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absentcaryatid · 2 years

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18+ Version. Here are the masterlists of some of the K-pop fanfic writers I enjoy on here. Search their name on my tumblr to bring up fic reviews for that author. Last updated Dec 2023.

All Tumblr Using Ages:

Blossom-hwa Masterlist, ATEEZ, Golden Child, Stray Kids, The Boyz

Catboymingi Masterlist, ATEEZ

Echotoyou Masterlist, BTS

Mingtinys Masterlist, ATEEZ, BTS, NCT Dream, SuperM

Mooncakesofpan Masterlist, NCT, Stray Kids

Thexautisticxkpopper Masterlist, Block B, EXO, GOT7, NCT, VIXX

Theaufanartist (Flashing GIF) Masterlist, ATEEZ, BTS, SVT, Stray Kids

Twancingyunhao Masterlist, ATEEZ

Warmau Google spreadsheet Masterlist, ATEEZ, BTS, NCT, Svnt, +

Wooahaes Masterlist, Golden Child, Seventeen, Stray Kids, Treasure

Writersrealmbts Masterlist, BTS, GOT7, Monsta X, NCT, Stray Kids, TXT, VIXX

Masterlists with at least some 18+ Material:

Atiny-piratequeen Masterlist, ATEEZ

Delphinium3000 Masterlist, ATEEZ

Hansols-yoda-boxers Masterlist, ATEEZ, SVT, + more GG and BG

Hesperantha Masterlist, BTS

Honeyhotteoks Masterlist, ATEEZ

Hongism Masterlist and Series, ATEEZ, BTS, NCT, The Boyz, SKZ

Itsallabouthedetails AO3 Masterlist, BTS, EXO,NCT, SHINEE, SuperM

Jinpanman Masterlist, BTS

Ladyartemesia Masterlist, BTS

Luffles424 Masterlist, BTS

Mingigoo Masterlist, ATEEZ

Mingirn Masterlist, ATEEZ, Stray Kids

Mingis-conspiracy-theories Masterlist, ATEEZ

Mingkily Masterlist, also try the archive for hidden gems, ATEEZ

Miscelunaaa Masterlist, BTS

Setsugekka Masterlist, ATEEZ, Stray Kids, NCT, The Boyz

Shadowynn Masterlist, ATEEZ

Sluttywoozi Masterlist, Seventeen, ATEEZ, Stray Kids

Smileysuh Masterlist, ATEEZ, BTS, GOT7, Pentagon, Monsta X, NCT, SVT

Snackhobi Masterlist, BTS

Sometimesiwritethings Masterlist, Stray Kids, ATEEZ

Sorikkung Masterlist, ATEEZ, Stray Kids, The Boyz, TXT

Sorryimananti-romantic Masterlist, ATEEZ

Tenelkadjowrites Masterlist, ATEEZ, Stray Kids, Taemin, Twice

Theharrowing Masterlists, BTS

Treasure-hwa Masterlist, ATEEZ, Monsta X, SVT

Vikingkinghongjoong Easy to browse archive of just writing, ATEEZ

Yungidreamer Masterlist, ATEEZ, Stray Kids

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witchakyeon · 7 months

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❧ 30 | Chabin Oneshot

“I think I’m a little old for birthday parties now, Yeonie.” Hongbin carded his fingers through Hakyeon’s dark, fluffy hair and watched him get comfortable between his spread thighs.

“Baby,” Hakyeon tutted, his breath hitting Hongbin’s cock and making it twitch against his abdomen. “We talked about this. Turning thirty is a big deal, and not in a bad way.”

“Just means I’m old.”

Hakyeon lifted his eyes, soft and wanting, to Hongbin’s flushed face.

“If you mean that in the sense that you get hotter every year, and it makes me want to fuck you until you cry, scream, you’re so overstimulated you can’t come anymore, or all of the above, then, sure. You’re old, gorgeous, and I love you.”

💙 Read the rest here 💙 My AO3 💙 My Carrd

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kpopnlockit · 1 year

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Royal Counsel (Part 17)

Happy 2023!

Part 16: https://kpopnlockit.tumblr.com/post/691167643968929792/royal-counsel-part-16

Part 18: Coming soon!

The ceremony would be quick and presided over by a priest. As far as you knew, Vixx was not a very religious country but even they viewed marriage as a union before God. That sentiment apparently extended to engagements as well. The ladies-in-waiting had delivered you straight to the path that divided the rows upon rows of filled seats. At the end of the aisle was a gilded platform that had been specially made for the occasion. It was raised a half-meter above the ground so that the entire audience could see. An arch would frame you as you stood up there, the arch having been draped with purple chiffon and outfitted with white roses to create a picturesque scene. Two artists had been hired to capture the moment on large canvases. Even the weather was cooperating. It was fairly cloudy but there was no threat of rain, and a gentle breeze cooled the rising heat of the day.

You had focused on the stage when you arrived, but it did not take long to hear the tinkle of the guests’ finery as they turned to look at you. The buzz of conversation died hurriedly as they realized that the event was starting. You did not allow yourself time to study them because you knew all you would find was judgment. There would be talk of your dress, of your hair, of your face, of anything and everything that could be critiqued. The gossip would come no matter what you did so there was no point in wasting your energy on witnessing it in real-time.

The sound of violins interrupted your thoughts. You could not see where the music was coming from, but the sound of harps and flutes could be heard adding to the ethereal ambience that was being carefully crafted. To add to the image, the servants of the manor were outfitted uniformly in lavender livery. They stood in neat lines on both ends of each row of seats, making sure that their polished shoes did not touch the royal purple aisle runner that was meant for you and your promised to walk down. The manor had to have hired outside help for the occasion, as there were far more butlers available to attend to the nobles than you had ever seen in the castle. The ladies-in-waiting curtseyed and followed a path around the guests that had been marked with a generous scattering of white rose petals to their designated chairs off to the side of the stage.

