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{10:41PM} nsfw

“Does he fuck you like this, hm?” Hongjoong’s voice was low and hushed, very unlike yours as you moaned and sighed with each long drag of his cock in your tight heat.

A thought of your boyfriend flashed in your mind’s eyes for just a moment, but you quickly forgot about him when you felt the cool brush of metal against your nose. Hongjoong’s necklace dangled in your face rhythmically as your bodies swayed. You found his eyes watching you closely through the red fringe of his messy hair and your tummy flipped. “If he did, you wouldn’t be here, now would you?”

Hongjoong laughed at that, pearly whites peeking through his plush lips. He was stunningly beautiful even in this low lighting. He lowered himself marginally, just enough for his sweaty forehead to brush against yours and for his necklace to rest against your cheek. He rolled his hips into you, driving his cock into your hole as deep as it could reach, resulting in the both of you sighing out into the air. “Then that means this little pussy is all mine?”

You bit your lip, fingers reaching to your face to clasp at the pendant of his necklace. The metal was cool yet familiar in your hold, and you read the small engraved letters on the dog tag that wrote out his name. You twirled it in your fingers. Instead of an answer, you tugged on the chain until his lips crashed against yours in a kiss, making the man above you chuckle into your mouth.

You supposed that was a good enough answer.

A/N: the necklace around his neck in this second photo has my mind spiraling 💦

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jongho + biker au

doing my absolute best to feel something after that skz comeback anyway the concept of biker jongho has Ruined Me so thanks for that I guess anne

4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

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Title: Grease Stains

Pairing: Jongho x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 799

Triggers: cursing

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"Jongho, you have grease all over you."

"Well, trying to fix your motorcycle yourself will do that to you, you know."

"Which is why I said you should call Hongjoong or somebody to fix it for you instead of getting all gross and dirty for nothing." Nimbly, you pull yourself onto the motorcycle seat and fix your eyes on the idiot standing in front of you. From this point, you're much taller than him - it adds a very nice touch, in your opinion. "You're disgusting. Just let the adults handle the situation for once?"

Jongho leans against the surprisingly clean wall, lifting his chin. Okay, that's not fair - that's not fucking fair - even covered in dark grease stains he looks like some stupid Adonis, arms crossed, eyebrows raised and lips pouted in something between exasperation and abashed embarrassment. It largely eliminates any advantage you might have gotten by climbing up on the seat of his motorcycle. "I'm an adult."

"Hongjoong is more of an adult than the two of us combined," you retort, refusing to give in to the jarms - Jongho arms, you coined the term a while back when he started working out - that are now reaching out in an offer to help you down from the motorcycle. "No, I'm not getting down, I still have to yell at you for breaking your bike before we were supposed to go to dinner tonight."

That gets a sheepish grin to flit across his pouting lips, though the jarms don't move. Damn. They look kind of inviting, even covered in grease. More comfortable than the end of the motorcycle seat, which is starting to dig into your skin. "I'm sorry?"

You squint your eyes, narrowing them in the way Jongho knows doesn't mean anything, just that you're looking for an excuse not to give him what he wants for a few seconds until you give in. "You should be," you sniff, lifting a hand. "Oh God, how did you get grease all the way up here?"

The jarms lower slightly as the sheepish smile on Jongho's face turns even more embarrassed. "Sorry."

Okay, time to put the poor boy out of his misery. You jump down from the bike and into the grease-covered jarms, ignoring the black marks undoubtedly beginning to stain your own clothes. "It's fine," you grin, patting his head with your greasy hand. "I still have a car, which is probably safer than the hell bike you like to ride, and we can still go to dinner tonight with you wearing your leather jacket. You just need a shower first." You look down at your own arms. "I probably need one too."

"Or we could just show up like this," Jongho offers, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

"Or we could not give Seonghwa a heart attack," you counter, swatting his shoulder. He probably doesn't feel a thing, stupid buff boy. "He already had to deal with when that thing broke while you were on the road."

"He's going to have to deal with the fact that I can't fix it."

"No, that's something Hongjoong will have to deal with, not Seonghwa." You pull away and shove him in the direction of the door. "Not us, either. We're not trying to fix this mess."

Jongho laughs. "Hongjoong has to be so tired of us."

"Listen, if he didn't want to deal with our shit, he shouldn't have become our adoptive dad." You shrug. "We focus on fixing the stuff we can fix. Like your need for a shower."

"Don't you need a shower, too?" Jongho's eyes turn mischievous again. If your face feels a little warm, that's none of anybody's fucking business. "We can take one together."

You punch his arm, hard. "Pretend you felt something," you snap when he barely moves.

Immediately Jongho doubles over, eyes squeezing shut in fake pain as mocking whines fill the air. "Oh my God, you're so strong, I'm dying -"

You can't stop the laugh that bursts from your lips when you drag him up again. "Go shower, idiot."

"Fine, fine." Jongho starts walking away, then turns back around. "Wait, let me do something."

Less than one second passes and then he's up in your face, staring into your eyes without a word on his lips. Your cheeks feel warm, disgustingly warm - what is he going to do, kiss you? You're both covered in grease - and you're just about to force yourself to back away before Jongho plants his hands on either side of your face and drags down, down and pulls away.

You blink. Then it registers.

Oh, God - your entire face has to be covered in grease -

"CHOI JONGHO!"

His laughs filter through the door even after he flings it shut behind him.

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Inception - SEONGHWA

Don’t ask me why I did this to him because I still don’t know the answer either

and yet somehow this is one of my two favorite chapters

Pairing: Seonghwa x gender neutral!reader

Genre: angst, rebel!au

Triggers: mentions of death, cursing

Reminder: later chapters in this series have spoilers!! If you haven’t read the chapters before (THANXX, Wonderland, Treasure) please do so if you don’t want anything spoiled!!

