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WAIT. NAH. His eyes?! Like he literally had his eyes roll back in his head?! Man was straight up playing with himself and in bliss?!

Someone needs to make a compilation of him either playing with himself or pretending too. Between this and that clip of him literally playing with his mic as if it's the head of his dick I can't any more.

If you say he doesn't have a buck wild and extremely blatant exhibition kink you are just in denial

This the exact one I am talking abt hez done so much stuff but nothing is more shocking and wild than thisssss😭😭😭😭😭🫦

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Dating a Noona | San

Doesn’t give a fuck that you’re older than him

Probably refuses to call you ‘noona’

Uses cute petnames instead

Avoids using your real name at all costs so he doesn’t have to use the honorific

Wants you to call him ‘oppa’

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HELP FINDING ATEEZ FIC!!!

it was a Mingi and Yunho fic where their best friend was going on like a blind hookup date and they didn’t like the idea so they decided to help her out despite her list of kinks and indulged in it for her… pls I’m begging if anyone knows what I’m on about, help a girl out 😭🙏

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“If you’re strong enough to let go of what endlessly tires you the universe will surprise you with something that endlessly inspires you.”

— juansendizon

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Definitely the type of boyfriend who holds his lover's thigh with his right hand while driving

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“Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.”

— Tyler Kent White

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Imagine going out for a late night/ super early morning drive with him. The sun is just starting to come out. Your taking a turn headed to somewhere to sit and talk before you pass out in bed. You look over, and this is the view.

this pic from San's live omg 🏃🏽‍♀️💨

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No wait but it really does. I think it's the lighting and everything being pitch black. I need someone to write a fic about being in his literal room. Not just "in the dorm" in THIS sexy ass room specifically

why is San's room hot? like why is the vibe so sexy???

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This is definitely the view ....🥴🥴

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this has been my head since I watched Wanteez over and over again. This episode of wanteez always gets me melting, screaming.

THE WAY YUNHO COVERED WOOYOUNG'S BODY ENTIRELY LIKE IS THIS THE VIEW ... IS THIS .... 🫠

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Why did my delusional ass unite this thinking I was about to head moaning?! Lmao

I don’t know what to caption this but I have to share-

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♡ dating hongjoong includes ♡

intellectual and philosophical conversations

him always giving you sweet compliments

elaborate dinner dates where he researches the best restaurants

holding doors open for you, helping you down a step, letting you walk on the inside of the sidewalk; peak gentleman behavior

he bites his lip so hard when he’s turned on that it’ll draw blood

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♡ dating san includes ♡

he peppers little kisses along the back of your neck when he hugs you from behind

he just smiles so lovingly when you give a little fashion show after buying new clothes

happy dances when you eat good food together

sends you selfies all day long updating you on everything he’s doing

growls in appreciation when he sees you in a sexy outfit and spanks your ass

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wanting you || psh || drabbles

fluff / suggestive

atz masterlist

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❥ after begging him to take you to the new ice cream shop, he finally took you and bought one to share as they were pretty big. he watched as you got your share, licking it quickly so it wouldn’t melt. dazed, he didn’t even remember getting it back until it began to melt down his hand and onto his pants. that was the first time he recalled wanting to kiss you desperately

❥ or the time where you held his hand and led him through the busy mall, taking him to your favorite store. blushing, he was glad your back was faced toward him. he looked down at your intertwined hands and fantasized about you holding his hand, but not as ‘just a friend’, as something more. something more special; more intimate

❥ one of his favorite memories of the two of you was the first time you invited him over to your place. you made his awkwardness fade instantly and he felt right at home next to you. that night you played your favorite songs for him and asked him to dance. he let you take the lead as the two of you slow danced to a love song, and he remembered thinking this was what he was missing, what he was looking for; you.

