#ateez soft asks

[seonghwaddict]

23:46 — song mingi

in which your best friend is a little hard to wake up.

roommate!song mingi x fem!reader. genre. friends to lovers. fluff. timestamp. warnings. lots of kisses. wc. 1k. rating. pg-13.

lilo's notes. hiii here's a cute little mingi fic because i love him so much :3

listening to. you're mine, you!, chet baker

masterlist.

a quiet chuckle leaves your lips as you walk into the living room, finding your roommate fast asleep on the couch. mingi snored softly, sprawled out with his black playstation controler dangling from his hand for dear life.

you just wanted to grab a snack from the kitchen, but instead you made a detour to crouch beside the couch and take the controler from his hand as gently as you could. not that taking it from him forcefully would’ve made any difference; he could sleep through a category five hurricane. once you set the controller on the small coffee table, you reached for the glasses that squished against his nose.

he didn’t stir as you nudged his shoulder gently. at first you felt bad about having to wake him, but the distinct memories of him whining about his shoulder hurting after sleeping on the couch flashed through your mind.

“mingi…” you whispered softly, nudging him again, “mingi, wake up.”

after the third nudge he muttered something, though you could quite tell what. with your hand resting on his should as he pushed his face further into the pillow beneath his head, you sighed and moved to get up. but before you could register it, a hand wrapped around your write and pulled you down on the couch, legs tangling with yours and his other hand keeping you close by the small of your back.

you held your breath as he began moving you, practically trapping you beneath his large body as he drags himself halfway on top of you, one leg slotted between yours. his short, washed-out pink hair tickled your cheek as he lifted his head to look at you. you would’ve laughed at the tired expression of his face, all pouting lips and squinting eyes.

“i tried to wake you.” your voice came out a lot higher than you intended, not realising you almost felt flustered at your current position.

his eyes fluttered shut again and he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, making you tense for a moment before relaxing. his voice gravelly in his newly awake state, he spoke against the soft skin of your neck, “why”

“you always complain about your neck hurting when you sleep on the couch, i was trying to get you to move and sleep in your bed but you wouldn’t wake up.”

your answer has him humming understandingly, nuzzling his face further into your neck. your best friend was usually quite affectionate, however, this felt different from the more common cuddles during movie nights or occasional hand holding. you chalked it up to him not being fully awake, mind still hazy from his nap. at least until you felt the first of his kisses along your neck. they were so soft they were easy to miss, yet still the unmistakable brush of his lips that you sometimes found yourself wanting to feel against yours.

still, you didn’t protest, tentatively moving one of your hands up to brush through the hair at the nape of his neck. this only encouraged him, another hum vibrating against your skin. a soft sigh slipped passed your lips as his large hand moved to the small of your back to your waist, thumb carressing you through your flimsy white tanktop. with his body pressed against yours and his lips kissing anywhere he could reach comfortably, you relaxed, letting yourself lean your head back against the plush sofa.

“mingi,” you finally pulled yourself together to ask, “what are you doing?”

“just… just holding you,” he muttered against you. his kisses were tender and didn’t hold any sense of urgency, lazy presses against your pulse. “you feel nice, you smell nice, and you’re so warm. let me just hold you for a bit, please?”

it almost sounded like he was pleading when he asked you to let him do so and you found it hard to say no. in general, you found it hard to say no to anything he asked. so, you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper and making him lift his head to look down at you. moments turned into seconds which turned into minutes as your surroundings blurred and all you could think of was the tender look in his eyes as he leaned forward. he paused, waiting to see if you’d tell him to stop, but at the sight of the slightest of nods he couldn’t hold himself back from brushing his lips against yours. his hand on your waist tightened for a second as he pulled away, holding himself up with his other hand, forearm supporting him as his face hovered above yours.

he took in the sight of you beneath him, gaze flickering all over your face as he tried to memorise the sparkling look of your round eyes and your tiny puffs of air. there’s a smile tugging at his plush lips, barely noticeable but enough to make your cheeks warm even more. and when he spoke, his voice was no longer rough with sleep, but a gentle whisper only for you to hear.

“please tell me this isn’t a dream.”

you almost laughed at the endearing question but opted to smile instead, your hands cupping his cheeks. “no, this isn’t dream.”

