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[kpopnlockit]

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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[ovampirico]

— HAPPY BIRTHDAY '

&. 25/02/2024 ❛★. insp. @hyeincovers

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[eroctickboys]

[🔞Requested: RAVI]

DancingCoach!Ravi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[cherrysarchives]

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🔞 - sᴘɪᴄʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Ships ꘎

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[biasedwriting]

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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[witchakyeon]

❧ Dahlia | Rabin Oneshot

“What am I going to do with you?” Wonshik chuckled, the sound falling off into a moan as Hongbin rolled his hips to nudge his cock against his thigh. He gently squeezed his partner’s waist and leaned down to suck one of his nipples into his mouth, teasing the sensitive skin just the way he liked. “You can do whatever you want...” Hongbin murmured as he tugged at Wonshik’s hair, his breath catching in his throat as his partner tugged his nipple with his teeth. Just on the verge of being too much, it hurt in the best way possible. He wanted more, wanted everything he could give him.

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[squeallywrites]

Centuries Ch.7

The next morning before sunrise, Ravi meets Ryn at the stables. She’s all set to go but whips her hand out to stop him just as he lifts his foot. Her eyes scan the area with a stern scrutiny before nodding to him to get on his horse. Taking the reins, she races from the stable, Ravi not far behind.

For the better part of the day, the rode across the land. It was weird, he thought to himself, seeing this world before all the development of his time. Here and now everyone has to pull their own weight to survive. There aren’t any shortcuts and definitely no quick journeys.

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In the early evening, they past through a dense woodland far from the village that she began to slow down.

“Where are we?” Ravi calls as he urges his steed to match her pace.

Of course she didn’t reply as

He followed suit, watching her closely. Dismounting, she guides her horse to the water before taking her saddle off its back. Stepping across the two rocks, she sets it down in a small clearing, one that’s just barely able to hold two tents. Ravi just stands there and watches as she begins to set up a small tent. Just as she’s finishing her’s, he snaps out of it and joins her. Granted his is not the best. He never went camping as a kid, only really ever seeing it done in shows from America, but at least his tent is standing…For now. Glancing over at hers, it was strong and sturdy. Done with practiced hands. One day, he will figure it out, but until then, he’ll just have to deal with how ever it falls.

With camp set up, she bumps Ravi with her bow before taking off. Not having much weapons, he simply trails behind her. After a few minutes, Ryn freezes and kneels down to look at the ground. Upon noticing that her ward isn’t paying attention, she grabs his hand and yanks. Ravi falls to his knees and before he can say anything, Ryn takes his head and forces it to looks ahead at the ground.

Deer prints.

“Oh, you’re showing me how to track,” he murmurs under his breath. Ryn smacks him on the head and gestures to focus on the trail. Her fingers inspect the track, running along the crisp edge. Her eyes snap up before she begins to move in the direction they faced, keeping low to the ground.

Following the trail for while, they finally stumble across a small doe. Ryn grabs Ravi’s shoulder and pushes for him to get low to the ground. Carefully, she pulls an arrow from her quiver and draws her bow. Taking a deep breath, her fingers release; her aim tried and true as the deer falls to the ground. Walking over to it, Ryn kneels before gently petting the deer’s head while lowering her, almost in thanks or reverence to something. Standing, she gestures for Ravi to come out of hiding. With a nod of her head, she begins to walk back to camp.

Ravi looks between her and the corpse on the forest floor before picking it up. ‘This is going to be a long trip.’

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[killjoy-loveit]

Almost Like a Song (Listen Closer)

A/N: Twentieth spook season post, I’m excited (and apparently filled with angst)! I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality.

Summary: “It’s only when you think to listen for the things that might be missing that you can find them.”

Word Count: 580

Genre: Fluff (?), kind of just a piece that makes you think

     Cold air whipped about, ruffling your hair. The sun had long since set, allowing the moon to take its place. Something about the moon at night always felt calm. It was ethereal in a way. To know that it was always there, even when it couldn’t be seen. What other things were out there, existing, but had yet to be seen? Are they as stable as the moon’s placement in the sky? Or are they ever-changing like the stars? A shiver ran down your spine. So many dark things could be lurking about, dangerous things that have yet to be sighted.

