#half gumiho

[back2bluesidex]

Dear Darling - JHS [Masterlist/Prologue]

Pairing: Serpent king (imoogi)!Hoseok X Human!Reader

Theme: Angst, dark romance, smut, fantasy au.

Wordcount: 1.5+ for the prologue

Summary: After his bride flees from his clutches and reaches the realm of mortals to reunite with her lover - Hoseok has no choice but to chase her. Upon his arrival to the land of obnoxious humans, he crosses paths with you. You are a small, driven mortal who walks with a load of despair on her back. You are nothing but a delicious meal to him and he wants nothing more than to suck your life out of you, find his runaway wife and return to his kingdom. But much to his dismay, you ruin his plans, make him do what he never imagined doing in 600 years of his life - like making him fall in love and keeping him bound to you.

Warnings: Hoseok is cruel, there maybe some mentions of blood but nothing too crazy, eventual smut, heavy themes, quite dark actually (more will be added with each chapter). NSFW!!

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A/N: Got this idea in a dream.... that's all:')

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Epilogue

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Jung Hoseok. 

The name was enough to shake the core of dark creatures with terror. Even serpents like him would not dare to cross paths with him. 

He is an ominous creature of the night, rules the realm of darkness. He stays under the shadow and attacks when his preys are at their weakest. 

He is powerful, cruel, horrendous and everything that can be one’s nightmare. And to climb at the peak of his power, to rule the underworld with more and more ruthlessness - he must get married. 

He was about to be completed with the coupling ceremony by now only if - his bride didn’t run away. 

“Do you think I believe you, sir?” Hoseok speaks with a voice so cold that he can clearly see the shiver that runs down the subject's entire body. 

The old man - or more likely - an old serpent is sitting on his knees in front of him. His head is hanging low, palms conjoined with each other to beg the king. 

“You- you must believe me, my lord. I know n-nothing of the lady’s departure.” his voice is trembling but he keeps lying regardless. 

Does he not know Hoseok can see him through? 

“Really? I must believe you?” he laughs, one that prickles on your skin in the worst possible way, “then.. Would you be able to pay the price of my trust?” 

The old being doesn’t say anything. One of Hoseok’s guards pushes the tip of his sword further in his side. That coaxes a reply out of him, “what- what price must I pay, my lord?” 

Hoseok smiles, “I heard you have a freshly transformed son? Only a year old, if I am right. I was wondering how enjoyable it would be to rip off his very new scales one by one and then behead him in front of the entire kingdom?” 

The old man jerks at that “My-My lord. No. I beg you no. I- I will tell you as much as I know.” 

“That’s good. So tell me, where is the soon-to-be queen hiding? Down the sea or up the mountains?” Hoseok bends one of his knees to come face to face with his prey. His heavy cloak falls on the ground as if to make a carpeted floor for the king. 

“She… she has fled to the realm of mortals. My- my brother, who- who is half human has helped her out. I heard that her lover, a gumiho, is settled there. But I swear to my kids, my lord, I don’t know where she is, how she fled. I only helped her in contacting my brother. That’s all.” 

“What? What did you say? Realm of mortals? Her lover is a gumiho?” Hoseok roars, stands abruptly. His anger flares like a ring of fire and as a result dark clouds start swinging in the already dark sky. 

The storm starts raging just as Hoseok’s anger, “Guards! Behead his entire family right this instant! And make sure he watches them die before having the pleasure himself.” 

He ignores the pleas of the old serpent as he walks away. And even if he didn’t ignore those, what could he do? 

The blood that runs in his veins is cold, there is no heart that beats inside his chest. Even monsters call him a beast. He is just that bad. 

But he is even worse to the ones who betray him - like his wife-to-be, who has managed to flee from his grips, who also has fallen in love with the enemies of his kind. 

Only if she wasn’t the chosen one - the one who can increase his powers by tenfold. He would have killed her right the moment he found her. 

However, he can’t do so, not at least now. Before everything he has to find her. He has to visit the realms of humans, whom he loathes so much, to pull her between his clutches again. 

“How are the Mins doing?” Hoseok’s dark eyes focus on the goblet of dark red liquid that sits atop the table. 

On the other side of the table sits his trusted advisor Kim Seokjin. He is probably the only serpent in the kingdom, whom hoseok as a speck of trust on. 

“Thanks to you, my king. They have been running a very successful business on the land of humans.” Kim Seokjin states. 

“Tell them to prepare a comfortable stay for me there. I will be finding and bringing my bride back myself.” Hoseok orders. His fingers curl underneath the goblet in the meantime. 

“My lord, it will not be wise for you to visit alo-”

Hoseok slams the goblet on the table interrupting his advisor, “Mr. Kim, do you perhaps doubt my capabilities? I assume you already know I am more than capable of destroying the entire mortal land all by myself.” 

“Yes, my lord, I am well aware of that. I will convey your message to Min Yoongi.” Kim Seokjin stands on his feet and bends down on a deep bow before leaving the room. 

Hoseok feels a buzz in his cold veins. He is eager to find out how love can be more important than the power he was going to provide Soojin with. 

She could be the queen of this kingdom but she chose to fall in love with a gumiho instead. 

Love? Huh! He scoffs to himself. He is proud that he can feel no such emotions. And he would rather have his scales rip off than falling in love with another creature. 

Extravaganza. 

These lowly human beings know nothing but extravaganza. 

From the full glass buildings to the noisy music on the streets, they overdo everything and anything. 

Hoseok’s eyes scans each and every corner of the mansion that the Mins have organized for him to stay. This, too, is extravagance in every way. 

Min Yoongi, the head of this generation’s half-serpents, sits on both of his knees in front of Hoseok. 

“My king, it is a reward to have a chance of serving you personally. Just name what you want, I will have it presented right before you.” he speaks like the obedient servant that he is.

“A job. I need a job.” Hoseok speaks absent-mindedly. 

“My lord, forgive this lowly creature but did I hear you right? You need a job?” Min Yoongi’s confusion makes Hoseok smirk. 

“Yes, Mr. Min. you heard that right. I need a job to blend with these mortals. I am certain my wife-to-be has put the tigerlilies at work. You might already know, inhaling the pollen of those flowers once is enough to be transformed into any other creature for two nights. And even the King, as I am, is unable to defy its power.” Hoseok comes to stand in front of Yoongi, his hands are kept behind his back. 

His dark eyes find the pale man amusing and quite obedient. 

“Yes, my lord. I am well aware of the magical powers of the flower. About the job - thanks to you, my business here is running well. I can arrange an executive position for you at the company, if you’d like.” 

“Executive?” Hoseok raises one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows, “what kind of work do they do?” 

“They don’t have to do anything much, my lord. I will take care of whatever work your position might be responsible for, you can invest your sole concentration on your task.” Min Yoongi bows lightly. 

“I like your proposition. Tell me how to get to your company.” Hoseok takes a few steps back towards the staircase. The intricate designs of the railing catches his eyes. 

“I will have a car ready for you, if you want to visit now.” 

“I would like that.” 

Hoseok climbs out of the car and stands in front of the large building that the Mins have been ruling with the power of wealth that he had gifted them, some hundred years back. 

He scrutinizes the glass walls. His gaze zeros on his own reflection and he devilishly smiles at the way he looks so human. 

Min Yoongi has arranged some clothes for him. Some black silk pants with a silk shirt and a short cloak that they call a blazer. 

Hoseok has always been proud of the way he looks. But he must admit - he looks even better and more eye-catching in human clothes. 

His, now invisible, scales rise under the material of his clothes when he senses someone else watching him from a short distance. 

He projects his eyes in that direction and finds a woman with petite form, big pebbly eyes and a beautiful face. 

It’s you. 

With just one glance he sees right through you. He can see your breath getting stuck in your throat at the sight of him. He can see the cogs of your brain working and your heart leaping inside of your chest. 

He knows you are getting attracted towards him. And that’s good for him. Having a human right on his foot as a servant can help him in tracing Soojin faster. 

It’s one of his powers to attract his prey, like how a pitcher plant emits a sweet smell to attract insects only to eat those up when those near it. 

But with those innocent eyes, that alluring face - it’s a waste that you are just another moth driven to the flame.

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[sweetbunpura]

Rollo wasn't always a Gumiho.

He was once a kannushi of a small shrine, responsible for keeping it maintained and clean.

It was a simple, yet tedious life and he was content with it.

Until, one day, a young woman came to the shrine. She was a foreigner, that much was clear, from the style of her dress to the tone of her skin to the strange sharpness of her eyes. She was an enigma. And Rollo was instantly captivated by her.

She told him that she had come from very far away and was visiting some relatives in a nearby village. She had come to the shrine to pray for their health and for her safe passage home.

"Though..I didn't expect a handsome man such as yourself to be the priest here," She giggled, keen smile half-hidden behind her hand.

Rollo flushed faintly.

Her laugh was a pretty sound, like the tinkling bells of a Kagura suzu.

It wasn't everyday the shrine was met with as beautiful a visitor as this.

Rollo cleared his throat.

"If I may be so bold..May I have your name?"

The woman grinned widely.

"Yue."

They talked for a long while after that, so long in fact by the time the woman had turned away to finish her prayers the sun was half-way set upon the horizon.

Had Rollo not had shrine duties to attend to, he would have eagerly offered to walk her back to the village. Thus, with a heavy heart and a lump in his throat, he could only grant a farewell and a wish for safe travels back to her homeland.

He did not expect to see her there at the shrine again the following morning.

"Were you not supposed to begin your journey home today?" He queried with a raised brow.

"I was," Yue answered, her sharp eyes glimmering and her lips quirked, "I changed my mind."

And so it was. Yue would appear at the shrine at dawn and follow and chat with Rollo as he went about his day and duty til nightfall.

Months went by.

Summer fell to Fall which froze to Winter.

The two grew closer.

The New Year came and went.

Winter melted into spring.

And the sharpness gradually seemed to fade from Yue's eyes.

Then, one night, under a full and heavy moon, she kissed him.

"I love you." She murmured, softly, hesitantly, as if the words themselves were as fragile as glass.

Rollo's gaze was tender. He kissed her knuckles, then her palm.

"And I you."

And there, beneath Tsukuyomi's gaze, they fell into each other's warmth, a flurried embrace of intense passion and supreme adoration.

A few weeks after, they were wed.

A few weeks after that, Yue found she was with child.

The eight months that followed were some of the happiest Rollo could remember, watching his love's belly swell with life that they had created together.

I should have lasted forever.

But.

It ended.

Slit apart like a knife across the throat.

Hunters from a far off land came.

They were searching for a creature Rollo had never heard of before.

A Gumiho. A flesh-eating monster that seduced men, ate their hearts, and stole their souls.

Yue paled. Rollo's brows furrowed.

"My love? What's wrong-?"

"We need to leave." Yue said coldly.

But it was too late to try and escape.

Her fate was sealed the moment Rollo had let them inside their home.

The very moment they laid eyes on her-

Arrows were fired. Knives were drawn. Swords unsheathed.

Yelling. Screaming.

Claws unfurled. Fangs bared. A flurry of fur and tails unvieled.

It was over in an instant, in a blink.

Blood and viscera covered the floor and walls of their home.

The Hunters were dead.

And Yue was dying.

A sword pierce her abdomen. Arrows punctured her chest.

"Yue-!"

Rollo collapsed beside her, his white robes stained red.

How does he fix this? He was no healer and the closest doctor was miles away how-

"I was so close..."

Rollo paused.

"What?"

He gently drew her close.

Yue gazed up at him with stuttering, blood-choked breaths.

"I was-" She coughed, "I was almost human...I was almost-"

Tears dripped down her cheeks.

"I haven't eaten anyone for almost two years..Just two more months..Just two more and I would have..."

Her smile was soft.

Her eyes were even softer, but they were fading, fast.

"You deserve to have a human wife, not a monster..."

Rollo cupped her cheek and thumbed away a tear.

A quivering black tail grasped his wrist.

"I love you," he kissed her forehead, "I don't care if you're a monster. I love you. I.. I'm going to save you. I'm going to save our child. I'll-"

Tears slipped and fell down Yue's cheeks.

They were not her own.

"You know it's too late for us, Rollo."

Rollo let out a gutted noise at that.

Shaking hands met his face.

Lips that he was so intimately familiar with met his own.