“good,” he spoke through a sigh, sounding oh so content, “you’re just so pretty.”

a comfortable silence washed over you as he lowered himself to press another kiss against your lips. this time he let himself stay longer, he found the taste of your lips addicting, getting lost in the way they feel against his tongue as he swiped it along your bottom lip. when you parted for air, he rested his forehead against yous, breath mingling. the rest of the night was spent through lazy kisses and loving words that left you confused at the relationship you shared with him. but before you could ask about it, you had both fallen asleep, wrapped in each others arms on the couch you had tried so hard to get him off of.

networks. @cromernet @wonderlandnet

taglist. @ad0rechuu @sankatchu @mlink64 @yeosangsbb @seonghwasbbgirl @likexaxdaydream @dreamingofyeo

[atinycafe]

[11:37AM] "Hit those pads a bit harder, babe," Yunho says, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as your fists, bare and determined, connect with the pads. You dance on your toes, delivering a punch that goes beyond the target, hitting his chest purposefully. You try to pull back, but he playfully holds you in place. "Okay, I'm done playing," you complain, your voice muffled against the black fabric of his compressed shirt. Your boyfriend, a boxer, occasionally brings you to his gym sessions, but today's invitation was for you to take a swing. You expected his usual sweetness, but he's strangely serious. "Come on, tiny, you've got more in you," he teases, but you vigorously shake your head, exhausted and just wanting to lie down. You surrender, collapsing into his arms, making him lift you effortlessly. "Nooooooo," you protest as he drags you towards a nearby bench, kicking and pushing the air dramatically like the playful brat you are. "You're such a kid," he chuckles, settling you down, you continuing your little protest until he shushes you down with his kisses.

[09:56PM] "Just like that baby, a bit tighter," Yunho whispers near your ear, peering down at the bandage wrapping around his knuckles. You smoothly loop it around each of his lengthy fingers, tucking the end neatly beneath a fold. His hand slips out of your grasp, fingers curling and unfurling as he tests the snugness. With a serious gaze, he evaluates the feel. Anticipation lingers as you hope you've done it right. His eyes lock onto yours, a smile finally breaking across his face. The hand he'd been testing finds its place on your head, a gentle pat following. "You did good." Leaning down, he plants a tender kiss on your lips, silently expressing gratitude.

[02:09AM] "Why the tears? I won," he chuckles, playfully swiping at your tear-streaked cheeks, his large hand almost covering your face. Your sobs intensify as you notice his left eye, swollen and not crinkling like the other when he grins. He stifles another laugh. "'S not funny, your face's all fucked up!" you stammer through tears, wiping away the droplet of blood from his cut eyebrow. "You should see the other guy," he boasts, puffing out his chest, proud of his victory despite the bruises—turns out, the other guy got the worse end, a full-on knockout. Yet, he's still hurting, and you can't stand seeing him like this. "Shut up," you retort, clamping down on your lip as you give his shoulder a playful punch, eliciting a soft whine. Quickly, you grasp the spot you hit, worried you might have accidentally targeted a bruise. Pushing his shirt down to inspect, Yunho only pulls you closer. "Gotcha"

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Since it's our baby Hwa's birthday! Could you do a timestamp of him getting all excited cause the reader bought him a new lego set he's been wanting for ages? ♡♡♡

10:04 AM: sfw, fluff, just adorable cuteness

'Hey, baby' You lightly tiptoed into the living room with a wrapped birthday present behind your back, a Cheshire Cat grin plastered all over your face.

Seonghwa beamed up at you as he was finishing the last of his birthday cake.

'Hey...what are you hiding there?' He asked quizzically.

You feigned a look of surprise as you slowly removed the present from behind your back, already noticing Seonghwa's excitement at the glossy, chrome silver wrapping paper.

'It's just one last birthday present, it's a really special one so I wanted to save it until the end of the day'.

You sat on the couch next to him as he eagerly and carefully removed the bow from the present, gently tearing at the corners.

'I love the paper, I'm going to keep it, how did you know silver is my favourite colour?'

His round, boba eyes sparkled in glee as he looked down at the new piece of Lego, he had been hinting (quite obviously) for DAYS.

'You got it!!! I have been waiting for this!!' His eyes misted with tears and his voice cracked slightly, placing the Lego on the table in front of him.

He cupped his hands around your face and leaned in to give you a chaste but loving kiss, his thumb stroking your cheekbone as he pulled away, bowing his forehead to yours.

'My precious, little star. This is the best birthday ever'

[itsimaginetime]

Hello hello hi , it's been some time 😊

I'm alive , I'm well and just trynna relax after experiencing my first year of uni. It was a relatively hectic and stressful year but I made it out alright so that's good.

