#lee jinho how to fight

[sscarletvenus]

yoojin wanna be in viral hit soooo bad 😒😒😒

[narcissistshandler]

𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟 𝗜𝗜

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿. male reader x lee jinho (how to fight/viral hit)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. dom!amab reader, sub!jinho, top reader implicit, assassination attempt, talk about murder, paranoid jinho, reader calls Jinho "deer" (not in a very affectionate way), captivity (?), blowjob, deep throat, spanking implicit. minors dni.

𝗮/𝗻. lee jinhoo argh. I lied, that shit has 2.9k words. I'm rewatching hannibal, what inspired all this erotic murder talk, I can't help it. likes and reblogs are welcome. Part one here.

You insisted he wasn't a prisoner, the rickety glass walls, the Internet access, all the doors to the luxurious penthouse in central Seoul open at his leisure. Jinho disagreed. Your control was smooth, mischievous, so light that anyone else could agree with you and surrender to your meticulously placed words. Jinho knew better than that. The chip removed from his phone prevented him from making or receiving calls, and the tight, armed security at the front door and the rest of the building prevented him from having contact with the outside world. He could not be trusted, was your argument, he could slip through your fingers at the first opportunity and to stop that he needed to be trained. Like a damn house dog.

Jinho wasn't going out of his way to please you, despite seeming to have accepted his new routine, between eating, sleeping and exercising, he occasionally found time to kill one of the men you put to watch him. He would spend two or three days quiet, peaceful, and the next day he would cook a human tongue for you. You were hard to piss off, you weren't bothered by his silent teasing, with the body left like a gift spilling blood on the living room carpet, and you weren't bothered by the scar cutting your stomach that Jinho had given you with a kitchen knife. Instead you smiled at him, brought him expensive gifts, treated him to fine dinners and started to keep your promise ── he watched the news slowly changing public opinion about him, about how everything was a big conspiracy against him and how he had only been a pawn used in a larger game, a political power game. And so, as the image of the politician who previously helped him became more and more dirty and How to Fight's subscribers dropped, Lee Jinho found himself able to step out into the sunlight again. At least could, if you didn't keep him locked up.

Jinho thought he could live a little in the role you wanted, until you trusted him enough to give him an opening, until you gave him the power that would be your own downfall. It wasn't hard to wait months or years, he'd done it before. Sitting in front of a whiteboard that was slowly taking shape, wearing sweatpants and a black t-shirt, Jinho was trying to stay on paper. Your eyes were on him, he could feel it. The silence in the empty room you had given him to serve as a studio was only interrupted by the soft strokes of the brush in his hand and the rustling of the pages of the book you were reading. But even after two weeks, Jinho still didn't know exactly what your intentions were. Keep him like a trophy wife? Use him as a sex toy? Or was this all an excuse to keep him trapped, cut off from the outside world and unable to exert any power, against you or anyone else? Maybe the news was fake, created to deceive him. Maybe you never intended to help him. Maybe he should kill you, right here and now and be done with it all ── stick the wooden brush across your eye and revel in the dread on your face, smear himself with your filthy blood and and…

"What are you thinking about? Your gaze turned dark." Your voice woke him up, amused. Jinho doubted you would still find it amusing if he spoke his thoughts out loud.

"I'm thinking about what it would be like to kill you," he tried, as normal and placid as talking about the weather.

"Oh?" you exclaimed. "And how would you kill me?"

Jinho turned around on the stool to face you. Sunlight burst through the glass wall, spilling like liquid gold over your tranquil figure as you sat on the turquoise sofa in the huge room filled with only two paintings on the wall, a deer took shape in one, and what looked like the animal's ribcage split open and filled with bloody flowers painted the other. Your watchful eyes were already on him, seeming to bore right through him. Book discarded next to crossed legs, face resting against hand, entertained, comfortable, confident… Jinho wanted to rip all those positive emotions out of you with a knife.

"With this brush." He turned the object between his fingers, the perfectly manicured brown wood gleaming in the light, the Kolinsky sable bristles at the tip stained dark blue. "Simple and quick, I'd poke your eye out before you even had time to blink, maybe the brush would break if I wasn't careful with my strength, but that would only make everything even more painful for you."

Your mouth opened, then closed, as if searching for the right words, before finally speaking. "And then?"