Word Count: 2.1k

In the wake of tragedy, you learn to cope.

Sword and Shield | Ateez Masterlist

Run.

Your feet pound on the pavement, concrete burning beneath the thin soles of your shoes.

Faster.

Your lungs gasp for air, aching in your chest, but you force your legs to move faster, faster, faster – maybe this time, if you’re fast enough, Seonghwa will still be warm and alive, not the cold corpse that the message promised.

Stop!

Concrete turns to wilted grass and you skid to a halt, eyes searching for a familiar body, familiar eyes and a familiar smile – well, maybe not a smile, he’s obviously been injured – but an expression, at least, an expression you can remember –

There.

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Treasure - YUNHO

Some fluff (?) to mitigate the pain I guess (?)

Pairing: Yunho x gender neutral!reader

Genre: angst, rebel!au

Triggers: mentions of death

Reminder: later chapters in this series have spoilers!! If you haven’t read the chapters before (THANXX, Wonderland) please do so if you don’t want anything spoiled!!

Word Count: 1.9k

Even in the midst of war, there are still treasures to be found amid the ashes.

Sword and Shield | Ateez Masterlist

A short knock sounds at the infirmary door. “Who is it?” you ask automatically, even if you already know the answer.

The door creaks slightly open in response, revealing two dark eyes. “Just me.”

“You can come in.” You turn back to the small tray of supplies, feeling Yunho’s presence creep up behind you as he comes closer. “Just be quiet. He’s sedated, but you know how lightly he sleeps.”

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Wonderland - SAN

Kinda surprised I’m still alive after the first chapter but thanks I guess? Here’s more to prolong the suffering :)

Pairing: San x gender neutral!reader

Genre: angst, rebel!au

Triggers: guns, death, semi-graphic violence and blood

Reminder: later chapters in this series have spoilers!! If you haven’t read the chapters before (THANXX) please do so if you don’t want anything spoiled!!

Word Count: 2.1k

Together, you and San uncover the traitor in your midst.

Sword and Shield | Ateez Masterlist

The day Treasure was exposed, the day Mingi and his partner and so many others lost their lives, you decided there couldn’t exist any higher beings watching over you and your poor, poor souls. There couldn’t, there just couldn’t – it didn’t make sense. Because if they did exist, then why didn’t they stop the carnage? Why did they allow so many good people, so many brave, fearless people to die at the hands of tyrannic cowards? It didn’t make sense. None of it did.

But now, as you freeze in front of the door that decidedly is not the one you and San marked for eavesdropping, you have to wonder if there really is something watching over you. Because if you’d been just a second faster or slower, you wouldn’t have heard the voice.

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THANXX - MINGI

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy also beginning of sword and shield >:) we are starting off with a FUCKING BANG

I take no responsibility for any broken hearts looking at you blue

Pairing: Mingi x gender neutral!reader

Genre: angst, rebel!au

Triggers: guns, death

Word Count: 1.6k

You and Mingi knew the risks. You only wish you never had to face them.

Sword and Shield | Ateez Masterlist

When the door opens, you don’t even look up from the keyboard. Treasure is open to the public, after all – even safety officials sometimes come in to order a drink, kick back, and relax. It’s only the people who enter belowground who need to worry, and even then, no one has ever rooted them out. Why would they now?

It’s like you jinxed it, because not two seconds later, a bullet buries itself in the piano not a foot away from your face.

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✧ Ateez Mingi x reader ✧ words: ~900 ✧ genre: angst, comfort ✧ prompt: kissing away tears (from this list)

(requested by @mgmcprfan3​)

Sadness overcomes you again. You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry over this anymore, especially not today, yet here you are - tears welling up in your face, and you know it’s only a matter of time until they start trickling down your cheeks. You’re supposed to go on a date with your boyfriend Mingi for the first time in a while, having a few relaxed hours just to yourselves, yet here you are, hiding in your room mere minutes before he’s supposed to pick you up, and unable to control your feelings.

In between silent sobbing, you hear the ringing of the doorbell, and you’re not sure if you’re supposed to curse his timing or your feelings, so you simply curse without any particular aim, spitting out the word “fuck” through gritted teeth. You straighten your back and you take a deep breath, trying to focus on happy thoughts only. The doorbell rings a second time, and you shout,

“I’m coming!” You’re proud of yourself for keeping your voice steady, but when you rush to the door and you walk past the mirror right next to it, you can see your reddened cheeks and your puffy eyes - it’s obvious that you’ve been crying. The realization hits you like a punch right to your guts, and you open the door hesitantly.

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hi, I recently read your if without you scenario and it was so good. i really liked the way you write and I saw that your requests are open if I'm not mistaken so I wanted to request a yunho scenario. i want a scenario where yunho has a day off and they are doing a lazy sunday and his s/o starts to kiss his moles on his face?? can you make it super fluffy and maybe just a little bit suggestive? rest is up to you I just wanted to add that detail. thank you!! have a good day 💕

yunho x reader

word count: ~1k

genre: fluff, suggestive

The first thing you felt was the unmistakable weight around your waist- the one you were now so accustomed to, something that felt so reassuring you weren't sure you could wake up grinning without it- Yunho's arms, lazily draped around your waist.

You rubbed your eyes, stretching your arm a bit to drink water from the table- you two had a late night in, watching a season you two were absolutely hooked on, and the snacks were still lying around. Your shift in position caused Yunho to groan, and when you were done, you turned, unable to stifle your smile when you saw him put one hand over his eyes to block the light from the window, stretching the other hand blindly to find you.

