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roseandpeaches · 1 year

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Girl Dad Gyu - Hair

No warnings, just pure fluff. Mingyu is a stay-at-home dad and an amazing girl dad.

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Mingyu sat on the floor, surrounded by an array of hair accessories - clips, bows, and hair ties. He looked at his daughter, who was sitting in front of him, babbling happily and grabbing at the colourful items.

"Alright, Minju, let's see what we can do with this hair of yours," he said with a smile, reaching for a hairbrush.

Minju was barely a year, but boy, could she grow a lion's mane. He wasn't sure if it was something she had inherited from his wife or him, but he knew he had to do something about it. "Just get her a haircut honey," the mother of his child said. He had told her how he didn't want to take it the easy way. He'll need to learn how to handle their daughter's hair in the future anyway - the mere thought of his chubby baby growing got him choked up, but he continued strategising his mission.

Mingyu had taken it upon himself to buy all the hair accessories for Minju. He had even picked up a nice baby friendly hairbrush though his wife had already gotten one when they were preparing for their daughter's arrival, 'All good things comes in two,' he had rationalised to himself. It's fine. Surely, his wife can't be mad for having one extra comb. Right?

As he brushed her soft hair, he realized that he had no idea what he was doing. He had never been the best at styling his own hair, let alone someone else's. But he was determined to figure it out for his daughter. He refuses to find an easy way out. Minju hated going to the salons. Every time the hairdresser approached her delicate head, she'd show off her great set of lungs. Who knew a cute chubby thing like her could let out a mighty cry, loud enough for everyone in Seoul to hear?

Mingyu started with a simple ponytail, using a pink hair tie to hold it in place. He stepped back to admire his work, only to see that the ponytail was lopsided and messy. He groaned, "The tutorial says to do it this way, Minju-ya, why isn't it working?" His daughter, who was oblivious of her struggling appa, was preoccupied with sorting out the colourful hair bands between her chubby legs. At least that's what Mingyu thought she was doing.

He sighed and tried again, this time with a clip. But as soon as he let go of her hair, the clip fell out, and Minju grabbed it, putting it straight in her mouth. Mingyu chuckled at the sight, realizing that this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. He gently pried the clip off her mouth, she had protested but she hadn't protested too hard. It didn't taste as good as it seemed anyway. It was hard even. Minju frowned, her bottom lips stuck out mirroring her appa.

Mingyu had tried different hairstyles - braids, pigtails, and even attempted a messy bun - but nothing seemed to be working. He had gone through millions of tutorials at this point. "Your eomma does it so effortlessly. Surely I can do it too, right, Minju?" Minju just blankly looked at her father. She shoved a bunch of butterfly clips to him instead.

After several failed attempts, Mingyu decided to take a break and sit with his daughter, who was now playing with the hairbrush. As he watched her, he realized that it didn't matter if her hair was styled perfectly or not. She was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He picked her up and held her close, smiling as she giggled and babbled in his ear. Mingyu knew that there were more important things than being good at styling hair, like being there for his daughter and making her feel loved and supported.

As he put Minju down to play, he looked at the mess of hair accessories and laughed. "Maybe we'll just stick with the messy look for now," he said to himself.

Mingyu may not have been a hairstyling expert, but he was a loving father who would do anything for his daughter - even if it meant embracing her messy hair.

Later that day, his wife got home and trimmed their daughter's hair herself. Her mother, being an angel and her salvation, Minju had complied easily. In fact, she had stayed put in Mingyu's hold. "Told you this would be easier," chided his wife. He could only pout.

Author's Note: I might start a series of shorts like this based on Mingyu being a girl dad. I have a few in my drafts just waiting for an edit.

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jeonstellate · 3 months

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my future in your eyes

mingyu still holds onto you, even after all this time.

๑彡 kim mingyu x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 divorced!au/ex-husband!au, post-break up!au, exes-to-lovers!au — fluff

๑彡 paragraph format — 1.1K words

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๑彡 title is taken from zack tabudlo’s as you are.

๑彡 i’m lowk proud of this ngl bc— it’s fluff, but it took me relatively quick to finish?? usually i get stuck for weeks if the wip’s fluff ><

Kim Mingyu is a man of confidence.

Not that he uses his confidence to swindle strangers, as the dictionary suggests the title means. Rather, he exudes confidence — regardless of what he does.

There is always an air confidence around him. He can be in clothes that don’t fit the event’s theme and he’ll still seem perfectly dressed. He can be barely conversant in another language and he’ll still sound like he knows what he’s saying. He can just be standing there, doing nothing, and he’ll still appear like he’s doing something right.

Some people mistake his confidence for arrogance. Most find it admirable. But, in truth, Mingyu hardly cares.

Especially if his so-called confidence vanishes whenever you are in the vicinity and within his line of sight. Just like now.

He sees you in a table with Seokmin. Your back is towards him but he recognizes you, anyway. Despite the distance, he has no problem witnessing how animatedly you talk with your common friend.

It’s almost like he is back in college: you and Seokmin in one row, him and Minghao a few rows back. He can almost hear Minghao state matter-of-factly, "You’re staring," like he often does back then.

Really, all that’s different is Minghao’s currently preoccupied being the groom to comment on his staring. (There are definitely more things that are different now, but he doesn’t want to even begin thinking about them.)

Seokmin catches his stare. Not soon after, specifically before Mingyu can even look away, he sees him leave the table. Seokmin throws him a familiar meaningful look before disappearing into the dance floor.

Truth be told, Mingyu’s confidence comes naturally. It isn’t something that he purposely channels. It’s just always there . . . unless you are involved. Then, suddenly, he has to painstakingly gather the confidence to be near you.

"Is this seat taken?" He tries his hardest to mask his awestruck look with one of kind politeness as he waits your response.

He almost forgot how to breathe when your eyes lock into his. "You may sit if you wish," you offer him a small, polite smile. "I don’t think he’ll be back anytime soon."

"Thanks." He effortlessly returns your gesture before situating himself on the chair your common friend abandoned. "How are you enjoying the party?"

"Really well, actually. I didn’t expect to recognize a lot of people from college." Your eyes don’t leave his as you answer. He tries not to stare back too intently, to look within your eyes to see something . . . anything. "And you?"

Mingyu waits for a beat, gathering enough confidence to say what he wants to. "Better now that you’re here." With me.

He lets out a barely audible embarrassed laugh. He has half a mind to take it back, but quickly changes his mind when he sees you biting your lower lip — an obvious attempt to stop yourself from laughing.

A ghost of a smile plays on his lips. There’s pride in knowing he’s still able to make you laugh, despite it being your first meeting in literal years.

You look down in a presumable attempt to calm yourself down. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you, though, as he refuses to lose you from his sight. As such, he immediately notices the sudden shift in your expression.

"You’re still wearing it." Mingyu follows your line of sight — and ends up looking at the source of your comment. His hand on the table, specifically the band of gold adorning his ring finger. "Our ring."

Our wedding ring.

You and Mingyu married soon after graduating from college. It had been a blissful marriage, one that filled a home with nothing but love and support.

Your divorce was on the basis of irreconcilable differences. It was a mutual decision, for the interest of your career paths diverging too far. There was never a bad blood.

"Ye— yeah." Mingyu stutters involuntarily. He clears his throat before continuing, "It’s a great conversational piece."

Although the divorce has been finalized years ago, Mingyu still plays the faithful and loving husband role in front of strangers. He uses the ring on his finger to his advantage: may that be to wordlessly signal that he’s already taken or to gain the favor of a potential sponsor.

Likewise, even if he knows the ring might be a disadvantage, he refuses to take it off — nor to purposely hide it from sight. The same way he never tells a stranger that he is no longer tied to someone else.

"Does it work?" You ask in wonder.

"We are conversing now, aren’t we?"

You chuckle, "Touché."

Mingyu wants to tell you that he hasn’t taken the ring off since you slipped it on his finger during your wedding. Not even after your divorce has been finalized all those years ago.

He wants to tell you his ring finger is thinner near his palm because of his adamant refusal to take his wedding ring off once in a while. Not willing to separate from the only physical reminder of your marriage, not even for a second.

He wants to tell you the ring is more than a conversational piece. He wants to tell you it’s his lifeline, something he can’t bear to lose. But he doesn’t.

Instead, Mingyu uses all the confidence he has gathered to ask you a simple question. "Dance with me?"

He offers you the hand adorned by his wedding ring. He tries not to show the uncertainty he feels by masking it behind a smile.

He almost lets out a relieved sigh when you place your hand on top of his. But he stops breathing momentarily when he catches sight of the sole jewelry adorning your hand.

"You’re still wearing it," Mingyu echoes your comment breathlessly. "Our ring."

He snaps his eyes back to your face, just in time to witness your smile widen. "Yeah," you say. "It’s a great talisman to ward off potential suitors."

He leads you to the dance floor, silently marveling at how your hand still fits perfectly with his. "Does it work?"

"It’s very effective," you assure him. "Although I don’t think it works well against ex-husbands."

Another slow song starts playing right when you reach the dance floor. You and Mingyu unconsciously claim your respective hand placements during your first dance — and for any waltz you danced after.

Then, suddenly, it’s like you traveled back in time.

Mingyu pulls you closer, a ghost of a smirk is at the edge of his lips. "I think it works well attracting ex-husbands."

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addicsvt · 14 days

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pairing - established relationship | husband mingyu x reader genre - fluff/angst? word count - 800 warnings - not proof-read, negative thoughts, tiny bit of unspecified mental issues. synopsis - kim mingyu, the man who has never failed to steal your heart. a/n - happy super late birthday to my man <3 can be read as a pt.2 to sincerely yours!

