#jerlan

[honeyscovet]

Jeremy, very drunk: points to Landon That’s my boyfriend, fuckers!

Ilya, quietly: Your husband, sir.

Jeremy: my hUSBAND! EVEN BETTER!

[allariablack]

JerLan - Letter to my Husband

To my husband, my forever,

There are nights when I lie awake and watch you sleep, wondering if this is real—if we are real. If I close my eyes, I can still taste the venom of our hatred, feel the sharp edge of every cruel word we once hurled at each other. We were reckless, violent, self-destructive—a war bound in flesh and fire. I wanted to break you, and you wanted to burn me to the ground.

And yet, here we are.

I have always been obsessed with you, Landon. Whether it was with my hate or with my love, my mind has never known a moment where you did not exist within it. Even in the days we stood on opposite ends of the battlefield, I was still yours. My thoughts were filled with you, my rage was carved for you, my hands ached to touch you—even if only to hurt you.

But love is just another form of destruction, isn’t it?

I think I started loving you when you smirked at me in that dark alley, cigarette between your lips, daring me to do something about the fire you lit inside me. I think I knew you would be mine when you let me touch you that night, even though we both pretended it meant nothing. It was always you, wasn’t it? You, with your goddamn arrogance, your sharp tongue, your chaos wrapped in elegance. You, who made my blood boil, who made me lose control, who pulled me apart and put me back together without even realizing it.

You have always been my obsession, Landon King. And now, you are my husband.

Even now, I still crave you like I did back then. My need for you is not gentle—it is violent, all-consuming, endless. You should know that by now. The way my hands still tighten around your waist, the way my lips still trace every inch of you, the way I still grow jealous when anyone dares to look at you for a second too long.

You are mine.

And I am yours, in a way that both terrifies and completes me.

Sometimes, I wonder if I will ever stop wanting you the way I did when I first realized I couldn’t live without you. But then you look at me—with those sharp, wicked eyes that once held so much hatred, now drowning in love—and I know.

I will want you like this forever.

I will love you as long as I breathe.

I will destroy anything that tries to take you from me.

We are not a love story written in soft words and tender touches. We are a love story written in obsession and ruin, in fire and devotion, in the blood of those who dared to come between us.

I would burn the world for you, Landon. And I know, without a doubt, that you would do the same for me.

So here’s to us. To our war that became love. To our love that will never die.

Your forever, Jeremy Volkov

______________________________________

To my ruin, my obsession, my husband, my greatest temptation

Jeremy, if someone had told me years ago that I would one day wake up with you in my bed, your ring on my finger, your name wrapped around my soul like a brand, I would have laughed in their face. Because you and I were not meant to be a love story.

We were meant to destroy each other.

I still remember the first time I hated you. Hated the way you looked at me as if I was something you could own. Hated the way your presence filled up every space I entered, like a shadow I could never outrun. Hated the way my heart picked up speed whenever you smirked at me like you knew something I didn’t.

But the worst part? I loved it.

I loved the way you made my blood burn. Loved the way you challenged me, infuriated me, made me reckless. Loved the way our war was always laced with something neither of us wanted to name. It was always you. I didn’t want to admit it, but I think some part of me knew it from the very beginning.

And now, here we are.

Husband. I never thought I would wear that title, much less for you. And yet, I do, and I wear it like a crown, like a warning, like a declaration to the world that I am yours and you are mine. Forever.

It should scare me how much I need you, but it doesn’t. If anything, it makes me want you more.

There are moments when I catch you looking at me—like I’m something worth worshiping—and it makes me want to tear you apart and put you back together just to remind you that I am just as obsessed with you as you are with me. You are my favorite thing to break. My favorite thing to ruin. My favorite thing to love.

And I do love you, Jeremy.

In the darkest, most twisted way a man can love another.

I love you in the way I refuse to let you out of my sight for too long. I love you in the way I would carve out the hearts of anyone who dares to touch what’s mine. I love you in the way my hands find your skin in the dead of night, tracing every scar, every bruise, every mark I’ve left on you.

You once told me love is just another form of destruction. I used to think you were wrong, but now I know better.

