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ahsxual · 6 months

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Hi! Your writing is wonderful, and I wanted to wish you the best of luck on your exams in advance 🥰 could you imagine the stoic Sang-woo proposing to his girlfriend? Idk the idea of him being in a relationship and coming to terms with his emotions fascinates me. Thanks!

Sweet Proposal

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,2k

A/N: Awww thank you, dear anon! I truly appreciate your kind words, it means the world to me 🥺💓 I have to say that I agree with you and I absolutely loved your idea for this request! I hope you enjoy my writing and I wish you the best <33 I wrote this request a long time ago and never posted it idk why, but here goes (my apologies🥺)

You and Sang-woo have been dating a few years now: you met him through his mother, the woman who you visited everytime you passed by her store and who you always bought something fresh to eat. Her products were of great quality, besides the fact that she was the kindest woman you have ever met in your entire life. She treated you like her own daughter/son, and since you lived by yourself in south korea, you really appreciated having someone who you could count on. Whenever you had a bad day, you would tell her and she would help you by giving you the best advices from her life experience, so your relationship was pretty close. Until one day, her son visited her, and that's when you met the love of your life.

"Good morning, miss Cho!" you greeted your second mother as you liked to call her, only for her to turn to you with the biggest smile and bright eyes on her face, as always. However, this time she had company.

"Oh, my sweet Y/N! Come here sweetie, please let me introduce you my wonderful son, Cho Sang-woo!" she seemed so excited, in contrast to her son who seemed pretty serious and uncomfortable with the all situation.

"Hey." he simply said with a low, yet neutral tone, making you realize that he was quite the opposite from his mother: she shined even in the darkest days, while he somehow brings darkness wherever he goes to. But the fact that he had such a hard personality to deal with and understand, instead of pushing you away, only made you even more curious about that mysterious man. Besides the fact that he is incredibly handsome, but that's another story.

"Hey there! I'm L/N Y/N, nice to meet you." you put your hand in front of him so you wouldn't be just standing there looking awkwardly at each other. He looked at it for a second, before taking it and shaking it gently, like he was afraid to break your way smaller hand.

"I'm so happy you finally met my son! I'm sure you two will get along just perfectly!" her joy was contagious, yet her own son didn't seem to let his mother's charm get him. You heard her talking about her amazing son so many times, saying how he was a kind man, and extremely intelligent and responsible. Yet, here he is, looking like his life was a complete chaos.

"Yeah, I'm sure we will." you answered shyly, only for him to look at you with a surprised expression. You simply smiled at him, making him blush slightly at your cuteness.

Now you are in the bed with your soulmate by your side, watching him sleep peacefully: who would have known you two would get here? Together?? You didn't know the right answer for that as well, but the truth is that life can really surprise you.

You were Sang-woo’s first love: the only person who stood with him no matter how many problems he had, both professionally and psychologically. You would never give up on him, and that's what made him realize you were the love of his life, the soulmate he was unconsciously looking for so desperately. No one would ever guessed, but one of Sang-woo’s main goals in his life is creating a family who loved and supported him until the end, to feel the happiness and comfort of waking up every day next to his significant other. However, before meeting you, his problem was that he never had the patience or motivation to find love or to continue to please his possible partner until they fell for him. No, he wanted to focus on his professional career first, the rest just being mere details. What made him fall for you, was your dedication to be with him and build a promising life by his side, supporting him and helping him whenever he needed: you were also the first and only person who he told about his fears, insecurities and feelings about certain topics, but only after a few, long months of building trust and courage. And you did the same: you considered him your best friend, because he always helped you with the most racional advices, which were the best in your opinion.

After a few minutes of analyzing lovingly every feature that you knew so well of your loved one, you noticed him moving slightly and groaning from waking up from his precious sleep.

"Good morning, tough guy." you joked, only to receive a confused expression from him just before he rolled his reddish eyes and laugh at the nickname.

"Good morning, babe." his voice was so deep that it made you have inappropriate thoughts, however you knew he was too tired for it right now. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I actually did. As for you, I think I don't even have to ask." you laughed at his still sleepy state, before putting your legs over him and hug his long torso. He pulled you closer, closing the space that separated your hungry lips before kissing you slowly, yet with the perfect amount of passion and love.

"Yeah, I really needed to rest my mind and body from yesterday." you shyly laughed at him before hitting his arm when he reminded you from your passionate love session from the night before.

"You silly!" the moment you called him that, he rolled you over so he could be on top.

"Call me that again and see what happens." he warned you with a serious face, yet you knew him better. He was obviously messing with you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't like his demanding behavior.

"Can you join me in the shower, babe? Please?" you decided to change the subject, giving him the pleading look that you knew he couldn't resist.

"Yeah, sure." he smiled before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. "Just wait for me, I'll be right back."

"Ok, I'll wait for you." you gave him a last peck on his lips, before making your way to the bathroom, unconscious of what was coming for you.

That day your boyfriend invited you to dinner at a fancy restaurant, so you thought it would be a simple date like the many you've had before. But this time, he had promising plans for you and your future together, something you weren't expecting to happen so soon. It was already 7:30 pm, so he called you to hurry so you could be on time at the restaurant.

"I'm coming!" you warned your handsome boyfriend, before you appeared in front of him dressing your favorite date outfit that he bought you a few days ago.

"You look gorgeous, sweetheart." his eyes were full of love, admiration and pride for you, making your heart melt with happiness. You felt so loved at that moment... you still couldn't believe you were dating that man.

"Thank you, love. Let's go." you thanked him, before leaving your house and walk to get into his expensive black car.

You and Sang-woo arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes earlier, so you took your time to sit at your reserved table. The restaurant was outstanding: everyone was dressed nicely and the environment was peaceful and romantic; it was an expensive and well known restaurant from your city, which made you feel important. You also felt really happy to know that your boyfriend took you on a date at a very welcoming and beautiful place: it meant that he really loved you and makes a real effort to build up your relationship by changing your routine from time to time, which was healthy for both of you.

A few hours passed and you talked about everything and anything: your plans for your future together, funny stories that happened in your childhood that you didn't know about, how work was going and who are the people you like or dislike... it was a really nice, yet nostalgic and interesting conversation. After that, he insisted to pay your dinner. You felt bad, so he promised next time you could pay, which you knew he was lying.

When you left the restaurant, hand in hand, he told you that his plans for that night weren't done yet.

"I need you to do something for me, honey." your future husband said as soon as you entered the car. You looked at him suspiciously, waiting for whatever was coming. "Close your eyes." he simply said.

"What? Why would you-"

"Just trust me, ok? It's not like I'll kidnap you or something." he made sure to use his sarcasm to relax you a little bit, indirectly telling you that he wasn't going to do anything bad.

"I wouldn't mind if you did so." your sassy comment made him laugh quietly, before you closed your eyes and heard his car running.

Minutes passed and you were starting to get bored with having your eyes closed for so long. At least his strong grip on your inner thigh kept you entertained during the car trip. Suddenly, you felt the car stop slowly, and that's when you realized you had finally arrived at your destination. You were about to open your eyes, when you felt a smack on your thigh.

"Ah! I didn't say you could open your eyes already, did I?" his demanding tone made you internally scream and blush hard, but you needed to remain calm to not lead things to another way, since you didn't want to ruin the plans he made for you.

He helped you getting out of the car, before putting his hand on your waist to guide you to the place where he would make the big proposal.

"Open your eyes, love." he whispered into your ear. The moment you opened your eyes, tears instantly made their way to your warm cheeks: you could watch and admire each star on the sky, shining in your direction; it was full moon night, which made you think that Sang-woo chose this specific night for that reason; in front of you, you could also see and hear the calm and relaxing dark-blue sea moving at a slow and therapeutical pace. It was the most romantic moment you ever had and even imagined. You were too focus on the ocean and the brilliant stars above you, that you didn't even notice what was written on the sand: "Will you marry me, Y/N?" was written in huge and well marked letters. This made your heart beat at an incredibly fast pace and your vision to go blurry due to the emotional warm tears that wanted to escape from your eyes.

"Baby, what's all of thi-" when you turned around in hope that the man of your life would explain what was happening at that moment, even tho you knew already, you saw him kneeling instead, looking at you nervously with a small black box on his hands which contained a shining ring inside.

"L/n Y/n, I know I'm not the best lover sometimes due to my emotionless personality, however you liberate a more loving, caring and passionate side of me that I never knew I could have until I met you. I never thought I could be so in love with someone... and to be honest, I didn't even know what was love before I kissed you for the first time. I'm sorry for all the times I made you upset, but I promise I'll be a better person for you. So... will you marry me, my love?" you never saw your boyfriend being so open with his feelings, not even towards you, so you knew this was extremely hard for him and that all what he was saying was the pure truth. Also for the first time you noticed Sang-woo cry in front of you, even though he remained with a neutral facial expression.

Deep inside, you knew he feels a lot, he just used this "mask" to hide his vulnerability and pretend he is emotionless. But with you, he doesn't feel the need to pretend to be strong all the time. And that's when he realized it was you who he was going to marry and spend the rest of his life with.

You couldn't help but cry in front of him, his action caughting you by surprise, in a good sense.

"Of course my love, of course I will marry you!! There is nothing I desire more than to have you as my husband." he smiled until his cheeks started to get sore: this moment was unique and special for both of you. You always made him forget any pain he might feel. He quickly stood up and picked up into his arms, spinning you over and over again until you both felt almost dizzy.

That night was unforgettable for both of you, and now that you had a wedding ring on your finger, you couldn't think about anything else than stepping onto the altar and marry the man of your dreams.

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anesthesia-beta · 5 months

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I know I shouldn’t! Every single Deity knows I shouldn’t, but I’m going back down that rabbit hole of obsessing with Killing Stalking. Yes I have read it, and as messed up it is I love the characters. The masculinity side of me wants to protect Yoonbum, and the femininity side wants Sangwoo to use me like a common wh—; I think it’s mostly their body stature. In all honesty part of me is use to taking away some pain and making it as my own, and showing affection when I truly care for someone, and that’s what I feel with Yoonbum; even with his awkwardness. Now Sangwoo; I feel the same way I feel about him with most horror slashers. He will kill someone for me if they messed with me, and that attitude gets me every time. Especially with his upbringing, the same with most horror icons, he was just misunderstood and abused like most. So in honor of my messed up obsession, and like my third best version of this, here’s my OC in Killing Stalking; which is basically me.

#killing stalking #yoon bum #ametuer artist #ditigal art #artists on tumblr #black oc #oc tag #black reader #oh sangwoo #killing me softly #yoonbum x reader #sangwoo x reader #sangwoo x yoonbum #sangwoo x y/n #Yoonbum x y/n

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eydi-andrius · 7 months

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Fever Dream Masterlist (Yoon Bum x Reader)

Summary: You were used to having vivid dreams, whether they were good dreams or nightmares. Despite them being too real at times, you know they were just dreams. You can even easily command your brain to wake up in the middle of it if you want to.

But for days, something seems to be amiss. You never experienced this before, however, you keep on seeing the same person. His black hair, doe eyes and scrawny body, injured and moaning in pain. He was chained to a poll, hidden under the house, on the dark and moist basement.

You shouldn't have done it, you know better. The nagging voice within your brain was loud, telling you not to interfere nor interact. However, you cannot just let go without checking on him. So as quietly as you can, you moved towards him, crouching down to inspect what happened to his legs, when suddenly.........he grabbed your arm.

🆙 Warnings: This is a DARK STORY that will follow the same story line of Killing Stalking, although, it may change some or remove some parts to fit on the story, you understand that by reading this you will be exposed to the same warnings the original story have.

↪️ Incredibly Explicit, Sexual, Represents lots of Emotional, Mental, and Physical Abuse, Manipulation, Graphic Scenes of Torture, Asphyxiation, Non-con/Dub-con, Self-harm, Implied BPD and more!!!

YES THIS STORY IS R-18+

(Please do the needful and check the original material first)

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#yoonbum x y/n #yoonbumxreader #yoonbum x reader #yoonbum #yoonbum imagines #koogi #killing stalking #oh sangwoo #yang seungbae

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angelplummie · 1 year

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OKAY FIRST OF ALL HEY BABY IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH

And yesssss I see the update where you’re writing for killing stalking!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 literally going to die I’m so happy

BUT OKAY, a chubby reader (yk your girl thicc 🤪) yandere/toxic relationship/SMUTTT with Sangwoo where he cheats on Y/n all the time but she’s cocky because he always comes back to them. Then one day Sangwoo gets upset by Y/n’s cockiness and he teaches her a lesson…..

I LOVE YOU BABE AND MUAHHH I MISSED YOU

LOSING YOU

OH SANGWOON X FEM!CHUBBY!READER

cw: degrading, dubcon, implied kidnapping, references to murder, infidelity, he’s just super mean and weird, jealousy, threats of murder

a/n: this one is so fucking late and i’m sorry but i did it! this is going to flop because i never post and it’s a weird one so reblog please i love you

“Y/N? You awake?”

Of course you are, you always wait for him.

“Yes. You’re back late.”

Your voice was quiet with fatigue, but he could hear you alright as he removed his clothes and dropped them beside the bed. You had your back to him, but you could hear the soft thud of his jeans coming down to the hardwood floor, you could hear his shirt land on the edge of the bed. The house was eerily quiet when he wasn’t there, you didn’t like when he was gone. He always came back though. Always.

“Yeah, I was talking to this girl, Jieun. She goes to the same university as me.”