King Ravi had been somewhere nearby. As soon as you were deposited, he appeared at your elbow with N, Leo, Hyuk, and another man you did not recognize tailing him. The mystery man was tall, just like the other men and had a very distinguishing nose. All of them were outfitted in Vixx colors of aubergine and gold. However, each suit was different, with Leo’s being of a military bearing and N’s being plainer and befitting of a scholar. It was clear that the choice was deliberate to show pride in Vixx and simultaneously display their positions within the royal court. The man you did not recognize clapped King Ravi on the shoulder before leading the men down another footpath that mirrored the lady’s maids to their chairs on the opposite side of the stage.

You took a long look at your fiancè. He wore a traditional Vixx robe with a plum torso and white sleeves to match his white trousers. A beautiful mulberry and gold embroidered sash across the waist denoted his royal status and a patch over his left shoulder highlighted his military honors. The most surprising piece of his ensemble was a red tie that kept his robe closed. It matched the crimson in your gown. You had expected him to only be in Vixx colors. You would have to overanalyze the meaning of that later. In total, it was a simple but elegant outfit that did not require jewels or additional adornments to display King Ravi’s pride in Vixx and its short history.

King Ravi did not have anything in his body language that showed nervousness. He wore a facade of happy serenity. He turned to you and offered his arm. He smiled as he said, “You are exceptionally beautiful today.”

You did not know if you wanted to roll your eyes or blush. “You are more handsome than usual today as well,” you replied. And it was true.

He always looked regal in his national hue but combined with neatly styled hair and lightly rouged lips, he seemed to glow in the glimpses of sunlight that peeked through the clouds. You took his elbow and straightened. You needed to exude some of his easy confidence, let alone feel it.

Spectators gawked as you took your time walking toward the dais. Like King Ravi, you gazed ahead and refused to let your line of vision wander. It was not only for your peace of mind, but also to remind those who questioned your legitimacy of their own positions. Most would not be able to be in the same room as you once you were queen. Their presence at the engagement was to add to the scale and perceived grandeur of the event. Many of the attendees would usually only be invited to local balls and functions hosted by the nobles of their respective kingdoms. To be invited to a foreign King’s celebration was a show of power and excess. Vixx would be seen as a country that could afford to house and cater to irrelevant earls and counts. Vixx would also be considered humble and hospitable for doing the same.

As you had noted before, the ceremony was quick, taking just over ten minutes. During the proceedings, King Ravi did not once look away from you. Though you could pretend to be as stately as a monarch, having a staring contest with one of the most powerful men in the world while promising matrimony in the near future proved to be difficult. You very much wanted to squirm under his gaze or break eye contact just for a moment of reprieve. That could not be done without repercussion so you both maintained vaguely agreeable smirks. Internally, you wanted to awkwardly giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation. The only reason you did not was because of the seriousness of the situation. And just like that, the whole fiasco was over and King Ravi took your hand and led you back to the castle.

You did not actually go back inside but he instead took you to one of the open tents set up to the right of the rows of chairs. Some of the tents had been set up with food and drink and others had been outfitted with lounging furniture over thick carpeting. The most ornate tent housed two identical white thrones. In that tent, King Ravi ushered you to take a seat before sitting himself.

Once the guests were given leave to roam, they did so. A line of attendees formed, all of them wishing to give you greetings and congratulations. You plastered on a genteel smile and murmured your thanks and shook hands and received curtsies and bows. The line never seemed to end but you continued to nod affably alongside King Ravi. You could not recall a single face you had seen. You were sure that you had greeted at least a few people you had personally known, but through the flood of brightly colored clothes and painted skin, you could not recognize them. The receiving line took an estimated two hours. During which, you charaded as a polite and sweet future royal. Undoubtedly, everyone knew that you were no such thing, but no one dared to slight you.

There were about thirty minutes of reprieve between the end of the cocktail hour and the beginning of the reception. You were able to get through half a glass of lemonade before you were prompted to go to your chambers and change into your second dress. You were glad to go. The volume of social interaction had been overwhelming. Minah and a small entourage of ladies-in-waiting escorted you. The house was startlingly quiet after having been in the ruckus outside. With only the sound of footsteps echoing in your ear, you realized that you had not spoken to King Ravi at all after the ceremony. You likely would not be able to exchange words for the rest of the night. You were not sure if you were disappointed or not.

The second gown was less revealing than the first but was far more striking. It had a proper ball gown silhouette with a touch of scandal in the sleeves, or lack thereof. The bodice was completely strapless. Over the top was a sheer shirt with long sleeves to add the illusion of modesty. Buttons in a straight row went all the way up to the throat of the mesh shirt. A ribbon tied into a small bow separated the waterfall of fabric flowing to the floor from everything above the waist. The thing that set the dress apart from all others was that it was dyed a deep blood red. To contrast with the dark tint, the gauze over your arms and chest was stark white. Your hair was pulled back into an immaculate chignon. This time, large diamonds studded your ears and encircled your wrists. It was so bold that you would command attention by virtue of walking by.