And something spherical and warm was pushed past his lips.

"Take it." His wife, his love, his world, whispered between breaths.

Tongues met. The sphere was pressed against the opening of his throat. He instinctively swallowed before he could think.

"That way...a part of me....a part of us....will always be with you...."

That night, Gumiho Yue died, along with her unborn child.

And on that same night, Gumiho Rollo was born.

And the world...

...Would burn for it.

(and, not too long after, a tiny black fox spirit opened her eyes. And her name...was Yuu.)

Where one life ends, another begins.

Yuu adjusts the hat on her head, nodding to passerby's as she enters what remains of a town. Normally, she wouldn't try and mettle in the affairs of humans, but this Gumiho had attacked one of their own recently. While Malleus could handle his own, he talked about the pure rage he felt from it and Yuu, who has the uncanny ability to purify most of the anger driven spirits, is tasked with handling it.

She climbs the steps up the shrine and pauses outside of the torii. Yuu doesn't need to step any further to feel the pressure of the anger.

"You in there, Gumiho?"

Silence.

"Alright, don't answer." She passes through and climbs the remainder of the stairs, stopping every so often to pick up a few stones.

Before hitting the main area, she pauses once again and juggles the stones in her hands. The Gumiho's hiding and with a sigh, Yuu, flicks a stone towards the corner of the shrine. The yelp she hears brings a smile on her face.

"Quit ignoring me."

A pair of forest green eyes glare at her form the darkness licking at the edges of the building.

"The dragon fled and now a kitsune takes his place?" The Gumiho's voice is soft as they step out from the shadows. "You hardly look like a threat."

The Gumiho's a man, tall and thin, with deep eyebags. He's still wounded from his fight with Malleus as his clothes are torn and a angry red wound can be seen on his side. His hair is short and gray, matching the ears and his multiple tails. Something in Yuu's heart lurches as she stares at him.

"Have we met before?"

"I've never seen you before in my life."

"Okay jeez." Yuu's own tails flick out behind her. "What's your name?"

"My name is of little importance to you."

"Humor me, jackass."

His eyes move off to the side before returning to her. "Flamme... Rollo Flamme."

"Flamme... Well, my name's Yuu-" She looked at his now frozen form. "Hello?"

"Yue?"

"No, Yuu."

Rollo's fur fluffed up as his eyes narrowed, ears laying flat against his head as he bares his teeth. "Have the gods not taken enough from me!? And now they send a common kitsune to mock me?!"

"Common?" Yuu bares her own teeth and cracks her knuckles. "I'll show you common."

[yourfatherlucifer]

Shy Werewolf (PSH/SM)

Fallen Angel!Seonghwa x afab!reader x Werewolf!Mingi

Summary: Seonghwa's friend has a problem and he wants you to fix it. Left alone with a monster thats not your boyfriend, what will happen?

Warnings: MDNI, mentions of breeding, knotting, werewolf heat/rut, switch!mingi.[

Genre: Smut

AU: Supernatural

WC: 1020

Rated: R

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Part One, Part Two, Part Three

As you sat across from a much larger man, hands in your lap. You could see the nervousness radiating off of him, plus the very prominent bulge in his pants. Seonghwa had dropped you off at one of his friend’s house with a mission. You were to help him get out of his rut. You liked this side of Seonghwa, the sharing side. You didn’t mind him passing you off to his friends, or whatever. 

Seonghwa had discussed with you, the first time, you had sex with another person that wasn’t him. Which was Hongjoong the demon, that you would help pleasure his friends in need, if they needed it. Obviously you agreed, deciding you could experience all different kinds of cock, from different species. You’ve already had angel, demon, and gumiho. What else could there be? Well, a werewolf for starters, a very shy one at that. He’s a giant compared to you, down to his hands which were bigger than his face. You couldn’t wait to have them inside of you. 

“So, Mingi..” 

The male picked his head up, curiously, but still very nervous. He didn’t expect to have a human help him with his rut. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t find his mate yet, however. But with a quick solution from his elder, Seonghwa. He was on board with the idea. 

“Yes?”

“Are you sure this is what you want? We can try to find you another werewolf to mate with if you’re uncomfortable.”

Mingi shook his head and scooted up to you from the headboard of the bed, “No, it’s okay. I’m alright with this, as long as you are. It’s just..It’s my first rut. Especially with someone not of my kind.”

A blush spread across his cheek. He was adorable in your eyes, despite being a giant. 

“Alright, since it's okay.” You placed your hand on top of his, the size difference still shocking you. 

Mingi smiled before pulling you into his lap, pulling off your shirt. His lips meet yours in a feverish haze. His body filled up with heat that coursed through his veins and to his dick.

He moaned as his dick hardened beneath you. 

You rubbed your lower half against him, he gripped your hips to move you in a rhythm. Practically dry humping one another. 

But he whined in pure need, “I, I need more, Y/N. Please. It hurts.” 

As you pulled yourself off his lap, he pulled his shorts and boxers down in a hurry, the cold air hitting his extremely massive and red cock. The tip slapping the top of his abdomen. The man was enormous, just how were you going to do this? He laid his back down and let you crawl up to him, “Did you want me to suck you off, Mingi?” 

He whined in response, “Please?” he pleaded with a whine. 

You nodded, taking the base in your hands, stroking up and down, trying your best not to tease him. Kissing along the slit, his deep voice somehow created high pitched moans. 

Once the bulb/head of his cock was in your mouth, he let out a sigh of relief. 

“Yes, just like that, Y/N! Fuck, feels so good.” 

Mingi became jealous, how did Seonghwa find someone as amazing as you? Someone so willing to help out others. That jealousy was immediately replaced with pleasure, your pace had quickened. He was bucking up into your hand and mouth. 

Your own heat was starting to pool between your legs, the smell arousing Mingi greatly. 

“You smell so good,” he grabs your hair and shoves you further down his cock. 

You gagged when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to pull away, “Mingi, you gotta be careful.” 

He cried out, “I’m sorry, it just feels so good, I need you on me. I need to be in you.” A low growl escaped his throat. 

You nodded, pulling off your own bottoms, cradling his thighs, but hovering above his cock. 

Mingi’s eyes widened in response, “Wait, don’t I need to prepare you?”

You shook your head, “I’ll be okay, Mingi, but thank you.” 

You grabbed his cock from behind you, lining it up with your entrance, the hot tip emitting a heat you’ve never felt before. 

His cock was huge, yet you were determined to take it. To help your boyfriend's friend. 

Mingi was trying so hard not to drive his hips into you. 

Once you finally sank down, the pain from him stretching you out was, well, painful. It hurt like shit. The biggest cock you’ve ever taken. Your hands landed on his chest with a heavy breath, “Oh my god, Mingi.” 

His head was thrown back in ecstasy, the pleasure he’s never felt before. “C-can you move?” He whined. You slowly nodded before rolling your hips experimentally. You gasped, his cock already hitting you in all the right places, he was completely stretching you out like never before. 

Finally finding a good enough pace for you both, you took your time fucking him. He was already gone, there wasn’t a single thought in that fucked out brain of his. Mingi was full out subbing for you. Despite his giant body and species, he was a complete bottom. 

Mingi’s hands found your waist as you bounced up and down his cock. 

He wished you were his. He wished you were his mate to claim. His to breed forever. 

His knot was rapidly approaching him. 

Mingi gripped your waist hard, now taking control of the pace, his hips pounding up into yours. 

You fell to his chest, moaning into his ear. His balls rapidly smacking into your ass, as he growled. 

His cum shot through your insides, creating a knot that stretched you out bigger than his own cock. 

Once he successfully finished releasing, he let you go, “Seonghwa won’t be here for a while longer, he’s gonna let my knot complete.” Mingi whispered to your tired form.

The second the blanket was on you, and you were covered, you had passed out, thinking of Seonghwa.

[teenietinytangerine]

THE TRUTH UNTOLD part 1. "lust at first sight." chapter 2.

prev > chapter 1 content disclaimer: smut, fingers play, f receiving, bath setting, overstimulation. pairing: gumiho!yoongi x oc (saein, a slayer from btvs universe) author's note: finallyyyyyy, this is so out of context for you guys, though i promise there's more history between them than meets the eye. I hope you like it, and if you do, don't hesitate to tell me, my asks are open!!

He opened the door and, when he turned back, half expecting to see her gone, the Slayer was removing her leather coat and setting it on the coach as she walked towards him, throwing him a what are we waiting for look and passed in front of him inside.

He had led them into the bathroom, but it wasn't any bathroom. The sun in its dying hours was coating through the large windows a washroom made of wood and dark stones, with the bath as its center piece surrounded by plants and multicolored vials that she had no desire to figure out what was inside. She also spot a pile of silky clothes neatly folded by the sink. The fox truly made this house his, uh. She would almost feel bad about making him leave if she hadn't know the real owner, and the few horrors enacted to terrorize poor onlookers so he could keep it out of sight.

Out of nowhere, water began flowing into the bath and steam spiraled up in the air. Saein shot him a look. "That's your ritual?"

"Don't you clean your food?" His tone was irritably too innocent about it. With another flick of the wrist, the wooden curtains gently fell and the candles lit to compensate for the loss of the light. "So you want me to take a bath?" His hands gripped her hips from behind and his index teased under her tee-shirt, leaving goose bumps on her flesh. He leaned. "You spend your nights chasing cadavres in cemeteries, can you blame me?" "Alright now,  that's part of the whole schtick, it doesn't mean I'm not familiar with soap and-" Her protestation was blown out like a candle flame as he placed a chaste kiss below her ear, and profited from her confusion to remove the piece of coton out of her, leaving her bra as the sole protector of her bust.

She tried to turn around, avid to dive in the dance but he held her in place. "Don't. Let me." His voice had changed, deeper, authoritative, as if the mask of the Man was fissuring, and something else was echoing.

His digits were tracing thoughtless patterns on her neck, her shoulders, her back, while she was biting her lip down, fighting every instinct to stay put, to let him play with her, ravaging her with the most innocuous motions while every fiber of her being were screaming for permission to pin him on the floor. A silent sigh when he suddenly undid her denim button and the baggy jeans dropped to her ankles. She felt him so close behind her but he was careful to never let his body brush her more than a few seconds, here and there, only in the most benign parts of her, while he was removing every single pieces of clothing on her, always gently pushing her away when she was trying to speed up the process, and leading her inside the bath at the same time.

By the time she sank in, Saein was losing the threads of her thoughts in the sensitive mess he had made of her skin, and the heated water over her millions of pins and needles felt like an healing balm. So distracted by the relief, she only heard him shuffle something in her back and before she could glance back at him, he had removed his drapery robe and freed his arms but nothing more.

In her bubbles, she was starkly naked while he stood dry and fully dressed, sitting himself down by the edge of the bath as a smile was floating on his lips, absorbed in his admiration. Still, some part of him was waiting for her to stand up, throw a punch at him and leave, but there she was, the mighty Slayer, her eyes coated with a hazy nitescence and her jet hair swaying in the wake of the waves. Beautiful.

"How you feeling?"

"Hm, warm." She pulled on his shirt. "Come." With care, he removed her fingers to interlace theirs and, with an embrace, brought her easily closer to him, keeping her back against the edge of the bath and therefore removing himself from her vision and yet invading her space, his mouth straying right by her ear. "No, thank you. I like the view from here better."

Out of thin air, Yoongi pulled a sponge already foaming and began bathing her, washing properly her arms, her feet, her thighs, brushing innocently over her chest, hovering prudishly between her legs... When she strayed too far ahead in the water, the gumiho had to bend over to bring her back with a firm pull.

"Hajima", he murmured to her ear and the sensation of his breath sent a pulse in her belly. "Stop teasing me, then." She could hear him hold back a chuckle. "Already?" He was worse than a cat with a mouse, the anticipation was killing her. "Alright, then." And he took a nibble at her earlobe while his hand abandoned the sponge to travel with purpose on her breasts. He readjusted himself to be able to see the way his palm cupped under her flesh, how her nipples reacted to his touch and how her breathing grew deeper. His thumb was exploring her sensitivities, circling with precision and mirroring on the other, wondering how they would feel between his teeth... Focus.