Because you? You have destroyed me completely.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Yours, always, Landon King

[psycho2-0]

Kate's Requests pt. 1:

Nikobran and Jerlan going on a double date unknowingly because they kept their relationship a secret and while they are on a date the twins discover who their other half is dating. The dating place is an illegal bike race where the winner will get some prize for their lovers that is why Jer and Niko took Lan and Bran there Fun fact: Jeremy and Niko know who their best friend is dating but not the twins.

The underground biker race roared to life under a sky cloaked in moonlight and smoke. Engines growled, neon lights flickered, and the crowd buzzed with excitement. The illegal track sprawled out in twists and turns, with a hefty prize awaiting the winner—enough to impress any lover.  

Jeremy Volkov stood by his sleek black motorcycle, his arm slung casually around Landon King’s waist. Landon, dressed in dark jeans and a leather jacket, that’s undoubtedly, one of Jeremy’s, glanced around with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.  

“This is…different,” Landon remarked, his voice light with teasing.  

Jeremy smirked, his gray eyes locking onto him. “Only the best for you, Кукла (Doll).”  

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the track, Nikolai Sokolov leaned against his bike, towering over Brandon King, who crossed his arms, feigning disinterest.  

“This better be worth it,” Brandon said, side-eyeing Nikolai.  

“You’ll see,” Nikolai replied, his voice smooth and laced with mischief. “I plan to win something for you, Lotus Flower.”  

The twins, unbeknownst to each other, stood at opposite ends of the chaotic venue, each utterly oblivious to the presence of the other.  

---

The starting signal blasted through the air, and the bikes shot forward, a blur of speed and adrenaline. Jeremy and Nikolai dominated the pack, their engines roaring as they cut through the competition.  

Landon stood near the edge of the track, his heart racing as he watched Jeremy maneuver with ruthless precision. Beside him, Jeremy’s little sister, Annika, chuckled.  

“Jeremy’s pulling out all the stops,” Annika cheered, elbowing Landon.  

Landon rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the twitch of his lips. “He better.”  

On the opposite side, Brandon watched Nikolai weave through the competitors, his jaw clenched despite the thrill coursing through him. Maya leaned over with a smirk.  

“Niko’s going to win, you know,” she said confidently.  

“He better not embarrass me,” Brandon muttered, though his lips twitched with amusement.  

---

As the race neared its end, the crowd surged forward, cheering wildly. Jeremy and Nikolai were neck and neck, their bikes screaming down the final stretch. With a daring move, Jeremy crossed the finish line a hair’s breadth ahead of Nikolai.  

Landon cheered, his hands clapping as Jeremy dismounted and strode toward him. His grin was wide, cocky, and entirely victorious.  

“Looks like I’m the best, after all,” Jeremy said, pulling Landon into his arms.  

On the other side, Nikolai parked his bike and approached Brandon with a wolfish grin.  

“I’ll admit, I let him win,” Nikolai said, his voice dripping with mock humility.  

Brandon snorted, crossing his arms. “Sure you did.”  

As the crowd shifted, the pairs began to gravitate toward the prize podium. It was then, amidst the chaos, that the twins spotted each other.  

“Landon?” Brandon’s voice cut through the noise, sharp with confusion.  

Landon froze, his eyes snapping to his brother. “Brandon? What the hell are you doing here?”  

The realization hit them like a lightning strike. Landon’s gaze flicked from Brandon to Nikolai, his jaw dropping.  

“You’re dating him?” Landon asked, pointing an accusatory finger at Nikolai.  

Brandon’s eyes widened as he looked between Landon and Jeremy. “And you’re with him?”  

Jeremy and Nikolai exchanged amused glances, their expressions utterly unapologetic.  

“You knew about this?” Landon demanded, turning to Jeremy.  

“Of course,” Jeremy said, his smirk widening. “Best friends don’t keep secrets.”  

“And you didn’t think to tell us?” Brandon asked, glaring at Nikolai.  

��Where’s the fun in that?” Nikolai said with a shrug, his hand slipping around Brandon’s waist.  

The twins exchanged a mix of disbelief and exasperation before turning back to their partners.  

“This doesn’t mean we’re okay with it,” Landon said, though his protest lacked conviction.  

Brandon sighed, shaking his head. “We’re going to need a long conversation after this.”  

Jeremy leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “How about we save that for later? Right now, you owe me a kiss for that win.”  

Nikolai mirrored the sentiment, pulling Brandon closer. “And you owe me for making you look good out here.”  

