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imaginidol · 10 months

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Yunho: Table Manners

!!mentions of nsfw!! 18+ !! do NOT interact if you don’t like smut!! As requested, here is another ateez smut fic! I haven’t even finished my ot8 fluff stories and I’m already pumping these out ahead of time! Naughty atiny!! In case you are interested, here is a San ver. smut and a Hongjoong ver. smut and a Mingi ver. smut, Wooyoung ver. smut and jongho ver. Smut. I’ve already gotten another asmuteez request so be on the look out for that if you NEED it *squints suspiciously at you*

"A pleasure to finally meet you," Wooyoung quickly bows his head in your direction, followed by a gentle greeting from the rest of the ATEEZ boys.

Tonight was a special night, as it was the first night Yunho was properly introducing you to his best friends in the world as his official romantic partner.

He had invited his members out to a very nice dinner for the occasion, and everyone had dressed casually elegant.

You, however, looked exceptionally beautiful in your choice of clothing for the occasion: a slim-fitted black halter-maxi dress with a plunging neckline, all of which graciously outlined the alluring curvature of your body. Your hair was pinned in a high ponytail and your sparkling heels complemented the final look well.

It was no secret that you were total eye candy at first sight, and one of Yunho's members in particular had taken special notice as well.

As the night progressed, the initial light conversation turned into full conversations about hobbies, industry gossip, how-we-met stories, and other fun interests.

Wooyoung takes a slow sip of his white wine, turning his attention to you.

"You said you'd want to learn more about recording songs, right?"

"I'd love to, actually," you smile, turning to Yunho. "Will you take me one day?"

Yunho's eyes softened. "I'll bring you this week to studio, if you'd like."

"Thank you! I feel like it would be so fun to see how you guys work!"

"Why don't you record stuff for fun while you're there?" Wooyoung smirks, taking another sip of his wine. "I could show you a few things, too."

"Really?" you smile eagerly, "What about music production, could we try that too?"

Wooyoung nodded, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms, eyeing you steadily. "I could definitely do that for you."

"Wooyoung, you're not too buzzed yet, yeah?" Hongjoong says, rubbing his palm against a now half-drunken Wooyoung's neck.

Wooyoung scoffs, shaking his head quietly. "Nah, not yet."

Yunho takes notice of his friend's odd behavior. While he wouldn't be upset if Wooyoung did find you attractive, he was going to be upset if Wooyoung intended to do something about it and passively flirt around you all night long.

"Would you please excuse us," Yunho politely nods towards the rest of his members, pulling his chair back to stand and lightly tapping you on the shoulder.

"Oh?" you look up at your boyfriend and let him wrap his hand around yours as you follow him out to the restroom hallway.

"What's wrong, babe?" you place a hand against Yunho's arm as he turns towards you, his fingers rubbing his eyes in visible annoyance.

"It's nothing that's necessarily your fault, but I don't... I think... I think Wooyoung's got an eye on you, or something like that."

"Wooyoung?" you start giggling, cupping a hand around Yunho's jaw. "Awe, are you getting jealous?"

"Shh, it's not funny," he mutters, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling.

"Yunho, I don't think I've ever seen or heard you when you're jealous. I kind of like it," you tease, placing your hands against his chest and leaving a soft kiss against his lips.

"Just don't give him too much attention anymore, alright? I'll deal with him after," he mumbles into your lips. He gently wraps his arms around your waist, not wanting to think about his friend's behavior anymore.

"But, does this mean I can't go to your recording studio anymore?"

Yunho's eyebrows furrow slightly. "Only if you're with me, and you let me show you how things work."

"Oh?" you cock your head to the side, smiling, "So, no Wooyoung?"

Yunho's eyes grow hooded. "You want him to come? What, so you like his attention on you now?"

You shrugged. "I guess I like it when I get attention," you smirk.

Yunho furrows his brows more, studying your expressions carefully.

She's doing it again, he thinks.

"You're doing it again," he mutters out loud.

"What am I doing?" you say, placing your index fingers around his belt loops.

"Don't fuck around with me like that, especially not with Wooyoung," he mumbles in a low grating voice, bringing his face closer to yours.

"Okay, I won't," you smile, "just as long as it means you are giving me all the attention I want."

Yunho's eyes jump from your eyes to your lips, his hands still clutched around your waist. "And what if I don't? Should I get worried?"

You drop your smile quickly as you bring a hand up to his face, rubbing your thumb steadily against his bottom lip. "I'll get it from Wooyoung."

Yunho immediately rams his lips into yours out of pure frustration, shoving your back against the wall.

"Say it again, I fucking dare you," Yunho mutters breathily, digging his fingernails into your ass.

You let out a soft groan as you feel his harsh kisses trace a line from your jaw down your neck, both your hands now gripping his waist.

"If I see you giving him the attention he wants one more time, I'll fuck the shit out of you until you regret it," he hisses.

"Do I... do I have to wait to give him attention for me to get that punishment?" you tease softly, pulling against his belt loops again.

"Fuck it, you're done for," he snarls, looking over his shoulder and locating your next impromptu destination: a janitor's closet.

He quickly pulls you in, shutting the lights off and locking the door behind him before turning his attention back to you.

You feel his strong hands wrap around your back as he slams your body against the wall behind you, making a rattling noise as several custodial objects toppled all over the floor in the process.

You tug at his pants desperately, begging with your fingers for him to take them off.

"Oh, fuck no, you're not getting shit unless you beg me for it," he snarls, slapping your hands away from his belt and unzipping the back of your dress.

You whine in protest, pulling your arms out of your sleeve holes and slipping out of your heels in a few swift motions as Yunho pulls his sleeves up to his elbows.

Yunho lifts a couple fingers to his lips and quickly drenches them in spit before proceeding to glide his hand down your stomach and into your panties.

"Yunho,” you whisper as you feel his fingers find their way onto your clit. He began massaging you gently; kneading strategically against your sensitive happy button as soft moans began escaping your lips.

“You like that, princess?” he mumbles under his breath, soft grunts escaping his lips as he felt you drenching his fingers more and more.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he hisses, scrunching his face in deep pleasure as he felt a boner rising somewhere deep within his pants.

He raises an arm against the wall next to your head and encloses his mouth around yours, keeping his other hand busy rubbing two drenched fingers against your bean. You have one arm wrapped around his shoulder and neck, the other tugging desperately at his arm as you raised one leg around his hips, nudging him to start fingering you.

"You want attention, princess?" he breathes, biting your lip profusely as he followed his fingers down your labia to reach your hole.

"Fuck," you whimper, raising your leg higher in desperation at the feel of Yunho's steady fingers gently teasing your entrance.

"Beg for it," he sneers, his breath hot against your neck as he cravingly bit into your skin.

"Please, finger me already," you whimper, "just please fucking finger me!"

“You’re so fucking needy,” Yunho scoffs, inserting his fingers into you and pulling out steadily, his cock now fully hardened and poking you through his clothed crotch.

Your soft moans being to match the pace of his fingers sliding in and out of you, your hole growing wetter and looser alongside his every rapturing stroke.

"Please, Yunho, fuck me," you achingly plead, shamelessly tugging at his zipper in an attempt to pull it down.

"You're gonna be fucking patient," he growled, seeing as how your itched fingers had managed to thirstily slide their way underneath his boxers.

You pulled down his boxers and out popped his wet, hardened cock. You traced circles around his tip as he kept ramming his fingers in and out of you, ignoring your hungry requests for more.

Suddenly, a devious thought lingered through your mind.

"You know,” you smile, “I bet Wooyoung would've had his cock inside of me already a long fucking time ago," you tease.

That sentence alone is enough to force Yunho to rip his dress shoes, black turtleneck, and pants off his body, desperately fumbling his way out.

You clench your jaw as he lifts your legs off the ground and wraps them around his waist, his hardened member already seeping wet drops of cum at its tip.

"Say... that... again... SAY IT!!" he pants desperately as he begins pushing himself roughly into you, every word coming out of his mouth in unison with each deep thrust. Your loud moans began to fill the otherwise quiet and voided air around you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you moan loudly, clawing your fingernails deeply into the soft canvas of porcelain-like skin of his back as each intensifying stroke slipped in and out of your pink-fleshed caverna.

"They've been gone awhile; do you think they're alright?" Yeosang turns to Hongjoong, taking a sip of his hot tea as quiet jazz tunes play from the ceiling speakers above.

"Hmm," Hongjoong turns toward the end of the restaurant where he last saw you and Yunho disappear. "Don't know."

"Probably arguing, as healthy couples do," Jongho says, taking a bite of fish cake. "Wooyoung, I blame you,” he sneers through a mouthful of food. “Keep your eyes to yourself next time, yeah? It's bro code."

"Right," Hongjoong turns back around thoughtfully, popping some kimchi into his mouth.

You slam both hands against the wall as Yunho roughly turns you onto your stomach, spreading your legs wide as he began hitting it from the back.

Yunho's bangs are drenched as tiny drops of sweat splash onto your hot, glossy back, both your bodies growing warmer under the intensifying and sexy heat of friction. With every passing desirous moan and grunt, Yunho thrusts himself deeper into you, bending over to firmly clasp his hands around your hips and then biting profusely into your neck.

Loud moans escape your lips as you're no longer able to keep them in, your body under complete control of the boy masterminding an orchestra of your vocal chords behind you.

Yunho's breathy gasps slowly turn to soft whimpers as his wet, throbbing member slips in and out of your loosened warm, velvety inner walls. He seemingly felt himself on the verge of reaching his limit, but refused to let go until you reached the pleasure you oh-so wonderfully deserved.

"C'mon, baby," Yunho whispers into your ear as you throw your head back into his shoulder, "cum for me already," he whispers gently. At that, he begins fucking you harder and faster, throwing any and all signs of polite and gentle sex out the window.

You fail to hold in a loud, pleasurable groan as your lower abdomen is joyously overwhelmed by the full extortion of your final orgasm, to which Yunho takes the full and pleasurable joy of feeling his throttling member drench completely at your release.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," Yunho hisses, sinking his teeth deep into his bottom lip as the sensation of your warmth overwhelms his hot, throbbing member. He pulls out quickly with only seconds of limited time to jerk himself off before a steaming hot jet stream of cum shoots all over your back.

"Fuck," Yunho takes a couples steps back, outstretching his arms to lean against the wall in front of him with you underneath. He leans in gently, lowering his warm body against your back as several of his soft kisses are gently planted against your cheek. The small janitorial closet grew quiet except for the heavy panting in an attempt to catch your breaths. He looked around and only hoped that the custodians of this restaurant would take deep-cleaning requests seriously, and he cursed himself quietly under his breath for the uncanny mess that was left of the small room. He planted one last soft kiss against your shoulder as he stepped back and started shuffling through the storage bins in search of a roll of paper towels.

"Don't move, baby," he muttered, wiping what he could of his mess off your back and in between your legs. He folded the paper towel and with it finished wiping himself down, though he knew that you two wouldn't be fully clean until you managed to take a shower sometime later that night.

"Sorry, baby," he hummed, balancing you on your feet as he helped you pull your dress back on and slip into your heels. "I'll try to find an excuse for us to go home as quickly as possible."

You giggled as you helped your boyfriend dress himself next, leaving a quick, soft kiss against his V-line before pulling his pants up and zipping them shut.

"I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow," you sigh under your breath, annoyedly pinching your boyfriend's waist as you both awkwardly stepped out of the closet.

"How do I look?" you tiredly smile up to your boyfriend, trying to pat down your hair as best as you could. Streaks of your runny eye makeup and faded lipstick made him giggle softly, a proud trophy he considered after the sinful events of the last twenty minutes.

"You look like you've learned your lesson," he smirks, leaning over to plant a soft kiss against your cheek. He pulls out another paper towel and begins to gently touch up your makeup the best that he could, though with all his best efforts you still looked like you were lawlessly railed without any signs of regret.

"What about me? Do I look presentable?"

You giggled at the sight of his wrinkled shirt and mess of drenched hair, running your fingers through his bangs in an attempt to make him look not-so-guilty of the heinous acts he'd just committed out of distasteful jealousy.

"Oh, there you are. We thought you guys had left already," Yeosang smiles as you and Yunho hobbled awkwardly into your seats. You flinched as you sat, still feeling the rawness in your hole where Yunho had recklessly fucked you like it was no one’s immediate business.

"Were you crying?" Jongho says, noticing the smudged residue of mascara and eyeliner that Yunho had failed to completely wipe clean. Yunho takes notice and proceeds to gently pat a napkin against your face.

Yunho smiled assuringly in your direction. “What? No, those are happy tears, you see," he teased, flashing you a pretty grin with perfect teeth.

"Oh? That's good to hear, then," Wooyoung sighed, nudging Jongho's arm. "See? They weren’t arguing.”

Jongho rolls his eyes.

“Anyhow,” Hongjoong continues, turning to face you, "you’re very beautiful and we very much appreciated getting to finally meet you,” he smiles, turning his attention to Yunho next. “She's a real gem, so never forget to treat her right,” he finishes, sending a small wink in your direction.

Yunho squeezed your thigh under the table, turning a gentle smile back in your direction.

"Trust me when I say, taking good care of her is my top priority."

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mi-rae07 · 5 months

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captain hongjoong finds out his s/o pretended as a human on his ship when she’s actually a mermaid! so he kicks her out but regrets it after realizing she’s vulnerable but he was too late when he went off to find her getting harrassed and killed by merchants :(

Kim Hongjoong : Our Destiny

Pairing : Kim Hong-Joong (Ateez) and named character (Moon Hera)

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A/n : Okay so this took a long, long time to process and I'm sorry about that but I was just working on lot of other works and now I finally have some time to process the inbox requests. I have made a few changes here and there in the storyline (maybe), but let's hope it is to your liking. As usual, I've tried my best and I hope ya'all enjoy it.

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Hongjoong stared at his love who was lying fast asleep beside him, her hazel brown locks covering a part of her face. Hongjoong brought his hand towards her and slowly brushed the hair back, a loving smile on his face.

Moon hera was the only person hongjoong could go soft for in this planet, she was the only person hongjoong could do anything for.

Hera : joongie?

Hongjoong : yes sweetheart?

Hera smiled as she slowly opened her eyes, hongjoong's happy face being the first thing she saw. Oh how she loved him being the first and last thing she set her eyes on.

Hera : good morning.

Hongjoong smiled wider and held hera's cheek, leaning forward before capturing her lips in his. Hera wrapped her arms around hongjoong's neck with a giggle, hongjoong chuckling as he whispered against her lips

Hongjoong : my beautiful lady.

Hera : all yours.

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Hera was standing on the bow of the ship, staring down at the water beneath her with intent eyes. She missed it, missed being in the sea, surrounded by her own realm. She was a shape-shifting mermaid, one of her kind. She could have human legs when she wanted, and change it to a mermaid tail when she got on the water and required it. But it had been a long time since she was a mermaid in water, and she missed it.

Mermaids were looked down upon by everyone, and hence her kind rarely came out of the water, scared the others would kill them. Hera had been one of the very few that had come out and lived among the common folk without getting killed, and that was only because no one knew she was a mermaid in here. And being known as hongjoong's lover, came with it's own respect and fear. So no one questioned her, fearful of hongjoong's wrath.

Hera flinched as she felt a loud splash in the water beneath her, the sight of a mermaid tail suddenly being visible to her. Hera's eyes widened as she stepped back, hoping no one had seen that. If she was seen talking to a mermaid, everyone would know hera was one herself.

As only a mermaid could communicate to another one. Hera had to leave.

But before hera could run away she felt the mermaid jump up from the water, landing right onto the ship in front of hera.

Hera : no. no-

The mermaid in front of her smiled, not knowing she was putting hera's life in complete danger.

??? : I am marina, daughter of your mother's sister.