Every tremor of hers was improving his aim and soon she came to regret the time he only teased for now he seemed to only care about finding the most sensible inches of her. Through his fingertips, the nine-tailed fox could sense the wave of pleasure rising in her, a slow churning he was spurring, only when it reached the tide he craved for that one of his hand slip along her skin all the way down to the warmth of her intimacy and let the surge build.  

She held back a gasp as he began exploring, gently wondering around at the rhythm of her twitches, stroking her piano keys and figuring out her harmony. It's only when she dropped her head back on his shoulder with a contained groan that he noticed something was off and froze.

"Are you holding back your voice?"

"Uh? aniyo,"

He scoffed, she was not even trying to lie properly. "You are, and you're trying to come fast!" The Gumiho couldn't tell if he was outraged or amused. "I thought you wanted to feed me, what kind of lukewarm meal is that?" Ceasing coldly all his movements, leaving her oh so lonely, "Don't-" She stopped herself. Since his assaults had taken hold of her, this was her first chance to properly breathe among the steam that was now completely enveloping them. "Maybe, I'm just not the loud type" Shameless, the huntress that had made herself a willing prey wouldn't even turn her head to see the disapproving face of a man that was not buying any of that bullshit. "Oh, really?" Thank goodness she could not the glint that had lit up in his pupils. Without warning, his fingers took back hold of what they had abandoned and, neglecting the gentleness they had showed previously, ferociously threw her back into such a tidal wave that he nearly defeated her right here and there and a moan escaped her lips and fell with the taste of candy into his ear. "Sorry, what was that?" That lil bastard ..

But he doesn't gloat further, he knows he opened the gates he meant to open and Saein showed no signs, despite her annoyance, to close them again, getting louder and louder as his fingers slipped deeper and deeper, with an expert cadence and making her forget why she ever felt embarrassed, or even where she was.

Her toes curled, the tsunami announcing in her now reflected in her unrest body making their own real waves. She reached for the bathtub for support but instead found the back of his hair. Getting the silent message, with a kiss in the nook of her neck, he kept her pinned against the tub with one hand on her stomach while the other was bringing her closer and closer to the edge, but knowing when to slow down to only push her further, scaring her with the height and the desperation for it she was reaching. The faster her heart beat, the higher the wave was building in her, the more energy was pulsing from her to him, clouding his judgment and restraint. The kiss on her neck turned into frenzied licks, his tongue tasting the salt of her skin. Feeding through the touch of his fingers felt like slurping a fine wine, but it was through his mouth the Gumiho truly felt the whole meal, and the hunger being satisfied.

Another va-et-viens and -

"I'm there, I'm there!"

Her toes curled, every fiber of her being tensed as the pleasure flooded in and out of her. He barely slowed down for a minute, letting them both ride it, until he felt her hand try to push his away, but he held on. "Not yet. More." He groaned, that bass in his voice more guttural than ever. His movements picked up and the Slayer that wasn't even properly done riding her first orgasm, nearly squeaked as the second came on the horizon. Softly, this time, he coddled her "You can go further," but his velvety tones did not align with the manner in which he was ravaging her clit with his thumb while the index and major were arching in her without mercy. She kicked the water and cursed his name in unspeakable languages. Yet, it took no time at all for another tsunami that made the first one pale in comparison took her in an interminable spiral, as he was guiding her through it, driving her through the surges until, little by little, they became ripples.

Then only, he withdrew, as well as his grip on her and let her slip down further in the water... Only to immediately catch her again when he noticed she was slipping down too fast and too low. "Oi careful there."

Her eyes rolled back.

"... damn..."

It was so hot in there, so hot and her heart was pounding so hard in her ribcage it was the only thing she could hear. She was on the brink of passing out

 And yet it felt like heaven. A steamy heaven.  

He laid her back up in the bath, more securely, and after making sure she was holding her own, he let go of her to lean back on the edge, his chin in his palm, watching her come back to earth, fascinated. If he was honest, he also felt a little more light-headed, distracted, (aroused), than he had expected but he put it on the account of not having this kind of full meal in quite a long time. He was just out of practice.

She was watching him too, in a haze. He hadn't let her sneak more than a peek of his face while he was playing with her and now there he was, almost glowing in the steam, a look of pure satisfaction on his fine lines. Her gaze fell on his milky skin, the sharp shape of his eyebrows, the round curve of his nose, and then longed on his lips, his full, enticing, slightly apart lips, ready for reaping. "Pretty."

She didn't realize she had been moving, nor did he understand her intentions until, with barely a touch, with the softest of collision, her lips locked themselves with his. His eyes widened as hers close shut, impervious. A smile of hers broke it. "That was nice"  

Taken aback, the mythical creature blinked.

He would have stayed there, frozen, if she hadn't almost slipped down in the bath again in her attempt to return to her previous position, before he caught back her arm, and his senses.

"Alright, time for a nap." And with a swift movement, he got her out of the bath and into his arms, grabbing a towel he snuggled her into, and led her out to the bed.

EPILOGUE

He sat  her on the mattress, handing her an old tee-shirt, as she mumbled.

"I'm not sleepy."

"Your eyes are still close."

Crunching her nose, she opened, with difficulty, her eyes and slipped into the white tee. As he was about to leave, she said "How about you?"

"What about me?" She reached for the rim of his pants to turn the fox to her.

"Don't you want me to take care of you?" The cocky smile he drew on his face was not quite as confident as he would want it to be, still rattled by earlier.

He gently removed her hand and, holding her shoulders, laid her down forcibly on the bed. "It's your pleasure that feeds me, not mine. So... I need you rested, and comfortable, and happy. Sleep, I'm begging you."

Nobody could deny the exhaustion that had taken over her, not even her when she could scarcely get back up now that she felt the softness of the comforter. Still, she grabbed his shirt before he could back away.

"But it still feels good, right?"

This time, he almost laughed. "I guess it's not too bad."

Now, her smile, that was a cocky smile. She pulled, and he suddenly remembered her strength as he nearly smashed into her if he hadn't caught himself with an elbow, inches away from her face.

"I'll sleep, if you sleep."

"I don't-" But every protestation died in his throat as she was already rolling and pulling his arm around her waist, finally letting herself sink into a pillow and in rest. I guess i could use a nap. Giving up, the Gomiho made himself comfortable and soon slipped into Morpheus arms.

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Affirmation [hitman!Hyunjin]

Characters: Hyunjin, older fem!OC, Jeong In (mentioned), Felix (mentioned), Lee Know (mentioned) Rating: A/O for Adults Only Content Warnings/Tags: pining (m), banter, mentions of previous voyeurism (m), public foreplay/petting (m receiving), semi-public sex, shower sex, raw orgasm(s), doggy style Word Count: 5,330 Summary: After being apart from Blackbox for over a month, Hyunjin is going stir-crazy. He can't get her out of his mind no matter how much she seems to not want him around. When she agrees to meet him in Seoul, he's both surprised and eager. Note: This is part of a larger John Wick AU, which can be found here.

“I know you fucked I.N.”

            She snorted, adjusting the phone against her ear. “Now you’re a stalker, too? Pick a struggle, Hwang.”

            “I have,” he said, his voice eerily soft even through the phone. “It’s you.”

            “Spare me,” she sighed.

            “What does he have that I don’t?” he went on.

           “A positive rapport, a moral compass, I could go on but I don’t see the point,” she said.

            “I kept you alive in that cell,” he said.

            “You did,” she said, sharp now. “It cost me dozens of human lives, and even after all that you still didn’t free me. I.N did that.”

            “If it hadn’t been for me, no one would have found you,” he said.

            “See, this is why I don’t talk to you,” she said. “You never see the point even when it’s right in front of you.”

            “But it isn’t right in front of me,” he insisted. “We’re on the phone.”

            “You know what I mean, you jackass.”

            He whined. She glared at the living room wall and pretended it was him.

            “Where are you?” he asked. “I want to see you.”

            “If you have to ask then you must be a truly abysmal stalker,” she said.

            “I know you were at the Seoul Continental after your escape,” he said. “I don’t know where you went after that.”

            “And I’m not going to tell you. Don’t call again unless you actually need something, Hwang,” she said, and promptly hung up on him.

Hyun Jin exercised a remarkable amount of restraint by waiting a month to contact Blackbox again. A long month of shooting people at Lee Know’s command and hoping against hope that he’d run into her somewhere, despite being pretty sure she was in the States while he was still in Korea.

            Hell, at this point he would have accepted running into I.N. I.N was connected to her, therefore Hyun Jin could feel closer to her by proxy.

            I.N was partially to blame for Hyun Jin’s renewed obsession with her, anyway. Clearly, she had no moral scruples about sleeping with killers if she’d been just fine with fucking the Gumiho himself.

            Hyun Jin needed to sleep with her.

            He told himself that was all it was. Not that he missed being around her like when she’d been pretending to serve under Lee Know. Not that he was grateful to her for helping him get revenge on Yong Bok. Not even that she had sacrificed half of her contacts to quench his bloodthirst, a tithe to convince him to keep her alive once she’d been found to not be quite as loyal as everyone thought.

            No, he told himself, it wasn’t about any of that. He told himself it was just because he really needed to fill her with his cum.

            Losing half her might hadn’t affected her linchpin status. Blackbox had the Gumiho as her lapdog now; nobody was getting close to her without going through him, and very few people dared to even try. I.N had risen to prominence as a teenager and only gotten deadlier with every year that passed.

            Hyun Jin was almost desperate enough to mess with him, but he got the feeling if he so much as ruffled I.N’s hair wrong Blackbox would never speak to him again, on the phone or otherwise.

            So after a long month of jerking off to the worst things he could think of involving him, her, and sometimes even I.N, he called her again.

            “What?” she said, not bothering to greet him properly. At least she was courteous enough to speak Korean. He pouted and wished she could see it.

            “Ouch,” he said. “You didn’t miss me at all?”

            “Of course I didn’t,” she said. Hyun Jin clutched at his shirt like she’d wounded him grievously.

            “After all we’ve been through together,” he said theatrically. “It’s like you don’t even care about me.”

            “That’s because I don’t,” she said. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re a business contact. I don’t spare thoughts for you in my personal time.”

            All right, that one did sting a little.

             “Yet here I am thinking about you every single day,” he said.

            “Sounds like a personal problem,” she said.

            “Quite,” he agreed tersely. “Is he there with you right now?”

            “Who?”

            “The Gumiho.”

            “No,” she said. “Why? Think you’ll finish the job while he’s out?”

            “I don’t even know where you are,” he said honestly. “I’m surprised he’d leave you alone, though, after the ordeal. Both the threat to your life part and the fucking his brains out part.”

            “I don’t require an around-the-clock watch,” she said, ignoring the crass half of his statement. Hyun Jin shrugged even though she couldn’t see it.

            “You never know when you’ll find yourself in trouble,” he said.

            “Are you threatening me?”

            That stung a little more.

            “I had plenty of chances to kill you and I didn’t,” he pointed out.

            “Answer the question, Hwang,” she said, impatient.

            “Hyun Jin,” he snapped back.

            “What?” she asked, sounding as taken aback as he felt. He shouldn’t have said that. His name was one of his best-guarded secrets. He and the Gumiho were a lot alike in that way.

            “My given name,” he said, feeling suddenly soft, exposed. “Please use it instead.”

            “Are you threatening me, Hyun Jin?” she asked, though the fight had gone out of her voice.

            “No,” he answered, truthful. “No, I’m not threatening you. I miss you so much and I’m starting to think that the only way I’m going to see you is if you’re in trouble so bad that you need me again and finally fucking call me.”

            She made no reply to that. Probably too stunned to speak. So he went on.

            “But I don’t want that, either. I don’t want you to be in danger again. I don’t want you to need me like that. I don’t think I want you to need me at all. I want you to want me. I want you to want to see me.”

            Another couple beats of silence. Hyun Jin was gripping his phone too tightly.

            Finally, she said, “You’re asking a lot.”

            Hyun Jin ran his free hand through his hair and let his head fall back against the wall behind him with a thunk.

            “I know,” he said, trying not to sound as miserable as he felt.

            “What time zone are you in right now?” she asked, catching him off-guard.

            “KST,” he answered. “Why?”

            “Are you booked out these next several days?”

            Hyun Jin felt suddenly lightheaded. He wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly.

            “No,” he said, answering the question as he’d processed it. “No, my time is mine these next few days.”

            “I’ll meet you at the Seoul Continental in three days,” she said in a voice that brokered no argument. Hyun Jin’s spine straightened automatically.

