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Stan list: Ateez, BtoB, BND, EXO, iKON, ITZY, IVE, KARD, Kiss Of Life, Mamamoo, NCT, NewJeans, P1Harmony, Red Velvet, Riize, Seventeen, SHINee, SNSD, The Boyz, TXT, Twice, XG, Xikers.
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MASTERLIST + BLOG TAGS + TAGLIST + RULES UNDER THE CUT
MASTERLIST [4 works]
LIME SORBET — reader finally comes back to s. korea as she finished her training in los angeles, ready to debut as a solo artist under kq ent! exciting right? well her sunbaes seem to like that idea too. [alpha!ateez x omega!idol!reader]
BENEATH THE SURFACE — mermaid!reader literally gets robbed by ateez and then falls in love w them after like they didn't just steal from her?? [pirate!ateez x mermaid!reader]
APOCALYPTIC AMOUR — a tight-knit friend group's carefree days turn into a fight for survival as they navigate a zombie apocalypse [ot8!ateez x fem!reader]
COMMON MASTERLIST — all of my ateez scenarios
BLOG TAGS [15 tags]
#lime sorbet : only and all the chapters of the lime sorbet fic
#beneath the surface : only and all the chapters of the beneath the surface fic
#apocalyptic amour : only and all the chapters of the apocalyptic amour fic
#limesorbet.asks : any inquiries or questions related to the aforementioned fic
#beneaththesurface.asks : any inquiries or questions related to the aforementioned fic
#apocalypticamour.asks : any inquiries or questions related to the aforementioned fic
#sade.speaks : not related to any fic, just my thoughts.
#sade.requests : requested prompts
#masterlist : all my masterlists will be present under this tag.
TAGLIST HERE RULES HERE (please read my rules before requesting!)
hey cutie !!! i know you’re not as active on tumblr anymore (and me too tbh) but js letting you know that i hope you’re doing well and youre still my fav moot <3 miss seeing your works on my timeline <3<3
hii babe omg!!! it’s been sooo longgg (╥﹏╥) i feel like i haven’t seen you around in foreverrr. how have you been?? like genuinely, how’s life treating you lately?? i hope you’ve been taking care of yourself and that things have been kinda chill (or at least manageable lol).
as for meee… yeahhh i’ve definitely been super inactive. not intentionally or anything, i just slowly started drifting away from kpop. like one minute i was still watching random fancams and edits at 2am and then suddenly it all just… felt kinda meh?? and the more i sat with it, the more i realized i just wasn’t feeling connected to it anymore.
i think a lot of it has to do with how loud the misogyny/racism in south korea’s been getting. like yeah, it’s always been there, but lately it’s been so in-your-face and honestly hard to look past. and it’s not just the industry either—sometimes even the fans reinforce it, and it makes the whole space feel really off.
and idk, after a while it just stopped being fun to engage with all that. i still love some of the music and artists, but i don’t feel that same spark anymore, y’know?
so yeah, i’ve just been quietly slipping away from it all. not in a dramatic “i’m leaving!!” way lol, just... slowly outgrowing it. but i’ll always be soft for the memories and the mutuals i met through it — like you ♡ it was still always nice seeing you on my tl (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)
i hope the victim gets the justice they deserve and are surrounded by people who can support them. i’m genuinely horrified and i hope they’re resting okay. if anyone is at all concerned by the themes of the incident, my dms are always open! pls stand with the victim before you complain ab taeil leaving the group, yes ofc it’s upsetting, but this is something far serious and beyond just a “kpop scandal”. this is a crime and he’s being held under law.
Shout out to all the fanfic writers who intentionally write for POC. As a black girl it’s only been within the last year or so I’ve felt included, as a reader, on this app and other fanfic apps. Love y’all for what you do and your dedication to the craft.
"Let's go pretty girl, I found some canned peaches, we're gonna eat good tonight"
The sound of footsteps echoed through the ruined streets of the city, broken by the occasional shriek and howl of the undead as they roamed aimlessly. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie orange glow on everything it touched, highlighting the dust that had collected.
You nod silently, allowing Wooyoung to lead you back into the zombie-infested city, your heart still pounding in your chest from the encounter. His words offer a small distraction, and you cling to them as you follow him, taking comfort in his presence.
As you walk, Wooyoung keeps a watchful eye around him, glock in hand, ready to defend at a moment's notice. You manage a small tired smile, grateful.
