle the priest turns.

   “You know, I just remembered,” he says, clicking his fingers, “I left the boxes in the confessional.”

   “The confessional?” Narrowing your eyes, you look over your shoulder towards the confession booth. It’s small, smaller than the original. Just a wooden box with tempered glass and intricate lattice inbetween to help make you comfortable as you confess your sins, keeping those inside from prying eyes as if the town and priest alike don’t know who’s on the other side. “Are you sure?”

   “Quite.” His face is still. He’s waiting for you to walk over there but there’s no way. Why would he put the boxes in there? Okay, yes, when they are not assembled it’s just flat cardboard, but still, how many could you cram in there?

   “Well,” you say, shuffling back and forth before turning on your heels. He’s a priest, what’s the worst that could happen? The confessional booth is closer to the front door anyway.

   Taking tentative steps towards the booth, you look over your shoulder just as he starts to follow, a small half-smile on his face. It’s somehow worse than if he wasn’t smiling at all, the way each muscle bends and twists as if against its own will. Swallowing hard, you continue to place one foot in front of the other until you’re in front of the booth. Reaching out, your fingers graze the smooth redwood door.

   You push it open.

   It’s empty.

   Peeking over your shoulder you’re confronted with unmoving eyes. A sharp inhale courses through your body and you step back. It has to be on the other side, you try to reason with yourself, not wanting to admit the truth. Your shoulders tremble as you shuffle over to the other door, swallowing hard as you push it open.

   Empty.

   Before you can turn around he’s behind you, caging you in with his large frame. Rhythmic beats pound from deep within your eardrums as your heart attempts to escape your chest once more. Searching the small room for anything, anything at all besides the small built-in chair, you come up empty. You’re the only weapon you have. Turning, you hold up your fists and back into the room.

   “Oh?” His smile turns into a full grin, distorting the pretty features of his face the further it spreads. “I guess they’re not here after all.”

   “What are you playing at, priest,” you spit the last word, backing up until you’re flush against the wall.

   “Hmm? It’s a simple mistake,” he says, bowing his head to walk into the tiny room.

   “It’s not in here!”

   “Are you sure? Did you check every inch of it?” He takes up the whole space with both height and presence. Even the air is magnetized by him.

   “Where?” Struggling to suck in shallow breaths, you hold out your hands in what you hope is a threatening gesture. “They’re not here.”

   “Oh?” His hands close over yours, pushing them down to your sides as he takes another step towards you. His hair falls over his eyes, making it harder to see his face in the already dim light.

   “You’re not a priest.”

   He chuckles before asking, “What am I?”

   “You’re a devil.”

   “Not the?”

   “What?”

   “Not the devil, just one of them?” He bends down, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispers, “There must be so many of us.”

   “What are you?” The whispered words wouldn’t have been heard anywhere else but the intimacy of the small room makes them audible.

   “I thought you had it all figured out.”

   “Demon.”

   He chuckles again, the sound vibrating against your skin and causing shivers down the right half of your body. His scent circles you, trying to make you bend to its intoxicating will. He smells of danger and lust, and it takes your entire being to resist. “Who’s to say?”

   “You’re vile!”

   “I’ve been called worse.”

   “What are you?” you ask again, pushing your palms firm against his chest. He doesn’t budge.

   “What if I said I’m just a priest?”

   “I’d saying you’re lying–”

   “A priest who’s concerned as to why one of God’s children is so interested in everything he does. A priest that’s noticed a particular member of the flock who’s been watching him. Keeping him close while trying to catch him doing something he shouldn’t. Trying to do only God knows what,” he says, making the sign of the cross while looking towards the ceiling.

   “You’re not a priest.”

   “Then what? Maybe I’m an actor who’s researching a role? Or a mobster who’s on the run?” He lists off the options on his fingers. “Or, no, maybe I’m part of the witness protection program. Are you trying to blow my cover?”

   Narrowing your eyes, your face scrunches as you try to read his face. Between the dull light and the monotone expression he’s providing, you don’t know what to think.