            “Yes, ma’am,” he answered.

            She hung up on him. Hyun Jin pulled his phone away from his ear and stared at it like he’d never seen it before.

Hyun Jin spent the next two days grappling with the possibility that this was a set-up and Blackbox was sending the Gumiho to kill him. I.N was smart enough not to break the rules by committing a crime on Continental grounds, but that wouldn’t stop him from camping out across the street and waiting to dome Hyun Jin when he finally came outside.

            Hell, even if Blackbox did show up, was she above using this as an elaborate scheme to lure Hyun Jin into a false sense of security? Was Hyun Jin really stupid enough to walk right into a potential trap like this?

            Whether or not stupid was the correct word for it, on the afternoon of the third day, he checked into the Seoul Continental and texted her his room number.

            Then he waited.

            An hour later, she texted him back.

          You’re not going to make me pay for my own room after coming all this way, are you?

            He raised an eyebrow and quickly typed back.

            You won’t have to pay for shit if you just share with me.

            Not ten seconds later, someone knocked on his door. He quickly got up to open it. There she was, suitcase in tow.

            “Was that supposed to be some kind of test?” he asked as he stood aside to let her in.

            “I wanted to see if you were gentleman,” she said. She surveyed the room, her eyes glancing over the one king-sized bed. “I’m unsurprised to find the answer is no.”

            “There aren’t a lot of gentlemen in this business,” Hyun Jin said, keeping his voice nonchalant as he locked and bolted the door. She couldn’t know about what he'd done with her security footage . . . Could she? “And besides, you came here so I could see you. How am I supposed to do that if you’re in another room?”

            “They offer rooms with two beds,” she muttered as she propped her suitcase on a stand and opened it. He watched while she unpacked a few things.

            “How long are you planning to stay?” he asked.

            “If I find I can’t stand you, just tonight. If I can? Then I’m not sure,” she said.

            “I’d better be on my best behavior, then,” he muttered.

            “I’m afraid it’s a little late for that,” she said, tugging a swimsuit out of her suitcase. Hyun Jin eyed her warily. Did she know? “I saw the pool on the way in. It makes New York’s look like a bathtub. I’m going down and you’re welcome to come.”

            Before Hyun Jin could even give his assent, she pulled her shirt and bra over her head in one motion. He gaped at her. She slipped out of her pants and underwear just as quickly. Then she wiggled into her swimsuit as though nothing strange had happened, as though she hadn’t just given Hyun Jin a great view of her bare tits and ass, a view that had only existed in his imagination up until now.

            She tossed him a withering look. “I thought we established you aren’t a gentleman. Are you coming or not?”

            She had to know. How had she found out? It was true that Blackbox seemed to know everything about everyone, but how had she found that out? He shook himself mentally and went to his own suitcase. “Yeah,” he grunted. He then promptly shut himself in the bathroom to figure out the best way to hide a boner in swimwear.

The pool was enormous. It looked like two long pools built to intersect, large enough to have an island at the center. One could access the island either by swimming to it and climbing a set of stairs or by crossing a bridge over the water. A member of the concierge provided them towels as they entered the pool area, and Hyun Jin followed her lead while she chose lounge chairs to leave their things at. She slipped out of her strapless cover-up, and Hyun Jin tugged his shirt over his head, dropping it on a chair.

            Now that he was no longer rattled, he was able to do a quick assessment of her body. The cuts and bruises she’d been dealt from her time as Lee Know’s prisoner had healed nicely, several of them joining a collection of older scars. Hyun Jin had quite a few of his own. It wasn’t really something you could escape in their line of work.

            She paused to put her hair into a high ponytail. Hyun Jin opted to leave his hair, almost shoulder length, loose. She crossed to the pool, descending the marble steps into the water. Hyun Jin trailed a few paces behind, surveying the others in the area. There weren’t too many people using the pool relative to its size.

            As stupid as it was, Hyun Jin felt abruptly protective of her. The odds of anything bad happening to her on Continental grounds were almost zero, which was probably why she’d chosen to meet here in the first place. Still, he couldn’t help the way his eyes slid across the other patrons, ensuring none of them were sizing her up or making note of her for a later date.

            She swam away from him, looking legitimately relaxed and happy to be in the water. So many people in this life, especially as they got older, let the mask be the default. Hyun Jin himself was only in his early twenties, and she had years on him, had been doing this shit even longer. It was nice to see humanity slip in, if only for a moment.

            Hyun Jin floated at his leisure, aware of her whereabouts without interrupting her while she paddled and dived down to swim along the bottom of the pool. He was suddenly terrified of annoying her, of breaking her peace.

            After maybe twenty minutes in the pool, Hyun Jin’s spine went straight thanks to a familiar voice. As discreetly as he could, he swam around to the other side of the island to get a better look. The owner of the voice met his eyes, and Hyun Jin did everything in his power to pretend it hadn’t happened.

            It was a former partner of his from a couple years ago, heiress to an underground empire. Her father had disapproved of Hyun Jin thanks to his erratic personality and reputation. It had not ended well.

            He turned to swim back the way he’d come, making it just around the corner of the island when he literally ran into the person he actually wanted to see. She gave him an inquisitive look.

            “What’s got you spooked?” she asked, her hands on his arms as though to stabilize him. Hyun Jin wasn’t often aware of the age gap between them, but right then he was extremely conscious of it. He wanted to press closer, as though seeking her protection or comfort, but he narrowly refrained.

            “Old entanglement,” he said honestly. “I don’t want her to talk to me.”

            She took a peek over his shoulder, then met Hyun Jin’s eyes again. “White bikini?” she asked for clarification.

            “Yeah,” he answered.

            “Do you trust me to handle this?” she asked next.

            “Yes,” he said without hesitation.

            A switch flipped then, and she backed him against the marble tiles of the island wall, her hands coming to rest on either side of his body, boxing him in. She was close enough for him to feel the warmth of her body, but not so close that they physically touched.

            “I don’t want you talking with her today,” she said, her voice sweet, almost pouting. He noticed the way her head was angled. It would be easy for anyone looking over his left shoulder to read her lips.

            “Why?” Hyun Jin asked, more than happy to play along.

            “Because you’re with me right now,” she said, her right hand rising out of the water to rest on his chest. “I don’t want her to think she has a chance with you. Not as a quick fuck or anything else.”

            “She has no chance with me, today or any other day,” Hyun Jin said, frowning now. “What’s past is past. She’s the one who threw me away.”

            “Are you bitter, Hwang?” she asked softly. Hyun Jin caught the purposeful omission of his given name. A secret kept between them.

            “A little,” he said. Her eyes sharpened on him.

            “Why?” she asked. “You should know I can be enough for you.”

            “Of course I know that,” he breathed. Was she still acting? Because Hyun Jin sure as shit wasn’t. “I’m obsessed with you. I have been for months.”

            “I know, baby,” she said. The petname went right to his cock, which was hardening down the right leg of his swim shorts. “I know you would do anything for me.”

            He nodded as she moved closer to him. Her left arm went around his shoulders while her right hand carded through his wet hair. Her body lined up with his, and there was no chance in hell she missed his erection.

            “I know all I’d have to do is call and you’d come running,” she said, her voice dipping lower. She was so close to him that no one could have known what she said other than him. Her right hand touched his cheek while her left trailed through the water and down his body, stopping to palm directly at his hard cock.

            He sighed raggedly.

            “You’d drop everything and fly halfway around the world . . . Whether I needed you to kill a man or stuff my cunt . . .”

            As she talked she continued to rub his cock. His breathing was labored now, his body tense as he warred with how good it felt for her to touch him, and how depraved he must have been to be this close to getting off in public, right in front of an ex, no less.

            “If you don’t stop, you’re going to make me come,” he admitted hoarsely. She raised her brows at him, her lips curving into a fiendish smile.

            “Really? Right here? You really would do anything for me.”

            He swallowed hard. “It would be humiliating.”

            “Oh, Hwang . . . You’ve done much worse things than orgasm in public . . .”

            That was enough. Before he could well and truly climax in the middle of the pool, he grabbed her arm and hauled her to the showers. He only just managed to get the water on and the curtain pulled closed when she was on him, kissing him like he’d starved her to death, pushing him back against the cold tile, as though she had been the one tormented instead of the other way around. His dick throbbed, and she must have felt it because she fumbled to get his swim shorts off without pulling away from their kiss.

            He pulled them down for her while she forced her tongue into his mouth, his tongue just as eager, spit and water dripping down their chins. He groaned in relief when his cock sprang free, achingly hard.

            She pulled away from their kiss to look at it, to wrap her hand around it, entranced by the way his girth fit in her grip.

            “You’re going to feel so fucking good inside me,” she sighed. Hyun Jin’s attention snapped from her hand to her face.

            “You’re going to let me fuck you?” he asked, unsure if he’d heard right. He’d frankly been expecting a handjob at best.

            “Please,” she said. “You of all people should know how badly I’ve wanted you for months.” He huffed a short laugh, incredulous.

            “Fuck,” he hissed, leaning his head back against the tile. “You know about what I did, don’t you?”

            “You mean the way you watched my security footage and liked it so much that you kept a fucking copy? Yes, Hwang, I know what you did,” she said. He grinned in disbelief. Then he switched places with her and got to his knees.

            “I get the feeling I should beg for forgiveness,” he said, gazing up at her. She chuckled.

            “I think that’s a very good idea,” she answered, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes.

            He tugged her bikini bottom off and pushed her back against the wall, out of the spray of the water so he could keep all her wetness for himself. He delved his tongue between her folds, long, deep licks that quickly had her sighing and moaning.

            “I’m not immune to you, Hwang,” she said. “You’re fucking gorgeous and seeing you in the pool like that made me so wet.”

            “Like what?” he asked, moving one of her thighs to rest on his shoulder and putting his mouth back to work teasing her clit. She shuddered.

            “At my mercy,” she sighed. He hummed, desire shooting straight to his straining cock, pre-cum drooling from the tip. While he sucked on her clit, he eased two fingers inside her, unable to start slow. She was already so open for him, so ready to be filled. He wanted to stuff his cock inside her right then, a quick, dirty fuck, but he was already so close that if he did it now, he would be the only one that came.

            Hwang Hyun Jin was a lot of terrible things, but selfish lover was not one of them.

            So he fucked her with his fingers first, stroking her clit with his tongue while he listened to her moans, memorizing what made her flinch and writhe so he could do it again and again. Finally, he found the perfect pressure with his tongue and the perfect speed and angle with his fingers, and she fell apart for him, her nails biting into his shoulder while her body shook and her pussy fluttered.

            He didn’t hesitate after that. He stood, ripping the bikini top with its flimsy ties off her body. He lifted her by the thighs, pressing her back against the wall as he fucked into her in one smooth, sound stroke. She gasped a moan, her nails digging into his back, and he hissed, pressing as deeply inside her as he could. Her cunt was still pulsing with her orgasm, and it felt so fucking good around his cock.

            “That’s it,” he moaned. “That’s right. So fucking greedy for me.”

            She nodded, her wet ponytail bobbing. “Want you to fuck me,” she moaned. “Want you to fill up my fucking cunt.”

            Hyun Jin bared his teeth in a wild grin, pulling back nearly to the tip. “I will,” he breathed.

When Hyun Jin fucked back into her, she whined along with every smooth, hard inch. His length filled her so deeply, his thickness stretching her pussy just right, lighting every nerve on fire. When she’d felt him in the pool, she’d known he would be big, but nothing quite prepared her for having him inside her.

            Despite what she’d thought would happen, despite how eager he was, he took his time to play with her now, long, slow strokes of his cock, all the way in and all the way out, forcing her to memorize every bit of his shape and size. His muscle control was impeccable. Her body was already buzzing from pleasure; he felt so good but she needed more.

            She kissed along his neck, showing her teeth here and there. He groaned, his cock twitching inside her, but he didn’t speed up the pace. She dragged her tongue up the side of his neck and he shuddered, driving himself inside her in a swift, hard stroke, lingering there while another greedy pulse went down the length of him. His control, fraying.

            “Please, Hyun Jin,” she murmured against the shell of his ear, little more than a whisper, leaving no chance that someone might overhear his name. He froze. “I need this.” He shivered, a soft groan escaping his perfect, plush lips. “I’ve needed it for months, ever since I touched myself in that fucking confinement cell to thoughts of you, sweaty and dripping, all over me.”