So since I'm more active now , please send me some soft and/or hard Ateez asks so that we can all simp collectively, thank you 💗 (preferably sub!ateez, but I don't mind the occasional dom!ateez ask)

[lestrange-or-xuxu]

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[sanjoongie]

Ateez as Fallen Angels~ Pt. 1

ღPairing: Choi San x Reader, Park Seonghwa x Reader, Kim Hongjoong x Reader, Kang Yeosang x Reader ღGenre: Fallen Angel au ღWord Count: 1,490 ღWarnings:  blood, death, violence, rough sex, corruption, guilt, degradation, choking, denied orgasm, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, ღRated: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot

ღSummary: in which ateez leave heaven for you, some with a bang and others with a whimper

ღDedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland just your average vending machine putting out aus for you two because you always inspire me in the best ways :’)

Part Two ↭ Yunho & Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho

Choi San, Car Crash

How could you not be in awe of the man in the white, silk suit walking towards you? He walked as if he was a large cat stalking its prey. Your view was obscured as you were hanging upside down in your car, your seat belt trapping you in your place. You weren't sure why there was a man in a suit walking towards you after you crashed your car but maybe that was the concussion speaking.

He pushed his hands through his hair and suddenly wings bloomed from his back, glorious white wings and then it hit you: was this man your guardian angel?

He pulled you from the crash and cradled you in his arms, smiling down at you. He trailed his fingers down the side of your face and you winced when they came back red. "You humans are so beautiful when you bleed," he hummed and you couldn't have been more entranced.

"Am I dead?" You wondered, unsure how this entire scene was even playing out right now. It felt like a fever dream. "Are you taking me to heaven?"

The angel let out a laugh that was high pitched and sprinkled with glee. "No, we're not going to heaven. In fact, you're going to help me get to hell."

Your car blew up in a dramatic flash of flames and a loud boom. And it was there that the angel whispered to you his true name as he kissed every inch of your skin, paying special attention to your wounds. It was there, as the fire painted his high cheekbones, that he sunk deep inside of you with a groan that echoed off of the twisted metal of your car. It was there that you witnessed a pure black feather fall from his wings. Your hand grasped around the feather but it had burned to ashes by the time your fingers closed around it.

"So fucking good!" San moaned, thrusting into you as if it wasn't his first time fucking, eyes closed and head thrown back.

"You're so beautiful," You say in a trance.

San focuses his dark gaze on you. His grin is crooked and full of sin. "Let's set the world on fire."

Park Seonghwa, Dark Angel

There was no coming back once Seonghwa discovered how fucking great it was to be a human. His wings didn’t even make it a week before they were long gone, the feathers shedding like they were dying to escape his corrupt body. Seonghwa didn’t care, he was too busy exploring every sin imaginable. 

Bodies littered the floor behind you two, as Seonghwa fucked you from behind in front of the floor to ceiling windows. He had killed whoever opposed him entering the luxury loft and he had relished in it. Blood splattered his face and chest and he was currently licking the blood of his fingers where he had pulled someone’s heart out. That didn’t stop him from fucking you raw, however.

"Fuck you real good, don't I, lover?" Seonghwa said, painting blood smears over your neck as he brought you flush with his chest.

"Seonghwa," You choked, part from how hard he was fucking you and part from his fingers around your neck.

"Such a dirty slut, tempting me from Heaven for this sweet pussy of yours," Seonghwa continues to spew garbage from his lips, "You'll take anything I give you, right?"

"Fuck me," You whine, each stroke of his cock inside of you bringing you one step closer to a heaven of your making.

"Gonna come for me, whore? Gonna squeeze me for everything I'm worth and beg for more?" Seonghwa slapped one of your breasts and you moaned wantonly.

"Please, please, please," You gasp.

Seonghwa pushes you off of him right before you can reach climax and you have no choice but to cling to the window to brace your fall. He fists himself and paints your ass and back with his cum. "Fuck, why was I born an angel?"

You're desperate for a climax so you'll say anything. "Because you needed to be born with that beautiful face and body."

Seonghwa smirked, "How right you are, lover."

Kim Hongjoong, Pure Sin 

 You fuck in the soft morning light, straddling the fallen angel in your life. He was supposed to be your guardian angel but had lusted for you in ways he knew he shouldn’t have. So when he succumbed to temptation and fucked you, he had been cast from heaven forever more. The more he fucked you, the more he lost his feathers and furthermore, his wings. But he couldn't stop himself, not when your sweet body called to him the majority of the time. 

His wings were spread out off the edge of the bed as you straddled him. He was so deep inside of you that he could feel the end of you and it made him groan softly, sucking in his bottom lip. You smiled down at him, riding him at a slow pace, not eager to find your climax any time soon; not as long as he was making the desperate noises that were escaping his lips. 