     “You okay?” Ravi questioned, stepping behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist and he set his chin on your shoulder. The sound of his slow, even breathing filled your ear.

     “Mmm,” You nodded, leaning back into his embrace. 

     The moon wasn’t the only thing to be seen at such late hours. In such a busy city, it seemed that the lights never went out. Buildings with neon signs lit up, indicating that despite the late hour, they were open for business. Cars speeding down the busy roads, headlights not even necessary at night. How is it possible to get used to this? A constant state of motion, never slowing down or stopping? How did people sleep at night near such noise? Yet, somehow you could.

     Maybe it’s your own version of white noise, or a lullaby. The sounds that lead you to a deep, relaxing sleep. It’s funny how people change. At one point it would’ve seemed ridiculous that sounds of cars passing in the night, construction work being done, or people talking too loudly on the sidewalk could ever be peaceful. At one point it was annoying. Could this city never be quiet? Was there a war against silence in this place? But now it felt right. It was a constant reminder that life was moving, going on around your small little bubble.

     “It’s a nice night out.” Ravi murmured in your ear. By the lilt in his voice, it was clear he was smiling as he slowly started swaying. 

     “It is.” You brought your hands up to his that were settled on your stomach. “Quieter than usual.”

     He chuckled softly. “What, do you want it to be louder?” The only response you gave was a nod and hum of affirmation. “It is almost like a song- one that is continuous, ever-changing. The dynamics might change but that just means you have to listen closer, for what it’s hiding.”

     You craned your neck to look at him. “But every sound is at the surface, what could it be hiding?”

     “All music has hidden parts. Bits that you don’t hear on the first listen, or the fourth, not even the tenth.” As he spoke his eyes changed, the emotion in them shifting, they became mesmerizing. “It’s only when you think to listen for the things you might be missing that you can find them.”

     Nothing is ever truly only at a surface level. There are layers to even the smallest of things. Places in which people would never think to look. But the one place that is commonly overlooked, is other people. They get taken at face-value, as if there aren’t stories hidden within them, memories that might haunt them, feelings that are bursting just below the surface. Each person holds secrets deep within themselves, the kind that can only be found if you listen and pay attention.

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[zerot0all]

Fantasy | M

.RAVI POV.

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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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[MS]

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[hakyeonsmelanin]

Unforgivable (Ravi x reader)

Hades and Persephone au! He could have given you the world, sun, moon, stars and heavens.

You would still never forgive him.

This is a sequel to my fic prisoner so be sure to read that first!! Warning: grief, suicide, angst, mourning, unrequited love and Ravi being cussed tf out 🤥

“Keep your eyes closed!” The boy chided, holding the girl’s hand and guiding her through the woods. He ignored the heat that rose in his cheeks at the feeling of her smaller fingers wrapped around his own and instead focused on the trees ahead. It wasn’t far now.

“I’m blindfolded! Even if I open them, I still can’t see!”

He only chuckled in response and led her down the path.

“...what is this surprise anyway?”

“If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” It was his turn to get smart now and he relished in her embarrassment, the heating up of her hand against his. She was so cute and she didn’t even know it.

He kept going around the bend, past the old willow tree and-

“We’re here! Are you ready?” With a curt nod from his best friend, he moved behind her and untied the knot of her blindfold.

She opened her eyes to see what had to be the most vibrant, beautiful place on Earth.

“Is this Olympus?” She gawked at the scenery.

Flowers of all kinds grew freely, vivid in colour and sweet smelling. The grass was lush and tickeled her toes as she trod through it and many small birds sat, perched on high branches singing their saccharine tunes. There was a basket filled with fruits laid upon a thin cloth- the type papa sold- in the centre of the meadow.

“Oh, Hakyeon! This is wonderful!” She embraced him tightly and he flushed at her actions but returned them with just as much eagerness. It wouldn’t be the first time they held each other.

How you missed the days of young, innocent love.

How you missed Hakyeon.

~

The thing that hurt you most, since Hakyeon’s death, was how normally life continued on. You still had to wake up in that monster’s realm, you still had to wear the clothes he arranged for you to wear and you to had to dine with him as though nothing had happened.

As though he hadn’t killed the love of your life.