            “Fuck,” he choked out, and obeyed, his hands tight enough on her thighs to bruise as he snapped into a sharp, harsh rhythm, keeping her tight against the wall as he craned his neck to kiss her, a sloppy affair that quickly became little more than tongues stroking while they moaned into each other's mouths.

            “Yes, Hwang,” she gasped out. “That’s it, fuck, yes. Gonna make me come again.”

            “Good,” he grunted, a sound that quickly tapered into a whine as she scored her nails down his back. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”

            “Then don’t last,” she goaded. “Fill me up with your cum like we both want so badly.”

            “Fuck, noona,” he groaned.

            “Harder, Hwang.”

            He did as commanded, and like she said she would, she came on his cock, her cunt fluttering euphorically over something so big. She didn’t bother trying to control the volume of her moans, alerting everyone in the showers that there were indeed degenerates in their midst. After three more hard thrusts, Hyun Jin fell apart, filling her with hot spurts of cum. With the exception of one more shuddering thrust, he didn’t even bother to fuck her through it, choosing instead to press as close to her as he could, body to body, cock buried, panting moans against her ear.

            “So fucking good, Hyun Jin,” she breathed in his ear once he’d finished emptying his mess inside her, his bruising grip letting up. He put her feet back on the floor and slid his cock out of her, still half-hard after all that. He was staring at her, lips parted as he tried to catch his breath, his tongue shifting behind his teeth. She couldn’t help it; he looked so good, fucked out and dripping wet, that she reached for the back of his neck, fitting her mouth to his all over again. His arms caged her against the wall instantly, pressing their naked bodies close.

            When they finally parted, he asked, “You’re staying more than one night, right?”

            She laughed, nodding. “Yeah. Seems it’ll be worth my while.”

After rinsing off the mess, they collected their things from the pool area and went back up to their room to wash the chlorine from their hair. Despite his insistence that they could totally shower together, she told him to go first and took hers after.

            Good thing, too, because once she got out of the shower Hyun Jin barely let her dry off before putting her face down, ass up on the bed and fucking her again. She came even harder than before, her core still sore from the first round. From the sound of him, he came just as hard this time, and the mess wasn’t diminished in volume.

            She rolled over on the bedspread and just stared at him while he pushed the hair out of his face, his eyes locked on her pussy where his cum had started to leak out. His muscles were still tight from the exertion of fucking her twice, his plush lips parted while he panted. If one could get past the crazy and the killing, he was a perfect specimen.

            He licked his lips and pressed them together, meeting her gaze as he seemed to come back to himself. Then he stretched to grab the tissue box on the nightstand, his lean, strong body on full display. She groaned, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes.

            “What?” he asked as he started to clean the mess from between her legs, careful not to use too much pressure. She could hear the smile in his voice.

            “You’re gorgeous and I’m going to be so fucking sore when this trip is over,” she moaned, dropping her hands to look at him. He was focused intensely on his task.

            “I would apologize, but I’m not even a little sorry,” he said. She huffed a short laugh in response.

            “Me neither,” she agreed. He dropped the tissues in the trash, then came to lounge next to her in the bed. He looked pensive, almost hesitant.

            “What is it?” she asked, rolling onto her side to face him.

            He was quiet for a moment, then met her eyes again. “You have to tell I.N. I refuse to be the other man.”

            “He already knows,” she said. “He knew before I left where I was going and why, and I updated him while you were in the shower. As long as you don’t hurt me, and as long as I don’t replace him, he doesn’t care.”

           Hyun Jin sighed with relief. “Thanks. I never want to be in that situation again,” he said. She propped herself up on an elbow.

            “You’ll murder forty-seven people in front of me, but you draw the line at infidelity?” she asked, a little incredulous but not unkind.

            “I’ve never been killed before, so I guess I’m able to mentally distance myself from that one,” he said by way of explanation.

            “You’ve been cheated on?” she asked. He nodded.

            “You’d be surprised how often it happens. They either think I’m too busy to notice, or too deranged to care. Neither is true.”

            “What about the woman at the pool? Did she . . . ?”

            “Yeah. Her father disapproved of me and rather than cutting me loose she just . . . let me be a side piece. Except I didn’t know I was the side piece,” he said. He made a disgusted sound. “And when I did find out, I killed the other guy. It was the wrong call. I should have killed her, but at least I know better now.”

            “You kill your exes?” she asked.

            “Only the ones that betray me,” he said.

            “I’ll try to stay on your good side,” she said.

            “I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” he said. “You’ve been honest with both me and I.N, and I’m sure it’s obvious by now that I trust you. And my trust is very difficult to earn these days.”

            “I gathered,” she said softly, thinking of the way his name felt on her tongue.

            “I want to meet him,” Hyun Jin said then. “I.N. I want to make sure we all know what’s happening.”

            “Yeah,” she said, nodding. “I can arrange that.”

            “Gotta make sure your scary guard dogs can get along,” he muttered. She chuckled, a lopsided grin on her face.

            “My what?”

            “Scary guard dogs. I figure you need at least two to make up for all the allies you lost,” he said.

            “The ones you killed, you mean,” she clarified. He waved his hand dismissively.

            “Whatever. Lee Know would have done it if I hadn’t, but if Lee Know had, you wouldn’t have gotten anything out of the deal. He’s not as nice as me,” he said.

            “Low bar,” she said. He pouted.

            “I’ve been very nice to you,” he said.

            She hummed thoughtfully and reached to run her index finger along his soft length. His eyes snapped to her hand.

            “I certainly hope you’re not as nice to everyone as you are to me . . .”

            “Point made,” he said, his voice a little strained again. There was no way he could go again so soon, and by the look on his face, he wasn’t very happy with his body thwarting him like that. She pulled her hand away from his cock, not wanting to torment him further. Instead, she leaned forward to kiss him, which he accepted gratefully.

            “I’m happy I came to see you,” she said softly, her eyes still closed. He kissed her again, his full lips slow and tender on hers.

            “So am I,” he said, then gathered her in his arms and lay back down, skin to naked skin.

            “You’re so warm,” she murmured, relaxing against him, her head on his chest. “I could sleep like this.”

            “We should do that tonight, assuming your sleep cycle isn’t too fucked up,” he said, his voice just as quiet, a vibration against her cheek. She nodded.

            “I’d like that.”

            Hyun Jin shifted, cradling her just that little bit closer. “Does I.N know your real name?” he asked quietly.

            “Yes,” she said. He’d known it for years, and even when he’d been angry with her, he’d never given it away.

            “Will you tell me, too?” Hyun Jin asked now, timid, like he feared her rejection.

            “In the morning,” she said.

            “Promise?” he asked next. She moved just enough so she could look him in the face. She’d never seen him look at her quite like that before, his expression gentle and open and a little afraid. She put her hand on his cheek.

            “I promise,” she said solemnly, and it smoothed the worry from his features. He closed his eyes, and she laid her head over his heart again.

[books-and-strawberry-tea]

Books I always forget about cause they are on my kindle:

Am I the only one like this? I always forget what I have when its a digital collection. I've been collecting since I bought my kindle. I read heaps on my kindle. But I just keep adding more and more to my collection. So here's a list of books a want to read that's on there. If anyone has any feed back or recommendations about my list, please leave a comment! Also if you decide to look into the books on this list, be aware some are 18+ and have TW.

Vampires: Hollow - Legend (Series) Tethered (series) Court (started) The southern book clubs guide to slaying vampires (Started) Twilight (series) Court of the vampire queen (40%) From blood and ash Bitten and bound Vampire academy Die for you (aus) The vampire in the bookstore Bound to the vampires Empire of the vampire - Empire of the damned (series) Feathers so vicious (series) House of crimson hearts Shade of a blood moon blood oath - shadow heart - twisted soul (series)

Manga: Somethings wrong with us (Manga) Say i love you (Manga)

Contemporary/contemporary romance/dark romance ect: Den of vipers The predator The ritual Things we never got over The virgin suicides Ninth house - Hell bent (series) God of Malice Hate mail Hate (JAMES) Bridget jones diary Hunting adeline (Started) Kiss the sky The seven husbands of evelyn hugo Moments of mayhem Lights out Mine (AK ROSE) Falling leaves Twisted friction Saint - sinner - priest - midnight mass (series) Love of my after life Theif (MASSERY)

Fantasy/fantsy romance: The spell shop Yumi and the nightmare painter Gideon the ninth Kingdom of blood and betrayal (35%) - A kingdom of venom and vows (series) Heir of the beast (series) Whispers of the deep The crimson moth The orchid and the owl (started) The song of the marked A court of silver flames (started) Half a soul (series) The god and the gumiho A discovery of witches Psycho fae - psycho shifters - (series) Daughter of the moon goddess (30%) - Heart of the sun warrior Powerless The liars crown Forged by malice - bonded by thorns - Woven by gold (series) Heaven officials blessings The dragons bride Dark heir - dark rise (series) Legends and lattes Lightlark - Nightbane (ugh) The very secret society of irregular witches One dark window - two twisted crowns (series) The invisible life of addie larue One little nightmare Daughter of no worlds The unmaking of June farrow Feather so black Songbird of the sorrows What is dark within me (series) A dream so wicked - Sleeping beauty retelling Of darkness and ruination

Ghosty/Hauntings/Spirits/Halloweenie ect: When stars come out Black silk and Sympathy (Aus) Love letters to a serial killer Good girl bad blood (started) - as good as dead (series) House of hollow Chlorine Carving for cara Her soul to take (series) A soul to keep The curse of the flores women The haunting of blackwych grange Leather and lark Starling House A deadly education Spells for forgetting Rouge In the clearing (aus) In a dark mirror Creations captive

Japanese stories: 夏物語 (Breasts and Eggs JP ver) The full moon coffee shop If cats disappeared from the world (ENG/JP) Conveniance store woman Butter コーヒーが冷めないうちに - 川口 俊和 Days at the morisaki bookshop (series)

[rebelangelsims]

Eat your heart out

Featuring amazing poses and outfit by @midnightsquartz, thank you for creating something perfect for Solar being half gumiho and half witch

[alloveydovey]

Dramas from this past month :) I was on a trip the whole time, so I watched random stuff and rewatched a lot.

Love Between Fairy and Devil, 2022 (cdrama) 9

The Lord supreme of the Moon Tribe gets out of fairy prison after 30.000 years thanks to a seemingly innocent orchid fairy who accidentally frees him and links them together.

This was epic. I'd say I was lost 40% of the time, but I enjoyed it a lot. It was my first cdrama of this type, and I wasn't expecting to be into it, but I totally binged it.

I Hear Your Voice, 2013 (kdrama) 8

19-year-old ML partners up with FL lawyer to help her win cases with his ability to read minds. Ten years prior, she had been a key witness and helped get the man who killed his father in jail.

I need to remind myself that I usually get a bit bored with lawyer dramas. It's hard to explain if I enjoyed this one or not. On one side, I loved LJS, and Lee Bo Young was great as the FL. The storyline had great aspects, and I binged most of it, but I wouldn't say it left an impression or something. I spent the last episodes skipping because I was already tired of it.

Full House, 2004 (kdrama) 7/7.5

Already known lol. A scriptwriter is duped by her friends and loses her house to an actor. To regain possession of it, she enters into a contract marriage with him.

I kinda like watching old kdramas because I find them more bingable… until this one lol. Full House was a bit a lot of a mess. Granted, the 00s seemed to be THE time for MLs who spend half of the drama chasing another woman while the FL tags along, but this became difficult to follow quickly. The only reason I kept going was because Song Hye Kyo and Rain were really charismatic and fun to watch together (also, they're both really good looking it's insane)

I really wanted to like this oldie, but their chaotic coming and going broke me.

The Legend of the Blue Sea, 2016 (kdrama) (rewatch!) 10 ⭐️

A mermaid meets a con man in Spain and falls in love. When the bad guys come for him, they both separate with the intention of meeting again in Seoul, except his memory is erased and he doesn't remember her.

I'm not sure if this is a 10 for everyone, but it's certainly a 10 for me. It has everything, and Jun Ji Hyun is absolutely perfect in it, truly a comedy queen. It's also probably my favorite Lee Min Ho role. Rewatching it made me laugh, aww, and giggle all over again. (I kinda think the reason I liked it is because it reminds me of My Girlfriend is a Gumiho but better lol)

An Incurable Case of Love, 2020 (jdrama) 8

A girl falls in love with a doctor while visiting Tokyo and decides to become a nurse to meet him again.