"gyu" you mutter, the nickname spills out of your mouth effortlessly. You don't really know how you ended up like this, how your head ended up on his lap, how you ever got the chance to meet someone as amazing as him, and how you think that you don't deserve him at all. Your getting side-tracked.

"hm?" he questions as you let out another sigh of contentment, you really could stay like this forever. Mingyu is too perfect, he's every girls dream. A pretty man who knows how to cook? Sign the whole female population up. It's times like these where you wonder why he chose you, out of 8 billion people, why you?

"your over-thinking again," he whispers softly, continuing to play with your hair. You always said that you were a closed book, but mingyu somehow managed to read every single page. He knew how you were feeling, he knew when your thoughts would get so loud, he knew when your thoughts would become self de-appreciating. He knew everything.

"i was wondering about something," you mumble. Mingyu knew how to keep you grounded whenever your mind was floating. He wasn't necessarily forcing you to stop over-thinking but when you started thinking negatively about yourself he would ground you, support you, be there for you.

"and what were you wondering about love?" he asks looking down at you with the biggest puppy eyes ever. You think that you might just fall in love with your husband again. He had child-like innocence and you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and pepper his whole face with kisses.

"i was wondering, why do you love me?" you question softly, this question had been running through your head all month day. Out of so many people, why you? He could've went for a prettier female idol, one that could match his status, why you?

"Your asking me that 2 years into our marriage?" He says sarcastically letting out a soft chuckle. To be honest, mingyu loves you for everything. He loves your pretty smile, your pretty eyes, your hair that he has the privilege to play with, your soft lips, everything. He loves your flaws (he doesn't really think they're flaws) too, he loves how you'll keep talking, he loves how you'll take an hour to decide between sushi or pizza, he loves how awkward you are in social settings.

"shut up! can't a girl ask a question" you protest slightly, but you don't really mean it. If someone asked you why you loved mingyu you would come up with a whole 2000 word essay. Mingyu would constantly re-assure you, tell you how pretty you were every single day, flooding your notifications with "ily, come back into my arms asap" messages every single hour.

"If you want the answer, I love everything about you." he began, he knew how cheesy he sounded but he didn't care. Nothing mattered when it came to you.

"that's cheesy." you comment laughing softly, you suddenly felt a finger resting on your lips. If mingyu tried to tell you what he loved about you he would probably run out of breath, you had so many amazing qualities that he would probably need a life-time to list it out.

"it's true though, i love everything about you. your smile, your sweet laugh, every single one of your moles, your dimples, your bread cheeks." He rambled removing his finger from your lips. You were too perfect for him, most days he would be left thinking how someone like you chose him. You were so charming and attractive how did no one else take you before him?? The world was missing out on you.

"shut up... your making me fall in love with you again." you grumble softly, you weren't annoyed, not at all. Mingyu smiled softly, that was his wife right there.

"I can make you fall in love again, wanna see how?" he snickered softly, you knew he was going to do something definitely. You always fed into his antics though, watching him smile like an adorable puppy after getting treats always made your heart melt. That was the main reason why you treated bobpul like he was your own child.

"and how will you do that?" you questioned, adding fuel to the fire. Mingyu didn't respond but smiled softly, trapping your lips in a kiss.

Mingyu has kissed you many times, but this time feels different. Your hair is messy, his hair is messy. Your wearing nothing but his oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, bare-faced. But when he sweeps you into a kiss it makes your heart beat faster than it should've. Something about the suddenness of the kiss almost sent your heart into cardiac arrest. You were going to sue him for this.

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gyuaesp · 4 months

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dinner for two

pairing: hubby!mingyu x wifey!reader

wc: 476

genres: romance, established relationship (married), half proofread, isn’t afraid to speak his mind mingyu with an easily offended reader.

a/n: i literally based this off that one business proposal scene between the side couple… it was so cute & made me think of mingyu so pls enjoy huhu :P

mingyu had just gotten off of work. a deep sigh coming out of his mouth as he unlocked the front door, setting his shoes off to the side and taking off his jacket.

“oh, you’re home!” your voice yelled out. your scuffling could be heard from afar. you couldn’t help but grin at your husband finally coming home after being alone for the whole day.

although mingyu was exhausted, he tried his best to give you a smile once he trailed to the kitchen. “you cooked?” he gave you a back hug as you washed the last few dirty utensils.

your head nodded eagerly. “but i don’t know if it tastes good,” you spoke condescendingly whilst wiping your hands. “i’ll plate it for you.”

after a couple minutes, you finally guided yourself over to the dinner table with a bowl in your hand. you gently set down the hot dish and sat down quietly.

mingyu hesitated a bit, and you could clearly see it on his face. “hurry and eat it! you’re making me anxious!”

of course, the reason why he was even acting like this was because you never cooked.

whenever you were home alone you’d have instant noodles or take out which made mingyu slightly disappointed at your poor diet choices, but what could he do? he was rarely home because of his schedule, but makes a dish once he gets back for the both of you.

his expectations were still optimistic nonetheless. “ah,” he uttered and cleared his throat. “sorry.” he took a deep breath before eventually putting the spoon to his mouth.

he paused.

“is it good?” you perked up in your seat with your mouth slightly opened in amusement.

it was salty.

he could feel his soul crush as he felt his sodium levels rise in a matter of seconds.

“i-it’s good,” mingyu’s voice mumbled.

you pouted a bit at his response. “it doesn’t sound like you mean it. be honest, come on!”

he sits up in his chair. a deep exhale comes out of his mouth as he sets down his utensils. “if i be honest i don’t know if you’ll like it.”

“just say it!”

“it’s salty,” he states in a faint tone. your ears don’t pick his words up, though. you flash him a smile and tilt your head which makes mingyu feel guiltier than he already is.

“it-it’s salty!”

your smile drops. “the veggies are too soft,” he continues as if you weren’t already disappointed. “and the rice—i don’t even want to talk about that. how do you fail rice?”

he immediately covers his mouth with his hand at the realization of what he just said. a sigh of defeat comes out of your mouth at his too honest response. “is that all?”

“i’m sorry. so, so sorry.”

“whatever, just drink the water. i bet it’ll be the best part of the meal.”

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celestiababie · 1 year

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stay at home dad/ house husband mingyu who gets up early to make to make his wife and daughter cute lunch bentos, dress up as the prettiest princess to play tea party with her, makes the best dinners for his family but would also rail you into the sheets almost every night in the most filthy way possible. is an absolute sweetheart afterwards and the next morning and gives his girls kisses after dropping them off to work and school

Stay At Home Dad/Husband! Mingyu Part 1...

Warnings: Fem!reader btw, not much other than mingyu fucking you hard, use of the term "mommy" but not during the sex part really, cum eating, oral (f) , most of this is fluffy

A/N: Dare I say this is one off the most perfect things I've ever received in my inbox 😭 plz send more. I hope I did this justice:(( oh and sorry not sorry for using these iconic photos...they've just always screamed "husband" material to me rather than boyfriend material. Feedback is always appreciated!

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• Mingyu loved being a husband just as much as he loved being a dad.

• He was living his dream life. Beautiful wife, beautiful daughter, nice house. He wouldn't have it any other way.

• He wouldn't pay mind to those who judged him for choosing to stay home and take care of the house while you went to work. He still supported you two with some side investment money, but he wanted to be the most supportive husband and dad he could.

• All the other mothers would be jealous of you. How on earth did you find that sexy of a man who was willing to do house chores AND take care of the kids AND was just as in love with you before you got married.

• But they just didn't understand that Mingyu was a giver at heart and thrived over taking care of his family. It brought him more happiness than anything else could.

• And how could he not be in love with you? You brought him the most amazing daughter in the entire world and he would always feel the need to repay you for bringing him that happiness (even if you told him over and over that he didn't need to thank you for having a kid with him).

• Mingyu was the cutest husband, greeting you with a warm hug and kiss every time you came home, grabbing your bag for you and telling you to unwind while he finishes up the dinner that him and your daughter were preparing (she wasn't actually helping but she thought she was and that's all that mattered).

• He'd glare at you if you even dared to help him do the dishes, telling you that you didn't have to clean up after a long day at work since it was his self proclaimed job.

• But he'd pout and eventually give in to your push back because he did enjoy your company.

• You two would be washing dishes side by side, him doing the washing and you drying the plates as he passed them off to you while your daughter sat on the counter giggling and playing with the dish soap bubbles.

• Mingyu would be very attentive to your needs as well as your daughter's needs. Anything you needed or were running low on would "magically" appear the next day. Any holes in clothes would be patched up before you could even complain about having to buy a new pair. Anything broken (he probably broke it with his tall ass smh) would be fixed without you having to remind him.

• You never needed to waste money for lunch at work because your loving husband would always prepare a meal for you and his daughter to take before the two of you woke up.

• His alarm...would probably wake you up but he'd press a kiss to your forehead and shush you back to sleep before checking on your daughter

• Because your daughter spent so much time with him, she'd probably pick up a few of his habits which always warmed your heart.

• She had his smile, his laugh, his adorable pout that was hard to say no to (you have to be the strongest soldier fr to say no to not only your puppy of a husband but your adorable daughter)

• Mingyu loved spending quality time with his daughter. He knew she would grow up eventually but he'd always have these memories to cherish and look back on.

• It was quite the sight to see coming home from work sometimes to see your 6 foot 2 buff husband dressed up in one of your maternity dresses (probably the only ones that would fit his big ass body) with... questionable makeup on his face while he played princess with your daughter who was clearly having fun with her dad all dressed up.