Here looked around with scared eyes as she said

Hera : please, you-you can't be here-

Marina : I wish to talk with you.

Hera : we can't. marina, I can't. if anyone finds out I'm a mermaid-

Marina : but this is important, hera. It is about your mother.

Hera : I have cut all ties with her! I am no longer her daughter. Now please, please go back-

Hongjoong : SWEETHEART? WHERE ARE YOU!

Hera felt her heartbeat quicken in fear at hongjoong's voice. If he found out, she would be done for.

Hera : oh lord. No no-

Hera froze as she felt footsteps halting right behind her, a small gasp heard around the deck. Marina's eyes widened as she swiftly jumped back into the water, vanishing from sight. Hera closed her eyes, her heart completely breaking as she realized it was all over.

Hongjoong : he-hera?

Hera turned around slowly, the look hongjoong was currently giving her tearing hera apart. What had she done, why hadn't she told him before? Why did she betray him?

Hera : joong, please.

Hongjoong let out a shaky breath and turned around, walking away with no more words. Hera quickly ran after him, holding his wrists with her trembling hand as she said

Hera : no please. Please listen to me-

Hongjoong : listen to your lies? Again?

Hera : hongjoong-

Hongjoong turned around with teary eyes, hera blinking her eyes as she stepped back

Hongjoong : no hera, if you'd told me that you were a mermaid, I would've still loved you. Because my love for you was never based on who you were, or what you were. I loved you for you, I loved you for the trust you put in me and the trust I could put in you. But that's gone now. I would've loved you, and I would've protected you until I died. But no. you didn't fucking trust me so you lied to me.

Hera : hongjoong I was scared!

Hongjoong : I DON’T CARE HERA! You fucking lied to me!

Hera stared at hongjoong, tears falling down her eyes as hongjoong continued

Hongjoong : I trusted you with my entire life, I loved you with my entire soul, hera. But you tore it all apart.

Hera : I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry please forgive me-

Hongjoong : I want you out of the ship when we harbor on the next island.

Hera's eyes widened in fear. No. no, she would die the moment she stepped out of this ship.

Hera : oh no no. hongjoong no please-

Hongjoong did not bother listening further and walked to his room in the ship, hera running behind him while still pleading desperately. But hongjoong paid no heed to any of it. And when he finally reached his room, he got inside and shut the door right before hera could get in, locking it. Hera banged on the door, tears streaming down her cheeks as she said

Hera : PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME AWAY HONGJOONG!

Hongjoong sat down on his bed with a thud, tears dropping down his eyes. Hera sobbed, banging harder against the door as she said

Hera : please, they'll kill me! Hongjoong, you can't let me die!

Hongjoong could not keep her here any longer either, she had betrayed him.

Hera : HONGJOONG I LOVE YOU! YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU, WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME!

Hongjoong shut his eyes tightly, tears falling down his cheeks. Hera cried harder, her bangs getting weaker as she said

Hera : PLEASE! PLEASE don't…don't let me go.

Hongjoong face scrunched up in pain as he heard hera slide down the wall, her sobs still coming through the wood. Hongjoong brought his hands up to his ears, clasping them shut as tears streamed down his own eyes.

Hongjoong : I'm sorry, hera-ya.

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Hera flinched as she felt the thud of the ship harboring against land, quickly standing up as her breathing got heavy. She was going to have to leave now, hongjoong was going to make her leave. Just as hera was about to try and hide somewhere the door behind her opened, revealing a red eyed hongjoong. His gaze turned cold at the sight of her as hera said

Hera : joong, please listen to me-

Hongjoong : no. step out or I will have to do the deeds myself, moon hera.

Hera pressed her lips together, looking at hongjoong with desperate eyes as she said

Hera : so what about our love, hongjoong? What about all the years we spent together and all the promises we made to each other? What about our future-

Hongjoong : there will be no future for us anymore, hera. Because love is made from trust, and that you have now broken, in the same way you have broken our promises. The years we spent together is nothing but a lie anymore, hera. None of those have any values anymore so leave while you still can.

Hera sniffled, her eyes lowering to the floor as she said in a low voice

Hera : I was scared you wouldn't accept me, hongjoong. I loved you, I wanted you and I thought you'd never love me back if I said I was a mermaid.

Hongjoong : well now you've lost everything, hera. Go back to the sea, and never return, for your own good.

The sea would never accept her, but hera didn't say that out loud and hongjoong didn't know it either. And so hera turned around, walking towards the exit of the ship as she stepped out. Her hands covered her mouth, muffled sobs leaving her lips as she didn't dare look back. Because if she were to see hongjoong's face one more time, she was afraid she'd never be able to go away on her own.

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2 days later :

Seonghwa : hongjoong, if you're going to keep drinking like this I'll be carrying your dead body within a week.

Hongjoong groaned as he took another sip of the ale, leaning back against the bar stool as he said

Hongjoong : let me be, hwa.

Seonghwa : if you loved her so much, why did you ask her to leave, hongjoong?

Hongjoong : because she's a bloody mermaid, hwa. She lied to me, she broke my trust. How can I keep her on my ship after such treachery?

Seonghwa : she must've been scared, hongjoong-ah. This world is not fair to her kind.

Hongjoong : I loved her, hwa, and she knew it. Shouldn't she have known I'd accept her as whatever she was? She just didn't trust me, so I asked her to leave. She'll go back to the sea now, where she truly belongs.

Seonghwa : and you're going to wreck yourself like this, crying over her but not taking her back because of this ego of yours.

Hongjoong had another gulp of the ale as he said

Hongjoong : let us just call it my destiny.

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A week later :

To say the least, hera was struggling. Hiding in the land was very hard, especially since she couldn't trust anyone as everyone knew her to be hongjoong's lover. She had to beware of not only humans who hated mermaids, but also hongjoong's million other enemies who'd be waiting to capture her and use her as bait. They didn't know he'd thrown her out, did they?

Hera had been living in an abandoned hut near the woods for the past few days, having whatever scraps of food she could attain from around her. But now she was facing a problem, there was no more food left around her. Hera was now sitting with her back against the wooden wall, the only source of light coming from the rusty window she'd opened a while ago for fresh air.

Just as hera was about to close her eyes in order to sleep, she suddenly heard footsteps coming closer to her. Hera's eyes widened, quickly pressing her ears against the wooden wall as she could now hear the small chuckles and voices as well. And the worst part? They were talking about trades and treasures, and it were male voices. That only meant one thing, they were pirate merchants, the kind that despised mermaids, especially if it were a woman.

Hera suddenly felt her heart beat faster in fear as she felt the sudden need for hongjoong. He had always protected her, he always kept her behind him and shielded her from the worst. But now, now she was all alone.

Hera stood up from her place quietly and decided to sneak out the back door of the small hut, thinking the merchants would enter from the front. But as soon as she opened the door, she was thrown right onto the ground, a group of 5 men with dirty smirks on their faces standing all over hera's weak body lying on the ground.

??? : look who we have here, a pretty lady.

??? : she's kim hongjoong's lady, sir.

The man who seemed to be the boss chuckled, leaning down as he placed a finger against hera's trembling lips. And from that touch itself hera felt disgusted, wanting to get away from this man. He reeked of alcohol, and bad omen.

??? : even better.

Hera shook her head frantically, tears already filling her eyes as she said shakily

Hera : please! Please let me go I don't have any money on me at all-

??? : who said we want money from you? We want something else entirely.

Hera's eyes widened as one of the other men chuckled and kneeled down, pulling her up by the collar before tearing her long skirt till mid-way. Hera screamed as the man's nail dug into her thigh skin, her tears falling onto the floor as she realized what they were about to do.

Hera : pl-please. Please don't do this, I will do anything please-

??? : anything?

Hera sobbed, looking up at the man as he said

??? : will you kill kim hongjoong for us, then?

Hera whimpered, her eyes lowering to the floor at that. There was no way she could kill the man she loved, because her kind only loved once. Hongjoong was the man she chose, even if he'd thrown her away now. She wouldn't give him up for anything, not even her own life.

Hera : I can-cannot.

The man smiled, nodding towards the other man who was still holding hera by the collar before saying

??? : tear it all off, han.

Hera shut her eyes tightly as the man's hand started touching her in places it never should, realizing this was the end of it all.

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Hongjoong ran his hand through his already messy hair, feeling as if something was terribly wrong. Hera's locket that she'd once given him the day they'd confessed their love for each other kept vibrating in hongjoong's hand. Ever since she's gone he hadn't taken it off of his pocket. But he had no idea what it meant, the vibrations, but he felt as if it indicated that something was wrong. And even worse? The locket kept telling him that the danger was ahead of him, in land. Except hongjoong had thought hera would've gone back to the sea, where it was safer for her. What the hell was she still doing on land?

Seonghwa : hongjoong?

Hongjoong flinched, turning back around as he looked at his bestfriend. And just by looking at hongjoong's worried pale face, seonghwa knew something was wrong with hera.

Seonghwa : is it her?

Hongjoong looked at the still vibrating locket as he said

Hongjoong : I feel like something's happening to her, seonghwa, something bad.

Seonghwa : then go to her, captain.

Hongjoong : I…I want to but I don't know where she is. She's supposed to be in the sea, seonghwa! Where she belongs. Why the hell is she on land, and why didn't she tell me if she were going back there-

Seonghwa : because you threw her out, hongjoong. You said you wanted nothing with her anymore, how can she come back to you then?

Hongjoong let out a breath, looking back down at the locket as seonghwa placed his hand on hongjoong's shoulder before saying

Seonghwa : you love her, captain. You know it, and the locket knows it. You will know where to find her, or that stone will lead you to her.

Hongjoong looked up at seonghwa as he asked

Hongjoong : you think so?

Seonghwa : I know so. Go get your lady, captain. And be safe.

Hongjoong let out a small smile before patting seonghwa's hand on his shoulder

Hongjoong : thank you, hwa.

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Hongjoong was panting by the time he'd run up to wherever the locket was leading him. He was now standing in a meadow right outside the woods, the only thing being here other than bare land being a small hut that seemed to be abandoned. It was evening by now, and the sun was slowly setting. The woods would soon be dangerous but the locket kept urging hongjoong to go further.

But the vibrations grew faster as hongjoong neared the hut, and he realized that the door was slightly ajar. Hongjoong laid his hand on his knife's hilt before kicking the door open, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him.

Hongjoong quickly dropped the locket, rushing towards hera who was lying on the floor, her body half bare and bleeding in certain places. And as hongjoong dropped to his knees beside her with tears in his eyes, he could see that a knife was jammed deep into her stomach.

Hongjoong : h-hera, hera no. no no no.

Hongjoong quickly placed her body on his lap as he held her pale cheek, hera's eyes slowly fluttering open at the movement as she muttered hoarsely

Hera : hong-hongjoong?

Hongjoong sniffled as he nodded his head furiously, holding hera's body closer to him as he said

Hongjoong : who did this to you, hera. Why…why are your clothes-

Hera : I was raped.

Hongjoong's heart dropped at her words, his tears streaming down his cheek as he whispered

Hongjoong : no. no! hera you told me you'd go back to the sea! I thought you were going back-back to your family not to this…this place! I…I no no no-

Hera : my family would nev-never accept me, hongjoong. They'd kill me.

Hongjoong sobbed, hating himself for not realizing that sooner. He could have saved her from this, he let this happen to her.

Hera : and now I…I am going to die.

Hongjoong : no, no you cannot die. I will take you to a doctor-

Hera : it is too la-late, hongjoong. I have…I have lost too much blood.

Hongjoong looked around as he realized hera was right, there was too much blood on the floor and too less inside her body. Hongjoong sobbed helplessly, his hand around hera tightening as he said

Hongjoong : I am so sorry, love. I am so sorry I let this happen to you. I should've protected you, I never-never should've let you go. This is all my fault-

Hera : hongjoong.

Hongjoong whimpered as hera placed her bloody hand on his cheek, smearing it with her blood as she whispered with a small smile

Hera : this is my destiny, it is not your fault. God has willed it, and it has happened.

Hongjoong : damn the god, and damn this destiny of ours.

Hera : if it weren't for destiny I wouldn't have known your love, joong. My life…my life would've been so bare. It would've been long, but bare.

Hongjoong : if it weren't for me you wouldn't be in this position, hera! You would have lived.

Hera : I would choose you even if I were to know that this is how we'd end, joong, again and again. For I'd rather live a short life filled with your love and happiness than live immortal with no one to love me or no one to love.

Hongjoong sobbed, shaking his head as hera groaned in pain before saying

Hera : your love has made my life complete, and now I will die happily.

Hongjoong : this is not fair, why is it you and not me. Why-why couldn't I have been the one dying. You are innocent, this should've been my punishment.

And then hongjoong thought, maybe this is my punishment.

Hera : because I have one last thing to ask of you, hongjoong. I-I wish to go back to the sea.

Hongjoong stared at hera as she said with a small smile

Hera : after I die, put my body back to my own realm, hongjoong, where I belonged once. The sea gave me my life, and now I will give back to it. Will you do that for me, love?

Hongjoong cried, nodding his head before saying

Hongjoong : yes, yes I will.

Hera smiled, looking at hongjoong one last time before saying

Hera : I love you, hongjoong.

And hongjoong watched as the life slipped out of hera's eyes, the locket ceasing to vibrate as hongjoong wailed, cradling his lover's dead body ever so close to his chest. He could no longer hear her heart beat against him, and he could no longer feel his. As she had taken his heart away along with her, and now he was all but a mere body.

Hongjoong cried until the sun set, feeling hera one last time against him.

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Hongjoong was now standing at the tail of a boat he had stolen from the harbor a few hours ago, having set sail deeper into the sea before the owner could catch up to him at all. It had been a few hours since and hongjoong was far away from land and his own ship, hera's body still held close to him. She had wanted to go back to the sea, and now hongjoong would go with her.

Hongjoong walked closer to the edge of the boat with hera lying limp in his arms, her half torn skirt blowing against the wind as hongjoong looked up at the star filled sky with tear-filled eyes. How hard had his life been?

Hongjoong : you said love meant sacrifice once, didn't you? And I told you that love meant co-existence. That if you were to go one day, if you were to die, then I'd die with you. My heart and my soul is yours, moon hera, as yours was mine. And now you have taken it all away with you, leaving me with nothing but a lifeless body.

Hongjoong looked back at hera, his tear falling onto her pale face that glittered against the moonlight as hongjoong smiled. She still made him feel like he was soaring through the skies, she still brought him more happiness than anyone else could give, she was still his hera.

Hongjoong : I go where you go, and if it is to the sea, then the sea it is. Or if it is to the heavens, then there I will follow.

Hongjoong leaned down, kissing hera's forehead one last time before whispering

Hongjoong : I love you, my heart.

And saying that hongjoong let himself fall into the water, hera's body still held in his. And as he felt his body be swallowed up by the water, his lungs filling with the same water that once provided him his life, his hand still held hera's cold limp ones. Hongjoong looked at her one last time, the sea causing her brown hair to flow all around her and the water making her look even paler than she already was. He could no longer see her blue eyes that were almost the same color as the water that was now killing him, but he could imagine it.

And with her beautiful eyes in mind he closed his own, letting the sea take them wherever it willed. But wherever it was, they'd be together, hongjoong and hera. And that was all he cared about.

And then the two lifeless lovers’ bodies hit the bottom of the sea, their interlocked hands glittering under the sea water, where they’d both first held hands.

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5 Centuries later :

Hongjoong woke up from his sleep gasping, looking frantically around him as he realized that he was still on the same bus going back to his home after a full day of work at the city corp. Hongjoong sat up straight against the bus seat, placing his hand against his racing heart as he realized it was just a dream. A dream where he was a pirate and in love with a girl he'd never even seen before who had caused his own death. Hongjoong could still feel the sea water in his lungs, the ocean surrounding his body. God, that was just terrible, he thought.

