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tomoonine · 3 years

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[scenario] early mornings with ravn

hii, is it possible to request for a ravn fluff piece? 🥺 there is this video of him and hwanwoong saying "I love you" to each other and the part where he says 'dont close your eyes, I love you' is totally stuck in my head because he sound sooooo endearing saying that 😭 also, if it is not too much to add - ravn saying "have you slept well? wake up~" in the fluff piece 🥺 he said it in one of his recent vlive and it sound super soft as well thankyou so much for all the wonderful writings!🌙

☽. oh yes, i’m really sorry for being late again !! i admit that my writing has become a little rusty, but here it is!! and thank you for requesting anon, especially for supplying a lot of details!! if you enjoyed reading this, please check out more in my masterlist! requested: yes; anon word count: 1.0k words

Contrary to the cultural depictions of his namesake, Youngjo actually sees himself as someone to be associated with bright and joyful things. While a raven is commonly associated with loss, death, darkness, and omens, Youngjo finds it ironic that he finds bliss in the bright and simple things in life. There’s some sort of incandescent joy that comes from seeing the daisies that bloom along the sidewalk, from the feeling of the sun kissing his skin, and even from the varying melodies that leave the speakers of his devices. There’s so much happiness the world has to offer that he finds it somehow baffling that his image may have been reduced to darkness.

No way can he be as broody as a raven when he finds himself smiling as soon as he wakes up in the early morning. With a glimpse toward the clock on the nightstand, he notes that his heart is bursting at the seams as early as 7:15 in the morning. As he expected, a ray of light seeps past the windows of his bedroom and his eyes crinkle at the contact. Through the creases of his eyes he feels the morning stars that have accumulated at the edge of his lashes-- definitely evidence of a good night’s sleep. And as he reaches his arm outward to stretch his shoulders, he feels your warm body shift beside his torso.

There’s so much happiness the world has to offer. For Youngjo, however, the greatest joy in the universe comes from waking up in the morning knowing that you’re by his side.

Quite literally beside him actually, you’re still deep in your slumber facing Youngjo’s torso. You have one arm tucked under your head and the other is resting across the male’s lap. The sunlight doesn’t hit you in the same way it does for Youngjo, but he can see you despite the little light source available. He can see the morning stars that have dusted on the corner of your eyes, and he can see the way your chest rises and falls.

It’s a sight he’s accustomed to, seeing you deep in your sleep while he’s up so early in the morning. It’s honestly what makes the mornings better than how they used to be before he met you. However, Youngjo doesn’t seem to want to spend this moment fondly watching you. No, this time he wants to do something akin to pillow talk. He wants to see your eyes flutter open and he wants to feel his heart pound at the sight of you.

So he does. After brushing his hair away from his eyes, his hand moves to gently caress your cheek and dust off the morning stars with his thumb. At the contact, your eyebrows furror and your head shifts slightly at the warmth of his palm. Youngjo lets out a laugh when he hears you grumbling lowly, noticing your disdain for being up at such an ungodly hour.

“Hey,” He calls out gently. “Have you slept well, my love?” Youngjo reattempts to rouse you from your slumber, this time leaning in to kiss the corner of your eyes once, and once more on your eyelid. A smile makes its way to Youngjo’s lips when he sees you grinning in delight.

“I was.” You whisper. Your arm around his torso leaves in favor of stretching your arms and shoulders. A little whine leaves your lips as you feel your muscles contract, though regardless of the soreness, you’re still quick to snatch the comforter that’s resting on your stomach, turn around, and hide under the covers playfully. “But I still want to sleep, Youngjo!” You huff, getting ready to sleep again.

“No, wake up!” Youngjo’s speed rivals yours, especially with the way he manages to turn your body back towards him and encase you in his strong grip. Unlike earlier, his head’s now resting on the pillows and your forehead is on his chest. And unlike earlier, you finally tilt your head upward and open your eyes. The light is harsh, so you shut them back almost immediately. But when you feel Youngjo’s lips on your forehead, ever so slightly whispering “wake up~” on the expanse of your skin, you can’t help but open your eyes slowly. His lips have left your forehead to kiss your cheek, and you’re so close to him that you can feel Youngjo smiling.

“Don’t close your eyes anymore, (Y/N).” He pleads. “I miss you.”

You hum, basking in his affection. “We’ve only been sleeping for a few hours, Youngjo. And we had our fun yesterday, didn’t we? Was that not enough?”

“Ah,” he sighs. “More than enough, that’s what I thought. But you were in my dreams last night and before I could give you a kiss, I woke up.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Couldn’t even tell you ‘I love you’ either.”

“Aw, my poor baby~” You coo, this time you reach your hands out to cup his face gently. You guide his face towards your gaze, and you notice the morning stars that have spread out on the corners of his eyes. You notice the dark circles under his eyes, and you can’t help but chuckle at the tuft of hair that sticks out in such an odd direction. Without much thought, your thumbs make their way to wipe out the Sandman’s work near his eyes and you beam at him. “Well, I’m here aren’t I? How about you give me my morning kiss, hmm?”

Youngjo grins cheekily and he dives down to kiss you everywhere. One kiss on each eyelid, a lingering kiss on the top of your forehead, a short peck on your nose, and a deep kiss on your lips-- each gentle touch of affection followed with a whisper of “I love you”. And you stay that way until the sunlight has shifted away from your bodies, until the birds have ceased their song, and until Youngjo pulls away from all the kisses he graced you with.

There’s so much happiness the world has to offer. For you, however, the greatest joy in the universe comes from waking up in the morning knowing that Youngjo loves you to the moon and back.