He lifted the covers and slotted himself behind you, your ass tucked right into his crotch, and he slung his big arm across your chest. You could smell him, he reeked of alcohol and girl. You’re sure if you turned around you would see his neck littered in hickeys, the top of his shoulders covered in nail marks. It was the same every time he went out, but what did that matter?

Those girls may think they’ve done it, gotten sangwoo to ’open up’, show them the ‘real him’, but they’re wrong. They’re all wrong. Only you know sangwoo, the real him. He probably tells all those girls about some version of his tragic past, his abusive father, his suicidal mother, and they think they know all there is to know about him. Until the next day and there’s parts of them rotting in sangwoo’s trunk.

You know everything. And you love him anyway. You are the only one for him, and you know it. He always comes back. You know he belongs to you. With you. He needs you like air, every day he comes home and fucks you like an animal, holds you tight, kisses you, he’s even soft with you, real sappy and disgusting. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he likes you a lot, he just... has a short attention span. You’re all he thinks of when he gets home, and it’s not like he really thinks about the other girls. You know it means less than nothing to him with them, and that’s all that matters. And when they’re dead afterwards, there no competition of who he likes more. You were never a jealous type anyway.

“I had sex with her in the men’s bathroom. From behind, against the wall. Then up against the mirror.”

Well, that was new.

“Oh?” you said, ”Did you have fun?”

He never told you the details of his flings, he just didn’t try to hide them, so this was strange. Maybe it was a close call with the authorities and he’s anxious about it.

You feel an curt exhale on your back.

“Of course I had fun. She’s not dead if that’s what you’re thinking. We just fucked.”

Why was sangwoo being so strange?

“Ok,” you turned around to face him, still in his hold. You noticed it’s getting tighter. Just as you thought, you could see blotchy pink hickeys on his neck in the dimming light. His face was neutral, unreadable looking down at you. You can’t lie, he was intimidating like this. To survive sangwoo, to live with him, you have to read him, and read him you cannot.

“Are you alright sangwoo?”

“Obviously,” he snapped, before sighing,

”Don’t you even want to have sex?”

You nearly laughed, but it’s in your best interest not to.

“You mean right now? Aren’t you tired?”

“No I’m not tired!” his voice booms, and you flinch against the covers.

He rolled you over to your back and now he loomed above you, something burning in his eyes. His hands were either side of your face, and his knees caged in your body, tapering in at the thighs, pushing the fat around to a near painful squeeze.

“Whats wrong with you? Aren’t you angry? I fucked someone else, stupid bitch.”

Mouth slightly agape, you tried to process. You didn’t even react to the name calling anymore, although the throb of hurt would never go away.

“You want me to be angry with you?”

“No, of course I don’t. I just want to know why you’re so ok that I cheated on you.”

You had absolutely no idea what was going on, and you were afraid to ask.

Isn’t this every mans dream? A girl that doesn’t care when he sleeps around? What’s his problem?

“Sangwoo...” you breathed, struggling to find the words. You were so confused.

“You always come back,” you wait a second, and when he doesn’t seem to be appeased, you continue, “I don’t care because you always come back to me. I know you like me best, that’s all I care about.”

His frown falters, momentarily, before a meaner, colder look takes his face. In the darkness he’s still beautiful and terrifying.

He hated that you make him burn. Sangwoo doesn’t burn for anyone, he burns people. And yet, everything about you is so... he can’t put it into words how he needs you. The thought of you with another man makes him close to violence, very close. So why can’t you do the same? Why don’t you care? He knows you love him, he isn’t an idiot. But... you aren’t showing it how he wants. Maybe you’ve gotten a little too comfortable. Maybe he needs to rectify that.

“You think I need you that much?” his voice had dropped an octave, gotten quieter. You knew to be careful now.

“No, but-“

“You do, don’t you? You think I’m your lovesick puppy? You think you’re in control?”

“Sangwoo, you’re not-“

“Don’t try and deny it.” his face was blank, totally blank, eyes boring into yours. He stares at you a while longer, and when he got no reply, he continued.

“Well, you’re wrong Y/N. I don’t need you. You need me.”

“I know Sangwoo, I do need you,” your voice shook, heat of the bed doing nothing to quell the cold creeping up your spine.

“Do you think you’re the only one that makes me cum?”

“No, but-“

“But I’m the only one that makes you cum?”

“Well, yes-“

“So what are you so smug about? Get up.”

He leant back, away from you to let you obey him, and got up slowly, towering above you. He stood expectantly, and you stared up at him from the mattress, not quite sure what to think.

“I said, get up,” his tone was sharp, it was hard to disobey.

You pushed yourself up as fast as you could manage, rocking gently to your feet. Your arms hung awkwardly at your sides, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. His glare was unforgiving, but you couldn’t deny the throb in your clit at the anticipation.

“Turn around.”

And you did, a thrill running through your body. You were still stood stock still when he pried your arms from your sides and he pushed you against the wall, body pressing up against you. It hurt a little, but he was quick to make you forget.

Hands gripping your waist, he ground himself against your plump ass. Your hands were in front of you, bracing yourself against the wall. You made chopped breaths and little whimpers as he groaned into your skin, getting more and more annoyed at you; you drive him insane, why are you so calm? Why can’t you be like he is? You should be stupider, need him more. What the fuck is wrong with you?

He stopped grinding his erection on you all of a sudden, grip not relaxing for a second. Your eyes darted around the icy dark, heart thundering in your chest, face still against the wall.

“Sangwoo...” you whimpered, and he could feel the heart beat of your fat little pussy, “please, keep going.”

He huffed from his nose and his breathe ran down you neck once again.

“Then beg.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you stopped to process what he had said.

“Are you deaf? I told you to beg. Beg for me if you really want me that bad. Prove it.”

“Oh!”, you started as it clicked in your head, and the throbbing of your pussy became insatiable,”Please Sangwoo! Please, give it to me, please! I need you, please!”

He smiled at the whininess in your voice, the desperation. The need.

“I still don’t know if you deserve it,” he had taken on a playful tone now, temper seemingly subdued by your little display.

“Sangwoo!” you whined in protest, desperately pushing back into him. He groaned breathily at the feeling of your ass pressed right into him, the fat cushioning his cock teasingly.

His dick throbbed and he gave in,

“Fine, I’ll give it to you. You really are pathetic you know that?”

And he yanked down your tiny little pyjama shorts, to find your bare pussy underneath.

“Anything I tell you to do you do it.”

Your eyes squeezed shut and you yelped when he delivers a sharp slap between your legs, spread awkwardly open for him against the wall.

“But you still act like your better than me.”

He pressed against the small of your back with one hand, keeping you squashed tightly against the wall, chubby cheeks squishing at the pressure. With the other hand, he hastily undid the zip of his jeans, pulling them down around his thighs. Erection bobbing against your bare ass, he pulled his boxers down to his jeans and you stifled a whimper at the anticipation.

He always got weird like this when he was angry, and mostly you just had to stick it through. He would calm down after he had had his way with you.

Slowly, he lined up, relishing in the little whimpers coming from you. And he pushed in, groaning at how fucking wet you were. It was nearly impossible to go slow, you were so soft and he was angry at you, and yet he did, for fear he would cum too quick if he didn’t.

“You’re not better than me, alright?”

You huff, the stretch of his thick cock making you tense.

“Alright?”

“Yes,” you whined through pouty, drooly lips,”I’m not better than you. I’m sorry Sangwoo, I’m really sorry.”

“tsk,” he gives you one grind of his hips, nestling his enormous cock into you,”You’re just saying that ‘cause you want me to fuck you.”

“No! That’s not it.”

Tears were blurring your vision and you fought with your entire being not to moan, feeling his fat dick rub warm against your insides. He was moving ever so slightly to torment you, make you feel guilty for wanting to moan like a bitch when your poor boyfriend was so upset at you. You knew you had to keep talking, because he still wasn’t moving, and the feeling was enough to drive you mad.

“I love you, Sangwoo, I promise, it’s not-“

But suddenly, he started drawing in and out of you, not slow but not fast either. You let out a gasp of relief, and he smirks behind you.

“Alright, that’s enough outta you. Just take my dick like a good slut. Ohh fuck-“

You squeezed hard and his hips stuttered, pace increasing involuntarily.

He fucked hard into your gummy cunt, and you dripped down onto his balls. Eyes rolling back, he let out a string of grunts right next to your ear, making you shudder.

“See how I got you?” he said breathlessly, gripping the fat of your waist so hard it will probably bruise. The feeling of his breath against your neck made your stomach flip.

“This is just how I was fucking her,” and he drove into you again, grunting.

“I’m fucking you just like I was fucking her.”

You can only whine in response, something he takes as dismay. It pleased him.

“She was tighter,” his balls slap on your clit,”Not such a whore.”

Drool is inched past you lips, but you’ve gone limp in his grasp, only able to brace yourself against the wall. You heard him, but you’re unable to think about what he’s saying. You mumbled,”yeah, yeah, yeah”, he likes to be listened to.

“Maybe I should just get rid of you and keep her instead, maybe she’d be more fucking grateful”

Your breath hitched and there’s a sinking feeling in your stomach. You froze, and he laughed.

“That got your attention, didn’t it?”

You whined as his cock ploughed against your insides, cheek mushing against the wall. But that sinking feeling got deeper.

“Shit,” he hissed, his pace slowing,”I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum inside you.”

You hummed, still panting.

That feeling of dread didn’t fade. It didn’t fade when he came inside you, gruff grunting and a punishing grip on your waist. It didn’t fade as he pulled out, let go of you and let you fall to the ground. It didn’t fade as you felt his presence behind you, staring down at the top of your head.

And it didn’t fade as he walked away, back into bed, called you to him like he loved you. Told you that he loved you, kisses your temple.

And as you crawled into his arms, shaken, sweating, Sangwoo smiles. You need him to keep you alive.

You need him.

His hand rested over your chest, he could feel your heart rate. He could feel your fear. And it made him happy.

You were as afraid of losing him as he was of losing you.

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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Sangwoo Oh x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I'm sorry. [ SYNOPSIS ] Desperate for guidance you turn to your parish's beloved priest. [ WORD COUNT ] 5.2k [ CONTENT ] DARK CONTENT, modern AU, y/n wears a dress, sacrilege (I sexualize Saint Sebastian among other things), violence, gore, noncon, sadomasochism, oral sex (m + f receiving), facial, vaginal fingering, virginity loss, alcohol, drugging, manipulation, gaslighting, degradation (he calls you a bitch and a slut), strength kink, size kink, creampie, blood, cannibalism, murder.

Mass was the only thing you looked forward to. All week you would anxiously await Sunday morning, unable to sleep. Sitting in the pews, hanging on your priest’s words was the only time you felt even a modicum of joy. It was a sanctuary, a place untainted by the trappings of the world.

The world was cruel and unforgiving, secular and obscene, a temptress. It stirred up the wanton feelings you tried to keep buried. Its lax rules and unrestrained passions marred you, kept you away from God’s shining light. However you never considered yourself wholly devoted to God; your relationship was always on shaky ground. Even as a kid you doubted your place in the church. The darkness lurking inside you convinced you that you weren’t worthy.

Your love of your family trumped your love of Christ. You coveted the riches of your neighbors, their fancy cars and their fashionable yet tasteful clothing. You were lazy, haunted by the illnesses you feigned as a child so you could miss school. You felt envious of your peers. Being a good Catholic came so naturally to them. Why was it such a struggle for you? Why were you cursed to wrestle with Satan?

For the longest time you kept your struggle to yourself. Sometimes you even fantasized about leaving it all behind. God wouldn’t miss a heathen, especially one constantly fighting the disgusting beast inside them. There was no point of keeping up the charade if you were so bad at it.

But that all changed when Father Sangwoo took over your parish. He was young for a priest, maybe a few years older than you at most. You constantly found yourself gazing at him during service. His voice was deep and reassuring. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was an image of perfection, though he did look perpetually sleep deprived. His beauty was enough to make you recommit yourself to the Lord.

This revived fervor came with a new shade of self-loathing. You spent every Saturday night fingering yourself and whimpering his name. Lusting after a priest was unforgivable. But you couldn’t help it; you were insatiable.

This loathed hunger gave you the courage to linger around after mass though, your eyes fixed on Father Sangwoo. You never uttered a word or even approached him. You knew you’d end up saying something stupid. Lurking was the only intimacy you could handle. Having his direct attention would be agonizing. It’d bring you to your knees.

Usually you were content with this arrangement, but sitting in the back of the pews while two women preened him was driving you crazy. One fastened a loose button on his shirt. Another plucked a stray hair off his shoulder. You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palm. They didn’t deserve to touch him.

You were so absorbed by your silent rage you didn’t notice him staring back at you. You flinched as your eyes met his. You tried to get up, but nearly tripped over your own foot. Your face was hot as you escaped, baptized by the crisp morning air.

“We’ll see you next Sunday, Father,” one of the women said in a sing-song voice as she brushed past you.

“We’ll see you next Sunday, Father,” you repeated under your breath mockingly.

A weighty hand grabbed a hold of your shoulder, pulling you out of your hateful haze.

“What was that?” Father Sangwoo asked, freezing you on the spot.

Your nerves got the better of you and you laughed. “It was nothing.”

You turned around to face him. He tilted his head to the side, his concerned look left you feeling exposed. It was as if he could see through you, like he could peel back whatever lies you were desperately trying to craft.

“I was just talking to myself.”

“Well that was obvious. But you didn’t answer my question. What were you saying?” he asked with a smile.