   “Or,” he continues, “maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m a devil. Maybe I’m the thing your mother warned you about when you were a child. Maybe I’m the thing in the closet, the monster under the bed, your darkest desires made flesh.”

   Desire?

   “Please let me go,” you whisper. “If you let me out of here I won’t say anything.”

   “You won’t?”

   “I promise. I’ll forget everything”

   “In His house?” When you nod his laughter fills the room and echoes off the walls. “You’re willing to allow darkness to fall on someone else. As long as it’s not you, is that it?”

   “What–”

   “You’ll forget?” His fingers dig into your scalp, tangling within your hair and snapping your head back. You jut your fists out against his chest as dread fills your body, weighing it down like cement. “What is there to forget? Have I done something to you?”

   “I… I don’t know,” you say, the words weak under your strained neck. “Please, I don’t–”

   His lips on yours stop the words forming, making you lose your train of thought in the shock of the kiss, both due to the fact that he’s a priest but also from the pleasure it elicits. Heat spreads out across your skin and the hands that had been held up in defence now circle around his back, pulling him closer. He tastes provocative, like the forbidden fruit, like power and control.

   Addictive. His scent, his taste, his face; he’s a drug, pure addiction.

   Grinding your hips against his, his cock firm under your touch, you suck on his tongue as he lifts you up by your arse. Moaning, you wrap your legs around him with wanton abandon, wanting him more than you’ve wanted anything before. Your hands pull at the tucked material of his shirt in frustration, tugging on the fabric until it yields to your will and you’re able to slip your hands under.

   He’s unbuckling his belt and you’re inspecting his chest with your fingertips, neither of you allowing a moment to pass without your lips on each other's skin. Neck, throat, ears and lips, every sensation worshipped as your tongues explore every inch within reach.

   His fingers sneak under your skirt, pulling your panties to the side so he can slip a finger inside. Currents of molten lava threaten to erupt from within as you throw your head back. His finger curls up to find that perfect spot with ease, as if he’d already found it before. His thumb circles your clit. Between the pressure of your g-spot and the bundle of nerves he’s caressing, your pussy throbs, each stroke bringing you closer to the orgasm you’ve been denying yourself for way too long.

   “This is wrong,” you mutter against his cheek as he adds another finger and nibbles on your ear.

   “Sinner.” He chuckles and between the friction of his movements and the way he taunts you with his words, you come undone in his hands, your body shuddering against his as flames course through your veins. It’s bliss.

   Is this heaven or hell? Before you can ponder the question, your muscles still spasming from your high, he removes his hand and plunges his thick cock into your dripping pussy. A guttural sob exits your lips and you tense at both the shock of your own voice and the overstimulation of your throbbing clit. Was your heartbeat always this loud? Can he feel it beating against his dick?

   “Father Moon Jo?”

   Breath hitching, you freeze. It’s one of the gossiping women from the tent. You’ve known her since you were a child but for the life of you you can’t seem to remember her name. She’s walking inside, up the aisle, looking for the man currently balls deep inside your tight cunt. This is your punishment, God is angry that you’re fucking one of His priests, or, well, someone in His church. Letting out a jagged breath, you hope she’ll give up and go away on her own.

   The priest bites into your neck and you let out a gasp. Balling up your fists still twisted up inside his shirt, you glare up at him as he continues to move inside you, long slow movements with a devious grin on his lips.

   “Ah, Father Moon Jo? Is that you?”

   She turns back, the outline of her body barely visible through the grated wood and frosted glass shielding the door. The closer she gets, the easier it is to make her out… meaning the easier it is to make you out. Breathing in a staggered inhale as tears spring to your eyes, you plead silently with the demon in front of you. His grin widens and instead he picks up the pace, thrusting inside you with a carnal hunger. You tremble under the pleasure and if he wasn’t already holding you up, your knees would surely have buckled underneath you.