• Once he noticed you watching, he wouldn't be embarrassed. Instead, he'd have the sweetest smile on his face as he picked up your daughter to carry her to you, the both of them pressing glossed kisses to both of your cheeks.

• But as much as your husband was this tall teddy bear of a man, you never forgot about his duality although it did always amaze you.

• Mingyu liked to keep in shape, not for aesthetic reasons, but he wanted to make sure that his growing age didn't hinder anything he needed to do for you and your daughter. Maybe there were a few shallow reasons for him staying so buff, but he still loved looking good for you after all these years and he knew you appreciated how sexy he was. He loved how proud you got when introducing him to others. He loved how turned on you'd look over the most basic tasks he'd do just because his muscles would flex in his shirt.

• Mingyu was the sweetest husband and father but he also was just just a man at times and couldn't help himself as he snuck in a few "innocent" touches while your daughter was distracted.

• Luckily your daughter couldn't hear all the filthy things he'd whisper in your ear as he gave you back hugs.

• But your daughter would be concerned when you'd let out yelps whenever your touchy husband playfully smacked your ass while your daughter was playing.

• "Princess, what's wrong with mommy? She's been acting weird lately." Your husband smirked at you before feigning concern for you in front of your daughter.

• You weren't complaining though, you loved how Mingyu still found you sexy after all these years and how he had no problem showing it and voicing it.

• Especially when he was balls deep inside you after the two of you read your daughter to sleep.

• "God damn, you're so fucking sexy, baby. Fuck—your pussy's so fucking good," he moaned out, his hips slamming his cock deep into you as he took you from behind, his strong hand pushing you down on your stomach while the other pressed against your head to muffle your moans in the pillow.

• "We can't be loud, Y/N. You wouldn't want to wake up our little princess, right? Fuck, shit—I've fucked you hundreds of times, how are you still this fucking tight."

• He'd quicken his pace, fucking into you so hard it was pretty much guaranteed that you'd be walking funny the next day.

• After making you cum around his cock and burying his face into your neck as he emptied himself inside of you. He offered to clean up the cum inside of you with his mouth (again how could you say no) and giggled as he watched how your eyes could barely stay open after multiple orgasms.

• "Let's go to bed, baby."

• It always amazed you how your husband could easily slip back into the loving, clumsy, puppy husband and father role as if he didn't fuck you into the mattress the night before.

• He'd have the brightest smile on his face as he listened fondly as your daughter raved about her new drawing while Mingyu was cooking up breakfast for the family.

• But he'd have his moments in between where he'd let that innocent imagine down, whispering into your ear as your daughter started a new drawing at the table.

• "Baby, you might wanna fix how you're walking, our little princess was asking why Mommy was walking so funny and I can't exactly explain that I fucked her sexy mommy until she came six times." He sent you a wink before turning to your daughter with another bright smile as he brought the plated breakfast to the table.

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sluttywoozi · 2 years

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Like A Cowboy Part 2 of 4 || kmg x reader

Rating: M (MINORS DNI) | Word Count: ~7.1k (~3.2 plot, ~3.9 smut)

Summary: Mingyu only needs to wake up with you once to decide he'll do whatever is necessary to do it every day; even if it means letting you help him outside and figuring out how to help you inside, it's worth it. || Part Two of Like A Cowboy

Warnings/Notes: Mingyu's pov, farm stuff, reader gets a lil burn but its not that bad or graphic, horny thoughts, size kink, backstory, cooking/eating, loving manhandling

Smut Warnings: softdom!gyu, restraints (he holds reader’s wrists, holds reader against a door, reader wraps hand around headboard of bed, he holds reader’s thighs down), nipple play, male masturbation (mc helps), mention of cockwarming, oral f receiving, fingering, wap reader, clit stim, brief throat holding, unprotected piv sex, bulge kink, size kink, breeding kink, lil bit of aftercare

Reader Notes: has a vagina and breasts, wears a dress, shorter than gyu, gets picked up by gyu, no pronouns used that i can think of, honey and baby used as petnames

Mingyu’s mind wakes before his body does, stirred by needlework-callused fingertips tracing up and down his chest. His mouth stretches in a smile and his head turns, his eyes opening to find yours. You stare at him openly, your shyness from the night before gone. From feature to feature your eyes travel, lingering on the freckle at the tip of his nose and the gentle dip of his Cupid’s bow.

He blushes under your gaze, bringing the blankets up to cover his bashful smile. Reaching his hand out to yours, he starts tugging you closer. You shifted in the night, likely trying to escape his furnace-like body heat, and are now much further away than he’d like.

Once Mingyu’s got you wrapped up in his arms again, his heart settles. Your lips find his in a sweet good morning kiss, and he can’t stop himself from smiling long enough to properly kiss you back.

You don’t seem to mind. You just giggle at him, your eyes soft, and rest your chin on his chest. He makes himself comfortable, thinking you intend to go back to sleep but, to his shock and horror, you instead give him a quick peck and start to make your way out of bed. He locks his arms around you before you can go far and brings you even closer than before, clenching fistfuls of your night dress and pouting.

“Where are you going?” Mingyu whines out in his gravelly morning voice, wondering why he didn't have the sense to bring up a pitcher of water last night.

“Honey, it’s nearly 9, I don’t even wake up this late!” You remind him.

Mingyu pouts, considering your words and then deciding he doesn’t care. “What if… we stay in bed for another hour and work together on chores today,” he offers.

Your face fills with glee as you reach around his arms and pull the covers up to your chin, your feet kicking against his a little. He melts, wondering how he got so lucky to be married to someone that gets excited at the prospect of labor just because it’s labor with him.

He lays himself practically on top of you, nestling his head in the crook of your neck and breathing you in. You really were onto something when you asked him to stay last night; he's happy just waking up next to you but waking up with you is so much better.

Watching your eyes crinkle when you smile at him, running his fingers over the pillow creases on your soft cheek, discussing in hushed voices your plans for the day. Rubbing his hairy leg against yours just to make you giggle, feeling your fingers trace the lines in his hand and tickle at his palm, snaking his arms underneath your back to roll over and haul you into his chest. Feeling you flush, knowing that it’s because you like it when he manhandles you a bit.

Sweet little moments Mingyu didn’t even know he was missing, just because he was too stubborn to let you pitch in more. He loves doing the work but if letting you help means he gets more of this, he’s willing to make some changes.

Mingyu decides to put you on horse and chicken duty, knowing his large, warm hands are better suited for milking the cows.

You head out to the field together, one of his hands carrying a bucket for the milk and the other hand swinging yours. The low morning sun filters through your hair, giving you a halo, and though it suits you, he’ll need to get you a hat if you decide to make a habit of working together. He wonders if you’d like to match his, or if you’d want one of the fancier ones he was starting to see in town.

Mingyu stops short, confused, when he realizes you’re no longer next to him. He turns his head wildly, scared that you somehow disappeared in the time he was musing over hats.

He spots you a few feet behind him, tying your skirt to leave your legs exposed, sleeves already rolled up. He blushes and averts his eyes, wanting to respect your modesty before remembering he’s your husband.

If anyone’s allowed to look, it’s him.

You skip a bit to catch up, filling his outstretched hand with yours, and he raises a brow as you lace your fingers with his.

“It’s warm out here! And I was already a few steps behind because your legs are ridiculously long,” you tease with a shrug.

Mingyu’s brow creases, considering too that you’ll need lighter clothes if you’re going to be working outside with him regularly, and a sturdier pair of boots. Yours were made for walking, not working, and he didn’t want your feet hurting at the end of the day.

He consciously shortens his steps, matching your stride and contemplating what he could do inside to make up for the work you’ll be doing outside. He knows you have your list of daily chores and is sure you’re willing to share, but he also knows you like things done in a particular way.

He’s still considering options as you approach the pasture, his eyes automatically sweeping over the animals to take a headcount. None have been lost to predators in weeks, and he wants to keep that streak going.

The fence is finally doing its job, he thinks proudly, speeding ahead of you to unlatch the gate and hold it open so you can walk through first.

You know what to do from the first couple days you’d bullied him into letting you help, so you head over to the chicken coop and Mingyu makes his way to the cows, keeping his eyes on you until you disappear from sight.

The outside work passes quickly with an extra set of hands, and before Mingyu knows it, he’s heading back up the trail with your fingers tangled in his. The sun sits high in the sky, half the day gone already, and your skin glows in the afternoon light. You’ve got some dirt smeared on your cheekbone and he stops walking, tows you back gently, brushes it off with a careful thumb.

He wants to move it lower, feel the plush of your bottom lip, maybe lean down to dig his teeth into it a little, but his thumb is dirty now and you wouldn’t appreciate that.

Mingyu can still kiss you though, so he does, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in close, tilting your face up with a gentle finger under your chin, ducking down to press his lips against yours gently. You kiss him back immediately, rising up on your toes and throwing your arms around his neck, and Mingyu tries to hide the shiver that leaves him when you sink your fingers into his hair. He’s about to knock his own hat off so your hands have more room, but you pull away, dropping down onto your heels with a shy smile.

Mingyu realizes you’re probably not used to him showing so much affection out in the open air and especially not in broad daylight, as he usually returns from his work outside when the sun is going down.

He’ll get you used to it though, if you intend to start joining him. He already has some ideas of where to start: down by the stream with a picnic, maybe; a blanket laid down in the loft of the barn; one of the rocking chairs on the front porch; out in your favorite field of wildflowers, under the moonlight. Not like he’s thought about it before or anything, definitely doesn’t think about it when he catches your eye through the window, or comes in to flirt and rub his sweat all over you, or when you’re standing on his toes and he’s walking you into bed.