The journey to the apartment feels like an eternity, as if time itself has slowed down to a crawl in the face of the horror surrounding you. But finally, after what feels like hours, you reach the building, and Wooyoung leads you to a ground-floor apartment.
As you approach the portal, you feel a familiar sense of relief wash over you. You know you're safe for now, at least for as long as Wooyoung is by your side. You enter the apartment, and he locks the door vigilantly, knowing it is the only thing between you and what lurks outside.
Inside, the apartment is dark and dusty, everything covered in a thin layer of grime. Wooyoung sets down his bag and begins rummaging through it, pulling out cans of peaches and a few other items he's gathered.
You take a seat on the worn couch, a soft sigh leaving your mouth. Wooyoung turns on a small, battery-powered lamp, casting a muted light on the room. He begins to fix a simple meal of canned peaches and other rations, placing the food on a certainly-not-sanitary plate.
He hands you a can opener, and you can't help but notice his hands shaking slightly. Despite your situation, you feel a pang of worry for him; he's fighting his own battle even as he tries to keep you safe. You reach out to grab his hand instead of the can opener and drop a small kiss on his knuckle, a silent way to thank him.
With Wooyoung's help, you manage to open the can of peaches, and he scoops the contents onto a plate. He serves you first, offering the food with a gentleness that belies the harsh circumstances.
“Come sit next to me,” you mumble, a shy look on your face. You don't like how he's sitting on the floor, feeling bad for his tired body.
As you take your second bite, he joins you, sitting next to you, silent for the most part, but his eyes never leave you. Once he's done with his part of the meal, he manages to pull you on his lap, nuzzling his face in your neck. You can sense the weight of his responsibility, and it makes your heart ache for him.
"Wooyoung," you whisper, your voice barely audible against the backdrop of the isolation.
He hums in response, his breath warm against your neck. His fingers interwoven with yours, grounding you in the grim reality that lies beyond the dimly lit room. You feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath you; a comforting rhythm that soothes your anxiety.
"I...," Your sentence trails off unfinished, but he seems to understand, pressing a reassuring kiss to your hairline. You feel like a burden.
"Sshh," he murmurs, his voice no louder than a whisper. "You don't need to say anything." Feeling the vibrations of his voice against your ear, you let out a soft sigh of contentment. For a moment, there is silence. The only sounds are of your synchronized breathing and the faint rustle of cloth as Wooyoung tightens his hold on you.
"I'm grateful," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Grateful I found you." You turn slightly to look at him, your eyes locking onto his. You can see a glint of something in his deep brown eyes. Vulnerability? No, it was more than that. It was love.
His confession hangs in the air like a well-spun web, delicate and intricate. A few moments pass before you respond, bringing up a hand to gently brush away a loose strand from his face.
"I'm grateful too..." you murmur back, meeting his intense gaze with a sincere one of your own, "more than you know."
Wooyoung's full lips, slightly parted and glistening, gently press against yours. His eyes are closed, his face relaxed and full of tenderness. His lips are warm and slightly salty, the taste of the peaches lingering on your tongue. The soft sound of his breath as he kisses you, the slight smack of his lips, all combine to the quiet hum of contentment coming from deep in his throat.
The taste of him overwhelms your senses, locking your attention solely on him, and you find yourself lost in the affection. You offer no resistance as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, pulling you closer into his embrace.
As you lean back, his grip tightens and he lets out a low moan of protest. Unable to let you go, he pulls you towards him, his lips moving against yours with a near aggressive drive.
Half-lidded eyes meet yours and in them, you see your own feelings mirrored back at you — raw, profound, and endless,
“I love you.”
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Spoonfuls of Ice Cream [brother's best friend!Eunseok]
“I’m beginning to think you don’t like me.”
Eunseok smirks from where he’s standing, hips against your kitchen counter as he digs deeper in your Ben and Jerry's Marshmallow pint.
You roll your eyes at Eunseok's teasing tone, the corners of your lips curling down into a scowl. "Oh, don't flatter yourself," you reply with a grown, watching as he takes another generous spoonful of ice cream. "I just don't appreciate you raiding my freezer every time you come over."
Eunseok laughs, the sound rich and deep, sending shivers down your spine. He leans in closer, his cold breath brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Maybe I just like getting a rise out of you." His voice is low and intimate, full of promises you know he shouldn't be making.
You swallow hard, trying to ignore the sudden heat pooling in your stomach. "Well, find another way to entertain yourself, because this one's getting old," you retort, stepping away from him to put some distance between your racing heart and his intoxicating presence.