All eyes were on you when you walked into the ballroom. Your entrance was announced which did not help. You kept your chin high and your shoulders rolled back as you made your way through the crowd. No one attempted to approach you. King Ravi was easy to locate as he was a spot of red in a sea of amethyst. Just like in Exo, his clothing was designed to complement yours. He wore a white shirt tucked into white pants and an open cherry-dyed sheer robe over it all. The robe was once again fashioned in the traditional style of Vixx, embroidered with red roses. The collar and sleeves were lined with the same ribbon at your midsection. It was a smart move to transition from Vixx purple to matching completely with you. It sent the message that before the ceremony he was King of Vixx. Now he was a claimed man with a partner that was his equal. The spot of cardinal on his ceremonial robe now made more sense, as it showed that he was including a fleck of you in his attire. A sign of thoughtfulness, of what could be construed as love. You appreciated the powerplay in the small and subliminal undertones to everything. It would help paint the picture you both wanted. Two very different people now united to create a nation more powerful than the world had seen in centuries.

King Ravi motioned to meet him in the middle of the room. Your skin crawled with the attention being directed at you by everyone else. You did not open your mouth to greet him first, which in any other situation would be incredibly rude. However, you had a plan. You had not discussed it with him previously so you did not know if he would play along, but you were banking on it. You paused and made sure to look him in the eye. He quirked an eyebrow before his mouth settled into a small grin as he approached. He understood what you were doing. He did not falter in his prowl towards you. He only stopped when he was within an arm’s distance. He took your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

Though you had wanted him to greet you first, you had not expected the chivalrous gesture. You could not hide the way your lips parted in surprise. You rapidly overcompensated with a wide smile and commented, “You look quite handsome in red.”

“Not as stunning as you though,” he replied in a tone equal part sultry and teasing.

You beamed though you really wanted to return with a smart quip but that would not be ladylike. He took your hand in his and turned towards the spectators.

He addressed the guests in a voice so loud, it must have come from the depths of his gut, “Friends, thank you for being here today to celebrate this joyous occasion.”

You stood still, the portrait of a happy girl betrothed to Prince Charming.

King Ravi glanced at you, before continuing on, “Please celebrate with us. Enjoy the food, drink, and dancing.”

At that, the miniature orchestra in the corner began to play. A cheery song was chosen, concealing the lack of applause after King Ravi’s speech. There were plenty of people not pleased by your arrangement. There were also many who had not developed an opinion yet. When they approached you one on one, they were on their best behavior. However, there was power in groups. They had conspired not to clap and King Ravi had predicted as much. By not allowing ample time for people to even try to applaud, he had enacted his own countermeasure. Very few would pick up on the silence.

You would have to tread lightly. You were in a den of snakes. You smiled wickedly. It was good to feel at home.

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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Obsession is what drives Leo. He will not be thwarted

Yandere, Horror

Word count 646

Jung Taek-woon, known simply as Leo, sits and broods.

☆Everything is done and you got your wish

While I'm being swept away against my wish

Your predetermined words and feelings too

I’m used to it so never mind

You came in as you liked and filled my heart

Now you turn away from me to say bye bye

There's nothing left but the void you left behind and I, ooh☆

"Bitch!" His anger bubbling to a boil.

Recalling the flowers he sent and were returned along with his gifts.

"Bitch!".

Remembering the cold hard stare when she said goodbye, the words spoken cut deep and wound.

"Bitch!".

"I need you right here!"

The tarot cards say you are mine!

♡Shoot me down, kill mе now

It's a fight I’ll never win♡

Sitting at the piano, memories invade tormenting and haunting him, standing he hits the keys of the piano.

Pacing in silence, thoughts running rampant.

"Soon my love, soon, we will be together once more, this time you will not leave!".

♧

He watches her, following her.

Through the lens of his binoculars he yearns from afar.

She constantly infects his thoughts.

Sleep no reprieve as he dreams of the object of his obsession

Everything and everywhere is a constant reminder of his loss.

"Soon" he mutters, watching her sleeping.

□

From his parked vehicle, he sees her, eating dinner with her bitch Mother and sister.

'Fucking bitch, dining out with others, in their restaurant!'

"I'll wipe that smile off their faces"

"Soon".

◇

Hidden by trees and shrubs he does his surveillance .

Her smile and laughter only serves his resolve to carry out his plan.

He watches as the sun moves and the rays illuminating her glorious mane.

Knowing soon he will be running his fingers through her hair once again.

As the sun moves, his target does as well, placing her blanket under the shade the tree offers.

As she eats her lunch, chicken and a vegetable plate and fruit, he watches. As she sips on her iced tea, her lips caressing the aluminum can, "soon" he whispers "our lips will blend as one".

As she throws food for a curious squirrel, he recalls how she fed him.

Exotic food foreplay.

"Fucking squirrel. She's mine!"

As she lays on the blanket chatting with her Mother and sister, he remembers times they shared an afternoon bodies entwined. A moan involuntarily escapes his lips.

Knowing his love she will need a bathroom break soon.

That's when he will strike!

"Soon!".

◇

He waited patiently, devised his plan, nothing or no one will stand in his way. It's been a long arduous journey, mishaps and errors, the experiments finally came to fruition.

Today all his dedication and devotion will pay dividends.

"Right on cue" he smiles. As he sees her gathering rubbish and heading towards the bins, he knows her next destination.

He silently waits.

As she enters the park bathroom she is ambushed and dragged into a stall, a ketamine syringe quickly injected into her arm.

She quickly loses consciousness.

Leo kisses his love, gently swoops her into his arms and discreetly carries her to his vehicle, where he places her in the backseat.

"Now for stage two" he mutters.

The replacement is activated.

Walking towards the mother and sister.

Leo watches this all very important stage of his plan.

As the replacement takes his love spot, all seems well.

She is accepted.

The sister comments on the replacement's eyes.

"The sun" is the answer the sister receives.

The sister accepts this, but an uneasy feeling prevails.

Smiling, he hops into his vehicle and drives away with his love.

Leo drives the object of his desire to her new and forever home.

As he settles his unconscious love into her new home he kisses her forehead.