For now, Mingyu’s content with twining his fingers with yours and following the path back home.

Mingyu was right, you are particular about your work inside. He nearly dropped one of your precious jars of peach marmalade, just as you appeared in the doorway of the cellar, and now he sits in your rocking chair, sorting linens. But he can’t blame you for relegating him to a task without glass or needles or easily bruised vegetables, he can admit he’s a bit clumsy for a rancher.

Mingyu just finds it difficult to control his limbs sometimes; he takes up more space than he realizes, and occasionally moves around like he did before that last growth spurt in his late teens.

He’s been working on it but all progress flies out the window when you’re around. It’s like you take up too much space in his mind to allow for anything else, even maintaining his grip, evidenced by the marmalade incident.

But sorting Mingyu can do, especially when he realizes how much laundry the two of you produce, groaning when he thinks of the clothes you both just shed upstairs that are waiting to be washed. He can’t believe he’s been letting you take care of all of this by yourself, and dies inside a bit when he realizes there’s even more drying on the line outside. It still looks damp, swaying heavily in the wind, and Mingyu rushes to finish up this batch before the next is ready.

He can hear you singing in the kitchen, organizing the cupboards in preparation for the mason jars of preserves currently floating in boiling water on the stove. You like to have a lot of jam for the winter, knowing that when it gets cold enough to freeze, there won’t be any fruit to harvest or any honey to collect from the bee box he’d rigged up for you. You spend a lot of time baking in those months as it keeps the house warm and provides something fresh to eat, which is a luxury once the temperature drops.

Mingyu hasn’t told you yet, but he went out to the smith’s last month and traded a few chickens for a new cast iron dutch oven. You’d told him that was your favorite way to make bread, and that yours had cracked just before you’d married him. He wishes you still had the pieces so the smith could’ve fired it back together, made you something stronger out of something old and baked in love, but he supposes a new one will suffice.

He plans to give it to you on the first day of snow, which should line up with the week that he’d asked you to marry him two years ago.

God, he hopes you don’t cry, Mingyu thinks as he folds another sheet. He can’t stand to see you in tears, whether they’re happy or sad. It just makes him want to bundle you up in wool and hide you away from the world and anything that might seek to hurt you.

He supposes his stature could come in handy then; his arms are long enough to wrap around you completely, his chest and shoulders broad enough to act as a shield, his body tall enough to fully block you from incoming attackers.

He’s thinking too hard about this, he knows, but Mingyu can’t help it when he loves you like he does.

It was difficult when he was just courting you - he was uncomfortably aware that he couldn’t put his hands on you or haul you into him anytime he sensed a threat, that it would be seen as untoward and not a man trying to protect someone he loves. Because he wasn’t really supposed to love you like that yet, but he’d fallen for you long before that first outing, before he’d even gained the confidence to walk up your front porch steps, hat in his hands, and ask to speak with your parents in private.

He’s fairly sure it was obvious too, by the way your father laughed at him and asked what took him so long, and the way your mother smiled gently with fondness, the years of him taking every chance he could get to be near you fresh in her mind.

You’d grown up in the house just a few minutes’ walk down the way from his, and he still remembers meeting you for the first time and being so excited to have someone around his age so close by. You were a bit shy though, coming from the city and unused to boys being so rough and tumble and interested in you, so he’d backed off a bit and just tried to let you get settled.

Mingyu could never stay away too long though, cropping up a few times a year to ask if you wanted to go into town or ride horses or chase dragonflies with him, and slowly but surely you warmed up. You’d been shocked when he asked to court you though, apparently far less aware of his feelings than your parents had been, and it took a couple weeks for you to adjust to the idea.

Mingyu can still remember the feeling he got when he’d opened the door to find you, your fingers twisting in your dress just like they were last night, nervously telling him you wanted to accept his offer. He’d near vibrated out of his body with happiness, his hands reaching for yours before he could stop them and his canines primed to puncture his bottom lip with how hard he was grinning.

He’d made you wait in the doorway while he ran to grab his first courting gift, an embroidery kit with needles, cloth, and thread he’d hand selected. He’d also commissioned the local artist to create some patterns for you, taking your proclivity for wildflowers into account.

Mingyu’s folding one of the first handkerchiefs you’d embroidered with the kit now, and feels his heart stutter in his chest as his fingers run lovingly over the carefully sewn threads, finding his initials and yours hidden in one of the vines bordering the edges. He’s taken out of his reverie when he hears you let out a muffled swear from the kitchen, and rises to his feet so fast he knocks the pile of folded linens over.

He doesn’t even notice as he rushes to the kitchen, knowing you don’t have a penchant for swearing and finding you cradling your arm to your chest, a steaming jar of jam stuck on its side at the edge of the butcher block. Mingyu grabs a towel and rights the jar, sliding it to rest against the wall, before gently pulling your arm up to his face so he can inspect the damage. The skin is swelling already, your flesh hot to the touch, and Mingyu whines quietly in his throat when you jump at the soft press of his fingertips to your forearm. He tugs you over to the sink, running the cold water over your skin and turning to wrap up some ice in the towel.

“What happened, baby?” Mingyu asks carefully, knowing you probably feel annoyed with yourself for getting hurt.

You groan and press your forehead into his chest before you answer, “It slipped from the tongs and I tried to stop it from rolling off the counter.”

“Honey, you knew it was hot, why-”

“I didn’t do it on purpose! It was just reflexive, I’ve had a lot of practice with catching falling things since I married you.”

“Oh, don’t you try to charm me now, baby, it won’t make me forget about this burn on your arm.”

“What exactly was charming about that?”

“You said you married me!”

“That was just a fact!”

“And it’s a fact that I love. Now, go sit in your chair and ice your arm, I’ll start dinner.”

Mingyu sends you away, your arm wrapped up in the towel and your lips pursed in a pout, and jogs to the cellar to grab some salted pork. He’s thinking about just panfrying it with some vegetables, hoping you’re not expecting something more elaborate.

Mingyu prefers making the more complex dishes with you, has always loved the way you move around him in the kitchen, the way you eye his seasoning amounts even though he’s been cooking longer than you, the way you trail your fingers over his back and waist and chest any chance you get.

But you’re out of commission for now, so Mingyu sets the vegetables to sauté and chops up the salted pork to stir in later. The dish comes together quickly, and he calls you to the kitchen as he serves up dinner, setting the two steaming plates on the table and filling a pitcher of water.

Mingyu is starving, and wants to dig in immediately, but you still haven’t come into the kitchen so he decides to investigate first. He creeps into the living room, finding you in your rocking chair like he told asked you to do, but you’re not icing your arm, you’re folding the rest of the linens.

Mingyu’s head tilts back in exasperation, and he’s sure you can hear his sigh from where he stands in the doorway. He makes his way to your side, pulling the towel from your hands and leaning down to haul you over his shoulder. You protest, or try to, at least, but Mingyu’s not having it.

He hates when you get hurt, feels guilty no matter where he was or what he was doing when it happened, and what doesn’t help is the fact that you’re so stubborn. Mingyu knows you’re independent, loves that you are, but sometimes he just needs to take matters into his own hands.

You always pretend to mind, but he can tell you love it, the way your heart races against him gives you away every time. He deposits you in your seat at the table and slides into his own, staring at you until you pick up your fork, and starts to eat, chatting with you in between bites.

There’s never a lack of topics for the two of you to discuss, just something that comes with growing up side by side and running a ranch together.

Mingyu takes the hand of your injured arm and holds it palm up, so you don’t rest the inflamed skin on the table, telling you of his plans for the final harvest. You say his new sweater should be done by then, and inform him the smoked fish stores are getting low, so a trip is in order.

It feels a bit like whiplash, pure fondness for you melting into heat as he remembers how you seduced him into the river last time, the way you grinned as you felt him shiver against you, and ran your fingers up and down his chest to ‘warm him up’.

You wear the same grin now and Mingyu blushes, knowing you’re cognizant of where exactly his mind went. The hold you have over him is so powerful, he’s sure you’ll be able to tempt him into the cold water with just a look on this next trip.

Mingyu would be lying if he said he doesn’t love it.

Clean up is easy, Mingyu washes and you dry, and you head to the living room together to wrap up the chores for the day. Mingyu sets right the stack of laundry he knocked over before, and you finish folding the rest, ignoring the looks he sends you every time your arm lifts from the ice-filled towel he’d set in your lap.

He considers you for a moment, thinking on how well you’d behaved when he’d held your hand down on the table, and decides to test this thought further tonight.

It’s all Mingyu can think about as he leads you up the stairs. Most of the time, he just wants to make you happy, but tonight he wants you to listen to him. He wants to-

Goodness, he feels almost hedonistic saying this, but… he wants to fuck the stubbornness out of you.

Mingyu stops when he reaches the door, maneuvering you in front of him and stepping into your space, pressing you up against the hardwood. Your eyes grow wide, your head tilted back to meet his gaze, and he leans in to lay a gentle kiss on your lips, pulling away before you can return the pressure.

“Can you listen to me for a second, baby?” Mingyu asks softly, but firmly, his tone telling you he plans on dictating the pace tonight.

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly, your chest filling with air and pressing against his, your hands rising to rest on his shoulders before he takes them within his own and holds them to the door above your head.

Your eyelashes flutter when he drags his fingers down your arms, skipping over the sore spot to rest his hands on your shoulders, his thumbs tracing your collarbones and dipping into the hollow of your throat.