"Then I'd prick the other one with my fingers and hang you with the same hand smeared with your blood, wood sticking shallowly into your eye so the fun wouldn't end so soon." Your eyes dropped to his hand, the fingers long and elegant, deft even as they closed around that knife, touching it with as much mastery as when he held his tools of art. Your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips. An electric current shot through Jinho's traitorous body, he continued, unable to make the words stop coming out, "You would scream, beg me for mercy and I wouldn't have."

You didn't look scared, your calm made him uneasy.

"They say there is no murder more intimate than one committed with one's own hands," you said.

"There's nothing intimate about killing animals, whether with your bare hands or a knife."

The clock on the wall ticked, the low sound deafening in the silence that filled the room. Their eyes met, turbulent with strong and unusual emotions. None of you dared to dodge, feeling as if a war would be lost if did.

"Do you think about hurting me often?" You broke the silence, voice sounding low and deep.

Jinho looked at your pretty face, not a hint of anxiety or dread, the soft lips and vulnerable neck, the skin so so easy to crack and tear. And he replied, feeling as if were confessing his darkest sins:

"Every day."

"Good."

Jinho chuckled, the sudden sound surprising even himself as it reverberated in his ears. A smile of its own spread across your lips, free hand slipping over the linen fabric of your pants. Unconscious, Jinho followed the movement, his mouth suddenly dry as your hand slid between your legs and up, squeezing the obvious erection there. Unable to look away even when you rubbed your cock, Jinho didn't know what he was supposed to feel. You weren't normal, he was feasting on images of you in pain and suffering and dying and there you were ── hard, hard for him, hard for the aggressive words that came out of his mouth, hard for the image of Jinho above you, cold face and blood painting his clothes, like a holy painting. The blood seemed to run faster in Jinho's veins and he forced his feet against the ground, afraid to fall.

"It turns you on," Jinho said in disbelief, realization hitting him hard. "Sick bastard, do you want me to kill you?"

Your brow furrowed, finally looking displeased with something he said, but your hand didn't stop moving against the hardness in your pants, thumb stroking the wet stain growing in the fabric, breath coming out in soft puffs. Something in Jinho's body wanted to reach out and touch you. He stifled that desire.

"Get too close to my eyes and I'll break your fingers. No, I don't want to die." You snorted, opening your legs to give Jinho a better view. He wanted to look away, to mock you, but he couldn't, swallowing hard as a groan escaped your mouth, fingers pressing your outlined cock against the fabric. "But the idea is exciting, isn't it? You're hard too."

Jinho's legs pressed together against your gaze, suddenly very aware of the heat in his body, the hardness in his sweatpants, and the hungry look on his face. He wanted to devour you, touch you and hurt you with the same need.

"Come here," you said ── an order, because you didn't ask and didn't like to be refused, the scarred marks on his thighs and ass reminded him well of that.

Jinho blinked, trying to get his head back in place, it was difficult when in your presence. Putting the brush in place and getting to his feet, he walked towards you, taking his time, the pride still there despite how many times you've worked to break it. Your hands worked on the button and zipper of the pants and even before the next order, Jinho already knew what you wanted from him.

"On your knees, hands behind your back." He ground his teeth, but obeyed. Your hands were close to his face, reaching into your pants to pull a thick, heavy cock out, head glistening with precum. It had been inside him before, an irritating little voice reminded him. Once, the day he took that ridiculous deal. His ass clenched at the memory. Kneeling between your legs, erection dangerously close to his face, Jinho squashed the instinct that screamed to bite your cock off as soon as you tried to put it in his mouth. It wouldn't kill you, but it would be painful enough, an everlasting memory searing your skin. "Open, deer."

The pet name make him grind his teeth, managing to see the painting of the deer on the wall out of the corner of his eye. If you were trying to tease or humiliate him, he didn't know.

Against whatever primal instincts screamed in his mind, Jinho opened his mouth, almost eagerly as you brushed the tip of your cock against his thin lips, wetting them. Contrary to his thoughts, his body seemed to have other ideas, tongue darting against his lips to capture your taste, moan catching in the throat as salty pre-cum flooded his senses. He pursued your taste, leaning forward so he could lick the sensitive head, seeking more of that taste, unlike anything he'd felt before. A sigh fell from your mouth, heavy hand falling against the back of his neck, something in that sound drew him in, soft lips closing against the bulbous head in a careless suck. Everything about his movements was sloppy, it was obvious that Jinho had never sucked a cock, but the inexperience of that powerful and dangerous man only seemed to make you even harder.

You grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him back. "Open it for me, sweet." You guided your cock with the hand to his willing mouth, tip sliding easily into the wet heat. Fingers tangling more tightly in the strands of his hair. "I'm going to teach you everything you need to know, so relax for me."

Jinho rolled his eyes, that superior attitude still untouched even with your cock pressing into his mouth.

"Use your tongue," you ordered, hips slowly pushing your length into his mouth. Your cock filled his mouth, hot and heavy against his tongue, salty with sweat and pre-cum, the tip against his cheek. He found himself moving his tongue, following its length and dragging against the prominent veins near the head, curious about how it would feel. You moaned above him, one hand slumped against your thigh, squeezing the fabric of the pants, the other caressing the skin at the back of his neck. "Suck it for me, deer."

Lips pressing against you, Jinho sucked, the wet, obscene sound echoing in the silent room, his skin heated, cock twitching between the legs. Spit pooling in his mouth, he made an attempt to move the head, spittle running down the length to your full balls as part of your cock pulled out of the heat of his mouth. His breath huffed against your damp skin.

"Breathe through your nose. No biting." His eyes were sharp, letting your length fall from his mouth to catch breath, even with his cheeks flushed and moisture pooling in the corners of his eyes, there was wit there. Do not tell me? He would probably say it if he wasn't afraid his voice would crack. You held your cock, stroking yourself through all the saliva Jinho had wet on you, thumb squeezing the sensitive head carelessly. Heat blooming in his stomach, it took everything in Jinho not to squish through the sweatpants, he didn't want to give you that satisfaction. He dug his nails into his arm hard behind his back, trying to anchor himself to something so he wouldn't sail away.

"Let's try something different," you said, voice steeped in pleasure as you slowed down stroking yourself close to his face, legs tensing as you stopped the movements, dick visibly twitching.

You took a deep breath, directing your cock to line up with Jinho's mouth. Parting his lips, Jinho couldn't help but groan as that thick, heavy cock slid back over his tongue. He closed his lips around and sucked, but you were already pushing farther back, into his throat. His hands were shooting out before he knew it, pushing your legs, head pulling out of your grasp. He was immediately released, coughing and wheezing, saliva running down his chin.

You pushed his hair back, seeing the sight of tears falling down Jinho's flushed face before he wiped them away, throat still fighting involuntary contractions and the feeling that he was going to throw up. You waited until he recovered before pulling him back to the front. "Let's try again."

"I'm going to kill you," Jinho threatened, voice low and husky, broken.

"Until then, you're going to make me come, so open your pretty mouth for me."

The words of protest stayed on his tongue, but Jinho couldn't voice them, opening the mouth to take your cock back, more eager than he would ever admit to anyone, even though anxiety not felt in years gnawed at his insides. Jinho breathed in through his nose, relaxing his throat as you began to slide deep, slowly, thick cock threatening to choke him. His throat constricted immediately, gag reflex kicking in as the head of your cock reached in too deep. His eyes closed in an effort not to cough and gag, tears running down the cheeks, not realizing he had moved the hands to press against the front of his pants.

"That's it, deer. Stay open for me. Just relax." Firm hand holding him in place and forcing him to stay still as your length pressed deep, fucking past the tightness of his throat, Jinho didn't expect his body to react so strongly, heat under his breath and an unknown pleasure bubbling in his stomach. He made the most beautiful sounds as your cock slid down his tight throat, but all he could hear was you ── your heavy breathing and soft moans and words of "you are so beautiful like that", "good boy", "touch yourself for me" and "you've been made for my dick", clouding his senses. He rubbed himself into the pants hard and fast, groaning against you each time the thick fabric dragged against his cock head, making a mess on his underwear.

Jinho willed his throat to relax, feeling your thick cock twitch as his throat flexed around it. Lashes grew heavy and wet, nails squeezing his length through the fabric until the stab of pain had his feet squirming against the floor. He dragged his teeth against your cock, lightly, in a threat or a tease, none of you knew, but the movement had your hips stuttering, groin pressed against his nose as your cock twitched one last time thrust deep into his mouth, before cum in his throat, forcing him to swallow so he wouldn't choke. Jinho whimpered, thumb squeezing the damp head of his cock, hips rocking against his palm in search of his own release.

