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iovesia · 1 year

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✧ ˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑.

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. you've been warned of the infamous baba yaga, and his sadistic ways. and now, with him exacting revenge on the people who've wronged him, there's no one left to stop him from collecting his prize— you.

—⠀੭୧⠀warnings⠀· ˚ ༘⠀f!reader. dark!john wick. extremely dubious consent. large age gap. allusion to kidnapping. canon typical violence. size kink. man handling. p in v. creampie.

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ the new and improved fic is finally here. i had to shape up and add a few scenes for my own sanity but it's finally here. please read the warnings, this is a dark fic. john is, like, slightly ooc here but it's fineee. and sidenote, this is my longest fic yet so.. — hope you enjoy ♡ !!

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"IOSEF'S DEAD."

You look up in shock, eyes widening with disbelief. “What?” you murmured in a soft voice, barely audible in the almost otherwise silent room.

“John killed him,” your bodyguard, Andrei, said bluntly. You swallow the lump in your throat as you rest your head in your hands.

“I.. I guess he got what he wanted then,” Your voice was hoarse as thousands of thoughts clouded your mind. John Wick was on the warpath. With your boyfriend dead, along with half the mob, it was only a matter of time before Viggo was buried in the ground, too.

Nobody screws over John Wick, and lives.

Almost.

YOU WERE HASTILY ESCORTED back to the Continental at the hands of the remaining living bodyguards. Locked in your room, like a dog in a cage, you stared at the dark blue ceiling and let out a shaky sigh. Iosef was dead— not that it was particularly detrimental to you.

Many would have referred to you as eye candy on his arm, rather than a girlfriend. Showering you in lavish gifts, and showing you off to the other mobsters as his prized possession; and then tossing you back in a box when he was bored of playing with you.

The minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like days. John Wick was coming, that you knew. But for what was still the mystery. Under Viggo’s strict orders, he ordered a guard to stand posted at your door. While his son was an ignorant brat who hardly bothered to connect with you beyond mediocre sex, his father almost thought of you as a daughter. Daughter he wished he had.

Bored with counting the number of windows in the apartment across from your hotel room, you decided to take a shower to calm your nerves. The sound of the water pounding against the tiles drowned out the noise of the outside world. You closed your eyes and let the warmth envelop you.

“Iosef, maybe if you just apologised—”

“Are you crazy? Apologise? That is your big solution?!” The blonde haired prick snapped at you, eyes crazed with fear as he hurriedly searched for his gun. “Glupaya suka.. Try to apologise to John fucking Wick, you might as well just throw yourself to slaughter.”

“Fucking asshole,” you muttered to yourself, sharply exhaling.

YOU'VE ONLY HAD the pleasure of seeing the infamous Baba Yaga a handful of times, and meeting him only once.

Four years ago. At one of Viggo’s extravaganza’s, a place filled with all the blood thirstiest associates of New York city, you managed to snag yourself an invite to the event. Being Iosef’s newest ‘conquest’, freshly nineteen and completely new to the underworld syndicate; you were the pure soul among a sea of the damned.

“Who is that?” you whisper into Iosef’s ear, gesturing to Viggo and the circle of men around him. Iosef turns to look where you’re staring, and rolls his eyes at the sight.

“John Wick,” he answers with an unimpressed scoff. You don’t miss the way he holds your hand tighter when the infamous assassin turns his glance towards you two. His darkened stare pierced into yours, and you quickly look away. A feeling of warmth washed over your cheeks as Iosef began to walk towards the group, pulling your arm to follow him.

“Iosef! There you are!” Viggo exclaimed, gesturing towards his son and you. Although you were focused on the older man’s words, you couldn’t help but feel a gaze fixated on you. “My dear, I don’t believe you two have met,” Viggo’s words snap you out of the trance, and you turn your head to the side, taking in the notorious assassin up close. His tall frame clad in a sleek, dark suit that seemed to swallow up the light around him.

“This is-”

“Wick,” his low, gruff voice speaks as he reaches for your free hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. “John Wick.”

You try to contain the grin growing on your face by pulling your lower lip in between your teeth. You couldn’t ignore the sudden spark that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You were enamoured by the mysterious man, and he’s said all of three words to you.

As the evening progressed, you constantly felt the older man’s eyes following you. Occasionally you turned your head to the side and would catch him facing directly at you, only intriguing you more. You and Iosef were just about to leave when you excused yourself to the restroom.

Being the unattentive, doe eyed little thing that you were, you gasped when your face bumped against a hard chest, making you jump back a little. Apologies spew from your lips as you glanced upwards to match the face to the toned figure— immediately shutting you up.

John towered over you, a few strands of his black locks hung in front of his face as he craned his neck down at you. In the narrow hallway to the restroom, you realised there wasn’t enough space to slide past him. Before you could say anything, a pair of hands hug your waist, and John gently turns you to the side, allowing himself to pass by you. Only for a brief moment did his skin meet yours— and how you wished he didn’t let go.

THE SOOTHING WARM WATER was now scorching your skin, as you switched the valve off. Wrapping the soft towel around your wet body, you exited the bathroom.

Standing in front of your dresser, you scavenged to find anything relatively nice looking. Maybe you weren’t allowed to leave the Continental, but surely you could at least mingle at the bar. With furrowed brows, you held two different tops to your chest, focused on your reflection.

Until your eyes met another pair in the mirror.

“What the—” your head whipped behind you, simultaneously dropping the pieces of clothes to the floor as you bumped back against the mirror. You were a deer frozen in headlights. Goosebumps flourishing on your still damp skin, the draft from the window sending chills down your spine.

You watched carefully, the pair of eyes revealing its owner as he arose from the shadows of your room, making your heart drop.

“Wick,” was nothing but a whisper when it fell from your mouth.

“H-How did you get in here?” your breath shallow and your palms began to sweat as you carefully moved to stand in front of your dresser, hands desperately reaching behind your back for anything that could be used as a weapon. John ignores your question, only to slowly creep closer to you.

“Andrei, help!” You cry out, the shrill in your voice echoing off the walls. John purses his lips, taking another menacing step towards you. “Andrei—”

“He’s not gonna help you, little lamb.”

“Andrei!” You continue screaming, praying at any moment he will barge through the doors to rescue you. Your gaze switching between the exit and the assassin in front of you, you contemplate making a run for it.

Stupidly enough, your feet pound against the wooden floor, and with frightened determination, you rush towards the door. Dodging the small nightstand, you nearly trip over your feet before a sudden tug on your towel whirls you back. With a loud yelp, your back collides with the floor and a pain shoots through your side— you can already picture the bruise forming.

“Tsk, you’re gonna have to be quicker than that,” he tuts, before grabbing a hold of both your forearms and lifting you up with ease, like a ragdoll. Your hands immediately reached for your slipping towel, which nearly exposed your breasts. Pulling them up, you silently prayed for anyone in the Continental to have heard the ruckus.

“Where’s Andrei?..” Your words come out in a hushed tone, almost as if you're speaking to yourself rather than to anyone else. “What did you do to him?”

“Not important,” he replies curtly.

“I-It’s against the rules, you couldn’t have killed him—”

“It’s also against the rules to steal another man’s car, and kill his fucking dog,” he sneers in your face, his warm breath hitting your face as you squeeze your eyes shut. The terror paralyzed you and your lips quivered, the sting in your eyes ever growing.

“Let me go! Please, I haven’t done anything,” you beg pathetically. John releases you from his grasp, pushing you towards the satin covered bed. You stumble, holding tightly onto your dirty towel for a source of comfort, cowering under his intense glare as he circled you. Like a predator about to devour his prey.

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

“Neither did Daisy,” he cocks a brow, pain seeping into his voice at the mention of his beloved pet. “Neither did Helen. Innocents get screwed over all the time, what’s one more?”

“Look, John. I’m really sorry for what happened—”

“You will be.”

Your eyes widened, and your throat went dry as you allowed the tears to brim your waterline. You gripped tightly at the top of your towel, holding it closer to you while you tried to maintain some dignity.