We’ll see you next Sunday, Father. You repeated the words over and over in your head, trying to conjure up a sentence that had a similar ring to it. It was maddening. Nothing came to mind. It was as if you had never spoken in your life.

“I… I said… I was saying—”

“Father!” an old woman shouted as she scurried out of the church. “There’s a bat in there!”

“Not again,” he sighed.

You went to leave but he latched onto your wrist. His grip made your joints pop.

“I’ve noticed you hanging around after service. It has me a little concerned.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh tha—that’s because I’m waiting for my ride.”

“Then why do I always see you walking down to the bus stop?”

“That’s where they get me!” you said, trying to pull your wrist out of his hand.

“That doesn’t explain why you look so miserable all the time.”

“Miserable?” you repeated in a small voice, finally freeing yourself from his grasp.

You felt ill. You always assumed you kept your anguish hidden on Sundays.

“I only noticed because I feel like that more often than not. If you ever need someone to talk to that understands, I’m here for you.”

It sounded strangely rehearsed, like he was acting in a play. But that could have been because speaking to him felt unreal. You never planned on getting this close to him.

“Father! The bat!!” the old woman called out impatiently.

“I’m on it!” He turned his attention back towards you, his gaze gentle. “Why don’t you come by the rectory tonight?”

“Me?”

He nodded. “You deserve my full attention.”

“I do?”

He patted you on the head. “Yes. I want to help you in any way I can. I hate to see any of my children so upset.”

“Fa—”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” he replied, disappearing into the church.

You stood, mouth agape. He had noticed you. This whole time he knew you were hanging around like a kicked puppy, watching him with sad eyes. You felt so exposed. But a part of you was elated. He wanted to be there for you. It was like a dream come true despite the anxiety it agitated.

The day crawled by. You felt like time slowed down to spite you. You paced around, practicing what you were going to say. Making a fool of yourself wasn’t an option. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you messed everything up.

Once the sun began to set you started to get ready. You dug through your closet, desperate to find something cute and modest. You weren’t planning on seducing Father Sangwoo or anything; you just wanted to look your best. You decided your best option was a black denim pinafore dress cut at the knee with a boxy white t-shirt underneath. Not too flashy, but not too matronly.

You took the last bus. It was a risky move, but you planned on asking him to drive you home after your talk. There was no way he’d say no. You’d be stranded without his assistance. Plotting to take advantage of his kindness felt bad, but you were greedy. The more time around him the better.

“Don’t say anything stupid. Don’t say anything stupid,” you chanted on your way up the hill.

Seeing the rectory made your stomach hurt, nerves once again getting the better of you. You stood in front of it for several minutes before you found the brave to knock on his door.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to come,” he said.

The sunset’s warm light made him look angelic. His hair was damp, towel dried by the looks of it. He was dressed incredibly casual in a cozy, chunky sweatshirt and a pair of low hanging sweatpants. You struggled not to stare at the deep, muscular v-cut of his abs.

“You didn’t specify a time so I, uh, just left when it felt night-ish.”

“I said seven o’clock.”

He was lying. You remembered how he proposed. His wording was vague.

“No. You definitely said night.”

The warmth left his eyes, but he maintained his cheery disposition. “I don’t need you telling me what I said.”

You couldn’t imagine why he’d lie about something so benign. Maybe he did say seven and you couldn’t remember. You were pretty on edge during your conversation. It would make sense that your recollection would be tenuous.

You stared at your feet. “I’m sorry, Father.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he let you inside.

The rectory was sparsely decorated. You would never expect a man of God to have lavish material possessions, but Father Sangwoo’s home was barren. There was nothing on the walls except for a wooden crucifix over what you assumed was the door to his bedroom.

It smelled fetid, absolutely reeking of cigarettes. The walls were stained a nauseating yellow. Everything looked worn. You wondered if maybe the furniture was handed down from the previous priest. You tried to not let it phase you, but you couldn’t help but be alarmed by the chef’s knife stabbed into his dining room table. It was sticking straight up, erect in its posture.

“Take a seat.”

His couch sat low to the ground and was woefully uncomfortable. There were cigarette burns in the cushions which you willed yourself to ignore. In front of it was a round wooden table with a dying succulent in the middle.

He took a seat beside you, his body broaching your personal space. “So,” he said. “What’s bothering you?”

“Um. Where do I begin…”

“I don’t know. Maybe the beginning.”

His tone was still sweet, but there was a bite to it. He was probably just trying to be funny, but you didn’t feel familiar enough with him to joke around like that.

“I’ve never felt as close to God as I should.”

“And why is that?”

“I don’t know.” You paused; you couldn’t remember any of the things you had rehearsed earlier. “I’ve never felt good enough. I feel… unworthy. I want to be closer to God, but I don’t deserve it.”

He frowned. “What makes you think you don’t deserve it?”

Your palms were clammy. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“I—uh. It’s like… I just—”

“You need to loosen up,” he interrupted.

You felt ashamed for being so uptight. He looked so bored by you.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” he sighed as he got up.

Your heart was in your throat as he walked past the knife. For a brief moment you had the clearest image of him grabbing it and lunging at you. You felt so guilty when he left it alone.

He came back with two shot glasses and a sizable bottle of soju. He lazily shook the bottle before cracking it open.

“Grab a glass.”

You looked at the shot glasses on the table. One looked dustier than the other. You went to grab the cleaner looking one.

“Not that one.”

You grabbed the other glass. You looked at the bottom of the glass and saw what looked like powder.

“It looks a little dirty,” you said, holding it out.

He glanced at it. “I don’t see anything.”

“Really? It—”

“Do I look like someone that would offer a guest a dirty glass?” he laughed.

You shook your head and watched him fill it. Your cheeks felt hot.

“This is my first time,” you blurted out.

He raised his eyebrows. “Well, I’m the perfect person to break you in.”

You laughed nervously and tried to avert his gaze. It was like having a spotlight on you. The glass felt so heavy in your hands. You weren’t sure how to wield it. You never saw your parents drink alcohol, excluding the Eucharist. There was no point of reference so you knocked it back in one gulp.

It didn’t taste nearly as bad as you were expecting. It was crisp with a faint sweetness. The finish was bitter. You felt like something had coated your mouth. You didn’t like it.

“Impressive,” he said smiling. “Have another.”

You held out your glass and watched him pour you another drink. You drank it just as fast the first time. You were pleased that aftertaste was pleasantly astringent rather than bitter. You went to set your glass down, but he poured you another drink. You didn’t want to be impolite so you accepted it.

“Aren’t you going to have any?”

“I will when you pour me some.”

You wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you said, taking the bottle from him. “I—I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Your hands trembled as you served him. It didn’t help that he was watching you so intently.

“That’s obvious.” He took a sip and set the glass down. “Now tell me why you don’t deserve to be close to God.”

“I’m a bad person. I mean, maybe I’m not. But I feel like I am. I’m jealous of everyone. And nothing makes me happy so I just never do anything… which makes me feel worse. I don’t know. I feel like I’m bad at loving God and cherishing his gifts no matter how hard I try. And—this is so ridiculous—but If I can’t be the best at it, why even bother?”

“That is ridiculous,” he said, pouring you another shot.

“I know. I know. And that’s why I never wa—wanna talk about it. It’s so stupid. It’s not a competition. I tell myself that all the time, but it doesn’t stop me from comparing myself to others. It makes me wanna give up. But I’d feel so lost without the church and the world is so… overwhelming. I get swept up in the temptations. I’m not strong enough. Not strong enough to leave. Not strong enough to survive. I’m stuck.”

“Temptations? Like what exactly?”

You swallowed hard. “Uh. Um. You know… people.”

He poured you another shot. You drank it down happily, but noticed he still hadn’t finished his.

“They’re…” You let out an embarrassed laugh. “I get urges.”

He smirked. “Everyone has those.”

“Do you?”

“I said everyone, didn’t I?”

Your cheeks were on fire. You wanted to bury your face in your hands, but your arms were too heavy.

“What do you do about these urges?” he asked.

“Father, I’m not sure we should talk about that.”

“I can’t help you if you keep things for me.”

“… I don’t act on them. I wanna wait until I’m married. But… sometimes at night I…I can’t. It’s too embarrassing.”

He leaned in. “You touch yourself, don’t you?”

You started feeling woozy. “I know I shouldn’t, but I don’t know what else I’m su—supposed to do.”

“You can always find someone else to do it for you.”

“Isn’t that even worse?” you slurred.

“It depends on the person.”

He put his hand on your thigh. Your head was swimming. Your body felt heavier by the second. It was like you were slowly descending into an abyss. He slipped his hand under your dress. You closed your thighs and cursed the wet spot blossoming between your legs. You didn’t want this. Fantasizing was one thing. Living them out was terrifying. If you fooled around with a priest, you would burn in Hell for eternity.

You tried to brush his hand away. “Don’t.”

“Shssh. Let me help you.”

He lifted up your dress and opened your thighs. You winced as he rubbed the wet patch on your underwear.

“I’m serious. Stop.”

“Don’t be a tease.”

“We’re not allow—”

“Who fucking cares,” he cooed as he forced his hand under your underwear. “Just relax.”

“Father, please.”

He spread apart your folds and slipped his fingers inside you.

“I can’t,” you whimpered, your body tensing up.

He ignored you and rubbed your clit. You hated how good it felt. It made the pain of having his fingers inside you a little bearable, but still the inherent wrongness of it all weighed on you. You tried to keep quiet, but a breathy moan fell from your lips as he applied more pressure.

“Who would you imagine touching you?”

“I don—I don’t wanna say…'' you drawled.

You were losing your grip.

“Quit being a bitch and tell me,” he demanded as he fingered you.

He curled his fingers inside you, grinning as you gasped.

“You.”

He smirked. “Aw. This must be a dream come true then.”

Your body was getting limper by the second. Staying conscious was barely possible. You writhed against the couch as he thrust his fingers deep inside you. You arched your back and rolled your hips against them. You wondered if this was God punishing you for not being devout.

“Look at how easily you’re falling apart.”

You cursed your body for betraying you.

“Don’t. Please,” you begged.

“You think you get to act like a slut and tell me no?”

Tears trickled from the corners of your eyes. You felt like an idiot for crying.

“I’m… I’m s—so sorry, Father.”

“It’s okay.” He wiped away one of your tears. “I forgive you for tempting me.”

He was knuckles deep in your cunt and showed your clit no mercy.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you moaned.

He smirked and pulled you into a kiss. His mouth tasted like cigarettes. You thought about pulling away, but things weren’t so bad now that he couldn’t berate you. It was kind of nice actually. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on his chest. He bit down on your bottom lip before brushing his tongue along the tender skin. You opened your mouth and rolled your tongue against his. You had no idea what you were doing and prayed you were doing a good job.

“Father,” you whimpered. “I don’t feel so good.”

You felt yourself losing consciousness. You could barely keep your eyes open.

“You’re fine,” he said, pressing his lips to your neck. “It’s okay.”

You tried to speak, but all you could do was groan. He sunk his teeth into your neck and you drifted away.

A stinging pain roused you from your daze. You didn’t know where you were or how you ended up there. You could barely open your eyes; it was as if they were glued shut. It was such a simple act, but for some reason it was a herculean effort. Your body felt like lead and your head was throbbing.

You felt a cool breeze against your skin, stronger than a fan or air conditioning. You fought to lift your head, but all you managed to do was roll it slightly to the side, your chin pressing against your chest. You groaned and tried to will yourself out of your haze.

God must have taken pity on you because like clockwork your eyes sprung open. Unfortunately what roused you was the sting of something penetrating your ribs. It was the kind of pain that came on sharp and fast, and radiated through your body.

You groaned and tried to focus. The world was a blur, the light blinding. You were freezing and sore. You tried to swat away whatever had penetrated you, but your arms were bent back and tied at the wrists. All you could do was writhe.

You looked down and saw your body, unclothed and bruised. You choked on your breath when you noticed two wooden arrows jutting out of your thigh. Your stomach was in your throat. You could barely shriek as another arrow whizzed past your ear.

“Whoops.” It was a low voice, eerily familiar. “Don’t move around so much.”

The saccharine tone made you sick. Spit pooled in your mouth. You finally found the strength to lift your head. Your eyes met his. You recognized him. No, you knew him.

“Good morning,” Father Sangwoo said, shooting another arrow at you. It pierced the soft skin of your underarm.

“STOP!” you screamed. “What are you doing?!”

Stomach acid inched up the back of your throat.

He smiled. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You spat at the ground before shaking your head. You couldn’t make sense of anything. The muscles in your shoulders felt like they were on fire. You must’ve been tied up for hours.

You turned your head to the right and saw a dense forest of red pines.

You inhaled sharply. “Why ar—”

He sighed and set his bow down gently. His looming figure made his way over, dread pooling in your stomach. His steps were slow and deliberate. His lips curled into a smirk. He grabbed you by the hair and forced you to look at him.

“Why all the dumb questions?”

“M—my rib—”

He glanced at the arrow sticking out of your ribs. “What about them?”

“Hurts,” you choked out through gritted teeth.

“C’mon. It didn’t even go in that deep.”

He yanked it out. A stream of warm blood flowed from the wound. All you could do was shriek.

“Yell all you want,” he said, licking your blood off the tip. “It’s not like anyone’s around to hear you.”

You decided to take a chance and kept screaming. Your voice cracked as you called out for help. At first he seemed amused, but his expression soon changed to one of disgust and boredom.

“Are you done? Did you get it out of your system?”

You let out one last anguished cry before settling down. Your throat ached.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset. You agreed to this last night.”