   She’s only a few steps away now. Pounding your fists against his chest doesn’t help. He continues to pound into you at a frantic pace. Shaking your head back and forth, huffed pants and soft whines filling the booth, you drive your hips into his. The room is a sauna, sweat dripping down your back.

   “Ah, is someone in there?”

   “Yes! Yes!” you scream out the words as he drives into you. She says your name right as you release an animalistic growl.

   “Can you come back later?” The priest’s voice is calm, serene. “I’m in the middle of an impromptu confession.”

   “Oh? Oh! I’m so sorry! I’ll wait outside,” she says, walking quickly back the way she came, throwing a questionable look over her shoulder before she exits.

   “The face of the fallen woman is the most delicious,” he says, slamming your back against the wall. He slides his tongue along your throat and across your jaw. “You taste like starlight and broken dreams – exquisite.”

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[vvagustd]

hello! i was wondering if you could write a part 2 for your moonjo fic “admirer”, i really enjoyed reading it, especially your portrayal of the reader and how she didn’t let herself be a victim and gained the upper hand on him. would love to see how a second part will turn out and if they’ll reveal their true intentions to one another and end up together or not. and it would be interesting to read how moonjo reacts to that last part of the fic as well. perhaps, you could make the reader have a dark character just like him? only if it’s not too much trouble ofc. also i hope that you have nice day or night :)

thank you so much for the request! i'm so glad you liked the fic, i need more moonjo lovers

i apologize in advance because i struggled trying to figure out how to continue it 😭

☽ admirer pt. 2 - seo moonjo

[seo moonjo x reader]

synopsis - after y/n catches moonjo, he sees her darkside

warning! blood, slightly spicy content, moonjo

link to request

"How did you figure it out, admirer?"

Moonjo was surprised, but not as much as he was turned on. He liked this dark side, the twist on the sweet, ordinary girl he spent his days pining for.

"You learn a lot from months of watching someone." You slid off the pristine white counter and set the scalpel down. "Now, mind telling me why you were about to kill me?" The atmosphere seemed to grow thicker as Moonjo thought about his answer. The anesthetic in his hand was weighing on his conscience, the question still remained.

Why? Why was he about to kill her? Was it because she was a detriment to the Eden Residence, or a detriment to him?

"I- I don't know." Moonjo muttered.

"Do it."

His head shot up in surprise as you stood leaning against the counter.

"What?"

You stood up and walked toward him. Leaning up, you got close to his ear. "If you were heart set on killing me, do it."

"Fuck." Moonjo groaned. He smashed his lips against yours in a needy, passionate kiss. You had waited so long for this moment, the love of your life with his lips against yours. There wasn't anyone else you wanted, and there wasn't anything you wouldn't do to get it.

Your hands slid up his torso while his dipped under your shirt. You finally had what you so desperately wanted, what you both so desperately wanted.

He pulled away and leaned into your ear. “Jump, jagiya." He whispered. He kissed and bit at your neck, catching you mid jump and placing you on the countertop, your hands roamed everywhere, longing to feel him as much as you could. Your knee lightly brushed against him, making him let out a whimper as he buried his face in your neck.

"Mr. Seo?"

Moonjo quickly pulled away and adjusted his shirt before opening the door. "Is it important?" He bluntly asked before she could talk. "Patients have been waiting for a while, are you done with this client?" She moved to peek behind him as he moved to block her view. "I'm sure Ms. L/n was just leaving." Moonjo cleared his throat as you stepped out. Turning back, you waved with a smile, which he returned. The glare and attitude from his receptionist didn't go unnoticed.

---

The night had fallen and Moonjo was finally done with his shift. He desperately wanted to talk about what had happened earlier and get to know more about you.

"Hello, Moonjo!“ He whipped around at the sound of your voice, caught off guard. You ran up to him and wrapped your arms around his torso. The colorful Seoul lights illuminated him beautifully, complimenting his tired features as he gave in and rested his chin on your head

Moonjo's attention was caught by something glittering on the side of your neck in the lights. He tilted your chin.

..blood?