"You can come Jinho." Jinho wanted to say that he didn't need your permission, that he would come even if you said otherwise, but the words make something inside him snap. With the salt filling his throat and your cock softening inside his mouth, Jinho's breath hitched for a minute, his whole body tensing… His cock spilled into his pants, saliva running down his chin and moaning around you. His ears go numb and he thinks he might need a few minutes to get back to reality, his legs shaking, his whole body shaking.

You gently pull back, cock sliding out of his mouth and Jinho lets his head fall against your thigh, teeth pressing into your skin hard enough to draw blood. For a second you think he might be looking for an artery in an attempt to make you bleed to death, the thought makes your flaccid dick twitch. You let him dig his teeth into you, fingers stroking his sweat damp hair and head against the back of the couch. You knew you made the right choice, Jinho would soon become your perfect pet, attempts to kill you or not.

[eatsbop]

Me when my head hurts

[allonnotion]

Hunger Games: Viral Hit/How To Fight Edition

in celebration of the recently ended manhwa (coinciding with the announcement of an upcoming anime adaptation), I've decided to put the characters from Viral Hit into the hunger games. Enjoy these 'iconic' moments...

and the winner is...

the results:

link to the simulator...

link to the 'hunger games' masterlist...

[wannaeatramyeon]

Sharing a hotel room with taehun? Lol what would be his reaction pfft

Haha! I did think about putting Taehoon in with the lookism boys but... didn't. Here's my SFW thoughts!

HTF x Reader: Sharing a love hotel room hc

(SFW - Taehoon, Yeonwoo, Museong, Seongjun, Jinho)

Seong Taehoon

Honestly this scenario with Taehoon probably isn't as fun as you think

If he has zero interest in you, he'll enter the room, look around, then walk straight back out. He'd rather find a 24hr/overnight arcade to hang out in

If he likes you, then it'll be a bit more exciting

Surprisingly protective over his beauty sleep

A good night sleep is important for peak Taekwondo performance

So if you keep him up then it best be for something good

He has his night routine that he follows religiously though. He's just so... limber

It makes you think about all kinds of positions and you can't stop staring at his hips

You: Taehoon?? What you doing??

Taehoon: Stretching

You: Why?

Taehoon: To stay flexible

You: [staring in awe] Before bed?!

Taehoon: Want a closer look, pervert?

Ji Yeonwoo, Kim Munseong

These guys are gentlemen through and through

Would offer to take the floor (which is likely covered in questionable stains)

So of course you couldn't let them do that

You'll share a bed, and they would offer to put pillows/blankets etc. in the middle to spare you your modesty

Unlike the Lookism boys, once they're asleep then they're zonked out lol

Divider or not, they'll make their way over to you in the night

In the morning you'll wake up wrapped in their arms (altho Yeonwoo enjoys being the little spoon)

Baek Seongjun

This guy makes my heart hurt

Will try to put you at ease with the situation

Super respectful, and will let you generally set the vibe or he'll try to read the room

Light teasing but if you're comfortable then he would stop

Big cuddler, if you didn't want to do anything then he would offer for you to lie in his arms and you can just watch some NewTube vids together or something

The kind of guy that you would stay up til 3am talking to. It won't be about his past, but you'll find out all sorts about him, and Seongjun about you that he would take to heart

But if you hate the whole vibe? You don't even need to stay in the room if you don't want. He'll go for a walk to ease your mind, find a 24hr cafe, market, sauna. Anything for you

Lee Jinho

Because some posts got me thinking about Jinho

If you ended up alone with this guy?

Tbh, he would probably treat you like you're not really there - a bit of a nuisance but he can ultimately put up with you for 1 night

But what's the point of getting a love hotel if you don't put it to good use?

