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New World | masterlist

“i will humble myself before you, my queen.”

Pairing: Ot8 Ateez x reader Genre: romance, mystery, fantasy Summary: In Hala, a house of eight kingdoms, each boasting its own wonders, you never imagined that amidst the pain and confusion, you would also fall—this time, in love.

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SKZ CODE EP. 39 ♡ HYUNJIN

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Accidentally calling Wooyoung your husband- spoiler alert: he's insufferable

You hadn’t meant to say it. It just slipped out in the most casual way possible, like you’d been doing it for years.

“Yeah, my husband doesn’t like pickles, so I’ll just take them off for him.”

Silence.

Then—

Wooyoung gasps like you’ve just declared him the love of your life in front of a crowd. His entire body goes stiff before he spins toward you, eyes wide, lips already curling into the smuggest grin known to man.

“Oh my god.” He clutches his chest. “Say that again.”

You groan, realizing your mistake immediately. “Forget it.”

“No, no, no, wife,” he drags out dramatically, practically bouncing on his heels. “You don’t get to just say that and move on like nothing happened.”

“I misspoke.”

“No, you manifested!” He throws an arm around you, looking at the others at the table. “Did you guys hear that? She called me her husband! HUSBAND! This is the best day of my life.”

You shove at his shoulder, face burning. “Shut up.”

“I don’t think I will,” he sing-songs, squeezing you tighter. “In fact, I think I need to hear you say it again.”

“I will throw my drink at you.”

“Oh, Mrs. Jung has some fire.” He winks. “God, I love marriage.”

You shoot a desperate look at the others, but they’re all laughing, clearly no help at all. Wooyoung, meanwhile, is still basking in his newfound title, already planning the next time he can bring this up to make you suffer.

You were never going to live this down.

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Y’all… the tour is called “In Your Fantasy” for a reason.

Keep it that way.

“Yunho, are you open minded?”

“Mingi, will you be my Lucifer?”

“Mingi’s good girl”

“The wolf found his prey”

“Only Hongjoong can make it purr”

“San, do you like chocolate or vanilla?”

Stop intentionally trying to make Ateez uncomfortable just so you can go viral online. It’s weird. You won’t get the results you want. All that will happen is you’ll get clowned online and you’ll forever be remembered as the person who made them uncomfortable.

Touch grass. Seek therapy. They’re people, not something you can project your fantasies on.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

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this is gonna sound harsh but i think it needs to be said. and if you think this might be about you, it is, babe.

if you are using ai to generate fics and posting them as your own work, any gratification that you're feeling because of positive feedback and attention that you're receiving is not real. you didn't write shit. and you're fucking lying to yourself so that you can feel good about some bullshit that you decided to post. so just remember that anytime someone leave a nice comment, that you're a fucking liar and you didn't put in any amount of effort that should make you feel good about receiving positive attention for it.

and i say this because what possible goddamn reason could you have for posting your bullshit ai slop and passing it off as your own work? everyone can say "fuck ai" all they want, but i just wanna sit here and say fuck you for being a liar and a piece of shit.

because genuinely i have made some great memories and even better friends because of this space. and the collaborative process of writing fic is so fucking fun. and writing is hard. it's a difficult process! but how can possibly ever feel proud of yourself if you didn't write it? sincerely, you're missing out on how fun and collaborative fandom can be. and for what? a couple likes?

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ateez's dreamy day ☁️

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my friends tonight 🩵

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🎵: ATEEZ - Now this house ain't a home

_starhwa_:

take me home

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did I tell you guys how much my boss spent on food delivery apps last year

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5 inches from death’s embrace and he wakes up just to tell the everyone to shut the fuck up.

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I wasn’t built to be employed. I need to stay up until 4 am like a normal person

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I adore this man 😂😂

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You can't tell me that Auntie Lino wouldn't make the perfect Meg from Hercules 😤

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So apparently ATINY were teasing Seonghwa for using the birthday MD case for the team (wedding) ring, saying he broke up with ATINY. So Seonghwa decided to stage and film a whole noir drama pretending to be a mafia boss going "you're breaking up with me just because I didn't wear this one ring?" using his satoori accent😭

THIS DRAMA QUEEN!