"This time my love. You will not say goodbye".

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cherrysarchives · 1 year

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🔞 - sᴘɪᴄʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Ships ꘎

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biasedwriting · 2 years

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feed me pomegranates and keep me forever [VIXX, Leo]

Hades!Taekwoon Au

Characters : VIXX's Leo / OC - mentions of Zeus!Jaehwan, Dionysius!Wonshik and Hermes!Sanghyuk

Rating : PG (they do be making out)

Plot summary - Taekwoon holds a regency themed party to welcome his wife back from the mortal realm. But do they make it to the party?

Shorter Plot summary - Hades and Persephone are simps for each other.

In a dimly lit room somewhere in the cold underworld, Taekwoon fiddled with the cuff of his costume nervously as his attendant fixed his stiff brown coat.

"Will this suffice, your majesty?"

Taekwoon absentmindedly nodded, eyeing the empty vase that sat by the mirror. It had laid vacant for months, waiting to be filled with flowers. The flowers in his palace had wilted and been cast away, much like the souls of those who resided in his realm.

He laughed away the deep yearning he felt, making the attendant start before he turned towards the wisp of a man.

"Guide her to my chambers the moment she returns. You're dismissed."

The attendant bowed to his master and glided out of the room.

Running his pale fingers over the rim of the porcelain, he inhaled deeply. Jung Taekwoon may be the ruler of the underworld, but there was only one person who had complete power over him.

Giving the ruffles on his sleeve one last tug, Taekwoon glancing at the mirror again. The brown coat, cravat, and ruffles reminded him of some of the souls that came into his world in the 1800s. His clothing decisions were made after consulting his meticulous notes while passing judgements and careful chronicling of the entrants of his realm. While these journals helped maintain order in Hades, they also helped him pick the appropriate costumes for his themed events celebrating the return of his queen.

While the king of the underworld took pride in his extensive note taking abilities, his queen would laugh at them and call it his chicken scrawl. Every time she glanced over his documents, it almost seemed like she was making it a point to distract him endlessly with her sunkissed fingers gliding over the papers dotted and scratched with ink. Every movement of hers smelled of spring, ever changing, floral, fruity, ripe enough to take a juicy bite. The anticipation of her arrival make Taekwoon feel like a pining young fool and not Kronos and Rhea's eldest

Taekwoon wondered if he should have fed her more pomegranate seeds all those centuries ago.

The door behind him creaked open and warmth flooded into the room. Taekwoon had to bite back a groan. Even after centuries of the same cycle of events, he could still feel the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Eight months always felt far too long. It was this longing that gnawed at him as he scribbled his notes, passed his judgements, and rolled his eyes at his promiscuous brothers. The loneliness he had felt for the past eight months flew away as Minah’s silken skin came in contact with his. The goddess of spring wrapped her arms around her husband, burying her face into his broad back.

Human’s often described love as fireworks or thunderbolts, but Taekwoon believed that thunderbolts were more of Jaehwan’s domain. Love with Minah was smooth ambrosia, spring rains, and the calm of elysium.

“Hello darling,” she mumbled into his back, inhaling deeply and Taekwoon closed his eyes, delighting in the sound of her voice. “Cerby knocked me over at the gates, demanding that I give him some love, would you forgive me for being late?” Minah added lacing her fingers with her husband’s.

Taekwoon turned in her arms and looked down at her from his imposing height. His wife, dressed in an evening gown of flowers embroidered on light orange organza with a dipping neckline and a high empire waist, gazed at him with adoration. The king of the underworld was convinced that spring had arrived in the depths of the earth.

“You look so handsome,” she said with a smile, standing on the tips of her toes to kiss his chin. Taekwoon fought the urge to smile in absolute delight but Minah didn’t miss the slight upward curve of his lip as his arms pulled her closer. Pressing another kiss to his chin, she continued “And I love this year's theme! How did you think of a regency era theme?”

Sanghyuk had mentioned in passing that Minah was going through her “reading human books to pass the time,” phase. He had specifically dropped the name “Jane Austen” resulting in Taekwoon searching for the author’s soul to do his research for this very moment. Not that he’d ever let Minah know.

"Just came to mind," he replied, giving her a squeeze "I'm glad it did," he added, looking her up and down, pretending he didn't see the flush creeping up her neck. Tucking a curling strand of hair behind her ear, he pressed his lips against her forehead. Was it possible to hold her closer? Gripping her by the waist, he sank down onto the plush velvet maroon couch she had brought for him from the human realm a decade ago. She squealed in delight as he settled her on his lap, burying her head into his neck, filling his senses with that oh-so-familiar scent that drove him up the walls.

“Taekwoon, we’re going to be late!” she complained, trying to ignore his fingers drawing loving patterns on her arms. The organza gown slightly crushed with her position on his lap, but she supposed it could be forgiven. They’d be forgiven if they were a little delayed. Just a few more seconds of being with this young and loving Taekwoon before he wore his older, much more serious mask at the banquet. Fiddling with his cravat, she breathed him in. Old books and ink pots, a slightly metallic earthy smell that encompassed her with warmth and a heat that reached her very core.

I could ruin his cravat and no one would say a thing she thought playfully as her fingers worked on the fabric around his neck. His own hands slid up and down her sides as he pressed a trail of kisses from her ear to her chin.

A raucous roar and the booming of drums resounded in the palace causing the Queen of the Underworld to frown. The King of the Gods did not require any permission to start any events in his own brother’s realm. As much as she would have liked her return to the underworld to be a celebration between herself and her husband, the other gods insisted on blowing all of these out of proportion. Wonshik, the god of wine making more often than not benefited from such events, not that the gods really needed excuses for ritual inebriation and ecstasy.