Hongjoong looked forward as the bus stopped to pick up a few other people, a pale hand with long glittering nails wrapping around the bus safety rod as a person entered the bus. Hongjoong's widened eyes stared at the lady as she smiled at the kid sitting in front, walking up to the back where hongjoong was sitting as she brushed her hair back. That same brown hair, the same blue eyes that seemed to reflect the sea in it and those same rosy lips. No, fucking, way.

Hongjoong held the lady's wrist before she could walk past him as he felt his heart race, feeling as if someone had just sent a shock through his veins as hongjoong asked

Hongjoong : I'm sorry may I just…could I know your name?

The lady frowned, confused at this random man asking her name. hongjoong's eyes fell to the skin that was exposed due to her crop top, a small birthmark like scar decorating the same place hongjoong had seen hera being stabbed in his dream. Hongjoong's eyes widened as the lady answered, her voice sounding almost like a dream to hongjoong

??? : moon hera.

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So, that Ateez feederism bug has certainly taken root and I couldn't tell you why exactly. (It's because I finally am getting a feel for how many people like it as much as I do 👀)

And with that being said, I want to write about another one of my ults, being San... it's not going to have a fixed pair... but that doesn't mean he can't play around hehe

Better

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, weight gain denial, breaking of clothes, and smut. Don't like, don't read.

Finishing his set in the gym, the sound of the weights clanging on the machine as it settles. He's panting as he looks at himself in the mirror. He's come a long way since he started working out. He remembers the first time that he set foot in the gym and how just about everything intimidated him. Flexing his figure, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as a result of just how far he's come. It wasn't something that he achieved overnight after all. Lots of effort had to be made to get his body to the level that it was currently at.

While he washed up, some things came to mind. Like there were people who might have struggled with the idea of going to the gym for the first time and plenty of questions that they had. As he lathered up his firm pecs and broad shoulders, it was properly occurring to him that he had a rather amazing set up. The gym was owned by his friend, Yeosang, which meant it would be fairly easy to set up a camera and record beginner guides to helping out those who needed the advice. While he rinsed off, his mind was already buzzing with ideas as to what he'd need to mention with Yeosang if he wanted to get the go-ahead on this idea.

In his mind, as long as he delivered his advice to a level that was befitting of the audience, it shouldn't be too hard to get the information out to everyone who needed it. He arrived at his apartment as he announced, "I have the best idea ever."

Wooyoung had flopped his head over on the couch to look at him, an eyebrow raised curiously while Seonghwa paused the game that he was playing to look at him. "Oh, how was the gym, Sannie?"

He simply gave a thumbs up before he sat on the coffee table in front of them to look at them eye to eye, almost like he needed to be at that level to brace them before his idea properly blew them away. "You're not ready for this."

Seonghwa kept his encouraging smile on his face while Wooyoung looked at him, a little exasperated, "What is it? You've hyped it up but haven't said it yet."

San paused for dramatic effect for a moment before he stated, "I'm gonna start a channel to promote fitness for first timers because they don't know what they're doing and Yeosang already gave me the go ahead."

There was a pause in the air before Wooyoung just sighed as Seonghwa politely began to play his game again, ready to listen as background noise, almost like his interest had pulled away.

"What?" San looked genuinely puzzled as to why the attention had waned.

"No offense, San, but I think I've seen about a thousand channels like that where they all advertise their advice. It's just oversaturated and almost everyone does it." Wooyoung rips the bandaid off rather easily and it's hard not to deflate a little.

He pouted rather easily, "It's a great idea! I didn't get like this without knowing my way around the gym so I think I'm pretty trustworthy!" The way that he flexes while having a cute expression flusters both of his roommates as Wooyoung openly gawks the muscles on display while Seonghwa pays closer attention to the game that's on the screen before pausing it when San seems to wait for them to comment again.

"Wooyoung does have a point, Sannie." It's hard not to coo at the sight of San being more pouty than expected as his plans are stepped on but Seonghwa continues, "But, I think you'd be able to carve a niche as you are. You do a pretty good job of that." He can't help but smile as he blushes at the kind words of the older one at that.

A pat on the shoulder comes from Wooyoung, "If you need someone to film, I'll be happy to help. I feel like you'd be bad at setting up shots." He raises a fist, threatening to hit his friend before muttering that he'd appreciate the help.

After a little bit more planning, the first video goes without a hitch and he can't help but feel a pit in his stomach as he watches the video process before it slowly uploads on their shared Internet. Both Wooyoung and Seonghwa are in the room as moral support when it finally finishes and he can't help but stew.

A couple of minutes go by and San whines, "I really put a lot of time into this introduction! Even Hongjoong helped me with editing everything in a nice way!" The video looked rather professional and not amateur at all thanks to the older man's touch that San promised to repay him for at dinner one day.

Wooyoung patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "You can't expect everything on day one, San. It'll take some time." He left him in the room with Seonghwa who seemed to smile encouragingly, "Yeah, it already has about fifteen views now so that's more than just our friend group. Give it some time to settle!"

Even if he was going to heed their advice, it didn't mean he wasn't going to bed sulking... but when he woke up that morning, the fact that his phone was warm and currently buzzing with notifications was a cause for alarm. Looking at it in shock, all of his friends were sending him various links of different edits of him in the video that went viral.

He knew that he looked good but seeing people editing him to shreds while basically making thirst traps of what he had said was incredibly kind to his ego. He felt himself blush while reading the various comments that were left. Was there such a thing as digital footprint with what some of these people were saying? Either way, it didn't take long for his channel to blow up and thanks to his work with Hongjoong, he didn't need to completely rely on him for editing and knew how to do it for himself.

Everything was panning out. He received sponsorship and just about everything under the sun that came with being a successful content creator and it wasn't hard at all for him to stick out in the crowd. A few lingering shots on his body here and there and it would inspire someone to make another edit that would go viral. Even if a lot of people weren't there for advice, it was the views and fans that made him go viral which he vastly appreciated.

Before long, brands were starting to sponsor him. Athleisure clothing brands, various different services and he took a good majority of them. San hadn't had this much money forever even working full time. But, then, he received his largest sponsorship deal yet. It was a formal process. Signing with Fever Supplements, he would have an exclusive deal that would pay more than enough for him to cover his rent on his apartment alone for each month.

All he had to do was take their products and be causal about mentioning it. And considering he was already in the stage to start taking protein again to bulk for the winter, it wouldn't be hard. Plus, their pre workout had tasted amazing from his experience.

At the stage that he was at, he was starting to workout with guests because he knew that the edits seemed to get a lot more traction when one of his friends was in the gym with him. So far, Jongho, Mingi and Yunho had accompanied him before. Today, Mingi had come with him.

Watching San shake his drink shaker made him raise an eyebrow curiously, "What's that? It looks different than what you usually drink." The camera wasn't recording while they were still in the middle of warming up. San liked to record during stretches so that they could have more to capture. Mingi raised an eyebrow as San offered it.

Watching him take a sip and recoil, Mingi looked at the drink in surprise, "Woah... that's really sweet. Are you sure it's pre?" San shrugged, "It says it's pre workout on the container and I think it's their new flavour. It's pretty good though. It's been energizing me for a couple of weeks now before my workouts." Mingi looked at it rather suspiciously before he added, "Damn, I can see why. It wakes you up."

They usually assist each other in stretching and when it comes time to work with each other, San feels his waist intruded on by Mingi, large hands resting on his sides and for some reason, sinking in slightly as San yelps. "Isn't it early for bulking season?" Mingi snickers as San raises a fist, "Like you're one to talk." He pokes Mingi's softened middle who covers his stomach shyly before they continue.

It makes a sort of tension that persists through the video as San noticed how his friend had put on. It's not like he put that much on though. The fabric of his shirt was clinging to him but that's how most compression shirts fit. On Mingi, it was bulging a little at the stomach and he couldn't help but find himself staring.

While they were in the shower, Mingi's voice was clear through the constant stream of water, "Uh, San. Would you be able to hook me up with some of that pre? It really worked and I just had a sip." Blinking a couple of times in surprise, he looked at Mingi, "Really? All you had was a sip." Mingi shrugged nonchalantly before he added, "That's the best I've worked out in a while... but I still have some energy. How about you?"

The words hung in the air for a moment, the tension only growing more intense before San added, "Yeah. I could do some more." He wandered over to the other man before he saw the way that he moved his neck downward and pressed their lips together. Naked bodies were pressed into each other as the water continued to clean them of everything but their desires.

The perks of the semi-private gym were making their way to the surface now as they stroked each other. Doing anything else was a little riskier even if they knew they had the space to themselves because the staff needed to clean soon for the actual hours of the place. What San was noticing was the fact that Mingi's stomach which had been flat the last time he appeared in a video seemed to protrude and inflate when he breathed out in pleasure at San's touch that was threatening to make him come undone. Had he put on weight since then? Maybe his next video needed to be something about weight loss. But, his thoughts were wiped clean as Mingi moved down and began to suck him off. Clutching the railing, his fingers curled in his friend's hair while he made sure to show attention to just about every inch of his length. As much as Mingi ran his mouth, he always knew how to use it just as well which is why they hooked up as often as they did.

As they both helped each other wipe off the mess after experiencing a release, San's stomach growled. "Damn, you're that hungry?" Mingi slaps his friend on the ass, who yelps before he says, "If you want, we can grab some food with Yunho. He wanted to eat with me today anyways."

Another thing that he didn't realize following his sponsorship with Fever was the fact that he was hungry a lot more often. He didn't really notice it because most of the time, he did his own meal prep. But, San seemed blissfully unaware of how the portions of these preps had slowly been increasing everytime. Where it used to be properly be one portion, it was getting to the point where he would eat portions of three for just about every meal.

Whenever he ate out with friends, it was more absurd that he ever would have noticed. Yunho had noticed that Mingi was eating a fair bit as well but San's order nearly filled up the table. He looked curiously as the two stuffed their faces with everything that was bought. "Good workout?"

The pair nodded before going back to stuffing their faces as Yunho watched, feeling his face heat up as he watched Mingi beside him belch before he continued to eat his own food.

From this point forward, just about all of his friends were noticing the amount that San was eating as he continued to increase the portion sizes slowly but surely. Seonghwa noted that he was cooking just about every other second when he was at home and the planned meals were filling the fridge. Wooyoung had tried some of the protein shake that he mixed but felt full a quarter of the way through while San had started to drink two per day. Mingi was starting to become a regular on the channel and those little meals where they would spend nearly two hours eating were becoming a near daily occurrence that San could afford with no difficulty thanks to his income.

However, the strangest part to just about everyone that knew San was the fact that he didn't even notice what all this food was doing to his body. He was under the impression that with Fever Supplements, he was going to bulk. But, following the winter, what he hadn't done was bulk. He had grown beyond the word bulking.

What Mingi was after the influence that San had on him was chubby and even that was being nice. He was definitely lingering closer to fat these days. But San? San had gotten properly fat and was starting to border on obese.

Gone were the broad and defined shoulders that he had launched the channel with as they were replaced with rolls on his back and flabby moobs that were starting to hang with how much fat that they had blown up with. His stomach protruded out so far and his roommates could hardly believe he poured himself into skin tight clothes without breaking them.

Although, Seonghwa remembers one day where he had checked in on San because he had stated that he was going out to eat with Mingi, not even going to the gym this time. Wandering in his room after hearing some noises, Seonghwa gaped at the sight. San was hopping and just that alone was shaking the floor as the massive amount of fat he put on was jiggling as he tried to get himself into a pair of jeans that didn't even make it halfway up his thighs.

San turned his head, panting as Seonghwa noticed more closely that even his jawline that was sharp had blurred and was even starting to develop a double chin just naturally. He couldn't figure out why it was exciting him to this degree. "Ah... hyung, perfect. Can... you help me close these? I think I bulked up too much."

Seonghwa felt a shiver run down his spine as he moved to San. Placing his fingers on the sides of the pants, he gulped feeling his hands press into the soft cellulite on his thighs. Pulling it up was a lot of effort and even more difficult at the fact that San didn't realize how much he was jiggling at just about every desperate movement. They managed to make it up to where they should rest but were presented with the next problem.

The button.

Now, Seonghwa was seriously going to overload at the feeling of his knuckles pressing into the underbelly of San's fat gut while he tried to make the two ends reach. He had tried lying down and sucking in. "Is it easier now?" He wheezed out the question while Seonghwa was praying for how aroused this was making him. His hands brushed San's crotch a couple of times and he heard a couple of whimpers from his fat roommate before he made his advances less coy, placing a hand on the area. It had gotten fatter too given how he knew San's length was a lot more plentiful the last time they hooked up.

San mewled in pleasure when Seonghwa's hand slipped into his pants, starting to please him before he realized that with just about every pump that caused San to move his hips, his gut would move too and make it more difficult to stroke him between the pressure of the tight underwear and his belly moving into his erection. San was losing himself to the pleasure of the feeling but still so horribly unaware of the point that he's blown up to.

They continue on before San releases, soiling his underwear as they both try to catch their breath. The last thing Seonghwa says before he leaves was that he should just wear something comfortable if he's going to out to eat with Mingi.

He does listen and when Seonghwa leaves the room, he's pulled into Wooyoung's room. On his computer screen, he sees orders for clothes identical to what San has in his wardrobe, just to replace everything with proper size ups. Seonghwa can't help but blush when Wooyoung reveals that this isn't the first time that he's done this before but he has San's card and he's gotten enough funding to the point he can pay it off without glancing at what's being bought.

It became an experiment basically. Just how massive could San get without noticing just how much these supplements were doing. Yunho had looked at the label and saw appetite stimulant and bulking formula on just about every product and weight gain enhancers in nearly everything that San mixed into his drinks. Mingi had grown at a slower pace but because he was with San so often, the damage had been done to the other gym goer as well.

The thirst edits of San hadn't changed. In fact, they had only steamrolled alongside his weight. Now, instead of focusing on his muscles, they focused on how strong his arms still were while they jiggled with fat when in between sets. How his belly spilled out of various workout shirts and how plump his ass was when he turned around while doing something. The fans were just about as ravenous as the one they were making these edits for and he didn't pay it any mind because it was still about his body.

In his eyes, he just viewed it as light pudge... even if he was getting to the point where his fattened form was knocking things over with either his belly or ass whenever he was at home.

He had reached a large milestone after almost a year. Over five million subscribers to the channel. In this time, he put on more than double his weight and didn't even bat an eye to the changes, which is still what shocked the other men the most. Didn't even think about how he couldn't fit in booths at restaurants or how difficult it was to do his stretches with Mingi when they were both of massive proportions. Their shower room hook ups had gotten a lot less subtle with all the bulk and San being teased about how much he had put on.

But, that wasn't the focus. He was finally treating Hongjoong to a meal that he promised. He had started to do a lot of the editing himself, so in the groove that he didn't even bat an eye at the way his sides were pressed against the arm rests of his desk chair most of the time. The editing style was retained and Hongjoong was rather proud of the younger man.

He hadn't expected the shorter man to choose an all you can eat restaurant as their destination. "Ah, hyung~ If you eat here, you'll get bigger~" San teased rather easily as Hongjoong's eyes scanned the massive man as if he could talk. He wasn't the slimmest person, carrying a small belly but it's not like he had grown to the size that Mingi had gotten to and San was an entirely different beast. He heard from the rest of their friends that he was unaware but he didn't think it was this crazy.

The two sat down at the booth as Hongjoong said, "Sannie, just let me grab what you want. You might be treating me today, but we're celebrating you too! You're probably the most popular fitness creator out there." It took a lot to not laugh at the sight when he said that. The most popular fitness creator being the largest person in the room, who's gut was pressing into the table and even resting on it where it protruded.