“How can this be a sin when it feels so good?” Hongjoong moans, unable to keep his fingers from digging into the flesh of your ass.

You capture his lips in a gentle kiss and he eats yours up eagerly. Everything is new to him and he’s always looking to experience it again and again. All you want to do is be everything for Hongjoong. He did, after all, cast aside Heaven for you. 

“Let’s come, Joongie,” You encourage him and speed up your pace.

The whimpers and whines that leave him are enough to make you even more wet than you already are. Your climax wracks through you, so fucking good that your toes point but you don’t dare throw your head back in case you miss Hongjoong coming for only the fourth time in his life. 

The biggest, fattest tears start falling down the planes of his cheeks and you know that Hongjoong is coming. His nose scrunches up and he sighs and then the sobs begin. You can feel him coming inside of you, hot spurts of his cum seemingly endless. 

“Feels so good,” Hongjoong hiccups and you kiss his cheeks to reward him.

An errant feather falls to the floor and you mourn the loss of even that in your heart. You don’t mention it and you can only imagine that Hongjoong feels each feather leaving his wings. But with the vision that he is, hair surrounding him and the smile of happiness on his features, the guilt of tempting him leaves. He’s happy with you and that’s all that matters.

Kang Yeosang, Unholier than thou

Yeosang didn't want to fall in love with a human. He laughed at their attempts to find happiness and love and fulfillment. Even if they managed to get to heaven, they'd never be an angel; they'd never know what true divinity was like.

But then he saw you. Your clumsy, awkward cute self who danced to songs in her underwear and cried during movie character deaths. He cast aside his immortal coil for you, all to be in this position right now.

He fucked you from behind, fingers dug into your hips, crying out at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him. He shouldn't be a face down, ass up kinda guy but it was the slope of your back that made his eyes roll into the back of his head. He shouldn't be on his third round, insatiable for your whines. He shouldn't be crying as he comes, phantom feelings of losing his wings for the chance that you might fall in love with him. But he does.

"Yeosang," You pant, stray hairs clinging to your face and neck. "Please. I can't."

Yeosang flips you onto your back and gets hard at the view of how tired you look. He settles between your legs and lays against you, the smell of sex suffocating you both. He slips inside of you, your pussy swollen with his seed and your wetness. And he whispers into your ear, "Yes you can. You've got another round in you, right? You can take me one more time, sweetheart. I've got to catch up on my experience with you."

You groan and spread your legs so Yeosang get thrust into you for the third time, his fingers having brought you the first time, of course. "Yeosang." You bite down on your lip and Yeosang swears his name has never sounded sweeter than coming from your lips.

You become unintelligible, noises only leaving your lungs as his thrusts fuck up in your pussy. Yeosang grunts but his efforts are tireless because his love for you is endless. Yeosang, you see, doesn't believe that he left heaven for you. Because surely this is heaven.

Part Two ↭ Yunho & Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho

[lili-soon]

Line, pode fazer wallpapers do mingi nesse estilo?

Aqui anjo 😊 espero que goste 😸💞

[soobberries]

mingi x reader, where reader is a super famous actress who is known to be an atiny. but mingi is a fanbiy as well.

> how would mingi ask her out?

> how will people react?

Ah I love this!

fanboy!Mingi is the most endearing idea to me lol.

when I got this ask I was having a creative slump but since the comeback I have been INSPIRED!

[This has been written in the third person for convenience and the reader goes by she/her. Let me know if you'd prefer it in second!]

Also, it was inspire by this tiktok of kwak dongyeon and kim sohyun.

so instead of answering it straight up, I'm going to set the scene:

Y/n has never shied away from admitting to being an atiny, mainly through vouching for or promoting ateez when she's doing lives or just posting on socials. She has always made an effort to acknowledge their comebacks and other performances. It almost became an ongoing joke between her and her own fans and some fellow atinys about how she was so dedicated and wished for them to 'notice' her. It got out of hand to the point that interviewers and journalists would bring up the topic and jest about it all, some going as far as asking her who her favorite was and how she got into them.

Unbeknownst to her as well as her fans, she's been noticed by ateez for a long, long time, specifically by Mingi. Nobody really knew about his tiny obsession with her, until he slipped up one day on b.stage, telling the fans to go watch the series she was acting in. There was only mild praise about her performance, masking the post as a promotion for the series more than her.

Fans already began to stir, and y/n of course, couldn't help but find out about this small recommendation, but she played it cool, merely stating that she was 'honored' to have such an opportunity to be mentioned by the people she respected and thought so highly of.