Despite their indignation, the twins couldn’t help but soften under their partners’ touch.

Part 2

[sleepless-winter-nights]

So can anyone gimme some ideas , I am planning to write up a time travel story in which Landon travels back in time to save his brother Brandon from his s*icide. It will be angsty.

Time travel will have a heavy impact on everyone

So I need some ideas on how to proceed with this.

Pls give me some ideas. I also remember sending similar prompts to others.

[obsidianjewel]

hi hi!!

i finally posted that oneshot i was talking about like 2 weeks ago lol

happy valentine's day💕

[obsidianjewel]

thank you for the tag anne!! <3 ahh your wips are so good!! can't wait to read the chapters <33

tagging: @useyernamesteven , @blackroseraven2023 , @psycho2-0 , @courtney-deserved-better , @honeyscovet , @oceanstide and anyone else who wants to join!!

we built our own home (timberkonbart fic). this is a oneshot, and it's actually a part of a series called 'the five of us'. The first three oneshots are on my ao3 account already. the main work for the series hasn't been posted yet (read: I unfortunately haven't started on it)

Mercurial Enamor (a LeoVil oneshot); two characters from the game Twisted Wonderland. I've been thinking about making this into a series, but I don't know yet.

promise (a JerLan short story) this is about a non-canonical ship from the book series Legacy of Gods by Rina Kent. This is from the 3rd chapter. Also, the titles to the chapters are Corpse Bride quotes

God of Madness (another JerLan fic), but the Jeremy x Landon ship is like secondary to the story, I'm focusing on platonic relationships in here. I'm not sure how long this fic is gonna be. This is the first few paragraphs from the extended summary.

silly wip tag game!◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

show us a paragraph, line or dialogue out of context from your current wip[s]. if you aren't a writer, feel free to share one from the last fic you read! ♡

these are from three different wips, the last one is something i wrote in december 2024 (those who remember me talking about nanami and a desi reader...yea), and the second one is something my aashi (@fushitoru) has been asking for since the beginning of time [hint: salaryman choso]

— npt: @gojocon @norikuna @sonnytoru @starmapz @aishi-toru @baepsays @gojosoups @indiewritesxoxo @madamechrissy + anyone else

[g-on-ef]

Will there be Jerlan in “To Kidnap Lotus flower “?

Yes just an FYI there will be JereLan, AnnikaMaya and other couples that I'll be mixing and matching ^^

[meiocheiomeiovaziomeio-blog]

Há se ela soubesse...

Há se ela soubesse, o quanto me faz delirar. Hoje me senti como uma criança somente sabendo Que com ela eu iria me encontrar.

Há se ela soubesse como me senti feliz Ao ver em seu rosto um sorriso Um sorriso, que muito me diz.

Não sei, talvez eu me precipitei... Talvez! Não sei lidar com isso... Não sei! Será que eu não soube demonstrar? Será?

Talvez serei, não sei! Mas não agora, não hoje.

Há se eu soubesse o que ela sabe sobre mim... Há se ela soubesse que eu a quero para mim.

[rebellaking25]

JerLan is really something—!🥹🥰😏

Jeremy: If I was married to you I would put poison in your coffee

Landon: If I was married to you I'd drink it

[444names]