Minah’s idea of ecstasy involved being in her husband's arms. In his chambers. For the next four months. Thank you very much.

“It appears that Wonshik has gotten Jaehwan sufficiently inebriated.” Taekwoon broke the silence. Minah nodded; her husband was right. If the King of the Skies was drunk, most of the participants would also be intoxicated.

“Which means that we can make our way to the banquet halls at leisure. No one would even know we are missing,” there was a dangerous twinkle in his eyes that made Minah swoon while his hands which had been on her waist now slid dangerously lower.

“I missed you,” she mumbled into his neck, pressing her lips against his shoulder as warmth bloomed in his heart. Taekwoon shifted gently to grasp at the flesh of her derriere. He found it adorable as to how she jolted in surprise curled up against him like a cat as her fingers curled up into his hair, drawing him closer till their noses touched. Taekwoon didn’t remember the last time he had felt so warm. Their breaths mingled and their gazes locked.

Taekwoon exhaled her name, hand sliding under the crumpled fabric of her gown, grazing her calf and the sensitive skin behind her knee. Every touch seemed to unravel a new heady scent of spring from her. Closing his eyes, he followed the trail of her scent, the tip of his sharp nose tickled her skin.

Was it peaches?

“Taekwoon!” she exclaimed when he nipped at the skin behind her ear feeling him smirk against her. She gasped as her husband nipped his way down her neck, grateful that the low cut of her gown allowed him access to her warm brown skin. He grunted when her fingers tightened in his hair, mentally vowing that he was going to cancel all banquets in the future and simply spend the meagre four months with his wife in his chambers. All these centuries in the cold underworld could not put a cool on his passions for his wife.

Minah could feel her husband leaving a trail of fire on her neck, pressing bruising kisses lower and lower on her skin as his hands wandered and caressed every inch of flesh under her gown. A particularly rough bite at the junction of her neck and shoulder had her shuddering in his arms. Pulling her king upright, she gasped against his lips, feverishly pressing them against each other. She felt him smile against her lips before trailing his teeth over her lower lip, until his tongue tangled with hers sending a shiver down her spine as she whimpered into his mouth. Her hands dropped from his hair to grab at the brown coat he wore.

How she had yearned for him over eight months. Minah tugged at the coat, trying to feel his warmth through the thin fabric of the shirt underneath. Taekwoon’s hands went slack when she delicately sucked on his lower lip.

“Let’s stay in the chambers Minah,” he groaned, arms going under her rear to haul her closer to him, dragging his lips over hers as their hips glided over each other. She tasted like plum wine with the potency of ambrosia and Taekwoon was a man whose thirst seemed to have no end. Swallowing her cries, he drank her in.

A second, louder boom echoed through a palace startling his wife as she unceremoniously fell on her bottom. Taekwoon stared at her dishevelled form, springing to his feet to help her up. Minah giggled as he swept her into his arms worriedly.

“Where is the ruler of Hades?” Jaehwan’s voice boomed authoritatively, making the goddess of fertility click her tongue as she gripped her husband’s hand. For being the youngest son of Kronos, Jaehwan could be an absolute pain. Taekwoon pressed his lips to Minah's knuckles, eyeing her crumpled gown and swollen lips.

“I suppose we need to go,” she grumbled, trying to fix her appearance to the best of her ability. To Taekwoon, his wife was glowing. Interlacing their fingers he sighed.

“I suppose we do need to go and play host.” He said, tugging her reluctant form towards the door before leaning closer to her ear and giving it a nip that made her squeal “but darling, we’ll be back.”

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ovampirico · 2 months

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— HAPPY BIRTHDAY '

&. 25/02/2024 ❛★. insp. @hyeincovers

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uchinata · 8 days

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— We're just Best Friends

e veio ai minha primeira capa de manipulação....... não sei oq sentir sobre ela

pedido entregue em @wonderfularchive

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aitcport · 1 month

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Barbie Dreams - teste(doação)

Insp. @chanyouchan

#kpop #capa spirit #capa de fic #capa social spirit #capa doação #capa de fanfic #exo #vixx #vixx leo #xiumin

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kangnina · 1 month

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[3:30PM]

His orders: Go home and get some rest. You stumble through your bedroom door. Pulling off everything except your panties. It’s a cool spring day outside but the bedroom feels so hot. The air is stifling. The pitiful little fan propped up on a barstool in the corner isn’t doing you any favors. Your fatigue is something fierce as you wipe away the sweat from your forehead. You vaguely recall closing your eyes as you lay sprawled across your bed... wandering into the dark, you can’t see anything but what looks like the moon straight ahead of you. Yet there are no stars. You keep walking and soon you can hear the waves crashing. You run towards the sound, a warm soft breeze greets you before you feel the cool water finally touch your toes. The moon seems to get closer as you continue to slowly wade into the water. The waves like fingers, slowly sliding up your bare legs, wrapping around your thighs before slapping against your bare mound. You hadn’t realized you were completely naked until the gentle lapping of the waves suddenly became harsher against your clit. An undertow pulls at your ankles, guiding them apart. You feel an intense vibration that rides up your sex and into the pit of your stomach as you sink deeper into the water. You watch the bubbles from your mouth drift up to the surface as the knot tightens. The light of the moon dimming as you are pulled deeper into the abyss. Just as you try to scream, you feel the pressure suddenly disappear as if you’ve been released. Your eyes fly open. You gasp for air. He’s looking up at you from between your legs, his glazed mouth still latched on to your messy cunt. “Drowning again?” he teases. You nod as you try to steady your breathing.