San smiled, "If that's what you say, hyung. I'll be sure to eat well." He had no doubts that the younger had been doing that for months at this point but today would be a proper test. Plate after plate was brought to the growing influencer as he stuffed his face just as well as he promised.

The clothes that his roommates bought for him could only do so well after the third upsize and around the seventh plate, San felt a relief in pressure as his gut expanded and pushed the table off balance for a moment. Hongjoong grabbed it in a panic as he heard the button rattling on the floor.

San looked flustered as he finally took in his body and how everything had settled on him. This wasn't just winter weight. In fact, it was the middle of the next fall. He had gotten so fat that he had broke his clothes. His fattened hands found his gut as he rubbed it, a small groan leaving him as he belched loudly, feeling his face flush from the people around staring at the gluttonous display he had put on.

He squirmed in his seat as he realized his ass needed two chairs to properly rest in them. Looking at Hongjoong who was equally as flustered by the sight, San whined, "Hyung, can we go to your place? I didn't mean to make a mess like this..." There was embarrassment bubbling up in his tone but all of his friends knew that was something that he enjoyed. He just didn't ever expect it to be in this way.

Even in Hongjoong's car, he was more aware of how it dipped and groaned when he sat in it, his belly filling up the space between him and the dashboard as he tried to relieve the pressure that had built up within it. Once they arrived at Hongjoong's apartment, Hongjoong pressed against him into the wall as San groaned while a burp bubbled up. "Oh, Sannie. How did you just realize this now?"

San felt his face flush while Hongjoong's hands explored his ample body, squeezing his moobs and getting a whimper from the younger. "You keep working out but when you're stuffing your face like that everyday, it's just barely keeping you strong." He still had muscles but the chub all over his body was more overwhelming than anything else. Each inch that Hongjoong pinched was a reminder of how he had let the supplement properly take effect and blow him up.

"I still am strong... I thought it was just bulking and-" He groaned when he felt Hongjoong's hands cup his ass and lift it, feeling the heft to him while he relished in the feeling. "This is more than bulking, Sannie. You're fat."

Hearing it plainly made a shiver run down his spine. Was that why he was having so much trouble to do certain things? Was that why people were referring to him as big guy? Was that why when Wooyoung rode him the other week, he only got his hands on his belly and he couldn't even see his own dick when looked down?

Hongjoong squeezed his crotch as they moved to his room, a mix of fat, desire, and pleasure to describe their bodies while they made out. A couple of times where Hongjoong leaned on his gut and got a burp out of the younger to his embarrassment before they continued, stripping each ill fitting layer away from San before he ended up with his ass pointed and his gut pressed into the mattress.

It oozed in just about every direction as Hongjoong inserted a finger, prepping San to take him. He had gotten so massive that Hongjoong, even with his chubby form, felt so much smaller. He was feeling his thighs mashing his fat pad into his underbelly as he rocked back and forth with Hongjoong's preparation of him.

He moaned when feeling Hongjoong enter him, his small belly resting on San's overly softened back as he pumped back and forth, sending ripples into his overfed body. San might have had all these fitness sponsorships but he had grown to a size where he was getting off better from his body humping his fat than properly being fucked and it was only skyrocketing his enjoyment.

It didn't take long for him to finish with how much his dick pressed into his underbelly as he released with a shout and panting to catch his breath while Hongjoong thrusted deep into him, clutching him by the love handles to get a better grip and reached his own ending soon after.

San lied down, flopping onto his back, watching his belly expand and eliminate the view of anything past it feeling himself grow harder again. Hongjoong admired the sight while he lied down next to him, rubbing his belly to help the younger digest after both the food and the pleasure that had just run through him.

A single question filled the air.

"Hyung, what if I put on weight intentionally?"

Insatiable for more was a good way to describe him but he liked himself getting this fat... and it would only get better if he did it on purpose.

#kpop feederism #atz feederism #gyuluttonous behaviour #chubby san #weight gain fiction

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9800sblog · 7 months

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hongjoong tarot reading

public persona vs real personality

do i have his energy permission to do and share this reading? page of pentacles

fun fact, this my mom's bias!

I didn't write down the cards because I usually get too many in this type of reading as there are many questions being made. but nothing here is difficult to notice in real life and I'm not exposing any secrets, so just trust me bros 🤥

persona

hongjoong is seen as a leader, he wants to be seen as compassionate and friendly, but firm, he wants others to know that there are consequences and he should be feared if need be (this includes everyone, like how he calls out fans if they mess up bad). he tries to look fun, entertaining, of course, and he really tries to become friends with those involving his work, although he has strong boundaries and limits, if necessary. he doesn't let people walk over anyone, and he's the type to follow strict rules and activities but only with ease, but only if he agrees with them. hongjoong thinks it's important to show happiness and contentment on camera no matter what. his job is to fulfill a fantasy, so the way he acts depends a lot on what's the job - photoshoot, stage, live, vlog, etc. in general, he wants to bring happiness and escape to others, he really dives into the idea of ateez being a family. he also shows a lot of respect to traditions and social hierarchies, he often asks advice and listens attentively to his seniors, and is extra polite around different types of people (reminded of him asking permission to touch a fan's face when ateez was doing their makeup). hongjoong's fanservice is nothing unusual, it's easy to understand and identify (at least that's what he thinks), overall he acts like he is impulsive and all fans are incredibly attractive to him, he acts as if he's genuinely got a crush on people (he's a good actor) and he thinks it's part of a game everyone agreed to play, hongjoong might think his fans are very down to earth and realistic, and everyone knows when he's not being genuine (he is wrong), he does think fans lack boundaries and rules and he tries to put them in their place when he can and sees wrong. hongjoong sees fans from a distance, however, he may gloss over social media every once in a while to figure out fan's tendencies but may think looking often is bad for his mental health, even with those fans that have the best intentions (seeing people that don't know him talk about him all the time is bad for his self image, no matter if they're talking good or bad, as it's disconnected from reality either way).

of all members I've read, hongjoong is the most calm when it comes to fan's idea of him, I mean he is mostly known for social fights and his artistic view (very different from seonghwa, who is seen as a woman, literally, and mingi who is seen as a sex icon, those are more harmful to one's mental well-being and the readins reflected that)

personality

work is a HUGE part of hongjoong's personal life, his friends are co-workers, he relaxes by working, he has fun by working, this guy is a fucking workaholic. hongjoong may find some relief in letting other's guide for once, not making decisions or being democratic. his love language may be acts of service and quality time, as he may enjoy doing things/chores when spending time with friends, specially creative ones and mindful discussions. he may act as a sort of therapist for other members and friends hehe for relaxing, he may enjoy spending time with friends and family, anywhere as long as they're together, he gets to get out of his head a bit, his family is his safe space. and likes to think about life in a "glass half full" type of way, to not be overwhelmed by the negativity that all and any things in life can bring, hongjoong likes to focus on the brighter side and what he can do to change the bad side. he enjoys art as well, it's undoubtedly a hobby of his, we don't need tarot to say this haha. hongjoong may enjoy being around children and animals, parks, water spots (rivers, beaches, bridges, etc) or any family related stuff, he may find a type of bliss and see a type of innocence and beauty there that he doesn't anywhere else. hongjoong loves his job a lot, so that's what he does to have fun too kkkkkk he often enjoys being with his members and maybe the trainees in his company, he loves to play games but I think specially mobile games cause you can bring them anywhere. hongjoong loves to study about different aspects of his job, to learn different things about the world outside of seoul and/or korea, he may also be a very spiritual or religious person in privacy as I got some cards related to that. he may have a specific set of moral rules and standards that he likes to follow, believe in and study about. when totally alone, hongjoong feels he can finally be his truest self, his most genuine and raw version, it feels liberating in a way. he does a lot for others in daily life. although he enjoys it, it's nice to have time to look after his own well-being and stability. he's mostly focused on his inner child, making him feel safe and fulfilled. he doesn't care a lot about being alone, definitely not an introvert or a neurodivergent so if you heard any rumors about that 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ kkkkkkk just joking, I'm being silly 😛😝 but seriously, he doesn't seem to care about being alone, it's nice for a change, he's not the type to be scared of his own thoughts either, he'd just rather be with others because it's fun. when he's alone he may just distract himself, and do whatever there is to do or watch tv, talk to himself. he may like to use alone time to think about himself as an individual too, to try to separate his feelings from others' and, again, may be a bit spiritual!

this is the most stable and calm member I've read, the most consistent energy throughout the entire reading and very comforting in the private section, specially towards the end.

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in the eight issue you will see...

how hyolyn is viewed by her seniors and juniors: the male idols see her as someone who brings the older generations back in one way or another, perhaps they feel that nostalgia from that time via hyolyn herself. they appreciate her for her versatility and talents. the female idols on the other hand see her as very impactful woman, they might idolise her in one point or another. i can see the other female idols see hyolyn as someone who is destined to be a trendsetter in some way, or to change her industry. they also appreciate her balanced personality.

seventeen, bts bond: overall their bond (between the two groups) is individual by its own and i can see that some members are more close than others (like jungkook and mingyu). both groups can be accepted as quite close while not communicating often (obviously why) in my opinion.

evnne career reading (until march 24'): they have the chance to become more relevant, possibly on tiktok or another social media. i do see someone shining more than the rest of the boys, possibly an earth sun sign idol /jeonghyeon, seungeon/.

how zb1 see evnne: zb1 are very optimistic for evnne and their future, so overall the thoughts are very positive! they wish only great things to happen^^

cha eunwoo, ideal type: someone real. he seems to be into these people who are authentic to their true self, no matter if he likes their personality fully or not. he might be into these type of smart people who know what and when they have to do everything when it's needed. someone who's organized by schedule if that's possible and also very chill. i do see some distinctive things such as weaker immune system (might have to wear warmer clothes in fickle or colder weather, i do imagine them wearing hats, bigger scarfs and puffer jackets around that time), making long skincare routines (possibly due to their skin, if it's more sensitive), being more emotional (like raw emotions all over themselves when they share everything surrounding themselves to eunwoo) only in front of him but have an emotionless face in front of other people, adventures (like bungee jumping!). possibly manager/ceo or similar job, related to (some sort of) leadership.

onlyoneof rie, ideal type: in the most positive way possible, i see rie is into these type of people who are struggling, like literally (mental, physical, financial even). i've seen similar things for other idols (that they see someone who's struggling as their ideal type) and as long i try to be as neutral as possible, rie is just the most optimistic out of all of them. he literally wants to be the "superman" in their eyes, like a psychologist, consult or dietolog. he seems to be into people who can be their best version of themselves when they're by his side. i am not sure if these thoughts of him are healthy or toxic, but i feel he is geniune and means well. he wants to be useful for someone and more or less to find his purpose of life. so overall keywords, he doesn't care about specific traits, he just wants to be by their side, no matter if they're good or bad.

jude bellingham, ideal type: someone whose life is very dynamic (similar to his, so possibly in the same or as public environment as his), who is very honest and doesn't sugarcoat everything they say. i don't see anything else but they can be in the law field or doing everything very fast too.

what svt mingyu feels towards jeon somi: very hopeful, very nice feelings from what i see and feel. mingyu seems to like somi a lot (i'll let other speculations be as what it is because it can be both options) and would really like to be at least very good friends. he seem to believe they would match!!

ateez, general reading: not that well as it seems, the boys seem to be in some form of isolation, i personally think that dramatic moment that I saw had happened, it looks like it's another thing though, I remember sunny (from X) has said that a producer or someone from the company, cannot remember, might depart from kq and it looks like it or similar thing has happened because ateez seem to be very dependant on that person, nothing else

yunho ateez, ideal type: basically, ✨the dream girl✨. i don't see any significant traits except optimistic, positive, dreamy, very romantic, like it feels like it's too obvious.

onlyoneof mill, ideal type: similar as jude bellingham, mill is possibly into people who are brutally honest, true to themselves (maybe less than eunwoo if i have to compare) but also very persistant, stubborn too i'd say at some point. alao innocent, clever, similar qualities and traits

what jungkook thinks of the drama uk army did: i believe he is indifferent and doesn't care. i can see that he thinks positively about that because he believes this brings more success to seventeen as a group.

zb1, 2024 career: at some point it will backfire the relevance they'll build with the time - from this uuuuup to this loooooow. i can see that it will be very great in the beginning but until the end, it will be worse than the beginning.

gunwook's relevance after 2nd comeback (the request was after crush era but since it passed when i asked, i modified it): probably the same as previous eras (only relevant to these who bias him). his popularity is unstable and might not work as expected but it definitely won't be enough, he seems to be not appreciated enough from netizens :(

update, hao's career after zb1: quite dynamic, he will still leave yuehua, but after that, nothing else, whatever the fate is for him, it will happen. i still see the same shit, i am sorry :((

due to limit of hashtags, the 8th issue stops here.

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Make a Move

Pairing- San x Named Reader

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Includes- Pining, San and reader first time for everything, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, blow job, fingering, sex, missionary, fluff

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San POV

My best friend lays back on my bed, "So what do you wanna do?"

I don't answer, instead stare at her

The way she's laying makes her shirt ride up, exposing her stomach

My eyes widen seeing her

When did she get that tattoo?

When did she get that belly button piercing?

"San?"

I glance up at her and she's looking at me with her eyebrow raised

"You ok?"

"Yes", I nod

She lays her head back down, looking up at the ceiling

"So you wanna watch a movie? Or tv? Ooo oh youtube videos? And snacks? I want snacks"

We're in my room at the dorm, hanging out

I haven't seen her in a month since we dropped the Fever pt. 2 album

She was so excited when I told her I had some free time after practice and immediately came to the dorm, even though it's late

She plopped herself on my bed and now she's asking what to do

Yuhno isn't coming back in the room until she leaves because he wants me to finally make a move on my best friend

Who I've been harboring love feelings for, for as long as I can remember

She keeps asking me things but I can't pay attention to what she's saying

I just keep wondering what her skin would feel like

Without thinking, I reach out and slowly touch her, running my fingers along her skin

"San?", she asks, making me look up at her

Shit

Did I really just fucking touch her?

Fuck

"What ah...what are you doing?"

I don't know what to say

That I want to touch her?

That I always want to touch her?

That I'm so in love with her?

She going to think I'm crazy

But now that I did touch her, I don't want to stop

"San?", she questions

"Do you trust me?", I ask her

"What?"