He drifts them lightly over your breasts, fingers thrumming at your nipples and squeezing lightly at the flesh under his hands. They smooth down further to wrap around your waist, digging into the dips and curves of your body, pinning you to the door.

Mingyu can feel your ribs expand between his hands, your breath shaky beneath his palms, your eyes locked with his.

He has no doubt at all that you’re listening to him now.

“I want you to let me take care of you tonight, do as I ask, as best you can. Will you do that for me, honey?” Mingyu starts, waiting for your nod to continue. “But I need to know you’ll tell me if you don’t like something I do, or don’t want to do something I ask of you. Do you promise you’ll tell me?”

You think, but not for long, before resting your head against the door to return his gaze, twining your fingers together above your head, and sighing out, “I promise, Gyu. I trust you.”

Mingyu smiles and surges forward, cradling your face in his hands to bring you into a kiss, sliding his tongue along the seam of your mouth and dipping it between your lips to brush against yours. You open for him immediately, your body growing pliant under his and sinking back against the door, and Mingyu moves his grip back to your hands, tangling his fingers with yours and pressing your hands into the wood.

That just makes you softer, and Mingyu can feel every bit of tension leaving your body as you respond to his kiss, letting him take the lead and sucking in a sharp breath when he bites down on your bottom lip. His canines descend into the plushness, feeling the quivering of your lip between his teeth, and he moans into your mouth when your hips buck against him.

Mingyu knows if he doesn’t get inside you get you inside soon, he’ll take you against the door, and it’s not that he doubts his craftsmanship, but you deserve the comfort of a bed for what he has planned tonight.

One hand leaves yours to fumble for the knob, and your fingers twine around the hand that remains just as Mingyu gets the door open and starts hustling you inside. He pulls your hands down to guide you to the bed, crowding you up to the edge until you start to climb up, shuffling back when he crawls on after you.

Bracing himself on one forearm, Mingyu shifts to hover over you, and draws both of your hands up to rest above your head on the mattress. He gives you one last squeeze before rising and sitting back on his knees, straddling your thighs with his own.

You don’t move a muscle, you just breathe shallowly and stare up at him, mouth slightly open and lips looking plush. Your hands stay where he left them, and Mingyu decides to reward you by taking his shirt off, unbuttoning it quickly and flinging it to the side.

Mingyu watches your eyes as they trace the skin revealed to you, your gaze zeroing in on his bulging pecs and the way his abs flex as he breathes in and out. He exaggerates it a bit, feeling his accessory muscles joining in to make the movement of his chest seem even larger, and your eyelids flutter when he activates his trapezius and rolls his shoulders and neck, leaving his head tilted back to stare down his nose at you.

The sheets are gathered up in your grasp, your fingers tensing around the fabric in an effort to keep them to yourself, and Mingyu gifts you with his fingers on you instead. They meander from your shoulders to your chest, unbuttoning your dress and slowly pushing it apart, brushing softly against your skin as he moves along your body, dragging the fabric and your underthings off to leave you naked.

You wriggle under him, likely wishing he’d speed up, but Mingyu plans on taking his time. He went a bit hard on you last night, and he’s sure you’ll be sore tomorrow from the chores, so tonight he’s going to open you up slowly, get you wet enough he can just slide right in. He may not even move, may just keep his cock buried inside your slick heat and make you cum around him, over and over and over again.

The idea becomes more appealing with every inch of your skin he touches, his hands lovingly grazing your breasts, thumbs brushing back and forth over your nipples until they pebble.

Mingyu can feel his stomach clench at the way your flesh gives, little divots forming under his fingertips as he squeezes your breasts in his hands. Your back arches, pressing your chest further into his touch, and Mingyu brings his eyes up to watch your face as he leans down to suck a mark into the underside of your breast. He nips at it gently before licking a stripe up to your nipple, wrapping his lips around it and pulling it into his mouth.

Something about the way you taste always makes him groan, and you squirm at the vibrations on your sensitive skin, whimpering when he tests his teeth on you, your hips bucking up when he suddenly pulls off to lick his lips and smile.

You’re barely starting to smile back when Mingyu ducks down to suction his mouth around your other nipple and nibble at it, laving his tongue back and forth, his eyes half lidded as they stare into yours.

Mingyu pulls away and watches the path of his fingers as they drag over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He’s obsessed with how his hands look on you, the way your body feels under his, the way you open up so sweetly for him, your thighs trying to spread even trapped as they are between his knees.

He shuffles back until he’s off you completely, and he can see your fingers twitch in the sheets, knows you want to grab his hair and pull him back to you, but you twist them tighter in your grip and wait for him to tell you what to do.

You’re being so good for him, following even his unspoken instructions, and Mingyu wants to reward you, he does, but he needs to push you a little first.

So he sits on his knees and runs his hands over his thighs, fingers inching up to unbutton his pants and tug his cock out, tucking the waistband under his heavy balls. You gasp at the sight, your thighs clenching together between his when he drags his hand up the length, curving his palm over the head and smearing precum down. He thrusts into his own touch, sucking in a breath when he squeezes his hand at the base, and the image that rushes into his mind makes him groan.

Mingyu imagines his hand on top of yours on his cock, and God, your hand would disappear under his but he’d know it was there, be able to feel it, feel the way your fingers can’t touch, feel how much more skin he covers with his own hand, get to control the pace and make you appreciate every inch he has to offer.

It’s all yours, after all; Mingyu is all yours, and he hopes by now, you know that. You definitely will after he’s done with you tonight, he thinks.

“Baby, can you give me your hand?” Mingyu requests, waiting for you to hold out the hand of your uninjured arm before he takes it, pulling it down to wrap your fingers around his cock.

He was right, your hand is swallowed by his, and it just makes your touch feel even sweeter, the skin of your palm softer than his and contrasting beautifully. He’s already throbbing, twitching in your grip, and he knows he’ll need to make you cum at least twice before he gets in you if he wants to last. Your third always takes just a bit longer, and he’ll need all the extra time he can get.

Mingyu indulges for just a bit longer before dragging your hand away and returning it to rest above your head with the other. You whine, your hips shifting against the sheets, and Mingyu doesn’t have the heart to hold out any longer, lifting his knees over yours to set between your thighs and spread them. He slides down onto his stomach, resting the side of his head against your thigh and turning to bite at your soft skin before looking up at you.

Mingyu has an idea, but he doesn’t want to push you too far, doesn’t want you to have to tell him to slow down or stop.

But, it would make things easier, and he’s thought about it probably hundreds of times, and he figures now is as good a time as any to ask.

“Honey, can you do me a favor?” Mingyu asks softly, soothing you already with his hands running up and down your thighs.

You blink blearily at him and nod, waiting for him to speak.

“I want you to hold yourself open for me, so I can use both of my hands,” he says slowly, watching your face as you process his words. He can feel the sudden shyness coming off of you, see it in the way you adjust your shoulders, scrunch your brows together, shift your legs against the sheets. Your stubbornness works in his favor, he finds, as you set your jaw and offer him your hand, the same one he just had around his cock.

Mingyu holds your gaze as he arranges you, setting your palm on your pelvis and pulling your fingers apart to place your pointer finger on one side and your middle finger on the other. He presses your digits down, sliding them away from each other so you’re spread open, and Mingyu can feel the heat flooding his stomach as he stares at the picture you make.

He feels lightheaded almost as he takes you in, one hand held above your head, the other holding your cunt open for him, your eyes shy but your expression strong, and somehow, Mingyu knows he could never fuck the tenacity out of you, would never truly want to.

If anything, your strong will just makes your submission sweeter. The knowledge that you could push back, but instead allow him to take control of you like this is enough to make his head spin, and Mingyu sucks in a breath as he moves one hand down to dip his fingers in and out of your entrance.

You’re so wet, dripping, even, when he comes into contact with you, and the next breath he takes in smells like you, tastes like you. He wants more, so he sinks two fingers into you, scissoring them slowly until he can hold you open and slide his tongue in between, bringing his other hand up to rub his thumb over your clit. The rest of his fingers reach up between yours, tips pressing into your belly and middle finger sliding into your grasp where the rest of your fingers curl against your stomach.

Mingyu takes in a deep breath, a groan sounding at the back of his throat, as he tastes you again. He just had his tongue on you last night, but it already feels like it’s been too long since he got to be close to you like this.

That’s really what gets him, the fact that you trust him to stretch you open, hold you down, get inside of you. It’s still so wild to him, so special, and Mingyu thinks it always will be, never imagined he’d get to be with you in this way.

He promises silently to make the most of it each and every time, and decides he’s had enough of trying to draw this out, trying to make you wait. Your hips are bucking into him, your fingers wrapped tightly around his, and he can feel your walls throbbing, pulsing against his tongue.

You’re ready to cum, and he’s ready to make you cum, so Mingyu slides his fingers in deeper, curling them into the patch of nerves inside of you until you get wet enough that it starts to seep out around his digits. He coats his thumb in your slickness, draws it up to your clit to press hard circles into the swollen nub, watching with keen eyes as your back arches and you tear at the sheets with the hand still tangled up in them.

You haven’t moved it at all, and Mingyu feels so proud, so lucky, that he slides a third finger in and moves his thumb to the crest of your pussy, pulling the flesh up so your clit is exposed and he can suck it into his mouth. You cry out, moaning into the open air of the bedroom and rolling your hips into his touch, and he feels your walls clench around his fingers, fluttering as you cum.

He leaves his fingers inside, groaning at the way your muscles suck them in deeper, and the vibration on your clit makes you keen. Mingyu forces his eyes up to meet yours, quirking a brow and leaving his mouth on you, knowing you’ll read his question for what it is.

