#ateez san

[hwamphwamp]

random bf!ateez texts pt. iii

warning(s): swearing, suggestive (MDNI)

[amphitriteswife]

Proud atiny🖤🗣️

ARE YOU AN ATINY?

Reblog if you stan ateez x

[domm1etae]

I AM READY TO BE A SINGLE MOTHER‼️

[lorienteez]

Going crazy / 미칠 것 같아! 🫠

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[jonggho]

ahhh black and white Polaroids omg

[wooyoungisbaby]

happy birthday san boob enjoyers

[goodatmomo]

ATEEZ Golden Hour: Part 2

san & mingi hello82 exclusive photocard, chain version

[hwasfeatherduster]

The perfect example of the difference between San and Sannie.

[xuchiya]

"stuck in this fairytale" || choi san || series || fifteenth part

| genre: prince! san. fluff. angst. adventure | mentions: cursing. | here's the first part

back to masterlist | last chapter 16

The ground beneath your knees splintered further, cracks webbing out like a fragile pane of glass, and with a sharp cry, you plummeted into the abyss. Your screams echoed in the cold emptiness, but they were swallowed by a darkness so consuming that even your anguish felt small against its vastness.  

A gasp left your lips as you fell. The air blew your entire body as gravity pulled you on the never ending abyss. As I continue to fall on whatever death might come, memories—not your own—flashed before your eyes. A man and a woman, their silhouettes outlined by roaring flames. A love that burned bright but was drowned in betrayal and sorrow. Brigid’s heartbreak bled into your chest like molten lava, raw and unforgiving. The pain overwhelmed you, the weight of centuries of despair pressing into every nerve, every cell. 

It was worse than the monthly period you felt but it was more in your heart. 

You landed hard, the impact rattling through your bones, but you barely felt it through the storm of emotions tearing you apart. Unexpected tears fell on your cheeks, your hand clenching your shirt as the pain in your chest became too overwhelming. Sobs racked your body, and you clawed at the ground, desperate to make sense of it all. "Why?" you screamed into the darkness, your voice hoarse and broken. "Why do I have to feel this?! Why am I here?! To feel pain?! Why him?! Why Jongho?!"  

“WHY?!” You screamed amidst the darkness.

A soft glow began to illuminate the darkness, golden and warm, like the first light of dawn breaking through a storm. Slowly, the figure of Jeoyoung appeared before you, his presence commanding yet gentle. His eyes, pools of endless wisdom, held a deep sorrow that mirrored your own.  

"I am sorry," Jeoyoung said, his voice low and resonant, like the steady hum of embers in a dying fire. He knelt before you, his hands outstretched, but he didn’t touch you, as if afraid his presence would add to your burden. "I never wished for this pain to reach you. This is Brigid’s pain—her love, her loss, her sacrifice. And now, you carry it." 

You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face, anger and despair swirling in your gaze. "Then take it back!" you screamed, your voice cracking. Big tears falling. "Take it all back! I don’t want this! I didn’t ask for this! I want to go home!"  

Jeoyoung’s expression didn’t waver. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice softening. "I can’t take it back.” Shaking his head as he can’t do anything to save you and the misery you were feeling, “The flames inside you are not meant to destroy or merely protect. They are meant to give life."  

His words were a balm and a dagger, soothing yet cutting through the fog of your pain.  

"Brigid's fire was not born from vengeance or rage," he continued. "It was born from love—an unyielding love that even time could not extinguish. That is why it lingers in you now. Not to consume you, but to remind you of the power you hold. The power to heal, to nurture, and to bring life back where it has been lost."  

The flames within you flickered, as if responding to his words. Slowly, your mind drifted to San—your San—who had collapsed in the wake of Jongho’s sacrifice. His body, once so vibrant and full of strength, now lay crumbled on the battlefield, lifeless and still.  

Not only that, it brought you back to your own world where you admire him from afar, the times you both hang out and the silence you both shared when you held his hand for the first time. You were rather cowardly to speak up your feelings and San wasn’t one to assume by just simple actions that you normally do to Wooyoung.

Your breath hitched as realization dawned. The fire within you wasn’t just Brigid’s. It was Jeoyoung’s love—his legacy, he was the reason for the flames that you had in the first place. It was not Brigid who gave you that fire, it was him. You look up to him. It was as if he saw through you that you soon realize why you were here. It was meant to bring San back, to reignite the spark that had been extinguished.  

Jeoyoung and Brigid’s love was meant for you to save San. To recreate the love that never happened between them.

"But I don’t know how," you whispered, trembling. "I’m not strong enough."  

Jeoyoung smiled faintly, his expression both kind and resolute. "You are stronger than you believe. Strength is not the absence of pain, but the willingness to endure it for the sake of something greater. San carries your fire as much as you carry his. Your bond is what will guide you."  

He reached out then, his hand brushing against your chest, where the flames burned quietly within you. "Feel it. Let it guide you."  

The warmth of his touch spread through you, igniting the fire in your chest. It roared to life, not wild and consuming, but steady and fierce, like the heartbeat of something eternal. Jeoyoung began to fade, his golden glow retreating into the darkness.  

"Remember," he said, his voice like a fading ember. "The fire is not only yours—it is his, and hers, and mine. It is love, and it will always find a way."  

And then he was gone, leaving you alone in the void, the fire within you burning brighter than ever.  

You stood, the weight of Brigid’s pain no longer a crushing force but a steady hum in the back of your mind. Your tears dried as resolve filled your chest. You closed your eyes, focusing on the bond you shared with San, the memories of his laughter, his warmth, and his unwavering strength. The fire surged, guiding your steps, lifting you upward through the darkness. The ground returned beneath your feet, the battlefield coming into view once more. San lay before you, his massive form broken and still, and the sight of him nearly broke you again.  