Despite this, you hadn’t spoken a word to each other since. The very sight of him disgusted you, made you want to wretch and gag and spit in his face. He wore a mournful expression these days, knowing that your ‘marriage’ had died with Hakyeon and that any chance he previously had of getting you to love him was far out of reach.

He poured you wine, as usual, but he did not kiss you on the forehead like he used to. He did not try to speak to you or engage you. But he did watch you.

That was all he ever did.

You cut into the meat on your plate and looked up at him, a scowl adorning your features. Your eyes were hard, hateful.

Sadly, he smiled.

At least you looked at him.

~

“You’re deplorable.” Eros, the God of Love, glowered.

“I know, Leo” Wonshik sighed, he didn’t deserve his sweet Y/N, his little one.

“You kidnapped her from her realm, forced her to marry you, kept her there for two whole years without any contact from the mortal world and killed the man she loved right in front of her eyes...and-and you thought that would make her love you?” His voice was heavy with distain and Wonshik had to keep the small flare of annoyance he felt under control. He didn’t come here to be berated.

“Yes. But I need to make amends. I need to make her happy again.”

At this the God of Love laughed.

“I sensed there was something wrong but I couldn’t quite trace it, I couldn’t find the problem. That sense, that feeling stayed with me for two years and I couldn’t do a thing about it. Now I know why with the likes of you involved,” Leo snarled, looking Wonshik up and down. He got up and walked up to the forlorn king of the underworld, shaking his head.

“You want to make her happy? That girl, will never be happy so long as you are in her life. Return her to her realm because a creature as miserable and as twisted as you cannot love.”

If he had a heart, it would shattered in that moment.

If he had a heart, he wouldn’t have broken yours.

~

“Little one.” He knocked on your door, mustering up all his strength. Perhaps Leo was right. Maybe you would be better off without him. The more selfish part of him wanted to believe you would love him if he let you go. He knocked again but there was no response.

“Little one.” Wonshik tried again, this time louder and sterner. Again, there was no response. He walked in to see your body, shivering profusely under your blankets, teeth chattering head buried deep into the pillow.

“Y/N? I’m here, I’m here.” He touched her brow, it was burning hot. Her mortal body was much weaker than his and it took him a moment to realise she was ill.

Her eyes opened slightly and when they caught a glimpse of his face, they widened completely and her lips stretched out into a smile. Wonshik’s heart soared at this, she was happy to see him. She had forgiven him!

Her hand made its way up, slowly and gently to cup his face. They trailed the apples of his cheeks, down the slope of his nose, the curvature of his jaw. She opened her mouth to speak.

“H-Hakyeon...I knew it wasn’t real...”

It wasn’t him that she was happy to see.

“I thought I saw you die, I thought that monster killed you! But you’re not dead. You’re not! You’re here...with me... with me...”

“Y/N-“ Wonshik gulped and tried to swallow down the agony he felt. What was he thinking? You would never smile at him like that. But the fact that you truly saw him as a monster, something sickening and unlovable when he had devoted himself endlessly to you broke him. His eyes stung slightly and he rubbed them to keep the tears at bay.

“...I love you so much Hakyeon...just lie down, hold me. Hold me...”

Wonshik lay down and held your body close to his, letting out a deep sigh at how warm you were. He missed being able to touch you, being close to you.

Tonight, he would pretend to be Hakyeon.

Tonight, he would pretend you loved him.

~

You had recovered from your fever a week ago. The pain in your head had subsided, the nausea and shivers had stopped. But waking up next to him instead of Hakyeon was something that horrified you to the core. It showed you just how alone you truly were, how unhappy your existence was.

You had no purpose, you had no freedom. Being confined to the underworld, a dark and despicable place had killed you whilst you were still alive. Hades, or Wonshik, as he so desperately wanted you to call him would keep you by his side for all eternity and you would be forced to look into the eyes of the creature who killed the only thing that kept you going. Dreams of seeing your family again one day, hopes of marrying Hakyeon once being freed from Hades’ selfishness and starting a family with him- those were things that fuelled your will to live.