You sniffled. “I would never agree to something like this.”

He laughed. “Oh, really? You told me I could while I was filling your ass with my cum. Or at least I think you did. You were saying a lot of weird shit.”

“You’re lying!”

“So what if I am? It’s not like me telling the truth is going to help you.”

His cock was hard, fighting against the cloth of his sweatpants. You started to sob.

“Please just let me go.”

“Why would I do that? You’re my little crybaby.”

“I won’t tell anyone. I won’t say anything,” you pleaded.

You clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth. You desperately tried to ignore the searing pain of the arrows.

“That’s very kind of you, but I’m not letting you go.”

You fought against the rope tying you to the tree. You wanted to kick his teeth in. Your fear had mutated into a fury like no other.

“Let. Me. Go.”

“Alright. I’ll let you go.”

He quickly untied your arms. The relief was immense. You could have sworn angels were singing as your shoulders finally relaxed. As you sunk down into the ground he pulled out his erect cock.

“But you gotta suck me off first.”

You immediately opened your mouth. You’d do anything to get out of there.

“Good girl,” he said, stroking his shaft.

It was long and veiny, the slit dripping precum. He guided it into your mouth, groaning as you struggled to take it in. Tears ran down your cheeks and you choked.

“Breathe through your nose.”

You heeded his advice and it helped a little. You were too weak to bob your head so he held the base of your skull and gently thrusted against it. Anytime his cock slipped down your throat you gagged. He looked so smug as he stared down at you, grinning as you struggled to suck.

“You’re so pathetic,” he said as he rutted against your face. “You’re lucky you’re cute or else it’d be annoying.”

You whimpered.

“Is it too much for you?”

He pushed you off of his cock. A thin string of drool clung to it, connecting your mouth to his tip.

“Mhm,” you answered feebly.

“Really? Do you wanna stop?”

“Yes.”

“Ah, I see. So you’re rejecting me? That doesn’t make me feel good considering I listened to you bitch about your life last night. You should be kinder to your host. Didn’t your family teach you any manners?”

“I—But you said you were going to help—”

He laughed. “What is it with you and telling me what I said? You keep doing that and I’m gonna have to bash your skull in.”

Your eyes were so wide you thought they were going to fall out of your head. You refused to believe this was happening. You pretended like you were anywhere else. You tried to ignore the cold breeze pricking your skin, the blood drying on your body, how exposed you felt, and most of all you tried to ignore Father Sangwoo.

“Don’t look so scared.”

You shut your eyes and thought about your warm bed. Your cat was probably curled up at the foot of it, waiting for you to come home and feed him. All it did was make you cry harder. You should have kissed his little forehead before you left. But you were in such a rush, too eager to meet up with the Devil himself.

“Hey.” He kicked you with his bare foot. “Listen to me when I’m talking to you.”

“What?” you sniffled.

“You look terrified. You should smile.”

Your expression didn’t change.

“Do you wanna live?”

You nodded.

“Then smile!” he cheered.

You grimaced.

“Perfect,” he said as he jerked off.

You sat there, grinning like an idiot and trying to ignore the immense pain you were in. He looked down at you with a predator’s gaze, teeth biting into his bottom lip. His breathing grew shallow and he tossed his head back as his cum splattered against your face.

“Do you feel blessed?” You didn’t, so you chose not to answer and kept smiling. He kicked you again. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Good girl,” he said. “You look cold. I think you’ve earned going inside.”

He took his time pulling the arrows out of you, talking about how badly he wanted to fill your wounds with his cum. He assured you he was kidding, but gave you absolutely no reason to believe him. How could trust someone so duplicitous?

He carried you like a bride through the red pines. He did it with such ease; it made your heart flutter. You were still terrified, but you clung to him. You imagined you were in the arms of someone else, someone that wouldn’t call you names and maim you.

“How much further?” you asked. The forest seemed to have no end.

“I wouldn’t be in a rush if I were you.”

“I’m ju—just really cold.”

He kissed your cheek and assured you it wouldn’t be much longer.

When you reached the grounds, he went in the opposite direction of the rectory.

“Why—”

“Don’t worry about it.”

The church wasn’t much warmer than outside. You actually felt less comfortable. You knew you were going to Hell. There was no escaping your fate at this point. You buried your face in his neck.

He laid you down on the altar. A clear plastic tarp was draped over it. It stuck to your grimy, bloody skin. You attempted to cover your chest with your aching arms.

“I don’t know why you’re trying to be modest now,” he said as he got undressed. “I’ve already seen everything.”

“Not in here,” you said weakly.

He rolled his eyes and spread apart your legs. He positioned himself between them and ran his tongue down your folds. Your toes curled as he kissed your clit. His gaze never left yours. He took in every whimper and moan that fell from your lips. You found yourself enjoying the bliss of his kiss and the pain radiating from your wounds.

“Father,” you mewled as you ran your fingers through his hair.

It was so soft. You twirled a strand between your fingers as he feasted on your dripping cunt. You rolled your hips against his face, surrendering yourself to euphoria. He kissed the inside of your thigh before biting into your tender flesh. You winced as he applied more and more pressure. His teeth broke through your skin. You tried to push him away, but you were too weak.

The pain was indescribable. You would have rather he shot you with more arrows. His teeth dug further into your thigh and he pulled away with your flesh between his teeth. Blood poured from the newfound wound.

You watched in horror as he swallowed. You looked at your thigh and shrieked when you saw the chunk he took out of you.

“What?” he asked as he lapped at the blood spilling out.

You tried to get up but he held you in place.

“Please stop! I’ll do anything!”

He ignored you and bit down on another part of your thigh.

“Just let me go! I won’t say anything! You’ll never see me again! I’ll leave you alone! I promise! I swear to God!”

He ripped off another piece of flesh. Your blood covered the bottom half of his face. He looked like a wild animal. He crawled back on top of you, his face unbearably close to yours.

“You should be honored,” he cooed.

You tried to wriggle away from him, but he was too strong.

“I usually don’t do this, but fuck. You’re so pure. I need you to be a part of me.”

All you could do was weep.

“Hush. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay,” he consoled as he forced his cock inside you. “Jesus Christ, you’re so tight.”

He began to thrust. He clenched his jaw and rutted against your limp body. You watched as his cheeks turned pink and his brows knitted together in rapturous agony.

“I couldn’t throw you away like the others. You’re such a precious, little thing.” He kissed you. “I needed more time with you. I thought about snapping your neck last night, but that would’ve been such a waste. You deserve better.”

You felt so small underneath him.

“Fuck! If I could keep you I would, but that’d be too complicated.”

“So yo—you’ll let me go?”

“Huh?” He moaned as his cock hit your cervix.

“After this… you’ll let me go home?”

He burst out into laughter. “What? Are you a fucking idiot? Of course I’m not letting you go home.”

“Then please keep me! I won’t cause you any problems! I won’t say anything to anyone! I’ll do whatever you want! Just please don’t kill me! I don’t wanna die!”

“Wouldn’t death be better than being miserable all the time?” he asked, stroking your cheek. “Think about it. It would solve all your problems.”

“No, it wouldn’t! I don’t wanna give up. Please just let me live.”

“I’ve already made up my mind. I’m sorry,” he said. “It’ll be okay. Your death won’t be in vain or anything.” He picked up the pace. It felt like his cock was going to split you in two. “I promise I’ll put your body to good use.”

“Father—”

“Shut up,” he said, covering your mouth. “I’m gonna come.”

He filled your cunt to the brim with his cum. He held your body close to him and pressed his forehead against yours. You lost all hope. There was no escape. You had completely resigned yourself to your fate. All you could do was hope his hand would be swift, and you wouldn’t suffer much.

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castielli · 11 months

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hii!! can you do a smut story about sangwoo?? haven't seen a sangwoo x male reader yet TT

SANGWOO (Squid Game) x Male Reader

Super short, I know🥲. I hate it so much i’m so sorry🙏. I’m doing like a speed run of all the requests, it’s all kinda rushed. (NOT SMUT cause I don’t write smut)

Y/N had always felt like he was missing something in his life. He had dated men and women, but he had never found that special someone that he could see himself spending the rest of his life with. That is, until he met Sangwoo.

They had met at a company party, and Y/N had been immediately drawn to Sangwoo's charming smile and confident demeanor. They had talked for hours, and before he knew it, Y/N was falling for Sangwoo.

They had been together for three years when

Sangwoo proposed. Y/N was over the moon, and they started planning their wedding right away.

However, Y/N soon discovered that both he and Sangwoo were drowning in debt. They had made some poor financial decisions, and now they were struggling to make ends meet. Despite this, they were determined to make the most of their lives together.

Y/N and Sangwoo had been working hard to pay off their debts, but it had taken a toll on Sangwoo's mental health. He had been struggling with depression and anxiety, and Y/N could see how much it was affecting him.

One night, Sangwoo broke down in tears, overwhelmed by his negative thoughts and feelings of hopelessness. Y/N held him close, stroking his hair and whispering words of comfort. It felt weird to see Sangwoo cry, he never saw him like this.

"It's going to be okay, Sangwoo." Y/N said softly. "I'm here for you, we're in this together."

Sangwoo sniffled, his head resting on Y/N's shoulder.

'I'm so sorry." he said. "I feel like such a burden."

"You're not a burden, Sangwoo." Y/N replied. "I love you, and I want to help you through this. We'll get through it together."

Y/N spent the rest of the night holding Sangwoo, listening to him and offering words of encouragement. He reminded Sangwoo of all the things they had to be grateful for...their love for each other, their health, and the fact that they had each other to rely on.

In the weeks and months that followed, Y/N continued to support Sangwoo as he worked through his depression. They went to therapy together, and Y/ N encouraged Sangwoo to take breaks when he needed to.

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oh-goodness-loki · 4 months

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Shipper Tag Game!

I was tagged by: @theflagscene, thank you!

What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

I don't remember much about when I was a teenager, least of all shipping characters (this concept didn't occur to me until I started reading fanfiction and getting onto Tumblr). I just remember getting into fanfiction because of Supernatural/Marvel. So I guess ummm Loki/Darcy or Destiel.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

It would probably have been a y/n x supernatural character. Starting out, I was really into those for a while but besides that, I think...Destiel or Loki/Sigyn.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

The only fanfiction (that I've finished and published) are for Hannigram (hannibal x will). It's a Phantom of the Opera AU and idk I think for a first fic, it was pretty good.

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw fanart of?

I honestly can't remember. My memory is pretty shit about some things.

5. Did you ever get into ship discord?

Nope. I think it's a waste of time. I'm very much someone who lets people ship what they want. If I see a ship I don't like, I just block the tag.

6. Did you used to have a NOTP or have any currently?

I am not a fan of the R*ylo ship. The pairing is whatever, but what I hate the most about it is the fact that the movies were completely changed to have those characters together. It was honestly shit.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Babe/Charlie. It would've been Phaya/Tharn but I am trying to stay away from spoilers and I don't want to accidentally come across one on ao3.

8. Currently have any OTPs?

*cracks knuckles* Hannigram, Phaya/Tharn, Hannigram, Babe/Charlie, Alan/Jeff, Jaeyoung/Sangwoo, Symbrock, White/Sean, Mickey/Ian, and Vegas/Pete. I'm sure there's more, but those are what I remember.

9. Is there any couple that to this day you are extremely mad about them not getting together?

I don't know...

10. Is there any ship that you used to dislike but now you think are kind of interesting?

I used to hate Eddie Gluskin (from Outlast Whistleblower) and he gets shipped with Waylon Park. A few years ago I saw fanart of them in a Cabin in the Woods AU and then I read the fic that was based off of that fanart and I was hooked.

11. Do you have a ship that in the past was considered 'normal' but now you would be canceled over?

I don't think the fandom has ever considered it 'normal' but Hannigram is hated by a huge portion of the Stranger Things fandom.

12. What's your favorite crack ship?

Idk if it's considered a crack ship, but SpaceDogs (Nigel from Charlie Countryman and Adam Raki from Adam). I just find them adorable.

13. Who is the couple you've read the most fanfics of?

Hannigram (this includes the Hannibal Extended Universe IYKYK) They are my OTP of OTPs.

14. What do most of your ships usually have in common?

Probably obsessiveness. The type that IRL would be very unhealthy, but is so delicious to read.

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Miscommunication. It's so annoying. Especially when one character refuses to hear the other's explanation or where one character hears the other talking to someone and they mishear/assume something and then leave before hearing the rest of it. And it leads to a misunderstanding and ugh. It gets annoying lol.

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harperwasstaken1 · 1 year

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[어떤 일이] 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠

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Rival!Prince!Nishimura Riki x Princess!Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔➪ Angst, Rivalry, Mentions of Death, Modernly Medieval

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𝑺𝒚𝒑𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔➪ 2 Kingdoms, 2 Kings, 2 Queens, 2 Heirs, and 1 Forbidden Love. 'Whatever happens' to them when they fall inlove with the Rivalry still going?

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I placed my phone in the pocket of my dress, I walked out of my bedroom. My phone on silent as I went inside the lounge room. My parents sat beside eachother with a chair empty beside my mom for me.

There were 4 other people in the room, Royalties from another kingdom that's a two day travel away. They've been trying... Well not all of them, the eldest of the two kins. The Prince of Trinium, Yoo Sangwoo.

Hate him to death that is. He has been asking me to marry him since we we're in training school. He was everywhere. During my Law Class for Kingdoms? He was right outside of my classroom by the window yelling, "THAT'S MY FUTURE QUEEN!!"