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imagineurfavs · 3 years

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thinking bout the yhighs

#lemme just...take a seat on them pls #hes so disastrously thicc #why is he so hot im gonna cry #oneus #oneus reactions #oneus ravn #kim youngjo #ravn reactions #Youngjo reactions #oneus smut

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sm-entertain-me · 4 years

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Come Back Home (M)

Contains: Kim Youngjo (RAVN) x (f) reader, adult language, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, featuring ONEUS, fingering, biting, marking kink, choking, creampie, supernatural!au, supernatural!ONEUS.

Synopsis: All you remembered was waking up in a cloud of darkness, surrounded by six men, each of them looking painfully familiar to you but you couldn’t remember why. For some reason, you trusted them, especially their leader Youngjo.

Darkness surrounded you as you awoke from what felt like a fever dream, your body trembling from the cold despite the room feeling a lot hotter than normal. You wanted to cry out for someone to help or at least tell you where you were, but you couldn’t find your voice. You didn’t understand what was going on or what you had done in your life to be in such a terrifying place, but for some reason, it felt familiar to you.

As you were in your own thoughts, you could hear footsteps to the side of you, causing your body to stiffen at the sound. The darkness never faltered and the sound of the footsteps kept getting louder, immediately forcing your heart rate to skyrocket from the fear of the unknown. Listening carefully to try and get a sense of what was going on around you, it sounded like the footsteps belonged to multiple people instead of a singular being. That certainly didn’t help your nerves as you could feel eyes on you, studying your every move.

“Wh-Who’s there?” You squeaked, finally being able to find your voice after what seemed like an eternity of laying there. Of course, the subjects that were now surrounding you never spoke a word, choosing to only watch the way your body shook and observing you quietly. When you realized you weren’t getting a response, you resulted to demands even though you were certainly not in a position to be making such a scene, “I said who’s there? Answer me!” The only answer you received after your demands was not something you were expecting as a soothing voice responded, “Do you really not remember us, jagiya?”

Although you couldn’t place a name to a face, you had definitely heard the voice before. You couldn’t remember if it was from a dream or from reality, but you had heard the man’s voice before winding up wherever you are now. In fact, you’re having quite a hard time differentiating between reality and your dreams at this point because the longer you stay in this room, you can feel yourself teetering between the two.

A deeper voice, the deepest voice you had ever heard, could be heard nearest to you as he interrupted your conscience, “Of course she remembers you, hyung. Look at the way her face lit up from your voice. She must’ve missed you the most.” You soon felt a hand on the side of your face, soft fingers caressing your cheek as you were forced to turn to your right. As the person’s fingers lingered on your face, you could feel a slight warming sensation spread through your face and start to trickle to your neck and shoulders. Confused, you pulled your head away from their grasp only to be met with another chill running down your spine from the cold. What is going on with you?

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll take care of you,” The first man’s voice whispered in your left ear this time, feeling his pillowy lips cascade along your ear. Goosebumps began to form over your body after realizing how close the mystery man was to you, the anticipation in your gut building with every passing second. Suddenly you felt the odd weight on your eyelids weaken, allowing you to open your eyes to reveal the mystery men to you.

There were six in total, each of them varying in height and hair color but each of them wore the same devilish grin as they watched your pupils dilate at the sight of them. The six men were dressed in black velour suits, looking agonizingly handsome as their eyes fell on various parts of your body. This made you look down since you couldn’t feel much fabric on you, seeing that you were dressed in black as well, but your outfit was much more revealing than that of the men. You were dressed in a simple black lace set, the bra made out of a beautiful onyx eyelash lace while the skimpy undergarments were a solid black lace, and your legs were adorned with delicate knee high stockings held up by the matching garter belt. You looked insatiable.

However, when you were admiring how you looked in the lace, you couldn’t help but notice a faint black mark forming on the inside of your right arm. You couldn’t make out the shape just yet as it looked fairly new, but you certainly don’t remember getting a tattoo of any sorts. After studying the mark, you looked back up at the men and waited for them to explain themselves since you are having a really hard time understanding the world at the moment.

“It’s common to forget, especially at your age. But let us explain ourselves,” The shortest member spoke up next, understanding your confusion. He then took a step forward and took your hand in his, stroking your hand with his thumb as he looked into your eyes, “I’m Hwanwoong, and these are my colleagues Dongju, Keonhee, Gunhak, Seoho and, the man who you’ll be getting very acquainted with tonight-” Hwanwoong was about to continue when you felt the familiar voiced man at your left side again, his hand resting softly on your shoulder, “Youngjo.”

Again, a steady stream of warmth could be felt from the man’s hand, traveling down your body to rest at your stomach but certainly wanted to go lower. Unknowingly, you tilted your head back and held your lips open to release a sigh that you never knew was approaching, your eyes becoming hooded as you began to relax into Youngjo’s grip. You couldn’t understand why you felt such a connection with him or why he made you feel so warm, but you honestly didn’t mind at this point. Something about him told you to trust him.

Even though you were promised an explanation from Hwanwoong, you never got one. Instead, Youngjo got impatient and ordered all of them to leave the room at once, but not before everyone of them got to send their farewells to you. Seoho was first, placing a gentle kiss on your hand. Next came Gunhak who was a little more straightforward by reaching out and placing a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing you on your cheek. Keonhee was next, kissing your hand like Seoho had done, but then bowed graciously to you. Then came Hwanwoong who opted to give you a hug first, wrapping his arms around you and then kissing the top of your head. Lastly was Dongju, who simply placed his finger under your chin and winked at you. It was at that moment that you became very aware that you were completely at the mercy of Youngjo.

Once Youngjo was certain you two wouldn’t be disturbed, he finally turned to you and smirked at you, “We’ve been waiting to see when you would come back home.” Home? “Of course, darling. This is your home after all. Surely you’ve noticed the mark on your arm?” Youngjo asked curiously, already knowing your answer since he watched you acknowledge it minutes earlier. Also, you were fairly certain you never spoke a word to Youngjo yet, so how did he know what you were thinking? Youngjo took this opportunity to unbutton the button keeping his blazer together, removing the fabric from his body to reveal his honeyed skin to you, noticing the familiar mark on his arm except that it was far darker on his skin than yours.