John approaches you, standing a mere few inches from your shuddering figure. Your breath hitched as his calloused hand reached for your face, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The assassin was towering over you, his cold eyes scanning over every inch of your body— making you all the more humiliated.

“It’s true what they say..” he mutters, his husky voice hitting your ears. “You really are the prettiest thing in New York.” His hand trailed down from your face, dragging along your shoulder blades, getting lower.. and lower… and low-

“What are you doing?” the words come out like a broken record player. If he planned to strangle you as a means to kill you— you prayed it would be quick. Your skin erupts in goosebumps, like a thousand tiny needles pricking at you, when John’s other hand connects with your side, steadily tugging the towel down.

“Looking at you. Touching you.” An eerie silence casted upon the room when the realisation dawned in. “You looked so beautiful that night. In that dress. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.. Thinking about you.”

His words make you shiver, and your legs clench.

“Wait!” you yelp when you feel him starting to pull the top of your towel down. John inhales sharply, his patience wearing thin. There you were, under his vice grip, pleading for his mercy with those big, bambi eyes of yours. With blood rushing to his cock, and your alluring body just begging for his touch— he could hardly wait any longer.

“Do as I say.”

And you did.

Slowly moving your arm down to your side, the other arm mimicking, the towel unravelled from your body, the quiet thud of it hitting the floor made you wince. You were now completely unravelled before him. Your nipples hardened at the cool wind, and the deep breaths you were taking only accentuated your collarbones. John could tear his gaze away even if he tried, wanting to drink in every inch of your angelic form.

Suddenly, an arm swings behind your knees, causing you to swoon backwards. The soft mattress of the bed hits your back, as John holds your knees up to your chest, putting your glistening cunt on display.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this,” John huffs, a sadistic gleam in his eyes, and you nearly gasp when he slides his index and middle finger in between your slit. Letting out an inaudible whimper as he plunges his fingers deep into your hole, you pull your lower lip in between your pearly teeth.

“J-John.. fuck.”

John, once again, ignores your mewls as he removes his fingers and grabs each knee with one hand to slowly push them apart. Heat blooming in your face, you were burning with humiliation. So vulnerable, so weak… and so wet.

Your heart beats pounding loudly in your chest, you don’t even hear his belt unbuckling or his pants hitting the floor. Through blurred vision, you gazed up into his dark irises, begging for him. To stop, or to keep going, you couldn’t tell anymore.

John leans down, his hand gliding up your torso before taking a handful of your breast as the pads of his fingers tug at your sensitive nipples. His lips collided with yours unexpectedly, his tongue darting between your lips.

“Wait. John, I can’t- you’re too big-”

“For four years… I’ve waited to finally touch you again,” he mutters against your lips, rubbing his cock up and down the entrance of your pussy, teasing you with his tip. “Ever since you showed up on his arm.” Jealous leaked into his gruff voice.

“It’s not gonna fit!” You protest. The sight of his cock between his legs sent chills down your spine.

“Beg me to be gentle.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, the familiar sensation of embarrassment burning in your veins. John was determined to make every moment of this as humiliating as possible, as he drank in every little expression on your pretty face.

“Please… please be gentle with me,” you managed to stammer out.

You let out a loud mewl as John thrusts gently into you, his cock stretching out your little cunt so deliciously. Your nails were desperately clinging to John’s forearms, leaving red crescent shapes. Your breasts bounced with each hard thrust, his cock penetrating deep, his tip kissing your cervix.

“Maybe you were right.” Your neck cranes up and you catch a glimpse of his cock entering in and out of you, the small bulge in your lower stomach. Before you could speak, another high pitched moan escapes your lips when John’s fingers meet your clit, rubbing firm circles. “Think he could fuck you like this?”

You vehemently shake your head, a choked sob caught in your throat when he slams hard into you. “N-No.. mmm, fuckkk!”

“What was that? Use your words, honey” John coos, his lips to your ear as his baritone voice sends chills down your spine. The combination of his digits rubbing against your bundle of nerves along with his deep, passionate thrusts had clouded your thoughts, your mouth hung open with only sinful moans coming out. “Who do you belong to?” he purrs.

“I asked you a question, sweet girl,” he suddenly stops his movements. Your back arches, craving more of his touch and begging for release.

“You! John! You!” You whine frantically, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “Please don’t stop.��

“Since you asked so nicely,” John whispers, his large cock entering your gaping hole as your fluttering walls clench around him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you felt your core tighten. John’s groans quietly in your ear as he continues pounding into you, his balls slapping against the swell of your ass. “My good girl. Cum for me, I want the whole hotel to hear you.”

With him still torturing your clit, you jolt at the sudden slap. “Oh— Oh my god, you, John. Y-You, only you—” your mindless babbling only made the assassin smirks deviously at your state. So dumb and cockdrunk off his dick— and only him.

The overwhelming wave of pleasure floods your body as you cream on his cock. John reaches his peak, and fills your pretty cunt with his cum and he removes his hand from your clit before gripping harshly at your hip.

You pant loudly, mind running in circles as you try to catch your breath. John’s cock stayed firmly inside you, his large hand caressing your cheek and trying to get your attention back on him.

“You did so well, little lamb,” was the last thing you heard before your eyes fluttered closed, too overwhelmed to keep your tired body awake. Not that John minded— with you fast asleep, it would make bringing you home a lot easier.

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lesserafim-eden · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀ɞ ○ ִ ۫LE SSERAFIM "We’re Le Sserafim")⠀⠀⠀

Outfit | Makeup | hair style/color

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“Hello~!” An energetic greeting comes from a girl with a rosy cheeks with a bright smile, making the even staffs blush over it. Her long brown hair cascades down her back styled in a loose mermaid waves. She pushes the loose strands of hair behind her ears, bowing her head.

“I’m Eden Noelia Lee of LE SSERAFIM, born in 2003.”

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.1= What word describe you best?꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“Confident.” She answered the question while showing off her strong self-confidence. It was well known that Eden was very confident in herself and it showed in her stage performances or in her runway shows.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.2= Tidbit of the day ??꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“Tidbit? Food?” She chuckles before the producers explains further, “Ahh, something interesting happened to me recently?” She nods in understanding, intertwining her fingers together.

“Well… I got a lot of texts and calls from my friends congratulating me on debuting and wishing a successful debut for us. I’m grateful for them taking the time of their busy schedules to text me.” The smile on her lips widens at the thought.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.3= Two things you need in your bag??꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“My credit card. I love shopping.” She slapped both of her hands in excitement while answering the question and ended with in English. “Oh! Also, wherever, whenever I am, I always have my phone. I can’t survive a day without my phone, especially without listening to music because,” She effortlessly switches to English again, “Music is my life.” She shrugs her shoulders, a ting of sass in her tone. She purses her lips for a brief moment, “ Yujin and Eunchae probably chose their phones. Yujin probably chose her phone and wireless earbuds. And Eunchae probably chose her phone and lip balm.”

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.4= Food you’re into lately??꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“Kimchi Jjigae.” She answers without hesitation.

“Why?”

“I just loved it so much. Little Eunchae introduced it to me and I never felt so grateful. The taste, especially when I ate it with rice, chief kiss.” She replied while smacking her lips together. She even almost drool at the thought of it.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.5= Pour sauce or Dip sauce??꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“I really don’t care but sometimes I want everything’s to be fast, so pour sauce.” She answers swiftly. It’s not a secret that Eden is very busy.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.6= My Charm is??꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

She strokes her hair back behind her shoulders, “ I think my charm is my eyes.” She covers the lower half of her face, showcasing her fierce cat like eyes. Flexing different expressions in them, “ Many people have told me that I have unique eye shaped. You know the sayings, ‘the eyes speak louder, than words’ and ‘the eyes are the windows to the soul?’ I stand by those sayings, that’s one of the reasons why I think my charming point is my eyes, first and foremost.” She smiles, nodding briefly.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.7= Your Principal in fashion??꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“I wear anything I want to wear, not what others expect me to wear. Dress for yourself and only yourself.” She says confidence emanating from her, “Dressing for yourself should be your main priority, you should own your choice of fashion, and you shouldn’t care about what other people think as long as you like it then wear it.” She shows a thumbs up, nose cutely scrunching up the slightest bit.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.8= Cold day, formal setting. Wool coat vs. puffer jackets ??꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“Puffer jackets, always. When I wear a puffer jacket it feels like I’m being held in a warm embrace, so soft as a feather but really warm.” She wraps her arms around herself, demonstrating like so with a wide grin across her face. “If you saw my closet, puffer jackets would be the first thing you’d see, the first ten hangers are puffer jackets. I just love puffer jackets, so…” Shrugging, she tilts her head.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.9= Do you prefer iced drinks even when it’s cold? ?꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“Totally iced Americano.” Eden claps her hands.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ SCENE SWITCH - Sakura smiles, “totally iced Americano.”

