#lee dong wook imagine

[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.

[sunzyn]

[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”

[parkbutterfly]

[yootaesowlwrites]

I Tried Not To - Lee Dongwook

A50— “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”

Warnings: Humour, angst, fluff ending.

W/C: 1.4K

Your heart flutters as you watch Dongwook laugh with his friends, his eyes crinkling, letting you know how much he was enjoying himself, you were admiring him from afar as you usually do, you never had the courage to go up to him and talk to him, only greeting him and then saying a farewell to him, you were too nervous to do anything, your mutual friend, Lee Jinki, knew about your liking for his friend, and always made sure to invite you to any gatherings, hoping that you would talk to him instead of isolating yourself into a corner, like you were currently doing.

“You know… he asked why you’re always sitting alone and watching,” Jinki says as he sits down next to you on the step, you were outside enjoying a barbecue with everyone. “I wasn’t sure what to tell him, because you’re always so social with me, but then…”

“My mind malfunctions… when I see him,” You slowly say, turning your head away from Dongwook to look at Jinki. “I’m going to start declining these invites, that way you can also enjoy yourself,” He shakes his head ‘no’.

“No, absolutely not, I’ll personally come and pick you up if you decline,” He says. “It wouldn’t feel right to do anything like this if you weren’t present,” You take in a deep breath, moving to pick up the glass you had resting near your feet.

“What did you end up telling him?” You ask. “When he asked…” He looks away from you and at Dongwook, seeing him approach you both, he decides not to say anything.

“I wasn’t sure what to say, so I changed the subject,” He says, you look up and almost drop your glass as you saw Dongwook approaching you, Jinki watches your eyes widen and swallow. “Will you be running away?”

“I…” You mutter, you look down and put your glass back down near your feet, your hand stayed on it, ready to dash if you felt like it.

“He’s going to start thinking you hate him, instead of liking him,” Jinki says, you feel your heart squeeze, and you look at Jinki.

“Well… it’s not like I have a chance with him,” You say, Dongwook stops in front of you both, a smile on his lips as he smiles at you both.

“A chance with who?” He asks, you slowly lift your head to look at him and smile a sheepish smile. “Is there someone that you have a chance with?” You quickly shake your head, ‘no’.

“No, no, haha,” You nervously laugh. “No… I don’t have a chance with anyone,” You grip your glass tighter, Dongwook slowly nods his head, his brows knotting together as he looks at you. “Jinki, you should spend time with your friend, I think I’m going to head home,” You move to stand only for Jinki to grab your wrist and stop you.

“We haven’t even served dinner yet,” He says, you refused to look at any of them. “What are you going to eat?” You try to get your wrist from his grip. “Y/n… stay.”

“Yes, stay, please,” Dongwook says, he sits down on the other side of you. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you, actually,” You nervously swallow, moving your glass closer to your foot. “I know everyone here, except for you, I only know your name and then as the person that keeps avoiding me or disappearing from my sight,” He was making it sound like he was joking, but you could hear it in his tone, he wanted to know more.

“He’s not even here for me, he’s here for you,” Jinki says. “I’m going to go check on the food,” He stands from the spot next to you, releasing your wrist and leaving you alone with the person that assumed you hate him, meanwhile, you were just trying to get over the crush you had for him.

“Y/n, right?” He asks, you slowly nod your head and lift your glass. “Are you planning to escape right now?” You softly chuckle.

“No, no… I uh… no,” You mutter, bringing the glass to your lips and taking a sip from your drink, he nods his head and watches as you put the glass down on the other side of you.

“Do you hate me?” He asks, you swallow, he wasn’t going to sugarcoat it, but with the amount of times you’ve now avoided him, you would have assumed the same if the roles were reversed. “Or have I done something that rubbed you the wrong way?”

“Quite the opposite,” You mumble, you look at the ground, bringing your hands together in front of you, you take hold of your hands, squeezing them, a way to reassure yourself, but it wasn’t doing much. “You didn’t do anything… wrong, or something I disliked…” You trail off, the wind softly blows, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. “Our first meeting was pleasant, you left a really good impression on me…” You hear him shift before seeing his hands come into your view.

“If I didn’t upset you… or didn’t leave a bad impression on you, then what is it?” He asks. “I feel like you keep trying to avoid me, disappearing when I want to approach you, I want to know… I don’t want there to be tension between anyone here, otherwise, it’s not going to be fun for anyone…” You take in a deep breath, moving your gaze away from your hands and his that were clasped in front of him and in your view.

“You know… I tried… I tried my best not to feel anything for you,” You mutter, avoiding looking at him. “Guess what?” Your voice was starting to waver, right when you didn’t need it to. “I failed,” You could feel tears brimming in your eyes. “So I’ve been avoiding you, hoping I could get rid of those feelings, because if we’re going, to be honest here… I don't stand a chance,” You move a hand to the top of your head. “So… there’s that, now it’s out in the open,” He hadn’t said anything, only stared at you, waiting for you to finish. “Anyway, let Jinki know I’m getting takeaway for dinner,” You stand from your spot, his arm shots out, and he grabs your hand, stopping you from moving any further away from him. “Dongwook… please, let go.”