"Wait," you laughed, "Let me help you with that."

You got off the bed, much to his protest at your absence, sighing as you shut the curtains because gosh, he was an absolute fluffhead in the mornings. You climbed back now that he was able to open his eyes and see you, and you waited in the bed.

"Big spoon again?" You asked.

"Come here," he said instead, making you lie down in his arms, your arm sprawled across him as your head rested on his chest falling up and down regularly.

"You're so sleepy," you commented on the way he was slowly caressing your arm, "Go back to sleep. It's still early- good thing you have the day off."

"Mmm," Yunho held you closer, pulling the covers up on you two and resting his face on your head.

"Want me to make you some pancakes if you're not sleepy?"

Yunho heard you well, heard the teasing tone. He squeezed your arm, putting one leg over you and trapping you.

"I'd rather you kiss me until I fall asleep."

You gasped dramatically, "Kiss you until you fall asleep? And leave me hanging, wide awake?"

Yunho opened one eye to look at you, searching your face at the suggestive remark you'd made. "Well then, tell me what you'd rather have."

"Hmm," you decided to tease him a little more, drawing back a little to caress his absolutely adorable morning face, pushing his hair back. "I could sing you one of those lullabies that should erase any sleep in your system."

"Now, now," his body shook with silent laughter, "Way to put one to sleep."

"Or," you trailed your fingers down his neck, making him shiver, "I could get up right now to dump some cold water on you- hey!" You laughed as Yunho tickled your waist, doubling over and slapping his hands away, grinning at the way he himself was laughing, "That's cheating!"

"Is it?" Yunho kissed your nose before bringing you back in, hugging you but practically suffocating you as he squeezed you once before letting you free, "That's for being the cutest little tease so early in the morning."

"Well," you pouted, "that's because you fell asleep last night. I had plans."

"Plans?" Yunho raised a brow, kissing your pout off, "Pray tell, what plans?"

"Oh, you know, the usual," you shrugged, putting his leg back over you because you liked the weight, "Put some romantic movie after a few episodes and then kiss the everliving... fuck out of you."

"Ooh," Yunho cooed, and you weren't sure if his flushed cheeks were because of his morning face or your comment anymore, "Someone's... angsty."

"And someone's so sleepy and lazy that he only has the energy for talk, not action."

Yunho bit his lips as he looked at you ever so slowly, making your stomach swoop. "Go on then. I'm yours, do whatever you want with me today. If I sleep- and I'm sleepy enough, you lose."

"Now that's a challenge I like," you grinned, "And you know what I'm gonna prove? That I can be slow, so slow, and still keep you wide awake."

"Gosh," Yunho put a shy hand over his face as he laughed, putting his arms back around you and bringing you in. "Go to sleep, I'm gonna bleach your mind first thing when I wake up."

You grinned, positioning yourself up a little so you were still in his arms but were almost facing him. You caressed his hair, lulling him to sleep, and when his breathing got a bit even and you couldn't hold it back anymore, you pecked his lips.

The light squeeze on your waist told you he was half asleep. You brought your hand to his face, perking your own face up to kiss his cheek, once, twice, small kisses peppered everywhere.

"Put me to eternal sleep, why don't you?" Yunho's voice was low and sleep-heavy.

"It's so dark, baby," you teased, "I wanted to kiss every mole, every freckle on your face."

"I can allow some mistakes," Yunho teased back, and you raised a brow- so he wanted you to kiss him everywhere?

Before you could act, Yunho decided that he'd had enough- he flipped you over, earning a loud gasp of surprise from you as his face hovered extremely close over yours, a lazy smile spreading on his face. "My turn."

Before you could mention how he was half asleep just now, he kissed you so passionately that your back arched into his body and your arms went weak, allowing him to pin them up so easily because of his absurdly large hands, and you supposed he took your teasing way to seriously because he was kissing you like it was your last time, swallowing every moan and groan that escaped you and barely letting you breathe. And it was different this time-

He had always been the one for soft and lovely kisses, making you feel special and loved all the time. Even when he went hard, you could feel that he was being careful or maybe that was just how he was- caring. Always letting you have the upper hand when guiding him. But this time?

It made your legs absolutely weak and you moaned his name into the kiss, which was when he allowed you to breathe, watching your dazed flush face with a smirk.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"I thought you were sleepy!"

"I am," he laughed, pecking your lips and about to get off of you but you held him by his collar, making him raise a brow.

"More. Just like... earlier. I like this new side of you."

The smirk that creeped on his face made you wonder just what you were in for as he took off his shirt and unbuttoned yours hastily, going back to kissing you just like before if not more intensely, trailing kisses down your neck and making you gasp out louder than you ever had. He let you take a breather, laughing at your state.

You laughed back, "It should be Sunday everyday. Sleepy sunday."

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hiiii gen question, how do yall to the 'keep reading' cuts in your posts???

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[19.36] jongho × reader (ft. san)

⇀ what's the point of getting the crown when he's supposed to lose what he valued most?

⇁ full disclosure, this is inspired by ateez's performance on kingdom; answer : ode to joy

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

He was supposed to live his happily ever after with you.

But what can he do when his brother abdicated the throne?

San was the kingdom's hope. But when he went to war and lost his best friend, Wooyoung, he wasn't the same man. Jongho saw how broken he was and how he drank the cellar dry on a nightly basis. He hated seeing his brother in such a way, which was why he vowed to always be there for whatever his needs might be.

Just as Jongho was there for San, you were there for him. It was neither of your faults that you were born from a simple family. Your mother, the head lady in waiting, and your father, Jongho's tutor, had been loved by the king and queen and also by the two Choi brothers.