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eroctickboys · 3 months

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[🔞Requested: RAVI]

DancingCoach!Ravi

Ravi has always been the best dancer idol for you. That's why you are surprised when the manager said to you that Ravi will be your dancing coach. When he entered the room the first thing you noticed is how his vibe is very different to when he is on stage performing. It's easy to get along with him since he is very nice. You told him that you are a fan but he is not believing you. He thought that you are young to be his fan, well it's been years since he last performed or released a song. As proof, you showed him your wallpaper, he looked so shocked when he saw what picture of him you have as your wallpaper.

" So...out of all my pictures why do you have that as your wallpaper? hmm?" Ravi asked with his brow raised. You suddenly get embarrassed with his question and don't know how to save yourself from that situation, good thing the manager came and talked to Ravi for the last time before leaving the practice room.

You are left alone with Ravi in the practice room. You are scared that he might bring up your wallpaper again but he did not. He just wants you to get ready because the practice is about to start. You and Ravi spent the last three hours practicing. He is so good at teaching and he is also so hot. You can't help but get distracted by his body when he is demonstrating some steps. He notices that you keep staring at his body. Ravi smirked planning to tease you. 'Let's see how long you're going to control yourself now?' he said to himself before taking off his shirt.

You froze and can't help yourself but look at his body, the dripping sweat from his body made him even more hot. His big chest and dark and erected nipples, his big biceps, his musky and hairy pits, and all the sweat dripping down to his pants. You are trying to brush off any dirty thoughts from your head a while ago but now, you can't help but get horny by the sight of Ravi. You feel so warm inside, you start to wet yourself too. It feels like you will cum at any moment if he touches you.

" Why are you staring at me like that? Do you like what you see? " his deep voice made you feel tingly. An opportunity like this never comes twice, you get down on your knees and plead him.

" Will you fuck me right now, Sir Ravi? I'm so wet right now. Please use me, make me your slut? " you said with all lust in your eyes as you showed him how wet your undies were. He locked the practice room door.

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absentcaryatid · 1 year

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Looking for something else to read?

All ages version. Here are the masterlists of some of the K-pop fanfic writers I enjoy on here. Search their name on my tumblr to bring up fic reviews for that author.

Blossom-hwa Masterlist, ATEEZ, Golden Child, Stray Kids, The Boyz

Catboymingi Masterlist, ATEEZ

Echotoyou Masterlist, BTS

Mingtinys Masterlist, ATEEZ, BTS, NCT Dream, SuperM

Mooncakesofpan Masterlist, NCT, Stray Kids

Thexautisticxkpopper Masterlist, Block B, EXO, GOT7, NCT, VIXX

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witchakyeon · 1 year

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❧ Honey | Xiuleo Oneshot

“Do you consider yourself attractive?”

Taekwoon rolled his eyes dramatically and set his wine glass on the coffee table. “Of course I do. Are we looking at the same thing?”

Minseok lifted his eyes from his cell phone and snickered, which made Taekwoon snicker, and before they knew it, they were laughing so hard their stomachs were sore.

“You’re a narcissist!”

“I am not! Don’t blame me for taking pride in my appearance!”

“That’s exactly what a narcissist would say!”

“Fine,” Taekwoon chuckled as he ran a hand through his messy curls. “I’ll let you answer this one for me, then. Do you think I’m attractive?”

Read the rest here 🧡 2022 Prompt Collection My AO3

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kpopnlockit · 2 years

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Royal Counsel (Part 16)

Part 15: https://kpopnlockit.tumblr.com/post/687984614623592448/royal-counsel-chapter-15

Part 17: https://kpopnlockit.tumblr.com/post/705375614759256064/royal-counsel-part-17

The day of reckoning came sooner than expected. The palace was buzzing with activity. Even Minah could not contain herself. She and one of the Princess’ lady’s maids had come to your room shortly after the sun had risen bearing hot water for washing. You were promptly plucked from your bed and dropped into a beauty routine that could have only ascended from the depths of hell. You asked for breakfast at some point and were allowed a cup of tea and a single biscuit. Anything more and there would be fear of your corset not being able to be tightened to the risk of breaking a rib. As such, your stomach grumbled loudly as your hair was lathered with something oily and floral smelling.

It was a trying time, but you made it out alive. You did not immediately don the gown. Firstly, you did not want to damage the dress in the hours still left until the ceremony. Secondly, no one was to see the frock until right before you were presented to King Ravi. With so many people everywhere, the chance of someone accidentally catching a glimpse was too high. Instead, you wore a simple day gown. It was Vixx purple and fashioned in the popular style of a fitted bodice with loose sleeves and skirts. The plan was to allow the corset to squeeze your internal organs until they were pushed up into your ribcage and periodically tighten it further throughout the day, leaving you with a waist a fraction of the normal size.

There was no day that you cursed women’s fashion more. Where were the eras where a well-fed lady was prized? It did not matter too much though. Once you caught sight of the numerous guests milling about in their finery, you lost your appetite. People were everywhere and the usual quiet of the mansion could not be found at all, not even in your chambers. Voices could be heard in the hallways and through the glass of the windows.

Entertainment had also been set up for the guests. Horses had been borrowed from local merchants and lesser nobles for carriage and saddle rides. A field about two kilometers away had been fitted with archery targets and the throne room had been converted into a theater with puppet shows and a theater troupe performing short plays. The music and art room had been stocked with an abundance of supplies. Food and drink could be found all over on small tables around almost every corner. A luncheon would be held in the garden just after midday for anyone that wanted a larger meal and to socialize. You would not be in attendance and nor would King Ravi. It would show that you were occupied with more pressing matters. As to what those were, the guests could imagine and theorize to their heart's content. The Princess would be there to extend noble politeness and pomp.