I could just feel eyes on me everywhere I go during training school. It got on my nerves.

Now here he is infront of me with this lovesick grin while I stare in disgust. His little sister looks so tired of his brother, I nodded at her and sat still.

From the corner I saw Heeseung standing there with the others behind him. They looked worried, I ignored it.

"Now what seems to be the problem here Yoona?" My mother asked the other Queen as she looked at her son in annoyance.

"Your Majesty, My son has done something indescribably stupid." She responded aa she looked at her son with a glare and to her husband with a go for him to continue.

"He has paid the media that your daughter is getting married to him." The king finally said as Heeseung brought a laptop over infront of my parents and I with the article open.

"Excuse me?" I asked, bewildered that this idiot would go this far. I looked at the article, the bolded title was making me nauseous.

"Princess Y/n of Solaíre, has been confirmed to marry Prince Sang-woo of Trinium."

I felt sick.

"I do not accept this offer from your son, this is ridiculous." I stood up with a glare at their heir, as they looked down in shame.

The princess of one of the most powerful kingdoms, the next heir, yelling at them in spite of their son's behavior.

"I'm so sorry Princess." His sister beside him muttered as she glared at her older brother, who grinned at me. I looked at my parents as they were in shock.

"We will sort this out with the media, to ensure my daughter isn't marrying your imbecile of a son." My father stood up and dismissed the family. They stood up, and the Queen dragged her son away from the area.

"Father, this can't happen!" I reasoned, my mother had her eyes furrowed at me as she was in deep thought.

"But honey, are we just going to pay the media back to tell them this is false?" My mother asked. I shook my head, They can figure this out. I need to talk to my friends.

"Mother, Father, may I be excused to my room?" I looked at them, they nodded. I bowed and rushed away with the others following behind.

As soon as I got in my room, I threw my phone on my bed and groaned.

"That imbecile! How could he do that?" I yelled as I burrowed my face in my hands, Heeseung had the laptop in a full on facetime with the others as Wonyoung sat beside me.

Ni-ki was quiet, he didn't say anything as he scanned my figure in worry. He sighed and looked away.

Jungkook, who sat beside the youngest, looked at the Prince. He knows he was hurt about the article, he also knows that Ni-ki knew it wasn't what she wanted. But the thought of the girl he loves marrying someone who she didn't want hurt him.

It hurt him that she won't be marrying him, but he knew that this isn't what she wanted. So he shook his hurt aside, and looked at his bestfriend who had the right to get mad at the dumbass, who paid for the article to be released with a fake news.

"You alright, Love?" Ni-ki asked, everyone stopped their complaining as soon as he spoke. They waited for the girl's answer. But as soon as her shoulders shook, he knew she was crying. Overwhelmed with what was happening.

Me being a Princess wasn't the best life someone could have, She would be forced to a marriage, or be inlove with someone she can't have.

I couldn't speak as sobs tried to make its way out of my mouth, it's pathetic. Crying over this thing, but I just can't help it.

"Hey, you're alright. We're here, I'm here. You can let your frustration out Princess." Ni-ki reassured, as I let my sobs out. Unbeknownst to us, my parents stood by the slightly open door. Listening to the Prince of Risqué, calming her down ever so sweetly.

"I did not know my Princess is friends with Prince Riki?" The Queen asked, as she stared at her daughter's shaking figure as it slowly calmed down, hearing the Prince's reassurance.

"My love, they've beens friends for awhile. But they were scared of both your and his mother's opinion. His father knows too." The king reasoned.

"But their mothers were in the way?" Her majesty's voice shook, her voice small and timid. She can see the effect the young Prince has on her daughter.

She could hear the adoration and calmness in his voice, just like how her husband talked to her when she was in remorse and pain.

Both powerful heirs are inlove with eachother, despite knowing the rivalry. She was in the way of her daughter's happiness, and she despised that. She hated herself for it.

She knew what she could do, but it would take talking to her old friend. The one who have become her rival. The Queen of Risqué.

"Tell the advisor of Risqué, that we would like to talk to the Royal Family. Tell our advisor to set up a declaration of the current situation, and please be ready to print out a treaty." The queen told the nearest worker of the castle. Who nodded and left.

"What is this about?" Her husband asked, she stared at her daughter one last time and looked at her husband.

"I'm doing what my daughter has wanted for the longest of time. We are talking to the Royal Family of Risqué, If my daughter can't be happy. Then I'll make sure that she is, even if it's by talking about a treaty to our rival kingdom. Everything for my Princess." The Queen finished and walked away from her daughter's room.

Anything for her daughter.

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Note: Sorry for the rlly late update, I got busy and forgot😭

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lily-radiance · 2 years

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Disgusting Disarray Chapter 7

Sangwoo Oh x Police Female Reader

Dark Content MDNI

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Patrol cars have become the new normal, flocking to any new crime scene in a flash of red and blue. Yet the car Yura Tachibana is seated in is only doing standard rounds, but she has so much more to worry about, so much more to prioritize.

"Do you have anything to say about that recording? How come you didn't explain your prior relationship with (l/n)?"

Her eyes scan the streets, left staring at the individuals doing mundane tasks, so unaware of their impending doom if one of them crosses paths with this mystery killer. In all her time in this city, it had never looked so gloomy, covered in the wake of death's revenge. Korea always had the worst storms, but this, this constant rain had added to the sour mood over the last couple of months. She let her hand touch the window, finger drawing a pattern in the foggy material.

"Well for one I didn't want to put our jobs on the line, and two, I wasn't sure what would happen to my image if I did...reveal what type of people I sleep with," Yura answered his question with a scowl.

Seungbae only sighs, a serpent of annoyance slithering up his spine as he continues driving. The somber mood is impacting even him, although he tries his best not to let it show.

"Explain your relationship with (l/n), leave no details out. We're already losing our edge in this investigation, especially since that bastard has been so involved."

Relationship? Ha. What relationship was she to describe? The one she looked at through rose-colored glasses? The one only existent after shameful amounts of alcohol? The one that lasted such a short amount of time and ended once you were out of her apartment door.

"Yura, we can't repeat that night. It was the liquor, and we didn't even know each other back then. If we're to be work partners, then that shall be our only relationship."

Those were the words you had spoken to her one night after joining the precinct and being paired up together. She had accepted it, she had even smiled that day, but it was such a farce. Such an idiotic thought process, an idiotic exchange as she would try to pretend that her emotions weren't there.

"We aren't a couple if that's what you're asking."

"I didn't think you were- but I need to know what you are, not what you aren't."

She was not enjoying any part of this exchange, rather wishing that she could end the drive instead of sitting near such an intrusive individual.

"We were never dating, but I wished we did. I met (y/n) at her 21st birthday party, and that same night found out we would be attending the police academy, so I wanted to celebrate," she paused to rethink her main point.

"At the time she was still dating her ex and was telling me how Sangwoo was going into the military. I think it was more of a send-off for her, and a party for the rest of us. Somewhere near the end of the get-together we both got really wasted, and I don't remember who made the first move, but long story short we got together at my apartment and made an agreement..."

Seungbae quirked a brow at this lead up, a vague idea forming in his mind.

"An agreement? What type of agreement?"

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to hold back any telltale sign of her insecurities.

"The next morning she told me that I was her first, first everything. That she has been with that guy for so long she'd forgotten about her actual interests, and that this escapade was a distraction, a lapse in judgement, and so many other phrases that convey the same message. (Y/n) was in love with someone else, and that what happened could never happen again especially with our roles in the force."

An air of silence was created after she paused, the bubble growing larger, and larger until it was popped on the spot.

"Do you still like her? I mean especially with this case, with the injury, you've been right by her from the start," he continued to press. His eyes widened as he swerved the car, swiftly dodging an incoming vehicle.

Yura shrunk back in the seat, bracing herself as she heard the squeal of the tires on asphalt. The rain made the roads so much worse, made all cars more prone to accidents, the people as well.

This time of year, the season, the weather made everything so much darker, and especially dreary.

She tried to close her eyes in an attempt to block out the storm's wrath, yet her mind could only envision wicked smiles and bloodied corpses. The grotesque imagery placating every inch of her thoughts, the disgusting sensation seemed to dissolve into her skin, in her bloodstream, until it all manifested into rolling tears down her cheekbones.

Seungbae looked over once he heard sobs and sniffles, wondering if he was being "too blunt" as some of his coworkers would say.

"I just don't understand what she sees in him, not now. She always mentioned a best friend but him, I didn't expect. He's such a pompous asshole, such a prick! I mean I understand (y/n)'s always been close with him but can't she put distance where distance is due?"

Seungbae understood the distressed ramblings coming from his coworker, he felt sympathy for the lovestruck officer, but that was all at the moment. He was too busy trying to understand how Yura had not picked up on your infatuation with the egotistical male.

Had his hooks always been in your body? Had you always felt this connection with the blonde? Why did you suddenly stop contact with Yoonbum while keeping his number in your phone? Was it a petty fight? Or was it once again the result of the past few chaotic months?

"I'm going to request that (l/n) be suspended from the office for the rest of this case. She needs to rest and we need to separate her from involvement," he began.

"Plus there's a few pieces of evidence that I'd rather she not know at this moment in time. We don't need her telling Sangwoo more than he needs to know."

Yura wanted to laugh at that idea, the idea that you would be so willing to push the case aside. Sure you were injured, and most likely exhausted, but hell would sooner freeze over than you relinquish the reins to Seungbae.

"Wouldn't that put her in more danger? Sending her to live with a supposed killer without any knowledge?," She asked while her heart jumped, thudding against her chest.

He didn't respond, too focused on driving to get into the deeper parts of the conversation. Yura deflated at that, pulling out her phone and mindlessly scrolling.

For all the wonders of technology, the news reports were doing no justice. Still she kept her thumb swiping across the glass surface, hoping to get an adequate distraction. Of course the sounds of life in Korea prevented her full immersion into the digital realm of funny pictures and lighthearted memories.

"Am I the idiot for falling in love with her? All we did was sleep together one time and for some reason I could never get her out of my head."

Seungbae was not prepared for this type of conversation when he convened with his subordinate about taking a patrol car. All he was good for at this rate was solving the case, which wasn't going as swimmingly as he thought it would.

There were so many overlapping relationships and motives in this case that it made his head spin. Even with the lack of sense he needed to straighten out what was concrete evidence with rumor and myth.

But how could he say that while making such big assumptions!? Here he was thinking about hard fact when his whole thought process was a shot in the dark! If the case continued any longer it might be put on hold, shoved to the back of the filing cabinet while the media waits for something more enticing.

What if this was all another scheme? A significant lapse in time where no deaths have taken place, no new leads, and everything being turned on him? Would you really work with a criminal? Were you one? Why would a cold-blooded criminal work with an officer of the law, especially when that relationship is so sturdy?

"Yura, I need you to do something very important when we get back to the office, but you have to do it exactly as I say."

She looked up from her phone quickly, uncertainty stirring up inside her.

She'd feel this unshakable feeling for the rest of the day, especially when she found herself going through your own desk! Not only did she have to unlock certain drawers, but rummaging through private notes, phone numbers, pictures and so forth until she was absolutely sure that there was no longer privacy between you two.

She found a stack of polaroids, each detailing separate events and occasions with your best friend. While she found herself staring in jealousy, she remembered to look for important details to shed light.

Next was the notebook entry that detailed several phone numbers and addresses. Upon a first glance it would seem like a normal list but certain names held multiple numbers, which were usually crossed out except for the latest entries which no doubt held the current numbers.

Each address and location that was listed held certain names nearby, most likely indicating home addresses. First listed was of course your own apartment, followed by Yura's, then a list of hotels where your mother had been staying on business trips, then the list got stranger.....

"Sangwoo's address/ __________. People living there: just him. Both parents thought to be murdered but no bodies? Alive? Dead? Kidnapped? Changed identities? Hitchhiking?"

Yura flipped the page, analyzing the words written in ink which seemed to be written rather quickly.

"Robbery? Vacation? Brainwashed? Drugs? Where the hell is his mother!? Are his episodes nightmares? Panic attacks? Drinking? Hallucinations? Cigarette side effects? Whispers and mumbles in sleep? Working too much? Kiss in the kitchen?"

She blinked, trying to refocus her eyes on the notebook but found herself straying. This could provide multiple leads, multiple pieces of information that they didn't have access to!

Looking back at one of the polaroids, she noticed a tall and frail woman smiling at the camera. Even with the joyful expression there was a deep sense that something was wrong. Yura didn't have to name this woman to know exactly who she was, her eyes so unbearably familiar to that of your best friend.

Not only did his mother's eyes bear a resemblance to Sangwoo, but her overall features were practically a carbon copy of Yoonbum.

Why were you so transfixed on finding his mother? And what was with your friends having multiple phone numbers? And why was Sangwoo experiencing so many different symptoms related to stress disorders?

She closed the notebook at last, hoping that you would listen to her words of warning as she found herself taking the patrol car to your current place of living.

If only she knew how much worse it would make the situation....

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jojikawa · 2 years

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my boy

Sangwoo x Killer!Fem!Reader

TW// if you know enough about killing stalking to be attracted to Sangwoo then there’s no reason for me to put a trigger warning.

Reader almost gets assaulted.

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✧『Fandom』: Killing Stalking

✧『Character』: Oh Sangwoo

✧『Word Count』: 3,221 words 16,893 characters

✧『Summary』: You are invited to a Gala and decided that you will take Sangwoo as your date.