You nod, shifting your hand up to wrap around one of the rungs on the headboard, and Mingyu feels his cock jump against the sheets, precum dribbling out to dampen the linens. He barely notices, knows he’ll get to cum eventually, whether inside you or, if you’ll allow it, on you.

All of his attention is focused on the way you’re clenching around his fingers, the way you pulse under his tongue, the way your chest rises and falls with your gasping breaths.

Mingyu knows he can make you cum again, and with the way your walls are pulling his digits in deeper, it’ll be soon. His tongue slides up between your fingers, licking around them before focusing his attention on your clit. You don’t always love the same pattern, so he tries out a few different ones before he lands on a motion that makes your muscles seize, and concentrates on maintaining it.

Mingyu groans into you, fingers hooking inside and rubbing, tongue hard at work, and his eyes trail up your body to land on your face as you start to climb up that hill again. Your eyes clench shut before you force them back open to lock with his, likely remembering the way he’d told you eyes on me, baby, just last night.

Your walls quiver around his fingers, clamping down tight, and Mingyu moans when he feels your clit start to throb under his tongue, sucks your wetness down when it starts to gush out. He feels insatiable, like too much could never be enough, and he’s about to try for a third when he hears you calling his name.

“Mingyu,” you pant, chest rising and falling rapidly, and Mingyu slides his fingers out, wipes them on the sheets, before curving a palm around your cheek.

“What is it, baby? Is it too much, you wanna stop?” He asks, trying to catch your gaze, but your eyes are hazy and unfocused, and Mingyu worries he’s pushed you too far too fast. He can feel your hand cover his, the one that had been between your thighs, and if he wasn’t so concerned at the moment, he’d turn his head and suck your wet fingers into his mouth.

“No, no, don’t wanna stop, just- please, I need you in me, I feel so-” you suck in a gasp, pushing through your shyness to finish, “I feel so empty, Gyu.”

It’s like his heart stops in his chest.

Just last night, you were barely able to tell him you liked being spanked (something he definitely plans on exploring more at a later date), and now here you are, begging him to put his cock in you because you feel, fuck, you feel empty.

Without him in you, you feel empty, and Mingyu can feel his dick get harder somehow, feel his balls tighten, feel the heat climbing up his spine and into his throat, as he moves the hand on your cheek to rest on your neck and uses the other to line himself up. He notches the head of his cock in your entrance, your muscles still trembling, and he pushes past the initial tightness to slide in deep, until his hips meet yours and he’s buried in you to the base.

You’re so hot, and fucking soaking wet, that Mingyu can pull out with ease and sink back in with no resistance, and he starts up a slow and steady pace. You want him to go faster, he can tell, but he goes harder instead, snapping his hips into yours and rooting his cock deep inside you, the head rubbing against your walls with every thrust.

Both of his hands dig into the underside of your thighs and press them down into the bed, keeping you spread open and giving him more room to move, enough for him to angle his hips so he can grind his pubic bone against your clit.

You’re getting close again already, and Mingyu is right there with you, might be further along than you are, when he notices the subtle movement of your stomach. It bulges out a little with each thrust, and Mingyu feels like he might cum on the spot when he realizes he can literally see his cock moving inside you.

Mingyu’s big, he knows, and you’d been apprehensive at first, but you pushed through the nerves like you always do, and he’s beyond grateful for your stubbornness now, can’t believe he ever wanted to fuck it out of you when it's the very trait that means he gets to fuck you at all.

He moves the hand on your neck to lay right over the spot, pressing down and feeling your flesh bumping into his palm as he fucks in and out of you, and he desperately circles his fingers on your clit because now he knows he’s about to lose it.

“Fuck, baby, honey, please cum, please fucking cum,” Mingyu gasps, folding over to press his open mouth against yours, fucking into you hard and fast and feeling his dick push against his hand. He’s so deep inside of you, he almost can’t believe it, can’t believe how lucky he is, how amazing you are, that your body is able to take him like this.

Your hand delves into his hair, your fingers tangling in the strands to hold his mouth to yours, and he groans your name when he feels you cry out and clench, your cunt trying to suck him in deeper. Your walls constrict around his cock, and he pushes through your tightness until his balls press against your ass, drawing up tight before the dam breaks.

You’re still cumming, pussy milking the length of him and clamping down tight on the head, and his cock surges inside you, twitching as his cum shoots out. It floods into you, filling you up and running out of room quickly, gathering at your entrance where he’s still stretching you, still plugging you up.

Mingyu doesn’t try to pull out this time, not willing to risk making you cry like he almost did last night, and tries to catch his breath. His lips are still pressed against yours and you’re making weak sobbing noises, your breath sounding thready in your lungs, and he pulls away to check on you.

Your fingers remain wrapped around the wood of the headboard, and he gently peels them away one by one, massaging each of them until they don’t twitch in his hand anymore, kissing each fingertip before pulling your hand underneath his to press it flat on your stomach.

Your back arches when you feel it, your heady gaze meeting his, and Mingyu feels his cock stir inside of you when you push down, your fingers tracing over the bulge. His stomach jumps at the pressure, and his cum starts to leak out of you, dripping down his balls and onto the sheets.

“Can I move, baby? Get us cleaned up?” Mingyu asks softly, shifting onto his knees and sliding a hand under your ass so he can lift your hips into his, just in case you’re still not ready.

You nod sleepily though, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand, and Mingyu feels his breath catch when his gaze finds the burn from before. It looks a little better, and it’s not blistered at all, thankfully, likely just needing some marigold salve and a bandage to keep it protected.

Mingyu didn’t realize he still felt so wound up about it until the tension left him, his shoulders dropping and his face smoothing now that he’s sure no serious damage was done.

You’re drifting off to sleep already, so Mingyu gathers you up in his arms and navigates carefully to the bathroom, wiping you down with a washcloth and rinsing his cum from between your legs before grabbing the jar of balm and one of the bandages you keep rolled up in the drawer.

He carries you back to bed first, tugging your nightgown over your head and gently pulling your arms through, taking extra care with your injury as he lightly smears the homemade salve on your skin, wrapping your forearm up in fabric and tucking the end.

He’s turning away when your hand catches his, pulling him down into a kiss and breathing, “Love you, Gyu,” into his lips. He whispers it back, three times, before pecking you on the forehead and ambling back to the shower.

He rinses himself off quickly and stumbles into his night clothes, climbing carefully into bed and inching closer and closer until he can get his arms around you to pull you into his chest.

Mingyu had already decided this morning that he was waking up with you tomorrow too, regardless of whether you’d split chores again, and he sighs into your hair, dreaming already of the smile you’ll grace him with when you wake to find him still next to you.

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deekaye · 27 days

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You know what the best part of marrying your best friend is?

Well, it's the unconditional love and acceptance. Even when he knows you snore like a freight train, or remembers those awkward teenage days when you looked like a potato, or how you cried over a simple injection for an entire week. He embraces all of you - quirks, flaws, and all.

I roll my eyes at my best friend slash husband, Seungkwan. He's at it again, playfully teasing me while I'm trying to cook breakfast. Despite his occasional antics, I've grown accustomed to them.

But what truly makes it special is how he loves my family as his own.

"Hey, mother. Did you know when I first saw you, I really thought you and my wife were sisters?" Seungkwan's voice drifted from the kitchen, mingling with the aroma of breakfast cooking on the stove. I smiled at the playful exchange between him and my mom.

Her laughter echoed through the room as she lightly swatted his shoulder. "You moron,how can you remember when you were just 3 years old when your family met us."

"Well, mother, ever since then… you haven't changed even a bit," Seungkwan teased, their shared laughter filling the air.

As I observed their easy rapport, a sense of warmth washed over me. They had effortlessly become family to each other, blending seamlessly into the fabric of our lives.

"Hey, my favorite father!" my husband exclaimed, offering a high five that my dad eagerly reciprocated. Their camaraderie was palpable, a testament to the bond they shared.

"My favorite son!" my dad retorted, a grin playing at the corners of his lips.

Seungkwan chuckled, his expression turning nostalgic. "I'm always glad you became my father! I always envied that woman in the back—" he nodded in my direction "—that she had you as a father. Now, I still can't believe I became your son!"

"Of course, you will always be my son, even if you didn't marry that monkey over there," they laughed together, oblivious to my presence. "Now, hold this flashlight. Let's fix your car. I can't believe you're already grown but can't fix this."

My dad's laughter mingled with Seungkwan's, their banter a familiar melody that filled our home with joy. In that moment, I realized how lucky I was to be surrounded by such love and laughter.

"I've been looking for you everywhere, yet you were just there beside me," The memory of our wedding vows flooded back as I gazed at him, reminding me of the journey that led us to this moment.

Back in college, when we were both grappling with heartbreak and disillusionment, I uttered those words almost as a whimsical notion. "If we can't find someone who will love us forever, let's just marry each other instead." And in that moment of vulnerability and uncertainty, he didn't hesitate to agree.

Now, as I reflect on our journey together, I realize that marrying him was the best decision I ever made. Despite all the missteps and regrets of the past, he has been my constant source of love, support, and happiness.

With Seungkwan by my side, my life has changed in ways I never imagined. In moments of doubt or despair, he's always been there to lift me up. It's almost as if he was the answer to my prayers all along, and I was just too blind to see it.

In him, I found not just a partner, but my soulmate, my confidante, my rock. And as we stand here, enveloped in each other's arms, I know with unwavering certainty that our love will continue to light the path ahead, guiding us through whatever challenges may come our way.