❥ currently, he sat on your couch with you; your legs resting on his lap and his fingers grazed on top of them, secretly loving the feel of your soft skin on his fingertips. you laughed at something on your phone and he watched, his heart swelling with adoration for you. your smile, the sound of your laugh, the way your whole body jolted as you laughed, he loved it. maybe a little too much and he decided in the heat of the moment to make a move. “you’re so beautiful, can i please kiss you already?” your eyes widen at his sudden boldness; but nonetheless you lean in and finally capture his lips in yours

<3

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Well color me intrigued. Can't wait to read this

our leaves must fall before our flowers can bloom (teaser)

genre: poly hockey team!ateez x coach fem!reader, enemies/strangers to lovers, athlete!au, slow burn, fluff, angst

length: 1.0k (teaser) + approx. 38k (full fic)

c/w: sweaty ateez (warning well deserved), lots of hurt/comfort, one of the slowest slow burns to slow burn, remaining tags to be revealed with full fic

synopsis: you become the new coach of the elite men's ice hockey team, the red devils. but with both yourself and the team carrying burdens of the past, you all find it difficult to see eye to eye. as you lead them to the championships in the korean ice hockey league, you discover that teamwork and trust is not as straightforward as it seems.

a/n: when i started writing this i really thought it wouldn't exceed 25k but here we are :D full fic will be released in about a week and i am so ready

“she’s the new coach?” yunho frowns in confusion. “no offence, but we’re not a bunch of kids for her to practise being a soccer mum to.”

“she was the assistant coach for the grey eagles,” coach cho discloses.

“the grey eagles? the under-21 men’s championship team?” yeosang looks incredulous.

mingi sceptically comments, “the fact that we’ve never seen or heard of her before probably tells us enough.”

hongjoong’s lips purse sourly as he tries his hardest to analyse the situation with the professionalism of the team’s captain. but with the sudden change in coaches and the same critiquing doubts as mingi, hongjoong cannot help but feel his personal judgement webbing over his mind. over the team’s entire career as an elite ice hockey team thus far–five years, now well into their sixth–the red devils have only ever had two coaches. coach cho has been with them for the longest and whilst it took the team a while to eventually warm up to him, he has been with them for almost quadruple the amount of time it took to trust him.

the team’s alternate captain, seonghwa, speaks to you directly, “if you don’t mind me asking, why are you not playing as an athlete yourself? you’re clearly our age–nowhere near retiring.”

you knew from the very start that your age would make your credibility as a coach much lower, and your answer to seonghwa will not help your case either. “i stopped playing.”

“how come?”

the trigger of memories fills your nose with a sharp stinging smell. you blankly reveal, “i chose to stop playing.” you know exactly how it sounds like to somebody else, even more so to professional athletes. coach cho has also told you of the team’s hardheadedness and strong will when it comes to the passions of their career, so you are expecting the cold receptiveness that you are met with.

your response strikes the wrong chord within wooyoung. there was a point in his career not too long ago when the choice of continuing to play or not was at risk of becoming a forced decision. the way you answer so callously with those very words that had threatened to tear his world apart has his jaw grinding and eyes darkening, and he is not the only athlete in the arena who feels similarly.

“i would rather choose to die before i choose to stop playing. ice hockey is my entire life and without it, i am not living either,” hongjoong jabs and you cannot help but clench your fists because you know exactly what he means. still, you stay quiet as he continues, “sorry, but i can’t respect a ‘coach’ who chose to stop playing.”

at the captain’s words and subsequent move to leave for the changerooms, the rest of the team also gather their equipment and follow his steps. san’s feet falter in front of you, expression hesitant until he decides to voice, “our team needs a bit of time. it’s hard for us to warm up to…outsiders, and i know it might not mean much to say this but we have our reasons. don’t expect us to blindly trust you just because you’re a coach.”

the use of the word ‘outsider’ does not go unnoticed as you nod, “of course.”

san jogs off to rejoin the others and coach cho hums, “guess some things haven’t changed. they were just as prickly to me when i first became their coach.”

you raise an eyebrow, “prickly? to you?”