You couldn’t help but admire Youngjo’s body, feeling your mouth beginning to water at the sight of his abs flexing with every step he took towards you until he was crawling on the bed with you, stopping only when his lips were centimeters from yours. “You look absolutely divine,” Youngjo whispered, leaning forward to connect his lips with yours, you immediately becoming breathless in his embrace. Youngjo smirked against your lips as he leaned into your frame, laying you down completely beneath him as he began to deepen the kiss. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip to indicate his desire and you kindly obliged, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth.

Youngjo’s lips were intoxicating as he continued to steal both your breath and sanity away, barely paying attention to where his hands were going until you felt his fingers slip into your panties and prod at your soaked hole. When Youngjo felt how wet you were, you felt him groan into your mouth as he pressed not one, but two slender fingers into you. The relaxing warmth from earlier soon became a searing heat as Youngjo pushed deeper into you, pressing his lips harshly against yours to swallow the moans that spilled from your lips.

“Fu-fuck Youngjo,” you groaned against his lips, arching your back off of the mattress to feel as much as you could of his fingers as his thumb began to work at your clit, drawing sinful shapes into the bundle of nerves. Youngjo finally tore his lips from yours and smirked at the string of spit that connected the both of you, taking his tongue and licking his lips to break it while his gaze never broke from yours. You swore you could’ve cum from that face alone. But just as your high was building, it was quickly taken away as the feeling of Youngjo’s fingers spreading you open were quickly replaced by... well, nothing.

Wondering why Youngjo would deny you an orgasm like that, you propped yourself up to see Youngjo removing the slacks of his suit to reveal his thick cock resting in his hand. As your eyes widened from the sight, Youngjo chuckled at you while he continued to pump himself to his full length, “I didn’t want you to cum from just my fingers.” Once Youngjo was satisfied with the length of his cock, he grabbed your panties and ripped them from your body, smirking as he held the shreds of fabric in front of your face, “Oops.” You didn’t have time to scold him for ripping such a beautiful set because Youngjo managed to shut you up by sliding his cock deep inside of you.

The stretch Youngjo gave you had you arching so far off the bed that you were sure you almost broke your back, a staggered moan falling from Youngjo’s lips as he felt every ripple of your pussy. “Oh fuck, baby. You’re t-taking me so well,” Youngjo praised as he stilled against you, trying to get his bearings together before he came from just entering you. You were that addictive to him, and he was the same for you.

Youngjo finally got it together as he kept one hand on your hip to pin you to the mattress, taking the other one to place right next to your head to keep himself upright in order to fuck you as deep as possible. Youngjo then drew his hips back, groaning out from the wetness coating his cock and the tightness of your pussy, and then slammed back into you slowly and precisely to make sure he could hit your spot the first time. He could tell that he did by the way your eyes rolled in the back of your head, earning a smirk from him as he quickened his pace on you.

You couldn’t believe the depths that Youngjo could achieve as he fucked you with so much force that you honestly thought the bed was going to break as it slammed against the wall behind you. As you were being fucked senseless, your hands struggled to find purchase on Youngjo’s shoulders, so you opted for digging your nails into his back and leaving red marks in his skin. Youngjo threw his head back from the sensation as he looked down at you with all black eyes, moaning out, “Goddamn, please do that again.” And so you dug your nails deep into Youngjo’s skin, raking your nails down his back yet again, seemingly fueling the fire burning between you two as Youngjo slammed his hips against yours even harder than before.

It didn’t take long for you to become a hiccupping mess underneath Youngjo as you screamed his name from the top of your lungs, cumming extremely hard around his cock. Your nails were dug so deep into his skin that you were sure you drew blood at this point as you continued to lose your mind around Youngjo, sobbing from the pleasure. The warmth in your body burned the hottest it had all night and you could feel yourself becoming undone the longer Youngjo pounded into you. A part of you wanted Youngjo to stop because you were feeling so good, but the other part of you wanted him to keep going because it felt so good.

“Mmm god, babygirl,” Youngjo moaned in your ear, burying his face into your neck as his grip on your hips tightened to keep you in place to take all of his thrusts the way he intended. You could feel Youngjo’s hips begin to falter, indicating that he was extremely close to cumming. As a last ditch effort, Youngjo wrapped his hand around your throat while he sunk his teeth into the other side, drawing out beautiful red flowers to mark you as his and only his. Youngjo delivered one last thrust into you and moaned out your name as he came deep inside of you, biting down again on your neck, but this time feeling him break the skin from not being able to control his hormones.

Oddly enough, the area where Youngjo bit started to burn with the same heat you had felt when you two were having sex, immediately causing your eyes to open to see Youngjo smirking above you as he was still inside of you. He saw the look of panic on your face but simply shook his head, dismissing your silent question and wiping the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand, “I’ll explain later darling. Right now you need some rest.” Youngjo slowly slipped himself out of you and pushed his slender fingers inside your dripping hole, pushing all of his cum back to where it belonged before kissing you on the forehead, sleep immediately claiming you for the night.

What felt like hours had passed until you awoke again, opening your eyes to see that you were alone yet again, but you were in the same room as before. You slowly picked your torso off of the mattress and leaned against the headboard, trying to get out of bed but where quickly reminded that you received the hardest fucking of your life last night so walking wasn’t exactly the best idea. Instead you sat there and sighed, hoping that someone would come and check on you.