old noldorin dictionary + american states and forenames

Abelele Abet Abild Abra Achanda Adearper Adie Adorrea Agen Alattert Aleka Alia Alie Alin Alla Amarlek Amel Amin Anar Anetty Angerid Antory Anuelly Apliant Arlya Arra Assie Aull Awna Awritch Banka Bard Beenton Beloy Bere Berette Berianka Bertiana Bettenta Better Beun Bild Birsemin Bite Blee Boan Boble Bona Bort Brace Brade Bragmank Brah Bred Brie Brika Briste Bryl Buisa Camer Carandy Caron Cathada Ceslia Chamin Chas Chel Chery Chew Cleon Cleven Clia Clina Cline Cluckyl Clucy Coldia Colga Condawn Corkha Corone Count Crold Cron Cusear Dagma Dall Dandarse Darise Daterip Deborey Dichood Ditega Donnee Dord Dort Dree Dwarre Dwisgus Eadam Eade Edgeront Eidgend Eigod Elan Elia Elin Elisagma Ellarlen Ellint Ellixed Elyst Eneve Eney Erbaroyd Ertony Esha Essirmon Eult Eune Exant Exie Fady Faiwane Fandan Fane Fass Fecil Fence Fertle Fixie Florce Flown Fold Foldi Folga Forouble Frease Fren Fusto Glaisguy Glex Gooked Gradron Graia Gready Gred Greenris Gren Gwedwiga Gwendy Gēroge Gēroly Hannse Haria Harjosse Harow Hawn Heall Herin Hichris Hing Hiorea Hoer Horris Hught Hurve Illesa Ines Inew Inkly Iver Jacque Jainse Jaint Jaiway Jamon Jandīs Jave Jeanse Jearl Jerlan Jime Joather Joddie Joder Joesle Johal Johaulk Jorannes Jordse Jorella Joroshel Joseffe Juander Juianeve Julawn Julee Juli Kame Kammyro Karais Karn Kath Kede Kedgendo Keile Kene Kennam Kentah Kild Kiny Kris Kuan Kukamin Kyla Kūmalope Kūmarpse Lansy Lassie Lastrot Laudix Lerne Lerthel Lesouge Leve Lewyor Liclanne Lielin Liellaia Lina Lled Loidneen Loorcele Lork Lorooke Lory Lose Losth Lough Lourut Lowedga Loyd Lughte Maball Mage Maggy Maibla Malerrho Manee Mang Manift Manitha Mara Mard Maredrey Marid Marig Marior Maron Maroth Marry Masop Mastelle Matterry Mbernar Melis Mica Miele Milly Mily Miren Mirie Mithy Myroxas Nannook Ndan Ndia Ngene Ngette Ngue Norm Nortista Numanne Oancher Oftone Oken Oldael Olly Ophie Orammise Ortany Oseilte Pamald Pamma Parged Parla Pata Pate Pato Pats Paurtne Paut Pely Pene Phannie Phany Phara Phenry Phil Phin Pleo Pliniced Porenna Pose Posette Prego Prew Pōrance Rachrie Ractonda Radak Raine Ranmelio Reeck Regan Rian Ridge Rimeght Rine Risa Riste Risyl Robla Rold Roniff Ronniana Rotho Rube Rudala Saliald Sallina Scia Scilbe Scing Scoramy Scus Selsie Shala Shalf Shel Shelang Sheloft Shen Shenna Shinia Showd Silaiwe Sisyl Skarl Skhan Skie Skin Sled Slia Slis Slorant Smick Snisse Songa Sonsmard Souis Sous Spenda Sphana Spondon Stame Stektha Stha Stia Stie Stier Stimbel Stina Stiver Stregie Suff Suffraia Suse Swooden Talvio Tandy Tane Tansa Tant Teve Thelouio Therti Tine Tint Toundy Tracky Trah Travena Tred Trie Trillony Tris Trive Trose Tulen Tōrany Tōrede Uignold Vana Vellia Vidwist Virdoll Vive Viverm Walan Walse Wane Warcus Ward Wareth Warn Warresa Waryl Wayn Welson Whio Whittley Whony Witicen Worric Wred Yori Yuren Yurey Yūle Zacersam Ñgolain Ūbalia

[honeyscovet]

I love love LOVE you Not Bound by time and space first of all. Could we get it's updates a bit more early since I just can't wait for Sundays anymore like IT'S SO GOOD FR and so much according to my taste. Also, what will be your next work in Time travels and unexpected revelations? (Sorry for being annoying)

Thank you SO much and no, you are not annoying at all <3 Seeing you all in my inbox just makes my day!!

Sadly, no early updates this week—it’ll be on Sunday as usual—because my tests end on Friday so I’ll be writing chapter 4 after that AND will work on the next update of God of Desire. But I will try my best to do an early update next week!

The next work in the series will be a lot more smutty (😏) and the time travel will be five years in the future instead. That’s all I’m saying for now because I don’t want to spoil too much of the plot xD

[allariablack]

Jeremy Volkov x Landon King - The Devil's Match

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60931777

[psycho2-0]

Rosette's Request:

The Russian roulette scene but with jerlan

Warning: Russian Roulette, Gun Play/Kink, Fear Play (idk)

The private room reeked of tension, the kind that could set fire to oxygen. Dim lighting bathed the space in shadow, where Jeremy sat at the head of the table, a predatory calm cloaking his massive frame. His fingers traced the edges of the gun, each movement deliberate, calculated. Across from him, Landon King lounged in his chair, deceptively composed, though his dark eyes sparked with defiance and curiosity.