But Eunseok is relentless.
With a wicked glint in his eyes, he sets down the ice cream and closes the gap between you in a single step. His hand reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering longer than necessary. "I never get tired of pushing your buttons, I just love it so much" he murmurs, his gaze holding yours captive.
You feel your resolve crumbling under the weight of his intense stare, the air thick with unspoken desires. Your heart races as his hand moves to cup your face, his fingers gently tracing your bottom lip.
"And I think I know what you like," he says huskily, his lips inching closer to yours.
Your mind is screaming at you to push him away, to run from this dangerous game he's playing. But your body has other ideas, leaning into him as if drawn by some unexplainable force.
And then his lips meet yours in a searing kiss, sending sparks shooting through every nerve in your body. The taste of him is addictive and you can't resist deepening the kiss, running your hands up his chest and tangling your fingers in his hair.
Eunseok chuckles against your lips, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes. "I knew you couldn't resist me," he says with a smug grin, bending down to lick at the corner of your lips teasingly.
You roll your eyes, trying to hide the effect he has on you. But Eunseok can see right through you and he pulls you closer again, whispering in your ear, "Just admit it, babe. You like me."
You shake your head stubbornly, determined not to give him the satisfaction. But Eunseok doesn't back down, peppering kisses along your jawline and neck until you're breathless with need.
Just as the world around you fades into the background and you lean in towards him, a sudden clatter of footsteps interrupts the moment. Your heart leaps in your chest as you recognize the familiar sound of Wonbin coming down the stairs. Eunseok quickly steps back, a mischievous grin still playing on his lips as he grabs the spoon and playfully shoves it into your mouth.
You're left reeling from the abrupt disruption, the cold metal of the spoon contrasting starkly with the warmth lingering from Eunseok's touch. Wonbin enters the kitchen, oblivious to the charged atmosphere that lingers in the air between you and his best friend.
Your fingers wrap tightly around the plastic cup of melted ice cream, and you yank it from his grasp. He lets out a deep chuckle as you storm off to your room, your hair in disarray and lips puffy from the “spoonfuls of ice cream”.
"You guys still fighting?"
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Hey hey hi! You’re really cool, like I may or may not be like obsessed with your account, it’s so nice to finally see another brown atiny😭
Also, I love how pretty your account is! and I especially love how you speak up for Palestine. I saw one post of yours that spoke about how Palestine speaks and asks the world for help in English but I think it’s not even about spoken language. Palestine speaks to the world and cried to them in a language that transgresses countries and instead extends across mankind. It speaks in the very essence of being human itself, it speaks in compassion, empathy, morality and just life. So thank you for speaking up <3
you're so sweet to me stop :( brown atinys unite!!!!!
it feels so great to see how Palestine bleeds into fandoms and random subjects on the internet :,). whenever i post about Palestine from my kpop account, i'm reminded of the little girl's taehyung photocard found in the debris of a bombed house. we dont really think about it, but these people have hobbies and things they like amongst the genocide. so just thinking that maybe a Palestinian person will stumble onto this account and see that it's a safe space for them means the world to me. thank YOU my love for being a decent human being.
dxfhcgjhvkblkn;lm of course we can be moots but just wanna let u know that im really not active because of uni ^^
What r ur thoughts about the Doyoung, and MacDonald's controversy?
i knew they'd eventually start using kpop idols because they know kpop stans will buy anything to supports their favs , i don't eat mcdonalds so i have no problem not giving them my money , but all i have to say is you don't always have to buy everything your favs endorse.
late night phone calls and guided masturbation w daddy dom san
warnings: nsfw under the cut, dom!san, guided masturbation, phone sex, daddy kink, use of pet names (pretty, baby, babygirl, sannie, daddy, good girl), dirty talk, no penetration, 1.5k wrds
author's notes: i need him so bad
masterlist
you wake up, disturbed by a vibrating sound and sensation beside you. letting out a groan, you fumble around the mattress, searching blindly for your phone to check who's calling you at this late hour. your eyes remain closed as you try to get a grip on the new phone san had gifted you just a month ago, the large screen still unfamiliar to your touch. after a bit of struggle, your thumb finally finds the "answer the call" button.
"hello," your voice is rough, as you bury yourself in the covers, the large, comfortable pillows soft beneath your head, "who is it?"