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thatgirl-yn · 1 year

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I love your work, and can you do a mixed genre for Gyu as Husband. Just do what you can as long as the character is Mingyu, he keeps going around in my mind😭.

Sorry if my typing is weird, English is not my language and I use a translator kkk, thanks and love you so much❤️.

Here it is anon, thank you I appreciate it, I hope you like this. ❤️

Mingyu as your husband

Genre: Fluff, smut

Word count:727 words

Character: Mingyu x Reader

You were tired from your work, no tired is an underestimation, you are exhausted. Your boss gave you a pile load of work and expected it to be done within the day so you have to work overtime. If not only for your high-paying salary you would have quit years ago. You got to your car heading home. You opened your door and Kim Mingyu, your husband, greeted you with a tight hug.

“How was your day?” his sweet husky voice entered your ear and you instantly relaxed a bit.

“Tired” you answered tiredly but still smiling. You get to the couch and he put you into his lap cuddling you.

“Aw my poor baby, your boss overworked you again?” You nodded like a child getting pity from your parent.

“Let me get you something to eat” he kissed your forehead and then got up heading to the kitchen.

You followed him like a puppy and sat down on the high stool. You watched Mingyu prepare the ingredients, chopping the garlic and onions and then putting them in the pan. You watched his beautiful and broad back, and how his bicep contracted while he cook. You are so lucky to have him as your husband. He takes very good care of you plus his food is beyond amazing. You are wondering how he got such a perfect body when his food is so delicious you could eat them forever without getting tired of them. Mingyu is a chef and he owns a restaurant just a few blocks from your home. So whenever you are craving something Mingyu always tends to your food cravings.

You can now smell his cooking and your mouth is already salivating.

“Dinner is ready” he said and put two plates in the high stool table. You are too tired to organize the table so you both settled to eat in the high stool counter. He cooked your favorite Pasta Carbonara. It was so delicious you ate two servings.

“Thank you for the meal,” you said then kissed him

“No worries babe, anytime” he winked at you before he turned around to clean the dishes.

You hugged him from behind while he was cleaning the dishes and he looked at you, “You want anything babe?” he asked

“Hm.. just want to hug you,” you said and closed your eyes feeling his warmth. He continued to wash the dishes, and after he was done he wiped his hands and hugged you back.

“Still tired?” he asked and you responded “yea but a little less now” then smiled at him

“Let’s go to the bedroom I’ll massage your back” he took your hand assisting you to your shared bedroom. He took your top off and then put oil in your back, he laid you down and massaged your back.

You can feel his large warm hands in your back and it feels so good. “hmm” you moaned quietly at the sensation, you can feel the tension from your shoulder loosen.

“feels good?” he whispered to your ear and it sent shivers to your back. He noticed that and he chuckled.

“Want me to make you feel good babe?” now he is asking you in his seductive voice “yes please” you answered submissively. He kissed your lower back before he guided your hips to arch back. He removed your remaining clothes. You can feel his breath in your sensitive part, he kissed your inner thighs before he guided his mouth to your sensitive mound. He licked it and it made you squeal, you felt him chuckle from down there. He continued playing your private part with his tongue then he put his fingers inside of you. It felt so good as his hands play with your mound tickling something inside you. He moved his hand inside and out of you faster and you felt something inside you tightening, “I’m gonna come” you said with a staggering breath and he continued to make you feel good until liquid rushed out from your pussy to his mouth, he licked it clean. “I love you,” you said while panting “I love you too baby, can you take more?” he asked you with a smirk, challenging you. “Of course,” you said accepting his challenge. You are so lucky to have him, not only good in the kitchen but also in bed.

To be continued...

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roseandpeaches · 1 year

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Girl Dad Gyu - Baby Food

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of food, health and eating

A/N: It took me some time to get my old laptop to work. Let's pray I can get a new one next year and write more 🥹 Anyway here you go, stay at home husband & dad Mingyu feeding his baby daughter solid food for the first time. Leave a comment and reblog pretty please 🙏

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One of baby Minju's firsts was her first time eating solid food. Mingyu had been excitedly looking forward to this moment for weeks, but he was also a little nervous. He wanted everything to be perfect, and he was worried that Minju might not like the food he had prepared. He had always received praises and encouragement from his family, friends and his wife for his cooking. Mingyu loved feeding his loved ones, it was his way of relaying his love for them.

Infact, Mingyu's love for cooking was one of the things that attracted his wife to him. She knew that he was a keeper when she tasted his home cooked meal for the first time on their third date. And now, with Minju around, he had another reason to cook. He was glad that now with his schedules not being too intense as they used to, he can be a stay at home dad, which allowed Mingyu to experiment with different flavors and ingredients to make the perfect meal for his little girl.

He had spent the morning making pureed vegetables, carefully measuring and blending them to the perfect consistency. He had also set up a special high chair for Minju, complete with a tray and a bib.

When the time finally came, Mingyu set Minju in her high chair and strapped her in. He pulled out a small spoon and scooped up a bit of the pureed carrot and mashed sweet potato. He held it up to Minju's mouth and said, "Okay, Minju, here we go. Open up!"

He had spent hours in the kitchen, perfecting the recipe, and was excited to see his little girl's reaction. At first, Minju didn't seem too sure about the food, as he put the spoon to her mouth, Minju's face twisted in disgust, and she spat out the food. Mingyu was shocked. "What's wrong, Minju? Don't you like it?" She made a face and wrinkled her nose, but then she tentatively opened her mouth and let Mingyu feed her another spoonful.

As she started to eat more, Mingyu's nerves began to melt away. He watched as Minju's face lit up with every bite, and he felt an immense sense of pride and joy. He had made this food for her, and she was actually enjoying it. He continued feeding her spoonful after spoonful, wiping away any excess food that dribbled down her chin.

As Minju ate, Mingyu talked to her and encouraged her, telling her how proud he was of her and how much he loved her. She babbled back at him, giggling and waving her arms in excitement. Mingyu was elated to see his daughter enjoying the food he made. He was nervous when he first decided to make his own baby food for Minju. Seeing her being fed happily makes his heart warm.

He turned his back to fetch her water and he heard Minju giggle. Apparently, she had other plans. While her appa was filling up her sippy cup, Minju reached out for the spoon, and smeared the sweet potato and carrot all over her face and clothes causing her to squeal in excitement. Mingyu, still oblivious to his daughter’s mischief, grinned thinking his food must have been really good for her.

As he turned around he gasped in horror to see his daughter in such state. “Baby, no!” He immediately wiped his daughter’s face, “Aigo Minju–ya, looks like breakfast is over for you huh? Alright let’s get you cleaned up,” Mingyu sighed.

He lifted Minju up from her high chair, took off her bib and stripped her off her clothes and diaper. He’s glad he had decided to feed his baby girl first before washing her up, at least he didn't have to bathe her twice this morning. Mingyu sighed again. "I just want you to eat food that I made, you know? But then again, my baby girl just wants to make a mess," he chuckled as he ran the bath, making sure the water was warm enough. "At least you enjoyed your food in your own way."

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jjkgyu · 2 years

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hi~ i loved jungkook as a first time dad, if it's possible could you make one for mingyu? thanks!

i couldn’t wait to write this >< tysm for the request!!! xx

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mingyu as a first time dad! ♡

mingyu would be so eager for a baby once the two of you were married. he’d talk about it so often and when you finally found out you were pregnant he was the happiest man on earth

he tried to be as confident and reassuring to you throughout the pregnancy, but internally mingyu was nervous at the thought that he was going to be a dad and be responsible for a little life

he would get more and more excited as your due date got closer and he’d want to build the crib and design the nursery as soon as possible. he’d definitely be the type of dad to buy a puppy a few months before she’s born so that you can raise them together

mingyu teared up in awe when he found out he was going to have a daughter. he never stopped kissing your belly and he’d stay up at night with you when you couldn’t sleep from her kicking, talking about the future when you would be parents

once your baby girl is born, mingyu is a changed person. his heart melts when he holds her in his arms for the first time and he can’t help but cry because she’s so tiny and he never wants her to grow up

you don’t even recognise your husband who used to sleep through 29716 missed alarms when he jolts awake in the middle of the night to tend to your crying baby. he’d tell you to stay in bed and that “he’s got this” while he manages to walk into every wall and door on the way out as he stumbles half asleep to her nursery

mingyu is definitely the baby carrier dad. he has her strapped to him 24/7, when he’s taking her grocery shopping or even cleaning around the house. he also loves to chat with her all the time, telling her about his day and asking about hers, to which she can only babble back to him

he’s the best multitasker too. you’d come home after a long day to find your husband mid conversation with your baby while he’s somehow simultaneously feeding her and unloading the groceries.