But this time, you didn’t falter.  

You approached him, the fire within you glowing with a golden light that seemed to chase away the shadows around you. Kneeling beside him, you placed your hands on his chest, your voice steady as you whispered, "Come back to me, San. I—"

Your lips tremble as your words soon leave your lips, “I like you too, San. Back in my world, you were such a passionate guy on campus. You were admired by many and I was one of them, and any person who befriends you is lucky to have such a good looking guy.” A painful yet teasing chuckle left your lips as tears blurred your vision, your hand placed on top of his scales, it was cold yet beneath, it was warm.

“At first, I wanted to be friends with you but you were busy with student council and other events that my hope to talk to you just … vanished. And I ask fate that someday or any time of the day, to let my dream come true. And it did.” Your breath ragged as you ran down your hand on his scale, “Wooyoung introduced you to me. We became friends instantly and I thank fate for that.”

A blush crept up to your cheeks as you blurted out the moment you entered the library, “I … heard about your plans when you told Wooyoung you wanted to take me to the local library. You wanted to show me the newest books on sale and the ones you wanted me to read.”

You look at his dimmed eyes, tears swell but in happiness, “I saw your message on the shelf.” It was arranged according to the first letter of each title of the story ‘I like you’. You were so flustered that you brought out a book, the one that you were stuck on right now, and coincidentally, it shows the same image of San.

You leaned in closer to him, your forehead pressing gently on his scales, whispering, “When I return, I’ll tell you how the story went.” The flames poured out of you, golden and pure, wrapping around his form like a cocoon. The warmth spread through his scales, and slowly, the glow in his molten eyes began to return. You could feel his heartbeat—weak at first, but growing stronger with each passing moment.  

The fire within you dimmed as it passed into him, but it didn’t leave you empty. Instead, it left behind a warmth that was no longer Brigid’s pain but her hope—a hope she had passed down to you, to Jeoyoung, to San, and to everyone who carried her legacy.  

San’s massive form stirred, his claws twitching as his molten eyes locked onto yours. "You…" he rumbled, his voice weak but filled with something that brought fresh tears to your eyes.  

"I’m here," you said, your voice shaking with relief. "I’m here, and I’m not letting go."  

As San’s body glowed softly in the aftermath of the flames, you felt a deep certainty settle within you. This was not the end. This was the beginning—a new legacy of fire, forged not in pain, but in love.  

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[tangylemonade]

The profile

The simple black outfit

The belt

The veins

The boopable nose

The pose

The way my uterus stomach flipped

The way my heart stoped

The way tears welled in my eyes

I need him so bad😩

[yuyu1024]

Ahm.... can I just... breathe for a second????

[iannmin]

too big | j.yh 정윤호

tags + warnings: 18+ mdni, huge!yunho x small!reader, size kink, breeding kink, short drabble

synopsis: yunho’s huge, everything about him is huge, and it’s all fun and games until -

a/n: really think yunho would do this tbh, making you feel small and helpless as you take him so well :((

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messy bangs and sweat dripping down his forehead, he attempted to breach your entrance. you gasped “s’big…nnnngh…too big” His red veiny tip was barely through your folds and you were already blabbering incoherently, nails digging into his back. as if it wasn’t enough, he grabbed your thighs and hooked it over his shoulder, setting you up in a mating press, trapping you in the sheets. now there’s no escape. “shhh..you can take this princess c’mon”. He pressed a gentle and light kiss on your forehead, “it’s gonna fit. I’ll make it fit.” he whispers, wrapping his left hand around your tiny waist, hands so huge that it covered the majority of your waistline. he put his right hand on your mouth, and in one snap, he sinks his entire length into your heat. you let out a muffled scream, eyes rolling backwards, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You swear you felt your walls tear from the stretch. “s-so mean..yunho meanie….nnnngh..hurts” he smiles innocently at your broken words “but I made it fit princess” he takes your left hand that was helplessly gripping the sheets, and placed it on top of your belly, and that’s when you felt it. a bulge in your stomach. his huge bulge. he lets out a groan of relief, burying his low moans against the crook of your neck. “m’gonna breed you so full, so so full.”

[kitten4sannie]

mafia san! keeps his glasses on when he eats you out btw……

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“I just want to see my princess fall apart. Is that so bad?” he coos near your trembling thigh, pressing a gentle kiss to it, before pushing his drenched glasses further up the slope of his nose.

“B-but your glasses…I ruined them,” you whisper weakly, still clutching at his disheveled raven hair.

A low, amused hum rumbles from San’s throat, rubbing your abundant arousal around just to hear how wet his playtoy was for him. “That’s perfectly okay, sweet. It’s only fair after letting me ruin you night after night.”

It’s odd that he’s being so sweet to you now, when he just got done making you cum so many times, you forgot where you were even at, but how could you possibly forget? You were Sannie’s favorite girl. Anytime he got home from a raid with the boys, had an important drug-fueled business meeting, or just got done blowing somebody’s head off, it was you who he’d play with.

And, here he was, making a home for himself in between your bruised thighs, lapping and sucking at your swollen cunt like it was a lovely summertime treat, gazing up at you past his arousal stained glasses, his sharp eyes boring into yours, drinking in all your pleasure, not privy to the splatter of blood that still stained the side of his tan face. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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© kitten4sannie, 2024.

[lorienteez]

Going crazy / 미칠 것 같아! 🫠

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[wooyoungisbaby]

[more ateez memes]

[yeorisanaxox]

SO SAN CODED 🫦