Fans adored the small interaction, her fans, in particular, cheering her on and congratulating her.

Seeing the reaction, Mingi was already losing his shit, not realizing that she would get wind of the news so quickly. Oddly enough, it only spurred him on against his better judgment to then make yet another post about another series she happened to act in, now being more brazen about his affinity towards her, adding screenshots or photos of her, leaving comments like "so pretty," "wow" "she acts so well ㅜㅜ".

Fans immediately began to investigate (read: interrogate) Mingi, asking him if he liked her or if she was his celebrity crush and such. To fans' concern, y/n went more radio silent about the whole thing, opting to only speak about promotional or professional things, avoiding ateez as a topic of conversation as best as she can.

While it was her manager who warned against making too many comments, she was also going through some sort of euphoric high that she didn't want to let out in case it scared ateez away. Was that a rational concept? no. Will she still avoid speaking of ateez in fear of being 'unprofessional' and over-rambling or fangirling a bit 'too much' over Mingi? yes.

This is the first time it was truly her moment to shine. She may have had a lead role before, but this was different. This was cute, hot, talented Mingi from Ateez acknowledging and complimenting her out in the open even though that could totally be a risk to his career. The stakes were high! (not really, but hey, she was an actress for a reason - the natural drama).

It was just a matter of contacting him...but how? It was difficult not to overthink how to go about this matter. She could just contact him through social media but, ateez share their sns. She could try and approach him at award shows but the chances of even being at the same one are low.

Good thing she didn't have to do much before the perfect opportunity presented itself right at her doorstep in the form of a phone call from a variety show mc with whom she once worked.

They apparently phoned with the intention of letting Mingi say hi to her (later revealed on the aired episode, his presumed crush). He and who she assumed to be some other hosts were snickering as Mingi timidly said a hello, asking how she was and wishing her well.

It was painfully strange to hear what was occurring on the other side of the call, an overall ruckus, alongside squeals and mumbles, some that definitely sounded like Mingi when the MC was asking her permission to give Mingi her number, to which of course she wouldn't dare deny.

There were a few days that went by, making her nervous about the whole ordeal; wondering if they ever did give Mingi her number or if he even planned to text her.

But one magnificent notification later, she was delightfully greeted by an awkward text.

Mingi had been a nervous wreck since the show. Not only was he nervous for it to air in the first place, but having the hosts put him on the spot like that was a seriously anxiety-provoking experience, and one he thoroughly hopes he never has to go through again.

However, he did have Y/n's contact name staring right back at him so perhaps it was worth the pain he went through. He also had his members to ease his mind and cheer him on after going on the show and at the time, Yunho's presence beside him made the promotion a bit more worthwhile.

Wooyoung and San were chiding him for not immediately texting Y/n when the opportunity presented itself, but he waved them off, saying he'd do it, only to stare at the blaring light of his phone screen in defeat throughout his days. Typing and backspacing his life away.

He sent the text,

"Hello, this is Ateez Song Mingi"

and proceeded to throw the phone on his bed aggressively, mentally punching himself, instantly regretting his whole entire life.

Luckily, it only made Y/n giggle, feeling too giddy to even conceptualize the extent of the awkwardness in the text.

She replied simply, attempting to make small conversation, as she kicked her feet, shoving her head into a pillow, trying to regulate this rush of energy she was feeling.

Meanwhile, he was grabbing his phone like a lifeline, holding it far too close to his face and trembling mildly while typing back.

The slight tension that came with learning and speaking to a new person floated away steadily over the next few days as they continued to text non-stop, peeling down barriers and steadily changing the relationship. It no longer was able to be classified as a simple acquaintanceship and parasocial crush.

After some discussion with members and friends, Mingi realized he needed to meet Y/n in person, no longer satisfied with the little talking they were able to do.

He wanted to be simple in his approach, as to keep everything pressureless and comfortable. So, taking a huge inhale of courage after a few weeks of texting, he dialed your number. He took every preventative measure he could, ensuring that Y/n was not on a schedule and realistically free during this time.

Hearing his voice over the phone was very different from the first time she heard his voice. The first time was rushed, and noise pollution made it a bit hard to think straight, but this time was different. This time she could appreciate the deepness of his voice. How smooth it is when he sounds confident and sure, even with that slight stutter which gave his nervous disposition away, it was something she wouldn't mind becoming more familiar with.

