After breaking up with your ex, Yunho makes you an offer to help. However, you only think of him as a golden retriever, your sweet best friend who would be too vanilla to actually help you. That is until....Warnings: kinda mean dom!Yunho, sub!Reader, unprotected P in V, breast play, rough sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spanking, creampie, choking, big dick!Yunho, dirty talk, degradation (reader is called slut), praise kink
Yeosang
Lesson Planning: 😘
You meet with your professor to ask for an extension you know he won't give. Maybe he can give you an extra lesson instead. Warnings: Technical age gap (tho I imagine yeo as a younger professor in college so both adults), protected p-in-v, breast play, oral (f receiving), choking, spanking
San
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Mingi
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Wooyoung
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Jongho
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Multiple Partners
Pulling Strings: 😘 😈
Bf!Mingi x Reader x Yunho x Wooyoung
Sometimes while dating Mingi it felt as though you had a second boyfriend that neither of you fully acknowledged, his best friend, Yunho. The tension between the three of you builds until even Wooyoung senses it. Wooyoung wants to help push the three of you together and maybe get some fun out of the deal.Warnings: dom!Yunho, switch!Mingi, switch! Wooyoung, sub!reader, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected p-in-v, double penatration, breast play, multiple orgasms, creampie, degradation
Competitive Much?: 😘
Roommate!Yunho x Reader x Roommate! Wooyoung
Living with Yunho and Wooyoung was usually fun, but the downside was their overly competitive natures. Their latest competition? Who can make someone come harder... but not just anyone, you. Warnings : dom!Yunho, sub!reader, kinda dom!Wooyoung but not really?, oral (f receiving), mxm, anal, unprotected p-in-v, breast play
If I have to sift through au’s and fics about bikers and psychopaths and therapists and serial killers one more time before even getting to anything about regular human beings smut and fluff iiiiiiiiiiiii
Thank you so much for the support. Although I deeply appreciate the request, I am not planning on continuing that fic. But don't worry, I'll be back with more Yunho works soon. Hope you'll enjoy those too •⩊•
I'm in desperate need of reassurance and comfort so, please send me recommend me some ateez fics!. Anything soft and full of tooth rotting fluff is welcome.
pairing: seonghwa x hongjoong (matz)
word count: 1334
TW: implied self-offing (doesn't happen)
a/n: happy pride to my other favourite ship hehe... this is lowkey an attempt to also write a bridgerton-ish confession. felt a little 'bane of my existence' there
The kind of quiet Seonghwa enjoyed. Not so loud till the point you could hear your own heartbeat keeping you alive but not so soft until you couldn’t find your own thoughts because the sound of others’ drowned it out.
The perfect kind of quiet.
Seonghwa let out a soft sigh as he melted into his couch. He had to be up extra early tomorrow for some urgent client meeting, so he’s not so sure why he couldn’t fall asleep. Something just tugged at him the way a child did to their parent’s sleeves for attention. But there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary happening in his life thus far.
Then his phone broke the quiet.
He glared at it, mentally cursing himself out for forgetting to switch it back to silent. He had been mere seconds away from feeling the tranquility and possibly finally finding sleep.
Instead, he found himself staring at the name on the screen.
Kim Hongjoong.
They broke up months ago. One too focused on his career and the other on his own ego. Neither dared to admit they would be willing to put the other first. Maybe it was because if he did, Seonghwa felt he would lose control of the life he delicately built. Throwing it all away for a man who couldn’t even be bothered with the 3 simple words.
His phone continued ringing and buzzing and Seonghwa could feel the desperation echoing in his living room. Was this a drunk dial? Hongjoong’s last one hadn’t happened since the breakup.
He knew better. Park Seonghwa knows a lot better than to pick up the call from his ex boyfriend who could be calling for anything other than matters of the heart. That was something Hongjoong seemed to consistently live up to.
But he did.
“Hello?”
It wasn’t Seonghwa who asked it. It was Hongjoong, after a few seconds of silence from both ends.
Seonghwa still didn’t respond.
“Seonghwa… Hwa.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, holding back the choked relief at hearing his voice say his name again.
“You’re there. It’s you, isn’t it? I recognise your breathing.”
Quiet.
“I… Oh, this was a mistake. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just needed to talk to someone and you were the first one I thought of because, well… You’re you.” A soft chuckle escaped Hongjoong’s lips. “You always know how to make me feel better. Anyone, for that matter. Maybe it’s also because it’s a full moon tonight and I just… Well… They say that makes people do crazy stuff sometimes.”
Seonghwa lifted his eyes to look out the window. He hadn’t noticed the sky. Were they both currently looking up at it together, like they used to by each other’s side?
“Anyway, I’m sorry. Sorry for bothering you. I’ll just hang up now.”
“You wanted to talk.”