You met them when your parents decided and got the approval for you to join the princes with their lessons. Though not as rigorous, your parents wanted you to receive the best education so that when you're older and is able to work in the palace for the future queen or even the royal children, you would be most valuable.

Days and nights spent with Jongho made your hearts grow fonder for each other.

So when the news that San decided to abdicate the throne reached you, you were devastated and so was Jongho.

San decided that the throne will suit him ill and he felt that he couldn't lead the kingdom that failed his best friend. It was unfair of him, sure, but he was grieving.

"So you're really going tomorrow?" You asked, turning to look at San.

The man had a somber look on his face but a smile appeared as he gazed at the throne, "yeah, I am. I want to travel. Wooyoung was supposed to be by my side as my advisor and staying here longer would- will kill me," he then turned to you, "I'm sorry that you had to go through this. I know my parents were fine with you being with Jongho since he wasn't the crown prince but things changed because of me," he told you.

You kept a smile on your face, fighting off the tears that were threatening to drop down. Your hand reached for San's as the fanfare rung loudly in the great hall, "it's not your fault, Sannie. He chose his responsibilities, his kingdom, over me and I completely understand," you didn't meant to but your voice cracked at the end of the sentence.

As the grand double door opened, you could see Jongho in the white suit he was supposed to wear at San's coronation.

The sound of trumpet followed as he stride forward. The red carpet beneath his feet was long and as Jongho gazed at the end of it, on the throne at the top of the stage, he began dreading his future.

Somehow, both of your eyes met. Just as he hitched his breath looking at you, yours too. You unconsciously gripped onto San's hand tighter.

Each step seemed to stretch.

Time seemingly halted.

The reality of the situation dawned and you need to choose whether or not you want to support him or not.

So sacrificing yourself, you smiled and nodded at Jongho. Wordlessly telling him that you're letting him go without any grievances so he could rule well. You know him. You know the man you love. You know he'll do great.

But despite your affirmation, Jongho still felt uneasy.

He wasn't meant for this.

He'll lose his sanity.

The throne looked lonely and cold, a premonition of Jongho's future if he doesn't do anything about it.

As he halted at the bottom of the stage's steps, he looked back to search for you.

Though you had tears streaming down your face and San's hand in yours, he knew three things right then and there;

One, you never looked more beautiful and ethereal.

Two, where your loyalty stands; with him and everything he believes in.

And three, that he refused to rule a kingdom that demands so much of him without wanting to compensate.

So as the Bishop announced his coronation and as the crown was placed on his head, Jongho made up his mind and will himself to take action for his own future.

So he took one step up, then two, then three, all the way to the throne.

People were surprised as he turned around and didn't sit down as he was supposed to. They began murmuring, confused and slightly worried.

"Choi Jongho what are you doing?" you questioned underneath your breath.

Suddenly, Jongho yanked the crown off his head and threw it to the side. People gasped loudly and some were too petrified to do anything.

"I, your King," he started, "refuse to wear the crown my predecessors wore before me," he stated firmly.

Your eyes widened and you turned to look at San. Instead of shock, San had a smile on his face, an overall pleased expression. Like as if he knew that Jongho was going to do this.

"It's obvious that there are errors in our Kingdom that need to be rectified immediately. Wearing that crown shows that I'm going to continue the errors of those before me. But no more. Today onwards, I vow to change things for the better; let equality be among us, let prosperity flourish," he then turns to meet eyes with you. The fiery gaze melted into love and affection, the same look you've seen each night you spent together.

"Let us be happy with whoever we choose," he trailed on.

Jongho began to take steps down the throne, without his crown. But he didn't seem to care. Not about how he looks, or about the people talking, or even about how he just broke tradition.

He only had his eyes on you.

"And I choose you," he spoke softly with a smile on his face. The smile that had disappeared as his coronation approached.

His right hand reached forward to you, "You are," he took a moment to simply gaze into your eyes before continuing, "the love of my life, the only other person who knows about me and this kingdom inside and out other than San. While you may be able to live without me, I can not. You helped me be the man I am today, and without you by my side as my queen, that man will cease to exist. Just as your parents devoted their lives to the throne, I hope you will agree to dedicate your life to me, Choi Jongho, and to support to me, King Jongho,"

Despite the eyes on you, you can only feel his.

Nothing mattered as long as you have each other and you know it.

So you took his hand and even slip your other one out of San's grip into his other one, "you have, and always will be my King,"

With wet cheeks and a smile stretching so wide, Jongho leaned forward to kiss you in front of the whole court for the first time ever.

Little did you two know that Jongho's bravery ignited something in people that day and true to his vow,

Everything did become better.

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so cute, so adorable, im smiling tysm

[10.10] dad!mingi × reader

⇀ your little family has a birthday tradition but what is unusual is what your gift for the birthday boy

⇁ fluffy fluff

You woke up at approximately 6 am, your alarm woke you up but as per usual, Mingi only stirred slightly from the sound. He had always been a deep sleeper and a sleepyhead. But you remembered that it was his birthday and you were certain someone in the house was adamant about waking his daddy up with a plate of birthday pancakes.

So you slowly crept out of the bed after landing a soft kiss on Mingi's lips, causing him to smile even in his sleep. You managed to exit the room without much hassle and you immediately walk into Minjae's room.

To your surprise, the little 4-year-old was already staring blankly at the wall in front of him, still trying to wake himself up.

But upon your arrival, a big, gummy smile that resembles his dad's so much broke on his face and he opened up his arms for you to take him. You happily picked him up and pepper kisses around his face, "good morning my little prince," you greeted mid-kisses as the little boy giggled in delight, "how was your sleep?"