"Did you hurt yourself?" He asked. "Did I-? Oh! No, I didn't. It was just an accident.“ You reassured with a smile, using your sleeve to wipe it off.

"I've been meaning to tell you about what happened." Moonjo lowered his head and you knew exactly what he was talking about. You wanted to forget about it, but you also wanted to know the reason why the man you loved wanted you dead.

"The truth is, I was scared, Y/n. You scare me." That definitely wasn't the answer you were expecting. You were expecting him to say he hated you, or that you did something to offend him. But scare him?

"You make me feel things I've never felt before. You make me feel wanted and happy, you make me feel warm inside and I can't explain it. But you felt like a threat. These feelings felt like they would endanger my family and everything I've ever lived for, and the people in Eden mean so much to me. I knew it was a mistake when I brought it out because YOU mean so much to me. I couldn't lose you."

He was being so open and genuine with you, you loved this side of him. You just loved him.

"I love you so much, Moonjo." You laughed, bringing him into another kiss. ---

You were at breakfast the next morning with Moonjo, laughing and sharing food together when he got a call.

"Hello? This is Seo Moonjo.

Oh?

Oh, she did. That's a shame.

Ah, yes. Thank you, goodbye."

You looked up at him curiously. "What's wrong?"

"My boss called to tell me my receptionist just quit. They found a letter." He said, placing his phone down.

"Really? How strange."

[mywookie81]

Lee Dong Wook 🖤

[inkedobsidian]

~ niece vs uncle ~

prompt: #27 “This is girl talk, so leave.”

summary: Jin-Man getting jealous over little Ji-An because Y/N gives her full attention to Ji-An

pairing: Jeong Jin-Man x Reader

warnings: a little suggestive but its more just cute

word count: 576

a/n: (Yes the gifs Lee Yeon but its cute so) Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas

Master-List - Prompts

Jin-Man was worried when he introduced Y/N to Ji-An because he didn’t want Ji-An to feel uncomfortable but frankly he wasn’t prepared for just how much Ji-An would like his partner. At first Ji-An would not talk to Jin-Man or even be near him but she would always exist next to Y/N if she was around. By the time Ji-An actually spoke to anyone you would always hear her little voice yapping away telling Y/N whatever story she could think of.

Jin-Man didn’t mind until Ji-An started to talk to Y/N in private more. He didn’t want to seem like a clingy partner but from the moment Ji-An was home from school she would have Y/N behind a closed door telling her all the secrets she’s heard that day. It was strictly something he was not allowed to join. What a time in his life that he is jealous of a literal child, his niece no less. He just laughs to himself at the thought as he walks up the hallway towards his bedroom door.

He opened the door to find Ji-An and Y/N sat crossed legged on the bed with some quiet music in the background. Y/N was facing the door as she normally does whatever room she’s in, so the minute the door opened her face broke out into a smile. Little Ji-An moved her whole body so she could see and faced her uncle with a stern face and crossed arms.

“This is girl talk, so leave.” Ji-An huffed out with far too much authority for such a little girl. Jin-Man and Y/N both let out a small laugh at her reaction. Jin-Man just walked further into the room.

“You know Y/N is my girlfriend right? You can’t have her 24/7.” He said getting down to Ji-An’s eyeline. All she did in retaliation was stick her tongue out in the direction of her uncle. Y/N just let out another laugh and couldn’t believe that they were having a little battle over her.

“You have her while I’m in school.” Ji-An huffs again making sure to cross her arms again this time with more force to let her uncle know she was really serious. At this point Jin-Man took his index finger and placed it against Ji-An’s forehead and pushed her small frame back lightly having her fall backwards into the bed. At this point Y/N stood up to walk towards the door.

“Okay you two no more fighting I’m not going anywhere,” Y/N put her arm over Jin-Man’s shoulders and he stood up at the feel of her touch letting her lean into him slightly. She placed her arm on his lower back and started moving back towards the bedroom door leading Jin-Man out of the room. They finally made it out into the hallway and Y/N closed the door behind her masking their conversation, “She goes to bed in 2 hours, surely you won’t die waiting?”