Hongjoong’s breath hitched at the sound of Seonghwa’s voice. He’d never say out loud just how much he missed it.
“Go ahead. Talk.”
“I…” Hongjoong looked back up at the moon, observing the way it shone. How bright it was. “I wanted to say I’m sorry.”
Seonghwa fell back into the silence.
“I know I messed up. I’m not calling you to beg for your forgiveness or ask you to take me back, I just… I wanted you to know that in case anything happened.”
Seonghwa narrowed his eyes.
“I know I treated you badly. I wish I knew why because honestly you’re the best thing that ever happened to me and you’ll never know how devastated I was when we broke up. Wooyoung had to literally fight me to get out of bed.” Hongjoong let out a half-hearted laugh as he recalled the moment.
“You can’t…” He held back a sniff as the emotions pooled in his throat. “You shouldn’t have ever doubted our relationship. It was entirely my fault, I’m the one who refused to remember birthdays and anniversaries… The one who couldn’t tell you he loved you back when you said it first.”
Hongjoong had to put the phone away for a moment as he dug his nails into his skin to fight the sobs burning in his throat. This wasn’t the time for him to break down. Not when he had so much left to say.
“Life has been hard recently. I’ll spare you the details, but it’s just… I miss you. And I can’t let you think that you loved someone who didn’t love you back or that you weren’t worthy of my love. You are, Hwa. I haven’t stopped loving you and God, loving someone that fiercely makes it terrifying.
“I should have handled it better, I know. You made me feel like I was the best person on this planet, like I could do anything. But I’m not. Oh man, I really am not. With everything I put you through, I… I’m just glad you picked up. You’re probably not even listening anymore, maybe using my voice as a podcast episode to fall asleep.”
A soft smile crept onto Hongjoong’s face. “Yeah, I remember how I used to record them for you. Just memos about my day. But I bet you probably deleted them all now. Wouldn’t want reminders of the pain I put you through. If you were still listening, I’d ask if you would meet at our spot. Just to… reminisce, I guess. I don’t know. Say better goodbyes.”
Just then, he heard the door behind him open. The sound echoed through his phone. He felt it in the air too as he slowly turned around.
He was there. Seonghwa was standing in front of him, his phone still by his ear and his eyes fixated on him. Hongjoong swallowed his reemerging tears, entranced by the man in front of him the same way he was when they first met.
“You… You came.”
“You called.”
The reply was instantaneous as Seonghwa finally hung up the call and placed his phone back into his pocket.
Hongjoong just stared, not daring to move. Like if tried to take a step towards him Seonghwa would somehow dissolve away or that he’d realise he was hallucinating.
“Am I dreaming?” he whispered.
Seonghwa walked towards him instead. As the distance between them closed, the heat rose. He stopped right before Hongjoong, his hands hovering next to Hongjoong’s cheeks.
He was waiting for an invitation.
“Why are you forgiving me?” Hongjoong questioned quietly.
Seonghwa’s head jolted ever so slightly, his hands dropping to his side. The truth was that he didn’t know either. He doesn’t know why he came. All he knew was that Hongjoong sounded so… sad. Broken. The most vulnerable he had ever heard the man.
“You opened up,” he finally replied. “I left because you wouldn’t. It felt like a sign that things could change. That you can be the man I need.”
His eyes dropped to the floor, shifting uncomfortably. “I knew I had flaws in our relationship too. I blew you off a lot for my job. I guess I can’t entirely blame you for ending up that way with me.”
“I love you.” The words escaped Hongjoong before he could consider them. “And I… I need you. Humans have their essentials to live but you, Hwa… I need you. These past months have been torturous without you. I haven’t been able to breathe or sleep or just… exist. But you’re here now and it’s like I can live again. You, Park Seonghwa. You are the key to my existence and my soul. I know I said I wasn’t going to beg you but please, just… Just don’t leave me again.”
The next thing he knew, their lips were connected. Seonghwa’s hands cupped Hongjoong’s face and Hongjoong snaked his arms around his waist, both moving with the same familiarity.
It was still a quiet night as the city slept below them. But no longer the kind that Seonghwa enjoyed.
a/n: i saw a tiktok saying how we need to be rage baiting men more often and got inspired hehehe, hyung line soon!! im just a jongho bias so my baby always comes first <3
summary: kang yeosang would roll his eyes whenever you came in battered, bruised, and bleeding. god forbid the healer find out you purposely got injured just to see him.
content: apothecary owner! yeosang x mage! gn! reader; fluff with a sprinkle of angst. fantasy au. warnings: mild description of injuries. no use of y/n.
word count: 1.0k [drabble- not proofread. repost from my old acc]
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tucked into a warm corner of the forest was a quaint apothecary. a wooden sign hung over the door. the old, sturdy wood gave the building a rustic yet cozy look that invited anyone to come in.
