#dark joon

[yup-thats-me]

pump it up!

pairing: pervert!gym!trainer Wi Ha-Joon x dumb!fem!reader

summary: the infamous gym trainer in your city has set his eyes on you!

warning: masturbation, suggestive, dark 18+

a/n: enjoy this as fiction, please. this is not meant to portray the actor in any bad light. it's pure fiction. leave if it makes you uncomfortable. this is the edit that inspired me btw<3

gym!trainer Wi Ha-Joon whose pants felt a bit too tight as soon his eyes landed on you. pink bow prettily tied on your pretty head, matching with the pink sports bra that clung to your chest for the life of it.

gym!trainer Wi Ha-Joon who immediately drops the weights he was lifting, his legs taking him to you. he knew he had to get his hands on you before someone else did, or maybe you were already someone else's? fuck it. he'll take his chances.

"do you need help?" his voice ever so gentlemanly. no one would even imagine how he wanted to push you against the wall and smash his lips with yours, his hands roaming around your body like a hungry beast, oh how he would grind—

"oh yes, please!" you said with that innocent smile. oh how he wanted you to scream his name while he abused your hole

you laid on the weight bench, nervously looking up at the metal bar. you needed to get it done, yes but that doesn't mean you can't be scared. it must be fate that the trainer came to your rescue, almost like an angel.

Ha-Joon smiled, his hands on the rod ready to lift it up if you mess up. the first one was okay, your arms straining, lifting it up. Ha-Joon helped a bit in lifting it up.

like a pervert, he quite enjoyed seeing you strain under the weight. he did not even tried to hide the fact that he was shamelessly staring at you, his eyes hungry.

but you paid no mind, of course. to you, the man was simply a gentleman helping you out. after you were done, Ha-Joon would workout around the same equipments beside you, smiling every now and then and on his toes to help you out.

he would ask for your name before you left, his mind creating images of you under him, begging for him to stop but he of course, won't. later that day, Ha-Joon would make several mistakes. call your name to his clients, dropping barbels mindlessly. what could you say? his mind was filled with you and only you.

one day when you let him take a swig from your bottle, he decided it was a sign from you. from then on, his touches would linger more than appropriate, his hands travelling to places, its all innocently of course.

when you hugged him thanking him for always looking out for you in this unknown environment, it was so hard for him to even breath. however, he was not willing to let the opportunity slide though.

his hands would roam around your back as he diverted your mind with his sweet words and sweet smile. he could only hope then that you won't be able to feel his hard on pressing against you, but if you did, even better.

as soon as you left, he would rush to the gym shower, stroking his cock with the same hand that had been on your skin, your name falling from his lips almost like a spell.

and finally, when one day you came to the gym, not with your usual gym outfit, and your eyes red and lips puffy from crying, he was feeling a bit too happy than he should have. finally, your asshole of a boyfriend had cheated on you. how lovely.

pervert.

[erajunex]

Who wants a smut one shot about this man?

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[seolinguk]

UNDERCOVER HIGH SCHOOL 언더커버하이스쿨 (2025) Episode 8

[insidekatmind]

Mine~Do shik

Wearning: mention of sex,manipulation

Request: yes!

The rain fell thick and relentless, drumming on the rooftops and sweeping the deserted streets. You walked home late that night, your cold hands buried in your jacket pockets, your pace quick in the desire to reach the warmth of your apartment.

Just as you turned the corner of your street, a stifled groan made you stop. Turning, you saw a figure slumped against a dumpster, his breathing ragged and his face contorted in pain. Without thinking twice, you approached.

"Hey! Are you okay?" you asked in a trembling voice.

The man looked up, his dark eyes shining with a strange intensity, despite his pale and sweaty face. A deep wound tore his right side, blood staining his white shirt already soaked in rain.

"Help..." he muttered, his voice hoarse and desperate.

You didn't have the heart to leave him there. With an effort, you helped him up and carried him to your apartment, struggling to support his weight. Once inside, you sat him on the couch and ran to get the first aid kit.