“Y’know what this time I might.” Jin-Man decided to be as serious as he could be but the smile on her face nearly broke the whole joke facade.

“Well that’s unfortunate if you die, I’m all alone at night…” She let her sentence trail off as she let her hand fall down from his shoulders to his hands slowly, leaving him covered in goosebumps as the door in front of him closed once again leaving the girls alone. 2 hours couldnt be so hard, could it?

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[seawitch62]

Story contains a marionette and a Marionettist.

Genre yandere

Word count 636

      The Marionettist.

       ◇The puppet masters only concern is how well they can manipulate their marionettes.

Steven Redhead, Life Is a Dance◇

Marionettes and puppets have always fascinated him. Pinocchio and Geppetto I mean the most logical beginning for such a fascination or some may say fetish. Punch and Judy the implied violence always a turn on, but violence for violence sake the fascination waned. Puppets and marionettes are a lifelong obsession. The absolute control, pulling the strings in more ways than one. What's not to love?

In the solitude of his home, he creates. Creation is given to the Gods. He himself is a God of creation. Years of dedication to his hobby, his craft, he is now a Master. It  started with his wooden creations, the sense of power, was and is an aphrodisiac to him. Recalling his best performances, the things those marionettes got up to! Soon it was not enough he needed more stimulation. Then the idea took root, once planted it grew till it was and could not be ignored or forgotten. 

"The bitch" as he referenced her, the one who dared to break things off with me! "Too intense! Odd! Weird! Cold hearted bitch" he growls."

"Bet she would love tonight's performance" he smirks.

Marionettes who look remarkably like "the bitch" and Lee Dong Wook, his self portrait in wooden form.

Jubilant about the night's show, but still that empty hollow feeling persists.

"It's not enough" he roars.

Discontent soars through his body, the hunger gnawing at him like a rat on cheese.

The idea, could he? Well he could of course! Should he? Why the hell not! The bitch deserves it!.

Once his mind is set, no stopping his stubborn train of thought. 

He sets his plan in motion.

♧

Watching as she sleeps peacefully unaware of her fate. 

Head on her chest, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat exhilarates him, the anticipation amplifies with each beat. The stage and props are set he tells himself just waiting for the star of tonight's big event to awake from her slumber. Should he kiss and waken his sleeping beauty is her Prince after all!

Kissing his sleeping beauty, he always loved her soft lips. 

Sitting on the edge of the sofa, he waits, not patiently, but he waits.

Soon very soon my love he tells himself. 

♤

The unfortunate female begins to stir, with heavy eyes her vision is like looking through a foggy window. Her body at first feels lethargic, looking around her focus is blurred, gradually forms take shape. 

Nothing in this room is recognizable! 

Lifting her head, finally managing to sit up right, where am I? 

Hearing footsteps behind her, she turns and locks eyes with her captor.

She tries to let out a scream, but a hand blocks the sound.

"You are awake my love" he whispers in her ear. 

Lee Dong Wook plays with his prize like a cat with a mouse.

One hand across her mouth, the other twirling her hair.

"Scream all you want my love. The room is soundproof" he tells her mockingly.

"Only I can hear your screams. Scream for me baby!" 

"What is.." she  is cut off mid sentence.

"You and I are going to play," he informs her in a seductive tone.

He continues "if you do not play with me" he pauses then resumes ``well…let's say it's not a happy ending".

Standing in front of a six foot mirror, dressed up as a marionette  with makeup to match. Ropes attached to her wrists and ankles.

The Marionettist starts tonight's entertainment.

His words ringing through her mind, "just remember my love I can play this game with you breathing or not".

She feels the rope tugging on her wrist as she lifts her arm, tears cascading silently down her cheeks.

[hobisfavoritespritecan]

Heyo Panko Shrimps!

I have a Moon-Jo fanfic cooking up in the drafts but besides from that, should I post a part two for my Hannibal fic Macabre ?