But that was naïveté at its peak. Hades had taken you two years ago now and you were more than likely presumed dead. You couldn’t go back and disrupt their lives. They must have been set in their ways. Sanghyuk would be twenty now and you had no doubt he’d a handsome, charming young man. Your father was sick when Hades stole you, was he still alive? Your mother- you didn’t even want to think about her poor soul.

There was nothing left to consider.

In that moment, you made your decision.

It was over now.

~

“What are you doing? Little one, get down from there!” Wonshik bellowed, body shaking with terror.

You stood above the River Styx, on the high walls that surrounded it, eyes closed and arms spread like a bird that was ready to fly.

“Y/N! DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT TAKING ANOTHER STEP!” You didn’t even acknowledge him, a strangely peaceful expression on your face.

The wailing of the spirits below you got louder and louder as they scratched the base of the walls. They wanted to devour you.

Wonshik focused his energies on the wall and materialised onto the edge.

“Please, Y/N, I’m begging you! I’m at you mercy, I’m at your knees! Don’t do this, I’ll let you go, you can return to your world and I will never show my face to you again-“

“Wonshik...do you still love me? I’ve been so cold to you, so cruel. I’ve ignored you for months now, haven’t even spoken your name. Do you still love me despite that?”

He nodded with not a single bit of hesitation.

“More than anything in the cosmos.”

At this you began to laugh. It was a cold and bitter sound, icy and unfeeling.

“Good. Because now I want you to feel everything I did when you killed him.”

It all happened so fast.

You fell backwards into the water. The spirits began to shriek, began to howl. They dragged you from every limb and submerged you under the water.

All you could feel was ice.

Coldness.

Nothing.

And wonshik watched, unable to do a thing.

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[thebiasrekkers]

Star of Fate [Vampire!VIXX]

Plot: The longer you stare into darkness, the more  you realize that something could be staring back. Even more so when that  darkness doesn’t want to be brought into the light and will do anything  to stay that way.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Vampire!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: OT6 VIXX x OC(s)

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || Admin L’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2042

AO3 | WP

Tag List: @tanithrea​

© thebiasrekkers (Admin L). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

Chapter 9- Majesty

All the stars and galaxies address me as your majesty So better say your majesty, I might react erratically Throw you in a fire, purify you I'm the sire, my empire's on the rise

Once again, Lucky woke up in an unfamiliar bed but this one was different than the one she had previously woken up in. It was less fancy but still drastically luxurious than whatever she had known. The bed was still that impossibly soft material that she almost didn’t want to get out of with a few huge pillows. Her green eyes opened, trying to focus without her glasses but she could distinctly tell the color of gold that was looking at her. 

She paused for a moment, letting some of the memories come back to her before drawing in breath and scrambling up. A huge hand slapped itself on her mouth before the scream erupted while the other hand clasped the back of her head to keep her in place. Hands scrabbled at the confines but they were ignored as loud shushes came from the man holding her.

“Hey hey! It’s me, Hyuk… remember? I was the one that saved you from those assholes? Look, if I let you go, will you promise not to scream? Ken and Leo are still sleeping while our master is in a bad mood. Hongbin and Ravi were too shy to let you sleep in their beds so I gave you my bed for the night.. or day.”

Lucky had to think for a moment, the name sounding familiar to her. She finally put a face to the name as she remembered the baby faced being that took care of the two guys that killed the man. She nodded slowly and inch by inch, his hand left her mouth as if he was scared she would scream regardless. Grinning, he quickly plucked up her glasses and gave them to her before leaning in to take a whiff of her hair. 

Alarmed, she reared back away from him. Hyuk raised his hands up defensively and to let her know that he meant no harm, just barely containing himself with her there on the bed. 

“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I’m still learning a lot of things when it comes to the whole vampire thing and it doesn’t help that you smell… really good. I don’t know why. Most humans have a stale smell to me. You smell like tangy flowers. It kinda sets my teeth on edge but in a delicious way.”

“I’m sorry.. Did you say vampire?”

The analogy about her smell aside, Lucky’s only thought was the fact that he had mentioned vampires which reminded her of when she was in the police station. So it wasn’t a dream, she realized with cold dread down the entirety of her spine. Hyuk nodded as if he knew what she was thinking, smiling before leaning in closer. She watched as the canines slid out like he was doing nothing but breathing. Before she knew it, she had edged to the side of the bed and when chomped playfully is when she fell right off the thing. Once again, she landed on the floor with a mighty thump and that prompted Hyuk to speed right on over to her. He picked her up, literally right up off the floor like she had weight nothing at all. 