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.10= A word you just like ? ?꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“Nabi.” Eden replies, “Butterfly in Korean sounds very pretty and it’s the only insect that I tolerate.”

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.11= The point you charge your phone ? ?꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“When its 0%. I use my phone a lot, so often I will get distracted and forget to charge it. I would get in to trouble with my manager because of it. One time I even fought Kazuha for the plug, because there were only one plug available.” She chuckles after answering the. Both of them are like that, they will charge their phones when it’s already dead.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ SCENE SWITCH -

“ Me and Eden unnie fought tooth and nail for the plug. Sometimes we will even play a game for it. When I win, she goes to Garam.” Kazuha chuckles as she tells the story that made them closer together.

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“Eden unnie will come to me and borrow my charger. She will lay on my bed to charge her phone, So often we will just hug and cuddle. I like hugging unnie, she’s so warm and comfy.” Garam grins as she boasted about her relationship with Eden.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.12= If you had a superpower what would it be ? ?꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

Eden taps her hands on her thighs, chuckling. “I would have telekinesis or teleportation, one of those two. I’m sometimes too lazy to get up to retrieve something so either using telekinesis to have it float to me or teleporting myself to it would greatly benefit me.” She chuckles, “Chaewon unnie and Kazuha probably would choose teleportation too.”

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.13= One words to describe the members ? ?꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“Kazuha is graceful, elegant white swan.” Eden said as she is keep thinking about how to describe the other members. Then something clicked on her mind. “Chaewon unnie is a baby cheetah, she tries to be intimidating but ends being so cute.” Eden claws the air with a smile.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ SCENE SWITCH -

“Eden unnie? She is like a wolf. She is very intelligent, caring, so playful, and she is very devoted to her family.” Yunjin smiles as she describes what animal suits Eden.

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“Eden unnie is a wolf. She is so caring and protective over her family. She even shielded Garam unnie from people who wanted to hurt her. Wolf represents a loyalty, and spirit. That’s why I think wolf suits Eden unnie the best.” Eunchae told them with a smile.

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“A wolf? Me? Wow, I never heard of that before, but thanks.” Eden said with a touched expression. Never in her life did someone told her that, that’s why she loves it so much.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.14= Who’s the Funniest member ? ?꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“Funniest member?” She glances around contemplating. “For me, it’s Khura unnie and Yunjin unnie, when I’m with them, I laugh the most until my stomach hurts, and I can’t catch my breath.”

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“Me! I think I’m funny…aren’t I?” Sakura chuckles, “I’m really funny.”

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.15= What does you want to be called when you debu? ?꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“I want to be known for my talent and someone who is born to be a performer.”

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.16= A pose to express your confidence about debuting ? ?꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

“I’ll express my endless fearlessness,” Eden flips her hair and places her hands on her hips, “Confidence runs in my blood, LE SSERAFIM’s debut will be the best of the best.” She smirks, eyes glinting with something the producer can’t quite name.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ Q.17= My signature ending pose ? ?꒱ ˖ ׅ .ᐟ

Eden puts her hands up to her cheeks, doing the cheek heart.

Adorable. Pops up beside her head.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ SCENE SWITCH - Yunjin describes Eden

“Eden is very carefree and laidback girl. Her personality isn’t one you would think someone have been, and she’s reliable.” She says.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ SCENE SWITCH - Chaewon describes Eden

“Eden unnie has such an expressionless face and she’s really cool. She can be kind of “hot girl” and is able to be a “cute girl” the next second, duality is one of her strongest suits, and Eden always does her best in everything.” Chaewon says, admiration swimming in her eyes.

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ SCENE SWITCH - outro

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ SCENE SWITCH- “This was LE SSERAFIM’s Kim Garam”

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ SCENE SWITCH- “Huh Yujin”

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ SCENE SWITCH- “Sakura”

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ SCENE SWITCH- “Kim Chaewon”

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ SCENE SWITCH- “Hong Eunchae”

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ SCENE SWITCH- “Kazuha”

੭୧ ׁ 𓈒 ꒰ SCENE SWITCH- “Eden Noelia Lee.” Eden bows her head lightly before waving at the cameras. “Bye-Bye~” She bids farewell, turning from one camera to the other before winking and showing them a finger heart.

“Bye-Bye~, Thank you for watching, lot of love. Mwah.” She blows a kiss to the camera.

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Eden’s taglist; @svt-yexi @eisa-core @skzinka @txt-yaomi @stealanity @seolboba

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flwrshee · 7 months

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RANDOM HEESEUNG THOUGHTS 💭

heeseung who is so in love with you that he forgets what time it is, drowns in the taste of your lips whenever his mouth reaches yours, can't help but stare at you because he doesn't know that someone can be this gorgeous and never fails to make your heart flutter at all the compliments he showers you with. to him, you are warm feeling of home on a long day, the last bite of cherry pie because it's always the best, the whispers said at one in the morning, the comfort of falling asleep with a smile and the brightness of the stars at midnight. for you, heeseung is morning coffee on a saturday morning, the sweet smell of strawberries, the epitome of everything lovely. heeseung is late-night road trips, ice cream that is eaten at four in the morning, the laughter from silly jokes, the after smell of rain on a street, the warmth of a hug that has been yearned for a long time and the prettiest view that even the sunset couldn't compare to. you are just as much in love with him as he is with you because you realise that you could never get tired of describing him like he does with you.

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byhees · 7 months

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how you get the girl ┊ 심재윤 series

chapter 000 : lit slander!!

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tucking his phone in the pocket of his pants, jake slumps into the stiff, plastic seat, an elbow naturally dropping to the table surface, as though a makeshift pillow for him to rest his head on; he hates literature… loathes it actually, with a strong, fiery, crackling passion.

it’s not anything personal towards the subject or anything, it’s just that he doesn’t get it— doesn’t get why certain sentences translate to certain things, all that jazz.

as the teacher by the front of the classroom rambles on and on about how “by my troth!” means a particular english phrase— he has no clue as to what— he only resorts to leaning back in his seat, weight pressing against the uncomfortable backrest. maybe languages aren’t my forte? yeah, that’s definitely it.

and it’s only out of plain boredom and hopelessness that he glances over to his seatmate; maybe it’s the fact that you’re writing down notes with such an ease, it looks like you’re genuinely enjoying every word that flies out of your literature teacher’s mouth.

with an, oh so, courageous spirit, he outstretches his arm to poke you on the shoulder, his fingertip meeting the material of your school blazer; your head whips around to meet his eyes almost instantly, your black pen still in grip. and holy guacamole. you’re pretty. pretty in a way that pretty seems insufficient.

your eyes are pretty— in fact, they’re twinkling, glimmering so bright that they actually put the ceiling light overhead, to shame. and i mean, how often can you say that? and your lashes; they’re so pretty… that isn’t weird to think, right? probably. it’s just that they frame your pretty eyes so prettily, and— that’s a word vomit of pretty, isn’t it..?

oh god, the way they’re fluttering with such grace, and casting soft shadows on your skin.. and your nose… it’s breathtaking, mesmerising, captivating, absolutely ethereal— yes, he is, in fact, describing a nose; it’s so delicate and it harmonises perfectly with your features. are you even real? are you, perhaps, computer generated?? is that offensive to say? i mean, you look surreal in the bestest way possible.