He rubbed his eyes with his arms and yawned sleepily, "It was okay, mommy," he said as he proceeded to wrap his arms around your neck and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, "can we go make daddy's pancakes now?" he asked.

You couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable he was, "yes, baby, we're gonna go make daddy's pancakes now," you told him.

You walked out of Minjae's room to the kitchen to began preparing what you needed to make Mingi's birthday breakfast.

The self-titled Sir Commander Munch-A-Lot squealed out each item you drop to his side happily, making sure that nothing was left behind.

You both worked together, you putting the ingredients in the bowl and Minjae mixing them together as best as he could. Though you eventually had to take over and make sure everything was combined well. The little boy was adamant about assuring his participation in his dad's special day. So you let him decorate the pancake as he like with sprinkles and whipped cream which turned out to be quite a questionable choice because he drew the exact replica of how his ateez uncles would draw Mingi. You're just gonna have to blame it on his uncle Wooyoung and uncle Yeosang for spending too much time with the boy.

After putting the boy down onto the floor, you took the plate in one hand and the other held onto Minjae's hand. You both walked quietly back to your room where Mingi was still soundly asleep to no one's surprise.

Minjae had begun to jump up and down in excitement. He asked for your permission to wake his daddy up by giving you the best puppy eyes he could muster out.

Can't really say no to the adorable boy that due to his good luck looks a lot like his dad, you nodded and he immediately zoomed onto the bed and climbed on up. He crawled over onto his dad's body and laid flat on top of it, hugging his dad's body tightly, "daddy, daddy! Wake up! Wake up! It's your birthday!!" he squealed out eagerly.

Mingi initially only groaned and stirred in his sleep. But Minjae was determined. He began peppering his dad's face with kisses and squishing his cheeks, "come on daddy! Pancake time!" he squealed out again. Thankfully, this time Mingi sat up whilst holding onto Minjae's body so the boy wouldn't topple backwards, "okay, okay, daddy's up," he groaned as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, exactly like Minjae.

Though when he saw you in front of him with a stack of birthday pancakes, he grinned widely. "Aww, did you make this for me?" he asked as he took the plate of pancakes from your hands to inspect it, "yeah, a really nice surprise compared to your half-burnt pancakes for my birthday, don't you think?" you teased. He only glared at you teasingly. But when he looked at the decoration on his pancake, he immediately shifted his gaze at his son who was donning the proudest grin on his face, "look! It's daddy!" he pointed out.

Seeing how happy his son is, Mingi couldn't help but put the pancake on the nightstand and tackle him with hugs and kisses, "thank you, my little prince, daddy is really appreciated your present," he said in between kisses and his son's delightful squeals.

"Oh! Speaking of presents!" you exclaimed, running towards the walk-in closet in your room to get a box with a bow on top of it. You came back and put the gift on Mingi's thighs and urge him to open it.

Minjae pouted up at you, "why didn't you tell me about daddy's gift, mommy? I wanna give him something too," he said dejectedly. You cooed and pat his head, "I'm sorry baby, but this is a gift only mommy can give daddy," you smiled apologetically at the little boy.

Hearing your words, Mingi's eyes immediately widened as he stared up at you, "O-only you can give? If so, don't you think we should open it without Minjae around?" at first you were confused at what he meant until you finally realized so you smack his arm, "not that kind of gift, you idiot!" you scolded to which Mingi just pouted and Minjae laughed at how his dad got scolded by his mom.

Mingi carefully opened the neatly wrapped gift and opened the lid. When he peered inside, he saw what seemed like a t-shirt folded tightly. He looked up at you, unsure. But you just gestured for him to take the gift out.

When he took the shirt out, two more items dropped from the inside of the t-shirt. He set the bigger t-shirt aside to inspect the rectangular box and a smaller shirt. As he set the gifts on the bed, he realized that the bigger t-shirt had 'Proud Dad of 2' written largely on it and the smaller shirt had 'Big Brother' written on it.

It took him a while before his eyes widened again and his head snapped to you, "i-is this- a-are we- (Y/N), don't play with me, I can't handle this kind of cruel prank on my birthday," he squeaked out, voice slightly breaking. Minjae was staring at his dad and the items before them confusedly, unsure of what was going on.

But you only nodded at Mingi and took the rectangular box and opened it, to show what was inside.

Once Mingi's assumptions were confirmed, he jumped up and hugged you tightly, burying his face on your shoulder as he sobbed in pure happiness. You laughed happily and patted his back comfortingly, though you couldn't help but shed a tear or two either.

"Hey!" Minjae called from the bed, "what's going on??" he asked, frowning because his mom and dad were being cryptic.

Mingi unlatched himself from you to scoop Minjae into his arms, bouncing and twirling the boy into a squealing and giggling mess, "you, my dear boy, are gonna be a big brother to your new sibling!!" he exclaimed happily.

And so, for the rest of his birthday, he insisted on spending it with his family. All four of you.

At least that was until the rest of the boys decided to crash in uninvited.

But Mingi couldn't care less because he had just received the best gift anyone could ever ask for.

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oh my gosh 😭😭😭

[15.18] dad!seonghwa

⇀ as a person, he's gentle and understanding. but as a dad, he knows when he should put his foot down. but how can he when his child has his eyes and your charm?

⇁ it's fluffy dad!seonghwa y'all

Seonghwa stood in front of the sink in the kitchen, pausing mid scrub to look at the clock mounted on the wall just above the fridge. The clock read 15.18, and he was beginning to get concerned.

"He should be here by now," he muttered to himself.