‘starry night apothecary’.
the chime of the bell caught yeosang’s attention, but the smell of blood made him sigh. his shawl rustled as he turned around, placing vials onto the wooden counter top gently.
golden rays seeped through his store front, the smell of lavender floating in the air as its candles flickered. the soft jazz music playing in the background calmed your soul as you trudged through the front door. the stained glass made the shop look like ethereal, painting a cacophony of whimsical fantasy.
the irony was quite comical.
“back so soon, mage?” yeosang taunted, flicking his wrist, slamming his giant book of spells shut behind him.
you forced a grin, wincing in pain. “for i missed you so, my dear healer,” your staff clattered to the ground as you slumped against the wall. “sorry.”
the dark haired male sighed. “you’re always leaving trails of mud and blood in my shop,” he mumbled, conjuring a soft arm chair over for you. “how do you get yourself into such a mess so often?”
he doesn’t let you answer, pushing you down into the soft cushion. you looked up at him in awe, taking in the delicate scent of honey and cinnamon that clung to his cloak. he smelt divine.
his shawl’s navy blue mesh material was littered with golden moons and stars. his lips were pressed into a thin line, cheeks slightly flushed as he chanted spells under his breath. “what were you doing this time, hm?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. “fighting off orcs at the border? settling a spat between the nymphs and pixies? or did you cross a nasty witch again?”
you inhaled a sharp breath, entranced by his beauty. gods, he looked absolutely ethereal in this light. you’re rendered speechless for a moment.
before you can answer, yeosang muttered a spell that had you winching. “shit,” you hissed as he whispered an apology. “sparring with the crown prince,” you groaned, bicep tensing as he rubbed an ointment onto the wound.
“and you lost?”
it took yeosang a singular glance to know you won. the victorious grin on your face, the glint of cockiness in your eyes– he couldn’t help but smile as well. not that he let you see it, of course. that would only boost your (already giant) ego.
“if you think i look bad,” you hummed, glancing towards his myriad of books that sat neatly on mahogany shelves. “you should’ve seen the prince. the royal mage was shooting daggers at me,” you giggled as yeosang rolled his eyes with a smile.
“ah, yes. jongho always having to take care of mingi. no surprise there,” yeosang remarked as you clicked your tongue, wagging a finger in his face. he shot you a confused look as you cleared your throat, sitting up straight.
“put some respect on princess mingi’s name,” you said firmly. he let out a snort that had you giggling again. “what on earth was that, yeosang?”
his cheeks flushed red, embarrassed. “absolutely nothing,” he grunted, wrapping your bandages quickly. “weren’t you in excruciating pain earlier?” his voice shook ever-so slightly. if you didn’t know him better than you did, you’d completely miss it. “you and your clumsy ass always end up back in my shop. it wouldn’t hurt you to even attempt to be more careful now, would it?”
you grinned. “what if i told you that the only reason i keep getting hurt is so that i’d have a reason to come see you?”
the mage blinked comically, staring into your eyes in disbelief. he was speechless, unsure of what to think of what you said. his mind first jumped to how bold and shameless you were, but at the same time, his heart enjoyed such honesty from you.
still, he scoffed, turning his back to you. “only a fool would believe that.”
you were undeterred, unashamed as you leaned against the arm of the chair, swinging your legs over the other arm. humming a tune, you grinned at the man. “take it as you will, healer.”
“stop getting hurt so often and take better care of yourself,” he lamented, still not looking at you.
you feigned a pout. “but then i won’t have a reason to keep coming to see you.”
he rolled his eyes, flicking his wrist to dismiss you. “stop with your sappy words and listen to my advice, mage.”
you chuckled softly, sinking into the warm, soft, velvet cushion. “whatever you say, my love.”
he chose to ignore the pet name, flipping through a spell book. you took a long look at him, closed your eyes and allowed yourself the drift off to sleep. the smile on your face did not waver.
even in your dreams, you could hear the soft chime of his shells clinking against each other, music drifting through the air gently. the sweet scent of nectar and dew filled the air as his cauldron bubbled, accompanied by the unintelligible whispers of a mage at work.
when he glanced over, he saw your resting figure illuminated by the soft glow of the sun. it’s ray’s danced along the edges of your hair, your skin sparkling like a mermaid’s tears. the gentle rise and fall of your chest contradicted the rough calluses on your hands. and in that moment, yeosang’s heart softened. it yielded, and he allowed it to yearn.
he found you frustrating, intolerable, and absolutely infuriating at times. your stubbornness was almost impressive, and your brutish nature made him huff. why on earth you were like this, he didn’t know.
but what he did know, was that he loved you. wholehearted and ardently. he adored you. he had known for a very long time.
and for a very long time, he knew that he would never admit that to you.
as the sun set for the day, yeosang’s heart continued to ponder your words, and your heart remained in the palm of his hands.