“hello..?” your tiny smile drops into a thin line, brows digging into your skin as you stare at the flabbergasted boy in front of you— it’s been a whole minute, or two, of plain silence, and you’re not certain on how much more time he’ll need to gather his thoughts, and actually coalesce his questions into, hmm don’t know… actual words??

“alright, let’s move onto the next act, shall we?” oh my god, is he pondering about what he should have for lunch or what?? what’s with the slightly ominous gawking? is he planning to launch his pencil your way? is he contemplating on what angle he should fling it at? … do you have something lodged in between your teeth..?

heaving a heavy sigh, you narrow your eyes at him, and his pair of unreadable ones look back. “hello, earth to…” you pause, gaze averting to look at the name-tag by the right corner of his uniform, “jaeyun..?”

and with another second of unnecessarily drawled out silence, you turn back to face the whiteboard, a whole bunch of new annotations smacking you in the face; well, if jaeyun hadn’t taken his sweet time to stare at a very potential piece of vegetable stuck between your teeth, you would’ve been right on track…

even whilst the teacher begins to go on some in-depth spiel on how one character actually has some double life being an absolute jerk, jake's heart continues to pound so crazily fast against his chest. even whilst he discreetly pulls out his phone, tucking the little device under the desk, his heart continues to thump, and thump, and thump.

précis › what’s the best way to get dating advice? well, after discovering a revolutionary relationship-help site, jake isn’t constantly troubled by the question anymore; it’s a simple thing, really… except for the fact that the admin he’s been consulting, is actually his campus crush, who he’s been using these corny pickup lines on, and he just doesn’t realise it yet.

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how you get the girl ┊ 심재윤 series

profile 02 : bob the lego builders!

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how you get the girl ┊ 심재윤 series

profile 01 : fruit cats assemble!

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iovesia · 10 months

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✧ ˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. [ li-mer-uhns ] the state of being obsessively infatuated with someone, or in which you finally discover who's the man lurking in your room at night.

—⠀੭୧⠀warnings⠀· ˚ ༘⠀fem!reader. dark!stalker!neo. obsession. stalking. kidnapping. manipulation. manhandling. canon divergent. allusion to drugging(?). ahs reference. (2.1k words)

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆 ?! where are all the neo fics?!?@ i am actually gobsmacked that there's nothing out there for the babygirliest keanu character ever. wrote this with a fever, so ignore the spelling errors — hope you enjoy ♡ !!

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“HE'S WORRIED ABOUT YOU, NEO.”

Neo snaps out of his trance, turning his head back to The Oracle. The greying older woman takes a drag of her cigarette, lips pursed as she treads lightly around the elephant in the room. Clearing his throat, Neo shifts his weight uncomfortably, almost as if he already knew what she was to say.

“Morpheus?” Neo asks, playing dumb.

“Your..” The Oracle pauses, “fascination, let’s say, with this woman troubles him. Along with the Council; they believe you’ve become distracted.”

Neo’s chest tightens at the word ‘woman’— at the mention of you. You, a sweet, innocent college girl who managed to capture the eye of The One. His latest object of affection, and his most sickening desire. He swallows, tensing his shoulders back and he focuses his attention out the window. A bead of sweat trickles down the back of his neck; nausea brewing in his belly as The Oracle’s words muffle to his ears.

What were you doing now? He wondered, glancing at the apartment complex across, imagining it to be yours. What were you wearing? What were you thinking about? Did you think of him?

“Neo. Neo!”

“Y-Yes.. sorry,” He mumbles, as The Oracle waves her ageing hand, trying to get his attention back. His furrowed brows, and longing gaze did nothing to ease the elder woman’s mind.

You, whoever you were, had consumed his every waking thought. Neo had spent countless hours in the Construct, running all sorts of programs and simulations featuring women who shared similar characteristics to you, under the guise of “training”. If not training, Morpheus would watch as Neo travelled in and out the phone lines to the Matrix for prolonged periods of time.

That was the final straw that led to Morpheus confiding in The Oracle. To say it irked Neo is an understatement— being snitched on, like a petulant child that was caught red handed. Licking his bottom lip, Neo sighs.

“Do you care for this woman?”

“I don’t know,” he lies.

The Oracle grins, flashing her pearly teeth before placing the cigarette back in her mouth. “Oh, but you do. You have a good head on your shoulders, and I would hate for you to lose sight of what’s important.”

“And what’s that?” Neo crosses his arms across his chest.

“That’s what you decide.”

HE KNEW THIS WAS WRONG; seeing you like this. His eyes trailing up, analysing every perfected feature on your sleeping figure. Your legs shifting under the blanket, hands resting underneath your pillow, and your chest rising up and down; releasing slow breaths. The moonlight shining from a crack in your curtains illuminated your soft features, only tempting him even more.

Creeping closer to your bed, he knelt beside your bed, trying his best to not wake you. He could stare at you for hours— he has stared at you for hours, longing and aching for you. Waiting for you to notice him lurking in the shadows, desperately hoping for an ounce of your attention, but you never did.

His slender fingers brushed along your cheek, making your brows twitch. A chill crept up his spine, goosebumps dancing along his skin. Your warm skin against the pads of his fingers made his cock twitch as he gently pulled down your thin blanket.

He felt disgusting: he is disgusting. Perving on you in your sleep, and the self loathing only boiled inside of him when he caught himself gawking at your chest.

Suddenly, Neo jumps back when you begin to shift to lay on your otherside, subconsciously acknowledging his presence as you pull the blanket back up over you, letting out a quiet snore. He swallows a lump in his throat, embarrassment blooming in his cheeks as he takes another step back.

Perhaps this was a sign to leave, he’s already been gone too long— long enough for Morpheus to notice.

“WE NEED TO TALK.”

Neo’s eyes flutter open, the sharp hiss of probe pulling out of his headjack echoed in his ears as his vision focuses on the man above him. Morpheus, his typical stoic face now curved into a disgruntled frown. Sitting up in his chair, Neo rolls his shoulders back and cracks his neck to ease the tension in his spine. Morpheus’ jaw clenches at the smirk on the younger man’s face.

“Neo,” the Zion operative's voice hardened as he spoke, “this obsession is getting out of hand. Do you realise how many hours we’ve wasted indulging in your fantasies?” He gestures to the operator console, and Neo resists the urge to scoff. “Whoever this person is— she’s completely warped your mind. She’s driving you crazy.”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Neo spat uncharacteristically, an unfamiliar animosity leaking into his tone. It’s true, you drove him mad— mad with love, and adoration. His infatuation only grew once Neo began abusing the Nebuchadnezzer’s simulations for his own debaucherous pleasure.

“You do not even know this woman, you realise that, right?” Morpheus raises a brow. “Who’s to say she’s not an agent? You’re jeopardising this entire mission, the safety of the crew, and the entirety of Zion!”

“I haven’t made contact with her, she doesn’t even know I exist. I’d hardly call that jeopardising anything,” Neo jeered, pushing past the older man as he headed for his small, allocated room on the ship. His heart sank at the unfortunate reality of the situation. You were ignorant of his existence. Neo would offer his own heart to you in a second, while you didn’t even know his name.

Morpheus is hot on his trail, fists clenched in frustration at Neo’s blindness to his own lust. “Regardless, you’ve lost focus on what’s important—”

“No,” Neo interjects, spinning around on his heel, his eyes shooting daggers into his captain. “If anything, it couldn’t be clearer.”

Morpheus opens his mouth for a brief second, before grinding his teeth. The two men were at a deadlock within this narrow, metal hallway. Minutes that feel like hours pass by, a pregnant pause filling the air. Neo exhales, staring Morpheus up and down before walking away.

Screw him, he thinks to himself, as he slams his door shut. It was always about Zion, or the mission, or whatever burdens came with being ‘The One’. There was unfortunately no prize for having the weight of the universe hanging on his shoulders. Nobody cared to know what he wanted. Whatever choice he was given, seemed to have already been made for him.