Squirming in his grasp, Lucky tried to get him to put her down since all she needed was a hand to get up. That and she didn’t want to be too close to the fangs that were still extended. A rush and the quick opening of a door could be heard, revealing the droopy eyed vampire she met last night. 

“Oh hey! I--”

“What are you doing Hyuk?! He literally just told us not to feed from her, no matter how good she smells! What’s wrong with you? I can practically hear her screaming!”

Thus started the tug of war between Hyuk and the one whom yelled at Hyuk to stop. He had one of Lucky’s legs in his grasp while Hyuk had her upper body, the both of them bickering back and forth about what was going on. The noise soon grew and attracted the interest of another one. She realized that it was the one she accidentally hit, with the owl eyes. He came around, an annoyed look on his face as his owl-like eyes took in what was going on. 

“You know that Ken and Leo are up now because of you guys..” He leaned against the door frame, lazily eyeballing the area. The vampires both stopped what they were doing, frozen to the spot. Eventually she kicked him in the knee, which prompted him to let her go. The tug of war episode was a welcome distraction despite what all that had transpired but the feeling of danger still didn’t subside, no matter how many times they insisted that she was safe with them. 

And it didn’t help that she was constantly being chomped at or placed into dangerous situations when with them.

After going downstairs to see the rest of them, Lucky could still remember how close they got as she looked at them. She frowned as she got closer to the main floor, however she still stood way off to the side as a precaution against the rest of them. After all, she still didn’t know why she was there and what was going on.   

She walked towards the living area, where there was a huge chair she didn't notice before. Lucky was met at the bottom of the stairs by two vampires that were familiar. They introduced themselves formally as Ravi and Ken. Lucky eyeballed Ken because she still remembered when he went berserk. He gave a wide smile at her, knowing what she was thinking. Ravi leaned over and poked him, shaking his head at the other. Ravi gave her a kind look, as if he was asking for her to forgive them. Lucky looked around the room, thankful that during all that mess–her glasses weren’t broken. 

She noticed two more vampires, one being her savior from the police and the other that she hit. Ravi bent down to her ear, making her jump and introduced them as Hongbin and Leo.

“I believe we can all speak normally with that human around.” Hongbin sneered at them. “I hope the Prince gets rid of her, she’s done enough–”

He didn’t get to finish when Hyuk suddenly appeared in Hongbin’s face, seething. Lucky could see that he was angry as those words and honestly– she was too. She didn’t even want to be in this house with them, knowing she did nothing wrong. Before they could start fighting, a hum could be felt like someone had struck a chord on a guitar. It made the rest of them stand up straight and the hairs on her arms stand up. Leo and Ravi moved to stand next to the chair while the other two, Hongbin and Ken were standing behind her. As Hyuk started to move, his body seemed to go rigid and march directly in front of the chair, kneeling. 

Lucky was about to go to him when another vampire came in. All of them saluted him as he walked in, graceful and menacing. He had almost golden skin, a bit darker than Ravi and his clothes complimented his skin. The black and red robes he had on almost made him look like he was gliding. Once he sat down, he looked at her–and smirked.

Hyuk’s face suddenly fell to the ground, causing him to give a start of surprise.That kind of extreme bow was pushing his face into the floor. He grunted as he tried to resist it but he could not move.

“I–I’m sorry but please don’t kill her! She’s my friend!” Hyuk begged from the floor, unable to get up no matter how hard he tried. “I’ll take full responsibility! Please!”

Lucky could hear Hongbin scoff at his words and before she realized it, she had marched over to Hyuk and tried to pull him back up. She tried with all her might but she couldn’t even get him to budge. A fire burned in her eyes as she glared at them all for not helping, Ravi looking away guiltily but the rest were stone still.

“And what would they do when they know he’s being punished? After all–” The leader stood up from his throne, the robes settling into place as he started to approach her, “Sanghyuk let a human into our world, almost blew the masquerade and he gave her blood to heal.” 