She looks so confused

"Do you trust me?", I repeat

I don't know where I'm getting this confidence from but I'm holding onto it

"Yeah San, you know I do"

"Then trust me now"

She bites her lip but nods

"Ok"

I lean down, pressing my lips to her stomach

She takes a sharp breath and I keep going, pressing kisses all over her skin

I hear her breathing heavily and I hope she likes how my kisses feel

I move hands up her body, just feeling her soft, smooth skin

"If you want me to stop, tell me", I tell her softly

"Nnn....no, don't stop", she whispers

I start slowly unbuttoning her shirt and as I get her shirt open she doesn't stop me

My eyes lower and I suck in a breath seeing her body, getting hard immediately

I need to touch her

I need it

Moving my hands, I run my fingers up and down her chest, stomach, sides, everywhere

Touching her breasts through her bra, I squeeze lightly

She closes her eyes, biting her lip while my hands are on her

I start moving her shirt to take it off, hoping she doesn't slap me

Instead, she moves with me to get it off, then she puts her hands behind her back, unclasping her bra, then lays back down, her eyes on me

Fuck, she wants me to take her bra off

I grab the front, sliding it off and I hold back a gasp as I see her breasts

They're big and honestly, fucking perfect

Hovering over her, I put my hands on them, squeezing again but this time without fabric covering them, feeling her nipples get hard against my palms

Jesus Christ

She's just watching me, biting her lips, softly running her fingers in my pink hair

I lean down, kissing her cheek, then move my lips to hers

Both of her hands go right around my neck, kissing me back

Yes

Fuck yes

I've wanted her for so long

She slides her tongue in my mouth and the second it touches mine, I moan loudly

Shit

That's embarrassing

Instead of saying anything, she kisses me harder

Fuck me her kiss is amazing and I just fall into her, my thumbs rubbing her nipples

She arches into me, her body against mine, feeling so good

After a while of kissing her, I move from her lips, I softly kiss down her neck and chest

I want to lick her nipple but I'm so fucking scared

I'm scared she's going to shove me off and curse me out

I did tell her to tell me to stop if she doesn't like anything, so I guess I should just do it

I cautiously lay my tongue on her nipple, then lick

"Fuck", she whispers, her body trembling

I keep going, licking her over and over and loving the feel of her nipple under my tongue

Switching to her other one, I put my mouth around it and suck gently

"Shit, shit!", she cries, her body pressing right into mine

Fuck me

Her reaction is fucking hot

I'm glad she likes it because I love sucking on her

But there's somewhere else I want my tongue to be

So I reluctantly let go of her nipple and give her more kisses on her body as I move down

When I get to her stomach, I kiss all over as I start pulling down her pants and panties

I nervously wait for her to stop me but she doesn't

Moving back, I get everything off her, throwing her clothes on the floor

When I look up at her, I almost choke seeing her naked on my bed

She's fucking breathtaking

Her body is absolutely perfect

Better than I imagined

"Fuck me Jo", I whisper, staring at her, "You're fucking....I...hot... beautiful...damn"

I'm aware I sound like a fucking moron but I can't find the words to speak

"Uh thanks Sannie", she whispers

Moving back on the bed, I gently open her legs and look at her

"Fuck", I whisper

The first thing in my head is how pretty her pussy is especially with her being so wet and all I know is that I want to lick her

I lay down between her legs, gently lay my tongue on her and slowly lick up

"Oh fuck. Fuck", she moans

Yes, she likes it

And I fucking love it

She tastes good and feels fucking amazing

I love how wet she is

I move my tongue back and lick up again

"Sannie", she whimpers

Holy shit, I love hearing her moan my name

It turns me on so much

"Like it?", I ask, licking again

"Yyyy...yes", she gets out

"Tell me what you want Jo and I'll do it. I've never done this before and I want to make you feel good"

I'll do whatever she wants

I want to please her so badly

"Ffff...faster", she gets out

I can do that

Moving my tongue up and down rapidly makes her moan loudly and all I want is to make her cum

I want to taste her, I want to make her scream, make her feel so good

While licking her, I feel my tongue slide down and slightly go inside her

She gasps and I think she likes it

I lick up, then back down but this time I slide my tongue inside her as far as it can go, then lick back up

"Oh my god, oh my god", she moans

I take that as a cue to keep doing that and go faster

"San...San...SAN!", she screams as my tongue slips back inside

A fucking amazing taste goes all over my tongue, her cunt throbbing hard as I swallow

Is that....her cum?

No way

Putting my tongue back, I lick her again, getting more

Holy shit, it is

How does she taste that good?

How?

And I want so much more

Swirling my tongue all over her, she drenches my mouth and my neck, her juice so fucking good too

"Sannie"

"You taste so amazing.", I tell her

"Fuck", she moans

"I want you to cum again"

She doesn't answer, just yells in pleasure

Her shouts are driving me insane

I fucking love it

Running my tongue on her clit, her hips move up immediately into my face

Fuck me that's hot

When I lick her clit again, her hips move again, while she yells my name

I get the overwhelming urge to suck on her clit, so I do

Wrapping my lips around it, I suck hard

"SAN, FUCK!", she screams, "Don't stop. San don't stop"

Oh hell yeah

I won't stop, not as long as she likes it

I suck on her harder and faster, her body squirming around

"More, San, more!", she cries, her hand sliding in my hair and holding on tightly

She wants more, I'll give her more

I'll give her whatever she wants

Letting go, I lick her clit a few times, then suck it back in my mouth, going faster

"SAN, YES, SAN! SAN!"

Her body shakes hard, her body arching off the bed as she orgasms again, holding my head to her cunt

Letting go of her clit, I start licking her pussy again, getting her cum and swallowing

God I love how she tastes, love how it feels sliding down my throat

I'm always going to want her

When she finishes, I keep going, fucking my tongue in her pussy

She's fucking soaked, all of it running on my face and my shirt

God she's amazing

"Fuck, I love eating your pussy", I tell her

"Christ San"

"Please, cum in my mouth", I plead

I need more

"Oh god, oh fuck", she moans, "More San, fuck me more with your tongue"

I keep sliding my tongue in and out, licking inside when I go in

She's pulling my hair so hard but the pain feels good

"Please", I ask again, then slide my tongue in her again

Her pussy spasms on my tongue hard, sending pleasure down my spine

"SAN!", she yells loudly, her cream all over my tongue

God yes

Swallowing and licking everything she gives me, I moan from how good she is

When she finishes, I start kissing up her body, gently laying on top of her

When I start kissing her neck, she shivers under me

Oh fuck, I love that

Her arms wrap around me holding me tightly

God I love being in her arms

"I want you", I say

Shit

I can't believe I said that

My mouth just blabbed without me thinking about what I was saying

"I want you too San", she responds

I lift my head, looking at her in disbelief

She wants me?

She's never shown any kind of romantic affection towards me

I'm surprised she let me eat her out

"You...you do?", I ask

She nods, reaching up and moving hair out of my face

"So much", she whispers

Fuck me, I'm so happy she wants me

But I'm nervous

I've never had sex before

Hell I've never done anything sexual

I know it's shocking with how I act on stage

Sexy and experienced

But no, nothing, just kissing

I'm not like I portray myself

I'm actually sentimental and I want my first time, my first everything to be with someone I love

And I love her

I have no idea if she has had sex though and if she has then I'm scared it's going to suck for her

"Have you ever-" I start

"No", she answers

"Me neither", I confess relieved,

But then I think that maybe she doesn't want to lose her virginity to me

Maybe she wants it to be with someone who she's with

And we're not together

"We don't have to-", I start

"I want to"

I look at her, stunned

"You..."

"Yes San. I want it to be with you"

I can't describe the utter happiness I feel

"Do you-", she starts

"Yes. Yes. I want it to be you too"

I absolutely want it to be her

Hands down

She pulls me on top of her, kissing me hard

I feel her hands pulling my shirt up

I move with her so she can take it off

"Oh my God San"

I look down at her

She's biting her lips, looking at me like I'm everything

I like that

"Sannie, your....your arms...your chest...I..", she murmurs, running her fingers down my body, "God those abs. Fuck you're.... god"

I know what she's feeling

I was brain dead when I saw her naked too

I'm just shocked she's like this seeing me

She pulls me back to her, skin to skin

"Fuck San, your skin feels so good"

I know what she means

Her skin is fucking soft and smooth

"You're so fucking beautiful Sannie", she whispers

Holy shit

I've been called beautiful by countless girls but it's never meant anything before

Because it wasn't her saying it

"You're beautiful Jo. So fucking gorgeous"

She blushes and it's so cute

Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her, sliding my tongue in her mouth

She kisses me, her hands running along my back

I fucking love it

Her small hands feel so good touching me

Her hands move lower and she starts pushing my pants and boxers down

I help her, pulling and kicking them off

She opens her legs and I lay between them

Fuck, I'm going to have sex with the girl I've always wanted

I should be scared and on some level I am, but I'm way more excited and happy

She moves her hand between us and aligns me right there

"Are you sure?", I ask, giving her a chance to stop everything

I don't want her to stop anything but I'd never force her to do something she doesn't want to

I'd never hurt her

She nods, "Yes Sannie"

I brush hair from her face, then kiss her as I start pushing in

Her arms tighten around me as I move, holding me closer to her

My god she feels so good, so tight, stretching around me amazingly

So fucking wet

So warm

I feel like I belong inside her

I hope it feels good for her

I know sex could hurt the first time for a girl

But she doesn't look or sound like she's in pain

She's moaning but I don't know if that's in pleasure or pain

Once I get all the way inside, she clings onto me, shivering

"Does it hurt?", I ask worried

"No", she shakes her head, "It feels good. You feel so good Sannie"

My god, yes

I'm over the fucking moon

"You feel amazing Jo.", I whisper

"Can you move? I want to feel you more", she asks

Uh yes I definitely can

Pressing my lips to hers, I start moving sliding in and out slowly

She moans loudly against my lips, her hand going in my hair, pulling hard, the fingers of her other hand digging into my skin

Jesus that feels good too

Everything feels fucking good

Because it's with her

"Faster San"

"Ok Jo. Whatever you want"

Moving faster, I also go harder, slamming into her

"Yes San, fuck!"

I know what she feels

The fucking pleasure she's giving me is so fucking intense

I feel like I'm ready to cum but I force it back

I want her to cum first

I want to be the one to give her an orgasm during sex

"Open your legs more naekkeo", I whisper

Shit, I called her naekkeo

I hope she doesn't yell at me for that

It just came out

She doesn't say anything and opens her legs wider, letting me move harder and go in deeper

"Sss... San", she whimpers

"Yeah naekkeo", I whisper in her ear, "I want my baby to cum"

"Ffffff... fuck", she stammers

I kiss her neck, whispering, "I want my baby to feel so good. I want to feel you cum on me"

"Jesus Sannie", she breathes hard

Still slamming in her, I hit a spot inside making her scream and her body shake under me

"There Sannie, fuck"

"There?", I ask, moving right into that spot

"Yes there, don't stop", she cries, pleasure all over her face

She

"Jo?", I ask

She doesn't answer, just moans louder, clinging on to me

I feel her get so tight on my cock, sending pleasure through my body, the same throbbing she did on my tongue happening on my cock

"SAN! Oh fuck SAN!", she yells, her body pressing against mine as she orgasms

My god, she's gorgeous

And she feels so good that I can't hold back

"JOANNE, fuck baby", I yell, slamming in hard and coming deep inside her

The pleasure is so intense that my body shakes too on its own

I feel her kissing my neck and shoulder, her hands running up and down my back

When I lift my head up to her, she immediately presses her lips to mine

I gladly kiss her back, moving next to her

She turns to me without breaking the kiss, her arm around my neck, body pressed close to mine

There's no way in hell I'm stopping her kisses so I hold her close and get lost in her

She moves as close to me as she can, kissing me desperately and I kiss her the same way

I'm desperate for her, I want her so much

I run my fingers up and down her spine, feeling her skin tremble under my fingers

She moves her arm around my neck, pressing herself against me as she kisses me

And I don't know how but I'm getting harder, my dick poking her in her thigh

She just turns me on so much

Reaching between us, I touch her, feeling her juice all over my fingers

I whimper in her mouth, pulling her leg over my hip

Slipping two fingers inside her, she moans and I start moving them in and out

I watched a lot of porn and I'm trying to do what I remember

Bringing my fingers back inside, I keep them in, moving my fingertips around, trying to find her spot

I found it with my cock, I can find it with my fingers

Right?

I press inside her over and over in different spots, twisting my fingers around but so far nothing

Deciding to keep finger fucking her, I switch to moving my fingers back in and out, moving my hand so my thumb is on her clit

Rubbing circles on her clit while I fuck her, she moans, drenching my hand

"Like that naekkeo?", I ask

"Mmm hmm Sannie", she whimpers, her mouth back on mine right away, kissing me again

I move my hand faster, feeling her suck my fingers back inside of her

I hit a spot and she breaks the kiss, yelling loudly, her thigh shaking on me

"There baby?", I ask, pressing my fingers into the spot I think made her react that way, "Is it here?"

I rub the spot and she screams, "Yes! Sannie yes!"

"Oh fuck", I whimper, her cunt clenching around my fingers

Keeping my fingers inside, I massage her spot, rubbing her clit faster, my eyes on her beautiful face

Her eyes closed, moaning loudly, her nails digging into my upper arm

"Please naekkeo", I plead, "Cum for me"

"San....San!"

Her body shudders, her pussy spasming on my fingers as she cums, pressing her body as close to mine as she can

God she's perfect

Absolutely perfect

I don't stop moving my fingers until she relaxes and only then do I pull my fingers out

Raising my hand, I moan seeing her sticky white cream all over my fingers

I immediately put my fingers in my mouth, sucking on her and groaning from how fucking sweet she tastes

"Fuck Sannie", she whispers, "Are you sure you haven't done anything before? You're so good at everything"

"No naekkeo", I answer, "I haven't"

"Well it seems like you know what you're doing"

I shake my head, "I just want to please you baby"

She smiles, crashing her lips to mine

Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her against me, feeling her soft skin against mine

Feels so good

As she kisses me she pushes me gently on my back, moving on top of me, kissing my neck

"Fuck baby", I moan, loving the feel of her lips on my skin

I move my hands along her back while she kisses me everywhere- my shoulder, my collarbone, my chest

She moves further down kissing my stomach, her tongue running along my abs

Jesus Christ that sight is so fucking hot

She spends a few minutes kissing and touching my abs, her tongue licking me over and over

And I'm so surprised at how good it feels

She moves lower, my breath hitching

No girl has ever seen my dick

I hope it's ok for her

"Holy crap, how did that fit inside me?", she gapes

Wait....what?

"It's so big Sannie"

My brain short circuits at that

Big?

Really?

No, she's not being serious

Right?

"It is Sannie. Big and thick. No wonder I came just from you fucking me"

Holy fuck

She really just said that

God damn, the mouth on her

I can't imagine her ever saying anything like that

Her eyes look up into mine, "Let's see how you taste baby"

"Fuck me", I moan

"Oh I will. I need to cum on this cock again"

I am just at a loss for words, my mouth hanging open

I watch her kiss my length around my base, spreading them up along my underside

I honestly never knew kisses on my dick could feel so pleasurable

When she gets to my head, she licks the underside, making me shiver in pleasure

I breath so hard feeling her tongue slide around my head

I watch her mouth go around my head and I wait in anticipation and excitement

She suck once, pleasure slapping me so hard

Her mouth moves faster and I moan so loudly, moving my head back, hitting the pillow

"Fuck"

"Good?", she asks

"Yes naekkeo. So good", I whimper

She puts her tongue on the underside of my head, sucking more and moving her tongue at the same time

I can't help but plunge my hand in her hair, holding on while I yell in pure bliss

Fuck I have no idea how I'm gonna last

I'm not

"Oh my god, yes baby, yes", I yell

I lift my head just in time to see her move down, taking more of me, sucking hard

She continues to take more of me in and through the pleasure, I'm worried that she's going to hurt herself

"Naekkeo, you don't have...", I choke out as she gets half of me in her mouth

Her head bobs faster, taking me in her mouth over and over

I'm so fucking close, I really have no fucking stamina at all

She moves her hand around the rest of my cock, jerking me off in time with her sucking and after a few moves, I'm done

"Joanne, fuck, oh my fucking god", I cry, pure pleasure taking over, making me shake as I cum in her mouth

I don't know what I was expecting but I sure as hell wasn't expecting her to suck my cock faster, swallowing my cum and moaning

I can't take my eyes from the sight of her and it prolonges my orgasm

Oh god, she's the best

It's only when I finish does she moves off me, still swallowing

"Fuck Sannie. Your cum tastes so fucking good"

I just lay there with my eyes wide and mouth open

I really don't know what to say

She comes back to me, laying down next to me

I want her in my arms, so I turn to her and just pull her to me

She turns to face me, cuddling into me, pressing kiss after kiss on my cheeks, ending with a soft kiss to my lips

"Sannie", she says softly, looking in my eyes, her fingers softly touching my cheek

"Yeah baby?", I ask, smiling at her

She moves her hand to my dimples touching them, then giving me another kiss

After she rests her forehead against mine, her eyes closed

"I....fuck....", she trails off and I'm hanging on every word, "I love you"

My brain misfires at her words

Did she say......