"I was wondering if we could have a meal sometime? uh, soon, while we have free schedules-" "Yeah, it would be great to officially meet you!" "Does tomorrow sound alright?" "Sure! We can decide where we eat tomorrow," "Great, it's a date."

the end lol.

He would have his moments where he has some rizz so I had to add that little line at the end ya know?

Let's not lie, people would be ecstatic about the interactions initially, especially some solid fans, but there would be extreme backlash after maybe the second encounter. The first time you go on a date with Mingi could be overlooked, but if it becomes consistent, it could cause quite the stir for better or for worse.

Personally, most atiny I have encountered are chill, so perhaps the backlash wouldn't be as strong, but there definitely will be some sort of it, because that's the unfortunate reality that follows being in the public eye as well as having a job that requires you to sell dreams and be the 'unattainable attainable'

So that's just my take!

[minisugakoobies]

And yes his nails are PAINTED too

He is so fucking FINE. When I say I'm biting my fist, I'm gnawing all the way down to my wrist now 🥵

Just going to entertain myself imagining I'm the one who painted his nails. Sitting there across from him, trying not to get distracted by his pretty eyes or his sweet smile…. *sigh* 💕

[seonghwaddict]

one more minute — choi san

in which you indulge in some midnight snacks and kisses in the kitchen.

bf!choi san x fem!reader. genre. established relationship. fluff. warnings. a little, tiny make out sesh but nothing else. wc. 0.6k.

lilo's notes. i’m a little sick so updates on both the event and nsn will be a bit slow. but anyways, here’s a little san drabble i wrote at 3 am :>

listening to. rises the moon, liana flores.

masterlist.

your eyes fluttered open to be met with darkness, the first thing you noticed was the arm draped around your waist. turning your head to look behind you, you caught sight of your dear boyfriend, san, sleeping soundly, his face lit by the dim moonlight seeping in through the gaps in the curtains.

silent snores left his mouth and you smiled, wondering how on earth you were lucky enough to call this perfect man yours. but the silent moment of admiring him was ruined when your stomach grumbled quietly, reminding you what you woke up for. after taking one last look at san and pressing a light kiss to his forehead, you wiggled yourself out of his grip without waking him up and walked down to the kitchen for some food.

you grabbed a paper plate and put a slice of pizza from the night before on it, placing it in the microwave. then you grabbed a mug, filled it with water and set it next to the paper plate before closing the microwave's door, pressing some buttons and starting it up.

a familiar arm wrapped around your waist from the back as san’s other arm brushed your hair away from your neck, nuzzling his face into it as he dropped the hand to wrap it around your waist as well. he placed gentle pecks on your neck and shoulder, nudging the fabric of your neckline to the side to access as much of your soft skin as possible.

you chuckled and turned your face to the side, your eyes meeting his soft brown ones. without averting your eyes, you turned in his grip and wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug. he smelled faintly of peppermint and the shampoo you keep in your bathroom.

you pulled away from each other and he moved his fingertips under your shirt, his knuckles brushing against your sides. his touch sent sparks and goosebumps travelling through your whole body, a feeling you were well acquainted with.

“i love you," he whispered, lips brushing against yours.

you smiled, muttering a heartfelt, "i love you, too."

he leaned his face in and your lips connected in a kiss, moving in a slow and synchronised rhythm, lips slotting together like perfect puzzle pieces. instinctively, your hands travelled up and tangled themselves in his already messy chestnut locks of hair. his grip on your waist tightened, trying to close every remaining millimetre of space between your bodies.

he bit down on your bottom lip, his hands simultaneously gliding up and down your waist, fingertips brushing just beneath your breasts before dropping to your hips and squeezing twice. knowing what that meant with him, you jumped up and warped your legs around his torso, his firm hands supporting you under your thighs. as if you had done this multiple times before—which you have—he turned and set you on the empty counter behind him, standing between your legs.

you continued, your kisses turning desperate and bruising. but before he could take it any further, the microwave's timer rang and you pulled away with a mischievous smile and flushed cheeks. your boyfriend groaned as you inched your way around him and got off the counter to grab your food.

"baby," he whined, drawing out the last syllable, "just… one more minute?"

"i don't want my food to get cold," you laughed and took a bite of the pizza, a playful pout on your lips. "you’re very needy when you're tired."

"at least give me some of the pizza?"

you considered it for a moment before turning and walking to the living room with a broad grin. "i’m not your mom, you can get it yourself, love," you called over her shoulder, resisting the urge to giggly at his dumbfounded expression.

networks. @cromernet @blankjournal

taglist. @ad0rechuu @sankatchu

[atinycafe]

You're running as fast as you can, feeling your heart pound in your chest. But no matter how hard you try, it's like your lungs just can't grab enough air. You're on the verge of collapsing, but you fight against it because you know that if you do, the creature chasing you will catch up. You try to move quietly, not wanting to draw any more attention from the zombies, the one trailing behind you is more than enough to handle.

