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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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zerot0all · 5 years

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Fantasy | M

.RAVI POV.

She was my fantasy.

As she danced around in the middle of the dance floor. Awakening all my demons , making me grip my drink in hand and admire from afar.

She was my fantasy.

As her body reeled me in. Her hips circling causing all eyes to go to her. The definition of sin. Everything about her screamed forbidden but yet I wanted a taste.

She was my fantasy.

I had no right. No fucking right to want her, crave her ... want her so fucking much. My hands prickled with need to touch her skin. Her smooth , flawless body needed a touch of a man. A real man.

She was my fantasy.

I dreamt about her... palmed myself to her image. I’ve come to many conclusions where my seed took over her figure , my sick mind wanting to coat her walls with my hot cum. I needed her so fucking bad.

She was my fantasy.

Even if she was spoken for ... she was always dancing around in my mind. Even if she was my best friends girl ... I couldn’t help but want her with such a monstrous desire. Her eyes burned my soul , setting my whole life on a whirlwind of emotions.

She was my fantasy, while she was my destruction.

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leosvixxen · 5 years

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Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: VIXX, K-pop Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kim Wonshik | Ravi/Reader Characters: Kim Wonshik | Ravi, Cha Hakyeon | N, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Angels, Fallen Angels, Demons, Alternate Universe, Demon/Human Relationships, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Domestic Violence, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Content, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nephilim, Minor Character Death Summary:

Avery Brown had a somewhat normal life in her sleepy Louisiana town, but all of that began to crumble when a mysterious stranger arrives in town. One demon makes her question everything she thought she knew about Angels, and everything she thought she knew about herself.

There was a bit of a delay in posting this (I’ve been sick), but the final chapter of When Angels Sleep is now live!

A huge thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read this, it means a lot. A huge thanks to @n-the-giraffe for being my beta and an amazing friend.

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kpopkitty01 · 3 years

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Vixx + Hongbin When He Forgot His Wedding Anniversary. -------------------------

When he came home his wife would be upset and finally remind him what day it was. It would bother him and he’d probably just wallow in his pity till he went to comfort his wife. He would make it up to her either by taking her out to dinner that evening or plan a special day to spend with just her.

Ken:

He was on his SNS when he realized it was his anniversary by all his fans congratulating him. He felt so bad that he bought chocolates and flowers to bring to his wife when he apologized for forgetting their anniversary she still seemed upset so he put on a cute little hat and let out his aegyo which managed to get a smile out of her.

Leo:

Would be quite disappointed in himself for forgetting one of the most important day in his life’s anniversary. Once he was home he would apologize up and down and probably would sit down with you and discuss his schedules and figure out a day where he could spend more time with you.

Ravi:

Ravi realized what day it was and would probably notice during work and it would be nagging at him till he could take a minute to call her and telling her how sorry he was and how he would make it up to her on a different day. When you did celebrate on a different day he would give you a nice well thought out gift. Which you gushed over but told him he didn’t have to and that he was the best gift of all.

Hongbin:

Hongbin seems to really value relationships. So when he realized that he had forgotten his anniversary he would just feel horrible and would realize that she was giving him hints earlier that morning about what day it was. He would be beating himself up all day over this and when he got home he’d apologize profusely and explain how bad he felt and stress how much he loves you. You could see how bad he felt and forgave him and gave him a kiss but he was still mad at himself for forgetting.

Hyuk:

I don’t think Hyuk would be as upset as the other members that isn’t to say or mean that he wouldn’t feel sorry for having forgotten, but he would try to make light of the situation and would apologize and say he would make up for it and tell her that he still loved her more than anything.

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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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dissoluteways · 2 years

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cover up - chapter III

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Chapter I / Chapter II / Chapter III

PAIRING: Ravi/OC RATING: Explicit. WARNINGS: There’s some power dynamics but nothing intense. WORDCOUNT: 5749

Notes: This is the final chapter of this fic. I was busy with christmas stuff so i couldn’t post this sooner. Merry belated christmas present! Enjoy!

He didn’t tell the others what had happened this time. Hyuk and Jaehwan pestered him about it more than usual but he only said they had kissed. Which wasn’t entirely a lie.

It was obvious something more had happened, considering that once Wonsik got in the car to go back to their dorm, his face was still red and sweaty. He didn’t want to give details. What happened that time seemed much more intimate than the previous occasions in which they just made out a little. Not particularly because she had given him the best blowjob in his life (not that he had that many to begin with, but this time it certainly won the prize), but because she said next time. It was a silly thing to hang on to, but it gave him a little hope that whatever they had going on wasn’t over yet.

It was some sort of tradition that they all invited the staff for dinner when the promotion period was over, and this time was no exception. They made a reservation at a fancy restaurant where they’d have privacy. She was invited too, of course, and Wonsik intended to at least ask for her number (it was funny he still didn’t have it). If he got the chance, he was going to ask her out too.

Wonsik saw her when she got to the place, along with their other makeup noonas, and he gurgled at how gorgeous she looked, wearing a little black sparkly dress. He was slightly intimidated again by her presence, especially when she eyed him from the other side of the table as she sat down, making him gulp loudly. Her gaze was still as dark as ever when she looked at him, and it was a sin that she would stare at him that way while wearing that dress. Wonsik desperately needed a drink. The first few drinks made him less self conscious, and he was glad they had that effect on him. Stuttering was something he didn’t want to do in her presence anymore.

Wonsik didn’t get to talk to her at all during dinner though. She was on the other side of the table, and she seemed pretty content with chatting with their stylists. And turns out, alcohol didn’t make him bolder, only slightly talkative, but the idea of standing up and going all the way there to talk to her made him shiver in his seat.

