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gingersxng · 5 months ago

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Puppy Love

Pairing: f!reader cocker spaniel hybrid x Ateez big!dog hybrids

Genre: smut 18+, fluff

Summary: how would the members act around you when you’re in heat? Some of them can handle it better than others but some have it a bit tougher..

Notes: breeding, breeding kink, pregnancy, bigdick!yungi, knotting, unprotected sex (don’t), degrading, praising, manhandling, marking, heat, much testosterone, aggression, muzzling, fighting, oral, anal sex, cuddling, kissing, bulge kink, scenting, humping, lots of creampies, teasing, bondage. May have forgot something!

a/n: this has been in the making for awhile and I’m finally done and before anyone comes at me.. I know I didn’t make Yunho a golden retriever, cause in this case I felt like a golden isn’t that big, I feel like a Pyrenees dog suits him better. They’re bigger and looks almost like a golden. Thank you!

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Akita!hybrid Hongjoong

Hongjoong is a dominant akita hybrid.

He will stand between you and danger, growling and baring his teeth.

He likes to protect you and keep you close, always by his side.

Hongjoong is a bit rough in the bedroom.

He likes to be a bit aggressive and manhandle you.

He is not afraid to mark you, leaving little bruises and hickeys.

He likes when you are on your hands and knees, your ass in the air and your tail raised.

He likes to grab your hips and pound into your pussy, his cock stretching you.

Hongjoong loves taking control and being dominant.

He will pull you onto his cock and have you sit there, your tight heat enveloping him.

Hongjoong loves it when you ride him.

He likes seeing the faces and noises you make and how your tits bounce as you fuck yourself on his dick.

He loves hearing you beg and moan his name, your pretty mouth open and spit drooling down your chin.

Hongjoong also is into breeding kink.

He loves the idea of filling you up with his cum and knocking you up.

His eyes will be glued to your stomach and he will have a hand on it, rubbing the small bump.

Hongjoong would dote on you and take care of you throughout the pregnancy and after the pups are born.

The akita hybrid would be extremely protective and will growl at anyone who gets near you and his pups.

Bauceron!hybrid Seonghwa

Seonghwa is a pervy and dominant bauceron hybrid who loves to fuck..

He is a dom.

Seonghwa is addicted to how good your pussy feels around him, so much so that he could stay inside you for hours at a time.

He wouldn't even care if his cum was already gushing out of your hole, he wanted to keep you on his cock and locked to him, he wanted to pump your little tummy full of his puppies.

The sight of your body, so small and delicate compared to his own, it made him wanna fuck you till you broke.

Seonghwa also loves to fuck you in the living room where anyone could walk in and see you getting destroyed by him, the thought of other people watching made him cum so hard.

But he don’t want anyone else to touch you, only him, he was the only one allowed to fuck you and make you his.

He loves to mark you up, his big teeth would sink into the junction between your neck and shoulder while his knot would be lodged deep inside of you, he liked the taste of blood and seeing the dark bruise blossom over the bite mark.

It makes his alpha instincts purr happily, knowing that the others would be able to smell him on you and they wouldn't even dare try and touch you.

Seonghwa is just obsessed with breeding you and seeing the proof of his cum dripping out of you, he couldn’t get enough.

All perverse actions aside, when he finally got to be a father he would be the softest and happiest ever, he would protect you and the puppies at all costs and do everything to keep you safe.

Pyrenees!hybrid Yunho

Yunho is an excited pyrenees hybrid.

He is constantly bouncing around and wants to do something.

He likes to play games with you and chase each other around the house, his fluffy ears twitching and his tail wagging.

Yunho is a big dom.

He will take charge and flip you over onto your hands and knees and pound into your pussy.

His cock is slightly bigger than a human's and he will make you beg and cry out.

Yunho is a breed and breeding kink kind of hybrid.

He will always have his hands on your hips, squeezing the skin, and his eyes glued to your ass and pussy.

He has no problem with breeding you.

When you are in heat, he is more than happy to mount you and breed you, his cock pushing inside and his knot growing.

He loves to press down onto the huge bulge under your skin, feeling how deep inside he is, all the way up in your cervix.

He doesn’t care who is around when his dick is buried inside of you. As long as he gets to fuck you full.

Aftercare is a must for Yunho, he loves being rough with you but he always feels that he needs to show you the double amount of love and affection afterwards instead.

He’ll cuddle you in his arms, his warm chest calming you down after your highs.

Will be very protective around you and your puppies, but won’t be as aggressive towards other males as the other hybrids.

Dobermann!hybrid Yeosang

Yeosang is a very laid back but kinda rough dobermann hybrid.

He’s another hybrid that’s very protective over you and would do anything to keep you out of trouble.

He’s guarding you day and night.

In bed he’s very rough but also gentle time to time, there’s very much biting and marking during sex, he loves to sink his long whites into your skin and hear you whimper.

He’s more a dom than a sub.

He would never call you any degrading words ever, he would praise you to the fullest.

He loves to fuck you missionary when he can see your pretty eyes look up at him when he puts his cum into you.

He loves when you tug at his pointy ears as he goes rougher and harder, it gives him more confidence.