You swiftly dart into an alley, the chill hitting you as you slide under a beat-up Ford, hoping the zombie isn't clever enough to figure out how to wriggle in and grab you. With your palms pressed against your mouth, you stifle your sobs, stealing glances as the zombie's body lunges violently at the car, its desperate cries and growls piercing the air as it searches for you.

You remain there, tears streaming down the sides of your temples, praying that it doesn't locate you. It feels like hours, but it's probably only been a few minutes, before the creature loses interest and sets off to hunt down another victim elsewhere.

You shut your eyes, allowing the tears to trickle down your cheeks, relishing this brief respite. You know better than to venture out of your hiding spot now; it would be a foolish move. The zombie might still be lurking nearby, and you're utterly spent, devoid of the energy to flee once more. Your legs feel distant, except for the persistent throbbing in your thighs. Glancing to the side, you catch sight of a distant silhouette at the mouth of the alley. Your lip quivers as you pray it's not another monster. You focus on steadying your breath, doing your utmost not to draw any attention, until the walkie-talkie strapped to your waist crackles to life, Wooyoung's voice inquiring about your whereabouts and whether you were able to secure the meds you sought.

Frantically, you fumble with the device, attempting to silence it, smash it, anything to no avail, as the zombie has already caught wind of the noise. A searing shriek escapes you as it homes in on your position with alarming speed. Fear overwhelms you, making it impossible to stifle your cries as you try to scramble away from the relentless advance of the oncoming undead.

You cry as you try to move but the zombie is already there, having ran so fast, it fell, which conveniently helped it get to you easier. You struggle against the relentless grip of the zombie, which had managed to reach you despite its fall. A piercing shriek escapes your lips as its bloodied hand seizes your boot, refusing to release its hold, overpowering your feeble attempts to break free. The creature's ghastly appearance sends shivers down your spine, its face a distorted mask of veins snaking through its cheeks to its pitch-black eyes. Smudges of blood and shreds of flesh cling to its decaying teeth, intensifying the nausea already roiling within you.

With a horrifying tug, it secures its grip on your ankle, your skin brushing against its own causing you to cry out even louder, the mere thought of a scratch sealing your fate—infected. The monster echoes your cries with its own guttural growls, hauling you closer with an inhuman force. You resign yourself to the belief that this is the end, that you will meet your demise here. It's over. You're dead.

Yet, just as despair settles in, something yanks the zombie by its legs, pulling it out from beneath the car. In a fleeting moment, you witness a knife thrusting into the creature's skull.

Through your tear-blurred vision, you spot Wooyoung kneeling before you, frantically scanning beneath the car, his disheveled appearance adding an unexpected allure. Specks of blood dot his face, his tousled hair falling across his eyes, a glistening sheen of sweat adorning his flushed cheeks. You sob uncontrollably as he tugs you into his embrace, pulling you out from your hiding place.

As you collapse into his lap, your tears dampening the nape of his neck, he holds you tightly, his broad palm cradling your head, drawing you nearer to him, while his other arm encircles your waist. He sways gently, murmuring reassurances about how you're okay and safe, about how he's not going to let anything hurt you, about how he's sorry, about how he should've been next to you and vows to never leave your side again.

His whispered words of comfort soothe your racing heart, calming the storm within you as you cling to him, finding solace in the warmth of his embrace, the assurance of his protective presence.

He eases you back slightly, his gaze fixated on your face as his hands tenderly sweep away the disheveled strands, tucking them behind your ears to better take in your features. Lowering his head to yours, his forehead presses gently against yours, your breaths mingling in the stillness, the world around you fading into the background as you share a moment of intimacy amidst the desolation of the city.

Guiding your chin with a gentle touch, he guides your lips to meet his in a languid kiss, his tongue delicately tracing the outline of your chapped lips, coaxing you to open them. You allow his tongue to slip past, a gentle dance commencing as it caresses yours, each movement tender and deliberate, creating a rhythm that speaks of both longing and relief. This delicate exchange continues, a cherished connection that speaks volumes in its simplicity and depth.

As you both part, Wooyoung helps you to your feet, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before leading you deeper into the city, glock in hand, toward the refuge of a random apartment, your own little sanctuary.