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𝙴𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝…

You had convinced Sangwoo to start going back to school. He had been missing a lot since you moved in with him. It was a bit hectic but eventually, things needed to turn back to normal. Not only was he missing school, but he hadn’t been completing work either.

For you, it wasn’t required to go every day because you had been going part-time. The reason why was because you had been chosen as a model for some time now. It was seasonal so you weren’t gone every day but it paid very well. Today you received an invitation to an event to be looked at by clothing companies to model their clothing. You seemed to meet the female Korean beauty standard despite being a foreigner.

The invitation was black with gold trim, dotted with italic and script font text and at the end had a handwritten signature of the person who was preparing the event.

“Well, I guess I can bring him.” You sighed to yourself and went to find Sangwoo. You found him in the kitchen, trying to cook something that would be up to your standards as a way to impress you. So far, you hadn’t seen any sign of Yoon Bum.

You figured that in order to get him to do what you wanted and behave well, you’d have to soften him up. Sangwoo gets crazy jealous when guys try to talk to you. He would become bitter towards you and passive-aggressive to anyone with a dick and eyes.

Except, this time—you couldn’t tolerate that. It wasn’t a trip to the mall or a date at a restaurant. This would be a viewing gallery and your chance to be picked for new gigs. You couldn’t have him being an asshole and ruining it because he thinks a guy is flirting with you.

You walked up to him and hugged him from behind. He knew your frame and could feel your breasts against his back. He didn’t know why but it felt very pleasant.

“Good morning.” You said quietly before taking in the yummy scent of your favorite breakfast food cooking.

“Oh, good morning.” He replied in a slightly deeper voice than usual. He wasn’t completely used to your affection and had to really try to keep his cool or else he would look soft.

You tried looking around his masculine body to see what he was up to without breaking the hug but ultimately, he was too big. You let go and he turned around with a pan and spatula in hand.

“What happened to making frozen things?” You asked, referencing a statement in the past of you taking a jab at his knowledge of cooking.

He explained that he wanted to do something for you because you were so “great.”

You couldn’t understand why he thought that or why it was so easy to manipulate him. Not until he opened up about his parents. You knew his parents were dead but it wasn’t until the incident, with that girl you had him dispose of, that he explained to you his abusive childhood.

He’s clung to you a lot more since then.

“Oh, I see,” You replied. “I wanted to ask you something.” You went over to the dining table and began to play with the salt and pepper that were placed on the table.

“What is it?” You heard him say.

“Did you open my mail?” Your voice was deep and stern, almost startling him. What mail? What were you talking about?

“Your mail? No.” He answered. “I didn’t know you got any. Did something happen?”

“I when to grab it before going back upstairs. It was opened already.” You informed him.

You couldn’t see his reactions but you could tell he was getting furious. You chalked it up to be another Yoon Bum occurrence. You didn’t mind, though. You just enjoyed the drama.

After not receiving a reply from him, you let out a “hm.” Before continuing.

“Anyway, the piece of mail I got was an invitation. I was selected to go to a modeling party. It’s important because it can help me get some new work.” You explained. “I think you should come with me.”

He seemed to calm down. He finished up what he was doing and put some of the food on a plate to give to you. The only thing he could think was:

‘Of course, I’m going. You didn’t even need to ask.’

Because he wanted to follow you everywhere you went and especially if there were other people involved.

Sangwoo knew that it was your dream to be loved by many, be beautiful, and have that be known by everyone. He knew you were a model and your work was seasonal. You made more than he did working as a barista despite only doing one or two photoshoots or just by taking a photo and putting it on your social media.

Although, he would like it a lot more if you stayed out of the public eye. Too many people…looking.

“When is it?”

“Tonight.”

Oh.

“Why such short notice?” He tried to get a little more information without disturbing you too much.

“Oh, I don’t know.” You replied. “I just received it today. It’s supposed to arrive ahead of time.” You explained.

“Hm.”

He was seething.

He silently served you breakfast and when you finished, you told him that you’d be getting ready.

“The gala starts at 6pm. I would get try to find something nice if I were you.” You told him as you began to walk away.

“Oh, we won’t match?” He half-shouted so that his voice could reach you.

“No.” You replied flatly before disappearing back upstairs.

Sangwoo frowned. He could never tell how you really felt about him. You would be in his arms and then it would feel like you didn’t even need him…

At first, he thought he was the one that was going to make you late but he found himself sitting on the couch, waiting for you to pop up. You told him he wasn’t allowed in the room because the dress you had gotten from your agency was a “surprise.” He didn’t like surprises but he also didn’t like upsetting you.

He got ready for the gala and put on his nicest clothes. He styled his hair and pulled out the expensive cologne that he only put on for special occasions.

He had his hair in a side part with most of his hair out of his face and a new suit he had wanted to try wearing.

Something similar to this:

You had finally called him for assistance when you were finally ready. You were wearing a beautiful white dress with fur and shear that basically getting all over the place! Something like this:

“You look…really nice,” Sangwoo muttered. Normally, he wouldn’t be so choked up when it came to girls but with you…it was different.

“I know.” You replied. “Now, can we go? I don’t want to be late.” Quickly, you felt the weight of the dress lessen as Sangwoo appeared behind you with the cloth in his hand. “Oh…” you exhaled. Not expecting him to be so ready to listen.

The two of you left out and Sangwoo secured the house so that Yoon Bum wouldn’t be able to leave. You wanted to ask about it but if he’s been kept here this long, he probably knows a lot more than you think he does. Like he’s…experienced.

In the car, the two of you didn’t talk much. Sangwoo could only imagine the things you could be thinking about. Ever since the night you attacked him, you acted so differently. You didn’t act bubbly or adorable. You were almost intimidating. Not in a way that made him scared, just in a way that made him want to do everything you said or else you would get angry…

He missed you. A lot. He wanted to connect with you again. Was he not loving enough?

“Sangwoo.”

He missed you…he missed you so much. He missed you sneaking up behind him and embracing him from behind.

“Sangwoo.”

Were you just bored of him? What could he do to make you find interest again? He just didn’t know…

“Sangwoo!”

Suddenly, the car stopped. You were jerked forward but were saved by your seat belt. Sangwoo had slammed the brakes. He gave you an eerie look as you furrowed your eyebrows at his carelessness.

“You passed the VIP parking. Now you have to back up.” You sighed, gathering your things so that you were ready to exit the vehicle when it was time.

When the car stopped and went in reverse for a bit. Sangwoo pulled into the VIP parking and you showed your invitation so that you could be let in. You waited for Sangwoo to get out of the car and let you out. You waited patiently as the man tried his best to help you exit without damaging your dress.

“Thank you.” You muttered before throwing yourself into his arms. He felt the butterflies burn in his abdomen at your affection. Every time you did it, it was like a new experience. The feeling you get when someone does it the first time.

Sangwoo just grunted in response before hugging you back. You then took his hand and led him into the Gala Hall.

“Okay.” You told him once you were inside. The place was extremely beautiful and bright. It looked like something only royalty would be allowed to step foot in.

“I’m going to mingle.” You told him. He purses his lips, hating the idea of you being alone or him being without you. “Mingle?” He repeated and you nodded.

“I’ve always wanted to branch out from just modeling and more of what I want to do. I want to be able to get a good deal so that I get paid more and work less.” You explained. His eyes drifted to the upper left and you narrowed your eyes at him. “So behave!”

“Oh. Yeah.” He replied and as quickly as he said it, you disappeared into the crowd of people.

Now he was just…alone.

Sangwoo tried his best to occupy himself. Here and there, he would see you zip by without paying him any mind. You were typically talking to someone or having a drink or eating an expensive snack. He just hope this would end soon.

He’s mostly used to being at school or at his job but this level of socializing wasn’t his thing. The fewer people there were, the more control he had.

Maybe an hour went by before Sangwoo saw you again. You were walking with a guy. It wasn’t some agent or anything. It was some young guy.

He didn’t think anything of it at first until he saw the boy reach up to move strands of your hair out of your face. The gesture was unwanted, seeing that toy smoothly removed his hand from your hair but your expressions didn’t change.

Clearly, he was trying to just flirt with you but Sangwoo took this as you being harassed. No one should touch you. Ever.

Suddenly, he saw you begin to wobble as stood there. It kinda looked like you were sick.

You had a drink on your hand too.

No good.

Sangwoo tried to make himself less noticeable as he pushed passed people to get to you. He was relatively tall and could see the top of your head in the crowd.

He was stopped by a couple of servants that tried offering him a drink and a snack. He declined without trying to make a scene.

“Hello, Sir!” One said.

“Would you like a cocktail and fresh-picked fruit?” The other chimed in.

“No thanks.” The man sported a fake smile before pushing past the two.

The thing was that he lost sight of you. Now, you were nowhere to be found. He asked around about you but it seems like no one saw where you went either.

You were a special guest and no one could tell him where you had gone? Sangwoo couldn’t think of a more useless group of people. It made him so angry but he needed to contain himself to keep up his image.

He went into the men’s restroom, and the women's restroom and even trespassed into the private bathroom. You weren’t there either. He still has one more place to check…

Your head was spinning. You could barely think, focus or even keep your eyes open but you knew you were fucked.

Royally fucked.

And now you were walking somewhere. You didn’t know where you were going and the man who drugged you was guiding you with a twisted smile on his face. You needed help.

You missed Sangwoo…you regretted leaving him on his own. You knew he would protect you. You just couldn’t stand how much of a blank canvas he was. You could mold him into anything you wanted him to be but sometimes, that was exhausting. You got tired of manipulating him and this time you were the one paying the price.

When you came to, you were in the backseat of a car. The man had gotten in beside you before locking the doors and rolling up the windows.

“Eh-“ Were the only noises coming out of your mouth. Just short breathless whispers.

The man hovered over you and you tried to resist. Your legs and arms felt like jelly. He groped your breast through your dress a bit, trying to create some sort of friction to see how your body would react.

You felt it. You felt something but it wasn’t pleasant at all.

You tried to push him but you were beginning to lose consciousness. Your eyes slowly fell shut and only deafening silence went by before ear-piercing commotion had begun.

You heard the man in front of your scream.

“H-Hey! You can’t do that! Please!”

Someone had broken the glass to the car door and it had swung open. You wished that you could see but your eyes just felt so heavy. You could only listen.

Only more screaming could be heard as the person who broke into the car attacked the man that had been trying to assault you.

After a few minutes, the screaming ceased and you felt yourself being picked up.

You had a bit of energy to open your eyes and when you did, it was Sangwoo.

His face was wet with tears. He was saying something you couldn’t hear, then you fell back asleep.

When you woke up again, you felt completely horrible. You had a splitting headache but you seemed to be in your bed. Naked, but thankfully, in your bed.

The sun that peaked through your curtains burned your eyes for an entire second before they had adjusted.

At the end of your bed were some cute pajamas that you would wear sometimes. You put them on and went to explore the house. It was business as usual but you weren’t able to find Sangwoo. You wanted to believe he went back to work but he would’ve at least told you or left a note.

You wandered the house barefoot. Still wobbling around and trying to get used to your legs again. You couldn’t remember what happened. Only bits and pieces.

You went to check the kitchen for food and drink. There was nothing quick you could grab. You would need to cook.

As you gathered the materials to make your breakfast, you heard the front door open. It was Sangwoo.

You went to the door to let him in before he could use the keypad like he always did. You opened the door and if you could describe the look on his face when he saw you, you would probably describe it as if he was looking at something extraordinary. Like he was staring at a goddess in the face.

“…why are you looking at me like that…?”

You rubbed your arm shyly and for the first time, you felt uncomfortable under his watchful eyes. He had groceries in his hands and dropped them before picking you up and holding you close in his arms.

He almost knocked the wind out of you with how tightly he hugged you!

“Put me down, moron! What’s gotten into you?” You tried to pretend like you didn’t want his affection but he didn’t let up.

“I thought I lost you. I thought he hurt you.”

“Who? Who are you-“ Then more memories flooded in. You had been drugged and Sangwoo came to save you.

You stayed silent.

Sangwoo continued to hold you and shower you in kisses. You stopped resisting his love and said:

“Did he hurt me?”

“No.”

“Did you hurt him?”

“…Yes. I did.”

You felt his arms loosen and you used that as your opportunity to get out of his grip. You crossed your arms and gave him a concerned look.

“What did you do?”

“I beat the shit out of him.”

Your eyes widened. “You what?”

If this weren’t a serious situation, you’d be laughing your ass off but this wasn’t like that at all. Sangwoo could go to jail.

“You realize that man is a part of the industry, right? He could have the police here at any moment and I’ll be blacklisted from my job!” You raised your voice a few octaves, almost yelling at him.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered.

“There was nothing else you could’ve done?”

You were truly at a loss for words. You didn’t know what to make of the situation. You wanted to be happy he saved you but the bad had outweighed the good.

Sangwoo just stayed silent. He knew that he messed up big time by going overboard and beating up the guy.

You sighed before moving a bit closer to him. He avoided eye contact and looked like he was really sorry. You reached up to cup his face in your hands. You made him look at you.

“Thank you.” You said before guiding his mouth to yours and planting a chaste kiss on his lips. You could tell he wanted more, so you kissed him again, this time more passionately.

You felt his strong arms wrap around you as he picked you up.

“No.” You said, shaking your head. “I don’t feel like having sex right now.” You place your hands on his chest to stop him. He had only picked you up but you knew him well enough to tell what his actions always led to.

Like the obedient dog you shaped him to be, he put you down and you went into the kitchen. A moment passed before he followed you close behind.