But, not this time. Not with you.

So many nights Neo’s slithered into your room and watched over you— like a twisted guardian angel. Only tonight was different.

Tonight, Neo would get his bite of the forbidden fruit.

WITH A POUNDING IN YOUR HEAD, and pain blooming in the back of your neck, you slowly opened your eyes to meet the dark, rustic ceiling above you.

“What the..” you rubbed your eyes as you sat up. The walls of the small compartment felt as if they were closing in on you, and the stiff, metallic bed only served to make your back ache. As you begin to pant vehemently, you jump from the bed, hysterically looking around the room. “What the fuck!”

Your panic was interrupted by the scratch and heave of a handle spinning, and the submarine-esque door opening to reveal a tall, pale, raven-haired man.

“You’re awake,” he smiles.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t yell for help. With a hand on your chest, it was as if all the air was knocked out of you, as your knees buckled. Your legs scratched against the dirty, coarse floor; a wave of dread washing over you.

“Shit,” He curses to himself as he rushes to your aid. His large hands hold comfortingly to your shoulders, and he prays you can’t hear the pounding in his chest. You feel so warm against his cool touch.

“G-Get off!” You cry, slapping his grasp away as you fruitlessly crawl away from this strange man, only for your body to meet the wall. Shallow breaths and quiet whimpers escape your lips, your mind racing with a million thoughts. Who was this man? Where are you? What is this—

“I know you’re scared, I know,” his voice is melodic to your ears, honeyed and soft as he approaches you once again, kneeling in front of you. You flinch as he raises his hand, awaiting some sort of impact, only to feel it resting against your knee. A glimmer of hurt flashes in his eyes as the realisation stuns him. “I’d never hurt you— Please don’t be scared.”

“Who are you?” You sniffle, bottom lip pouting into a frown; and Neo can’t help but drink in your beauty. Admiring the crease in your brows, long wet lashes, and the tears filling your doe eyes, Neo has never felt more blessed to be in the presence of an angel such as yourself.

“My name is Neo,” he starts, “and you’re on a.. ship called the Nebuchadnezzar—”

“The what? What are you talking about?” You wailed, shutting your eyes as you shift to your side, resting your forehead against the cold, damp wall. Sobs rack your tired body, and your migraine only grew as you listened to his words. “H-How did I get here?”

Neo’s lips purse, and he sheepishly looks away.

“Neo,” the word is foreign on your tongue, but still makes his heart skip a beat. “How did I get here?” Your voice hardens, keeping the tears at bay before the eventual dread sets in. Neo, practically colored with guilt, lifts his head. “Oh.. my.. God.”

“I didn’t want to do it like this, I swear!” He shamefully confesses, sending you into a frenzy as you leap from your spot. Your efforts to escape were in vain, as Neo was taller and stronger than you. His arms wrap tightly around your waist before you could even reach the door, and he spun you back, releasing you onto the small, makeshift bed. “I’m sorry, okay? This isn’t how I wanted us to start.”

“Us? What us? I don’t even know who you are!” You shrilled, your previous fear now being consumed by anger.

“But I know you.”

You froze.

“Do you know how long I’ve watched you?” Nerves roll over your body when his expression hardens, and eyes darken. In the blink of an eye, his condemning words turn hostile as he towers over you. The flickering light hanging above offers no comfort, as it only illuminates his harrowing silhouette. “How many nights I’ve watched you? Oh, I know you so well.”

You were slack jawed at his admission, barely noticing as his hand found his way to your face again, the backs of his fingers brushing over your cheek. An eerily familiar feeling as deja vu flashed in your head. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you glance upwards at him through damp lashes: “I want to go home.” Your hoarse voice barely above a whisper. “Take me home, Neo, please.”

“No,” he cocks his head to the side. “Even if I wanted to,” which he didn't, “I can’t. It's too late. You took the pill.”

“Pill? What pill?”

“I had to get you here somehow, and I couldn’t take any chances,” Neo sighs, crouching down to your level, his vague answer only confuses your weary little mind more. Your breath hitches at his grasp on your thighs, which were meant to console you. “I’ve waited so long for you to be here.. with me.”

You can’t hold back the evident grimace on your face. His digits slowly make their way down your legs, edging closer underneath your shorts. Instinctively, you grab his wrist, halting his actions. Your misty eyes fail to evoke sympathy from your deluded captor. “Please take me home, I’m scared, I want to go home.”

Your broken-record pleading is silenced when a sudden pair of lips meet yours. The delicate kiss only lasted a few seconds, and you hated how soft he felt against you. Your lip balm tasted sweet as his tongue swiped a taste against your lower lip. Breaking the kiss, Neo’s face is now inches from yours.

“I can’t,” he sighs at the fresh tears brimming your waterline, “I just can’t. I’m sorry,” insincere apologies fall from his mouth, as the pad of his thumb wipes a stray tear from your cheek.

How he longed for this moment. To feel your beautiful, plump lips against his. He longed to hold you in his arms, easing your sorrows rather than being the cause.

"She won't love you by force," The Oracle once said. "You need to be patient. Love needs time to flourish."

"I'll wait. Forever if I have to."

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iovesia · 9 months

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✧ ˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘.

ex-husband!kevin lomax⠀x⠀ex-wife!reader.

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. the law firms' social gatherings were always a bore, so why not spice it up by pissing off your jealous ex-husband?

—⠀੭୧⠀warnings⠀· ˚ ༘⠀mentions of divorce. infidelity(?). semi-public sex. p in v. intoxication. jealousy. mirror/bathroom sex. hate sex. not proof read. 2.5k words.

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆 ִֶָ 𓂃 ⊹ back in my kevin lomax arc, i fear. sorry i've been a little inactive lately, so here's some smut for you pookies 🤲♡🫧 ignore the corny ass dialogue— it's like 3am as i'm writing this.

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IF LOOKS COULD KILL, you wouldn't wanna be Eddie Barzoon.

The middle-aged, hairline receding, gluttonous colleague (and rival) of Kevin, who seemed to be getting too comfortable with you. Kevin leered from across the room, gripping his champagne glass like it was Eddie’s neck, as the greasy lawyer leaned closer to you. His dry lips no doubt scratching your ear as he whispers something unintelligible.

Kevin didn’t even know why you were here. You weren’t a lawyer, or a businesswoman. You were his ex-wife, and that was your only reason to ever be forced to attend these events.

Or so he thought.

His eyes were transfixed on you, a voyeur devouring every inch of your perfect figure. The black designer dress that hugged the swell of your ass, the heels that accentuated your beautiful legs and the polished golden necklace that adorned your décolletage.

The polished golden necklace that he purchased for you. The one you used to wear only for him. The one you were now showing off to the pot bellied bastard, Eddie, who he’s been rivalling against since moving to New York.

“Kevin? Kevin? Hello?” A plummy, feminine voice pulls Kevin from his trance as his eyes meet a pair of dull blue ones. “What are you staring at, darling?” She asks innocently, unaware of his perverse gaze on his ex-wife.

“Nothin’, just lost in thought,” Kevin offers his new beau a tight smile, and she’s none the wiser as her lips meet his cheek. Kevin swallows uneasily at the contact, nearly grimacing at the feeling of her thick lipstick which no doubt stained his cheek.

“Shall we go mingle?” His date tugs at his arm, gently pulling him into the cesspool of lawyers and businessmen, and he eyed the back of her head. Kevin stands next to his supermodel date as they envelope themselves into aimless conversation.

“Kevin’s moved on quick,” one of the men jokes. “How’s the lovely lady treating you?” The man, whose name Kevin can’t remember, gestures to the young woman hanging on his arm. Kevin clears his throat, letting out a weak chuckle as he looks at her.

“She’s a stunner.”

But she’s not you.

Kevin buries his truth in his throat as a white lie slips through on his serpent tongue. His date blushes and wraps her vice tighter around his arm, like sticky eye candy that won’t budge.