This would be the perfect night to explore all sorts of kinks

And he means ALL

[corpseofbunny]

ﾟ｡˚ ୨୧ ⁞ ❛ YOU'RE SCARING ME! ❜

part two of this! i am still not active or have a new tumblr and i now realize jinho is ooc (imo) in my previous works but this was requested by someone so i decided to just make it and go back to the grave, lol.

wiping your runny nose with your sweater sleeve, you looked down at the sidewalk from where you sat. it was a rainy day, the streets were still full. some had umbrellas, some used personal items to protect them from the rain, some didn't use anything and were doused.

you and your friend were lucky, the cafe you went to had outdoor seating under a reflective awning, the grey skies giving everything a murky and disgusting appeal. "you wanna talk about it yet or...?" she finally asked, almost too shy to break the silence that'd grown between you.

you ruined your entire life for him.

now you had nothing. you didn't say anything at first, just staring at the iced coffee and rice balls she had bought you. "not really," you hadn't eaten in days, too despondent to even fathom anything other than rotting in bed all day. her staring was enough to make you finally give in and pick up the cup, bringing the blue straw to your lips. you didn't know what to do without him, or where to go, he supported every aspect of your life and now you had split up. you packed all your things and when you reached the front door of his apartment, jinho didn't say anything or move. you opened the door and took your things, making sure to slam the door.

your other friend was kind enough to let you stay with her, her bed big enough for the two of you. on the nights you cried, she held you close and touched your hair lovingly. something he used to do with less sentiment. he took everything from you. you no longer had a single first that wasn't his. everything that was once yours was his - he robbed you blind and you let him. when you got ready in the morning, you only ever thought about one thing, one person; you'd always be thinking of him and what he wanted. "i'm just gonna go, yeah?" you ran your fingers across your scalp, strands of hair running through them.

"what? you just-" despite her attempt at trying to keep you, you shook your head. "no, i'm just not feeling it. i'm really sorry." you knew you shouldn't be apologizing. you couldn't even try to stay or open up - being a bad friend. you were a runner, always straying away from difficulties when you shouldn't - yet you did. you never wanted to confront or face anything, a lack of accountability followed you everywhere. it didn't take five hours into you breaking up with him to realize he liked that, jinho made you believe you were the victim in every situation. it was his way of making sure you were never going to doubt him, everyone else was at fault - never you. he comforted you, kept you safe, why would you ever even think to question him? the train home was crowded and sticky but you didn't care, as long as it got you out the rain and being questioned by those who liked to pry for few minutes more. the sun had descended by the time you got back to the flat. it was different than jinho's home - smaller, crammed but loved. his felt empty, always lacking something. unlocking the door with the spare keys, you didn't bother turning the lights on, removing your shoes, and hanging the keys on the wall. it wasn't until you heard a click that you got tense, reaching for the light switch and flicking the lights on.

and there he was. "what are you doing?" for the first time, he scared you. jinho was comfortably sat in one of the armchairs, leg crossed over the other and looking at various papers on the coffee table with a smile. job applications, credit card requests, everything you needed to get back to a decent life. "don't worry, i'm only here for one thing and then i'll leave."

he was so calm, the complete opposite of you. "what do you want?" you don't know what it was that made you start saying it but you did. "look, i love you. i love you and i miss you, okay?" you teared up because for the first time he was making you feel afraid and you were defenseless. you took a deep breath and as he stepped forward, you stepped back. it went on until he backed you into the wall, making you flinch. "don't, don't! don't touch me." something was telling you to get away from him but you were stuck. " what are you crying for?" you didn't answer him, shaking your head. what was it that was putting you off? something about all of this was disturbing you and you didn't know what it was. you were trying to figure out how he got in but what was sound before you turned on the lights, that familiar click? you didn’t want to confront the idea on what you thought it could be. how could someone you loved make you worry like this? he used to make you feel safe. "what was that noise like?" you finally asked. he didn't respond. "jinho, what was that noise? you're scaring me, you're scaring me." you gasped at the end of your sentence when he grabbed you, his hand resting on the back of your neck as he pulled you in a hug, free hand resting on the small of your back. "please tell me. i love you and i just want you to tell me.” there was still no response, just the feeling of his lips connecting to the top of your head.

[artemis32]

Hello I saw your 244 imagine and I loved it and if your still taking requests because I wasn’t sure can you do one where his girlfriend is really shy sensitive someone he can easily manipulate but for some reason he’s really wants to keep her around idk this thought just popped up into my head 😆

Yandere 244 II

this probably isn’t exactly what you wanted but i hope you like it anyway :)) spoilers for 244 (his name and all that jazz)

Also I'm on a roll with posting these drafts, damn

art's 21st birthday celebration masterlist

viral hit masterlist

There are many possibilities for when and where you met him, but for the sake of this specific question, let’s say you’re on the run.