He followed you everywhere.

In the kitchen, the bathroom, and the living room.

And wherever you sat, he would take it upon himself to rest his head on your chest, lap, or tummy. He could tell you were still shaken up by the idea of what happened and just wanted you to feel safe.

The only thing that crossed his mind was killing the person who tried to harm you but he knew you’d be mad at him if he acted out of line. Perhaps, maybe he could do something for you.

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 6 months

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Yandere Sangwoo HCS

Stalking - Manipulation - NSFW at some parts - MDI - AU

Notes: might do a version with him in the games.

Sangwoo its the type of yandere to take his time studying you, making the perfect plan so you fall for him.

He likes to know everything about you. Once he has gatered all the information he needs about you and your inner circle he decides its time to start.

Its a slow process, first he calls you to his office to tell you how your work as been...bad last weeks and offers you his help. That or be fired, but he says the last in a way you are not sure if he is being serious or not.

So with fear of losing your job you accept his help.

It stars with him staying back with you in the Office once everybody went home. Him being too close as both of you check the documents, close enough you can smell him, and god does your boss smell good. This will repeat itself for at least two months. During these times you slowly open more to him. Blame the need for sleep or how comfortable it feels to be around him when he is not stressed over work or looking scary when being in front of the rest of the team.

Then you two start to meet up for Lunch, he takes you to one of your favorite places and when you tell him that he acts suprised by it. You wont ever know it took him some weeks to figure out your favorite place since you change them a lot.

Rumors will start about the two of you. You would end worried and ask to talk to him in private one afternoon. He would tell you to let them talk, that rumors are just rumors and that nothing bad will come from them. And that if anything happens he would protect you.

"Listen. People talk, they think they can use others life to fill their own ones. Let them talk" and when you go to ask what if the president of the company says something he is putting a finger on top of your lips making you blush. "Dont worry about the president, if something happens I will protect you"

Your close Friends start to asks questions, being feed up by the rumors. And when you tell them that no, nothing its going between him and you they start to plague your mind with ideas.

Ideas of your boss, of Sangwoo as your boydriend.

And so, you find yourself staring at his closed door office, waiting to get a glipse of him. You start to notice how handsome he is, how big his hands are in comparation with yours. How them take yours when you two are walking outside during lunch to not lose you in the crowd. How tall he is, how he helps you take files that are too high, trapping you against the wall and his body. How the smell of smoke does not bother you that much as it used to.

And of course Sangwoo notices your change towards him. How flustered you get when you two are alone. Its cute, he wants to pull you away and kiss you till you are begging for air.

Sangwoo would have some time taunting you. Flirting with you but never taking a full step to be in a relationship with you.

"Oh let me help you" Sangwoo whispers behind you. He extends his arm up to reach a file you have been trying to get. His body presses against yours, you can feel how he leans in. He takes a extra moment then gives you the file and acts as if nothing has happened.

But he knows, he would smirk to himself seeing your blushing face.

The day he decides to ask you out he does when you two are once again working together alone at night.

And of course you say yes!! You dont notice how he is controlling the small talk you two are having. How he says he knows your family has been worried about you for not having a husband yet. Or how your mother wants you to have babies. Sangwoo promises to make your dreams (and his) come true.

Dating Sangwoo feels right. Because he knows everything about you. As time passes he will start to insolate you. Its a small step after step, first you end fired from your job, why? You got no idea. But it was Sangwoo doing. Next your Friends stop taking to you. You dont know why, but they just called you a "liar bitch".

And so, you end living 24/7 with Sangwoo who knows you hate being a housewife since you keep looking for a New job.

So, he decides he needs to fuck you nice and raw so you end with his baby!! He will be a loving father he promises and since it would look bad if you two are not married by the end of the pregnancy he uses this chance to ask for your hand.

How sweet! You now have a husband and a baby in the way.

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yhwhsdaughter · 3 years

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dating sangwoo headcanons ༄

content: gn reader, nsfw, unhealthy relationship, possible murder-suicide

yoonbum ver.

— unfaithful. at the beginning of your relationship, he didn’t think you guys would last; thus, cheating. as his feelings deepened, he stopped, only seducing people to kill. why would he need anyone else when he has you to fullfilll his needs?

— possessive. he’s like a dog, territorial. should anything or anyone disrupt your feelings for him, sangwoo is quick to dispose of that. you’re for him only. not above acting petty if people approach you with lustful intentions. this is one of the reasons he agrees to tie the knot. he’s seen too much of you to let you go

— protective. sangwoo can be very dismissive of you at times; partly because he’s an asshole and doesn’t consider other’s feelings. however, if anyone else makes hurtful remarks towards you, he’s onto their ass. no one but him, is allowed to cause you pain. also, he’s your man and it would reflect badly on him if douchebags insulted his weak partner.

— jealous. if he thinks you’re even staring at someone else he will say “whore” like damn you can’t even daydream because he thinks you’re fantasizing about the ugly ass cashier. he blames you too tf. in his warped mind, you belong to him. you should only have eyes for him. fights the urge to take you in front of them, to claim you publicly. basically, he can’t handle the thought of you being with someone else

— surprisingly accepting of your flaws. he’s not completely delusional; sangwoo knows you deal with a lot of shit from him, so he thinks it’s fair to accept you for who you are. even if you turn out to be a killer or something. obviously, he will use it against you but only if you threaten to leave. actually kinda glad since he doesn’t have to feel morally inferior. it’s a secret that only you two share; a bonding moment.

— high libido. wants to do it always and everywhere. he really can’t have enough of you; he’s young so he has the stamina and strength to keep fucking for a good while. is it his fault your cute little ass gives him a hard on?

— dominant. if he’s feeling particularly playful he might let you think you’re about to top and then bam! he will never be the bottom, so sorry. sangwoo loves to be in control.

— sadist. something about him and inflicting pain on others, especially you. don’t ask him why but it get him going. maybe it’s the erotic faces you make when he sets a brutal pace. he likes to see you like that and be the only one to do so.

— probably into s&m. it depends on his mood. sometimes he doesn’t feel like using chains and just wants it to be you two. having you at his mercy always does it. sangwoo also prioritizes his pleasure. once you’re married (perhaps before), he will make the effort to make you cum and please you, which is like the bare minimum but go off I guess.

— occasionally thoughtful. yes, sangwoo’s a fucking psycho, but not completely heartless. when he’s feeling particularly soft, he will take you out on dates. nothing too fancy, maybe like a coffee shop, a movie, shopping or to the carnival. he’ll take you on trips and act frisky; I say it’s the adrenaline of doing naughty stuff in public.

— won’t admit it, but he’s one of those couples that like to match. sangwoo wants people to see you’re together, it’s his way of marking territory and also because he refuses to be with someone who doesn’t dress well. he might choose your clothes depending on the occasion.

— if you have a uterus, children are a no go. trauma. hates the idea of sharing you with someone; a baby growing in your womb will definitely take away time from you. wouldn’t want to have sex with a pregnant person and won’t wait for 9months. sangwoo probably got a vasectomy to prevent this; or will want his partner to be sterile. also, he doesn’t like to use protection and has a breeding kink

— will absolutely charm your family. they will be wrapped around his finger. sangwoo is anything but stupid. if they’re important to you, he will find a way to get on their good side, which isn’t hard. he’s a good looking young man. your parents may even love him more than you.

— has very… old fashioned ideals. regardless of your gender, sangwoo will want you to take on the role of the ‘wife’ which means cooking, cleaning, and servicing him. sangwoo helps; he’s excellent at cleaning evidence away and he had to cook for himself prior to you. if you don’t know, he’ll teach you,, but mostly he’s the breadwinner and does the heavy lifting.

— attachment issues. doesn’t want you to leave him. ever. would go as far as involving you in his life of crime, making you his accomplice, to have you with him forever because he can’t ask for marriage like a regular person.

— separation anxiety. having you with him is a must. you’re the only person on earth who will see him vulnerable. he also panics internally when he thinks about death; he wants you to die together. like if he finds out either of you have a terminal illness, he might just take you for a ride, crash the car and end it all.

#ks sangwoo #sangwoo x reader #sangwoo x y/n #sangwoo x you #oh sangwoo #sangwoo #killing stalking #killing stalking sangwoo

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yes-i-am-a-tree · 3 years

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No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Sang-woo x reader)

Sang-woo x AFAB* reader story. (squid game)

* The only reason the reader is AFAB is because, in the story, they use the women’s restroom. I always try to use gender neutral pronouns*

Summary: you and sang-woo complete the 5th game together, and you end up getting hurt instead of Sae-byeok.

Warnings: Death, Main character death, Blood, Angst, Sang-woo being psychopathic :’)

I dunno if this classifies as Sae-byeok x reader bc you two do have a moment...

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It was the 5th game. You, Gi-hun, Sae-byeok, Sang-woo, and another man, ahead of all of you, were still alive. You were almost there to the end. Just one more glass panel in the way before all of you were to safety.

Thankfully you were one of the last ones to choose a number along with Gi-hun, and ended up between Sang-woo and Sae-byeok.

At first you were prone to choose one of the higher numbers, but before you chose Sang-woo told you to wait and choose a middle number or one of the last ones, and you respected and trusted him so you waited until you got a hold of number 15.

The only numbers left right now were 17,16,15,14, and 13. And at the moment 13 was stalling before he made his decision.

For the past minute 13 had been trying to determine which glass was tempered or normal, and you could tell everyone was feeling the pressure of the impending doom there was if we ran out of time.

You had all run out of ideas, and you could tell from behind Sang-woo that he was getting anxious. You had known him for 2 years when you both attended Seoul National University.

“I… I can’t tell them apart” you heard 13 say despairingly. “If we had another marble…”

He waited for something to intervene and save him from this situation. He didn’t want to die, and neither did anyone here, but time was running out and something needed to happen.

You shakily stood up from your sort of crouching position. You took a deep breath and leaped onto the glass Sang-woo was standing on, forcing him to move some to the side.

“What are you doing?” He brashly asked.

“We're running out of time.” You paused, “I’ll go.”

“No,” Sang-woo answered without hesitation. “You’re staying put, he’s going.” Sang-woo had always admired your bravery and determination when you knew each other back then, but now was not the time.

You looked at him “We don't have time to argue, we all need to live”

At that 13 stood up in expectation that you would join him to further jump on one of the last glass panels.

“You’re not moving,” Sang-woo directed at you, and then pointed at the man in front of him. “JUST GO!”

Number 13 stuttered at Sang-woo’s volume. Eyes glancing between you and Sang-woo. “They- They said they would-”

Sang-woo didn’t bother to listen to the man’s excuse for staying in place. He forcefully shoved him backward, the man breaking the tempered glass in front of him on the way down. Shortly afterward you could hear his body hit the bottom.

“GO!” Sang-woo yelled in your ear.

Mostly in fear of the man beside you, and the time running out, you quickly jumped across the last remaining glass to the end. Sang-woo and the other two followed just as briskly before the time hit zero.

Just when you thought you were safe after the clock stopped you heard glass shatter. You turned your head to see the glass panels explode before you, and in retaliation you tried to shield your body from the impending glass shards.

But it was not enough. A good sized chunk pierced you right in the side. You didn’t feel the pain much at first, but you could definitely tell it was deep. Deep enough to possibly kill you.

...

Later, when you all arrived back to your shared chamber, You could hear Gi-hun argue with Sang-woo about how he murdered the man. But you were too tired, and in too much pain to care. You quickly noticed and accepted that there were four beds left, one for each person, and quickly claimed one to sit and wait.

But in not much time some guards entered and offered you all “gifts.” You quickly took this opportunity to check your wound, and hurried to the women’s restroom.

When you entered the women’s restroom, you wasted no time removing your shirt to inspect the wound. You looked bad, even worse than you thought, and you had to suppress a gag. You were never good with bloody injuries, but thankfully, surviving all previous games toughed you up a bit.

You bit into your shirt and prepared to carefully remove the glass shard.

When you yanked it out you let out a pained yell, clenching your teeth hard around the shirt, but it was muffled.

Now, the blood wasn’t being stopped by the glass and it was leaking at a fast pace down your side and onto the sink.

You took your shirt and wrapped it around the lower part of your torso where the wound was, and knotted it tight, eliciting another groan of pain from you.

You hoped that was enough to stop the bleeding and leaned against the cold mirror to catch your breath. Closing your eyes, you tried to think of good memories, something to distract you because the pain was almost unbearable.

Not long afterward, you faintly heard the door to the women’s restroom open.

You pried open one eye to catch Sae-byeok carrying the “gift” box. She was walking toward you.

You could only imagine the sight. Blood covering the sink and the floor beneath it. Some on the mirror, but mostly soaking your clothes. And you, clutching your wound and panting like you ran a couple miles.

“What happened?” you heard her monotone voice say.

“I-” your voice held a considerable amount of pain. “Some of the glass got me in my...side”

Sae-byeok nodded and for a while it was silent.

You knew what she was thinking. You were hurt. Badly hurt. If the last game was physical, there was no chance of your survival. In fact, you probably weren’t going to last the night. At this rate you were done. You were finished.

“Do you need help?” She asked quietly. “The gift was some clothes.”

You nodded. And She took out your suit and helped you change. If one person was going to leave this place, whoever it may be, you really hoped it was her.

“Sae-byeok…” you started. “ I hope that… when you get out-”

“I'm done” she cut you off. “You should leave, if you stay here too long the guards will get suspicious”

You slowly nodded before half limping away, but before you left you turned to her. “Thank you” You said, and exited the bathroom.