The revolver glinted under the dim light as Jeremy’s fingers spun it on the table. The weapon seemed alive, its presence amplifying the unspoken challenge in the room.

“Are you just going to sit there and fondle it, Volkov?” Landon broke the silence, his voice cutting and smooth. “Or do you have a point to make?”

Jeremy smirked, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. He stopped spinning the gun, his gaze locking on Landon’s. "Patience isn’t your virtue, is it, King?"

"Not when I’m being entertained by mediocrity." Landon’s words dripped with mockery, though his posture remained as unshakable as stone.

Jeremy chuckled, a deep sound that echoed in the small room. He opened the gun’s cylinder, sliding a single bullet into the chamber. “Then let’s make it interesting.”

Landon’s gaze didn’t waver, even as Jeremy spun the chamber, the mechanical click echoing like a countdown.

“This isn’t just Russian roulette,” Jeremy said, leaning forward. “We’re going to play truth or trigger.”

Landon raised an eyebrow. “Truth or trigger? Sounds like a game for children.”

Jeremy’s smirk widened. “Oh, it’s a game for monsters. Answer a question truthfully, or I pull the trigger. Lie, and I’ll know. Refuse to answer…” He clicked the gun shut and placed it on the table, sliding it toward Landon. “And I’ll pull the trigger anyway.”

Landon let out a short laugh, leaning forward to pick up the gun. The weight of it settled in his palm as though it belonged there. “And what do you get out of this, Volkov? Validation? A hard-on? Or just the satisfaction of trying to scare me?”

Jeremy tilted his head, his smirk softening into something darker, more intimate. “I get what I want, as always. And what I want right now is to strip you bare—piece by piece. Let’s see what’s under that pretty mask of yours.”

Landon’s lips quirked, a challenge dancing in his eyes. “Fine. Who starts?”

“I do.” Jeremy leaned back, his gaze steady as he delivered the first blow. “Why do you hide behind that charm, Landon? What are you so afraid of?”

Landon’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before returning in full force. “Afraid? That’s a strong word. I prefer ‘selective about my vulnerabilities.’”

Jeremy’s hand shot out, gripping Landon’s wrist as he guided the gun toward Landon’s chest. His voice dropped an octave, low and commanding. “Answer. Truthfully.”

Landon swallowed hard, his pulse fluttering against the barrel pressed to his ribs. “Fine,” he said, his voice quieter but steady. “I’m afraid of being seen for what I really am—weak, worthless, replaceable.”

Jeremy’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes flickered with something unspoken. He released Landon’s wrist, gesturing for him to take his turn.

“Your turn, Volkov,” Landon said, spinning the cylinder before sliding the gun across the table. “Why do you hold everyone at arm’s length? What are you hiding behind that cold exterior?”

Jeremy didn’t hesitate. He picked up the gun and held it to his own temple, his finger hovering over the trigger. “Maybe I just don’t care about anyone.”

“Bullshit,” Landon snapped, leaning forward. “Pull the trigger if you’re lying.”

The corner of Jeremy’s mouth twitched. He exhaled slowly, lowering the gun. “Because caring means weakness. And weakness gets people killed.”

Landon’s gaze softened for a fleeting moment before sharpening again. He picked up the gun, spinning it once more. “Who was your first love, Jeremy? And don’t you dare lie.”

Jeremy’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. “You’re treading dangerous ground, King.”

“Truth or trigger,” Landon reminded him, his tone infuriatingly calm.

Jeremy’s hand clenched into a fist on the table. “Her name was Alina,” he said finally, the words like gravel. “She died because of me.”

The air thickened as silence stretched between them. Landon didn’t push, didn’t gloat. He simply nodded, as though acknowledging the weight of Jeremy’s confession.

Jeremy snatched the gun, the abrupt movement making Landon’s pulse spike. He stood, circling the table until he was behind Landon’s chair. He leaned down, the cold barrel of the gun trailing along Landon’s jawline.

“Your turn,” Jeremy murmured, his voice a rough caress. “What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve ever had about me?”