"Let's go pretty girl, I found some canned peaches, we're gonna eat good tonight"

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Hello! Could you write a drabble of Seonghwa who has feelings for you (in his own way confessing his feelings and love) and your feelings to him are reciprocated while he keeps you safe (and maybe calling him your home if that makes sense)? I don't mind you using any terms of endearment.

21:49 PM: Ahh! I'm going to take a chance and try something different.

'Why was it never me!'

You pushed against Seonghwa's shoulders, tears rolling down your face.

You were tired of playing the role of the quirky girl who pines for their player friend, him fixated on the attention of others while never noticing the attention you gave to him.

Seonghwa's face was a blur between the haze of tears, your voice cracked with pent-up sadness and anguish.

'You've fucked so many people, why did you never want to fuck me?'

Seonghwa just stared at you, concern and shock evident in his furrowed brow and his wide eyes.

'What is it about others that I don't have?' You sobbed, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your jacket.

You've already stomped on your pride, may as well shatter it too.

Seonghwa winced at your cries, tentatively reaching out to rub your shoulders.

You brushed his hand away and turned around, you couldn't see his face, you knew he was going to reject you but you had enough.

'Sometimes you were the only one who could help me feel safe' you shakily let a breath out 'my house never felt like a home but you always did' you sniffled, shoulders shaking.

'I just wish you could see me how I see you'

You felt your shoulders being gently rubbed and a soft murmur behind you.

'I do see you that way though, precious' Seonghwa lightly stroked the back of your head, tucking your hair behind your ear.

'I just thought I couldn't give you what you deserved. I didn't know what to do' You could hear Seonghwa's breath hitch as he softly stroked up your sides.

'But I know what I want now.'

'And I want to be with you'

[kitten4sannie]

the vampteez agenda is holding strong ✨️

vampteez is good but ROYAL vampteez? ooh i can imagine them as 8 kings that rules over different aspects of a kingdom :0 but what's a king without his queen? each king coming together to find their beloved and marry them;; bro imagine them trying to court you as a joint effort.. y/n would be so spoiled and well, treated like a queen <3

ROYAL vampteez you say? 👀👀 you elevated it to another level and im here for it ✨ “but what’s a king without his queen?” idkw but that made my heart flutter a little bit ;; and i just know it’s be so chaotic but in the best way 😩 and i can imagine that they’d all get so frustrated having to deal with each other’s opposing ideas about how to rule and just dealing with the general chaos of it all so they would need an outsider’s help — and who’d be more fit for that than y/n, who’s headstrong and secure in their beliefs? they already serve the eight vampiric rulers as one of their kingdom’s advisors, so why not bring them into it — but at a more personal level?

here’s some fluff 💕

but i can picture that they’d all try to woo you individually at first, then in pairs, and at the very end they’d all be hovering over you. seonghwa would pull you aside and bring your hand up to his mouth to kiss, asking sweetly, “have you made a decision, my dear? we don’t mean to pressure you, but we think you’re a perfect fit for us.” yeosang would take your other hand and do the same, though his intense gaze would never leave yours, his lips moving against your knuckle to murmur, “we will treat you with the upmost care, darling, like the treasure you are.” hongjoong would touch your shoulder, his ringed fingers ghosting down your arm, his eyes practically sparkling, adding, “our treasure.” wooyoung would hug you from behind, nuzzling your neck and humming against your skin, furthering their attempt to convince you, “please, give us a chance. we’ll give you so much love, especially me.” san would hug you gently from the other side, and coo into your ear, his cold breath hitting your skin, “please be our queen, beautiful. we’ll take very good care of you. I promise.” jongho would simply take your hand in his and hold it, giving you the softest, most heartfelt smile imaginable, not even having to say anything for you to feel his warmth and promises of affection. yunho would pull you from the others to give you some room to breathe. he would rub your shoulders, wanting to comfort you, saying, “i promise it won’t be like this all the time with us, doll. we’ll give you your space whenever you need it.” mingi would pet your head and stroke your hair for a moment, leaning down for you to hear him say in deep, but gentle voice, “we’re all very infatuated with you, so please…think about it.” of course you had made your decision quite a while ago — from the start of it all, actually. and once you told them your choice they all took turns showing their excitement and appreciation, but most of all, the great deal of love they had for you.

[helfan]

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[lestrange-or-xuxu]

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[lili-soon]

Uma pessoa me pediu wallpapers do mingi do ateez e sem querer acabei apagando a resposta. Por isso estou postando os wallpapers de novo! 😊

O segundo wallpaper foi inspirado em um dos wallpapers da conta @cisnie