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Captain wildling on his watercraft 😎

Wooyoung saving captain's cap 👍👏

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maybe i like my tech a little bit inconvenient

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attention / k.hj

kim hongjoong x afab!reader

a/n: 🤭 my man my man - expect a lot of hongjoong-focused scenes, fics, and drabbles to happen on his lap (i have a years-long desire to sit in his lap i'm sorry)

warnings: brat tamer!hongjoong, cockwarming, dacryphilia, hongjoong's a meanie :( (🤪🙏🏻)

wc: 1.5k

that's it really... enjoy!

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You struggle to breathe normally, gripping his shoulders and bunching up the thin fabric of his shirt. You’ve been like this for what seems like hours, torturous hours, when in reality it had only been half an hour. It dawned on you early that maybe distracting him while he was trying to produce was not the best idea. You had been begging for his attention all day, knowing he was busy. He couldn’t help it, and you knew what you signed up for when he officially asked you to be his.  

It was your own fault – standing behind him, letting your hands run down his chest as he tried to concentrate on piecing together the next title track. You moved his headphones off of one ear and purred and whined about how badly you needed his cock. At first, he had pouted too, feigning sympathy and playfully pushing you away. But the more persistent and whiny you got, bending over in front of him, unbuttoning his shirt, the more ticked off he became. 

His final straw had been when you got on your knees next to his chair, running a hand dangerously high up his thigh, begging him to let you ride him.  

Now here you were, sat on his lap, his cock buried inside of you to the hilt and absolutely refusing to move. He’s also prohibiting you from moving or making any noise, which would distract him further, unless you want to be punished. And did you really want to endure worse than this? You pout over his shoulder. It’s not your fault you’re ovulating. Besides, isn’t helping you in that department in the boyfriend job description? 

Hongjoong has been purposefully ignoring you the whole time, hyper-focused on the screen and track in front of him. Every time you try to shift your weight or move slightly in any direction, your body shakes uncontrollably. His breath is controlled and steady as he clicks around on the screen, shifting one of the recorded tracks over just by half a second and hitting ‘play’. 

You whine, attempting to vie for his attention, but that just grants you a quick, hard smack to your thigh, quieting you at once. A quick and easy reminder.

He leans back, listening to the track closely, his hand absentmindedly soothing where he had just struck you. You try to hide your sniffles and tears as much as you can, but he hits the spacebar to pause the song. 

You freeze, breathing shakily through your mouth. 

He pushes you by the shoulders so you’re upright again to see your face. You avoid eye contact as a last ditch effort for self-preservation. Avoiding your reality.  

“Are you crying?” he smirks, tilting his head down to try to look you in the eye. You avoid his smug gaze, burying your face back into his neck and throwing your arms around his shoulders. He laughs lowly, trailing his hands up and down your thighs with such a featherlight touch that you shiver. You whine again and he sighs, rubbing your back. 

“My poor baby,” he murmurs in your ear, “are you so desperate that you’re toying with my rules?” 

You shiver again, giving him his answer. 

He hums, leaning back in his chair again. “Impatient little girl,” he whispers, and you whimper against his skin. “I had such a special reward for you too if you stayed good…maybe I’ll give you one more chance.”  

He sounds so unbothered and nonchalant that it kills you. Immediately you nod against him, doing your best to mask the excitement of anticipation that accompanied his words. 

He runs a hand through your hair and you lean into his touch. 

First mistake.  

He suddenly grabs you by the hair and pulls you to look at him. You whimper and look up at him with round, wet eyes. He grins, loving how submissive you are for him. So eager to be good for him even when you’re being a brat. Your bratty side was all bark and absolutely zero bite when it came to him. 

Secretly, he loved it. 

