#killer paradox

[lvcielxavier]

SHAMAN ROH JAEWON ?!?! LESSGOOOGGG(i can smell the fics from afar)

Ran to watch it the moment it dropped

Drama series: If Wishes Could Kill

[morevnamorya]

Happy Birthday gorgeous 🎊🎂🥳

[juliettejwnewinesa]

So so so this request is going to be interesting because this will not be about weak hero or ahn su-ho

would you like to try something new?

This is completely up to

Do you know Choi Woo-shik? Can you do one of his works like

Parasite ki woo x reader

Time to Hunt ki-hoon x reader

A Killer Paradox Lee tang x reader

You can do any of them there all kind of sociopath or a psychopath

This one is up to you have fun love your work

Bloodlines

Lee Tang x Reader — A Dark, Psychological Romance

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You’d never imagined that standing beside him in the quiet moments—the cold, the stillness—would come to feel like the edge of a blade pressed gently against your throat. Like every breath could be your last. But here you were, tangled in a web of fractured loyalty, craving the danger he embodied.

Lee Tang was a contradiction. A soft-spoken ghost in the daylight, someone you could talk to about nonsense and awkward smiles. But when the night came, something in his eyes flickered—sharp, hungry, untethered.

It started small. The way his hand lingered just a second too long on your wrist, fingers tightening in silent command. The way his voice dropped low, threading through your skin like a cold whisper.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said once, the words smooth but empty, like velvet wrapped over steel. Yet you were afraid. Afraid of what he was capable of, and terrified because, somehow, you wanted him to be capable of everything.

The world had made him this way, you knew. Broken promises, blood debts, and nights where violence was the only language he spoke. But he never told you why. Instead, he showed you. Small acts at first—a bruise you didn’t ask about, a silence that screamed louder than words.

When he finally let you in, the door slammed shut behind you.

You were in his apartment when it happened.

The air thickened, electric and suffocating. His gaze darkened as he traced the scar along his palm—a relic from a past he buried but never escaped. “You trust me,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “I need to see.”

Your heartbeat thundered as he pulled you close, breath hot against your neck. His hands were gentle but insistent, like a promise and a warning all at once.

The kiss started soft, hesitant—then broke apart into something desperate and consuming. His teeth grazed your skin, a warning and a confession. You melted into him, craving the fire beneath his touch even as it scorched.

He was a storm you could neither predict nor outrun.

Some nights, he was tender—brushing hair from your face, whispering your name like a prayer. Other nights, he was wild, raw, the line between love and violence blurring until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

The world outside was crumbling, but inside that chaotic sphere, you were his. Bloodbound, scarred, addicted.

“Promise me,” he said once, voice cracked but firm, “you won’t leave. Not now. Not ever.”

And you didn’t.

Because in the darkness of Lee Tang’s world, you found your own light—even if it meant burning alive.

author's note: sorry if this is a little short lmao ill do better next time

[taebendis]

[muntitled]

Yes I would still love the Lee tang smut!!

Convenience Store Guy

Summary: Confronting your coworker about the weird messages you've received doesn't go as planned.

Warnings: Language, Dark Themes, Stalking, Threats, Slight!DeadDove, Gaslighting, Convenience store era cus that was the best, Unstable Tang, Smut 18+ (Minors DNI) Rough Sex, Choking, Degradation Kink, Kinda Virgin!Tang, Dom!Tang

Stalking is bad. If someone is Stalking you, 100% don't do what y/n does, please.

The more he spoke to you, the more he found it increasingly difficult to act like a good person.

“And guess what else?” The chill in your voice has nothing to do with the oppressive winter weather.

“You're pregnant.” your co-worker says.

You laugh and he laughs because you laugh.

It took a certain level of skill, Lee Tang likes to admit - being able to time exactly when you’d crane your neck back, letting your complaints reach the artificial fluorescents while he lowered his incriminating eyes to your cleavage.

“Remember that unknown number I told you about? The one that kept sending all the weird messages?” Tang hums, bopping his head as he slyly adjusts the front of his jeans, obscured by the counter.