Soon enough she was leaving though, after most of the food was served, and Wonsik watched her as she walked out after saying goodbye. He didn’t want her to leave without having even spoken to her all night, so he got up from his seat and rushed to her. He had to at least get her number. He didn’t want to break off whatever it is that they had, not unless that’s what she wanted, but so far, she hadn’t given him a sign that she was done with him. He could still ask her what it was that she wanted before giving up or not.

He caught her right outside, just as she was putting on her jacket, and he really couldn’t believe how nice she looked in that dress.

“Noona,” Wonsik cleared his throat loudly before speaking so she would notice he was there.

She turned around and smiled when she saw him, taking a few steps towards him before talking.

“Hey. I didn’t talk to you all night.”

“No…” Wonsik looked at her dress and then her face. “You look nice.”

“Thank you, you look nice too.” She eyed him upside down as she spoke, and Wonsik went back to feeling small.

She had that intense gaze on her eyes again, but this time, she was looking at him more fondly. It made him feel warm inside his chest.

“I guess I won’t see you at the company building after today…” He said.

“I guess you won’t.”

“I was worried because… I don’t want to stop seeing you, really.”

She was biting on her lip when he spoke, and her eyes softened at the statement.

“You don’t?”

“I- no, I don’t.” His voice was shaky, mostly because he didn’t think he would be able to say all those words that were coming out of his mouth. “Do you want to get a coffee, maybe?”

She blinked at him, her eyebrows going up for a second.

“Right now?”

“Um, no, I mean… Whenever you want, or can… There’s this place that I like…”

Wonsik stopped talking when he noticed how big her smile had gotten. She took a few steps closer, only a few centimeters separating them, and her hand found his, squeezing at it before replying.

“I’d love to.”

Wonsik took a sharp intake of air before sighing loudly, his shoulders slumping down and his whole body relaxing. He didn’t realize he was so tense. She chuckled at him before tugging at his hand.

“Maybe we should get a coffee tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow mo- Oh.” The suggesting tone of her voice settled in his brain a few seconds later, a warm feeling spreading through his chest.

“Would you like to go to my place?”

It was one of the few times she didn’t look so confident, on the contrary, she seemed almost shy, even if it was for a split second. She was still holding his hand, and looking up at him expectantly. Wonsik would have kissed her right there.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’d love that.” He finally replied. “I just have to get my jacket.”

She nodded and let go of his hand, and Wonsik almost ran all the way inside to get his things. He whispered to Taekwoon where he was going, just in case Hakyeon would panic later when they got to the dorm and realized he’s missing; and headed outside.

They took a cab to get there, and Wonsik couldn’t help feeling shaky and excited. Though they had been alone several times, it wasn’t the kind of alone Wonsik wanted, since there was always the risk of getting caught, and even when they had done stuff, this was going to be the first time they could be intimate with each other. He was nervous, but he wanted that more than anything.

She seemed to notice his growing anxiety, and rested a hand on his thigh, near his knee. It was a subtle touch, and Wonsik turned to her. Her soft smile and easy gaze somehow comforted him. She still looked as beautiful as she did on the first day, and still exhibited that same aura she had at the very beginning too, calm and warm. It was crazy she could switch from sweet and mellow to dark and sexy in a second. Wonsik actually liked it, a lot.

“You look really beautiful tonight.” Wonsik said without much thought.

She gave him a genuine smile and leaned in, gently pressing her lips against his in an innocent kiss. They pulled away soon enough, but remained close the entire way.

Once they got to the building, their excitement was more obvious, as they almost ran from the cab to get to the entrance. They barely made it to the elevator before she pulled Wonsik towards her body, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him hungrily. Wonsik responded just as enthusiastically, his hands gripping at her hips as if she would slip away at any second.

She dragged him towards her apartment’s door once they got to the right floor, and Wonsik couldn’t keep his hands away as she fumbled with the keys, placing them on her waist as he kissed her neck and shoulders until the door was finally opened.

It was a very spacious place from what Wonsik could see; not exactly huge, but pretty neat and well lived. He couldn’t observe for much longer as she pressed him against the nearest wall once the door was closed. She stood on her toes to kiss him, her hands grabbing at his shirt, and he groaned when she bit his bottom lip, his own hands going through her hair to keep her close.

They kissed each other like they were drowning, barely getting a second to breathe, but Wonsik didn’t care. He would kiss for the rest of his life if he could; the sensation of her lips against his so addictive he would never get enough of it.

Feeling bold, he tugged at her hair, yanking her head back roughly, tongue darting out to lick at her neck. The moan that escaped her lips when he scraped his teeth at her skin sent a thrill all the way down his spine. Wonsik wanted more of that, so he let himself be rougher than what he might usually be. He bit and sucked at her pulse point, running his tongue over her flesh soothingly, before sucking on it again.

She was whining and quivering under his touch, Wonsik felt a touch smug. He licked at her skin, messy and wet, before pulling away and catching her mouth in a kiss.

He couldn’t help the grunt that slipped from his lips when her hand sneaked between them to palm at the front of his pants.

“Where’s the bedroom?” Wonsik asked between kisses, voice raspy because she kept grinding her hand against his crotch. She chuckled as she nipped at his bottom lip, not exactly giving him an answer. “Unless you wanna fuck, ah, right here.”

“I’d like that,” she whispered against his lips, squeezing him one last time before pulling away, “but maybe some other time.”

She grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom on a jog.

Her bedroom wasn’t as big, but what caught Wonsik’s eyes was the amazingly huge window right by the side of the bed. They didn’t even need to turn on the lights to see, even if it was late at night, the moon and the city lights were enough, and they painted pretty patterns all over the room.