Soon you heard the door open, revealing all six boys from last night, all dressed in their signature black velour suits. All of them looked ravishing as always as they all smiled at you, Youngjo’s smile being a lot bigger than the others as he shot you a quick wink. Expecting him to come forward, you were pretty surprised to see Gunhak walking over to you and grabbing your hand, turning it over to examine your wrist. Much to your surprise, the faded mark had darkened into what seemed to be a sword with two half circles surrounding it, the exact same mark you had seen on Youngjo the night before.

“Welcome Home.”

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redroseravn · 2 years

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please send requests for oneus smut i need ideas. i’ll do most things but i probably won’t do anything related to breeding or golden showers.

#oneus smut #leedo smut #xion smut #ravn smut #keonhee smut #seoho smut #hwanwoong smut #dongjusmut #dongju smut #youngjo smut #kim youngjo smut #smut

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byeongqueen · 3 years

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Um🌠(●’◡’●)ﾉ hi 🌠could I please get a little 👉nsfw👈 drabble or something like that written for 🌌Mr🌌 🌚Ravns🌚 and 🥴Leedo🥴 (threesome (?)) With a size and breeding kink (if youre comfortable with it). These 🕺Besties💃 got me 🤚🌚feelin some type of way🤚🥴

There you go, hope it's not shit hehe tell me if I got the kinks right, I wasn't familiar with them.

Pairing: Reader x Ravn x Leedo

Genre: Smut, Threesome

Word Count: 220

The atmosphere was intense, you could feel it in every inch of your body. You were pinned to the bed, Geonhak's large frame hovering over you, your hands attached to the frame of the bed. He was pushing inside, and outside of you, while Youngjo's lips were attached to you neck, leaving bruises all over the exposed skin. You looked so small, so vulnerable while trapped between the two of them. They took turns in pleasuring you, almost like torturing you sometimes. They were both edging themselves, getting always closer, closer and closer. Geonhak lips were close to your ears, whispering his dirty thoughts, with that low and raspy voice of his.

"Who's gonna breed you baby ? Who do you think that would be huh?"

As he got so close to his end, he made a small motion for Youngjo to come over. It was even more impressive now, that the two of them were looking at you like that, with lust and desire filled eyes. It wasn't long until you could feel Geonhak's hot load spurting into you. He pulled out as soon as he was done, so Youngjo could take his place, and do the same thing, right after. They both then fell next to you, on either side of your body, to caress your small body.

#oneus #oneus smut #oneuswewriters #youngjo #kim youngjo #ravn #ravn imagines #oneus ravn #hwanwoong #oneus geonhak #leedo #leedo smut #ravn smut #drabble #size kink #smut

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dirtykpopsnaps · 3 years

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Here’s the request for Ravn!

#dirty kpop snaps #kpop snaps #dirtysnaps #kim youngjo #kim youngjo smut #oneus ravn #oneus ravn smut #oneus #oneus smut

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taeyongdoyoung · 4 years

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summary: the forest is your only escape from the everyday troubles with your family until you find danger lurking behind the trees. or rather, danger finds you. your fateful encounter with the vampire ravn leaves you wishing for a different life. you strike an unexpected deal with the stranger that will soon turn into something more…

pairing: vampire!ravn x reader

genre: vampire!au, angst, humour, romance, smut

warnings: blood mentions, betrayal, panic attack, secrets, sensual (?) biting, ravn could eat this girl raw and she’d probably thank him (but he’s being a gentleman, as usual), kink discussion, self-doubts, fears, lots of kissing, y/n recites poetry again, swearing (like twice), fingering, blowjob, possessiveness

word count: 2.4k

author’s note: i just wanted to give yall something nice before all hell breaks loose. enjoy

part one 🌙 part two 🌙 part three 🌙 part four 🌙 part five 🌙 part six 🌙 part seven 🌙 part eight 🌙 part ten🌙 part eleven 🌙part twelve 🌙 epilogue

The minute you opened the door to Ravn’s castle, your current home, you ran into his arms and started crying inconsolably.

“Y/N, what happened?” he asked you and stroked your back in an attempt to comfort you.

“You were right,” you choked out. “Leedo was that wolf…that werewolf who followed me.”

“Did he confirm it?” Ravn felt the need to know.

“Not really,” you admitted. “But when I mentioned that night, he said ‘so that’s what you did to escape’. He said it in such a way that I just knew it was him. You should have seen his face,” you explained and you shuddered at the thought.

“So you don’t have any material proof?”

You shook your head weakly.

“But I should have trusted you,” you insisted. “I was such an idiot.”

“Does he suspect you know he’s a werewolf?” your boyfriend completely ignored your momentary self-bullying because he was more concerned about your life being intact.

“I don’t think so,” you murmured anxiously. But he knew you had a boyfriend. And that you lived close to the forest. How could you tell Ravn that you’d accidentally let it slip? Your heart was beating so rapidly you feared it would come out of your chest any second. You were completely terrified. Not of being killed, no, that didn’t scare you in the slightest. Your biggest fear was disappointing Ravn. Letting him down would be worse than death itself, you thought.

“What are you not telling me?” Ravn whispered coldly.

“H-how did you know?” you asked, suddenly feeling so feeble and pathetic.

“I can hear your blood pumping faster in your veins. It’s a bit distracting, to be honest,” Ravn chuckled and caressed your neck teasingly.

“Are you hungry?” you didn’t want to neglect his needs.

“Don’t try to change the subject,” your boyfriend scolded you. “What are you keeping from me?”

You looked away from him guiltily and made a poor attempt at escaping his soft touch, but he held you down as swiftly as you’d tried to flee.

“Y/N…how am I supposed to know what I did wrong if you’re not talking to me?”

Oh, no. He thought he was the one at fault. How could you break his heart like this? You somehow gathered the courage to face him again.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Ravn,” you reassured him. “It is me who fucked up. I…told Leedo that I have a boyfriend and that we live close to the forest.”

Ravn swallowed nervously but didn’t interrupt you, instead choosing to let you finish.