“Shit, don't tell me you got another one,'' As the words leave his mouth, you're already handing your phone to him.

“This was sent to me last night,” You say, swinging your head away from the cash register and towards the wide windows displaying the night beyond. Anyone out there could be the person terrorising you. Anyone could be out to get you.

The text simply and succinctly read:

Wear the same colour tomorrow.

And while Lee Tang attempted to feign uncomfortable ignorance (as one might when your coworker tells you she might be getting stalked), he couldn't help but notice that you were, in fact wearing the same colour. Bright yellow.

For some inexplicable reason… you listened.

“What were you wearing?”

He already knew.

“Is that important?” You step aside, making way for the final customer to be rung up. All the while, Tang nurses an even bigger boner than before.

He did not… exactly intend for his moves to get so bold but texting you and having you listen to hus demands… the demands of a stranger… the whole thing is something akin to shooting pure heroin straight into a fresh vein.

Perhaps you weren't so innocent in the exchange.

“That's not important,” You say quietly before swinging your head towards him again, “I thought we should focus on the very real fact that I might have a stalker?”

“Maybe you should respond to the poor guy and see what he has to say- that'll be ₩5000,” While Tang entertains his customer, you immediately grab your phone before stuffing it into your back pocket. The convenience store buzzes with the exit of the final customer.

“Because entertaining a stalker is exactly what they tell us to do,” you accompany your sentence with a small eye roll.

“We don't know if it's a stalker.” Tang didn't like that term. He'd much rather prefer ‘walking you home from a distance,’

“All this guy has done so far is send a couple weird messages.”

Not a stalker. Not a stalker. Not a stalker.

“Why don't you just block him?”

You'd think by the self gratification in this voice that Tang solved world hunger. You let him dwell in his ignorance, partly because you were afraid to dissect how deep this iceberg went.

You were afraid to admit that you had already blocked the Private number… twice.

Initially you had hoped the messages were the effects of some virus, but they kept getting worse by the second.

[17:59] Just wanted to know if you've had a nice day? :)

[20:22] My cat’s sick. Idk what's wrong with her.

[20:23] I don't have a cat lol

[22:23] Where'd you get your cat?

[01:00] I love talking to you

[01:05] You're so fucking hot

[02:03] I love you

You were afraid to admit that you waited for his message at the end of every long monotonous day.

While you wrestle will all sorts of the moral implications that came with enabling you stalker, Tang couldn't take his eyes off your dress.

Had you really worn the dress for him?

Tang couldn't suspend disbelief even for a millisecond to imagine a world in which that was possible. When he sent that message, he obviously didn't expect a response.

He always believed he was nothing but a fragment of furniture in the workings of your life.

The convenience store guy you occasional spoke to.

Everything began to feel more and more brighter in your presence. The clinical musk that hung in the convenient store began to smell more and more like jasmine and time seemed to grow wings and take off whenever you swung by, chatting his ear off about your latest inconvenience.

One moment you were an irritation, the next Tang found himself seated at his desk, surrounded by a halo of used tissues while habitually scouting out porn where the campy lead actress resembled you more and more. He found it concerningly easy to get off when your eyes, your smile and those beautiful fucking tits were clouding his mind eye.

It was around this time when he started walking you home.

For a while, a vaguely heavy silence sits in between you two. Tang, with his head bowed, chooses to ruminate in an emotion very new and complex to him…guilt.

He is completely unaware that you're watching him, until you sigh loudly. “You know… you could at least try to sound convincing,” your words cause his neck to snap up and he watches with wide eyes as you round the counter, dragging your finger against the cold surface.

“I think I'd find it way more endearing if you don't try to lie to me, Tang.” You're walking closer and closer and he feels like his entire mental state has imploded on itself.

“Fuck, I'm going mental,” he screws his eyes shut and pats his cheeks rather hard. When he opens them, youre still there. His breathing picks up as your warmth penetrates the radius surrounding his flustered, agitated body and Tang immediately sends a worried gaze up to the CCTV nestled in the corner above.

“Some girls respond better to just being asked out.”