Convincing him that his ready, little Park Sungchan begged Seonghwa that since he's in the 1st grade now, he's able to walk from his apartment's gate from the carpool with his uncle Yunho and 'cousins' Yujin and Yeeun, up to their apartment by himself. It took a lot of begging, promising, slight crying, and a buttload of pouting from both Sungchan and you to eventually break Seonghwa.

Though right now, he was sure that his son is dead in a ditch somewhere. Neverminding the fact that he was only 3 minutes late.

But the sound of the front door opening broke his thought and the sound of small pitter-patter and shoes being put away broke his thought and a sudden sense of relief washed over him.

As Seonghwa finished up washing the dishes, he called out to his son, "Sungchan, is that you?"

The little boy froze mid-walk across the living room towards his bedroom, "uhh... Yes, daddy! I'm home!" he answered, voice slightly quivering. He instinctively held the bag in his arms closer to his body as he adjusted the straps of his school bag.

From his standpoint, Sungchan could see Seonghwa has his back to him, meaning he wouldn't be able to see what he's doing.

The bag in his arms began to rustle and he immediately panicked. His tiny hands patted the bag gently as he spoke in a hushed tone, "Shh, shh, it's okay! I'll get you out soon!"

"Who are you talking to?"

Seonghwa's voice startled the boy, making him jump slightly which pulled the bag down slightly, revealing a small puppy in his arms.

Both of them stared at one another, Sungchan as he waited for his dad to react, and Seonghwa in shock. The puppy, however, was perfectly content nestling itself in the arms of the little boy, now being able to see the whole world as the bag no longer hid its face.

"S-Sungchan, what is this?" Seonghwa asked, slightly hoping that he was hallucinating.

"Uh... A puppy? Have you never seen one, dad? It's quite common here, especially one that looks like this and-" Sungchan rambled, trying to find a way to change the subject or even distract his dad.

Seonghwa's eyebrows furrowed as he stared his boy down, "Sungchan..." he called out in a reprimanding tone.

Immediately, Sungchan stopped his rambling and whined. "I had to, daddy! I saw him every day in front of my school and I always feed him! Look at him, daddy, he's so cute!" Sungchan whined, hugging the puppy tightly in his arms, looking up at Seonghwa with, ironically, puppy eyes.

Despite his son's attempt to butter him up, Seonghwa was determined to not fall for his son's antics. "How did you even bring him here from school? What did your uncle Yunho had to say?"

The little boy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Uncle Yunho said "I'll grab the bag, you put the puppy in. This is gonna drive your dad insane,"," he answered without much thought.

At the revelation, Seonghwa felt his left eye twitch, realizing that Yunho actually had a play in the stunt his son pulled. He's sure that he's going to have to have a talk with him after he dealt with the issue at hand.

He has his hands on his waist, ready to firmly tell Sungchan that there is no way that they're going to keep a stray dog for a bunch of reasons. Those reasons might mainly gravitate towards the 'cleanliness' issue, but it was still an important point that he had to remind his son.

But when he saw the way Sungchan looked at the puppy and how the puppy seemed to connect with the boy in such an affectionate way that is so heartwarming considering how short they've known one another, he couldn't find it in his heart to reprimand or separate them.

Seonghwa took his phone out of his sweats and took a picture to send to you. He explained the situation so that you wouldn't be surprised when you came back home from your trip back home to your family. There was even an additional caption saying, 'the things I do for the people I love. You're going to have to help take care of this because I'm blaming you. This blackmailing-using-his-look gene screams you.'

The man of the house took a deep breath before he crouched down in front of his son, "Do you really want to keep him?"

Hearing the question made Sungchan perked up. He looked straight into Seonghwa's eyes, nodding eagerly.

"Do you know the responsibilities of having a puppy?" Seonghwa questioned.

"Yes! I have to take care of his pee, poo, and food," Sungchan listed out, trying to remember the things his uncle Yunho told him back in the car.

Seonghwa nodded in agreement, relieved that his son is actually slightly aware of the responsibilities that entailed keeping an animal in the house. "Don't forget walks, teaching him obedience and tricks too, we can't have a dog who's not gonna listen, right?" Seonghwa smiled at Sungchan in defeat, "I already have your uncle Wooyoung for that," he added, muttering under his breath. "What's that daddy?" Sungchan asked, tilting his head as he heard his uncle Wooyoung being called.

With an awkward smile, Seonghwa decided to brush it off, acting as if he didn't even say anything.

As Sungchan took the puppy out of the bag, Seonghwa automatically inhaled sharply. The only thought in his head was how the dirty puppy is about to touch his freshly vacuumed floors.

Immediately, Seonghwa reached forward to grab the puppy in his arms, standing up as his son whined for his dad to give him back the puppy.

"He's dirty, sweetie. Why don't we go and get him cleaned up? We can also pick up some things for him like his bed, harness, some food," he persuaded the boy.

Sungchan's eyes widened and it sparkled with giddiness, much like Seonghwa's eyes. He immediately ran to his room to put his backpack down.

When his son was out of sight, Seonghwa let out a long sigh. He lifted the puppy to his eye line, "You're one lucky little creature, you know?" he grumbled. Though a smile appeared soon on his face as he gazed at the annoyingly adorable little puppy.

Soon enough, Sungchan zoomed out of his room and ran past Seonghwa, taking his arm in his far smaller ones as he began dragging him out, "Come on, daddy! Let's go!" Sungchan urged, still trying to use what little strength he had to 'drag' his dad.

Seonghwa could only chuckle at his son's eagerness.

For some reason, he felt like he wasn't going to regret letting his son keep the puppy.

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this is so cute what the hell 💔

[11.21] dad!jongho × reader

⇀ he said it's just his overall charm as a dad. but you blamed your daughter glueing herself to him on his overall teddy bear-like aura. but really, how could you blame her for loving her dad so much?