"damn did my girl already delete my phone number?" you can hear san chuckle on his side of the phone. it had only been a week since he left for his world tour, but the distance took a toll on you, not used to being this far apart. "did i wake you, baby?"
"hi sannie," you smile before clearing your throat, rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to wake up. you pull back from the phone, glancing at the hour. it's 10:45 pm. "no, you didn't, don't worry."
"i can hear the sleep in your voice baby," he coos at you, "didn't mean to wake you up sorry pretty. go back to sleep, i'll stay on the phone with you."
"no," you quickly retort, urgency evident in your voice, pushing away the sleep that lingered moments ago. "'m not sleepy, talk to me." you can hear him smile, envisioning his soft dimples forming, and your heart flutters at the delightful image in your mind.
"so cute, gosh, i miss you so much," he groans, flopping in his hotel bed. it's comfortable and soft, but it can't quite replace the soothing comfort of having you in his arms. "can't stop thinking about you; you're always on my mind, pretty."
"i think about you too, sannie," you whisper back, hugging your pillow tightly, clinging to it like a koala. "a lot."
"really, what do you think about?" he chuckles deeply, and the sound resonates straight to your core. you press your thighs against the pillow and let out a small sigh, which he obviously notices.
"nothing in particular," you try to play it off, gently twirling one curl of your hair. though you're most definitely in the mood, you know that he just came back from a concert and must be tired. you don't want to exhaust him more than necessary, you try not to think to hard about how his body looks, huge biceps and thick fingers.
"is my sweet girl lyin' to me," he hums, his voice dipping in the octaves, knowing just how it affects you. "you know i don't like it when you lie, right, baby?"
you bite your lip at the sweet tone of his voice and whimper a soft yea, almost inaudible but san hears it. he hears it well and he smirks, there's complete silence on the line after you speak and for a moment you're scared he's hung up until he finally says something. "have you been good baby?"
yeah," you manage to let out, feeling the heat rise within you. you push the covers away from your body, and the cool room air sends shivers, leaving goosebumps on your skin.
"did you touch yourself?" he asks tentatively, and you're quick to deny the claim, knowing what would happen if you don't follow your boyfriend's simple order: "don't touch yourself when i'm not with you." "that's a good girl."
"thanks, daddy," you say with a hint of shyness, your face turning a little red. you hear him respond with a deep hum at the pet name, and you can already envision how his pants get tighter under the growing length.
"take off your panties." he changes his tone in an instant, becoming completely dominant, and lets out a small groan. "can you do that for me, pretty girl?"
"done," you respond, eagerly awaiting his next instruction, your fingers fidgeting with anticipation.
"touch that clit for me babygirl, let me know when you're wet enough to slip your pretty fingers in," he breathes out and you can hear the distinct sound of his belt loop clinking open.
you swallow tightly, and without hesitation, you do as he asks, trying to focus on the task at hand while also aware that he's likely touching himself during the conversation. getting wet doesn't take much effort; as soon as your finger touches your puffy lips, you feel yourself starting to get wet. it's been such a long time since you last felt any attention against your clit.
you release a string of curses that he finds amusing, teasing you about washing your mouth with soap when he returns, but you're too lost in pleasure to respond back.
"i'm nngh 'm wet," a soft, melodic moan escapes your lips.
"already?" he lets out a pleasurable groan, shutting his eyes tightly as his hand grasps his dick "baby fuck, you make daddy crazy, 'm so hard for my baby right now, i feel like i'm about to burst."
euphoric moans are your only reply, fastening your pace on your poor bundle of nerves.
"that's right baby, make those pretty sounds i like," he gently squeezes the base of his cock before moving his graceful fingers upward, delicately exploring the moistened tip, "put your fingers inside now."
you eagerly comply, swiftly plunging two fingers deep into your core, though it pales in comparison to the sensation of having san's dick in you. accustomed to feeling entirely full, you release a mildly irritated whine, which san finds amusing.
"'s not deep enough right," san chuckles, but his amusement quickly turns into a choked out moan, "nobody can make you feel as good as i can, not even you baby, only daddy."
you let out a soft whimper, recognizing the subtle possessiveness in his tone, and you gently add another finger, seeking deeper sensations with your cunt beyond mere soft frictions.
"that's right baby, in and out, follow my lead, in.. and out," he commands, exercising his absolute authority over you, even from afar. his resonant voice possesses such dominance that it effortlessly erases any other thoughts from your mind. "in and out."
he rambles the same words and as he continues to speak, you notice an unusual pattern—the sound of a harsh slap following each combination of words. he's pretending to be inside of you.the mere thought of it makes your eyes roll in their sockets, and you whimper for your daddy in your phone, inviting him to quicken the pace he's set.