This was very much like Mischievous Kiss/Playful Kiss, but maybe lighter and sweeter? Definitely more watchable. Emotionally constipated MLs get a bit annoying at some point but I remain a big fan of sweetheart FLs.

The Date of Marriage, 2023 (jdrama) 7.5/8

A girl with a life plan is two years away from thirty but still hasn't achieved what she wanted (marriage). A co-worker proposes that if she still hasn't found someone by the time she turns thirty, he'll marry her.

The premise in this one is rather weak. Boy likes girl, and girl likes boy, and so there really is no reason for why they shouldn't date when both established such a promise (getting married by her 30th bday), but because of insecurities, they come and go about whether they like each other or not, and it's annoying. On the other hand, this little drama is super original in its way of storytelling. Breaking the 4th wall with authentic ways for the characters to express themselves. It's also visually dynamic. The colors make for an extremely nice watch. Aaaaand, both ML and FL are cute as hell with great chemistry.

Shopping King Louie, 2016 (kdrama) 7.5

The overprotected successor of a business empire gets into an accident and loses his memory. A girl from a rural area who is in Seoul looking for her brother (whose disappearance is linked to the ML's accident) decides to take him under her wing as they both try to make it on their own.

Seo In Guk heavily saves this drama, lol. I kept watching mainly because of him, Nam Ji Hyun, and the decent cast. I kinda started annoyed at the secondary characters and ended up really enjoying them. It's a silly fun drama where the premise is obviously not the forte, but still, I had fun watching.

Rewatched Dramas! (That I'm not adding above cause I flash-watched them = meaning I skipped a lot of scenes lol) ⬇️

Destined With You, 2023

I wanted to rewatch this one to see if the rating I gave it held up, especially since I feel like it was the beginning of a long list of kdramas with a similar premise (and, like, they all came out around the same time—what was that?).

To me, at least, it deserves a decent 8.5. It was probably my favorite of all the ones with similar storylines (My Demon, A Good Day to be a Dog, The Story of Park's Marriage Contract, My Man in Cupid). The first episodes grab you completely, and then the story kind of lowers the quality a bit, but Rowoon and Bo Ah keep it entertaining.

The Secret Life of My Secretary, 2019 ⭐️

ML hires secretaries only for a year. Despite her impeccable behavior, FL is no exception. Just when he fires her, ML loses the ability to recognize faces except for his secretary's, the one he just fired.

This is def a 7/7.5 type of drama, but I think it’s the one I’ve rewatched the most. 100% a comfort one for me. The plot is insane, and I don’t always like it, but the chemistry between the leads is so worth it. Their whole boss-secretary dynamic is so original and cute and just perfeeeect. Both actors truly nail the cute persona.

[mythvoiced]

Here my lil muses update (as of 5th May 2023)

MUSES ON HIATUS

THE VAMPIRE - Domenico

THE SORCERESS - Seona

THE AUTHOR - Samuel

THE CURATOR - Han

THE SIREN - Marina

THE SOCRATES - Corey

MUSES ON HIATUS BC I'M REVAMPING 'EM

THE REAPER - Kaeden

THE VALKYRIE - Diana

THE MESSENGER - Nuntius

THE NECROMANCER - Fabian

THE VA - Chulsoo

THE REBORN - Anton

MUSES REMOVED FROM PAGE BUT AVAILABLE SELECTIVELY

THE HALF FOX - Rang

THE ICEBERG - Prince

FUTURE MUSES I'M WORKING ON (WIP+)

THE LURE - June (he/him, 'magic battery', if all goes well he'll be Thanh's younger brother which means I have to adapt Thanh as well SIGH)

THE CANARY - Aaron (he/him, just a guy)

THE SMILE - Lián/Sōngruǐ (he/they, two-faced wuxia beauty)

visuals/pins that infected me with the idea: june: x, x; aaron: x, x, x; lián: x, x, x

OTHER LIL NOTES

I will be officially prioritizing Hyun's Celebrity Verse over their Main (Gumiho) Verse, at the same time, though, I will prioritize Miyoung's Gumiho Verse over her (Underdeveloped & Vague) Celebrity Verse

I will be deleting all reblogged memes from ye olde mythvoiced and reblob some new ones soon

I'm gonna throw together a muse page that is so minimalist and lazy--

[rosenlily-aka-choconut]

A few pics of our sexy half-gumiho 🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥

[kc-drama-fanatic]

Tale of the Nine Tailed (2020)

*I'm gonna be real biased in here because this is one of my all-time faves

Genre: Fantasy, Horror, Romance, Thriller

Main Actors: Lee Dong Wook, Jo Bo Ah, Kim Beom

Plot: Gumiho Lee Yeon works as a sort of supernatural law enforcement when he crosses paths with urban myth TV producer Nam Ji Ah following a lead. The two had met years prior, when Ji Ah was in a car accident and her parents disappeared. Yeon had thought Ji Ah may be his first love reincarnated, but she did not posess the gift he had given her. The two join up to work against Yeon's half-gumiho half-brother, Lee Rang, who unleashes catastrophes on humans for fun, and who has begun to awaken Yeon's mortal enemy, Imoogi. (10/10)

Relationship: I love these two so much. They're decently communicative and trust in each other, and they're both wily as foxes (heh) and can work well together or separately without ruining the overall plan. Rang and Yu Ri's relationship is so dear to me and I absolutely adore Rang and Soo Oh. Yeon's friendships with the other supernaturals is fascinating as well. (9.2/10)

Characters: Lee Rang they could never make me hate you. All the characters are top tier, honestly. Complex, well-acted, with interesting storylines that aren't 30-second clips in flashbacks but actually show something. The villains are definitely some of the most original I've seen in a while. (9.5/10)

Favourite Quote/Scene: Lee Rang's transformation in one of the first episodes. Every time a reel comes across my Insta feed I have to watch it again.

Final Thoughts: I have rewatched this drama at least three times; it will forever be one of my favourites. Despite its spooky moments, I was honestly a little suprised to see it rated as horror (a genre usually not to my taste); I did not find it overly stressful despite having a combination Horror/Thriller rating. The relationships, the cast, the characters, the plot, the filming, all of it is spectacular. I am so glad it got a second and upcoming third season. (10/10)

[lunar-serpentinite]

i want to talk abt my headcanons and my au so bad but i have nowhere to talk abt it with outside of my friends' discord server 🥹👍 like hi hello would u like to hear abt my au that has :

tamil james who grew up wholly immersed in his culture and telugu lily who was adopted by a white british family, lived in a small and majority white town and never had any connection to her culture until she met james and sharanya (my name for the patil twins' mum) at hogwarts

swana black family who are older than the statute of secrecy— hell even britain itself as we know it— and who are literally out of the grasp of the ministry itself, are quite literally above everyone and everything else . theyre not impressed w voldy in any way at all cz theyve literally seen and survived worse than him .

jegulily happened bc jily offered asylum for regulus after he realised voldy is batshit insane and regulus needed to rethink all of his life choices including unlearning the blood supremacy bullshit he walked himself into

actually regulus who couldnt go back to his family out of humiliation after he apparently "lowered himself" for a "measly half-blood with a god complex" so he had to grit his teeth and shatter his pride a little more to turn to sirius for help

harry who only became the boy who lived at age five bc ancient potter magic let them hide from voldy better than a fidelius charm and no one dies but lily does get the reputation of being the one who landed the final blow on voldy

more lore on the other families like the lovegoods (greek, with ties to the og ancient greek oracles as well as the cults for demeter and persephone), malfoys (french, deeply intertwined w the french court / parliament what have you and a mysterious connection to the rhine), weasleys (scottish, protectors of ancient magical scottish groves who were driven away from their home), parkinsons (korean, hides their stories in the garment they create and may or may not have a past w gumihos) etc.

idk if u wanna hear more just ,,, hmu i guess ? idk 😭😭😭 the hyperfixation is just too strong i need to let it out

[missisjoker]

The entrance to the Afterlife Immigration Office was slightly ajar, escaping energy buzzing and radiating through the heavy wooden door, making Lee Yeon miss a step. The usual annoyed and erratic flow of Taluipa’s power was muffled by something overwhelmingly still, like the air before a thunderstorm. There was a tall, slender figure standing next to Taluipa’s table, dressed in a cassock.

 Since when do catholic priests pass through here? That’s new.

The man (a man?) spared him a glance and turned back to Taluipa, “This one won’t do.  I need the pretty one”.

Yeon felt scandalized, “I am pretty!”

The man chuckled at the pouting gumiho,and turned back to the old hag,

“Should I?”

Taluipa all but hissed,

“No need, allow me. Lee Yeon, during the lunar eclipse last Sunday, 13 demons broke the sacred seal and escaped the seventh hell”,

“Fifteen demons,”

“And formed a crack.. “

“A fissure”.

“In the Hell gate. This belligerent angel demands our cooperation in closing it because leaking blight can cause an outbreak around the globe”.

The man – the angel -  nodded, “That part is accurate”.

An angel?

Of course, no one from Joseon world would ever dare to interrupt the guardian of Samdo River so brazenly.

“An angel wearing a human body?”

Lee Yeon strolled slowly to the table, relaxing his shoulders and smiling in curiosity, trying not to give away the cold tingling in his spine. Taluipa was shaking with fury, staring at Yeon unblinking, but the fox’s full attention was on the guest next to her. The man was young, very handsome, nothing visibly extraordinary except for a faint blue gleam of his eyes that only a Gumiho’s vision could notice.

“Borrowing, with the owner’s explicit permission. Can’t go around in my natural form in the age of ticktock.”

Yeon hummed in agreement,

“True. I guess you know who I am?”

“Of course, have been following your work for a while. Big fan, especially that part where you couldn’t kill one imoogi for six hundred years”.

Lee Yeon unsheathed his sword, pointing at the angel.

“How do you want to be split, vertically or horizontally?”

The angel looked unperturbed, then gestured up and down his body, and side to side, musing,

“Horizontally. Now, do we have an agreement?”

“Agreement on what?”

Taluipa let out a heavy sigh, but the angel spoke before her,

“We need a half-blooded gumiho tethered to both worlds to close the fissure, and it’s either your three-year-old daughter or your brother.”

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Yeon’s grip on the sword faltered.

“But Rang-ah is dead…He has been reincarnated”.

“His soul is still stuck in that magic purse.”

What?

“It is not his soul, it is his essence…”

The angel’s eyes flashed pale blue, the glow reflected in Talupia’s glasses, making Yeon blink faster,

“Arguing the semantics now, are we? A part of him that gave him life has been given to another child, but his soul is still in that filthy little magic pouch, as it has been for the past 13 years.”

The angel turned to Taluipa who stared back at Yeon, visibly paler.  

“Oh, I’m sorry, was I not supposed to disclose that?”

The angel’s words sunk into Yeon’s stomach like a meal he couldn’t digest.

“I asked you, ajumma”.

Taluipa’s eyes were soft, almost pleading,

“Not now, Yeon”.

“I begged you!”

“Should’ve begged harder, “ – The angel’s words slashed at Yeon and his eyes started burning,

“You have three days.”

Taluipa slammed her hand on the table, making the Gumiho flinch,

“No matter how much you threaten me in my own office, it can’t be done”.

The air suddenly shifted around them and grew colder,  viscous like tree sap, drawing out all noises, leaving only the muffled beating of Yeon’s heart echoing in his ears, and a sudden rush of fear made Yeon’s hackles rise. The angel never moved, never raised his voice, the sound of it floating around them like a wisp of smoke, but it still knocked the breath out of Yeon’s chest.

“So far, all I did was ask politely, but if you lie to me again, I will shatter you like glass and piss on your bones. That was a threat, feel the difference?”

Taluipa stumbled backwards and grabbed onto a chair to stop herself from falling, but Yeon didn’t care.

“Is it possible? Is bringing Rang-ah back possible?“

“Once his soul is free from that purse,”

- the angel spat the word as if it left a bitter taste in his mouth,

“the spark of life can be replaced to resurrect him. If your side can’t provide one – I will”.

“Why are you so hellbent on getting my brother?”