Sae-byeok continued to stare at the ground from when she was tying your shoelaces. She didn’t want to lose another nice person. She didn’t want to get close to anyone else. Not after her…

...

When you all returned, the chamber had changed. There was a square shaped long dining table in the middle of it, the table was decorated fancily, and there were even candles and steak to eat.

You were ushered by guards to your assigned place to sit and then, after sometime you were left to yourself.

In normal situations, this could be seen as a nice, classy, even romantic atmosphere to eat. You would normally dig in, but right now. You felt too uncomfortable to eat, let aloe sit. And the atmosphere was tense, unsettling. Gi-hun was obviously still angry, and Sae-byeok’s mood was somber.

Then, almost hesitantly, Sang-woo was the first one to touch his food and eat. And the rest of you began too.

You could tell, even throughout eating, everyone was wary of each other. Of course, Gi-hun and Saebyeok had trust between each other, and they both also trusted you. So really, Sang-woo was the only one to be anxious about, and there were heavily uneven opposing sides. But part of you still believed in him. Part of you still believed in everyone, but mostly in him.

Sang-woo was never a bad person. Ever since the day you had met him you knew he had a humble soul, and you always understood and helped him, and he in turn, helped you. The last thing you wanted was to side with him and fight against Gi-hun and Sae-byeok, but maybe you could see if all four of you could work together in the last game. If you made it long enough…

But as the guards cleared the tables and cleaned up you felt worse and worse about it. Especially when one layed a single steak knife in front of you and to the rest. You knew what they were doing. They were setting you all up to kill each other before the next game!

...

A lot of time passed before anything happened. Everything was quiet in the Chamber room. No one had anything to say, but everyone knew not to fall asleep.

Earlier, Gi-hun had visited Sae-byeok’s bed, probably to discuss something about the next game. So it left you and Sang-woo alone on the other side of the large room.

It was extremely hard to stay awake, in fact, you were constantly fighting just to keep your eyes open, so you figured standing would be better.

You could see through the dim light that Sang-woo was having a hard time staying awake as well. And apparently you weren’t the only one who noticed this because you saw Gi-hun stalk toward him, just a bit, with the steak knife in his hands.

You didn’t want another murder, especially not on Sang-woo, so you (as fast as you could) limped over to Sang-woo’s cot.

There he was, sitting up, using the wall to support himself. His head was hanging and you could see the steak knife slip out of his hand and land on his mattress.

“Sang-woo” You said softly. Constantly adjusting your stance to accommodate the pain. “Sang-woo”

He slowly opened his eyes and panicked. Snatching the knife and holding it in a defensive position. His eyes looked crazy, completely different to the way you remember all those years ago.

“Sang-woo, it's me. I'm not here to kill you.”

He was still anxious, and it broke your heart to know he didn’t trust you.

“You were about to fall asleep. I didn’t want you to get hurt” You said truthfully.

“Where’s your knife?” He asked bluntly.

“I have it right here” You said as you pulled it from your pocket. “But I have no intention of using this” and you threw it far away, in the direction of your bed.

Sang-woo watched it clatter near the foot of your bed, and his attention was back on you. He calmed down, and remembered who he was talking to. He lowered his arm and released some tension.

“Can I sit down?” You asked, and motioned toward his bed.

He slowly nodded. He was more scared as to why you wanted to sit with him.

“Thanks” You answered and slowly sat down, to minimize the pain. But of course when you finally relaxed on the mattress you let out a groan of pain. This did not go unnoticed by Sang-woo, but he didn’t want to say anything, afraid of what he, himself, might do if he DID know you were injured.

“Why?” you asked simply. You were still thinking about what he did in the last game.

He hesitated before answering. He looked up at you but also caught Gi-hun and Sae-byeok staring at the both of you from across the chamber.

“It was the only way. He wouldn’t move-”

“That isn’t true, I could've gone. I wanted to go”

He sighed and put his knife somewhere behind him rather than in his hand.

“I couldn’t let you do that” He almost whispered, ignoring the question.

You both sat in silence. You didn’t want to argue with him.

“You…” he quietly uttered. “You mean a lot to me, I didn’t want to see you dead”

You couldn’t respond. You appreciated his concern, but murder is murder, and you weren’t easily forgiving that.

“You mean lots to me too, But I don’t know if I can forgive you.”

He nodded. “I… understand”

Not too long after, your vision went black for a second. And you swayed a bit in place. He instinctively reached out to balance you, but you swatted his hands away with whatever strength you had left.

“Please, I don’t need it. I’m fine.” but both of you knew you were lying. And he finally noticed the red coating the white button up underneath your coat.

“You’re hurt” He stated. And ignored your protests and laid you down, getting up in the process and moving his knife so you could lie down.

“Sang-woo...Listen” You spoke. Halting his movements to make you comfortable. “I’ll probably not make it to the end, my father depends on me back home. Please help him for me. Tell him I sent you.”

But Sang-woo was still silent. You thought he was listening but his thoughts were far elsewhere.

“Sang-woo…” you called, your voice pained, “Sang-woo?”

His eyes were frantic. You had never seen him so upset and unsettled.

You could feel yourself drift away. Your eyes were not focusing and you felt so, so heavy. Your eyes closed and you stilled.

But then, You could hear yelling. And all of a sudden, something plunged into the side of your neck.

Your eyes opened wide and at first you saw Sang-woo, he was holding himself above you. But then you saw his arm, and his hand.

He had stabbed the knife to hilt in your throat. And red covered your vision. You saw red on him. And then with one choked sob, your eyes lost that spark, and you died.

Gi-hun had seen it. He was worried about you the moment he saw you walk over to him. But he was also confused. How could you trust that bastard?

And now you were dead. He had seen Sang-woo lay you down, lean over you, and stab you. He was a cold hearted murderer. And as soon as he saw you faint he was running in your direction.

“SANG-WOO!” Gi-hun screamed in anger.

But Sang-woo didn't answer. He was still staring at you, holding you cheek. Your blood staining his face and hands.

Once Gi-hun reached you, He shoved Sang-woo off of you, and leaned over to look. You were really dead. And as if to prove it, the lights turned on and the door to the chamber opened.

Masked guards walked in with a coffin. And walked over to take your limp, lifeless body away.

Gi-hun finally looked up to see Sang-woo’s expressionless face. Sang-woo looked more tired than anything else.

“You!” Gi-hun got up. “You monster! You were friends!”

Yet Sang-woo continued to stay silent.

Gi-hun raised his knife, aiming to strike Sang-woo, but a guard pushed him away and restrained him.

Another guard shoved Sang-woo away with the end of their gun. As Gi-hun continued to yell and scream at Sang-woo, Sang-woo watched as they took your body away, probably to be disposed of, he wouldn’t know.

In truth, he didn’t know why he did it. You were going to die anyway. It was like an urge he couldn’t control. He would go his whole life not knowing why, but out of all the people he killed. Either outright or in the games to win. Yours hurt the worst. And he would probably think about you, until the day he died.

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once again, please tell me if I made any mistakes. and please no hate, just constructive criticism :’) thx

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grventea · 3 years

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Okok so I've become obsessed with him so I have a request!!

Sangwoo with a pregnant s/o and how he is with the baby :)

ok you guys need help

order up! also sorry im on and off with tumblr atm

Sangwoo with a pregnant s/o headcanons

how do I even write this tbh HE KILLS PEOPLE NOT MAKES EM

protective.

that's like the main thing I have to say here

if someone even looks at you for too long their on the news the next day

keeps a hand on your stomach as much as he can

also keeps a hand on your ass because that's how he is

will let you do some work but not too much he doesn't want you to "overwork yourself with the baby" like you just bent down to pick something up m4n

doesn't care what gender the baby is at all just wants it to be here already

the 9 month is so bad for him like

what if you just pop when he's killing someone!??!

when the baby is born though he takes everything right back

"Shut it up please."

he loves the baby i swear but sometimes-

if the baby ever cries in the middle of the night he won't let you take care of it

"You lay right back down or so help me god."

"But-"

"But shut the fuck up babe."

he loves going somewhere and people look at you and him with the baby

he's thinking like 'yeah I did that'

that's all i can think of bye LMFAO anyways enjoy uhhhhhhh see you guys in like a week :catemoji:

eat and drink water

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gurlbesimpin · 2 years

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Hello, I hope you have a speedy recovery. I want to request sangwoo x wife doing the first smut thing which is the first-timer for his wife but not for him who has previously pro with his ex. Thank you so much!

thank you! i'm feeling a lot better <3

warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst, fingering, masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie

requested: yes

pairing: sangwoo x fem!reader

oldie but a goldie (sangwoo x fem!reader)

"are you sure darling?"

your husband asked, as his large hands rested on the hem of your panties. He arrived from work a few minutes ago, and a simple makeout progressed into something more. Both of your bodies sweating, filled with lust. However, you were nervous. It was your first time... espicially your first time with HIM, and you were afraid to mess it up somehow.

"yes baby"

you mumbled as you looked up at him through hooded eyes. His wicked smirk sent shivers down your spine as he gently tugged your panties down. As the cold air hit your gleaming sex, your hips gently thrusted up into the air.

You ran your fingers along your husband's bare chest, making his muscles flex. His fingers danced around the inside of your thigh, making you grow needier for him with each second passing.

"baby please-"

you whined in protest of his teasing, as he used his other hand resting beside your head (keeping himself up), to pin your hands above your head as he continued to frustrate you-

"awww so desperate darling?"

He knew how to make you turn into mush with just his words, he was incredibly skillful at what he did, which gave you hope for the night.

"yes- yes plase sangwoo.... please!"

you practically screamed, making him gasp in surprise. He has never seen this side of you, and he was extremly shocked at how desperate you have grown in such a short time. Finally, finally his fingers sank into your soaking mound. Your back arched on the bed as his index 'n middle finger rubbed your clit in steady figure eights.

Your head flew back, as you let out a loud, desperate moan. Sangwoo sped up his pace, eventually slowing it down, just to repeat his actions. His brown eyes were staring into yours, carefully studying your reactions to his movements. He was nervous he would mess this up, not like he'd ever admit it-

"so desperate hmm?"

he groaned into your ear as he began sending soft kisses along your neck, occaisionally biting down onto your sensitive skin.

"yes-"

you maneged to cry out, caught up in the pleasure he bestowed upon you. You wished you could stay like this forever, stay in this intimate moment with the love of your life.

Your hips gently began grinding against his touch, trying to cause more friction, and make his hands veture further. He chuckled at your pathetic attempt, as he rose from your neck.

"someone is becoming inpatient"

he stated, as he removed both of his hands from you, leaving you a whining desperate mess on the bed. Perfectly spread befoer him.

"just fuck me already-"

you pouted, causing his dick to twitch within the confinement of boxer briefs. Briefly looking into your eyes, his hands flew to his shorts, pulling them down. You moaned as his long, hard cock sprang free, the tip leaking precum. There was no denying, he was large. Bold veins running along his thick dick, his balls shaved to perfection.

"you want it so badly, don't you babygirl?"

he groaned, as he lined himself up with your soaking core.

Nodding perfusely, sangwoo seemed dissapointed.

"use your words darling"

"yes, yes please- please give it to me"

you whined, becoming more impatient by the second. As his cock rubbed agianst your entrance, you held back a moan, not wanting to seem pathetic or overly desperate. Despite this, he knew how much you wanted his cock, how badly you needed him to fuck you, take you.

"ready sweetheart?"

he asked, as he placed both of his hands on either side on you.

"yes-"

With that, he slowly entered your soaking cunt. You let out a moan as sangwoo squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying the way you clenched around him. Slowly pulling out, he entered again, before repeating his slow and steady rhythim.

"fuck baby-"

he groaned, as his hand wandered to your aching clit again, rubbing it quickly as his pace sped up slightly with each thrust of his his hips. As you opened your eyes, you watched as his scanned your body, before your gaze met his. He couldn't help but smile at your beauty. Suddently his thick cock directly hit your cervix, making you let out a loud moan.

"right there-"

you cried out, and sangwoo took this statement and did exactly as requested. The tip of his dick continuing to hit all the right places as his fingers worked their magic on your clit.

The two sensation quickly sent you towards your orgasm as you felt that familiar knot in yout stomach beginning to come loose. However, you didn't have to tell him, he could feel it-

"shit baby-"

he cursed, still snapping his hips. Skin slapping on skin intermixed with moans filled the room, as the both of you inched closer to your highs. Your legs began to slightly shake which was all sangwoo had to see before knowing, you were nearly there.

"fuuck-"

you cried out, as sangwoo leaned down, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his shouders as he continued his addictive motions on your body.

"i'm coming-"

you whined, as sangwoo slipped his tongue into your mouth for a steamy open mouth kiss. This didn't last long as your legs violently shook and back arched off the hard mattress. With a scream of his name, you came. Your juices squirting onto him.

With a few more thrusts, sangwoo bit down on your neck once again, as his body stiffened. After pumping his hot load into you, he opened his eyes, looking at your fuckedout state. Your hands fell on either side on you, as your back hit the mattress again.

Staring into his eyes, you smiled. Wider than ever.

"goddamn-"

you mumbled, granting a laugh from your husband. he gently pulled out, swallowing hard as he watched his seed seep out of your cunt.

"you alright sweetheart?"

he asked as he laid down beside you, cupping your face with his large hand. Instead of answering, you kissed his forehead, smiling once again.

"i take that as a yes?"

he asked. Now it was your turn to laugh at his dorky comment.

"yes. yes indeed"

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