Landon’s breath hitched, the sensation of the gun against his skin sending a shiver down his spine. He tilted his head slightly, meeting Jeremy’s gaze with bold defiance. “Fucking you until you break.”

The gun pressed harder against his jaw, and Jeremy’s breathing turned heavier. “Careful, Landon. You might get exactly what you wish for.”

Landon’s smirk widened, his own breathing uneven. “Maybe I’m counting on it.”

The tension snapped like a taut wire. Jeremy grabbed Landon by the collar, yanking him out of the chair and slamming him against the table. The gun clattered to the side as Jeremy pinned Landon down, his larger frame looming over him.

“You want me to break?” Jeremy hissed, his voice a dangerous growl. “Then you’d better be ready to shatter, too.”

Landon opened his mouth to retort, but the words were swallowed by Jeremy’s brutal kiss. It wasn’t gentle; it was a collision of teeth and tongues, a clash of dominance neither was willing to yield.

The gun was back in Jeremy’s hand, cold metal trailing down Landon’s throat, over his chest, before dipping lower. Landon gasped, the mix of fear and arousal intoxicating as Jeremy’s control consumed him.

“You want to play games, Landon?” Jeremy murmured, his voice low and lethal. “Let’s see how far you’re willing to go.”

Landon’s response was a breathless laugh, his eyes blazing. “All the way.”

And Jeremy made sure he did.

He didn’t waste a second. His mouth descended on Landon’s again, bruising and relentless, their teeth clashing as tongues tangled in a war of control. Landon moaned into the kiss, his fingers clawing at Jeremy’s shirt, desperate for contact, for anything to anchor him.

But Jeremy wasn’t giving him that satisfaction. No, Jeremy was in control, and he intended to keep it that way.

He pulled back abruptly, leaving Landon gasping for air, his lips swollen and slick. Jeremy’s cold, dark eyes drank in the sight of Landon sprawled on the table, disheveled and desperate, and a smug smirk tugged at his lips.

“Look at you,” Jeremy murmured, his voice dripping with disdain and desire. “You’re supposed to be the composed one, the King with all the answers. But now? You’re nothing but a needy mess.”

Landon’s chest heaved, his eyes blazing with defiance even as his body betrayed him. “If you think I’m going to beg, Volkov, you don’t know me at all.”

Jeremy chuckled darkly, his gloved hand sliding down Landon’s chest, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “Oh, you’ll beg,” he said, his tone a dangerous promise. “And you’ll love every second of it.”

Without warning, Jeremy grabbed the hem of Landon’s shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it aside. Landon’s lean, sculpted torso was now on full display, his pale skin flushed and his muscles taut. Jeremy’s eyes roved over him, a predator savoring its prey.

“You’re beautiful, King,” Jeremy said, almost mockingly, as his fingers trailed down Landon’s chest to the waistband of his pants. “Let’s see how much more you can take.”

Landon’s breath hitched as Jeremy’s hands worked the button and zipper with practiced ease, peeling the fabric away to leave him bare. The cool air of the room kissed his heated skin, and he fought the instinct to cover himself, to hide from Jeremy’s penetrating gaze.

But Jeremy wouldn’t allow it.

“Hands on the table,” Jeremy ordered, his voice brooking no argument.

Landon hesitated for a moment, his pride warring with his need. Then, slowly, he placed his palms flat on the table, spreading his fingers wide as if daring Jeremy to push him further.

“Good boy,” Jeremy murmured, the words a mix of praise and mockery.

Jeremy remained fully clothed, the dark fabric of his suit pristine and imposing against Landon’s naked vulnerability. The contrast wasn’t lost on either of them, and Jeremy seemed to revel in the power imbalance.

He picked up the gun again, the cold metal gleaming ominously in the dim light. He trailed it down Landon’s body, starting at his neck, over his collarbone, down the center of his chest, until it rested just above his navel.

Landon shivered, his body taut as a bowstring. “Is this how you get off, Jeremy? Holding a gun while you pretend to be in control?”

Jeremy’s smirk turned cruel as he pressed the barrel of the gun against Landon’s hip, the metal cool against his burning skin. “I don’t pretend, Landon,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “I am in control.”