His thoughts were interrupted by her hands tugging at his jacket, bringing him closer to the bed. Wonsik quickly helped her get rid of it, throwing it somewhere on the floor before kissing her again. She hummed contently when he pulled at her own coat, dragging it off her shoulders and discarding it randomly too.

Lying down on the bed, she dragged him down by his shirt, spreading her legs to allow him between them. Wonsik rested his arms on each side of her head, caging her body against his, head dipping below his shoulders so he could continue kissing her.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Wonsik whispered, not really noticing those words coming from his lips as her hands slowly went down his chest.

She chuckled against his mouth, her touch softening suddenly, and her hands going to his back, caressing him softly.

“Relax, ok?” She murmured, eyes fluttering. Wonsik could feel his face heating up rapidly, butterflies rising in his stomach. “I like you a lot. I want this. I want you.”

Wonsik was positive his heart stopped working and that he couldn’t breathe anymore.

“If you don’t like something or want me to stop, just say it and we’ll stop.” She kissed his lips lightly, almost careful as if not to scare him away.

“I don’t think that will happen.” Wonsik replied, pressing his mouth against hers more urgently.

“You’re so cute.” She laughed softly.

She pulled away to tug at his shirt, sitting up to lift it up and off his body. Laying her hands on his chest, she bit her lips as she traced her finger across his tattoo before slowly running her hands down his stomach. Wonsik hadn’t been working out that much lately, but seeing that hungry look in her eyes made him feel good about himself, and he smiled softly.

He tried going back to kissing her, but her hands stopped him. He stared at her curiously as she lay back down on the bed, supporting herself on her elbows as she brought one of her legs towards his shoulder.

“Take off my shoes.”

Wonsik’s eyes were glued to her face while his brain actually commanded his hands to move, and she chuckled softly when he hurriedly grasped at her leg. She folded her leg so the sole of her heels was almost touching his chest, and Wonsik gulped at the image. The power she had over him aroused him completely and he couldn’t deny it, his pants getting tighter every second. He fumbled with the straps of her shoe before finally taking it off her foot, and he put it on the bed as she brought her other foot close to his sternum, and he proceeded to take that one off too. His heart was beating loudly inside his chest as he did so; she could probably hear it loud and clear. He put her other heel to the side, and she let that leg stretch over his shoulder before hoisting it up.

“Good boy.”

That warm feeling inside his chest spread through his body and settled between his legs when she praised him. It intensified when she beckoned him with her finger, a pleased smile on her face. Wonsik obeyed, carefully leaning on top of her body as she let her leg on his shoulder fall to the side, and she cupped his face, kissing him fully on the lips. They breathed into each other’s mouths, tongues tangling together. Wonsik’s hands were on her thighs, slowly sliding up towards her dress. She lifted her hips to help him glide the fabric over her stomach, before pulling it over her shoulders and head, and tossing it on the floor, leaving her in just her panties and bra.

He sighed at the sight of her body underneath him, his hands resting on her hips smoothly moving upwards. She hummed when he moved down to kiss her cleavage, fingers twisting in his hair. She helped him discard her bra quickly before going back to trailing his lips along her sternum. The moan that left her lips when Wonsik closed his lips around her nipple was so enticing, it went straight to his dick.

He was so hard. But that could wait. He knew perfectly well what he wanted to do, and he kissed her other nipple, softly lapping at it before trailing open mouth kisses down her tummy.

“Can I return the favor?” Wonsik asked, sliding off the bed and kneeling down on the floor, near the edge, and looking at her expectantly.

She seemed surprised, and he could swear she was blushing profoundly as she nodded, dragging herself closer to the edge of the mattress. Wonsik wrapped his hands around her thighs, bringing her closer to him before hooking his fingers under the waistband of her panties to drag them down her legs and off. He pushed her legs up onto his shoulders as she prompted herself up on her elbows, biting her lip as she eyed him carefully.

Wonsik could see her throw her head back and gasp when he pressed his tongue against her, slowly licking across her opening before kissing her clit. He licked at her with slow, long strokes, moans spilling from her lips with every move of his tongue. He stopped to lock his lips over her clit, softly sucking to see her reaction. Her legs jolted, and her hand shot up to grab his hair, looking at him through hooded eyes. He went back to swiping his tongue over her folds, nestling in closer, and her whole body trembled at the change of angle in his movements.

“Oh my God,” She almost screamed, her fingers tightening in his hair. “You’re so good, baby.”

Wonsik groaned at the praise, flattening his tongue against her slit before flicking it over her clit. There was a rush of self-satisfaction going through his body as he stared intensely at her face. It was beautiful, her face flushed and contorted with ecstasy as he licked smoothly at her clit. Wonsik knew very well he was submitting himself to her, there wasn’t any question about their dynamics; but being able to give her such pleasure made him feel more powerful than he has ever felt.

Sealing his lips tightly over her clit, he sucked on her eagerly, squeezing her thighs with his hands when she bucked in against his mouth. She moved her hips again, this time on purpose, Wonsik guessed, and she gasped loudly when his tongue slid into her folds, curling it inside her just right.

“Yeah, just like that,” She encouraged him in a whimper, tugging more urgently at his hair.

He immediately pressed his tongue further inside of her, her hips jerking as he did so. Wonsik was aiming to please, so he slipped his index finger inside her, and she almost yelled, her legs jolting again.

“Shit,” She panted, letting her torso fall flat on the bed and breaking eye contact with Wonsik, “You’re so amazing, holy fuck.”

The fact that she was so vocal and loud spurred Wonsik on and he groaned against her core, which sent shivers all over her body as she moaned. She ground her hips down against his face as his tongue slowly worked inside her, his finger continuously sliding in and out of her.