You did not mind missing out. You knew that you would not get a reprieve from people later on in the day. You would have to enjoy your solitude while it lasted. No doubt everyone and anyone would be seeking to introduce themselves and get in the good graces of Vixx’s future queen. You could already hear the false flattery ringing in your ears. You would have to smile and nod and bite your tongue. There was also the high likelihood that there would be plenty of women coveting your position and thinking that they still had a chance at stealing it from you. Little did they know that they had no chance at all. At least, that would be the case if King Ravi had anything to do with it.

In the meantime, you tried to make up for the lost time and crawled back into bed. The maids had gone to prepare something or another, so you had some time to truly be alone with your thoughts. You quickly discovered that laying down made it harder to breathe. How women wore waist cinchers daily was beyond your understanding. You did your best to get some rest. You closed your eyes and tried not to think about what was to come.

You had resolved yourself to becoming Vixx’s Queen but it was one thing to say it and another to feel yourself getting closer to that goal step by step. You still had a lot to learn about the country and you could not say that you had the people’s best interest at heart. However, you could. You could learn and grow to love the citizens. You could earn your place at the top. You could deserve it. You could make the most of this life you had been given. You could make decisions and enact real change. You would not have to claw your way into being heard. You would not have to worry about being condescended to because you were a woman.

King Leeteuk’s lifeless eyes flashed through your mind. It had not been an opportunity of chance. If your homeland was going to be wiped off the map, you supposed there were worse fates to have succumbed to. The coast you had grown up on was left untouched. Most of Suju was. Only the capitol had been razed. You were grateful for that. Your parents were probably okay but you had not checked. They could be used as leverage. You did not want to put them at risk and you absolutely did not want anyone to use them as a way to threaten you.

However, you could have really used your mother at a time like this. You could imagine her with a hibiscus tucker behind her ear, the picture of soft feminine grace. You had never been like her though. Your father tried his best to make you into her likeness, but he could never get it quite right. She did not push you like your father did. When you came home with bruised knees and hid candles so you could read the thick ancient tomes that the bookseller at the market could not get rid of so you just gave them to you for free, she pretended not to notice. When your father pressured you to wear skirts and learn to cook, she looked the other way and let you sleep late when you had stayed up reading. She would sew up hand-me-down dresses into shorts so you could rough and tumble as much as you desired.

You imagined your parents never expected you to actually get married. You, yourself, had never thought it possible. Your intent was to work until a ripe old age and then live the last of your days back on the coast you were raised on. The sea breeze and slow lifestyle would send you to the afterlife peacefully. Now, that had become a distant dream. You would not have your father walk you down the aisle. There would be no mother of the bride to fuss over inconsequential details. You were starkly aware of just how alone you were.

Your father had wanted you to make a good housewife. Not even matrimony could work miracles such as that. This union would not be easy as long as you made fresh meals and maintained a clean home. No, this marriage would be forged in and maintained by blood. There would be international conflicts to incite and then resolve. There would be many sleepless nights and difficult mornings. There would likely be attempts on your life. Nothing would be easy. However, that was something you had grown accustomed to. You would simply need to adapt to it as you always did. You would thrive in the face of adversity and smile while doing it. You exhaled loudly. Your life would never be easy.

You must have dozed off at some point because the next thing you knew, Minah was waking you. Several ladies were hovering near the bed, awaiting you. They appeared like an army in their lavender livery. It was time for the true grooming to begin. Your hair was combed over and over again until it fell in a smooth glossy sheet down your back. From there, it was twisted and knotted into a thick pile on the top of your head. Pins bejeweled with rubies and scarlet ribbons were weaved into the tangle and you wondered how many people it would take to remove them all. Pastes and powders were mixed and dabbed and brushed across your face artfully. You could tell that the women working on you were skilled as they only required a single stroke to lay down the cosmetics to their satisfaction. You assumed that a child’s doll felt something like you did just then.

After about two hours, your army of maidens allowed you to stand and observe their work in the mirror. Your legs and back were stiff from sitting as still as possible, so you appeared like a drunkard meandering towards the corner of the room. When you finally got there, you did not recognize yourself in the looking glass. The girl staring back at you was pretty, a word never used to describe you. Your eyelashes and eyebrows were darkened and your lips and cheeks were reddened. Garnets as large as robin eggs hung from your throat and ears. You looked like a woman, something you were very unfamiliar with.

“It is time for the dress,” Minah announced.

You looked back at her and saw that she was pushing a dress form across the rug. On it was the completed gown. Though you had tried on the mock dress and the actual garment when it was only half done, the sight of it had you awestruck. It was a simple design with a bolt of white fabric flowing each shoulder and the crimson waist sash securing the whole thing. The shoulder panels were connected to your gold necklace, gravity doing the work of holding them to your body. It looked like a costume from ancient times and was quite the statement. The colors said enough on their own, but the style told the world that despite Vixx being a young country, they were to be seen as one of the greats.

Regardless of the message though, you had to admit it suited you. It only took Minah to help you get it on. It was very comfortable and lighter than you imagined an engagement gown to be. The neckline and back were daring, which you minded a bit but it was too late to do anything about it now. You would have to put on your bravest face and pretend to have the confidence befitting a queen-consort. You sighed quietly to yourself as you slid on your silk slippers. The soles of the shoes were thin pieces of leather and you suspected that was intentional to deter you from trying to run.

“You are beautiful,” Minah breathed, taking in the whole image of her handiwork.

You could not help the flush that darkened your cheeks even further. You supposed that you would have to grow accustomed to compliments about your appearance. “Thank you,” you replied.

Minah beamed, happy that you accepted the appreciation instead of fighting her on it as usual. “Are you ready?” she asked.

You were not. You were not sure you would ever be. Yet, you heard yourself say, “Yes.”