"What happened? An accident?" you asked as you cut open the blood-soaked shirt to disinfect the wound.

"Someone... attacked me." he replied, his voice steadier but still full of pain.

Your hands worked carefully, cleaning and bandaging the wound carefully. Despite his battered appearance, the man exuded a disturbing charm, a magnetic aura that you couldn't detach yourself from.

"Thank you," he said finally, when the pain seemed to have eased at least a little. "Not everyone would help a stranger on the street."

You sketched a nervous smile. "I couldn't leave you there. You need rest. Stay here tonight."

He nodded, narrowing his tired eyes. He seemed sincere in his gratitude, yet there was something indefinable in his gaze that made you uncomfortable. You shook your head, banishing that irrational thought.

"Can I offer you something to eat?" you said softly, stroking the edge of his blindfold that you put on him.

He nodded, his face tilting in your direction as if trying to gauge your figure despite the blindfold. "Yes, please. I'm starving."

You walked into the kitchen, the sound of rain slapping heavily on the window pane filling the quiet apartment. You rummaged through the refrigerator, trying to decide what would be easiest to prepare. In the living room, the man shifted on the couch, his hand brushing the bandages you had placed earlier.

You bring him the food and sigh. “You need the bandage ,” you say softly, putting it back on.

He winced slightly as you wrapped the bandage around his torso, "You don't have to go out of your way for me," he protested, his voice low. He reached for the soup you had prepared, lifting the spoon to his lips.

You watched him eat, taking in his sharp features, the muscles of his arms, the way his throat worked as he swallowed. There was something intriguingly attractive about him, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that there was some underlying danger lurking.

“But you're hurt,” you said softly. He paused, the spoon hovering over his bowl. A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Seems like good Samaritan is your calling,” he teased.

You ignored his comment, returning to the first aid kit to ensure you had everything you needed to properly care for his wounds. Each time your fingers grazed his bare skin, a shiver ran down your spine.

He must have noticed it because he lifted an eyebrow, his gaze turning slightly curious. “Nerves?” he asked, setting down the bowl.

Your cheeks warm and you averted your eyes, trying to focus on your task. “No... I just want to make sure you don't get an infection,” you responded, your voice steady despite your inner turmoil. Despite his charming demeanor, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something terribly wrong.

His hand snaked around your wrist, his touch like a silent command. “Look at me,” he whispered, a hint of something dark flashing in his gaze. Slowly, you lifted your gaze to meet his, your heart rate quickening. You felt vulnerable under his intense stare, as if he could see into your very soul.He pulled you down onto the couch next to him, your knee almost straddling his leg. This close to him, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, the strength of his grip on your wrist. His thumb traced lazy circles over your skin, an intimate gesture that both disturbed and thrilled you.

"Do you need anything else?” you whispered softly. He chuckled softly, a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down your spine. “No, I don’t need anything.” His hand moved from your wrist, his fingers brushing your jawline, his touch surprisingly gentle. His thumb traced your lower lip, his gaze roaming over your face, studying you closely. “You're beautiful, you know that?” he murmured, the words heavy with a strange undercurrent.

You blushed softly. “Thank you,” you whispered. He leaned closer, his face just inches from yours now. Your breaths mingled, the proximity making your heart race. His hand moved from your jawline to your hair, his fingers brushing the silky strands almost tenderly. "You're so trusting," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You let a stranger into your home, take care of them, let them touch you like this. Aren't you afraid?"

“Should I?” you whispered. He chuckled again, his hand now tracing your collarbone, his touch burning against your skin. He was close enough that you could count his eyelashes, see the dark flecks of his eyes. "Probably," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You have no idea who I am, what I might do..." His thumb swept over your bottom lip again, his gaze intense, almost predatory.

"Yet," he continued, his hand moving to your bare neck, his thumb brushing the base of your throat, "you didn't hesitate. Why is that?"

His touch was possessive, claiming, and you couldn't help but shiver under it.