He was soon pushing another finger in, and she mewled in pleasure. Wonsik could feel her clenching around his digits, his tongue still flicking inside of her.

“Stop, wait,” Her voice was raspy and shaky, and Wonsik stopped altogether, sliding his fingers out of her, thinking maybe that he had hurt her, but kept his mouth close to her core. He got to look at her again as she slowly went back to supporting herself with her elbows; her face was flushed and sweaty, hair sticking to her forehead, and she panted, “I don’t wanna come yet…”

Wonsik blinked up at her as she crawled back towards the center of the mattress, sitting up and taking his hand into hers to make him get on top of the bed too. He followed her lead, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he wiggled closer to her.

“Was I good?” He asked as he leaned in to kiss her, her hands holding his face as he did so. She was still breathing heavily as he softly licked into her mouth, Wonsik felt a touch smug.

“Mhm, so good, baby,” She replied, smiling, her hands palming his chest. “But I wanna come with your dick inside of me.”

Wonsik couldn’t help the groan that slipped from his mouth.

Her hands were pushing against his shoulders until she flipped him onto his back. Wonsik was surprised at first, his head spinning for a moment, but soon he noticed her hands fumbling with the zipper of his pants, and he kicked off his shoes so she could tug them down and off his legs. He was left in just his boxers, his obvious erection straining the fabric.

She palmed down over his clothed cock, and Wonsik laid his head back, grunting as she slowly massaged him through his underwear. She slowly pulled his boxers down, tossing them off somewhere, before grasping at his dick, stroking him slowly. She pumped him torturously slow, running her thumb over the head and barely twisting her wrist, he had to fight the urge to flip her over and fuck her into the mattress.

“C-condom…” His mind wasn’t all gone yet when he asked for protection, and he felt a little shy when she laughed softly at him, leaning down to kiss him before letting go of his dick.

Wonsik scooted closer to the pillows as she scrambled around in the drawer of her bedside table. She straddled him once she found the condom, tearing the little package open before rolling it on his cock, Wonsik hissing at the sensation. He watched her intensely as she wrapped her fingers around his length, rising to her knees to rub the tip over her clit and entrance.

“Fuck…” Wonsik cursed. He wasn’t even inside of her yet but he was positive he would come at any second.

She chuckled darkly at his reaction, probably taking mercy on him as she slowly sank down onto his dick, sliding in easily.

Wonsik was panting, struggling not to buck up like he wanted to. She had her eyes closed in a frown, head slumping forward, supporting herself with her hands on his chest. Comforting her as she got used to the stretch, he ran his hands from her hips up her waist and towards her shoulders. She opened her eyes to meet Wonsik’s, and without really realizing, he slid a hand towards her face, softly caressing her cheek. Closing her eyes again, she nuzzled against his palm and let out a breathy moan.

She promptly lifted herself up before sinking back down, and Wonsik gasped at the sudden movement. She was so tight and hot around him; he wasn’t sure how he would last. His hands fell back onto her hips, his grip tightening as she buckled down on his cock with a whimper.

They started a slow, steady rhythm, Wonsik thrusting up to meet her hips. But soon it wasn’t enough, and he growled when she dropped down rapidly onto his dick, her nails digging into his chest as she did. She pushed herself down, bouncing on his cock, and he groaned, raising his hips up to meet hers, hands curling tighter around her hips to help her go down onto him harder.

She looked so wonderful like that, her hair falling down on her chest, her breasts bouncing as she moved her hips to meet his, the city lights reflecting on her skin and making it glow with pretty patterns. She was riding him so eagerly, whimpering with every thrust of his hips; Wonsik felt the little composure he had left slipping from him.

“You’re perfect,” he growled, bucking up just in time as she ground down.

She offered him a weak smile from underneath her hair before slumping forward, arching her back with a whimper. Wonsik ran his hand up her waist before sliding them back over her hips and reaching for her butt, squeezing her flesh. He clenched his fingers hard on her ass, guiding her thrusts. He felt his mouth dry, looking down to where their bodies connected, the intoxicating image of his dick sliding in and out of her making the knot in his stomach tighten.

“You’re riding me so well, princess…” he groaned, fingers digging into her skin as her hips rose and fell onto his lap.

Her reply was a breathy laugh, one of her hands sliding up to tangle in her hair, her whole body almost leaning down on him. When Wonsik thrust up into her one more time, she whimpered, her thighs quivering, almost losing her balance.

Wonsik was panting as he sat up a little to hold her, wrapping one arm around her waist as he kissed her, pushing her body against his. He carefully rolled them over, letting her lie down and pressing her into the mattress, his body still between her legs.

Resting his arms on both sides of her head, caging her against his body, Wonsik pulled out almost fully before thrusting back inside her again. She gasped into his mouth, arching her back, her nipples brushing against his chest. She was pulsing around cock, hot and wet, every slide making her moan against his lips. He kissed her, open mouthed and messy, before dragging his lips across her cheek.

He could tell how close she was, her heels digging into his back impatiently, her whimpers almost turning into sobs with every snap of his hips.

“You feel so good around me,” Wonsik murmured against her ear, kissing her jaw.

She hooked her arm around his neck, keeping him close. Remembering her reaction from earlier, Wonsik bit at the side of her neck, sucking hard on her flesh. She shuddered, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging. He was sloppy this time, his impending orgasm making it hard for him to keep his focus, but he ran his tongue over her skin, sucking at it eagerly, before pressing his lips to her throat.

He wanted to get her off first before coming himself, so Wonsik slid his hand between their bodies, skilful fingers finding her clit and rubbing circles against it. She clenched around him, legs shaking as she let out a stuttered moan.

“I’m- I’m so close, baby boy…” She mewled into his ear.