💛🦐

[kmultismut]

Dinner date with Lee Dongwook

You came home after your dinner date with Lee Dongwook. You sat on a couch and he laid on top of you, pushing you down on your back. You giggled and he kissed you on the lips. His hand started traveling over your body, squeezing the soft flesh. You moaned into the kiss as he put his hand between your bodies and circled your clit with his fingers. You helped him slip your dress off and he pushed your thongs aside. He pushed in two of his fingers, slowly sliding them in and out. Once his fingers were dripping with your arousal he pushed his dress pants down and slid his c*ck over your p*ssy. He pushed himself in and you wrapped your legs around his torso. You relaxed your body and enjoyed his member going in and out of you. His hand soon started circling your clit again. He places kisses on your neck as you arched your back. "Baby, baby!", you moaned as you came around him. He slowed down his thrusts to a stop and let you enjoy the feeling of being full while calming down. "That was so good, baby.", you mumbled out of your breath and kissed him. "I know, baby.", he answered while smirking. You slapped his biceps and you both laughed. He lifted your legs over his shoulder and slowly continued thrusting into you. "Oh, God!", you moaned at the new position. He sped up his rhythm and soon pulled out to cum on your thighs and tummy. He laid on top of you for a minute as he came down from his high. Without warning he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom. He filled up the bathtub and let you get in first. He sat behind you and pulled you to lay on him. He placed kisses on your neck, cheek and hair here and there as he talked to you about funny moments that happened today on the set.

[weewitch004]

ideas for Tale of the Nine Tailed Fanfic

here are some ideas for the Tale of the Nine-Tailed fanfic. Feel free to write any of them. If you do, please do not write Yeon and Rang as having romantic relationship (I beg this of you truly) and let me know in the comments! Otherwise I’d also be happy to just hear what y’all think about these ideas and what you think would happen in them even if you don’t want to write a full blown fanfic!

A few of these will be relevant to 1938 so beware. I’ll try not to give too many specific and obvious spoilers.

If you do write any of these, thanks a million. Truly, everything I try to write ends up an odd combination of depressing and terrible no matter what I do so it’s appreciated. Also please let me know in the comments.

Prompt 1

A modern no powers au where Yeon and Rang are still brothers with absentee parents (because we literally never meet their father does he even care about them at all. For the purposes of the fanfic, they can still be hella wealthy but their dad/parents are just never there) and Yeon still pretty much raises Rang (after his father brings him home as a child because his mother was still exactly like she was in the show). I imagine Yeon still being best friends with Moo Young and Hong Joo and them all viewing Rang as their little brother to a degree. This can go a lot of ways, but I’d just love moments of Yeon being protective of Rang.

Prompt 2

This is in the same au as prompt one, but it’s more specific to a moment that could take place in that universe. It doesn’t matter whether it takes place when they’re all in high school or college or just Yeon, Hong Joo, and Moo Young are in college while Rang is in high school, but that’s the idea for when it takes place. Just imagine Yeo Hee and Rang being friends but Yeo Hee obviously has feelings for Rang and Rang is very oblivious and takes everything she’s says to try and flirt very literally (and therefore not getting it) and Yeon and them seeing them interact and finding it adorable and hilarious. But also helping him realize how she feels and leading him to reciprocate her feelings.

Prompt 3

Yeon and Rang meet their father (could be after 1938 and in 1938). Yeon’s protective and annoyed/angry and Rang doesn’t know how to feel (Yeon might not completely know either)

Prompt 4

Post-1938 and in 1938, Yeon and Rang work out their issues (again) and rebuild their relationship

Prompt 5 *1938 spoiler but very nonspecific*

In 1938 ep 12, Yeon’s thoughts as he read that letter and his thoughts throughout the episode as he joins the rest of the characters and interacts with them

Prompt 6

*sorry there are obvious spoilers, but they’re really not important details*

In 1938, we learn that Rang has perfect pitch/is a musical genius (ep 6). It could also just be about him being a genius in general. Just a fic and Yeon and/or others learning that and being impressed/reacting.

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