“I didn’t tell him your name or that you’re a vampire,” you immediately defended yourself, without waiting to be attacked, trying to make it sound as if your mistake wasn’t that fatal. “And it’s not like I was bragging about you, it just slipped unintentionally, I swear!”

Ravn grabbed your arms. For a brief moment, you thought he would just get it over with. Nothing could have prepared you for what came next.

“Y/N, breathe,” he was trying to calm you down. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“But the ground rules…”

“Are for your safety rather than mine,” Ravn informed you. “I’ve lived hundreds of years. Even a whole pack of werewolves cannot scare me,” he smirked confidently and you had to confess, you found that very attractive of him.

“There has to be something that scares you. Everyone has fears,” you pointed out reasonably.

“The only thing that terrifies me is losing you,” your boyfriend ran a hand across your cheek.

“So, turn me,” you immediately offered a solution to his one fear. “If you make me like you, you will never have to lose me.”

Ravn pulled away from you.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said and added, jokingly. “And besides, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t like to spend eternity with me. It can grow very boring.”

“Don’t you trust me?” you teased him. “I would stay with you forever if given the chance.”

Ravn smiled softly.

“Well, it’s not up to you, is it?”

You huffed in annoyance but decided it wasn’t in your favour to act like a brat. You didn’t deserve anything. Not after what you had done…

“So…you’re not mad at me?” you inquired, testing the waters.

“Would you still be breathing if I were really mad at you?” Ravn joked in a gentle manner.

“Can’t argue with that one,” you sighed. “But seriously. I’m genuinely sorry for letting it slip that you live close to the forest. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something were to happen to you.”

“We,” he corrected you.

“Huh?”

“We live close to the forest. You shouldn’t worry about me. I can take care of myself. But can you? You need to work harder on your self-preservation instincts.”

“But I don’t need to. You can take care of me, instead,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, perfectly playing the damsel in distress role.

Ravn proved you wrong. With one brisk movement, he twirled you around and tightened his hold on you, his teeth dangerously close to your neck.

“You shouldn’t count on a cold-blooded animal like me to take care of you,” he hissed next to you. You would have trembled if you weren’t so embarrassingly turned on by his words. You simply closed your eyes, anticipating his fangs to pierce your neck. You were left with a shocking sensation of unfulfillment and disappointment when this didn’t happen.

“You’re such easy prey, it’s no fun,” Ravn complained and let go of you.

You gave him a sad and dissatisfied look.

“Do you want me to run around the castle like an idiot?”

“I’d rather you didn’t let me get away with using you for blood.”

You furrowed you brows in confusion.

“But…that was the initial arrangement?” you reminded him. “You let me stay, I let you drink from me.”

“I know that,” Ravn spat out, getting frustrated for some reason. “But the arrangement didn’t mention anything about a change in dynamics. We didn’t expect there’d be feelings involved.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“You’re my girlfriend. It isn’t right of me that I’m also using you as a food source.”

“But I like it,” you enunciated slowly.

“Why?” Ravn seemed sincerely dumbfounded by your admission.

“Why do you like drinking my blood?” you challenged him. “I just do, I don’t have a particular reason for it.”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes sarcastically.

“I like drinking your blood, because I’m a vampire, love. Or did you forget that?”

You chuckled idiotically.

“Semantics. Whatever the cause, why can’t we just both enjoy ourselves? And each other…”

Ravn shrugged.

“Since you’re making it so hard for me to resist you,” he groaned and dug his teeth into your neck without much warning. You didn’t need it, though. By now, you had grown accustomed to his primal instincts and the way he shifted so abruptly from calm and peaceful to lethal and animalistic. It was refreshing that even when he continuously surprised you, there was still a large part of him that just felt so…familiar. Like home.

A couple of minutes later, Ravn stopped feeding from you, leaving a sort of emptiness inside you. The sensation of giving him your blood felt so strangely intoxicating that sometimes you found yourself wishing it could last forever. However, you knew that wasn’t very sensible, because then, you’d bleed out to death. And you were certain neither you nor Ravn would enjoy that very much.

He pressed a piece of cloth against your neck to stop the bleeding and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. You looked up at him, completely awestruck by his cold beauty.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured apologetically, somewhat ashamed of his actions.

“What for? It’s only natural,” you responded quietly.

“Damnit, Y/N, there is nothing natural about my existence.”

“Stop,” you said, determined to change his mind.

Ravn simply blinked at you in confusion.

“Stop acting like I’m supposed to view you as some sort of monster, because you’re not,” you explained, getting aggravated by the way he disregarded himself. “There is no one else I’d rather be with than you. You’ve given me more than you could possibly imagine. You need to stop being so hard on yourself, okay? I wish every minute with you could last eternity, Ravn. So, please, stop saying such morbid things about your existence. If anything, I am grateful for it.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes filled with tears and for a short while he allowed himself to be vulnerable, let them fall down his cheeks like tiny raindrops. You didn’t know vampires could cry. And yet, why not? They were human once…Instead of saying anything, Ravn pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head in such a gentle way that made you feel so protected, so special. Then, he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you hid your face in his chest, feeling ever so small. When he laid you down, you could swear you were minutes away from melting into a puddle. His lips met yours halfway, eager to be closer, to get as much from one another as you possibly could.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured into your mouth and caressed your cheek gently.

“And you’re so cold,” you reminded him needlessly.

Ravn shrank away from your touch, his gaze pained; he was obviously offended by you pointing out how his freezing skin affected you.

“No, no, don’t take it the wrong way,” you were quick to reassure his anxiety. “I like that about you. Opposites attract, remember?”

Ravn seemed quite upset by your words. You had intended to ease his mind, but instead…you kept saying the wrong things.

“Would you not like me if I were human? If I were…warm?”

You shook your head.