The way she was pulsing around him made him whine, and his pace turned relentless as he slammed into her hard, his fingers still pressing onto her clit. He noticed the grip of her hands on his shoulders tightening, and how her breath got caught in her throat, and he knew she was coming. Her entire body trembled underneath him, back arching; and she squeezed around him hard, Wonsik spilling a stream of profanities when she did so.

He was sinking so deep into her, his thrusts completely wild and erratic. Wonsik cursed under his breath, his vision starting to blur as he chased his own high. She was still so wet and her touch against his skin was so hot, her fingers running down his back then, dragging her nails across his skin.

“Come on, Wonsik,” She hummed close to his ear, her voice still breathy and shaky from her release, her fingers caressing his chest and stomach then, “Come for me, honey.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, his hips snapping forward once, twice, before coming with a loud grunt. His orgasm was so clear and the pleasure was so vivid he was seeing stars. His cock pulsed inside her, languidly thrusting as he rode out his climax until she sobbed and shivered with aftershocks.

His arms were trembling, not being able to hold on anymore, and Wonsik collapsed down on top of her, burying his face in her neck. She whimpered when he did, but wrapped her arms around his waist, keeping him close.

They took a few minutes to catch their breath, until Wonsik felt her fingers tracing random patterns on his back soothingly. After a moment he sighed, pulling himself up to look at her face. She gave him a tired but sweet smile, and he brought up one hand to caress at her cheek, pushing her hair out her face.

He leaned in and kissed her, unhurried and gentle, and she hummed into his mouth.

“That was wonderful,” She whispered after pulling away.

“We should do it again some time,” Wonsik said without really thinking, and he earned a breathy laugh from her.

“We definitely should.”

Rolling off her, Wonsik disposed of the condom into the trashcan by the bed before resting beside her. She wiggled closer, covering both of them with a blanket as she lay down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, playing with her hair as she slowly dozed off.

Feeling completely sated and comfortable, and listening to her breathe evenly against his skin, Wonsik fell asleep right by her side.

Wonsik woke up when he felt the mattress shift under him. He tried opening his eyes, the light coming from the window bothering him so he blinked a couple of times before opening them completely. He caught her just when she was sitting on the bed and slipping into a shirt, her fingers then going through her hair to try to put into some kind of order. Wonsik thought it was adorable.

“Hey,” his voice came out hoarser than he intended. Would he ever talk with a normal voice in her presence?

She turned around, surprised, but she quickly smiled at him.

“Hey, you,” she leaned back and kissed him softly on the lips, “Did you sleep well?”

Wonsik nodded before sitting up, the cool air hitting his bare chest and he shivered. She noticed this, and quickly went to pick up his shirt from where it was discarded on the floor to give it to him.

“I’m making breakfast, do you want anything in particular?” She asked him as she went through one of her drawers of her closet.

“Um, just… whatever you want to make is fine,” He replied, putting on his shirt.

She smiled before walking out of the room with a pair of shorts in her hand. Everything still felt so surreal, the fact that Wonsik was waking up in her bed after spending the night together, after pining after her for weeks, the images of all their interactions coming to him in a flash; it all sent chills through his spine. He needed a minute to cool down.

He walked into the kitchen after getting dressed and brushing his teeth (using a brush she left for him in the bathroom) to find her making coffee and toasting some bread.

“When I asked you out for coffee yesterday, I didn’t mean to make it yourself.” Wonsik said, casually walking up behind her, making her jump a little when he placed his hands on her shoulders

“Isn’t it a bit risky? Going out the both of us, I mean.”

He shrugged, grabbing the two cups of coffee to put them on the table. “I know a few places that are private enough, nobody would bother us there.”

He helped her set the table before sitting down, and she followed him right after, setting the toasts down along with some cheese and jam.

“I guess we could go some time then.” She said with a smile as she sat across from him.

Wonsik could feel the rush of affection that spread through his chest when she flashed him that smile. Even as she started sipping on her coffee and taking a bite at her toast, he couldn’t brush it off. She always seemed so fierce in his eyes, especially with how he approached him the last few weeks; and there she was, wearing a shirt that was slightly bigger on her frame, with puffy eyes and swollen lips, looking sleepy as she munched on a toast. She couldn’t be any cuter in his eyes.

She pulled her hair back as she reached for a slice of cheese, and Wonsik noticed the two love bites on her neck, one just under her ear on one side, the other one on the other side, close to where her neck met her shoulder. He couldn’t help holding his breath at the sight.

Leaning in towards her, Wonsik put his hand on her neck, tracing his thumb over the mark under her ear with just a little pressure. She shuddered, gasping weakly and closing her eyes, shoulders curling. She had to put down the cup of coffee so as not to drop it, and Wonsik couldn’t help the grin that tugged at his lips.

When he retracted his hand and the shiver slipped out of her body, she looked at him with wide eyes, biting her bottom lip when she noticed his smile. It was like he found out a secret about her, one she wouldn’t want anyone to know, especially him. Wonsik instantly memorized the fact that her weakest point was her neck in the deepest part of his brain, before taking a sip at his coffee, looking more than just pleased with himself. She glared at him playfully, going back to drinking her coffee without saying a word.

“You should probably thank the other guys when you get to the dorm,” She said after a few minutes.

“What? Why?” Wonsik swallowed promptly, suddenly alarmed. His brain quickly connected some details together, and he immediately realized. “Wait, when you asked me a few weeks ago if it was true that I liked you…”

“That was kind of an accident,” She clarified, a small blush creeping on her cheeks, “I actually walked in on the waiting room, and they were practically yelling about it.”

Wonsik buried his face in his hands, extremely embarrassed that they weren’t even careful when they talked about it in public.