Jinho sees all types of people trying to flee to South Korea. People of different social statuses, genders, ages, races, anyone and everyone. 

All of these people have one thing in common - they aren’t good people.

Cheaters, liars, thieves, murderers, stalkers. He’s seen them all.

He’s long since past the point of caring about any of them. Why would he have to? He kicks them off the boat after they’ve served their purpose. And it’s not as if they can complain either. It’s him or the government, or worse, the people they try so desperately to run from.

So many different people have crossed his path, and all of them have faced the same fate. Inevitably, all of them end up the same way. 

All of them, except for you.

You were quiet. Reserved and withdrawn.

Not unusual in itself, plenty of girls your age were. Being self-conscious wasn’t strange. In fact, being hyperaware was a helpful trait to have in any scenario.

But it backfired. 

Being quiet and aware was fine, but it could easily be twisted into something darker. 

Anyone who knew you would say that you were shy, sweet and slightly anxious. Anyone who knew you would know that you could never do something like this. You knew you would never do something like this.

But all of the facts just happened to conveniently line up. Every last bit of evidence pointed to you.

Really, never in your life would you believe the fact that you were being considered as a murder suspect, but the facts didn’t lie, and apparently neither did the witnesses.

Regardless of whether you did it or not, you were in trouble.

And so, you were presented with two choices: accept the charges and go to prison for a crime you didn’t commit, or try and run.

You chose the latter.

The interest he takes in you is immediate and crippling.

Something about you is just so alluring - you're so sweet, so soft. Oh, he gets so worked up just thinking about it.

Now, if pressed, he wouldn't be able to tell anyone what exactly had drawn him to you in the first place.

Maybe the way you were so glaringly out of place on his ship? Many different kinds of people came to him, looking for an escape - thieves, beggars, murderers, terrorists, cheaters. You were clearly none of those things, all skittish and shy, saying please and thank you to a bunch of criminals with a smile.

He could have laughed if it didn't infuriate him.

Maybe he was drawn in by the way you cared so deeply for people you hardly knew. One of his men got caught in the lowering net and got hurt? You were there, tending to his injuries. One of your fellow stowaways got food poisoning, made worse by sea sickness? You were by his side, handing him water and kind words while you rubbed his back.

You were so kind. Too kind.

It made him sick.

He wanted you all for himself. No one deserved your kindness but him.

Or maybe it was the way you quaked and cried when they started throwing people overboard.

Yes, that must have been it.

Well, not quite.

While it was true that they threw the stowaways overboard, and you stood there, plastered to the cabin door, all shaking legs and wobbly lips, what piqued his interest more than all that was the fact that you never once begged for them to spare you.

There was something to be said for your pride.

You were terrified, that much was clear - but you didn't beg them to let you live, or plead with him on your knees. You lifted your head and accepted your fate, not even letting out a scream or whimper.

Truly, he couldn't decide in that moment if he loved or hated you.

Love, apparently, if the present day were anything to go by.

He liked dressing you in such small, scanty clothing. Really, the scraps of fabric he handed you when you arrived in his apartment could barely be called clothing at all.

Something about the way he stared at you made your bones itch. When his eyes followed you as you walked from the kitchen to the couch, the way his fingers prodded lazily at the thin fabric bunched up at your waist - you felt sick just thinking about it.

But that seemed to make him even more eager.

He always held it over your head - the fact that he provided for you, the fact that he chose to keep you safe and let you live.

Your clothing? He gave you.

The food you ate? He bought and prepared for you. Hell, he even fed you, as if you were a child. Though, you suspected that he did that only because he loved how flustered you'd become.

The bed you slept in? The house you lived in? The books you read and the hobbies you could enjoy peacefully?

Him.

You had it all because he gave it to you.

Because he cared for you.

Loved you.

The sentiment was lost on you.

What you hated more than his not so subtle manipulation though, had to be the way he taunted you when he didn't get his way.

He could be so cruel, commenting on how you'd gotten into this situation, saying that if you didn't start showing your appreciation, he might be forced to hand you over to the authorities.

That always made you cry.

But more than that, it made you pliant, willing.

For a while after he pulled that card, you wouldn't argue or fight back when he took what he wanted. That was his trump card, one that he didn't play very often, mainly because you'd be all teary and anxious for at least a few weeks after that.