“Hellbent?” The corners of the angel’s mouth curled up in a smile as Yeon shrugged,

“You know what I mean”.

“This office with astonishingly subpar performance needs a well-trained guardian that can do his job, and your brother is a great candidate. He came to me once, but I wasn’t convinced he deserved the intervention. Luckily for both of you, I’ve since changed my mind.”

“He came to a church to pray?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call that a prayer. He was shamelessly drunk, broke into the church in the dead of night, scared the nuns, and asked my priest for a way to get you back to him. Even promised he’d serve our Lord for all eternity. It was very touching, I almost shed a tear. And after he sacrificed his life for yours,  I’ve decided he deserved another chance.”

“But it’s been 13 years!”

“Is he my brother or yours?”

Yeon stayed silent as the angel continued,

“I’ve been busy. But, now the time has come. Besides, I doubt you’ll willingly agree to have your toddler close the fissure instead, and I’d rather not kill a member of endangered species. And the only alternative to the binding spell is divine judgment.”

“Divine judgment?”

The angel shrugged,

“I nuke the city.”

Taluipa, who had been forgotten for a moment, stared at the angel in horror,

“You will kill many innocents in the process!”

“You let three hundred innocents die by imoogi’s plague to save one woman’s life. Do not lecture me”.

The woman straightened her shoulders and smoothed non-existent wrinkles on her vest, regaining her posture.

“I will ask king Yeomra”.

“And I appreciate that.”

The angel moved so fast Yeon had to fox-run to catch up to him outside,

“Is it going to kill him?”

“What?”

“The binding spell, is it going to kill him?”

The angel stopped,

“No, but it will hurt like a bitch”.

“And when it’s done, what then? “

The angel gave Yeon a long, stern look,

“Why are you so hellbent on NOT having him back?”

Lee Yeon swallowed hard, Rang-ah’s Bye, huyung, clawing at  his heart again, making the old wound bleed, 

“I would love nothing more than to see Rang-ah again, but I don’t want him to be locked in a slave contract with you”.

The angel waved him off,  

“It is not a slave contract, it’s not even a full-time job offer. More of a …. Retainer in case of future emergencies.”

“And if he refuses?”

“He won’t; that boy was born to be a hero. I expect great things from him.”

“He is only half-blood, what if he can’t… “

“Why would I doubt him? Faith is my business.”

With that the angel looked up to the sky and nodded Yeon goodbye,

“Now if you’ll excuse me,”

And suddenly the heavy presence was gone, the pressure lifted and the sounds of a busy city reached Yeon’s ears again.

He found himself standing face-to-face with one very, very confused priest.

“Oh, sorry, she does that sometimes.”

“She?”

“Yes, the angel you’ve just spoken to. So, um, I’m Father Yohan. Would you mind if I use your phone to call a taxi?”

[orangepeelshortbreadcookies]

#ThrowbackThursday

Oceans Away

by @orangepeelshortbreadcookies

Rating: T

Relationships: Sophie (Beckett) Baek/Benedict Bridgerton

Characters: Sophie Baek, Benedict Bridgerton

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Benedict is an elf, Sophie is a Gumiho, in which i play cross-cultural fantasy bricolage, and saw Luke Thompson in Midsummer's Night Dream, among other things, Kathony has a cameo, Kate is a mermaid, i call this Collisionverse, SilverHallow's Benophie Week 2023, star crossed lovers, no really, HANDS

Language: English

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 5,148

Summary:

She lifts her head up to look at him, directly into his grey, lunar eyes. There is something so dear about him, so ancient and intimate to her, yet at the same time, he feels oceans away. Untouchable. The sensation makes her heart ache. He is dying to shed her veil away to claim her lips with his own. It would not be proper, he halts, reminding himself that he is a gentleman. He must settle for admiring her through the sheer and in the half-light, letting his imagination fill in the details. ‘Who are you?’ She asks him, her voice barely above a whisper.

OR

A chance encounter between a broken Elf and a Fairy who doesn’t remember.

OR

When the prompts of the day are so perfect my brain vomited 5k of glitter. Benophie Week 2023. Day 3.

Cover art's text taken from lyrics in:

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Solace [hitman!Jeongin]

Characters: Jeongin, older fem!OC, Felix (mentioned), Hyunjin (mentioned), Bang Chan (mentioned), Lee Know (mentioned) Rating: A/O for Adults Only Content Warnings/Tags: protective Jeongin, shock/catatonia as a trauma response, sex as a coping mechanism, fingering (f receiving), sixty-nine, extremely soft dom Jeongin into switch Jeongin, riding, crying during sex (f), missionary/mating press, raw orgasms Word Count: 4,023 Summary: In the aftermath of Felix's most recent assassination attempt, Jeongin's one and only prerogative is making sure Blackbox stays comfortable and safe, regardless of the form that takes. Note: This is part of a larger John Wick AU, which can be found here.

Not one but two attempts on her life. Jeong In’s loyalty was to Blackbox first, Bang Chan second, and everyone else could burn in hell. And Lee Yong Bok—the fucking Smiler—deserved worse even than that for what he’d attempted to do. Jeong In didn’t care what kind of orders Yong Bok had been under. He hated the Smiler and his boss Lee Know equally.

            After Jeong In had escorted her to a safe house an ocean away, he’d finally told Bang Chan everything he knew. He didn’t care if it strained Bang Chan’s and Lee Know’s new alliance. Jeong In didn’t care about anything except protecting the woman he loved.

            She’d been in the underworld years longer than him, yet the tally of his sins, in Jeong In’s opinion, far outweighed hers. She was Blackbox, an info broker who seemed to know everything about everyone. She had caused many people to die but had killed comparatively few herself.

            Jeong In, on the other hand, was the Gumiho, an invisible hitman infamous in their world for massacres and assassinations alike. She’d taught him how to live anonymously, and he’d used it to become one of the greatest silent weapons of his generation.

            He didn’t care about any of that right now. Right now he was just a man trying to support the woman he adored as she went through the shock and trauma of nearly getting murdered three times in a month.

            Twice by the Smiler, once by Hwang Hyun Jin. Jeong In still didn’t believe Hyun Jin had been bluffing. He might never believe in the older man again.

            The safe house was one of hers, a condominium in New Jersey, across the river from Pennsylvania on one side and New York on another, should they have need of the New York Continental and the relative safety it offered. After their day of traveling from South Korea to the States, she’d gone to bed and hadn’t gotten up in the past day and a half. Jeong In convinced her to eat and drink a little between unconscious spells, but he couldn’t get her to leave the bed just yet.

            That was just as well. He was perfectly willing to lie with her, to let her know he wouldn’t leave her, that whatever else was wrong in the world, he would never leave her alone again.

            He never should have let himself be separated from her in the first place. He’d made sure to give Bang Chan a piece of his mind on that topic. Any plan that forced the Gumiho and Blackbox to work apart from now on was automatically vetoed. Jeong In wouldn’t budge on that.

            “Innie?” she murmured in the small hours of the morning on the second day. He rolled from his back to his side to face her, his hand gently brushing the flyaways from her face. Her hair was still in the same braid it had been in the night she’d nearly been smothered to death.

            Nearly smothered to death by Lee Yong Bok, and Hwang Hyun Jin had let him live.

            Jeong In would have killed him. He would have killed both of them. The only thing protecting Hyun Jin—the only thing that had ever protected him—was that she wanted him around, and Jeong In didn’t know if she would forgive him without concrete proof of malicious intent on Hyun Jin’s part.

            “I’m here,” Jeong In said softly. She made a tiny sound in her throat and burrowed against his bare chest, breathing him in. He held her close, but not so tightly that she would feel trapped.

            “Will you help me take a shower?” she asked after a long few minutes of quiet.

            “I will, but you have to eat and drink something first,” he said gently. “The last thing you need is to faint.”

            “Deal,” she said. He got up, put a shirt on, and went to the kitchen, slicing up an apple and pouring a glass of water. She surprised him by meeting him in the kitchen. She’d pulled on a tank top and his pajama pants, while Jeong In wore just his t-shirt and undershorts.

            She sat at the counter, and Jeong In put the apple, water, and little container of caramel sauce in front of her. She ate slowly, quietly, while Jeong In went to reheat fried rice he’d made the day prior. She finished the apple and drained the water, pleasantly surprising Jeong In by asking for a little bit of his rice. He would have given her the whole thing if she’d wanted it.

            After eating, they went to the washroom. She reached to turn on the shower but he stopped her, banding his hand gently around her wrist.

            “We have to untangle your hair first,” he said softly. She nodded.

She had already been fully aware of how much things had changed, yet here was Yang Jeong In, hammering the point home from a new angle. She remembered when she’d first met him in his late teens, how much he’d relied on her to help set up his reputation and establish him as a player in the underworld. After years apart, fate had brought them back together, and now here he was, taking care of her.

            An outsider would surely congratulate her on making such a good investment, for betting on him early. From her perspective, all she felt was relief. Jeong In had no obligation to stick with her now, yet he chose to.

           Jeong In took his time undoing her braid and detangling the snags. His hands were mild; he never pulled too hard or became frustrated with the process. Finally, when he was able to draw his fingers through her hair without getting caught in knots, she turned around to face him.

            “Do you want me to come in with you?” he asked. She nodded. “All right.” He turned the water on to get it to temperature. Then, as gently as he did everything else with her, he lifted her shirt away and tugged her pants and underwear off. It was nothing new to him; he’d seen her naked many times.

            He stripped after her, and she gave herself a moment to marvel at him. This strong, beautiful man who worked so hard and cared for her so much and refused to leave her side when she needed him most.

            “Jeong In?” she said softly. He looked at her inquisitively. “I love you.”

            She heard the breath leave his lungs the way it would have if she’d punched him in the stomach. She’d done her best to show it, but never before had she said the words. The timing had never felt right. Now, she could think of nothing else except how much she loved him, and how safe she felt with him, and how she never wanted to let him go again.

            He cradled the back of her head in his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

            “I love you too, noona.”

            He helped her into the shower, and once she was under the water, he wouldn’t let her do anything herself. Every step, from washing and conditioning her hair to scrubbing her face with a washcloth, he took care of. He twisted her hair up into an octopus clip to let the conditioner set, then lathered up her body. His big, callused hands were so tender with her, and she could see him fighting back a frown whenever his touch had to glance over a still-healing bruise. This man who had brutalized hundreds became gentle for her.

            “I’m okay,” she said softly, as though that could make it better, make that look go away. He met her eyes for a moment, and his expression softened, the anger replaced by earnestness.

            “I know,” he said, his voice just as quiet, as he went back to his task. He was perfectly respectful the entire time, and yet, in her vulnerable state, standing there with him, naked, she couldn’t help the way wetness pooled in her core. She didn’t say anything about it, keeping quiet while he rinsed the conditioner from her hair and the suds from her body. The detachable showerhead made his job easy, but when he finally rinsed between her legs and she flinched, he immediately looked concerned.

            “Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked. She nodded, guiding the showerhead back to finish the job. She gave a long sigh, arousal heightening her sensitivity.

            “Do you need to wash, too?” she asked. He shook his head.

            “No, I showered last night,” he said, clearly more concerned with her. He replaced the showerhead and turned off the water, helping her out of the shower.

            “Can you dry my hair?” she asked, inexplicably feeling it was very important he didn’t discover her wetness. She felt suddenly ashamed, which was unusual. She loved sex, craved it, and rarely felt any kind of shame regarding even the most depraved consensual acts. Maybe it was because right now felt like the wrong time. Here he was, doing his best to make her feel comfortable and safe, and all she wanted him to do was put all his strength into manhandling her until she cried.

            “Sure,” he said, picking up her hair towel while she started drying the rest of her body. She avoided drying too thoroughly between her legs, feeling he would notice the slick streak on the towel. She fought to hold still as he squeezed all the water from her hair and then detangled it.

            Finally, only after she was taken care of, he dried himself off.

            “I’m going to find some clean clothes,” she said. She honestly couldn’t remember what she kept stocked in this safe house. They’d left Korea so quickly that neither of them had had time to pack much more than a carry-on.

            With the towel still wrapped around her shoulders, she went to investigate the closet. At least her past self had had the good sense to keep unisex options on standby, and since the two of them weren’t too dissimilar in height, there would be choices for Jeong In. She dropped her towel into a hamper while she hunted around for underwear and socks. Jeong In, still naked, came in after her. She hadn’t heard him approach—damn hitman habits—and she flinched when she noticed him mere inches behind her.