“I thought you were cute before,” She reassured him, but Wonsik still felt mortified, “but I also thought maybe you were just nervous, so I never approached you until I found out you liked me.”

Wonsik made a dying noise behind his hands that she probably thought was funny by the way she giggled.

“I also would have asked you out myself before Taekwoon told me you were planning to do it.”

Lifting his head from his hands, Wonsik stared at her in disbelief. Turned out that bitch talked just like the others. He was never telling him anything ever again. He was never telling anyone anything ever.

“Don’t look at me like that,” She laughed, “Whatever it was that they did, it worked out either way.”

“I’m not thanking them.” Wonsik stated, “I’m never talking to them again. Actually, I’m leaving forever.”

She smiled at him, amused, as she got up from her seat. Wonsik blinked at her, sitting straight in his chair as she took a few steps towards him, putting her hands on his shoulders and sitting down on his lap, both of her legs on one side.

“I guess it was just your manly charms that made me feel attracted to you,” She said with that low voice of hers that made Wonsik feel like jelly.

He still noticed the teasing tone underneath her voice, and rolled his eyes, wrapping his hands around her waist. She chuckled at his reaction before pressing her lips to his.

Her lips were so soft and her mouth tasted like coffee, he planned to spend a long time devouring them. She hummed contently when he tightened his grip on her waist so her body was pressed against his, quickly opening up for him to let him lick at her mouth. Wonsik wondered how he actually survived all his life without kissing her, without tasting her.

They pulled away to breathe and she rested her forehead against his. He wanted to reassume kissing when he felt it was enough time apart, but she simply pecked his lips before speaking.

“Wanna take a shower together?”

Wonsik finished his coffee in one sip, the liquid burning down his throat when he gulped, and he nodded eagerly.

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mysticobservationobservation · 3 years

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Hi!

I'm a new (fanfic) writer to tumblr. I'm not really experienced or anything, but I stan plenty of groups. It would be great if I could get started posting on tumblr more often and get requests. I'm not a big fan of smut, but anything else would be greatly appreciated.

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symeraid-s · 4 years

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The news just reached me that Hakyeon left Jelpi but intends to continue to promote with VIXX and I just...

What a power move!

#They all leave Jelpi out of protest #hakyeon #vixx #wishing him good luck with his new company #also it really feels like he just went:#*grabs Hongbin* we're a package deal #now can Ravi please take in the rest of them?#I suppose that also means I can discard the: -fanfiction from my drafts

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squeallywrites · 3 years

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Centuries Ch.8

This continued on for the months that followed. Any time Ryn needed to leave the village, Ravi would join. In the times away, she would switch between training him in tracking and how to handle the blade. Just like this trip, the sword felt heavy in his hand but the weight was becoming more and more familiar with each passing day. But as he barely managed to block her swing, sending him to the ground, a soft voice rasped, “At least you learn fast.”

Ravi stares at Ryn, eyes wide. “You…spoke?”

She rolls her eyes before swinging again. Ryn didn’t speak again that trip or even for a while after, but if she didn’t have his attention before, she certainly did now.

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One night as Ravi served up the venison stew he made to the crew, he told the four of them his life in 2019, of the people he missed and world he knew. He also told them his actual name, preferring to go by Wonshik.

“You’re from 2020?” Berrin asks.

Wonshik’s brows furrowed, “Yeah?”

“Looks like we found our new recruit!” Leif and Berrin clank their wooden cups together, cheering.

“What?”

“Everyone here is from around the world at different times. Neri, our chief, has been here the longest out of anyone. He was from Italy, studying Norse history at college before being teleported. No one knows why we’re chosen and not everyone that is teleported makes it to us. All we know is that we all usually come from years of 5. I’m from 2010. Berrin is from 1915 and Ryn is from 2015,” explained Leif.

Wonshik looks at them, his brain screaming that this was impossible and yet…it made sense. No one batted an eye at him when he first arrived and there was always a feeling of acceptance, aside from being forced to serve Ryn.

Later that night Wonshik snuck off to Leif house in search of answers. The older let him into the main room, the fire giving the room a dim glow.

“What’s this all about?” He asked with a tired sigh.

“Ryn spoke last time we went out. Has she always been able to speak?”

Leif’s eyes widen for a second before a small smile graces his lips. “It means that she’s really starting to trust you. Yes she can speak but it’s up to her when she does. It’s not my place to tell you her past but I will tell you this: It began after her Trial.”

“Her Trial?”