But that's why he loved you.

You were just so fun to play with, to tease and work up and break down.

And the best part of it was that, at the end of it all, you'd still treat him so kindly. You'd still crawl into bed and cuddle up to him, still kiss him gently, just how you knew he liked it.

Because despite the fact that majority of your situation was his fault, you were grateful.

You were grateful that he'd taken you in and chosen to protect you.

He took care of you, and you took care of him.

And if you were to ask him why he did it?

Well, because he loved you, of course. And the things he loved deserved the best.

[lheslie]

How to fight Characters Managing a Restaurant.

-> Hobin

Manager

He deals with Karens the best. Would never let anyone harass a fellow employee especially if Bomi was that co-worker.

-> Jiksae

Server

He's always having trouble serving. He carries too much plates. Would also break them as well.

-> Taehoon

Bodyguard.

He drags all Karens out. He couldn't become a Cashier, a Receptionist, Or even able to serve customers because he can't handle angry customers.

Has broken more than one table while a customer was lashing out on them.

Hey thanks to him those customers won't come back.

-> Yeonwoo

Receptionist.

Thanks to him there's a long waiting line. He would handle these the best because he has the highest patience and is very good at socializing with people.

-> Mangi

Pastry Chef

Best pastries coming from him. Kids want to see who made the pastries but when Mangi comes out they cry.

-> Wangguk

Sous chef

Second in command, best at commanding chefs and helping the head chef cook efficiently.

-> Jinho

Who let this man in the kitchen? He isn't allowed in the Kitchen.

He owns the place.

-> Seongjun

Headchef

Most customers came around to see him and his food. This man can produce many servings for a day. He's like a machine making food.

Would basically make the restaurant famous.

-> Moonsung

Cashier. He's very quiet And he's good at taking orders with precision.

He would even smile at the customers. Can speak different languages too.

[stolenwetfloorsign]

"A drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there's telling me,

You'd better not get back up"

Besitos - Peirce the Veil

[plasticbaggo]

just for fun sketches

[his-saiko]

Bitch is still disrespectfully handsome.

[fubukisimp]

[narcissistshandler]

𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟

☆ p𝗮𝗶𝗿. male reader x lee jinho (htf/viral hit)

☆ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. top!amab!reader, bottom!Jinho, dom!reader, reader is called "man" once, slightly dub con, Jinho compares the reader to an animal (not in a sexy way), bondage, gag, Jinho struggles a bit, mean and manipulative reader, Jinho thinks about killing the reader, use of the word "slut", Jinho's asexuality implied. minors dni.

☆ 𝗮/𝗻. I'm damn proud of this one. I hate Jinho but would fuck him if I had the chance.

Unable to leave Korea and with his public image destroyed, Lee Jinho found himself back at the beginning, at the bottom of society. He looked for different methods to continue to profit even with his face plastered in the newspapers, and when none worked he found himself going down the path he most wanted to avoid and so, he ended up in this situation, knees against the soft carpet of the luxurious hotel room you'd brought him to, a smile threatening to fall from his lips and hands shaking with rage in his lap. You said you wanted to "test his goodwill", refusing to hear of business until Jinho got down on one knee before you. He was used to feigning submission in front of people above him, first his yakuza boss, then his political partner, but something about your smug look made anger ripple in his stomach.

You only asked for one thing in exchange for your help: his body. Jinho didn't refuse, despite his disinterest in sex, he wouldn't find settlement easier. Mating was a primal animal instinct, he wasn't surprised that a powerful man like you would ask something like that of him. You were like everyone else he knew, less a person and more an animal.

"Standing." The order came along with a sharp tug on the leash you had attached to the leather collar around his neck. His throat tightened and Jinho jumped to his feet, obeying the pull that brought him between your legs.

Your hands abandoned the leash to work on his pants, then his boxers, leaving him naked, limp cock sagging between his long legs. He wasn't embarrassed, on the contrary, there was an untouchable pride in his erect posture, even naked, vulnerable to your desires.

"You don't seem very excited yet Jinho," you scoffed, heavy scarred hands on his hips.

The next thing Jinho knew, he was being pressed back onto the bed, carefully bound hands and feet, a plastic ball in the mouth and two fingers with little lube stretching his ass, the tight collar made breathing more difficult. It had been smart of you to contain him, he would rip half your neck off with his teeth when you got too close and would easily break your bones if his hands were free when you spread your fingers inside him. Burning crept up his thighs in a futile attempt to ease the pressure of your fingers against his prostate.