“I would like you even if you were a volcano, as long as you’re still you. I mean…your personality,” you insisted.

“Really?” Ravn was surprised by the closest thing you’d come to a confession. “You’d stay?”

You nodded adamantly.

“Of course I would! But…there’s no way of finding out, right?” as far as you were aware vampirism was incurable.

“Right,” he confirmed curtly. “Now, where were we?”

You smirked and traced a line across his cheek with the help of your finger.

“Somewhere very, very nice,” you whispered. “My love is like to ice and I to fire.”

“You know your Spenser, my sweet love,” Ravn praised you and attacked your neck. Not with his fangs but with soft kisses. This was it, then? You were going to die from embarrassment.

“I do quite enjoy him, I admit,” you mumbled absent-mindedly.

“Oh? Tell me, darling, who do you enjoy more? Him…” Ravn pulled away from your neck, which caused you to whimper helplessly at the sudden emptiness you felt. “Or me,” and with that he returned his attention to you, sneaking a hand between your thighs. You were begging and moaning uncontrollably at this point, but because you were an incorrigible brat, you couldn’t help but tease him:

“I don’t know, I’ll have to think about it, maybe even do some research.”

“Research, huh?” Ravn chuckled and curled his long fingers inside of you. “Allow me to provide you with a primary source. To make your research more…hm…satisfying.”

“F-fuck,” you feebly let out the most corrupt sounds imaginable.

“That’s not very academic of you, love,” your boyfriend laughed into your neck, sending sudden vibrations to your body that further augmented your pleasure.

“I’m s-sorry,” you stammered.

“Sorry?” Ravn mocked you playfully. “Look at yourself, darling. You’re not sorry at all.”

You sneaked a peak at your already trembling legs and his beautiful arm discovering the secret realms between them. You cringed at your display of weakness, but the vampire immediately noticed your expression and made you feel comfortable again.

“Relax, love. Can you do that for me? Can you let yourself go, hm?”

You affirmed, eager to prove that you could do that, you could do anything he asked of you. Seconds later, you reached your high, coming all over his fingers, as he held you down with his lips still on your neck. You had seen galaxies in photographs but they were nothing like the galaxies you saw in front of your eyes in that brief moment, which slipped away as quickly as it had arrived.

“You…you’re trying to kill me,” you giggled.

“Au contraire, my darling, I would like you to lead a long, happy existence in my arms. If you allow me to take care of you, that is.”

“What, you expected me to say ‘no’ to that?” you continued laughing, eternally amused by the way he expressed himself.

“It pleases me immensely that you keep saying ‘yes’.”

You smiled smugly, an idea suddenly forming in your head.

“Now it’s my turn to make you say ‘yes’,” you told him and escaped his grasp swiftly, pushed him down onto the bed and began unbuckling his belt.

“You don’t h-have to…” Ravn spoke softly.

“Shut up. I want to,” you insisted and made your way downwards, planning on kissing every inch of him. Once you’d reached your final destination, you looked up at him, as if asking for permission to continue.

“What’s wrong?” Ravn asked you, visibly concerned.

“N-nothing, I’m just making sure you want me to…”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he blinked at you in surprise.

You didn’t press him for further information and gingerly licked the tip of his cock.

“S-shit,” Ravn groaned and held onto your hair tightly. You were shocked to find out his action thrilled you. You glanced up to see his eyes half-shut. You wrapped your lips around his length and did your best to bring him as much pleasure as he’d given you. He whimpered beneath your touch, which would have caused you to smirk if your mouth wasn’t so full. You moved your head up and down, aiming at fastening your pace and it wasn’t long before he warned you that he was close and that you might want to pull away. However, you had quite different intentions and stayed put, swallowing every last drop of him.

“You look like a vision,” Ravn told you.

You blushed and giggled simultaneously because you very much doubted the validity of his statement.

“I’m literally a mess right now,” you pointed out.

“But you’re mine,” Ravn responded, the hint of possessiveness making you feel more desired and needed than ever. “You’re my beautiful mess.”

To be continued…

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hanbin-s-ssi · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 2 : Fingering from this promt list.

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[7:52pm 💌] You were sure Youngjo was trying to kill you. There was no other reason for why he was moving so painfully slowly inside of you, his fingers, long and beautiful and slick with your arousal between your legs as he ignored your whimpers and pleas for more. He only continued his excruciatingly slow movements, dragging his middle and ring fingers out from inside you, all the way up and out and bringing them over your clit, only to snake them back in seconds later; deliberate. Curling them once his knuckles stopped him from digging you out any further, again and again.

'Please,' you begged, writhing in his lap, arms wound tightly behind your back, his own arm across yours, keeping you from touching him.

Your breath was hot and mangled at his throat, and though you couldn't see his face you knew the look he was wearing. Insufferably soft eyes staring down at your form in his lap, no haste or remorse in them for practically torturing you like this for what felt like hours. Only adoration and that was probably what you hated most; that he could look at you so lovingly as he was making you fall apart. His lips were probably parted, his lithe tongue darting out quickly to wet the corners. Something he did normally and unconsciously. Something that would most likely make you crumble now and dissolve further into nothing on top of him.

'I know baby, I know,' his breath fanned against your temple as he whispered, a smile in his voice. 'Just hold on a bit longer for me.' He was requesting it like it should be so easy for you. Like your legs weren't quivering on either sides of his thighs as you straddled him, any attempts you'd made to quicken the pace, thwarted by his free arm holding you securely around the waist, effectively trapping your arms and granting you little mobility. Like your insides weren't clamping onto his fingers like a vice at the smoky texture of his voice. Like his teasing hasn't been enough to make you cry and claw at his forearm holding you still. When you weren't shaking and muttering nonsense and when he wasn't fogging up your senses with his fingers inside you and his breath on your skin, you would very much like to have a chat with him about this kink of his. But right then, his hand around your waist squeezed you closer to his chest as he curled his fingers again slowly, his lips feathering soft kisses against your forehead and temple, down your cheek as you shuddered once more.