⇁ I'm fucking blaming @paralumanniluna for feeding this scenario in my head

The morning was never rowdy in your house. Your husband, bless his soul and genes, would more often than not wake up before you. He would usually go for a quick run just to make sure he's always moving and not stuck in the studio or his home office. His idol life demanded him to be an early riser and it stuck to him.

Which is actually a good thing. Most of your friends complained how their husbands or boyfriends rarely help with their children when they woke up at ungodly hours. But not Jongho. You're 76% sure that most of the time he went out to calm his crying daughter, he was in his sleepwalking state. Though you really couldn't care less when every time he went out to calm the baby, she'd quiet down within seconds. Which was why you never ferberized her. Or more like you couldn't since Jongho's body's on autopilot when he hears his daughter cry.

They created a very deep bond which was quite surprising as most people thought that Jongho would've been awkward with kids.

It wasn't even surprising when you walked out of your shared room to see Gaho watching tv as she sat on his dad's back while he's doing push-ups.

You walked over to them and scooped Gaho into your arms, making her squeal and giggle loudly at the surprise, "Good morning, my little princess," you greeted her whilst peppering her tiny face with kisses.

"Good morning, too, mama!" she greeted back, squishing your cheeks in her hands as she peppered kisses on your face, reciprocating your action.

Jongho stood up from his previous workout stance to peck your lips, "Morning, love. Slept well?" he asked. You hummed, smiling at his kiss and nodded, "Best sleep yet," you answered.

Gaho spoke up, cutting your conversation with Jongho, "Mommy, I want pancakes," she pouted. Her lips jutted out much like her father's and it made you squeal at just how adorable she was.

"You want pancakes, honey?" you walked to the kitchen with her in your arms, "what do you want on your pancakes?" you asked her. The little girl pursed her lips, thinking hard. That was until she turned around to look at Jongho who was trailing behind the two of you, "What do daddy want?" she asked him instead.

Jongho chuckled and reached to pat her head, "Daddy wants whatever princess wants, so what does daddy's little princess want?" he asked her back. She jutted her bottom lip out because her question was left unanswered, "I dunno'," she muttered, burying her tiny face on your shoulder, making you chuckle.

"How 'bout we do the usual berries and whipped cream? Sounds good?" you asked her. At the mention of fruit, her eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly, "I help!" she exclaimed, wiggling her body so you'd let her back on the ground.

You began taking the ingredients out, Gaho helping you as soon as her daddy finished tying up her long hair into a ponytail. Your heart swelled as you watched her ponytail bouncing as she walked. Even as a little girl, she was adamant about helping around.

Work delegated, each of you began preparing breakfast. Since your husband couldn't really be trusted with cooking, you made him prepare the pancake batter. Gaho was sat on the kitchen stool, picking out the fruits that she wants on the pancakes and making sure each plate has the exact same amount. You, on the other hand, was the one in charge of cooking the pancake.

"Daddy," Gaho called to Jongho, pulling at his shirt sleeve, "wash," she instructed, pointing at the fruit that she had so neatly put in a bowl.

Jongho grinned down at her, patting her head, "Good job, baby," he praised the little girl.

He was about to walk away to the sink with the bowl of fruit in hand when Gaho suddenly whined out loudly, sounding as if she was on the verge of tears, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she called out, catching Jongho's attention immediately. When Jongho turned to her, she saw that she had a deep frown on her face, arms were raised up towards her daddy, and hands making little grabby gestures.

Seeing this, Jongho put the bowl in the sink and reached over to pick up his little princess, moving her to the counter next to the sink. "Stay still, okay?" he smiled at her. The girl's frown was replaced by a wide, toothy grin, much similar to her father's.

You scoffed next to Jongho, catching his attention as he washed the fruit. "She's a total daddy's girl," you muttered under your breath as you peered over at Gaho. Jongho smirked in amusement, "Is that jealousy, I hear?" to which you rolled your eyes, "Well, duh. I grew her in my stomach for nine months, I breastfed her until she was 2, and even so, she still preferred you?" You whined, slapping a perfectly cooked pancake on the plate.

Jongho cooed at you, moving to wrap his arms around your waist, "Then, should we create another one that would prefer you compared to me?" he whispered to your ear directly, making you blush hard.

But before you could answer him, Gaho had once again cried out for her daddy. You playfully glared at her, pushing Jongho off of you, "Go tend to your daughter," you grumbled out.

Jongho could only chuckle at your response, pecking your cheek before moving to his awaiting daughter who was making grabby arms to Jongho.

Soon enough you all were seated on the dining table, Jongho at the head of the table with Gaho on his right and you on Gaho's other side. She looked extremely satisfied on her high chair, being doted on by her mom and dad, absolutely gleaming.

"Baby, you gotta chew properly," Jongho cringed as Gaho giggled, letting out small bits of barely chewed pancake and fruit drenched in maple syrup out of her mouth. "You're a messy baby, aren't you?" you chuckled as you reached forward to clean the bits and pieces of food from her mouth.

"Mommy! Kisses!" she puckered out her lips and before you could realize it, she had pressed a sticky kiss onto your cheek, making you yelp in surprise. Jongho snickered at you as you tried to wipe the syrup off of your skin. You glared at him, "What are you snickering about? You're next," you smirked as you turn to Gaho, "Sweetie, don't you think daddy deserve kisses too?"

At that, Jongho's eyes widened.

Thankfully, before Gaho could smack her lips onto Jongho's cheek, the bell rang.

Jongho immediately jumped up, "Oh, look! Someone at the door!" He exclaimed.

Seeing her dad fleeing, Gaho squealed loudly. Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips immediately pulled into a frown.