“Let me finish this undisturbed – no noise, no moving. You will sit patiently and quietly like a good girl…and what do good girls get?” He waits a moment to prompt you for the answer, nodding to signal that it was okay for you to speak, lips parted slightly as he waits. 

“Good girls get–” you swallow nervously, “good girls get rewarded.” 

“Yes they do, darling, and I want to give you a reward, so be patient for me just a little bit longer. Okay?”

“Okay..” you reply quietly, your voice breaking in between syllables. 

He kisses your forehead and eases you back down so your head is resting in the crook of his neck again. “Thank you, darling,” he says, warming your heart and your cheeks.  

The keyboard typing and mouse-clicking sounds resume quickly soon after and after a while you begin to relax more and more.  

Second mistake.

You really should’ve known by now to never let your guard down around Kim Hongjoong of all people. 

He scoots forward in his chair a little bit, his hips bucking up and you scramble to cover your mouth to muffle the gasp that escapes you. He pauses and you freeze, waiting for him to call you out, but he ignores it, going back to work.  

Nevertheless, you keep your hand securely over your mouth now that he’s playing dirty. You want to complain and tell him that he’s not being fair, but you knew where that route would take you – edging hell. 

You try to relax your high alert body, nuzzling your nose into his neck.  

He melodically hums, drumming his fingers along the desktop, tapping out a potential beat, the humming and miscellaneous noises gradually evolving into syllables.  

You sigh happily, enjoying listening to him work. But soon his free hand is suddenly on your thigh, inching closer and closer to your core.  

You stop breathing, and will yourself to not clench around his length. However, once you hear him chuckle you know you gave yourself away. 

Please, you think, please hurry up.  

His hand squeezes your inner thigh, and you press your hand harder to your mouth. He continues to hum, muttering to himself every so often about who could sing which part. You hear the mouse click a couple times. 

“Hmm… Sannie... there. Then… Yu— Yeosang,” 

Then all of a sudden, he’s rubbing your clit with his thumb, his palm pressing against your lower stomach, and acting totally innocent all the while. You jolt, your hips wanting to move back to get away from his touch, but he’s got you trapped against him. Your tears fall freely now, wetting his shoulder, seeping through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Your noises die in your throat, determined this time to not break his rules again.  

“Seonghwa-hyung…” he mutters again, clicking around while he presses harder on your clit and you start to whine, your pussy starting to spasm around his cock.   

Third mistake.

He leans back, his head turning towards you. 

Fuck– 

His eyes are dark. “Oh? Should I call Seonghwa in to take care of you instead?” he hisses, rubbing your clit faster. His shirt is tight in your grip and you bite down on the fabric of it, desperate to not make a sound. 

You dare not move, breathing heavily. No noise, no moving.  

“No? You seem pretty responsive to the sound of his name, baby. He’s probably nicer than me… or maybe even worse if he knew how badly behaved you’re being right now.” 

You don’t see him smirking. 

His fingers slow, and you release his shirt from your teeth. Knowing it was a gamble, you try one last time to get him to do anything to you. 

“I only want you,” you say, barely audible. He pauses for a few agonizing moments. 

Then he grinds his hips up, his hands firmly holding you down on your sides, making you take all of him. You gasp and immediately bite your lip. 

“You want me, baby?” he whispers in your ear. You nod, black mascara tears staining your cheeks. His favorite sight. 

“Say it. Tell me how badly you need me.” 

“Oh god, Hongjoong, please! I-I need you so so badly, please–!” 

“‘Please’ what, darling?” His hands grip your body, nails slightly digging into your skin, “Be specific.”  

All dignity evaporates from you at once, “I need you,” you sob, “please fuck me.” 

You can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye, shy and embarrassed at your own words, but he loves it. He loves turning you into a pathetic, begging mess for him. He bites his lip, holding himself back for just a moment longer to admire the sight before him.  

“Please, Captain?” you beg, doe eyes and all. 

His smug playfulness is gone. It’s like a switch goes off; the demon that possesses him onstage is suddenly in the room with you and it’s on. 

“Be careful what you wish for, darling.”