"wish you were here daddy, you'd see the mess 'm making" you pitifully whine. as you work your fingers in, you find a small ring of cream settling at the base of your knuckles, and you let out a lewd sigh, gosh you were pathetic, "wish daddy was inside of me."
san feels his eyesight blur at your dirty words, his sweet girl, his poor sweet girl. so innocent, like a pristine canvas untouched by the world's complexities when you first met, look at you now, nothing but a slut for her daddy, "yeah, which part of me babygirl, my fingers? hmm, my cock?"
"yes yes yes ye—mmph yes want daddy's cock so bad, always makes me feel so full," you feel your climax approaching, your heart fluttering, as you eagerly press faster and harder, your tummy tightening with the build-up.
"aah," san's hips buck as he stutters a moan as his orgasm rips through him like a freight train, convulsing in exctasy, his thighs shaking as a sticky string of white liquid shoots out of his cock, unbroken, it shot in several bursts, coating him in a long strand of delicate fluid, he continues his voice strained, "daddy's gonna give it to you, gonna fuck you so deep you'll feel it in your stomach."
the continued pumping of your fingers mixed with his words bring you over the edge. it's too much for you to handle all at once and you let yourself go.
"daddy 'm coming," you find yourself managing to squeak out the words while trembling and writhing, your fingers tightening on the phone at your ear. it's as if your body is akin to an elastic band stretched to its limits, and suddenly, the band in your stomach pops.
"you did it so good baby, so so good, 'm proud of you," with a sigh, he holds the phone in between his ear and strong shoulder, his now free hand reaching for the bag of tissues resting gently on the nightstand by his side to clean the mess on his toned stomach. "daddy loves you."
"love you too," you savor the moment, taking your time to catch your breath. with closed eyes, you allow his gentle remarks to wash over you, enveloping your entire being as you slowly descend from your euphoric state. they cocoon you in a comforting embrace, filling you with warmth and contentment, "i'm tired."
with a gentle chuckle, he finds himself unable to suppress a warm smile upon imagining you sprawled breathless in the center of the oversized bed, way too big for your single form. "go ahead and sleep baby."
"you're not hanging up right?" you ask in a soft voice.
uhh… this makes my head blurry 😵💫 i just. damn. woah. you are so so amazeballs at writing and for this san i would crawl across lego just to gaze at him because oh. idk i feel like i need to cartwheel across the ocean and scream about just how good this is!!! and how whipped reader and san are… oh. and just. oh. and how he’s never hanging up the phone.. oh god. thank you so so much for this artwork !! i will keep rereading it and coming back here because. damn. ⭐️
🎀 sangyeon... definitely his bicep. and he'd flex his bicep and it would break like this video bc he's crazy like that
🎀 jacob... hear me out. his hair. like this video kinda. he'd see it as u dolling him up or smth like that and his fluffy hair is the perfect place for some cute bows
🎀 younghoon... around his hand like this. nice and simple. you tell him he can take it off but he keeps it on cause it's cute. stares down at it while he drives and it reminds him of you 💘
🎀 hyunjae... i might be called crazy for this but i have a vision okay. covering his mouth like this. he prob saw that video and wanted to try it out 😭 he'd try not to laugh and talk but he secretly loves it.
🎀 juyeon... just a big ribbon around his hands and waist like this video. i feel like he wouldn't even understand the trend but he'd stand there all goofy-smiled bc he loves you
🎀 kevin... around his neck like a bow tie (this). he'd wear it out proudly too i think he ends up liking the trend more than you do
🎀 chanhee... he tells you to put it on his middle finger and you don't understand why until he pulls out this 😞
🎀 changmin... ON HIS GLASSES LIKE THIS. this video is so changmin coded too he'd be leaning into you and laughing like it's funny for him
🎀 haknyeon... also on his head but like. circling it. like this. idk his head shape combined with the fact that he is 🍊 personified would make a bow around his head look so cute. he'd feel cute too.
🎀 sunwoo... ok first of all this man would come to YOU to do the trend. also he'd let you tie him up fully i am not even joking like this video!!
🎀 eric... this man is cheesy so he'd ask you to tie it on his ring finger. and you'd be like ?? and he'd say it's a placeholder for a future ring or smth corny 😭 i don't have video evidence but just trust me