He flipped Landon onto his stomach with ease, pressing him against the cold wood of the table. Jeremy’s gloved hand gripped the back of Landon’s neck, holding him in place as the gun traced along the curve of his spine.

“You want me to fuck you, King?” Jeremy hissed, leaning close so his breath ghosted over Landon’s ear. “Say it.”

Landon growled, turning his head to glare at Jeremy. “Fuck me, Volkov. Or are you all talk?”

Jeremy didn’t need to be told twice.

The gun was still in his hand, the barrel sliding down until it pressed between Landon’s thighs. Landon gasped, his body instinctively tensing before he relaxed, giving in to the sensation of cold steel against his most sensitive skin.

Jeremy’s other hand gripped Landon’s hip, pulling him back slightly as he maneuvered the gun with precision and intent. “You like this, don’t you?” Jeremy taunted, his voice a dark caress. “The thrill, the danger. You’re just as fucked up as I am.”

Landon bit his lip, refusing to give Jeremy the satisfaction of an answer. But his body betrayed him, the flush spreading across his skin, the way he arched into every touch, every press of the gun.

Jeremy’s smirk widened as he pressed the gun further, the cold metal sending shocks of sensation through Landon’s body. His movements were deliberate, unrelenting, as he pushed Landon to the brink of sanity.

“Beg,” Jeremy growled, his grip on Landon’s hip tightening.

“Fuck you,” Landon spat, though his voice was ragged, his resolve cracking.

Jeremy leaned down, his teeth grazing Landon’s shoulder before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. Landon cried out, his hands gripping the edges of the table.

“Beg,” Jeremy demanded again, his voice a harsh whisper against Landon’s ear.

Landon finally broke, the words tumbling out in a breathless gasp. “Please… fuck me, Jeremy.”

Satisfied, Jeremy removed the gun, tossing it onto the table with a loud clatter. His hand replaced it, stroking and teasing until Landon was a trembling, incoherent mess beneath him.

When Jeremy finally took him, it was with a ferocity that bordered on cruel, every movement claiming and consuming. Landon matched him thrust for thrust, their moans and curses filling the room as they pushed each other to the edge and beyond.

When it was over, Landon collapsed onto the table, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Jeremy stood behind him, still fully clothed, his gaze dark and unreadable as he watched Landon’s spent form.

“You’re mine now, King,” Jeremy murmured, his voice soft but firm. “Don’t forget that.”

Landon turned his head, his lips curving into a faint, defiant smirk. “We’ll see about that.”

lol, i tried my best, but i was lowkey struggling. because, landon wouldn't act like cecily had in god of wrath, obviously.

[sleepless-winter-nights]

Can anyone write up any new stories which would have jerlan and Nikobran ship. I have read all the fics available in ao3 and Wattpad and I need more.

I wanna read some new stories while I wait a century for the old fics to upload.

Sorry for the rant 😞 but I desperately need a new story 😭

[obsidianjewel]

me, who hasn't updated promise since December 31st.

also, me: maybe they'll understand because i'm currently taking 6 (about to be 7 in March) classes in college right now.

ALSO ME: y'know what? fuck it, currently typing a smut oneshot as we speak because i feel so bad in not updating, because i'm trying to have the 3rd chapter longer than usual so it won't feel like y'all are waiting for practically nothing.

[acropoledeatenas]

ALCOOLISMO: UM CAMINHO SEM VOLTA!

Alcoolismo é a dependência do indivíduo ao álcool, considerada doença pela Organização Mundial da Saúde. O uso constante, descontrolado e progressivo de bebidas alcoólicas pode comprometer seriamente o bom funcionamento do organismo, levando a conseqüências irreversíveis.

O alcoolismo é a incapacidade de controlar a ingestão de álcool devido a dependência física e emocional. Os sintomas incluem consumo repetido de álcool apesar de problemas jurídicos e de saúde. Alcoólatras podem iniciar o dia com uma dose, sentir culpa por beber e quiser reduzir a quantidade consumida.

COLÉGIO ESTADUAL MARIA CÂNDIDA DE CASTILHO FONTOURA DISCIPLINAS: FILOSOFIA E SOCIOLOGIA - 3 ANO B ALUNO: ROBERT OLIVEIRA, DANIEL MOREIRA, JERLAN MONTEIRO E WELLINGTON MORAIS PROF. FERNANDO DE ALMEIDA