Not wanting her to cry, you immediately took her off her high chair and she immediately sprinted (or at least attempted to with her waddle) to Jongho and latched onto his leg. Of course, being the strong person he is, Jongho wasn't affected. He casually walked to the front door with Gaho attached to his leg.

You couldn't do much but watch as the two of them disappeared into the hall towards the front door.

While you're jealous of their relationship, you couldn't help but be very understanding as to why Gaho is so attached to Jongho. It warmed your heart seeing them.

Maybe to aid your slight jealousy, you need to take into account Jongho's words. Maybe you need another child that would latch onto you like how Gaho latched onto Jongho.

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[10.13] prince!yeosang × reader

⇀ decorum is a must as the next ruler. but he can't help his playful side out when it's only you two. after all before you were his bethroted, you were his best friend.

The dining table, as per usual, is filled with nothing but the best food the kingdom could serve. The only sounds coming out were the sounds of utensils gently tapping the plate or glasses being put down. The whole dinner exude nothing but grace and extravagance.

How could it not ? Yeosang's parents are hosting your parents, his future in-laws. Since the beginning of the engagement, you had stayed with Yeosang in his castle. He even went as far as insisting you'd sleep in his room with him, too used to the sleepovers you both had had since you were kids.

The kings and queens were conversing among themselves, talking about plans of the upcoming wedding since the both of you are of marriage age now.

Meanwhile, you and Yeosang, who are sitting next to each other, had secretly played thumb war underneath the table as you both listen to the conversation happening. If people were paying attention to you both, they'd probably think that you're giving him a handjob.

"...at the end of June, would that be alright, sweetie?" His mom asked you just as you managed to pin Yeosang's thumb under yours, making you the winner of this round, "June wedding sounds lovely, my queen," you smiled sweetly at her in which she chuckled, "honey, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me mother?" she lightly scolded, "I'm sorry, it has yet to feel official to me,"

Once the queen turned her attention back to the others, Yeosang looked at you with a playful mocking look. You could hear him copying your words in a mocking in your head with how you spoke to the queen.

When dinner's over, Yeosang immediately excused himself and you to return to his room, "we've had quite a day of wedding planning, especially (Y/N) here, she had to oversee the floral arrangements and the florist didn't make the sample as she had hoped so they had to re-hash the whole thing again," he said.

Unsurprisingly, his parents immediately send you both to your shared room, all without forgetting to lightly scold Yeosang about not telling them about how tired you are. They adored you just as much as your parents adored Yeosang.

After bidding good night to both his parents and yours, you and Yeosang walked out of the dining room to the empty hallways that lead to your room.

As if it was rehearsed, when you're both far enough from the dining room and from prying ears and eyes, Yeosang held a hand out for you. You put a hand in his as you slip your high heels off, holding them in your hand and stepping on the cold marble floor that feels comfortably cold to your aching feet, "God, that feels so much better" you moaned while wiggling your toes to loosen them up.

Yeosang bit his bottom lip while looking at you, preventing himself from grinning too widely. You looked very adorable in his eyes, with how the night breeze sway strands of your hair to the way you seem more relaxed and like your true self. He feels proud that he's one of the few people who are able to see your true self, makes him feel special.

He reached to your hair and pulled out the pins that held them in place, making your head feels much lighter.

"God, damn it, Kang Yeosang, stop spoiling me with your sweet gestures or I might have to marry you," you smirked, reaching your own hands towards his hair to mess it up slightly. You do love how he look with his forehead exposed, but his slightly mussed up hair made him look more boyish, reminiscent to your teenage years when you and his best friend, Wooyoung, used to sneak off whenever you all can to the village to go to your favorite bakery that sell the most amazing sourdough. That is, before the governess sent the errand boys to capture you three and escort you back.

And as an ode to that memory, you and Yeosang had insisted that your wedding cake was made by the same bakery. To say that the owner was beyond shocked that two royalties knew about their small, humble bakery was an understatement. The husband almost fainted while the wife cried tears of joy.

Yeosang scrunched his face at your words, "oof, sorry love, but I'm bethroted to this one annoying little princess from the neighboring kingdom, yeah... Our wedding is this June... But I'm open on having a concubine or two, how's that?" He joked.

Even though you know he's only joking, you couldn't help but smack his arm with wide eyes, "Kang Yeosang, you ass!" you were about to stomp away from him, but he stopped you by grabbing your arm and tugged you close into his embrace, laughing at how offended you seem.

"Oh, come on, I was just joking," he pulled away a bit to see you pouting. He reached a hand to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger, "you know very well that I would never, ever, not in a million years, get a concubine after we got married," he leaned his face close to yours, until your noses touch, "you're all that I'm ever gonna need and more,"

His sweet words made you blush, it made you feel special and not just because he's talking about plans of the future, both of your futures, but he's looking at you like you're the only girl in the world.

You both nuzzle your noses lovingly for a bit, feeling safe in the same arms that always hugged you when your pet fish died or when you couldn't properly translate your french poem homework or even when you fell and scrape your palms.

He was and still is your home. The difference is now you're both in an adult, committed, loving relationship and not just the platonic relationship you previously had before it bloomed.

"And besides," Yeosang pulled away slightly, looking at you as he cup your face, "you yourself is already a handful, how the heck am I supposed to handle one more?"

That was all he said before he snatched your heels and ran away to your shared room.

For the first few seconds, you couldn't do anything, still processing his words.

Until your head finally grasp what he said. So you ran off and chase him.

"Kang Yeosang, get back here or else I'll make our marriage a living hell for you!"

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im gonna rewrite if not edit my works here, ill be back <3

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ok so i forgot tumblr existed for a hot minute