“No,” He mutters, he lifts his head to look at you, and you slowly turn towards him, your body now facing him, some of his hair blew over his face with the wind. “You haven’t given me a chance to get to know you, who are you to say that you wouldn’t have a chance with me?”  You swallow. “You’re currently assuming that we wouldn’t work out, but we haven’t even gone on a date first, which we should, it’ll be the perfect opportunity to get to know each other,” He stands from his spot, not letting go of your hand, afraid you would run for it if he did. “How about tomorrow night, but you need to promise not to leave right now, you can’t leave me on my birthday, that wouldn’t leave a good impression on me.”

“It’s your birthday?” You ask, he nods his head, a smile forming on his lips, his hair falling over his eyes. “Jinki didn’t say anything…” You trail off, quickly looking over your shoulder, looking for him. “JINKI!” Dongwook chuckles and moves his other hand to the side of your face, turning your head back to him. “I didn’t bring a gift… I’m so sorry,” Your heart rate was picking up as you felt his fingers on your cheek.

“No need to be sorry, if you stay until the end, I’ll take it as a gift,” He says. “And we can both go torment Jinki for leaving out that piece of detail.”

“Damn right, we are,” You mutter. “JINKI!” You turn around, Dongwook’s hand falling from your cheek, his hand holding yours, pulling you back to him.

“But later, we’ll torment him later,” He says. “We’ll come up with a plan together,” You nod your head, moving to sit down on the steps again, Dongwook sits down next to you, the night slowly progressing as you both spoke, getting to know each other, and also coming up with a plan to get back at Jinki for not letting you know that the barbecue was a birthday party also.

[lyskooluv]

Credits to : @clo6ver_ on tiktok

Bro he's actually majestic it's unbelievable. He's soooouuurrr fine

[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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Hey I love your writing.

Can I request a Ryu Su Yeol x reader (gf/bf)

Where the reader has powers like Supergirl and one day the reader and Ryu are on a mission together. The reader notices some bad guys advancing who want hurt him and has an idea before sneaking away without him noticing. Ryu notices that the reader is no longer beside him and gets worried until the reader says “Hi boys, you missed me” causing him to look to see the reader floating in the air with her suit on. Then reader lands beside him and helps him fight until one of the guys they’re fighting with uses something that contains the readers weakness (green kryptonite) and hurts the reader. Ryu notices that the reader starts swaying on their spot and starts to run over to the reader before she falls but he catches her but she passes out in his arms.

Thank you so much, love your writing!! 😘😘

(P.S I hope it’s not confusing for u)

Ryu su-yeol x gf! Reader

Mentions: reader has powers like supergirl

As Ryu and you embarked on the mission, the air crackled with tension. Y/n gifted with Supergirl-like powers, scanned the surroundings with a vigilant eye. Suddenly, a group of menacing figures emerged, their intentions clear. Without alerting Ryu, you discreetly slipped away, concocting a plan to surprise their adversaries.

As Ryu faced the oncoming threat, he sensed the absence you by his side. A knot of worry tightened in his stomach until a bold voice echoed, "Hi boys, you missed me." Ryu turned to witness you floating in the air, adorned in a dazzling suit that glistened with power. A grin played on your lips descended gracefully to stand beside Ryu, ready to face the impending danger.

United, Ryu and y/n fought valiantly against the assailants. However, the tide turned when one of the foes cunningly revealed a container of green kryptonite. You are, vulnerable to its effects, began to weaken. Ryu's heart raced as he witnessed the swaying figure of y/n.

Ignoring the chaos around him, Ryu sprinted toward you, concern etched across his face. Just as the y/n started to fall, Ryu caught you in his arms, cradling your weak form. Panic surged through him as you passed out, your strength drained by the treacherous substance.

In that perilous moment, Ryu's protective instincts kicked in, and he vowed to confront the mysterious adversary who exploited y/n's weakness

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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.

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~ 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

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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?

[sweetbabybaekhyun]

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Only His // Lee Rang // Pt2

Lee Rang x Siren!oc

Warnings!: this will be exactly written as the kdramas first season after 3 parts, so there will be mentions of; gore, death, murder, suicide, and torture.

Word count: 930

Her body fell to the floor, gasping and coughing for air as a hand held her reddened neck.

She stared up at the guy who tried to kill her just now, but the look in his eyes was weird. Did he feel sorry?

Miyeong was confused, but more importantly concerned.

Was he going to kill her? He did almost choke her to death... But why did he let go?

The girl scrambled back as her back hit his closet, she couldn't take her eyes off of him, she was terrified he would do something to her if she turned away.