“yes, believe it or not,” he chuckles nostalgically. “we’ve come a long way because i’ve been their coach for years now. but it took me a while before i was able to break down their walls.”

you briefly mull over the information, then ask out of curiosity, “what would you have done if i didn’t sign the contract?”

“begged you to rethink your decision,” he jokes with a pleased chortle. “i would have to start looking for a different coach, i suppose. you were my only pick.”

“but why me, of all people? there are so many other experienced coaches that you can choose from.”

he looks at you, eyes glinting with intuition and confidence as he simply says, “you’re familiar with their playing style. they play just like you used to.” at your silent processing, coach cho probes, “why didn’t you tell them the real reason?”

you smile wistfully, “i didn't tell them because i’m not here to gain their pity.”

some of the boys’ voices grow louder as they emerge from the changerooms, changed into fresh clothes and their kit bags slung over their shoulders. you hear one of them ask, “captain, is she really going to be our new coach?”

they step out from the facility’s corridor and you accidentally make eye contact with hongjoong, yet neither of you look away. maintaining a steady gaze directly at you, he responds with a slight glower, “maybe, but she’s only the coach by title. i’m still the captain of the team, so let’s see who everyone listens to.”

as they exit the rink’s arena, you feel a fire of determination growing inside of you. you have won over your own demons and you have won the championships before–this is nothing in comparison. whether your next words are for coach cho or for yourself to hear, it does not matter.

“i may not play anymore but i was still once an athlete and no athlete has ever, in their career, wanted pity. i’m here to earn the team’s respect and i will win over them, especially their captain.”

you watch the swing of the glass door as it shuts behind the players, catching a brief glimpse of the trees lining the arena’s perimeter. it is the first day of autumn when you meet the red devils for the first time and outside, the leaves are beginning to change their colours.

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The noise I let out after reading this

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(adds to library)

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Heyy!! For your new serie can we get a Seonghwa + Aftercare, please?

🌸 Tender Stages of Love: Seonghwa (8) Aftercare

More infos and drabbles from this 🌸 serie here!

Pairing: Sub!Seonghwa x Hard-Dom-Gn!Reader

Genre&Warnings: SUGGESTIVE (no smut but mentions of), lots of fluff, mentions of intense Bdsm scene (but no smut), Sub-drop and a bit of Dom-drop, Mentions of marks, being sore, Seonghwa often cries after a scene. Just wholesome emotional fluff.

Stages: 8-Aftercare (more info about the stages here)

The room was still, heavy with the lingering heat of what had just transpired. Seonghwa lay on the bed, completely spent, his breath shaky and unsteady as he tried to come down from the high of everything. You watched him from the side, his delicate body trembling slightly, a sight that tugged at something deep within you.

You had been rough, cruel, just as he’d asked. The strict tone, the degrading words, the forceful touches and commands—it was all part of what you’d both agreed to. But now, the reality was settling in, and you could see the aftermath etched across his features. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his tears streaked face softening as he blinked through the daze, trying to anchor himself back into the present.

You shifted closer to him, feeling that gnawing sense of guilt bubble up inside. You knew it was all consensual, something he enjoyed just as much as you, but seeing him like this… it made your heart ache.

"Hwa," you whispered softly, not wanting to startle him as you gently ran your hand through his sweat dampened hair. He blinked, his tear-filled eyes finding yours, and in that moment, it was as if all the walls he’d built up during the scene came crumbling down.

He whimpered softly, burying his face into your hand, his body curling in on itself as more tears started to slip down his cheeks. "I’m sorry…" he mumbled, the words so quiet you almost missed them.

Your heart clenched at that. "No, baby, you don’t need to apologize," you said, your voice gentle but firm as you stroked his hair, trying to soothe him. "You did so well. I’m so proud of you. It's okay to cry."