A billion lies try to flash across his mind's eye. Anything that might get him out of this situation unscathed. He comes up empty. Eventually, all Lee Tang is capable of, is a droop in his shoulders as he asks, “Are you going to call the cops?”

You don't respond immediately. Choosing, instead, slide your finger over his on the counter. Your warm hands encircling his had the power to knock the very life out of him.

“I should call the cops,” you state very gravely,” you look up at him with a grim sort of fascination.

Lee Tang has mentally checked out. His droopy, ringed eyes are stationed on your lips alone.

“You really should.” He says, before bending down ever so slowly as if to bridge the gap between both of your lips.

“You're sick, you know that? You had me fearing for my fucking life,” You're whispering. Why are you whispering?

“Don't say shit like that,” he whispers back.

“Why?”

Almost before he can talk himself out of it, Lee Tang grabs ahold of your hand, the one stationed on his own and he presses your palm directly onto his bulge. His eyes nearly roll back at the warmth of your small little hand alone and you watch, absolutely mesmerised as he begins to rub your palm up and down and up and down.

“Wait-”

“No.” He states, before motioning to bend down and kiss you, but before he can, you stop him with a hand against his chest.

There it was. That all too familiar pang of rejection. That nauseating, acidic feeling that ate away at his insides.

It made him want to hurt you.

How dare you try to stop him?

How dare you bring him this far, only to take it all away?

How dare you?

“Wait.”

“What?” Your eyes widen at the slightly louder quality in his tone. Sensing that you might have disrupted something that was well on its way to blossoming, you're quick to try and appease his nerves. You watch the conflict in his eyes dissipate and when you step closer towards him, your front pressed against his as you whisper in his ear, “Not here,” before spinning around, in the direction of the break room. It takes a moment for his brain to process your words, but when they do, he's ambling his way onwards, away from CCTV.

The very second he shuts the door to the break room, he's charging at you in a quick, frantic gait.

You're only allowed to feel nervous for a total of 5 seconds before he's pushing you against the wall, forcing his tongue down your throat as if it were his first kiss. His movements are jilted and frantic and so incredibly messy. If it were anyone else you might have been disgusted by his haste only proves to be contagious. You can feel it rubbing off on you with the way you mewl against his mouth, shoving your fingers into his mop of dark, unkempt hair.

“You're so perfect to me, F-Fuck,” he whispers in between kisses. He never strayed too far. Your lips stayed connected by a line of saliva. You were both absolutely wrecked.

“So, long…” he whispers, before shoving his hand over your boobs and squeezing, “I've thought about this for so fucking long. I've jerked off to you for so fucking long- I just-” He breathes out, before flattening his thumb against your pebbled, clothed nipples, “I've always fucking wanted you,”

“How long?”

“Since I saw you,” he whispers before dipping his head in between the crook of your neck. Instead of splaying lazy kisses there, you gasp at the sound of him completely inhaling you. “F-Fuck…” he whispers before pulling back, enough to fiddle with his belt, “I need to fuck you,” he simply and succinctly says before bringing his other hand up to your collar. “You're not gonna go anywhere, yeah?” As he asks this, he curls his fingers around your throat, alluding to the real and very daunting fact that he wouldn't allow you to go, even if you wanted to…

“I'm not going anywhere,” you attempt to coax him yet again but he still keeps a firm grip around your throat as he slides, quite sloppily into your slippery cunt. Now his eyes roll back and he exhales the biggest groan he's ever let out. “I already know I'm not gonna fucking last,” with his free hand he swipes his fingers across your clit, stimulating you to the highest level as you whine and mewl into the air.

“So long,” he continues muttering as he ruts into you, “ s-so fucking long… s-so tight. You're too tight-”

You're caught in the throes of the pleasure of being fucked so throughly and so roughly that you completely miss his question.

“Hey?” He says all too quietly while slapping continuously at the side of your cheek as if trying to bring you back down to earth, “You're such a slut you didn't even hear what I asked you?”

You manage to shake your head.

“I asked if you were a virgin.”

You stilled at the question, sensing that you were walking on dangerous ground. Which, you were realising is a norm around this guy. While you were thinking you had to choose your words correctly, Tang dips his head in between your neck and shoulder once more.