He didn't know how looked to your eyes, but you looked satisfied, hard cock rubbing against him and tongue sliding over your bottom lip. His arms were tied behind his back, the rope crossed his chest in two simple patterns that held his arms, three knots crisscrossing over the top, barely avoiding his nipples. His legs were spread apart, thigh and leg bound together towards his chest. You had taken your time, humming as you tied him tight, making sure that even if he wanted to, he couldn't get away from you.

Jinho had to contain every instinct that told him to fight you, to untie himself and suffocate you with the purple rope that tied knots around his body. You were his last option, the only person capable of helping him. He would have plenty of time to dismember you later.

You smiled over him, as if you knew his every thought and didn't fear it. As if in retaliation, you pulled your fingers out of him and pressed the head of your cock against his quivering hole, bareback. Perception made him move automatically, trying to pull away from you, those beautiful eyes even prettier as they stared at you with pure hatred, one of his legs shooting into your stomach, even as the rope bit his skin. You lost the balance for a minute, smile still there, before recovering and grab his legs which he tried to kick towards your cock. You barely managed to hold him, reaching over him to look straight into his eyes, the closeness dragging your hard, wet cock against his ass. Jinho would never admit that the struggle made his cock finally start to swell against his stomach.

"Now Jinho, I'm just playing with you." Jinho swallowed hard, tempted to hit you again just by the content glow on your face, your hands tightening on the rope around his thigh. "I would never fuck a slut like you without a condom, I don't know how many holes that dick of yours has been in and I don't like to take risks."

This made his teeth close around the plastic ball. Jinho wanted to blow your head off for the offense, saying that he had never had sex with any of those animals without a condom. But he resigned himself to closing eyes, breathing deeply through the force with which his cock contracted, forming a wet puddle in his stomach, skin burning wherever you touched.

A second later your cock pressed insistently against the red rim of his hole, this time covered in latex, before breaking through resistance and slipping in. His walls immediately tightened through the instruction, burning as your thick cock slowly crawled inside, the stretch of just two fingers not being enough to stop a stab of pain shooting up his spine. Jinho's tense legs clenched tightly, eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones as he tried to breathe through the gag in his mouth. Cock sunk deep inside him, head pressed insistently against his prostate and nails dug into the skin of his thigh, you didn't give him a minute to adjust, slowly pulling out before pushing back in with a firm thrust that knocked the air out of his lungs. Dots exploded behind his eyes, hips quivering as his cock spilled against his stomach.

His moans were muffled, eyes blinking in surprise at the semen that gushed from his cock. He'd never come before with any of the women he'd slept with, never felt such primal, overwhelming pleasure. Pleasure that had his head spinning and body falling limp against the silk sheets, cock still hard even after coming and the thought of more more more confusing his senses.

"Already? I thought you were hating this," you laughed, continuing to thrust inside him even as his hole tightened around you, making moving more difficult. "How about abandoning all your plans and staying with me, Jinho? I'll take care of you, all you have to do is be pretty and obedient to me. I promise I'll recover your image, deal with the How to Fight kids and you'll never have to worry about the police again."

Hadn't that been the plan, he would fuck you once and then you would use your connections to help him get back to his business, whether it was murder, trafficking or anything else, you would help him regain his power so that he would eventually get out of Korea. But cleaning up his image? Deal with those kids? Give him the power he so craved? Jinho didn't think he could get a better deal and with his foggy head and hypersensitive hole squeezing and sucking your thick cock, he nodded, couldn't imagine a better scenario than that. Not knowing that confirmation was enough for you and he would never again be able to escape your hands.

[uglytintedshades]

Chess ytuber au...

[eatsbop]

Imagine Jenny gets indicted and he's like, "Who cares, Mr. Hobin. I'll be out before your morning class tomorrow" and the day he's being transferred to state prison the prison bus had an "accident" and Jenny was all assured it was orchestrated by his men for his escape so he climbed his "getaway car" like he's on vacation and just when he's about to congratulate his men for a smooth operation he was greeted instead by two 50 year olds and they drove him to the yellow sea and dumped him there.

[summerdazed]

Woke up thinking about this man