Her eyes open and holy fuck, there's love in them as she looks at me

"I love you so much Sannie. God, I've wanted you for so long. It's always been you"

Honestly I can't talk

My brain is not working

"I know you don't feel the same but after tonight....I just....I could not tell you", she continues, "Just please, promise me you'll still be my friend. I need you, you're my best friend and I can't be without you"

My brain finally connects to my mouth and words just pour out

"Jo, I love you. You have no fucking idea how much. Or how long. Way before I left for training. You just, you mean everything to me"

"Really?", she asks hopefully

I gently touch her face, nodding, "I love you. Please naekkeo be with me. Be mine. I've waited so long for you. It's always been you. My whole life it's only you"

She nods, pressing a kiss to my lips, "Yes baby. I've waited for you for so long too. I love you"

I haven't felt this happy since we debuted

I'm over the moon

I got my girl

"Stay with me naekkeo", I ask

She nods, "Definitely baby"

Once she settles in my arms, I tighten my hold on her just a little bit

Now that she's mine I'm gonna hold her every day and night

"Night Sannie", she says softly, giving me a goodnight kiss, which I return, "I love you"

"I love you Jo. So much"

I watch her close her eyes, snuggling into me, my heart beating so hard with love for her

Kissing her forehead, I close my eyes, falling asleep with my naekkeo

🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈

Sound outside my room stirs me from sleep

I hear the door open but I don't pay any attention

I'm still so tired

And I'm so comfortable

I remember that she's here, she slept over and I'm holding her close

This can't get any better

"San"

I open my eyes to see Yunho looking down at me, his eyes wide

Shit

Quickly I look at her

Her head is on my shoulder, body cuddles close to my side, her arm and leg over me

And she's sound asleep

I check that nothing of her is exposed from the blanket then look back at Yunho

"What the fuck?", I whisper yell

"Did you...and Jo....are you...naked?", Yuhno splutters

Yup

We never got dressed

"Yes. Now get out"

"You had sex? With Joanne?", he exclaims, "You finally made a move?"

I roll my eyes

"Get the fuck out", I growl, "Don't wake her up"

I want to cuddle with her more, be right here with her for as long as I can

"Finally", he mutters, then turns before I can say anything

The door closes and she moves slightly

"Huh?", she yawns

"It's ok naekkeo", I tell her, "You can go back to sleep"

"Oh. Are you sleepy too?"

My god she is stunning when she wakes up and so adorable as well

"Yeah naekkeo. I wanna sleep some more, especially with you"

"Mmm me too Sannie", she yawns again, turning in my arms, her back against my chest

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I help her move back against me

"Sleep with me Sannie?"

"Always baby", I answer, kissing her shoulder

I'll always do whatever she asks

I want nothing more than to make her happy

After a few minutes, her breathing evens out

"I love you", I whisper, settling down behind her, closing my eyes, thanking whose ever out there that she's finally mine

#san fic #san fanfic #san fanfiction #san smut #choi san fic #choi san fanfiction #choi san fanfic #choi san smut #ateez san fanfic #ateez san fic #ateez san smut #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez smut

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shinestarhwaa · 7 months

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ATEEZ AS 5SOS SONGS

There were so many options tbh so these are ones I picked now :) x

Hongjoong

Shout out to the old me and everything he showed me, glad you didn't listen when the world was tryna slow me

And they wondered how long I could keep it up, but I wondered if I'd ever, if I'd ever get enough

Seonghwa

I was already missing before the night I left, just me and myshadow, and all of my regrets, who am I? Who am I when I don't know myself?

Looking on, as all of life's colours seem to fade to grey, I just walked away

Yunho

I wanna get back to where we started, to the summer night, you know, you know, you know, we got it right

The smell of your perfume reminds me of when we were free

Yeosang

Wait, don't tell me, heaven is a place on earth, I wish I could rewind it all; the times I didn't show you what you're really worth

Taking every breath away with all of the mistakes I made, from all the letters I've saved; this is everything I didn't say

San

I wouldn't dare let you down, don't let that class go to waste, oh you're a queen but uncrowned

If these walls could talk I hope they wouldn't say anything because they've seen way too many things, we'd fall from grace, we're falling

Mingi

I want to breathe you in like a vapor, I want to be the one you remember, I want to feel your love like the weather, all over me, all over me

I want to print our hands in the pavement, savour your words I won't ever waste them

Wooyoung

And now that I'm broken, and now that you know it, caught up in a moment, can you see inside?

The blood in my veins is made up of mistakes, let's forget who we are and dive into the dark, as we burst into colour returning to life

Jongho

I wanna hold your hair when you drink too much, and carry you home when you can't stand up

I'll make up for all your tears, I give you the best years

#kpop #ateez #5sos #ateez as #starshinehwaa #Spotify

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petrichoraline · 1 year

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Six recent song favourites

thank youu sm @idletype 💖 i haven't really been listening to music that much lately but there are songs i keep gravitating towards, i'll talk about those and try to be short 😊

HALAZIA by ATEEZ - i didn't like it the first time i listened to it, the second time i gave it a try was a few days later and i've liked it a lot since; my go to song for a while

YOUTH by KIHYUN - especially that live jam session in a field during a sunset, mwah 👌

CALM DOWN by REMA and SELENA GOMEZ - everytime i hear it on tv i get joyful, that's simply it

and now the half w/ some links included:

youtube

STILL LOVE YOU by HONGKI and HWESUNG - this one is a must-listen. you can't claim to know kpop's best vocalists till you've heard these two. i had listened to it before because of hwesung's high note, recently a video of him devouring came up on my fyp so i revisited it and jam to it regularly now

youtube

TINNITUS by TXT - ngl this is a representative for the album haha, i listen to the whole thing, although i have faves; it's all very fresh imo, they have me dancing

youtube

LOSE by WONHO - idk when i got it on my playlist tbh, i listened to it a long time ago but now that its found its way to me again, i appreciate it more

shoutout to 파이팅 해야지 by BSS ft. YOUNGJI cause i listen to it (esp the chorus) about 20 times a day (carats on tiktok have seen the challenge so many timesss, not to mention a new version is released every day, promotions go hard for the nation's moodmaker)

also to the JUST BEING FRIENDLY cover from MSP, it's that OST's world and we're just living in it

honourable mentions - a bunch of specific parts from songs i hear on tiktok daily and still enjoy lmao, for example Opp's verse in Get Loose; that part in the sped up version of Camila Cabello's Shameless; the chorus of Stand by Cute

i'm so curious about people's music tastes so i might tag quite a lot of people oops

also!! as per usual i don't tag people i think wouldn't want to participate, assume have done it or i just miss but i am interested so if you want please do it and tag me even if you're not listed here, okay? okay!👍@fangirlmedstudentblog @howitrulyam @gillianthecat @maleficent-cannoli @himbodelamain @lelephantsnail @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @saturnskyline @pink-skies-blog @catboyjosten @hometothecanyonmoon @justafriend-ql @hello-n-goodbye @rythyme @lotusclouding @biochemjess @sugarbabywenkexing @n0hshinwoo @catwalkninja @anotherthingsstuff @jingyanwang @callipigio @vickyawesome @legendaryrooftopscene @neo-neos @sillsif @cloriix @sommmnus @peerless-airplane

#feel free to do the other two tag stuff ill post soon im too shy to @ this many people in them #im itching to tag a few moots but overthinking is a bitch #please tell me if you dont like being tagged in this type of thing for future reference youll ease my anxiety a lot

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absentcaryatid · 1 year

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Wooyoung's Chaperone

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Wooyoung's ankle injury requires him to make an early return from tour. You are the staff member given the difficult task of wrangling the impulsive idol.

2.8K words, Content note: gender neutral reader with a Richie brace, no romance, teen and up due to mild language, real world hassles relating to using a wheelchair

The assignment had been pitched to you as something so simple any low-level KQ staffer could do it. In fact, that was why the task had been given to you. While not a manager yet, your training had been successful so far, and the reason you ended up being picked for the unusual job of escorting a member of ATEEZ home to South Korea from Japan. The perk of one-on-one time with an idol might have sounded like an honor so early in your career, but the reality would be far different if the copious warnings to brace yourself were anything to go by.

When Wooyoung twisted his ankle on tour, he had first tried to work through the pain. Hongjoong noted his friend was not giving his best performance and pulled him aside during a break to get an answer. After hearing the reason, Hongjoong ruled, “You need to sit the rest of the concert out.” Sensing Wooyoung's objection, he added, “This is not about how dedicated or strong you are. I've seen the way you practice until exhaustion. You need to heal, and while injured you pose a risk to the rest of the team if you fall on any of us while trying to keep up.”

'For the good of ATEEZ' was an answer Wooyoung would accept. Loath to disappoint ATINY, he bargained to remain on stage as long as he was seated. The leader accepted that accommodation and Wooyoung's voice was present while the usual B.B Trippin dance crew member who rehearsed Wooyoung's choreography in the development stage seamlessly filled in as understudy.

Unable to stick to the deal, Wooyoung was soon spotted far too active and being carried piggyback by Yunho to get closer to the fans during the finale. Hongjoong caught Wooyoung's grimace when the injured man was finally let down, so Hongjoong slowly walked a limping Wooyoung off stage at the concert's end with some caring but stern words for the misbehaving member.

After being checked out by a doctor it was concluded Wooyoung needed to be off duties completely for the best chance at a full recovery from what was determined to be a sprain. Heartbroken to miss KCON Japan, Wooyoung was already feeling down. To be shipped back to the dorm before his members made him inconsolable.

With a reputation as a lovable rogue, even in his subdued state Wooyoung was still considered a somewhat difficult charge. It was not through malice, and his heart was always in the right place, but things always seemed to get out of hand around him. Each of the senior managers in turn passed the chaperone task on to a staffer of lower seniority. This is how the assignment finally landed in your lap. Your first international travel was now cut short, but the perceived prestige of the new job being temporarily responsible for Wooyoung made up for leaving Japan earlier than expected.

Showing up at his hotel room bright and early the next day, you were met at the door by a frustrated Hongjoong. “I hope that wheelchair you brought has a lockable seat belt. The way my roommate keeps hopping up for one more thing when he is supposed to let me do all the packing for him, I'd glue Wooyoung to the chair if I could.”

An innocent looking Wooyoung reclined on the bed nearest the door with the injured foot propped up on some pillows, wrapped in an elastic compression bandage and under a flexible ice pack. Glancing up from his charging phone, he tiredly gave a small wave in greeting.

Surely Wooyoung was not as much trouble as Hongjoong implied. As a recent hire, your duties for KQ had not included much contact with the idols themselves yet so their off-camera personalities were mostly unfamiliar. The managers you worked with were professional and tended not to complain, though occasional groaning about Wooyoung had been overheard from time to time. Perhaps they had exaggerated, for the man before you seemed nothing but sweet despite his saddened condition.

After introducing yourself, you got straight to business. “The sedan will be here soon to take us to the airport. Do you have all your things?”

“Just one more to go.” Wooyoung swung his legs off the bed to walk the half step to the wall socket.

“Freeze.”

Before he could put weight on his feet, Wooyoung stopped in his tracks. Hongjoong's eyes widened at your commanding tone, and he nodded in approval.

Moving to unplug the phone's cord yourself, you handed it to Wooyoung who stashed it in his bag on the bed. Unsure if it was the right tack to take with your charge, you rolled up your trouser leg, revealing a black plastic brace around the calf which was held in place with two Velcro straps over the shin.

Looking at you curiously, Wooyoung joked, “Are you going to kick my ass with your robot leg if I don't behave?”

Hongjoong snorted.

The temptation to say 'yes' was strong, but you resisted, remaining serious instead. “I used to turn my ankle all the time as a child. After so much damage I now have a pinched nerve that requires my foot to be stabilized to keep the pain away. You keep clowning around like that risking reinjury and you might need a Richie brace too.” Realizing you made your orthotic sound like a punishment, you amended, “I love my brace for the mobility it returned to me, but my own dancing career was sidelined and I don't want the same to happen to you. I have been told you are going to need to baby that foot for four to six weeks as it is. Don't let it get worse.”

Wooyoung looked cowed, making you wonder of you had gone too far, but then he grinned a moment later. “I like it when you are firm with me. Everybody else outside the members seems a little intimidated by my idol status and ends up being lenient. No wonder you got this job of babysitting me.”

This time Hongjoong's laugh was far stronger.

Your unexpected skill was far from the reason you had gotten stuck with Wooyoung, but you weren't about to lose face when he was considering behaving, so you let the comment pass without correction.

“I see you are in good hands,” Hongjoong noted. Looking to you he pled, “Please take care of Wooyoung and see him home safe.” He then turned attention again to his member. “We will follow you in a few days. It will go fast. Be good.”

Wooyoung reached from his seated position on the edge of the bed for a hug before departure, but Hongjoong deftly stepped back with the reflexes of both a dancer and someone with a lifetime of avoiding most physical touch. Seeing Wooyoung's face fall, Hongjoong relented and gave a partial embrace. You suspected it would have been warmer without your presence, so you busied yourself wheeling the suitcase to the door and getting Wooyoung's shoes from the entry.

Your own medical history had well prepared you for the role of temporary caregiver. Transfer from bed to wheelchair as lightly on the bad ankle as possible was something you had mastered long ago from the patient side of things, so it was an easy matter to reverse roles this time. After gently placing Wooyoung's shoes on him, you explained how you were going to move your patient with a minimum of stress to his injury. With the newly purchased manual wheelchair now opened and locked in place alongside the bed with footrests swung aside, you asked for permission to touch Wooyoung.

He looked at you with wonder. “I'm so used to staff just touching me for wardrobe and makeup that what you have described won't be a problem. Thank you for asking though. Not everybody would think of my boundaries like that and I appreciate it. I should do the same for you. Are you okay with my hands on your shoulders like you described for the transfer?”

It was now your turn to be awed as you nodded consent. With fans cheering their every move, it would have been easy to become self-centered as an idol. Instead, the two men today had been very thoughtful and humble. Hongjoong had responded immediately to your earlier request to get a belt from Wooyoung's suitcase to make transfer easier. Actually, it had been more of an assignment to the leader of ATEEZ since your attention was solely focused on Wooyoung's needs. Hongjoong had kindly accepted your apology as soon as you realized the mistake.

On the count of three, you gripped the belt and smoothly helped pivot Wooyoung on his good foot to the chair while he held your shoulders for stability. Being so closely face to face with a star like this was unexpected. You had seen Wooyoung's charms in performance videos. In person his charisma was even more impressive. But, that was not why you were here, and it was distracting. In different circumstances you might have welcomed his approach, but not on the job. Still forming the words to ask Wooyoung to tone it down, Hongjoong noticed your quandary and stepped in.

“Your chaperone is working. Can it with the flirty looks.”

Chastened, Wooyoung explained he had unintentionally been in fanservice mode. Taking Hongjoong's advice to heart, he even checked his shirt buttons and secured the last one over his chest. “Sorry, it is a habit,” he admitted.

“I'm taking care of you because it is my job. You don't need to be pleasant to earn it. In fact, it would not surprise me if you feel grumpy or down because of the pain and that is okay.”

Reminded of his need for medication, Wooyoung set an alarm for the next scheduled dose then returned the phone to his pocket. “All set,” he announced. As Hongjoong held the hotel room door open, Wooyoung was given the task of maneuvering the rolling luggage by the handle while you pushed him in the wheelchair. His light bag for the short flight was placed in his lap and your gym bag, the totality of your own luggage for the trip, was already in the transport KQ had rented for the tour.

Hongjoong joined you in the elevator for a final goodbye before heading to the day's activities for the remaining members. Working well as a team already, you successfully transferred Wooyoung and his suitcase into the vehicle then collapsed the wheelchair and placed it in the back. Hopping in, Wooyoung patted the seat at his side and you relented, even though you would be alongside him for the duration of the flight soon enough. With a skill for storytelling, he was soon revealed to be a good travel companion.