You couldn't answer, too overwhelmed by his proximity, his touch, his intense gaze. You could see the edge of a smirk on his lips, as if he knew exactly how affected you were. His fingers continued their gentle caress, moving down from your neck to your collarbone, tracing the edge of your top crop.

"I could do anything to you right now," he whispered, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "And you'd let me, wouldn't you? You'd let me touch you, taste you, take you... all because you're too kind, too trusting, too naive."

His touch grew bolder, sliding under the thin fabric of your top crop, his fingers scorching hot against your skin. He pulled you closer, your legs now straddling his lap, your bodies intimately close.

You gently place your hands on his shoulders and look at his lips.

He caught your gaze, his smirk growing wider as he saw the blatant desire in your eyes. He moved one hand to the small of your back, pressing you closer to him, his other hand still exploring under your top crop. "You want something, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice dripping with seduction.

You were trembling now, your body aching for his touch. You leaned forward, your lips just a breath away from his. "Yes..." you whispered back, your voice quivering with need. He chuckled softly, his hand moving up from your back to your neck, gripping it gently."You're so eager," he murmured, his breath hot on your cheeks. "I like that." He pulled you even closer, until your body was flush against his, his hand now roaming under your top crop. Everywhere he touched sent sparks dancing across your skin, igniting an inferno inside you.

His fingers traced a path up your stomach, his touch gentle but possessive. "You're soft," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse. "So soft and willing." He pulled at the hem of your crop, tugging on it just enough to bare your midriff, his hand immediately moving to explore the exposed skin.He didn't hesitate, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was hot and demanding. He kissed you like he was starving, his hand gripping your waist tightly as he deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed into your mouth, exploring every inch, claiming you, marking you as his.

He groaned against your mouth, his hand moving from your waist to your back, pressing you even closer. He angled your head back to deepen the kiss, his tongue battling with yours in a heated dance. Your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling and gripping as he bit and nipped at your lip.He was relentless, his hand roaming under your crop once again, tracing every curve of your body. He broke the kiss to move his lips down your neck, his mouth hot and possessive on your skin. He found your pulse point and sucked hard, no doubt leaving a mark.

“Let's go to the bedroom,” you whispered, looking at him longingly.

He groaned at your words, his grip on you tightening. "Eager thing, aren't you?" he teased, his voice gruff and lust-filled. Without another word, he stood, lifting you easily into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands clinging to his shoulders as he carried you to the bedroom.

You ended up having sex, and it was the best sex you've ever had. You cuddled up to him and rested. He pulled you closer, his body warm and solid against yours. His hand traced lazy patterns on your back, his touch tender and possessive. He seemed different now, softer somehow.

After a while you wake up and notice that Do Shik is still sleeping, you smile softly and stroke his hair. Then you turn on the television to distract yourself. You were leaning against his chest while watching television, you were about to slip back into sleep when a special edition of the news abruptly woke you up.

The image of a man filled the screen. "The authorities are still looking for Do Shik, the dangerous serial killer who escaped from police custody a few hours ago," the reporter said in an alarmed voice. "Please do not approach and contact the police immediately if spotted."

Your blood ran cold. The man in the report had the same face as the one you had saved.

Your eyes widened and he lifted you off his chest while you pulled the blanket over your naked body. "It's not possible..." you whispered, your eyes glued to the television.

"Ah, that really is a bad shot." His voice was velvety, almost amused.

You whirled around. He was awake and sitting up like you, with a smile that made you shiver. "Don't you also think it's much better to see me in person?"

Your breathing became uneven, your heart pounding in your chest. Your mind desperately searched for a way out, but his words had you immobilized.

"What do you want?" you asked in a small voice.

"Oh, I don't want anything too complicated." His smile widened. "Just you."

And from that moment on, your life was never the same.

[paroslineage]

Best Served Cold

Oneshot

Featuring : Jeon Jae-joon x Platonic!Daughter!Reader.