Leif nods, “It’s how you truly join the Clan and become one like us.”

~~~~~

Since then, he hasn’t been able to think of much. He looks down at Ryn who’s leaning close to the branch, arrow pulled back, ready to aim.

“I know you asked.”

“Huh?” Gasps Wonshik, caught off guard by the comment.

“There’s more to the Clan than meets the eye.”

“How so?”

Ryn looks up at him before looking back. Wonshik groans, “How am I to know if you won’t tell me?”

The arrow flies from her bow; A deer cries out in the distance. Without another word, she descends from the tree. Wonshik sighs again before trailing after her.

As he cleans the deer, Ryn reaches her arm out for a raven to land. Attached to its feet was a small piece of paper with only two words: Vidar Knows.

Ryn growls, “Shit.”

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sadfragilegirl · 3 months

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I really miss the good old years when the Tumblr users who are fans of VIXX who made actively A LOT of GIF sets, edits, moodboards, fanfictions, and a whole lot more.

But now, everything is changed and now it's getting slower and slower and I was feeling deprived currently. Like, the Tumblr fanfiction writers who wrote for VIXX are either inactive or deactivated their accounts and they stopped making new VIXX GIF sets and edits anymore.

And now, things are changing since after Hongbin (2020) and Ravi (2023) left VIXX that only 4 members are remaining. Not only that after Ravi and Hongbin left VIXX because of the scandals and mistakes, I saw people lost respect and sending hate messages to them. I even saw people decided to support VIXX with only just current active 4 members and it's disheartening...

Plus, it gets even harder to find new Tumblr friends who are fans of VIXX for a very long time... It's a total struggle.

I just wish they will make new VIXX edits, fanfiction and stuff again...It breaks my heart multiple times and I need it like RIGHT NOW!

We need the BIGGEST LOVE AND SUPPORT TO ALL 6 MEMBERS OF VIXX MORE THAN EVER!

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

#vixx #ravi #kim wonshik #wonshik #kim wonsik #wonsik #n #cha hakyeon #hakyeon #leo #jung taekwoon #taekwoon #ken #lee jaehwan #jaehwan #hongbin #lee hongbin #hyuk #han sanghyuk #kpop

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witchakyeon · 2 years

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❧ Adore you | Multi | Ongoing

tags: polyamory, complicated relationships

Jaehwan had always been a bit theatrical. It was the Aries fire in him that craved first place in everything, to consume and be consumed at the same moment, to act first and think later. It was the fire in his eyes that kept him in trouble. The one where Jaehwan kind of fucks everything up and has to learn how to be honest with the people he loves.

❧ Bloom | Multi | Ongoing

tags: safe sane and consensual, mutual pining

The unknown excites him, even now. Hongbin has never been in a relationship. There was never enough time and he hated the idea, but he finally feels ready to grow and explore alongside someone. He convinces himself that he only has to find his partner and everything else will work out. Love is a little more complicated than that.

❧ Celestial | Hyuken | Complete

tags: rough sex, asphyxiation

Celestial (Latin): a divine or mythical being. Jaehwan had encountered thousands of creatures—angels, demons and more—during his existence, and not a single one could compare to Sanghyuk. He was so breathtaking, so entrancing without even trying that it made his heart hurt sometimes, even though they belonged to each other. Sanghyuk was mortal, but he put the moon itself to shame.

❧ Delicate | Chasangbin | Complete

tags: fluff and humor, open relationships

They could get used to this. Sanghyuk invites Hongbin to dinner at Hakyeon's apartment. The night takes an unexpected turn.

❧ Jamais Vu/Luna | Wontaek | Complete

tags: worldbuilding, human/monster romance

Taekwoon has been here before. Once upon a time, Taekwoon believed he and Wonshik were the only creature and human in a relationship. Hakyeon and Hongbin prove him wrong tenfold, and the weight of his past and reality begin to catch up with him.

❧ Makeup Drawer | Chaken | Inactive

tags: tooth-rotting fluff, secret crush

Hakyeon wondered if Jaehwan would hate him for it, for wanting to kiss him until their lips were bruised, for being unable to control himself as if he were a teenager, for having urges towards him in the first place. They were so close and yet... Hakyeon has a crush on Jaehwan. He doesn't know how to tell him because he's a little busy attempting to deny it.

❧ Moonlight Sunrise | Chabin | Complete

tags: succubi & incubi, developing relationship

Hongbin held his breath as the demon approached him, and his heart danced wildly behind his ribcage as the distance between them disappeared. His lover grabbed his waist, pulled him close, and bent down slightly to press their lips together, and Hongbin felt himself explode into a million little pieces of stardust. This was what he wanted. This was what he had been waiting all day for: an opportunity to get close to him, to stare into his moonlit eyes, to feel the rush of desire that frequently accompanied his touch, to kiss him back harder, harder, harder until he understood how much he wanted him, how much he would always want him, no matter what.

❧ Naked | Leohyuk | Complete

tags: emotional porn, established relationship

"You don’t need to apologize for your body. Anyone who cares for you will love and respect however it looks and feels." Taekwoon and Sanghyuk finally get the time alone they deserve.

❧ New Year's Day | Chasangbin | Complete

tags: holidays, fluff and smut

Hongbin feels like they have found a family where they belong, and they couldn’t be happier. The one where the holidays are better than everyone expected.

❧ Nocturne | Chabin | Complete

tags: demon & human interactions, monster fucker lee hongbin

Nocturne (Latin): a person, concept, or artwork that embodies the energy of the night, shadows, and dreams.

Hongbin didn’t know or care how many other creatures Hakyeon had brought home—he just wanted to be the one that he remembered.

❧ Strawberry | Hyuken | Complete

tags: summer romance, semi-public sex

There was one thing Jaehwan loved more than strawberries, and that was Sanghyuk. Jaehwan plans a sweet surprise for his boyfriend.

❧ Stardust | Kenbin| Ongoing

tags: fae & fairies, soulmates

"None of this is a coincidence. Since the creation of the universe, this was our destiny." Hongbin makes a wish that changes his world forever.

❧ the place i've been searching for is you | Hyuk-centric | Ongoing

tags: inspired by shangri-la (vixx), promiscuity

"the empty space inside me fills the color of you is faint and dazzling beautiful, warm, mysterious" Sanghyuk x everyone because it's what the doctor ordered!

❧ Ultraviolet | Chabin | Complete

tags: creature vixx, shameless smut

“Must have just been my imagination...” Hongbin speaks to the second full moon of the month. “My my my, little kitten, what a wild imagination you have,” Hakyeon whispers in the dark. Hakyeon interrupts Hongbin's study session in favor of a more hands-on activity.