He was directly in front of her face, bending down a bit because of her height. His golden eyes were in slits as he stared at her. Lucky was a bit taken aback by him, the soft voice coming from him but she returned the stare. He stood there for a few minutes, making her eyes water from the staring contest but he stood up and started to walk in a circle around her. His fingers plucked at the shirt she had on, the one Lucky had borrowed from Hyuk right before coming down.

“Lucky for you, there are circumstances that have my attention and you have landed yourself in the thick of it. Nevertheless, Sanghyuk must be punished because these deeds have been made to light.”

“Hyung.. Most of them were not caused by him-” Ravi attempted to say but suddenly he dropped to one knee with the force that would have broken his knees.

“Be glad that I’m not doing more..Wonsik. Not even killing this interesting human.” His hand brushed against her check, moving some of her hair but she didn’t move. He walked to the chair again and sat, his long fingers steeping in thought. A beep broke though the silence and Hongbin grabbed his phone, scrolling through something, Lucky noticed that all of them were suddenly focused on the vampire and when he looked up, he nodded. The leader started to chuckle before turning his attention back to Lucky.

“Well, then. It seems you really are fated to help us.” He remarked, turning his head to look at Ravi. He kept his gaze down and was still kneeling on the floor. The leader looked back and smiled, one that Lucky didn’t trust at all. “I have a proposition for you. You can take it or we will remove your memories properly. The alternative to that is death.”

“How do I know that you’re not going to go back on this? I don’t know you and as far as I knew, you never existed before today.” Lucky scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. He smiled even wider before appearing in front of her face again. He grabbed her by the jaw and lifted her up, her legs dangling. She ended up biting her tongue as that happened, the blood dribbling out of her mouth.

“I don’t have the patience to toy with you as some would. It offends me that you would cast me in the same mold as those other heathens that kidnapped you.” Dropping her, he leaned down to wipe that blood away –still smiling. “Oh yes, I know of everything that has happened to you these last few days. That is why I am offering you this, for protection.”

“You mean for another blood bag?”

“Well I won’t deny that you will have some use to me but that will be explained in the paperwork. As for now, you’re given leave of here. Try not to waste this chance.”

A pair of arms wrapped themselves gently around her and Lucky could feel herself becoming sleepy. She could hear talking but the muffled sound was growing dim along with her vision. As she succumbed to the darkness and was carried out by Ravi with Ken following, Hyuk popped up and thanked the leader, scurrying out. 

Leo came up to him as well as Hongbin with concern in their eyes. He waved them off and soon was left alone in the room. He reached up and licked the blood off his hand, almost shivering as he did so. He had to use all his willpower not to give chase but instead he sat down, looking at his hand in wonder.

“Hakyeon, what have you gotten into this time?”

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[kpopnlockit]

Royal Counsel (Part 16)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     Ready or not, here you came.

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

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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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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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[melancholicillusions]

Taekwoon" Ebony moaned.

Taekwoon looks up from his ramen to the dark skinned female on his couch. No words had to be spoken for him to know what she needed. Handing her a bottle of water.

"Get some rest that bug isn't going anywhere if you don't..." He sighed.

Ebony smiled wondering how she got so lucky. "Can you make me some.." She sits up before running to the bathroom, Taekwoon follows close behind.

"Hey, you okay?"

*Slam*

Ebony closes the door in his face, from the other side he could hear her grunts and moans.

"Ugh.. This is so embarrassing.. I hate this stomach bug."

Leo couldn't help but smile. "Its okay we all do it.." he paused before chuckling, "Just don't stink it up too bad."

"I fucking hate you.."

~Time Skip~

"Did you wanna watch Toy Story or Frozen 2? Not that it matters, you'll probably fall asleep half way through it."

Ebony rolled on her side. He hated seeing her like this, he couldn't help but feel bad for her.

"I don't really care.. Leo I just wanna cuddle."

As Toy Story started to play Taekwoon joined his Ebony goddess in bed wrapping his arm around her waist, resting his head on hers. Within time they both fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

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[chanyouchan]

Dark Side

Quinta capinha feita pelo Photoshop CS6 com as aulas do SW_City.

Estilo: Dark

03/11/2020

Créditos: 1, 2

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