“You know, as a trainee before my first international flight the others teased me about what the plane would be like.”

Laughing at the antics of his teammates Seonghwa, Jongho, and his specially noted friend of many years Yeosang made the ride to the airport pass quickly despite thick traffic. Hefting the wheelchair out again, for a moment you wondered if there had been a more convenient way to get Wooyoung off the injured ankle. Back at the dorm he would begin using crutches, perhaps Jongho's on loan until he was fitted for his own, but to make travel less tiring he had agreed to the wheelchair for now.

Once the luggage was checked you made it through the arduous security process for wheelchair users. Wooyoung's jokes and pleasant demeanor kept your own spirits up through preboarding for people with disabilities and their attendants. He appreciated you dealing with the hassle of insisting the wheelchair be stored in the plane's cupboard for that purpose rather than risking damage in the cargo hold.

Now settled, you both pulled out anything needed in flight then stowed bags under the seat. There was a moment of silence before Wooyoung launched into chattiness. He did have a lot to say. Any lull in conversation was filled by facts about ATEEZ and anything else that caught his interest in the moment.

“Did you know Jongho's left ear is higher than the other? He is left-handed too, but I don't think that is related. And Mingi has a mole below his eye but it is only makeup to be like me. Mine is real though. Try and rub it off, you'll see!”

“No, thank you.” You shook your head, dazed by the steady patter. Now that you were getting used to it, it was pleasant though. The constancy of his attractive voice was like gentle rain punctuated by harsher thunder of surprisingly high-pitched cackles that caused other passengers to turn heads.

By the time the plane began a descent toward Seoul, you realized all the warnings about Wooyoung had been for nothing because the two of you got along so well. It turned out your charge was not a troublemaker so much as a nonstop talker. Perhaps Wooyoung's instantly friendly approach might have been off-putting to some of the other employees, but you had not minded his style at all. The conversation had been reciprocal too. Wooyoung had listened attentively in turn, and by the end of your flight you recognized a feeling of warm friendship toward the idol.

Luggage claim went smoothly, but the trip to his dorm was another introduction to disabled life. With ATEEZ scheduled to be in Japan for another week the driving staff was either with the tour or had the time off. Wooyoung fumed when the first rideshare passed you up with a dirty look once they saw his wheelchair. You couldn't help but agree with Wooyoung that the frustrations of dealing with a health problem are compounded by unnecessary grief from other people. Luckily, another person came along soon enough.

Two people, luggage, and a wheelchair were confidently loaded into the vehicle by the able driver. Garrulous as ever despite the wear of travel, Wooyoung had made yet another friend by the time his dorm's building was in sight. With one final transfer to the wheelchair from the car, Wooyoung was back home.

Once you settled him on the couch you checked in with your boss. “Mission accomplished. Is there an aide coming? I don't want to leave Wooyoung alone when he needs to stay off that foot.”

“One should have been there by now. Let me check my messages. Okay, looks like I have some good news and some bad news.”

Having very quickly figured out the bad news, you first decided hear the part you didn't know.

“You are promoted to manager now due to this assignment. You've had a trial by fire and come through with flying colors, and the approval of Wooyoung too by the sound of his glowing texts to San that were passed along.”

You resigned yourself to confirmation of what you already suspected. “And the bad news?”

“Looks like the caregiver booking fell through due to nobody currently available at the agency we usually use. Congratulations, you are assigned Wooyoung full-time for the week until the rest of us get back.”

Overhearing the speakerphone conversation, Wooyoung whooped and let out an effusive, “Bestie!”

You put your gym bag down on the coffee table. Clothes packed for the trip would do just as well for working in the dorm. “I guess I am home now too then.”

The situation actually wasn't so bad. Schedule already cleared while expecting to be in Japan, you had nothing planned outside work. The recently purchased couch of the new dorm looked comfortable enough for keeping yourself available round the clock until other staff returned. It turned out not to be needed, though. Hongjoong offered his own bed one room down the hall once he heard about the situation from Wooyoung. It had taken some convincing on Hongjoong's part, but being better rested to serve Wooyoung was a compelling argument.

Not one to brag, you wouldn't be revealing to anyone you had slept in Hongjoong's bed, as innocent as it was with him still in Japan. At any rate, it was a far better offer than sharing with Wooyoung as he so kindly suggested. You would do a lot for your job, but you wouldn't go that far. While you trusted he would keep his hands to himself despite a tendency toward clinginess, you knew he would keep you up all night with talking and laughter. Fun in other circumstances, but not when you had a week of caregiving work to be well-rested for.

Wooyoung Masterlist

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#ATEEZ fluff #ATEEZ fanfic #Kpop fluff #Kpop fanfic #gender neutral reader #no reader romance #no pronouns used for reader #diverseinsertknet #disabled reader #disabled idol #Wooyoung #ATEEZ Wooyoung #Jung Wooyoung

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thetypingpup · 11 months

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So help...this is just a random needing to get it out and I saw you were asking for just this thing so here I am!

It's steadily been growing over the months but I finally came to terms with Yeosang wrecking me completely and totally and becoming ult status.

So please talk to me about anything Yeosang, anything at all, soft, hard, whatever. I'm just so weak and goopy for the man.

Hoping the more I talk about it, the more I'll calm tf down too cause...spinnin my wheels here with 24/7 Yeosang Yeosang..

.....help! 🤍💜🤍 ty for listening to my chaos

oh yeosang? yea...yea he was my first bias wrecker

i'll never forget when i was just watching ateez, getting into them the first time. at first it was san's abs that pulled me in, then it was seonghwa's...everything tbh. but then...but then...i watched cyberpunk live. now mind you i was high as hell, and from the sheer amount of sluttery it took me three tries to watch the live all the way through. but fuckin yeosang stuck out to me so much. i just remember seeing this guy, with his long hair, his pretty ass face, his deep ass voice, that muscular frame, and just being transfixed. and this happened quite a few times in other performances. like why is he so pretty, that buff, and have that deep of a voice? shit doesn't make any sense. and he has such a sweet face too, with such a sweet smile, but damn that voice. damn he's buff as hell too. and has the nerve to be hella talented on top of everything else. have you seen him dance? like really seen him dance? he's honestly some of the best i've ever seen, and he's such an incredible performer on top of that. yes all of ateez are, but you usually see people talking about san, or wooyoung, or yunho, when it comes to dancing. yeosang needs more props. he's good at dancing, and he's damn sexy while doing it.

but yea wow...i'll never forget the first time i saw cyberpunk, seeing that chair choreography. all types of thoughts ran through my head, and still do. before i even knew his name, he got me. and yes everyone else got me too for different reasons, it's something about yeosang man. yeosang i've referred to as a sleeper agent, he kinda comes for you when you least expect it. but when he does omfg, he's gonna be all you think about 🤧

#dont mind me i'm in a silly goofy mood 😁#but my point still stands #also felt like rambling bc i feel like i don't discuss yeosang enough #honestly i could ramble about anyone #but yeosang holds a special place in my heart

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seokmattchuus · 2 years

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Wei as long-distance idol boyfriends

A/n: I remember I did one for Ateez way back when and I thought I'd do it for other groups, too. This is also my trial run to see if y'all would be okay with Wei content. I know there's Yohan content on my blog but like, Wei as a whole. Anyways, yeah. Enjoy if you want? P.s. I don't know if I proof read, my bad.

Daehyeon: Likes to have over-the-camera dates when it's late at night and he's in the studio because it's afternoon for you and he knows he won't be disrupting anything. Asks for your opinion on whatever he's working on and really considers any feedback you provide.

"Babe, stop stressing and go to sleep." You said softly as you watched him pout. "Or at least let's plan out what to do when you come over?"

"Don't even worry about that." He smiled. "I already have some stuff planned." He paused as he realized he said too much. "Pretend you didn't hear that."

Donghan: Clears most of his schedule when you visit so he can take you out with him when he's supposed to be shooting vlogs because he can use it as an excuse for dates. Tries not to get distracted but can't help but look at you every now and then since he hasn't seen you in so long.

"This strawberry lemonade is the best thing I've ever had." You said out loud before putting a hand over your mouth, Donghan looking at you with wide eyes.

*A few moments later.*

"Okay, but this new cake they have is incredible, isn't it?" He smiled as he turned to you, a choke following when he realized he had to refilm that. "Whoever's editing this, I'm sorry."

"Should we just start over at a different café?"

Yongha: Always tells you when he's planning on doing a vlive so you can get a heads up on being able to send in requests. Treats these the way he treats any other over-the-camera date and replies mostly to you. He knows he's being obvious by giving you extra attention, but he really doesn't care. (little lovesick puppy god I love him)

"Can you do the ottoke song?" He laughed as he read the comment aloud, his face reddening as he started the song. "Maybe I should do more songs. Any other recommendations?"

Yohan: Always the first person you see outside the airport since he's adamant on picking you up. Doesn't let you touch your bags. Or the door handle. Has your favorite food ready at the dorm along with a bunch of new movies and a full schedule for your stay.

"I also got us tickets to a standup show tomorrow night," He smiled excitedly. "So, we can watch all of these and sleep in tomorrow."

Seokhwa: Refuses to do any skin-ship in front of the guys because he's still shy about it. So when the guys are around, he just sits and watches as you guys talk. He'll get jealous when they get a bit too playful and he'll make little remarks, especially when you get playful back.

"At least threaten me with a better member." He cleared his throat as he watched you and Yongha laugh over the show you were watching. "He's pretty boring, y'know."

"At least he spends time with me." You huffed. "Unless you wanna join?"

"Coming."

Junseo: Tries his hardest to plan any phone dates because he swears the boys are trying to steal whatever time he manages to get from you, even going as far as locking the door to his room. It never lasts because someone always has to interrupt.

"I can't wait to see yo-"

"Is that y/n?!" Donghan cut you off with a yell as he overheard the conversation, taking it as a 'yes' when he didn't get an answer. "Hi y/n!!"

"Will I ever get you to myself?" Junseo laughed as he shook his head.

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i-write-some-stuff · 1 year

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Lauren's 2023 Writing Plan

Alright so given that I'm (hopefully) finally done with school, it's time to focus on my writing a little bit more, and that means putting more care into running this blog, as well as working on some longer term porjects that I may or may not eventually share on here too (but are far than ready to be released to the world as of right now). This is why I've decided to give little previews of the things I've been working on lately and that I wanna eventually post on here. I believe this will be a way for me to motivate myself and keep track of what I achieve, and who knows, it might help lure some potential readers in (please please please leave comments and reblog my stuff if I've successfully lured you in and you like what you read, it means so much). Anyway, without further ado, here's what you can expect for me this year:

NCT FRAT AU I think we all agree that NCT are the frat boys of the kpop industry, however the idea of writing about it was sparked by @smileysuh's frat au (find it here). This series is going to be written with OCs, simply because I have ideas for everyone to be kinda linked, and it's going to be too confusing if I don't give names to the boys' s/o. Here's the ideas I have so far:

Taeyong - Shy and nervous Taeyong who's absolutely whipped for one of the techs who is working on the dance squad's show

Johnny - When he meets someone who's as witty as he is, Johnny makes it his mission to find a way to fluster them

Yuta - Sweet barista Yuta takes care of someone he barely knows at a frat party (sounds lame but it won't be)

Doyoung - Theatre kid Doyoung falls in love with the person playing his love interest in the theatre club's production

Ten - Fuckboy Ten had someone in his bed after a frat party and didn't do anything? You're kidding, right?

Jaehyun - There's no way the football player will end up with his childhood best friend who also happens to be a cheerleader, right? Like come on, that's too cliché... right?

Lucas - Gets jealous when he sees his fwb all over someone else after they've been ghosting him for a while (definitely gonna be 18+)

Mark - Music major Mark goes on a blind date set by Haechan that goes a lot better than he would've expected (this is going to be cheesy I'm warning you)

Xiaojun - Art student Xiaojun helps one of the other art majors to derive from the classical rules and free their creativity, no matter what other artists might say (this is kinda based on Nevertheless but also not at all)

Jeno - When cold boy Jeno is seen smiling and chatting with someone outside of his frat friends, rumors start spreading about a potential new couple (for my besties to lovers enthusiasts)

Haechan - Gets offended when his friend pretends to be annoyed by him when in public when in reality they're just as hyper as he is (I don't know how else to explain it you'll have to trust me on this)

ATEEZ Somehow I don't have that many plans for my ult group, however I do get new ideas almost every single time they post something so be ready for that I guess. As for now though:

Deadly Class AU: I only published one part, but I have a few more things to say about that au, especially since Halazia Seonghwa has the exact energy I imagined for the Deadly Class Seonghwa I wrote about. I have a few things already written, but they need a bit more work before they're published. I can however say that Yeosang and Hongjoong will also be part of that au.

I have a vague idea for a Rich Boy series with Ateez, and I'm thinking of maybe writing one shots based on songs for this series? I wouldn't be making OCs this time but they're kind of all gonna be in the same universe. Also the songs I have so far are Fools by Troye Sivan, Black Eye by Vernon and maybe Shout Out by Enhypen, but the concept might change, I'm not sure

The whole 30 minutes album preview live or whatever that was did give me ideas for an au that would take place within the Ateez lore, but given that one of my long term project is already (very) loosely based on their lore, I'm not sure if I'm gonna go through with it. Maybe I'll just write a Yeosang one shot relating to the live's sorta hidden pov

SEVENTEEN As a fairly new Carat, I do know I wanna write about them (especially Vernon and Seungcheol as of right now) but I don't feel like I know them well enough yet to write about them if that makes sense? So what I'm trying to say I guess is keep your eyes peeled for that, but I don't know when it will actually happen. I do however have something written that include Jeonghan and Seungcheol, though it's not about them.

And finally, I have a few ideas that I'm going to keep quiet for now, but they include a mix of idols, and also a Stoner line that my bestie and I made for each group we stan, so keep an eye out for those!

I really hope I'll be able to keep up with writing this year, but please keep in mind that I also have a full time job that is sometimes quite demanding energy wise, so I might not be as disciplined as I wanna be. Also, if any of these inspire you or if you have other ideas for the groups I've mentionned or other groups, let me know! (fair warning that I most likely Will Not write for anyone born after 2001 though) Also, keep in mind that some of these are going to be 18+, and most of them are going to contain strong language or mature topics, so do not interact if it isn't your cup of tea. I try to make sure that everything I post contains the proper warnings, so don't come at me if you read something you shouldn't/don't wanna be reading

Here's to a good 2023!

-Laue

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monocrom3r · 1 year

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⏵supernova⏴

⏵chapter one — new world⏴

⏵genre: superpower au, an action adventure thriller with a mystery to solve ⏵word count: ~2k ⏵rating: T-M ⏵warnings: minor language, things that go bump in the night, second person pov is a private investigator ⏵summary: You've wandered in and out of a dozen cities in your time as a P.I., and the people are always the same: childish, selfish, predictable. But Nova City is different — something has been warped, broken, and before too long you find yourself in the crossfire between the mysterious Operation Hourglass and the ruthless Guerrillas. When push comes to cataclysmic shove, what good can one gumshoe do against forces of nature with a serious grudge match to settle? You're not too sure — but you're sure as hell gonna find out.

⏵author's note: hello! monocromer here (mc or chrome if you like), and welcome to the first chapter of supernova! I got a bug in my ear about an ateez superhero/villain au, and even though I've got other writing I should be working on, this concept would not rest until I started getting it down on paper in earnest. this series should float somewhere in the T-M range ratingwise, with the sort of violence one might expect from a heavier marvel movie or a lighter episode of invincible; as for intimate content, if we float towards 'minors dni' territory, then you'll get a strongly worded warning at the head of the relevant chapter(s). thanks so much for checking out my work; I'm looking forward to sharing this with you over the coming weeks!