            “Noona?” he asked immediately, resting a concerned hand on her arm, his eyes so tender it nearly broke her heart. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly.

            “You scared me,” she said softly. His features creased toward hurt.

            “Oh,” he murmured, dropping his hand from her arm.

           “No, no, Jeong In,” she said, suddenly pleading, reaching for his hand with both of hers. “Not like that. You startled me. Jeong In, I’m not afraid of you. I’ve never been afraid of you and I never will be.”

            He swallowed, and she tracked the motion with her gaze. Her core throbbed.

            “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice soft, boyish. It was easy to forget sometimes that he was only in his early twenties. “You’ve been acting strange for the last half hour . . . Did I do something wrong?”

            “No,” she said quickly. “You’ve done everything right. Everything.”

            “Then what’s wrong?” he asked, examining her face and body like he might find some new wound he’d missed. She watched his sharp, gorgeous eyes. She was still holding his hand. With a shaky breath, she moved it to where she needed him most. The words wouldn’t come; again, that shame, like she was asking for something she shouldn’t want right now.

            He blinked in surprise but didn’t move his hand beyond where she’d put it. “That’s not wrong, noona,” he said. She swallowed, unable to meet his eyes right then.

            “I want you, Jeong In,” she said, her voice wobbling a little. “But I feel like I shouldn’t . . . There wasn’t anything sexual about what happened in the last hour, and I feel gross for making it like that, but I can’t . . . Jeong In, I need you so badly.”

            “That’s okay,” he said, moving his hand a little, gentle strokes of his fingers through her wetness, his other hand alighting on her waist as though to steady her. She was embarrassingly wet. “Noona, it’s okay. I don’t mind. There doesn’t have to be a reason. I don’t care if you sexualize me. I like when you do it. You know I like it.”

            “I know, it’s just . . . I don’t know. I feel . . . guilty. Like you’ve done so much for me already, and I’m just a greedy bitch demanding more,” she said. He shook his head.

            “You make it sound like a chore for me. Noona, I love having sex with you. Anytime. Wherever. You just have to tell me,” he said. She bit her lip, drinking in every feature of his handsome face. He looked as open and honest as ever, holding her gaze easily. His fingers were still moving gently, almost innocuously, between her legs.

            “Please, Jeong In,” she whimpered. “Help me feel better.”

            “Of course,” he said without hesitation. He took her hand with his clean one, leading her out of the closet and back into the bedroom. He made her wait just long enough for him to make the bed. Then he sat on the edge of it and motioned her forward. She stood in front of him, holding perfectly still as he rested his left hand on her hip and moved his right back to her heat, stroking gently before letting one finger delve inside her. She sighed, putting her hands on his shoulders and watching his face. His attention was split evenly between her core and her face, looking for even the slightest microexpression that might tell him she didn’t like what he was doing.

            “I love you, Jeong In,” she said again, somehow even more sure about it now than she’d been an hour ago.

            “I know,” he said softly, sounding breathless all over again. “I can see it when you look at me.”

            He slid a second finger inside her with no resistance. She was already so wet, so sensitive, her core begging him to fill it.

            “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you this wet,” he said. It was a simple observation and nothing more, but she blushed all the same.

            “I’ve been wet since you were washing my body. It adds up,” she admitted. He looked up at her, his brows slightly raised.

            “You’re going to have to drink an entire liter of water when we’re done,” he said. She nodded. Despite her best efforts, her attention strayed from his face to his cock, hard despite her not touching him once.

            “Can we sixty-nine?” she asked. She knew he wouldn’t suggest it, not right now. He would have gone through an entire session without asking to be touched a single time if he thought that was what she needed.

            “I’d like that,” he said. He withdrew his fingers and moved up on the bed. “Top or bottom?”

            “I’ll be on top,” she said. He lay back, and she promptly straddled his face. Before she had even gotten all the way into proper position, he was licking through her wetness, teasing her clit at the beginning of each swipe. She moaned, shuddering while she leaned forward to get to his dick. She wrapped her index finger and thumb around the base of him, holding him where she wanted while she dipped her mouth down to suck on his tip. He moaned approvingly against her heat.

            As he worked her core with his tongue, she alternated between licking his shaft to make him easier to swallow and sucking on him, getting further down the length of him with each repetition. The deeper she took him, the harder he got, his moans against her heat encouraging her further. She finally took what she thought was all of him in her mouth, his tip poking the top of her throat, only for a pulse to go down the length of him, making him just that little bit bigger and thicker, enough to make breathing around him difficult, tears pricking her eyes. She pulled all the way off him to catch her breath, spit and pre-cum connecting her mouth to his cock. She wrapped her hand around him instead, pumping him eagerly, drawing another of his moans against her heat.

            “You’re so big, Jeong In,” she whimpered, her core fluttering at the prospect of him. Jeong In hummed in acknowledgment, his tongue still deep in her cunt. He withdrew it and slipped two fingers into her instead, keeping her stimulated while he talked.

            “How are you feeling?” he asked her.

            “I want it so badly,” she said, unable to tear her eyes from his cock while she jerked it.

            “Want what?” he said, pumping his fingers in near synchronicity to her hand.

            “Want your cock in my cunt,” she said.

            “Me too,” he said, control frayed. “Ride me.”

            Jeong In didn’t give orders terribly often, but she wanted this so badly she couldn’t have possibly refused and he knew it. He could read her so well, knew exactly the right times to take control and when to give it away.

            She arranged herself over him, her hands planted against his strong chest for stability. He had one hand on her hip, the other holding his cock in perfect position for her.

            “Ready?” he asked, watching her face again. She nodded. The hand on her hip tightened, forcing her down a little at a time, making her take all of him slowly, to feel every bit of his length and girth. When she was finally all the way down, gravity making him fill her like no other position truly could, she whined, clenching around him in ecstasy. He chuckled softly.

            “Is it really that good? You’re not even moving,” he said. She nodded deliriously.

            “Needed it so bad,” she answered.

            “Good,” he said, reaching to squeeze her ass. “Now use it to make yourself come.”

            She nodded again, pumping her cunt up and down his cock. He sighed blissfully, his big hands playing with her chest, urging her along by pinching and tugging her nipples, a sensation that made her arousal spike every time. She did her best to keep her steady up-and-down rhythm as long as she could, letting him watch his cock sink into her again and again.

            But eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore, the build of pleasure too strong, the need to come too great. Ordinarily, she might have tried to edge longer, but not today, not when she already felt so broken and needed him so much.

            She leaned over him, one arm snaking around the back of his neck, the other hand clamped around his bicep as she rutted furiously against him, fucking herself on his cock like she was an animal and this was her only need. He groaned praises in her ear, his voice tapering into a whine, not at all immune to her, not at all composed. Her moans went higher in pitch, closer in frequency, until her orgasm hit her all at once. She buried her face in his shoulder, a series of high, broken moans passing her lips as she fit her teeth to his deltoid muscle, biting down on him while she shook, tears pricking and finally escaping her eyes.

            When the height of it had passed, she unlocked her jaw, placing little kitten licks against the teeth marks on his shoulder as if in apology. His capable hands rubbed her back, soothing, and when she pulled back and he noticed she was crying, he blinked the haze of lust from his eyes, concern following quickly.

            “Was it too much?” he asked. She shook her head quickly.

            “No,” she said. “It was just right. I needed it.”

            His hands fit against the grooves of her waist, looking over her body, and the lust came back to him, a throb going through his cock that made her whimper, her sensitive walls still fluttering from her orgasm.

            “Can you take more?” he asked.

            “I can take it,” she said, “and I want it.”

            “Good,” he sighed. Then, as easily as if this had been a fight in the field, he flipped them over, putting her under him without needing to pull out first. She stared up at him, momentarily stunned, until he pulled back and thrust back in, hard, and she had to shut her eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

            “Please, Jeong In,” she said, getting her eyes open again. “Please use me.”

           “Fuck,” was his only response, pressing her legs further open, spreading her obscenely. His eyes were trained on the place where they met, watching himself fuck her, and she did the same. Every single time she was with him, she was in awe of how fucking gorgeous he was, of the way his muscles went taut with his efforts, the way his cock filled her perfectly and glistened in her wet.

            To her eyes, he was flawless.

            His hands were busy keeping her legs pinned back, leaving her hands free to rove over everything she could reach while he drove into her. His thighs, his ass, his abdomen, his chest. She ran a hand down his arm, corded with muscle, and moaned at the sheer strength of him, the way he could break her but wouldn’t even think of it.

            “Please, Jeong In,” she moaned again. “Harder.”

            He obliged by tossing one of her legs over his shoulder, keeping her split open but giving him his hands back to grab her hips and assist his rhythm. Every time he fucked into her, his arms pulled her body down to meet his, forcing every thrust to rattle through her, her tits bouncing from every impact. His eyes were frantic, not knowing what to focus on between her face, her chest, and her cunt. She could see the tension in his muscles, feel it in his hands, and together with his desperate whines she knew he was close.

           “That’s it, sweet boy,” she moaned, reaching to tease one of his nipples with her thumb. He whimpered from the extra sensation. “Use me, Jeong In, use my body to make yourself come.”

            “Yeah,” he whined. “Yeah. Wanna.”

            “Good boy,” she said, grazing his other nipple. He made a broken sound then that turned into a low, throaty moan, and with two more stuttering thrusts of his hips, she felt his hot cum pumping inside her. He trembled the way she had, his eyes rolling back in his head for a few seconds, before he finally folded over her, seeking her mouth, needing her to kiss him through it, to be with him through his high.

            She pressed her hands against his back, holding him close while she granted him a series of open-mouthed kisses, interrupted by his moans as he finished emptying into her. When he was finally done, he made sure her legs were positioned comfortably and eased a little more of his weight onto her, the pair of them trembling together, a tangle of limbs, neither of them wanting to let go.

            “Fuck,” he groaned into the side of her neck. “You feel so good . . . You always feel so good . . .”

            “So do you, Jeong In . . . Thank you . . .”

            “Don’t thank me,” he murmured. “I wanted it, too.”

            “Not . . . Not just the sex,” she said. “Thank you for everything.”

            He pulled back just enough so he could look her in the face, and she could gaze back at him.

            “Don’t thank me for that, either,” he said, looking and sounding so certain that she couldn’t argue with him.

            Instead, she wrapped her arms around him again and, for the time being, believed she would never have to let him go.

[yasmijn]

The Atypical Family (2024)

Bagus banget, asli. Drama 12-eps yang ngga plotnya nggak bertele-tele, premisnya unik (tentang keluarga dengan superpower macam The Incredibles, tapi semuanya lagi kehilangan kekuatan karena 'modern diseases').

Jang Kiyong ganteng banget deh asli. Di sini tetep ganteng walaupun di first half episode kayanya dia gapernah mandi. Rambut lepek banget asli mengingatkan pada tokoh L di Death Note #ytta. Cuma mulai episode keberapa gitu, si Gwiju (tokoh utama yang diperankan oleh Kiyong) udah mulai bisa overcome kedepresian doi dan mulai "hidup kembali".

Zuzur w paling males nonton drakor genre fantasi sih, kaya Goblin aja sampe detik ini w ga nonton. My roommate is a Gumiho juga ngga. W merasa genre ini terlalu aneh aja dan kaya gapunya batasan mana yang mungkin dan ngga, jadi ya males aja deh intinya. Tapi Atypical Family ini beda, mungkin karena ada touches of manusia biasanya kali ya - manusia-manusia dengan superpowers yang merasa tak berdaya ketika kekuatan mereka dicabut. Jadi jauh lebih relatable aja.

Plot utamanya lumayan ga ketebak sih, juga resolusi yang mereka pilih untuk mengakhiri kisah ini. Tapi solid banget sih storyline-nya w salut. Poin plus lainnya adalah scoringnya yang bagusssss banget, w rasa bener-bener masuk banget sama scenes-nya, vibenya agak dreamy-dreamy ringan gitu. Scoring ya, jadi emang mostly instrumental, kayanya gaada soundtrack berlirik deh.

Pokoknya drama ini opsi menarik banget untuk rehat dari plot romcom standar kokoreaan.

5/5!