God. He was so deep. You could hear how wet you were every time he withdrew his hand and it was making your face hot. You could see your arousal drip down his knuckles and ruin his light wash denim pants. You could feel the oncoming embarrassment when you eventually would have to leave this room, with your knees chattering under you and the stupid cocky look on his face as he ignored the glances. You could feel the orgasm you could have if only he would move. Give you anything, more than this slow torture.

'Look at me,' he whispered against your cheek, barely waiting for you to tilt your head up before his lips found yours and he was snaking his tongue between your teeth. If it were even possible, he slowed down even more, relishing the way you squirmed and squeezed around him when he nipped at your lips, as if to provoke you. He began rubbing slow circles into your clit with his thumb as his lips ghosted over yours softly, only his fingertips remained inside of you and nothing was enough. You pressed into him, capturing his lips briefly, only for him to pull away, a smile pulling at their corners. He was so smug about making you into a mess, you could hardly stand his stupid face right now.

'I really hate you,' you huffed, attempting to separate your chest from his without the use of your arms, but his grip on you only tightened. In reply, he speared his digits into you, curling and rubbing at your g spot before quickly retreating and doing it again. Finally, it seemed, he actually wanted to fuck you rather than play games and you didn't know if you were happy about it as your thighs began to spasm. Your body was shuddering and oxygen was clambering out of your chest in hiccupped breaths.

'No you don't. Now be good and cum for me.'

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twisted-tales-of-all · 4 years

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Stumbling Around Fate

Werewolf-Vampire-Hybrid!Reader x Werewolf!Ravn ;; Kinktober Masterlist sub!AFAB!reader

Anon Request

Summary: You drink to forget being exiled, but end up at love hotel with a cute boy from your ex-pack after spilling a drink on his expensive suit - or that’s what you thought. Turns out, he twisted his fate into his own hands and planned it out a bit.

Word Count: 1433

Contains: Alcohol usage, drunken sex, love hotel, regret, fluff, mention of mates/mating, unprotected sex

"Leave. Don't come back. You don't belong here."

You knew the day would come, and you're shocked you lasted this long, but the pack leader finally learned that you're half-vampire. As expected, he kicks you out of the pack in front of everyone. You grab your bag, throwing valuables in, and walk away from everyone without saying a word.

By now, you've familiarized yourself with the area, so you know exactly where to go. In the closest town, there's a bar open 24 hours that often houses sad and lost creatures. The owner opened this bar after being exiled by the dragons for dating a cat-boy, but the couple is now thriving with the bar and their marriage. You made friends with his husband, who said that you're always welcome to stay at the bar. When you arrive, bag in hand, the owner immediately knows what happened.

"Your drinks are on me tonight. What would you like?"

With a forced smile to thank him, you order a drink that will hit you hard. You chat with him through the next two as well. After ordering your fourth beverage, you tell him that you'll be over at the booth and possibly asleep. About halfway to the booth, however, you trip over something, accidentally spilling your whole drink on someone walking by.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'll pay for the cleaning. I'm so sorry." As you look up to meet his eyes, you're greeted by a familiar face, "Young Jo?"

"Please, don't call me that. I go by Ravn outside of the camp. Anyway, how are you planning to pay when you were exiled without a cent to your name, huh, Vampy?"

"My name is Y/N. You know that, so don't call me Vampy. I'll pay any way I need to. I can work for you if you need me to. Either way, I'll pay it." You claim, determined to be a good person.

"Okay, then. Grab your bag and follow me."

You watch him pay for a full bottle of strong alcohol. Then, you clumsily follow him down the street and into a 'love hotel' before asking him what you need to do to pay off the suit he's wearing.

"Don't worry, babe. You'll pay it off tonight with me."

Still tipsy, you question the situation in your head. You had found Young Jo attractive since you met him, but you assumed he would only see you as a friend at best. He never flirts with anyone, so you wouldn't expect him to set foot in a place like this. You can't comprehend that the two of you came here together, so you refuse to believe that he brought you here to pay with your body.

When you get to the room, Ravn looks at you with judging eyes, so you don't know what to think. He gives you a once-over before sitting down and opening the bottle he bought at the bar.

"Do you want some? I'll gladly drink it all, but you're free to join me."

He holds out the bottle, so you accept his offer and take a huge swig without any regard for the strength of the alcohol. He watches your neck intently, smirking when you finish. Handing him the bottle again, you already feel the intense results hitting you, your body warmer, your vision fuzzier. You try to focus on Young Jo as he takes a drink, but your wolf senses mix with the alcohol and make you sex-focused, so you whine at him.

"Why'd you bring me here, Young Jo? I just wanna- I just wanna..." You trail off, forgetting the reason you followed him here as thoughts of having sex with him cloud your mind.

"Ravn. I already told you, it's Ravn. Don't worry. I just need one more drink before we can start."

He takes one last swig from the bottle, replaces the cap, and places it on the bedside table. He then tells you to lay down on the bed and make yourself comfortable. You listen without question, even though you don't know why.

Once you're settled, you look over and see him take his shirt off. You instinctually look away, but he sees you and laughs at your reaction.

"We're going to fuck, but you won't even look at me shirtless? You're interesting, Y/N."

"We're... going to fuck? Like, for real? You don't care that I'm a half-blood?"

"Why do you think I drank so much? I'll forget everything that happens here tonight, but you offered to pay for the clothes, and I've always found you super attractive, so why not?"

"You..."

"Oh, shut up and kiss me. I think you're too drunk to comprehend." As he says it, he crawls onto the bed and hovers above you, waiting for your move.