⏵author's note pt. II: if the last little chunk of this looks funky or like it's missing words, the mobile version appears to be eating some sentences! read on desktop for best experience (unfortunately!)

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This story will test you.

It will pose some difficult questions and then challenge your initial response. It will entice you to think about clichéd, long belabored words like hero and villain, justice and vengeance, good and evil. And at the end of it all, it will see if you are ready to bring action to answer.

So, are you ready?

Begin. ________

The city unfolds before you, a concrete labyrinth tangled with rusty scaffolding and neon signs, headlights and streetlights reflected in ankle deep puddles that haven't seen rain in days, and yet never seem to dry up.

The shutter of your camera snaps another shot as you shift your weight, leaning across the center console of the tiny red coupe that’s seen you through half a dozen cities like this one, angling for a better view of the motel window down the street.

Another day, another infidelity. Just when you think Nova City might have something better to offer you, another case brings yet another disappointment. But it's good, honest work.

You watch as your target rips open his shirt, revealing a jungle of chest hair. Something glints back at you.

"Ah. That'll be the piercing," you mutter, zooming in and taking another half dozen shots before lowering your camera. You sigh, running a hand through your hair. The man dives out of frame, and you can faintly hear a squeal of delight from the co-pilot of his rendezvous.

...well, it's work.

You turn the key in the ignition, smacking the dashboard with your palm a few times before the engine finally roars to life. Even without a map, you know every twist and turn of this part of town, driving down alleyways littered with street food vendors and nightclub flyers.

Parking around the corner, by the meter you know has been busted for months, you cut down an alley to the back entrance to the printer's place. Fortunately, the guy you use for your glossy 8x10s works late, at least for you.

Unfortunately, he’s also a bit… eccentric.

"Hey, Sherbert, open up," you call, pounding on the door.

After a few moments, the door opens a crack. A furrowed brow peers out from under a tangle of red hair, and you can just make out a black silk robe and a pair of... bunny slippers?

"Detective." Sherbert opens the door a hair wider, scratching the greying beard threatening to overtake his features. "You're out late."

You hold up the memory card, and he plucks it from your grip.

"You can pick 'em up tomorrow mornin'," he grunts, "I've got company."

"Oh," you muse with a smile, "Company?"

His jaw tightens, a faint squeaking sound as his teeth grind ever so slightly together. Sherbert would prefer you not even know he has a blood type, let alone a —

"Well,” he huffs, “It ain't my parcheesi club."

The laugh is no sooner out of your mouth than the door slams shut, locking behind him.

"I'll be back at nine," you call through the door, "Sharp!"

You lean back against the door, stretching out the cramp in your neck that inevitably results from too many hours spent contorted in the driver's seat.

Across the street, a neon OPEN sign with a steaming mug lures your attention, and you cross, weaving your way through passing cars. There are a handful of patrons in line as you make your way inside, stepping carefully over a laptop cable here and a backpack there. Must be finals season for the college students...and here you could have sworn it was just the holidays, just yesterday...

You shake your head, fighting back a yawn as the man in front of you steps away towards a table. The barista behind the counter looks up, but doesn't speak. He nods in your direction as you approach, twirling a permanent marker in his fingers.

"Evening," you say, looking over the menu on the wall. "Anything you recommend?"

"Coffee," he replies, voice low and quiet. "Or tea."

You wait awkwardly for him to get just a little more specific, but he stares blankly back at you, brows set in a straight, neutral line.

"Well, sure, yeah." You glance down at your watch. Probably too late for caffeine, but that's never stopped you before. "Americano, then, please."

"Hot or iced?"

"Hot."

He reaches for a paper cup, ticking boxes on the side, then turns away without another word, working the espresso machine. You pay with a swipe of your card, then loiter near the register, rolling your shoulders to the tune of several satisfying pops and cracks. The barista returns with the cup, hand already on the low gate that separates customer from cashier, and stops short.

"You can sit." He clears his throat, as if that were too many words for him to get out in one go. "Could have. I would have brought it to you."

"Been cooped up in a car all day," you explain. "Stretching my legs before I head home, little nighttime walk, that kinda thing.

His expression doesn't change. "Ah."

You stretch out your hand, and after a beat he hands you the cup.

"Thanks."

You turn for the door, and are surprised to feel a sudden grip on your arm. You turn back to look at the barista, his eyes suddenly wide and awake, glimmering in the fluorescent light. For a moment, you find yourself breathless as he holds you tightly from across the counter.

"Don't walk too far," he says, voice stronger and clearer, but still quiet, interwoven with the din of the coffee shop, "Strange things happening out there at night these days."

"Strange?" You haven't heard anything in the news, and you tilt your head, questioning, "What kind of things?"

"The bad kind." He releases your arm, brushing his hands on his apron, smoothly resetting back to the way you'd found him: a blank expression, twirling his marker in hand.

"Right. Well... have a good night, then."

He nods once in your direction, then turns back to the espresso machine, busying himself with cleaning.

A deep breath fills your lungs with crisp, cool air as you stroll through the night, the chill of spring not yet yielding to the warmth of summer. You take the last few sips of your drink — the coffee's good, not too bitter, and you sigh contentedly as you toss the empty cup into a bin and glance at your watch. If you hurry, you can get home in time for a long bath before a good night's sleep. A shortcut behind the chicken place would get you to your car ten minutes faster, and that's all the incentive you need.

Sure, it requires hopping a fence or two, but you didn't become a private eye for nothing. Even as a teenager, a locked door was more an invitation than a deterrent, and you would have gotten away with the perfect grades you hacked into the system if an overzealous TA hadn't ratted you out.

You huff, remembering. Never could stand a hero complex. You wedge the toe of your boot into the fencing and begin to climb, leaping over the top and landing with a splash in the alleyway. It's not enough to put you off, but you do grimace, wriggling your ankle in an attempt to leave some of the grease and grime in the gutter.

"All this water..." you mutter, glancing around, and something curious meets your gaze.

The manhole cover in the center of the alley, practically spotlighted by a flickering bulb somewhere overhead, is crooked.

You draw closer with slow, even steps. Very crooked, like there's something wedged in there. Even as you watch, some kind of liquid is pouring out, oozing towards you. You pull out your phone, following with your flashlight, and freeze.

Not liquid. Bodies, forms, small shapes moving, creeping, slithering out of the manhole... one skitters over your shoe, and you resist the urge to shake it off.

Rats. Dozens of them, clambering out of the gap in the manhole that leads down to the sewers below. It's unsettling, but it's not the worst part.

They're entirely silent. You've never seen anything wild be this quiet, certainly not in the city. Your mind clouds, and you force yourself to breathe, slow and even.

Something's wrong here.

As if to reward your intuition (or perhaps punish it), the manhole cover suddenly shakes violently.

Run, something inside you says, but your body won't move. You twitch a finger towards the pistol hidden beneath your jacket, but it's as far as you can manage until the metal disc finally bursts off the gap and lands with a clatter on the asphalt a few feet from you.

"Why you hesitating?" a voice calls, words low and long and deep, like something ancient and abyssal, some creature from the depths that can't, shouldn't, mustn't see the light of day...

Run. Your lips are moving, making the word, but no sound comes out. Not until two limbs emerge from the manhole, long and sinewy, cloaked in some dark fabric that's dripping with sewer water, heaving the rest of its body up from below.

A breath hitched in your chest exhales into a sharp gasp, a rattled sound that has you digging your nails into the heels of your palms, heart pounding. The way it moves, the way it sounds as it sucks in a tsk through its teeth...

"Why you waiting?"

It's when you see the face emerge, all but hidden in shadow, teeth glinting in a wide smile in the dim light, that you finally run.

You just have to get past it. You can see your car, there, at the end of the alley. It's not even out of the manhole, yet, it can't catch you, it can't be fast enough. You sprint towards the fence, closing the distance in long strides, boots splattering the asphalt as your hands reach out for the fencing…

And cry out, searing pain lancing through your leg as a crack like a thunderbolt rips through the alleyway, and something sharp wraps around your ankle.

You don't have to look over your shoulder to know the source. It tugs sharply, suddenly, and your boot skids across the asphalt as you grab at the fencing, digging your fingers into the wire desperately, scrambling as your fingers begin to scrape, scratch, bleed —

And just when you feel your ankle yank backwards again and begin to pull your fingers from their grip, the tether goes slack. The alleyway grows quiet, leaving only your ragged breathing and the faint drip of water. After a few moments you turn, grip still tight on the fence...

The thing, whatever it was, is gone. There's something wrapped around your ankle, yes, a leather cord the thickness of a power cable, but its end is connected to... nothing. You take a few tentative steps into the alley. You're alone, now, thrusting the only evidence that anything ever had you at death's door into the pocket of your coat — and feel it resist. Your breath catches, and you tug at the end in your hands, following it, kneeling down as you find the end...

Not the only evidence, it seems. Buried an inch into the concrete with the end of the cord speared on its tip, is an arrow. You wrap your hand around it and tug, but it doesn't budge. Setting your teeth, you pull harder, and manage to free it, the aluminum shaft flexing rather than break.

You look around, then up. The alleyway is as quiet as before, as quiet as it should have been.

Unwilling to tempt fate further, you make short work of the fence, ankle nearly buckling as you find the sidewalk again and make your way over to the coupe, arrow tucked under your arm, fingers working the cord in your pocket.

There's a soft hissing sound as you approach, and you stop cold, holding your breath... before your eyes widen in recognition.

In the (now flat) tire of your car, a mere few feet away from the fence that nearly trapped you to your death, is another goddamn arrow.

________

Like I said — this story will test you. It will ask you if you've always made the right decision, when faced with the choice between dooming someone to their punishment or extending a hand to save.

Because someone does need saving here, Detective.

And it's not you. ___________

#ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez ot8 #superhero au #monocromer #a monocromer original series #supernova #ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #ateez x reader

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biaswreckingfics · 2 years

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*135 Random Prompts*

Send me a prompt and a member of your choosing, and I'll write a short story/drabble with your pick. If you'd like to make it an AU, just tell me in the ask! Also, the asks get posted with the story, so please go on anon if you want to remain private ❤️

Groups available: EXO, ATEEZ, The Boyz, 2PM, Victon, and officially TXT.

Angst

(Where I do my best to make you cry)

1. This is real life! You don't get to restart things when you make a mistake!

2. I regret everything. All of it. You, me, what we did...

3. She was crying because of you!

4. I know for a fact that you're not "fine".

5. I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I'll forgive you.

6. I think we need to talk.

7. We can't be friends anymore... I will always see you as something else.

8. I don't like them. I like you.

9. We're not just friends and you fucking know it.

10. Walk out that door and we're through.

11. Well... yell, scream, say something. Anything.

12. I think you're just afraid to be happy.

13. Please, come home. I miss you.

14. I didn't come here to watch you flirt with other people.

15. So, I'm not allowed to be upset that he's hanging all over you?

15. Don't do this here. You're making a scene.

17. Do you not trust me?

18. Did it ever occur to you that you're hurting me too?

19. We should be friends instead.

20. They warned me about you. I should have listened.

21. You did a wonderful job convincing people that you love me. I almost fell for it.

22. I'm at the hospital.

23. You make me feel like I'm not good enough.

24. You walked away. Not me.

25. My mom asked about you again.

26. I just came to say goodbye.

28. Don't talk anymore.

28. When did you stop loving me?

29. When was the last time you said you loved me and meant it?

30. For what it's worth, I never gave up on you.

31. If you think I don't feel anything for you, then you're more stupid than I thought.

Fluff

(Where I attempt to make your heart swell)

32. I've been thinking about you a lot lately.

33. My family thinks we are dating.

34. Just please, be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.

35. I think I'm in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me.

36. You're blushing.

37. I hope you know by now how much you mean to me.

38. Yes, I have feelings for you. Moving on...

39. I like my shirt on you. It looks cute.

40. Will you just marry me already?

41. How long has it been since you slept?

42. You have the most amazing eyes.

43. Is that my shirt?

44. The closest thing to love at first sight I've ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you.

45. Did you tell the person I was gonna go out with that we're dating?

46. If I asked you to stay, would you?

47. Don't go on that date.

48. Of course, I noticed. I notice everything about you.

49. You're kind of cute, you know that?

50. Do you ever wonder if we've met in another lifetime?

51. Can you come with me? I don't want to go on my own.

52. You're cuteness is making everyone stare. Stop it.

53. You make me proud, you know that, right?

54. You've always been my favorite.

55. I like the way your hand fits in mine.

56. Wait, don't pull away. Not yet.

57. No, mom! Don't tell him/her I said that about him/her!

58. You're pretty.

59. I can't get you out of my head.

60. You know I'm always here for you, right?

Suggestive

(Where I leave you begging for more)

61. Come over here and make me.

62. Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?

63. Kiss me.

64. You're so fucking hot when you're mad.

65. I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice.

66. I'm yours, in every way you'll have me.

67. You wanted me to walk in on you.

68. You know you want it, sweetheart.

69. You're not as quiet as you think you are.

70. There are people in the other room.

71. You're so perfect, and I'm so fucking lucky.

72. I've been thinking about you all day.

73. I like it when you say my name like that.

74. Let me show you how much I missed you.

75. I think I've made my intentions clear.

76. Don't tempt me.

77. I know you think about me at night.

78. You have no idea how much I want you.

79. I'm really in the mood to tease you today.

80. I love being with you like this.

81. Damn, you're such a tease.

82. You better stop being so hot before I'm tempted to do things.

83. You won't believe how many naughty fantasies I've had about you.

84. This isn't what it looks like... unless you like it, in which case, it's exactly what it looks like.

85. Let me show you how much I want/love you.

86. If you want it so bad, you'll have to work for it.

87. I just want to make you feel good.

88. Let me show you why you should stay in bed.

89. Can you help me with this zipper?

90. If you want to keep sitting on my lap, you have to stop wiggling around like that.

Surprise/Misc.

(Where the good au prompts are hidden/where you give me free reign)

91. Have you lost your damn mind?!

92. I almost lost you.

93. This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had.

94. You need to wake up because I can't do this without you.

95. Please don't tell me you got arrested again.

96. Sometimes you need to make your sarcasm a little more clear.

97. I must've been an awful person in my past life.

98. Oh, God. That's your "I did something bad" face.

99. This. Never. Happened.

100. If we get caught, I'm blaming you.

101. Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?

102. Can you please come get me?

103. Oh, God. You're bleeding.

104. I don't know where I am. Help me.

105. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes.

106. Now that I've made it weird, I'm going to make my exit.

107. You're so cute when you're struggling.

108. You don't mean as much to me as you think you do.

109. There's only one bed.

110. There's so much blood.

111. If I die, I'm going to haunt you.

112. She's hiding behind the sofa.

113. Who gave you that black eye?

114. Did they hurt you?

115. You know when your phone buzzes, it means I'm trying to talk to you, right?

116. Why is there a pregnancy test in the trash?

117. ...or we could make out...

118. Just please open your eyes.

119. You almost died and you're making jokes?

120. Whatever you do, do not close your eyes.

121. I know you're tired, but you have to stay awake.

Spooky

(Where I give my ghouls that spooktober story they crave or you can check out my Thrills and Chills masterlist)

122. Whatever you do, do not turn around.

123. I know what you did.

124. When I let go, run for your life.

125. Don't open your eyes.

126. Go, and don't look back.

127. You know I'm not human, don't you?

128. You poisoned this, didn't you?

129. What did you do to me?

130. It's only a scratch...

131. Go ahead and pray. See what good it does.

132. He's... he's dead.

133. You can't kill him... His kind doesn't die.

134. Did you hear that?

135. You're not real... None of this is real.

#yes ive added txt to my writing list #prompt list #drabble game

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