A tedious sixty minutes and forty three seconds pass as Kevin checks his watch for the fifth time in this conversation. An incredibly impolite habit he’s developed, but a hard habit to crack. The chatter of work, and not-so-subtle bragging of each lawyer's respective win was enough to make Kevin’s ears bleed.

Although his body was trapped in nauseatingly boring conversation, his mind wandered through the sea of people, desperately hoping for a glimpse of you.

“Hey guys.”

And just like that. As if someone heard his prayers. A silvery, melodic voice brings his attention back to the group, where he is blessed with your presence. You stand across from him, a soft smile hanging on your plump lips. Kevin drinks in your appearance up close, like a man starved. From your long lashes down to your delicate fingers holding your champagne glass.

Your angelic demeanour captivated his tainted soul, and you could feel his dark eyes burning into your skull. Suddenly, the light around you dimmed when the devil-hulk approached next to you, his greedy hand resting on your waist. Eddie’s infuriating laughter, and grip on your body made Kevin’s blood boil.

“So how’d you meet Eddie?” Kevin’s date asks politely, wanting to engage with the two newcomers of the group. You and Eddie share a side glance, and you giggle, leaning closer to the older man. Almost like you were doing it on purpose.

“We’ve met at the last one these little.. extravaganzas,” you reply, mockery laced in your tone. Your slow speech and blinks puts your tipsiness on display for the whole group. You were always a troublemaker at these events, according to Kevin’s words. Never wanting to just behave, you’d drink a few glasses igniting the fire for the devil inside you to stir chaos.

For the first time, in months since the divorce, your dilated eyes meet Kevin’s stone cold ones. You lick your lips, your soft smile etching into a mischievous grin as you take another sip of your champagne.

Kevin exhales irately as Eddie continues to whisper in your ear, not-so-subtly cupping your ass— and even worse, you look like you’re enjoying the attention. You’re delighted to hold such mystique, that you allure not only Eddie, but even the fellow businessmen who pretend not to notice the scene before them.

Kevin hates this. He hates his friends for eyeing you. He hates Eddie for touching you.

He hates you.

Hates you for tormenting him this way.

To tempt him with your looks, but not allow him to touch.

Eventually, you excuse yourself under the guise of freshening up. Cruelly, you wink at your husband, as you grab Eddie’s tie and pull him in close. Though your peck on his lips lasted mere seconds, it was an eternity for Kevin. As if you moved in slow motion, connecting your plump lips to another man’s.

He was going to kill you.

THE BATHROOM DOOR CREAKED OPEN while you adjusted your makeup and you caught your ex-husband standing behind you in the reflection. “I know reading’s not your strong suit,” you state sarcastically, putting down your mascara and trading it for a lipstick, “but surely, you can see the big gold woman icon on the door.”

Kevin stands there silently, his hands moving to his hips, revealing his tight button up shirt under his suit jacket. His lean muscles tight under his shirt as he rolls his shoulders back to alleviate his rage, and he glares into the back of your head. His snake skin boots padding against the tile floor as he slithers closer to you, a predator to the prey.

Kevin leans on his hand that rests on the natural stone counter stop. He exhales heavily, his warm breath hitting your shoulder as his body is now inches from yours. Ignoring your seething ex-husband, you continue to adjust your hair.

“Uh.. ever heard of personal space?” You roll your eyes, not giving him the time of day.

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hysterical, I’ve been told.”

Kevin’s jaw clenches, his nose flaring at your indifference. “Eddie Barzoon? Really?”

You smirk proudly at how easy it is to aggravate Kevin, but you keep your cool. The fluorescent lighting above the bathroom mirror perfectly illuminates the vein in Kevin’s neck as he waits for an answer.

“I like him,” You shrug apathetically, adjusting your spaghetti strap.

“I know damn well why you’re screwing around with him,” Kevin interjects, his southern accent thick with fury as the green-eyed monster took a seat on his shoulder. “You’re doing it to piss me off, and you know it.”

“Right, because everything I do revolves around the great Kevin Lomax, I forgot,” you mock, briefly glancing over to him. “Maybe I actually like him, have you ever thought of that? Besides, it’s not exactly like you’re not prancing around with your own flings.”

Kevin’s face hardens at the mention of his date, who he left out in the party when he went to chase you into the bathroom. “She’s not a fling.. It’s serious,” he clears his throat, either trying to convince you or himself.

“Yeah.. sure, I bet it is.” You chuckle under your breath, shifting your necklace so that it's in the middle. Your movement catches Kevin’s attention as he stares at your necklace in the reflection of the mirror.

“You’re wearing that necklace I got you..”

“Don’t get your hopes up— It’s a nice necklace, that’s it,” you scoff coldly, making Kevin snort. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Darlin’ please don’t insult my intelligence,” he says with faux-hurt in his voice. Kevin licks his bottom lip, relishing in seeing you again so close and personal, his body only inches from yours. “You were always a little tease..”

“Tease? Someone’s a little narcissist if you think I’m dolled up for you—”

“Aren’t you?” He interrupts.

“No,” you spit, turning your head to the side. Kevin’s face now inches away from yours as you look up at him with furrowed brows and a small grimace. The tension was thick in the small bathroom of the penthouse, the draft from the window was the only knife to cut the silence. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. Eddie and I are goi—”

As you try to walk past, Kevin snatches onto your elbow, holding you back. “Going nowhere. We’re not done here, baby. You’re my wife, I’m not letting you go with him,” Kevin deadpans, glowering down at you.

You huff in disbelief. “Ex-wife. You better start remembering that, Kevin.”

When you try to pull your arm back from his vice grip, Kevin pushes you against the sink, his chest firmly pressed against your back. Your hands rest against the stone counter, fingers pressing into the sink. “Kevin..” you say threateningly.

“Baby..” he replies, mimicking your tone. His hands trail down your dress, from your hips to your thighs. Your ex-husband only keeps you trapped against the cold stone, his larger frame holding you in place.

“Kevin, get off. Eddie’s waiting for me,” you clear your throat, trying to ignore Kevin’s hardness pressed against your behind. Your squirming serves to be fruitless, only rubbing more friction over his clothed groin. You hold back a sigh when his lips meet the back of your neck.

“Then we better be quick,” Kevin whispers against your skin, his warm hands slithering down your legs. He kisses down the area of your open back dress, bunching up the material to your hips, uncovering your lacy black panties. Kevin’s favourite panties.

“And you say you didn’t dress up for me..” His husky southern voice echoes in the small bathroom as he taunts you. You clench your jaw, ignoring his words as his hands massage the swell of your ass.

“Fuck you,” you sneer.

“I will.”

The sound of belt unbuckling hits your ears and you let out a gasp when you feel a finger press against your panty-clad cunt. He moves his thumb agonisingly slow on your bundle of nerves as his other finger pushes your panties to the side, exposing your wet pussy to the cold air of the bathroom. You rest lower on the counter top, arching your back as Kevin’s fingers easily slide into your slick cunt.

“Fuck— Kevin—” you mewl, covering your mouth with your hand and Kevin tuts. His fingers moving in and out at a drawn out pace.

“Don’t cover up those pretty sounds, baby. I want everyone at that party to hear you,” Kevin chuckles softly, removing his fingers as he leaves you clenching on air. You bite down on your lip, aching for more.

Kevin pulls himself out of his boxers, rubbing his cock up and down in between your lips. You clutch tighter onto the sink, breathing heavily as his mushroom tip barely slides into your hole. Kevin continues to tease you, his tip pressing against your throbbing clit.

“Kevin, for god’s sake—”

“Shh, shh, don’t rush me, baby. Let me enjoy my girl,” he coos patronisingly.

His cock slides carefully into your desperate pussy, stretching out your fluttering walls as a high pitched moan falls from your mouth. His hand makes its way to the back of your neck, fingers digging into your skin as his hips pound against you— the slapping of skin mixes in with your pathetic whimpers— and you’re thankful there’s too much music for anyone to hear you two.