“Doesn't matter,” He ruts against you, feeling himself get closer and closer as his grip on your neck becomes tight.

“I'll kill him-” and for some inexplicable reason you cum at that very moment. Your moans reach the dusty ceiling and you fall apart against him so absolutely.

“You're gonna make m-me-” He's already cumming inside you, all while completely cutting off the air to your lungs. He watches you through his spell of pleasure as you claw at his hand and it only makes him cum harder.

“F-Fuck,” he whispers when he empties the last of his seed inside your weeping cunt. You gasp for all the air you were deprived of and he watches with morbid curiosity as life flows back into your eyes.

“That was way better than porn.” Now that he had you, he didn't plan on ever letting you go.

[sombrashe]

can you make a fic abt ha sangmin from a killers paradox there like lil to none fics abt him

tw stalking

note sorry this is so short / ive never actually watched a killer paradox so i hope i have able to write him correctly 🙂‍↕️

the second he saw you he knew he had to have you. in every sense of the word. needed to smell you when you woke up, needed to feel your warmth when he fell asleep, needed to see your face when... well. you were a new hire at the coffee shop he frequented. just a random picked off the street because you knew how to follow instructions. a foreigner here on a school visa just trying to make ends meet. a person just going through the motions.

"Small, hot, 2 creams."

"Alright, anything else for you today?"

"That's all."

this went on for week, one small coffee always made the same way. your hands working to make it perfect, just for him. each time you hand it over his fingers graze yours, and each time his heart thumps annoyingly in his chest. of course you have no idea, your smile never faltering and your voice syrupy sweet. he watches you after work, that stupid vape always in your hand as you walk to your car. his shirt pressed and his shoes perfectly polished as he sinks lower into his seat. the view of you slowly becoming less and less enough.

"Hey, you're that barista, right? Beans Beans?"

"Yeah. Small, hot, 2 creams, right?"

he was lucky, to have found you. to see you during a daily run through the jung district. sunlight harsh on your eyes as you cover your forehead. you give him that customer service smile, your face softer as it becomes genuine. shifting on your feet, he thinks you'll run off right then and there. leave him behind as you continue your routine. instead your feet stay planted despite the small movements and sways as you talk.

"You always look so fancy. Where do you work?"

he smiles at you, your korean was tolerable. some words come out wrong or confusing, but he simply smiles and continues.

"Some car company, it's pretty boring."

"I'd still like to know."

"Hyundai Motor. It's monotonous. Same shit, different day."

"Oh, like those suvs? I used to have one before I moved here. It was nice, leather seats that you could warm up. I miss it."

"Exactly. Have you been able to get another one?"

"I think it's a Ford, i don't know. It's my roommates car. I just borrow it for work and school."

"What do you go to school for?"

"I'm here to be an english school teacher, I'm hoping to move here permanently in a few years."

"After your Korean gets better?"

"Is it really that bad?"

"It can always be better. You seem to understand it fine, it's just your phonics are off."

"I could always use a teacher, mine are all busy half the time." he doesn't respond, just stares at you for a few beats.

"Sorry, that was way too forward of me."

"Not at all," he gives you a small smile. "I could teach you."

"Really? That's awesome! Here."

you fish your phone out of your pocket and click it open. unlocking it you pull up your contacts and hand the phone over to him.

"Put your number in."

he take it, his fingers brushing against yours. so pretty. typing in his number he sends himself a message before handing it back. you smile and slide your phone back into your pocket. rubbing your hands together you give a quick clap.

"Thank you for the help, well pre thank you. I have to go, but I appreciate you a lot."

you give him one last smile before running off again. he follows you with his eyes before you disappear out of view. he continues walking without a destination in mind.

[digitaljennifer]

YOU ARE TELL ME THAT NO ONE HAS WRITTEN A FANFIC ABOUT THIS MAN???? THIS IS A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY 😭

[heartlettered]

you really need to give “be melodramatic” more views it’s such a refreshing drama that i cannot stress enough we need more of these, its currently on netflix go watch it and come yap about it on social media