Thanks to the alcohol and lust, you gather enough confidence to pull him in for a kiss. Once you take that first step, Ravn takes the wheel, unbuttoning your shirt as he continues the kiss, increasing the passion as he finishes with the buttons. He moves down to your neck and collarbones for a brief moment before moving further down to your chest. A slight moan escapes your lips as he trails kisses down your body.

"Ravn, please. Stop teasing."

He raises an eyebrow, "Oh? Here I was trying to treat you so nicely, but you must not want that."

When you don't fight his comment, you watch his eyes darken as he understands what you want. Your hands quickly move to his pants, rushing to pull them off. He follows by removing your pants and underwear at the same time.

"Control me, Ravn."

A deep growl echoes through the room. Ravn understands instantly, tearing his underwear off and positioning himself above you. You lift your chin at him for easy access to your neck, and he takes advantage of it, wrapping one hand around your neck tightly.

"You like it rough, aye? Then, I hope you're prepared not to walk tomorrow."

With a smirk, you watch as his eyes glow yellow as he lets his wolf take control. The grip on your throat tightens as he pushes inside you, filling you nicely. Another growl echoes in the otherwise quiet room as he adjusts to your hole. From the moment he begins moving, it's rough, feral sex as he pounds into you with no regard for how you feel. As his hand stays wrapped around your neck, only short, high-pitched whines leave your lips, but they seem to fuel him more. After a while, he moves both of his hands to your waist, using his adjusted grip to hit deeper with more momentum.

Now that you can speak, you moan his name a lot, which increases the grunts you hear from him. However, after hearing his real name slip out, he stops and pulls out suddenly, confusing you. When you look at him, you see his eyes are back to normal. He sits at the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, mumbling something about a mate.

"Ravn, are you okay?" You ask, still trying to breathe normally.

"I want to mate."

"But we just were, weren't we?"

"No, no. Not fuck. I want to mate with you. I can't keep going like this."

You're shocked, knowing that he genuinely wants to mate with you rather than just fucking as payment for his suit. The surprises continue as he speaks up again.

"I knew this was a bad idea, but I've known that you were my mate for a while. I didn't know how to approach you about it. I was hoping you'd realize it too, so I'm sorry for throwing this on you if you didn't know, but-"

You don't know where you gather the strength, but you cut him off with a kiss. As you pull away, his face softens when he sees your smile.

"I'd love to mate with you, Ravn, but maybe we should do it without the alcohol."

He lights up and quickly agrees to your suggestion.

"It doesn't matter that you're exiled. I don't care that you're a half-blood. This pull is far too strong. Let's get a place together. I've been waiting for you to sense your mate, but I couldn't wait any longer. I had to follow you to that bar, and this isn't how I wanted it to end up."

"But it worked, didn't it?" You can't help but giggle at his alcohol-ridden rambling, "Ravn, shut up. Let's sleep here for now. We can figure things out tomorrow."

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babysubinnie · 4 years

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i love you. // kim youngjo (ravn)

🌙 pairing:: kim youngjo (ravn) x reader 🌙 genre:: angst, fluff, emotional 🌙 summary:: saying i love you for the first time was not easy for youngjo, but it wasn’t easy for you especially since nothing came out of your mouth when it was your turn to speak.

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“i have something to tell you.” youngjo grabbed my wrist taking me into the recording studio. i laughed and sat on the couch before he told me to stand up to sit with him at the sound desk. he played one of his songs in the background, it was a slow ballad and he turned my chair to face him.

“i love you. it’s the first time i’m saying it to you and i need you to know. you’re my girlfriend, and i needed to tell you that i love you. i love you so much it’s driving me insane.” his eyes filled with tears while he put his hand on my cheek. i looked down starting to pant. i liked him, a lot. he was the most perfect guy in the entire world but did i love him?

“youngjo.. i don’t know what to say.” i bit my lip looking down at the ground. i wish i said something different. i wish i could have said i loved him back but i didn’t know. why couldn’t i say it back?

“apparently, you don’t love me enough to say it back.” he smashed the space bar to pause the song then stood up walking in the direction of the recording room.

“kim youngjo. where are you going?” i shouted after him standing up to face him. i shook my head biting my lip because i was nervous. he was the man of my dreams, my entire high school life, i was looking for a guy like youngjo, and i found him. he ignored me opening the door leaving the room.

over the next month, i thought about youngjo every day. there wasn’t one day i didn’t think about him. i needed to tell him i loved him. i fucking loved him. i fucking loved him and i didn’t get to tell him the second he told me. i was stupid, i couldn’t tell him i loved him because i was scared? what the fuck is that? i’m so fucking stupid.

“youngjo!” i ran into all the rooms and finally found the room he was in. all the oneus boys were in there but i didn’t care. youngjo was practicing and sweating, but i grabbed his wrist pulling him into a hug.

“i love you. i love you so fucking much kim youngjo.” i smiled pulling away to look him in the eye. he pushed me off and continued to practice.

“what do want me to do say, i love you too?” i looked over at keonhee and he shrugged looking down. what was i supposed to say to that?

“you said you were in love with me.” i teared up when i finally replied to him. i took a deep breath walking back over to him dragging him out of the room but he wouldn’t let me. xion was staring at us but seoho dragged him out of the room.

“i say a lot of things.” he walked over to the side to get a towel to wipe his sweat. he then turned to look at me rolling his eyes. i was shocked. it was only one month, and he changed. what did i do?

“but you’re in love with me. you said you loved me. aren’t you in love with me?” i bit my lip, hard. i took another deep breath. i grabbed his arm turning him to look at me because he looked away.

“of course i’m in love with you. you’re the only person in the entire world that i’ve ever loved. you’re the fucking love of my life. i know i said i don’t love anyone, but i fucking love you. i always will even if you don’t say it back automatically. you’re my girl, and you’ll always be my girl.”

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