Seonghwa shook his head, still too lost in his emotions to accept your words. His body was trembling— whether from the intensity of the scene or the comedown, you weren’t sure— but either way, you knew what he needed right now wasn’t the dominant persona that had been there just moments before. He needed you . Just you. The one he trusted.

Carefully, you gathered him into your arms, pulling him close so that his head rested on your rising chest. He melted into you instantly, his body shivering as he clung to you like you were his lifeline. His tears dampened your skin, but you didn’t mind. All that mattered was making sure he felt safe, secure, loved. You wanted to give him all the comfort in the world after being so mean to him, he deserved it.

"You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you," you murmured, kissing the top of his head. You reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a soft towel and gently dabbing at his tears streaked face and wet body. "You’re safe. You did so good."

His arms tightened around you as if he didn’t want to let go, and you could feel the way his body sagged against yours, finally beginning to relax. But even with the physical tension fading you knew the emotional side of things was just as important. You couldn’t just ignore the aftershocks of what had just happened, not for either of you.

"Does anything hurt?" you asked quietly, pulling back slightly to check on him. His cheeks were flushed, his pretty lips red and swollen, and there were faint marks along his neck, wrists, waist and his thighs where your hands had been.

He shook his head, though his expression was still uncertain. "J-Just sore," he whispered, his voice still hoarse and tired from all the crying and moaning. "But… I'm okay."

You nodded, reaching over for the lotion you kept by the bed. "Let me help, my love," you said, squeezing some into your hands before gently massaging it into his skin. You made sure to be extra gentle, especially on the areas where he was particularly sensitive. Seonghwa whimpered at the touch, but it was a good sound, soft and relieved as you worked to ease his aching sore muscles.

As you continued to rub the lotion into his skin, you felt him relax more and more, his breathing evening out as his tears finally slowed. You smiled, seeing him happy and safe was the best thing in the world, but even as you relaxed into the moment he could see the emotional weight still hanging heavy in your eyes, how you spaced out a bit everytime your fingers gently brushed over his bruises. What... What kind of loving partner enjoys being this mean to their lover?

"Love," he said softly, weakly reaching up to touch your face wuth his hands. "You know, you don’t have to feel guilty, right? We talked about this. You were perfect, and I enjoyed every bit of it."

Your bottom lip quivered, torn between a pout and a soft smile, and your eyes almost welled up. It's amazing how well he can read through your soul, how well he knows you and knows how your feeling. "I-I know," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "But… I just…"

"You don't need to explain, It's okay." He cut you out, "I'm doing just fine, so it's okay. Come here." Seonghwa lightly pulled on your arm, urging you to cuddle with him again.

You pulled him into your arms and he let out a shaky breath, leaning into your touch as if he needed to remind you that he was still there, still loving you. Slowly, you guided him down to lie back on the pillows, wrapping your arms around him as you pulled him into your chest once more. His head rested right above your heart, and the steady rhythm seemed to calm him down further.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, just holding each other in the quiet of the room. You could feel the tension gradually leaving Seonghwa’s body, his breathing becoming more even as his tears fully dried. Every now and then, you pressed soft kisses to his hair, murmuring sweet words of reassurance.

After a while, you reached for the water bottle you had nearby, bringing it to his lips. "Drink some, okay? You need to hydrate."

He obeyed without hesitation, taking small sips before sinking back into your embrace. His eyes fluttered shut, and you knew he was completely drained, both emotionally and physically.

"You did so good, Hwa," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair once more. "I’m so proud of you."

"Love you," he mumbled sleepily, his voice muffled against your chest.

"I love you too," you replied softly, holding him even closer. "Now rest, baby. I’ve got you."

With that, Seonghwa finally drifted off to sleep, his body fully relaxed in your arms. And as you held him close, you felt a deep sense of contentment settle over you. The scene was over, the roles were gone, and now all that mattered was this—just you and him, safe, and loved in each other’s embrace.

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Quick question my darlings ♡♡