“Don’t close your eyes, look at me,” Kevin demands, pulling you up by your neck and forcing you to face yourself and him in the mirror. Your hot breath fogs up the bathroom mirror, and you struggle to keep your eyes open, weakly watching Kevin in the reflection. His concentrated face, the sweat on his forehead and his eyes that were focused on his cock disappearing in and out of you.

His free hand grabs at the fat of your ass, before letting it go and giving it a small smack. You whimper at the sudden contact, the painful sting only fueling your pleasure. His hips were unrelenting, as your walls clenched around him, earning a small groan from him.

“I think my girl missed me more than she wants to admit,” he purrs, his hand tracking down from the back of your neck to your shoulder as he pulls down the straps of your dress. The top half of your dress falls down, revealing your pretty breasts. Your breasts bounced swiftly with each thrust, along with your necklace that dangles from your neck.

“Shit— Kevin, oh my god—” you mewl, the sinful arch of your back only boosting Kevin’s ego. “Don’t—Don’t stop—”

“Yes ma’am,” Kevin’s sensual voice murmured against your ear when he leaned forward, his chest against your back as he held you to him. His hand cupping your breast, his thumb circling your hardened nipple.

“Kevin— fuck— I’m gonna—” Your pleads die in your throat, your breaths shallow as you throw your head back. Kevin’s lips meet your exposed neck, his teeth nipping at your delicate skin.

“Shhh, shh,” Kevin coos in the crook of your neck. You feel your core tighten, your bundle of nerves building up as your jaw hangs open, panting heavily. Tears ladden your lashes and your thighs shake when you’re hit with a wave of ecstasy, leaving a white ring of your arousal on the base of his cock. Kevin’s seemingly endless pounding comes to a stop when he suddenly pulls his cock out, leaving your hole empty.

His warm seed hits the skin of your backside, a raspy groan escaping his throat. His laboured breathing matches yours, the two of you coming down from your rush of pleasure. Kevin’s lips press against your shoulder and up the back of your neck. You exhale, dazed and sensitive while you pull your spaghetti straps back up.

“Ugh, Kevin— you made a mess,” you grimace.

“My bad,” Kevin pouts mockingly, only pissing you off more. Like a true gentleman, he pulls your panties back up for you, helping you readjust after your little rendezvous. Your face was sweaty and love bites scattered your neck, you decided to leave your hair down to try and save face.

“And you say you aren’t jealous,” you roll your eyes, fixing your breasts in your dress.

“And you say you hate it,” Kevin retorts cheekily, earning a glare from you. His hand gently caresses your arm, his chin resting on your shoulder. You finish fixing your smudged mascara, and lipstick— with Kevin watching every move, almost hypnotised by your movements.

The two of you stumble out the bathroom, and thankfully there’s nobody waiting outside the bathrooms. The music and chatter of unsuspecting party guests reverbrate into empty hallway. Kevin takes your hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to it.

“Until next time.. ex-wife.”

“Don’t hold your breath.. Ex-husband.”

Something told you, you wouldn’t remain exes for long.

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✧ ˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐘 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.

dark!kevin lomax⠀x⠀wife!reader.

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. you've finally had enough of kevin's lies and secrets, and you ask for a divorce. unfortunately, some secrets come back to bite as kevin threatens to leak compromising footage of you.

—⠀੭୧⠀warnings⠀· ˚ ༘⠀extremely dubious consent. heavy angst. hate sex. p in v. forced breeding. blackmail. revenge porn. infidelity. forced established relationship.

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆ִֶָ 𓂃 ⊹ this is a dark fic, i can't stress this enough so please read the warnings. i know a lot of y'all requested the blackmail/sextape trope with kevin, so i kinda combined all the asks into this fic— hope you enjoy ♡ !!

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THE MUFFLED MELODY OF the record player echoed through your dark, and empty apartment. You rested the wine glass against the side of your head, letting out a soft sigh as you closed your eyes. The lifeless walls, that were painted in all the wrong colors, had begun to repulse you over the last few weeks. You spent most of your days trapped alone in this apartment, trying to keep yourself busy with any menial tasks.

Whether it be repainting the walls several times (only to receive no words of acknowledgement from your husband), or filling up the place with random plants— as a poor attempt to bring any form of life back into the soulless place you now called home.

At first, you couldn't bear to tell Kevin how much you despised New York. You missed the warm Florida sun, you missed the cool breeze on your face and the quiet roads when you'd drive to work in the early mornings— Hell, you even missed the tiny condo you and Kevin used to live in. It was small, there was hardly any hot water, and the neighbours were noisy as all hell, but it was home. And Kevin was actually around enough for you to be able to call him a husband.

"Jesus Christ," you mumbled to yourself, glancing upwards. The moonlight shone through the curtains, illuminating the clock hanging above the ashy fireplace. 3:07 am. You take a final swig of your wine, chugging down the last few drops, before slamming the glass hard enough on the coffee table that you almost smashed it.

The sound of keys jingling and the door creaking startled you from your thoughts. A murmured "damn" whispered from a masculine voice, as he tried to be as quiet as possible. You kept your eyes firmly focused in front of you, and almost as if on cue, your husband stumbled into the living room.

"Why are the damn lights off— Shit!" He jumped when he flicked the light switch on, revealing you sitting across from him, cross-legged on the leather couch. "Baby, you scared me, I thought you'd be ‘sleep by now," he lets out a small laugh, the southern twang leaking into his voice.

"Did you have fun?" Pain bubbles up in your throat, scalding, and you swallow. You knew where he was. It was the same excuse every night ("Sorry, baby, I have to stay late tonight at the office, this case is a real-pain in the ass"), and part of yourself wished you could just delude yourself into believing his web-of-lies. Yet, deep down in the crevice of your broken heart, you knew he was with her.

The red-headed Italian beauty, Christabella Andreoli. You'd been formally introduced once, at one of Kevin's bosses extravagant parties that he'd dragged you along to. You hardly missed the way she eyed your husband hungrily.

Her slender hand wrapped around his upper arm, her long maroon nails digging into his suit. With a cheshire grin hanging on her lips, she began to pull him away from you. "Hope you don't mind if I just steal him for a moment, just some shop-talk," she winks and you watch them disappear among the numerous figures of suit-cladded businessmen and lawyers.

That was your first red flag. Kevin promised you —crossing his heart— that she was just a colleague, who was a natural flirt.

"I don't know if I'd count shifting through endless piles of New York's city health codes fun," he smirks, taking slow strides closer to you. The couch dips as Kevin takes a seat next to you. He presses numerous little kisses along your shoulder, down to your neck. “I missed you, ba—”

“Just stop it!” You snap, rising from the couch as you slapped away your husband's hand. “Christ, Kevin! How stupid do you think I am?”

You watch as Kevin’s face contorts to confusion, his brows furrowing as he licks his bottom lip.

“Baby, what are you talking about?” He stands from the couch, still completely oblivious to the painstaking heartbreak written on your face. Kevin’s hand reaches for you, and again you slap it away, completely repulsed by the man who you used to crave.

“I want a divorce.”

THAT WAS TWO DAYS AGO.

After wailing, and shouting till the early hours of the morning, you locked yourself into your shared bedroom. Kevin begged and pleaded with you to open the door.

“Baby.. baby, please talk to me,” you ignore his muffled pleas. Sitting on the floor with your back to the door, you sob hysterically in your hands— all the more crushing bits of Kevin’s heart.

“Open the door, honey..”

At some point during the sunrise, the joyous early morning leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, Kevin had left the apartment. You wandered through the empty apartment, noticing the dishevelled couch where he frequently resided after a fight.

Since the fight, you’ve been seeing Kevin more in the last two days than the entire year you have been living in New York. When you once prayed for an ounce of his attention, you now avoided him like the plague.

Every attempt to touch, hug, kiss you was met with running in the other direction. You couldn’t stand to look him in the eyes— those dark, brown puppy dog eyes, knowing that he did all those things with another woman.

“Baby, nothing happened! I promise you!”

“Promises mean shit if you never keep them!”

THREE DAYS LATER, you had pondered the idea of looking into divorce lawyers. You prayed someone in New York would be willing to go against Kevin Lomax. His infamous reputation of having never lost a case, unsettled even the elites in the business, so your search was nearing fruitless.