Ready or not, here you came.

#vixx #vixx ravi #ravi fanfic #ravi scenario #vixx scenarios #vixx fanfic #kim wonshik #wonshik #vixx wonshik

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kpopjust4u · 1 year

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Kinkmas - Day 11: Master/Sir W/ N

Post Date: 11th December 2022 Content: Smut - Vixx N x Reader WC: 1.1K TW?: Master/Sir kink/ Dom!Hakyeon/ SugarDaddy!Hakyeon/ Fingering

Summary: After a hard working month at work, your boss suprises you with something a little extra special, a bit more than a Christmas bonus.

Masterlist Kinkmas Masterlist Prompt list

It’s that time of the year and you’re all excited to receive your Christmas bonuses, Hakeyon always has told everyone that they’ve done extremely well throughout the year and always raised their bonuses each year and was completely unbiased - until this year.

Making the rounds to each individual office, he drops off their bonuses, sending them home straight after, leaving you until last on purpose. In the last year, he’s come to really develop something for you, always struggling to hold back the lustful urges when he’s around you and hoping to try his luck.

Everyone’s faces light up when they’re told that they can finish early to enjoy their holidays, rushing to grab their things and run past him, thanking their boss for being so gracious towards them. He really did make the office work life so much easier for them, one of the bosses in the area, and everything works so smoothly in the office because of him.

Another few stops for him to make and the sounds of people cheering outside of your office distracts you, getting up from your chair to see what was going on. The second you open the door, you’re hit with confusion. Furrowed brows make a staple on your face as the others cheer and bellow ‘Merry Christmas’ as they exit the building completely.

There was 100% a chance of them meeting to go for a few drinks to celebrate the early holiday and you’re slightly hurt by the fact that you had no idea what was going on, thinking that they’ve completely left you out.

Just as you were about to walk back into your office, you turn back around at the calling of your name, greeted by Hakyeon standing there, hands resting on his back as he smiles at you softly.

“What’s going on?” You ask quickly, turning your body fully to face him, hanging out of the door to look at the empty corridor and empty open-door offices before looking back at Hakyeon who’s now grinning.

“Here’s your Christmas bonus, and I need to speak to you in my office if you wouldn’t mind?” His smirk disappears, putting on a stern face as you start to panic, nodding in agreement after you put your bonus on his desk.

Following him down the corridor, you stay behind slightly, hands shaking, what could you have done wrong? Did you fill in something incorrectly? Did you say something wrong? All these thoughts race through your mind as you enter the room and the door is locked behind you.

The click of the door locking makes you panic, even more, standing in front of his desk awkwardly as you await him to take a seat himself before you take one out of respect. However, instead of that, he leans on his desk right in front of you, the smirk returning onto his face as he looks at you with lustful eyes.

“Don’t worry, you haven’t done anything wrong...” He starts, standing up now and standing right in front of you, his coffee-scented breath brushing against your face as the panic slowly starts to fade. “I just wanted to tell you in private how well you’ve worked, and how much you deserve a little extra appreciation from the others”.

His face was now centimeters away from your own, eyes glued to your lips as you start to breathe at a quicker pace, unknowing of what is going to happen. The way he puts a hand on your waist makes you shiver, and you had to admit, he was so attractive like this, momentarily forgetting that he’s your boss.

“Would you like to know what your other bonus is?” He whispers, a smirk turning into a grin when you nod slowly with anticipation and you thought your heart was going to burst out of your chest.

With that, the gap is closed, his lips molding against yours and you freeze like a statue momentarily, not expecting that in the slightest. But when he goes to pull away, lust takes over you and you pull him back in, wrapping your arms around him as you deepen the kiss.

It literally takes no time for the kiss to go from something sweet to the both of you being hungry for each other, breathing heavily as moves slightly, sitting down in the guest chair and pulling you onto his lap so you’re straddling him.

Your lips burned with desire for his, not letting them disconnect for a second as you slowly start to discard your underwear, luckily wearing a skirt so it made everything easier.

His fingers tease through your folds, brushing against your sensitive clit and making you yelp in satisfaction. You’re still straddling him as he spreads his legs out, leaning you back slightly, hand supporting your back as his fingers make you whimper.

“Does that feel good, sweet girl?” He coos seductively at you as you manage to make eye contact with him and oh, how that was the best decision you made, the way he looked at you in full lustful admiration had you burning up.

“Yes Sir,” You cry out, biting down on your lip and whimpering when a finger is inserted into your soaking wet heat, his thumb doing wonders on your clit as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Is this the best bonus you’ve ever received?” He continues, bringing you closer to him so he could place wet and sloppy kisses up and down your neck, sucking lightly on some parts to make you writhe on him.

“Yes, Sir,” Another whimpering reply and how he was extremely turned on by you calling him ‘Sir’, the word getting to his head completely and he wants it printed in his brain.

The way he toys with you, his fingers doing all the dirty magic work as you’re crying over them, whimpering and moaning to the point it wouldn’t be a surprise that you could be heard throughout the building if people were still in their offices.

The peppering of kisses on your neck combined with his fingers curling against your special spot, made your legs shake with how close you were coming to your high. It felt amazing and you didn’t know how you were going to live without having this more often.

It was like he read your mind, with the way he quickens his pace with his fingers fucking you at a quick pace, bringing your orgasm closer, he breathes against your neck, “Don’t worry sweetheart, this isn’t going to be the last time you’re getting this bonus. This is just the beginning. My favorite girl”.

Once he finishes his sentence, you’re cumming all over his fingers and it feels like you’re on cloud nine, screaming his name as your hit hard with your orgasm, his kisses on your neck and up your jawline helping to bring you down from your high.

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