Summary : When Jae-joon receives an unknown mail, he doesnt know what horrifying things lie in the tiny pendrive he received.

TW : ATTEMPTED HARASSMENT, BAD LANGUAGE, EXPLETIVES, MENTIONS OF TORTURE, JAE-JOON COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNINGS, DARK THEMES.

Do not read if you feel uncomfortable with the above terms given.

The characters do not belong to me except the reader. This is an original plot idea do not steal or modify the scenario created down below.

Masterlist.

The kindergarten was hosting its annual photo day, and the atmosphere was light with the sound of giggling children. You, dressed in a pristine navy and white kindergarten uniform, were excited, twirling around as the teacher, Mr. Chu, organized the students into groups. However, there was something unsettling about the way his camera lingered, snapping photos at odd moments when no one else was paying attention.

Mr. Chu's behavior had always been peculiar, but today he seemed especially fixated, taking candid pictures of you and other little girls without any explanation. Unbeknownst to anyone, he stored these photos on a small, encrypted chip for his his own pleasure of viewing.

That evening, Jae-joon returned home after a long day, immediately lighting a cigarette as he stepped into the luxurious living room. When he noticed a small envelope on the coffee table with no sender, his curiosity piqued. He ripped it open to find a tiny chip pendrive inside, along with a letter reading,

'you are her real father, so i thought you should know about this.' - anonymous.

His curiosity rising even more, he took his tablet and inserted the tiny pendrive into the charging cable and took a seat on his lavish couch.

What he saw was horrifying to say the least.

There were minimum 100 inappropriate upskirt photos of countless young innocent girls from the kindergarten, including yours.

His cigarette dropped from his lips and into the glass of whiskey he was drinking along with.

His nose flared in silent rage as he browsed more and eventually stumbled upon a 2 minute video of you, to which he wated no time on clicking.

the video began with you running cutely towards the monkey bars with the camera following your pace.

To which Jae-joon smiled widely at your cute waddling but that quickly turned into a dangerous scowl when the camera panned up into your skirt from below as you climbed clumsily about the monkey bars and heard a deep chuckle from the video's audio.

His knuckles grew white with how tightly he was holding the tablet in his hand wanting to bash that bastard's face into shambles but his eyes softened when the in-video you turned around to wave cutely and happily at the camera and as you were about to get down, unbeknownst to you the camera again panned upskirt and Jae-joon caught a glimpse of your cute bear bloomers.

All he saw was red, as he stood up knocking away the glass of whiskey along with the submurged cigarette onto the glass table top.

Jae-joon seethed, how dare that pathetic excuse of a pervert commit such heinous crime and that too especially with you, his sweet babygirl?

He immediately removed the pendrive and threw it on the floor, enraged and growled mencingly

"Just wait you son of a bitch i'm coming to get you."

As he got into his lavish car speeding down the highway, there was only one motive he had and that was

To beat the absolute shit out of Mr. Chu and disfugure that fucker.

[ariasmontage]

September 15,2024

went to an old bookstore.

[seokjinsonlyone]

THEY GET MEEEEMEMEMEMEEMEEEE

[deepestconnoisseurmoon]

Parasite (2019)

Dir. Bong Joon-ho

[texaschainsawmascara]

[salems-lots]

>> Now we are bound by blood <<

Joon, and his adoptive Sire, Artemiy - they carry a little bit of each other's blood whenever they part ways, out of superstition but also to remind them of their bond

[whynot-movies]

Mickey 17 (2025)

[yup-thats-me]

born to die • Wi Ha-Joon

pairing: racer!Wi Ha Joon x fem!reader summary: how it'd feel like to have racer!Ha Joon as your bf? warning: dark, name-calling, suggestive, black flag, spitting,riding a dildo, +18 a/n: istfg all the actors from squid game has me in a chokehold😩

racer!Ha Joon who will have you suck him off before he has a race. he'd grab a handful of your hair, thrusting in your mouth relentlessly. his dick getting harder each time he glances down to see tears falling from your eyes, the water mixing with the mascara you wore.