But, Kevin is your husband (soon to be ex), surely he would grant you this last gift of mercy by just signing the papers— without the courtroom hassle.

You waited impatiently in the elevator, watching the numbers light up with each passing floor. Your heel clicked anxiously against the floor, as you held the pile of divorce papers to your chest.

It was going to be over. Five years. Five years completely down the fucking drain. All because your husband couldn’t keep it in his goddamn pants. Or so you thought.

The silver doors finally opened, revealing the equivalent of the devil incarnate.

Christabella Andreoli.

“Mrs. Lomax, what a ple—”

“Don’t. Just.. don’t,” you interrupt, shutting your eyes as painful images of your husband and her begin forming in your mind. Christabella awkwardly clears her throat as she moves to the side, allowing you to pass her. “Do you know where Kevin is?” you ask, venom laced in your voice.

“He’s on the top floor, I’m going there now.”

“Great,” you quip with faux enthusiasm. “Do me one last favor —aside from fucking my husband— and hand him this.” You push the papers into the redhead's arms, her eyes staring at you with a similar confusion as Kevin did.

“Mrs. Lomax, I have no clue what yo—"

YOU DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE KEVIN sitting on the couch as you arose from your slumber. Kevin’s oversized law school hoodie and undies were the only thing covering your otherwise naked figure— an unfortunate habit you haven’t managed to break yet. Embarrassment bloomed in your face, hoping he wouldn’t notice (he did). You rubbed your tired eyes, shifting away from the lawyer. The pile of divorce papers lay sprawled across the coffee table, with the thick line at the end left unsigned.

“I’m not signing these,” Kevin sighs, running a hand through his black, slicked hair.

“Kevin, we’ve been over this. I want a di–” you were rudely interrupted by Kevin reaching for the remote and switching it on. The TV static appears for half a second before cutting to what looks like CCTV footage. Labelled in the bottom right corner, this was footage of Kevin’s office floor.

Squinting your eyes, the colour drains from your face as he fast forwards. Slowly fast forwarding to you entering his office, after hours, and the CCTV caught everything through his glass office doors. Every last second from you coming inside, kneeling down, and wrapping your lips around his cock.

Conveniently enough, the camera frame ends just above your head, preserving Kevin’s anonymity.

“What the hell? Where did you get this?! Why do you have this?!” The questions blurted out all at once, fury bubbling in your chest. Kevin was always one to fight dirty, but you never thought you’d bear victim to it.

“Security team is very amoral if you haven’t noticed.”

“So they actually gave you this footage?!”

He smirks, pausing the TV on a particularly graphic frame. “Money talks. And I know those underpaid security people have no problem giving footage to whoever talks the most.”

“You know what? Keep this sick shit if you want, I’m done. Sign the papers, don’t sign them, I don’t care! I’m getting a goddam lawyer,” you whip around, hurriedly rushing towards your shared bedroom.

Kevin’s footsteps trailed behind you, loud and faster as he boomed “So that’s your big plan?”

You ignore his words, reaching for the first small suitcase you could find. Kevin enters the room, and slams the door behind him. You were too distracted looking for shirts to hear the quiet click of the lock.

“You think I’m gonna just let you leave?”

“Let me?” You barked, fists clenching and damn near smoke coming out of your ears. “You’re a cocky asshole if you think you’re letting me do anything. I’m leaving you, Kevin. We are over—”

A pain shocks your wrist as Kevin snatches it into a tight grip. You struggled against him, and with a huff, he pushed you onto the bed. Hastily, you try to crawl off the masterbed, only for Kevin to snatch your ankle and pull you back towards him. You feel his weight on top of you as he straddles you, both his hands pinning your hands down.

“Baby, I made a lot of mistakes..” the dark-haired man mumbles, his eyes piercing into you.

“K-Kevin, you’re hurting me—”

“But, you’re not leaving me. No, no, no, baby,” Kevin's lips met your neck, making your chest tighten as you kicked your legs to try and get him off you; but to no avail. “You think you’ll find a single goddamn lawyer that’s gonna help you when that tape gets out?”

You freeze.

“What did you say?” your voice was so quiet, he almost didn’t hear you.

“All the judge will see is visual evidence of you being a cheating whore— fucking another man in your doting husband’s office, no less,” Kevin smirks against your jaw as he continues his kisses. “Or at least that’s how I’ll make it look..”

“You sick bastard!”

“You’ll lose the rights to everything by a landslide, and you’ll be left with nothing,” Kevin sighs, faux-sympathy laced in his devilish voice. His head moves back and hovers directly over your face, his brown puppy eyes piercing into your teary, fury ones.

“Nobody’s gonna believe that,” you murmured, trying to sound sure, but deep in the pit of your stomach.. He was right. Kevin had all the money, power and connections to screw you over.

“Baby, they’ll believe whatever I want them to believe,” he rests his forehead against yours, ignoring the tears that are brimming your waterline. You struggled once more, desperately wanting out of his grasp.

“Baby, baby.. please,” Kevin’s hand trails down your torso, his cold wedding ring touching against you, making you twitch. Another devastating reminder that the man you love, the man you married, was holding you down and blackmailing you.

“You’re fucking evil—” A choked sob escapes your lips, simultaneously as his hand dips under your waistband. “Oh my Go—”

“Let me make it up to you..” his honey voice echoes in your ear. Your voice dies in your throat when Kevin’s fingers start to toy with your clit, and you hate the way your body reacts to his touch. Arching your back, you continue to squirm out of fear.. and desperation. Your body betrays you as you feel yourself getting wetter. “Let me make you feel good, baby, hm?”

“Fuck you,” you spit angrily, not before being interrupted by a measly gasp as his fingers continue working against your bundle of nerves.

“I love you so much, sugar,” Kevin pressed his soft lips to yours, only you kept yours in a thin line. Two fingers were plunged into your wet cunt, and you let out a small gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue in and capturing your lips in a passionate embrace. “There’s no line in the world I wouldn’t cross for you.”

“I-I hate you,” you mewled weakly, biting on your lower lip to ignore the feeling in your core. Kevin merely chuckles, eyeing the way you bend to his will as he rubs your desperate bud faster.

Suddenly, the tearing sound of your undies made your heart drop. You purse your lips, stopping the involuntary moans from leaving your lips. The tip of Kevin’s cock slides up and down your cunt, before parting your pussy lips.

“I-I hate you.. Oh fuck— K-Kevin..” you whimper, his cock stretching your pretty pussy deliciously. His slow thrusts were agonising, and made your head swirl, a warmth blooming from your lower region.

“I’m gonna be around more, baby, I promise you,” he pants against your ear, his hot breath hitting your face. Stray tears fall down your cheeks and Kevin kisses them away. One of his hands letting go of your wrist, trailing down to the back of your thigh. He presses one knee up to your chest, allowing him to thrust his cock even deeper inside you— you swore you could feel him in your stomach. “I’m gonna make you so happy.”

Your toes curled with each thrust and your fluttering walls clenched at his words, only making you more ashamed by the minute. His laboured breaths mixed in with your own as he continued nipping your neck, leaving small love bites.

“It’s gonna be you, and me.. and a baby.”

Your eyes widened at that, and immediately you tried to sit up, only for Kevin to push more of his weight down on you, keeping you firmly in your place. You were practically speechless, your bambi eyes frozen in shock. “Kevin, wait— don’t come inside—”

“Sh, sh,” he coos. “I’m gonna fill you up, mama. Don’t you want that?” You mewl at his sudden harsh thrust, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. Blinded by your tears and the overwhelming pleasure washing over your body, you nod weakly.

A sick grin hung on Kevin’s lips as he poured into you, and you let out a sinful moan as you clenched hard around him, mixing your cum with his. Panting, you don’t resist when Kevin traps your lips with his.

“You’re the only woman I’ll ever want,” he whispers your name sensually, you can’t help the chills that arise on your skin.

“And, I’ll be damned to hell before I let you leave me.”

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