"You—" he scratched his nose and rested his hands on his hips. "How the hell are you alive?"

What the hell is wrong with this guy? Was he being serious?

Miyeong shook her head, she couldn't understand what he meant.

The man knelt to face her, blankly staring at her face. He was getting closer to her, she could see the frame of his face getting bigger.

And once he stopped, his eyes closed slowly. Her breathing was back to normal, but if anyone stared into her eyes they would know that they held fear and pain. But not him.

When he opened his eyes her own eyes widened. It couldn't be possible, does his kind really exist?

He raises his arm, her eyes widened as she tries to move away. He wasn't going to hurt her, but his hand harshly grabbed her arm, keeping her steady.

"If you move I'll slit your throat." his voice was hushed, barely above a whisper. But she heard him, loud and clear.

Something about him pulled her closer, causing her to keep her focus on him.

But his eyes... They weren't normal.

One of his eyes looked completely fine, while the other one looked like a feline's, golden and bright.

Then he did something, causing his eye to glow, "Who are you?" his stern voice was ringing through her ears, and then her eyes started burning.

Miyeong shrieked in pain as she pushed him off of her and covered her eyes with her hands, the pain was unbearable to her, like someone was burning her eyes with a chemical fire.

He was so confused, didn't know how to act.

'What the hell was wrong with her? Did she get possessed by a spirit?'

His eyes widened at the next thought, 'Did Yeon send her here to trick me?'

"It burns! Make it stop! Please!!" He had his doubts, but his brother would never harm a human. He instinctively held her firmly again. "Look at me! If you want the pain to go away then look at me!" his voice was getting louder, but it was the only way for her to focus on him.

The girl whimpered and slowly put her hands down, her eyes were still shut tight as the pain was still present, Miyeong started to shake her head slowly, she was afraid if she opened her eyes the pain would get much worse.

And eventually, she did, slowly opening her eyes and taking deep breaths while her hands trembled to find something to hold on to, and when her shaky hands met a cold, metal object, she gripped it tightly.

Her irises rose slowly to meet his, and once she saw his feline eye, her heart leaped, and her blood pressure was getting dangerously low.

"You are fine. Nothing is hurting. And you don't remember anything before this moment." There was something wrong with her, specifically with her eyes.

They were glowing, just like his. But the color of her eyes was completely different, they were purple.

Once they were shut again, he let go of her, her state was heartbreaking, but he didn't feel any remorse towards her.

At that moment, Miyeong's cries had died down, and the burning pain in her eyes magically faded away.

She wanted to look at him, but the sudden memory of everything that has happened was gone, she forgot the pain she was experiencing, forgot his glowing feline eye.

"Who the fuck are you... And where the hell am I?" she sounded very believable, she even believes her own words.

It's not like she has tried to rob him a few moments ago, or the fact that he almost choked her to death.

The male decided that silent treatment would be best, as the strange woman before him is very confused at the moment.

Miyeong reached her has and wiped under her eyes, as her eyelashes felt damp for some odd reason, was she crying?

Carefully, she stood up and hid her hands behind her back, fiddling her fingers, something felt wrong, and she couldn't put her finger on it.

"I don't remember if I did anything bad, but I'm sorry if I broke something." slowly nodding, the brunette started making her way carefully outside the room and towards the front door.

He sighed, he hasn't looked at her properly before trying to 'calm' her down and erase her memory. He wasn't able to look at her as she made her way through and out of his home.

And had had no idea why.

Rang felt something strange when he was around her like something was pulling him in, her company almost seems familiar.

It's like he has met her before. Even though he recalls no memory of such a thing, if he met her during his years of life and living then he would've known.

Did someone take his memories away? Or was had mistaken for thinking such a thing would happen? He had recalled seeing her dying figure somewhere in his memories, which is why he was puzzled about how she survived, and why he doesn't remember any other thing about her.

But his memory of the past blocks everything else about her, her name, her personality, and her voice.

[lldw]

[240412] Update

Lee Dongwook was spotted at DAY6’s concert!

(x, x, x)

Will add with pictures if there are any later!

[marvelandwweprincess]

Ok I've seen a little of Bad and Crazy after finding a funny moments compilation while streaming YouTube and reignited my love for kdrama again but haven't found moment to watch all episodes i downloaded on Netflix because I know I'm gonna be glued to my screen for days but my favorite character is obviously K but have read already and fanfiction or imagines involving fem reader. (Which is almost none the rest is Ryu x K) I'd love to read more xfem! reader especially with K. I'm actually surprised I haven't seen any with K, he's so sweet, funny and drinks extra respect women juice. I might be able to write one but my writing skills are rusty since I didn't take criticism well from a former friend of mine and wish to continue writing fanfiction. Can somebody who loves kdrama and writes imagines write more imagines from this drama please? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