"suck me off like your life depends on it, whore," he'd slap your face, enjoying how you struggled to breathe.

and your life did depend on it. if you were able to satisfy him fifteen minutes before his race, he'd kneel down and lovingly kiss you, enjoying his taste in your mouth. "thank you, baby," he'd say kissing the top of your head. "It'll be a nice game."

and it would happen as he said. on days your lover left with a smile on his face, he would win the race in record time. he'd even break his own records somedays too. you were his lucky charm.

however, if he had left the changing room with a scowl and spit on your face, he'd lose. miserably. crashing against the curbs of the track or sometimes even crashing into another car. those days were the most difficult ones, not for him, though. for you. because he'd tie you up and fuck you for days, for as long as it takes for him to forget about how badly he'd lost.

but don't get him wrong, though. when he wins, he'll shower you with all the riches and flowers and gifts in the world. whenever he wins a cup, he'd catch you as you'd leap onto him, ignoring the blinding flashes of thousands of cameras.

you're his babygirl, and he'll show it off without holding back.

as soon as he comes outside his car, and catches you in his broad arms. he'd be impatient to push you against the hood, your pink panties peeking from the side of your hiked-up mini skirt, both of which had been bought by him, for the world to see. and you couldn't deny that it was hot. incredibly hot.

as a celebrity racer, its a given he'll bring you to every races and all the gatherings with him. you're his prized girl, he'll dress you up himself. he always does. and, made sure you looked gorgeous enough to make other men jealous. he's a strong man. he can handle some douchebags with his bare hands, of course.

one time he nearly killed a man for daring to touch your shoulder. he was a fellow racer too, but that doesn't matter. Ha-Joon's better and richer than him anyway. even if he had killed him, Ha-Joon's sure his sponsors would have dealt with it like a breeze. nonetheless, that man had been hospitalized for a week.

from that incident onwards, no man, in the racer community or outside, for that matter, dared to look at you funny. they really did love their lives, if not their wives, at least.

he'd always had some pretty wild fantasies with you and his prized car, the two most important things in his life, more important than his own life.

so when he wins the racer of the decade, he'd have you ride a dildo stuck to the hood of his metal baby and record you as you rode the silicon toy with gusto.

he just wants you to doll up and be his trophy wife. he has a dream of coming home from a race to see you cooking or doing housework with nothing on except his racing suit. that fantasy won't play out if you work.

and if the thought of working ever crossed your mind, Ha-Joon would be angry. very angry.

he did not want you to work, not because he thinks you're incapable, not at all. he'll just not like it if other men interacted with you other than him. he knows you'd be a very valued worker, but he did not want that.

he's rich enough to provide for the two of you for decades to come and well, if fate has a much crueler destiny decided for him, Ha-Joon had taken care of every possible outcome. so when disaster will strike, you'll live a more than luxurious life.

afterall, you're his prized girl.

[goyurim]

i finally understand why there is so much yellow lighting in dark scenes in this drama. like, you'd expect at least one street lamp to be lit white at byeongmun high school, right?

undercover agent jeong hae seong: yes i know, but there was an emergency

[mediamatinees]

Another Eat-the-Rich Film, "Parasite" is an Exploration of Class at Its Deadliest

The wait is (finally) over! My review of Bong Joon-Ho's materpiece, "Parasite" is now live!

Content Warning: Parasite contains depictions of severe class disparity, violence, grooming, and extreme manipulation. Viewer discretion is advised. Spoilers for Parasite ahead! In January of 2020, the English-centered film industry was put on blast for not giving foreign language films their proper flowers. Director Bong Joon-Ho, already celebrated by Hollywood and audiences alike for previous…

[21deppstreet]

added more lil dudes :> 🩷🩷🩷

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Who came out your favorite? :3

[llycaons]

mickey 17 has a great opening. the main guy sounds like a kid straight from the 1950s who says 'oh golly' and 'gee whiz'