Collections + Series

❧ Midnight (2023+2024 Prompt Collection) | Multi | Ongoing

(Yet another) strange and lovely collection of vixx shenanigans to bring in the new year

❧ Prequel | Chabin, Wontaek | Ongoing

A mini creature series leading up to my largest concept ever

❧ after all the tears, you're all i need | Chabin | Ongoing

Hongbin is a mortal, and Hakyeon is a succubus. These are the tales of how their fates intertwine

❧ Vixxtober 2022 | Multi | Complete

A Vixx version of Kinktober

❧ 2022 Prompt Collection | Multi | Complete

(Another) strange and lovely collection of vixx shenanigans to bring in the new year

❧ 2021 Prompt Collection | Multi | Complete

A collection of vixx shenanigans to bring in the new year

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Royal Counsel (Part 3)

A short chapter just to get the story moving while I battle laziness when it comes to writing. -Admin O

Part 1:https://kpopnlockit.tumblr.com/post/173430857997/royal-counsel-part-1

Part 2:https://kpopnlockit.tumblr.com/post/173907471692/royal-counsel-part-2

Part 4:https://kpopnlockit.tumblr.com/post/177602418857/royal-counsel-part-4

“You will be joining us on a mission,” King Ravi announced in his deep voice.

He was just as attractive as you remembered. Intimidating and lean with beautifully tanned skin. His sleepy eyes were cold though, hinting at the cruelty that lay beneath.

It took a moment for his words to sink in. Blinking in rapid succession was your only response. You stared blankly at the tall man seated on his throne. Scratching your head in confusion was a habit but the handcuffs weighing you wrists down prevented you from doing so. Sudden movements were likely not in your best interest either.

“Do not feign being a dunce. I know you can understand me. You speak several languages fluently,” the King scolded.

You flinched, not expecting him to know. Your reputation had proceeded you and not to your advantage. Also, you had not the slightest clue how to react. A man you could consider an enemy was commanding you to join him on some sort of operation. You had no idea what type of assignment it was or what your role would be. You did not know how to feel. You simply could not wrap your head around what you were being told.

“We will discuss the details later, but consider how you would like to proceed. I offer you a chance to prove yourself loyal to Vixx as well as an alternative to being hung,” King Ravi laid out in simple terms.

You gazed at him with your mouth slightly agape. It was such a surprise that your brain had shut down while trying to digest the information and you were unable to mask it.

“Also...” King Ravi added, “you will address me as your majesty.” There was a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he spoke.

The guard standing behind you nudged you hard in the back when you remained silent.

“Yes, your majesty,” you choked out. It was odd to hear your own voice after so long. It was even stranger to hear you speaking Vixx instead of your native tongue. He nodded once in acknowledgement.

“Have Minah help you prepare. You are dismissed,” King Ravi instructed. Immediately a guard grabbed you by your arm and led you out of the reception room. You were dragged out without grace or premise as you continued to struggle to compute.

The maid was waiting on the other side of the door. The guard released you, unlocked your handcuffs, and the girl took over leading you back to the room. You followed in a daze. She did not speak once the entire walk, leaving you to your thoughts.

What on earth was happening? A mission? They wanted you to join on a mission with the King? It did not make any sense. Unless you were to die on this “mission”. Then it hit you. This would likely be a suicide operation. You would be a sacrifice to aid them in their end goal. That would be how you showed your loyalty. That was why they had not hung you yet. Your life still had use to them.

Mind working faster than a fire burning wood, you had not noticed that you were already back at the bedroom. The maid held the door open for you. She followed you in and closed the door behind you. Without hesitation, she pulled a trunk from beneath the bed. She then headed for the closet and began pulling clothes from its depths. Once her arms were full she marched back to the bed and laid them out before setting to work folding them. You stood watching as she packed mostly pantsuits.

“Minah,” you said loudly and clearly.

The girl’s head snapped to your direction. “Yes?” she answered.

“What do you know of this mission?” you inquired.

Her jaw dropped. She sincerely believed that you were unable to comprehend her so this was bewildering. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish as it swam within its bowl. She did this a few times before setting the fabric she held down and turning to you.

“I do not know much. All I know is what they deem necessary for me to know,” she paused, unsure if she should continue. You could not blame her. Leaking information could easily get her killed. As the opposition, you were far from trustworthy. You did not urge her on. Perhaps they way you let it go was what prompted her to say, “You will be accompanying King Ravi to Exo.” She quickly returned to what she was doing.

Exo. Exo was a large, influential nation. It was much bigger than King Ravi’s kingdom. The country was old and power had been passed down through ancient bloodlines. Exo was also known for it’s bountiful resources. Some went as so far to call it its own planet. As such, it was stable. Not even Vixx’s army could touch it. Your home country of Suju had been in alliance with Exo and there were close personal ties between the royals and elites of Suju and Exo.

Like a key in a lock, everything clicked into place all at once. You would play the role of the liaison between Vixx and Exo. With the downfall of Suju, Exo had lost an important coalition. It would make sense for them to be hostile towards Vixx. However, you were a familiar face. You finally understood what he meant by “prove your loyalty”. If you could make yourself useful and convince the Exo leaders to join forces with Vixx, your life could be spared.

The other counsel members had been defiant from the getgo. You on the other hand, had not so much as uttered a word. Compliance could be easily mistaken for submissiveness. In theory, you would be easy to control, which made you the perfect candidate to keep. That was why you were still alive. You were an essential piece to Vixx’s uninhibited imperialism.

The trunk snapped shut loudly and startled you. Minah had already loaded the things that had been prepared for you.

“Everything you may need on the voyage other than food should be in your luggage,” she advised.

You nodded, not expecting her to be so efficient and timely.

“Would you like some supper?” Minah asked.

Nausea at the realization of your purpose to Vixx had your stomach in knots. However, at the mention of food hunger ignited in your belly. Your thirst had been satiated but now your body was craving nutrition. “Please,” you said weakly.

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