your daughter is clearly a mama’s girl from early on, which mingyu of course sulks about. she’s always reaching out and wanting to be held by you, even though mingyu tries to get her to come to him by holding her favourite toys. “why won’t you love me too, hm?” he’d joke, before placing kisses all over her little face to make her giggle

of course her first word is ‘mama’, which mingyu pretends to be upset about at first but he can’t hide how proud he is of his baby. he’d still quietly encourage her to say his name, and pout when she can only repeat your name back to him

she first says ‘dada’ while he’s feeding her a bottle one day. he’s holding her close against his chest as she stares at him and says the word he’s been waiting to hear. mingyu immediately drops and spills the bottle in shock, before he starts calling for you and trying to make your baby repeat it (which she of course wouldn’t and you’d accuse him of lying)

mingyu is the type of dad to hold her up and try to get her to walk around the house. he loves putting her in those little walkers because he can’t get over how cute she is and he takes a million videos of her stumbling around. he’s home alone with her when she takes her first steps, and he definitely cries before video calling you immediately to show you

even though he’s a new dad, fatherhood would suit him so well. the sight of a tall handsome muscular man holding his daughter in one arm and her pink sparkly backpack in the other - it’s no wonder other parents can’t help but stare at your husband when he drops her off at daycare (in other words he’s a dilf)

mingyu loves being a girl dad. he loves tying her hair nearly into two little pigtails every morning for school, and he’s front row for every single ballet recital. mingyu loves to dress his daughter in the cutest outfits and will sit and watch the same barbie movie for the 100th time just because it’s her favourite

mingyu has a very close relationship with his daughter and he is obsessed with daddy daughter dates. he loves driving with her to the beach or parks and walking around hand in hand (he doesn’t mind crouching awkwardly because of the height difference) before sitting and sharing an ice cream together

he cannot help himself from spoiling his little princess. he would literally do anything to make her happy, including staying up late at night before her birthday to bake her cakes to take to school the next day for her classmates or buying her favourite toys in every single colour available

mingyu hates taking on the discipline role because he never wants to upset his daughter. he finds it so hard to say no to her, but thankfully she’s really well behaved and listens to her parents so he rarely gets angry at her

he’s the proudest dad ever of every achievement and he’d 100% be the dad to embarrass his daughter by getting out of his seat and moving closer to the stage to get a better photo

mingyu’s daughter is super friendly and smart, and gets along with every single one of his member’s kids too since they grew up together. mingyu is also definitely everyone’s favourite uncle and he’s always in charge of driving his daughter and her friends anywhere they want to go

overall, mingyu would be obsessed with his little girl and be the most loving dad ever !!!

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jeonstellate · 2 months

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forever by my side

mingyu still honors the love signified by his ring, even after all this time.

๑彡 kim mingyu x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 divorced!au/ex-husband!au, post-break up!au — fluff(?), angst(?)

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.8K words

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๑彡 title is taken from zack tabudlo’s by my side (ft. tiara andini).

๑彡 thank you sm for the overwhelming love for my future in your eyes! please accept this as a thank you gift :]

๑彡 this is connected to that fic, a prequel of sorts, but can also be read as a standalone. (i highly recommend reading that, too, though.)

Kim Mingyu is a man of confidence.

He exudes confidence, regardless of what he does. It’s a natural part of his aura — something that he can never control at will.

It comes in handy for his line of work, which often requires him to socialize and impress others. Occasionally, though, it also needs him to give presentations in front of large crowds.

As his audience continues to stare at him, with a mix of glossed eyes and awestruck expressions, Mingyu begins to appreciate his inborn confidence a little bit more.

He’s an extrovert. He does well with crowds. He’s comfortable striking up conversations with complete strangers. He’s talkative and spontaneous and outgoing, amongst other things.

And with his confidence, Mingyu can command a room with ease.

Yet, still, it doesn’t necessarily mean he enjoys public speaking — especially if the crowd he’s addressing is full of college students who are currently everywhere, just not in the classroom.

He can hardly blame them. He has been in their shoes before. He knows what it feels like to listen to professors and guest lecturers drag on when he rather spend his time elsewhere.

"Well then, if you guys thought of more questions later," he began his wrap-up speech, "feel free to email me. Thank you—"

A flurry of moment on his right caught his attention, effectively halting his speech. However, the cause of it is gone by the second he turns.

The only evidence he has that he didn’t hallucinate the entire thing is the murmuring that suddenly engulfs the room. And the small folded piece of paper on his right that seems to appear out of the blue.

Mingyu reaches for the paper and looks around the room. He immediately notices the students’ renewed interest in him. Or perhaps — most likely — they are just interested in how he responses to the note.

He looks down as he opens the paper.

Mister, do you have a significant other?

He chuckles soundlessly. Not because of how off-topic it is from the presentation he just gave, but because it is apparently enough to bring you forth in his mind.

After all, you are his other half. Someone he met and fell in love with within the walls of your college campus. Someone he put great effort to deserve the heart of.

The only one he could see sharing a future with. The only one he went down on one knee for and waited for at the end of the aisle.

The only one he loves with his soul. The only one he respects and cherishes to an unfathomable extent.

Mingyu gives a shy smile to the sea of students before raising his hand, palm facing inward. He lets the gold band around his ring finger shine under the spotlights aimed at him.

Their collective disappointment is loud.

Mingyu finds their reaction amusing. He has watched countless people react to his marital status over the years. Those who appear dismayed, he notes, often try their best to hide it, albeit unsuccessfully. As a matter of fact, this is the first time anyone has ever showed disdain so openly — a whole group, too, no less.

He can’t stop the soundless chuckle that escaped. He has always been proud of his marriage. He boasts about it — and you — every chance that he gets. It’s something that always brings a smile to his face. Something that he never gets tired of.

Even after the divorce.

The end of your marriage had been a mutual decision. You both agreed that it was the best action to take, before anything escalated to something unbecoming. And, at the time, it was the best decision to take.

The end of your marriage didn’t signify the end of his love for you, though. That’s why, even years after the court made your divorce official, his wedding ring stayed on his finger.

Mingyu may have failed to keep you by his side, but he absolutely has no plans to rid himself of the only physical reminder of your marriage.

Mingyu may have lost his rights to claim you as his spouse; but at least in front of strangers, he can still pretend that the gold around his finger is more than a remembrance.

"How are you going to find a replacement for your wedding ring if you keep letting people think you’re still married?" Minghao wonders when he meets up with him after his presentation.

Ironically enough, his longtime friend personifies the reality that his façade only works with strangers. Those who don’t know what happened. Nor can read him like an open book. Nor notice the hint of sadness in his eyes.

Mingyu simply shrugs at that, "Bold of you to assume I want a replacement in the first place."

(After all, his wedding ring isn’t just a conversational piece. It’s also his lifeline . . . something he can’t bear to lose, especially when he already lost you.)

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wonustars · 6 days

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calling all gyuldaengies !! (or anyone really)

if there’s anything you feel like would be cute scenes and such added to the househusband gyu fic please drop them in my inbox hehe 😋 finals are almost over so i’ll be going back to writing soon!! i want some more inspo and i thought getting my followers opinions would make the fic more enjoyable for you all the read!

i’d like to preface that this is a ex-mafia au!/arranged marriage :3 hopefully that helps w the ideas you have if u decide to send any heheh

any mingyu househusband thoughts are welcome (soft or hard thoughts alike) 🤍

(yes this fic is inspired by the anime so if there’s any scenes in the anime u want in this fic lmk what they are!)

some things i’ve alrdy got in the fic:

- cooking together / mingyu doing groceries and house work

- movie night/watching tv with hubby gyu

- he also plays golf in this fic mwahahaha

- heart to heart with reader

- reader has a cat! cat doesn’t like mingyu but he attracts a lot of dogs

#mingyu #seventeen #mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #mingyu soft thoughts #mingyu hard thoughts #mingyu soft hours #mingyu fluff #seventeen fic #wonustars ✧.* {fics: the way of the house husband}

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mingyusthetic · 2 years

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Seventeen members from most husband material to most boyfriend material.

1. Mingyu

Kim Mingyu is just another word for "domestic". Like have you seen this man with his huge muscular arms going around cleaning their dorm and cooking for the members. He's going to cook you delicious meals and help you with daily chores. He's always showering you with compilmets and spoiling you with gifts, big or small.

2. Joshua

Hong Joshua will treat you like a queen. Period. He's a very gentle husband, helping you make the tough decisions in your life, supporting and loving you till the very end.

3. Seungcheol

He might not be very big on domestic work. But he's very protective of you and has a very good insight. Life with him as a husband is going to feel safe and comfortable.

4. Dokyeom

He's going to shower you with so much affection and just pure unconditional love. He's going to make you so, so happy. There's never a dull moment with Dokyeom as your husband.

5. Minghao

He's going to make your life so much easier with his wise advices, calm persona and love. He's there for you at all times despite how busy he is- guiding, supporting and loving you through the hard times.

6. Jun

He respects you as an individual and encourages you to make your own decisions and live your life at your own terms. He's empowering and showers you with so much love.

7. Wonwoo

Jeon Wonwoo is the perfect combination of husband + boyfriend material. He's protective of you but also encourages you to make your own decisions. He enjoys your hobbies and cherishes every moment spent with you.

8. Jeonghan

He's playful and never fails to bring a smile on your face. There are no rough days with yoon jeonghan at your side. He shows you how to live life happily, without stressing much all while also teaching you the important lessons.

9. Dino

He's very attentive to your needs. He's a good listener but also a good adviser. You both talk about all sorts of things, it's your favourite bonding time. And each time you learn that he's wiser than you thought he was. He's very loving and caring and makes it pretty evident with his day to day actions.

10. Seungkwan

He teaches you how to live life to the fullest and on your own terms. He's caring and very considerate of your feelings, you both enjoy a lot of activities together.

11. Woozi

Even when he seems lost in his work, he's constantly thinking about how to make life easier for you and shower you with love. He might not be the best in expressing his feelings but he adores you so much.

12. Hoshi

You're going to live a movie-like life with Hoshi. Every day is special with a new adventure waiting for you, there are literally no boring days with him. He just has a way to make every thing so special.

13. Vernon

He loves you for who you are, you both enjoy each other's company even when you're doing the bare minimum. He can be forgetful but he's very considerate of your feelings and really just adores you so much.

Mingyu to Jun are all husband material.

Wonwoo is a mixture of husband and boyfriend material.

Jeonghan to Vernon are all boyfriend material.