People would say he wouldn’t hurt a fly but this hybrid can switch from cute to scary very quick.

Tho he has a soft side he can get aggressive when his hormones are at its highest, he often ends up in a fight with some of the other hybrids when they’re in heat and is forced to wear a muzzle until he’s calmed down.

Nothing can come in the way of you two, he’s overly protective of you especially when you’re pregnant with his litter.

His little tail is wagging when he see how safe you feel in his presence.

Husky!hybrid San

San is an soft and laid back husky hybrid.

He also loves to play with you and chase you around, nipping at your curly ears and tail.

Once he has you pinned under him, he will rub himself all over you, scenting you with his natural husky smell.

He loves to eat your pussy, his long tongue lapping and licking your folds.

He has no shame, his big ice blue eyes staring up at you as his tongue swirls around your clit.

You love his perfectly dorito shaped ears and how his tail wags when he pleases you.

You don’t mind giving him attention and loving on him, letting him hump your leg and grind his cock into you.

He has no problem cumming early and then wanting to go again and again.

He is a very happy boy and has no shame. He doesn't care what others think and has no boundaries.

San is a switch.

He loves when you ride his cock, bouncing on his dick and grinding down on him.

He likes the sight of your tits bouncing and his cock disappearing inside of your pussy.

San is a bit possessive and a bit clingy. He will constantly be attached to you and has no problem scenting you, especially around other male hybrids.

No one is to touch his bitch!

He will give them a warning growl and glare, maybe even give them the “wolf smile”.

A real gentleman through your pregnancy, he’ll literally be on his knees for you and be very gentle with you.

Loves to caress your swollen belly, maybe even talk to it.

San will also give you little kisses and lick at your cheek and ears, nipping playfully and tugging.

He is the perfect daddy.

Great Dane!hybrid Mingi

Mingi is a big and intimidating looking but actually is a softy and himbo great dane hybrid.

His sex drive is off the charts tho and when he met you, a small cocker spaniel hybrid his hormones went through the roof.

He’d be kinda rough with you in bed and let’s not talk about his big cock pounding into your small cunt from behind..

He uses his power and big body as an advantage to manhandle you and hold you in place.

Mingi is an Alpha and a proud one. He loves when you get needy and clingy and even more needy during your heat, soaking wet and begging for his knot and cum.

He loves seeing your belly swell and your body change to accommodate his pups.

Mingi also loves to breed your ass, his long thick cock stuffing your hole full of his cum as you moan and whine under him.

He likes to be a little degrading, calling you names like slut and whore while he fucks you, making sure you know your place and that you are only there for him and his pleasure.

He likes to leave bruises on you, marking his territory, making sure everyone knows you belong to him. Sometimes tho he gets a little to testosterony and actually hurts you, a week or two with a muzzle usually helps him calm down.

When you’re pregnant with his pups, he is the most protective out of the hybrids. Usually shouts at strangers to “fuck off” with his deep strong voice when they’re nearing you.

Mingi has his nose pressed into your stomach every night, purring and cooing to his pups inside of you.

He takes care of you throughout the pregnancy and then he spoils you even more once the pups are born.

Mingi is all about you and the pups and you couldn't ask for anything better, and if someone as much as come near you or the puppies, the guard dog instincts kick in.

Dalmatian!hybrid Wooyoung

Wooyoung is a dalmatian hybrid and he is the biggest flirt.

He will constantly flirt with you and touch you, his hands running over your body.

Wooyoung will be the one to initiate sex.

He will always have a hand on your thigh or waist and will be the first to kiss you.

He is a switch.

He likes to take and be in charge but will also enjoy it when you take control and use him for your pleasure.

He likes being a good boy.

Wooyoung would enjoy being tied up and restrained, forced to just lay there and take your cunt.

He likes it when you sit on his face and use him.

You are never bored with Wooyoung around.

He is a very active person and enjoys having fun.

He is playful and loves to cuddle. Wooyoung would enjoy being tied up and restrained, forced to just lay there and take your cunt.

He would make you chase him around and wrestle, tackling you and pressing his nose into your neck and shoulder, breathing in your scent.

Wooyoung loves being taken care of, but he loves taking care of you as much.

He likes to act spoiled and have his head in your lap as you play with his hair as he whisper sweet nothings to you.

He’s one of the calmer hybrids when it comes to you being pregnant, as long as strangers don’t come too close to you, then he may have to step up but as long as they keep their distance it’s not a problem.

He’ll love to play with the pups and help as much as he can, he shows them the do’s and don’ts and how to be a good boy/girl just like their father.

You couldn't ask for anything else from this boy.

Leonberger!hybrid Jongho

Jongho is a big soft yet serious leonberger hybrid.

He loves spending time with you, just doing lazy stuff.

He has no shame when it comes to sex.

He is constantly teasing you and gives you stares.

Jongho is a huge dom.

He likes to take charge and use you.

He likes to tie you up and tease you.

Jongho also loves to praise you for being a good little girl.

Jongho loves eating pussy.

He can do it for hours.

He has a lot of energy and can last forever.

He loves the taste of your juices and can spend the entire night eating you out, his tongue deep inside of you.

He enjoys having you sit on his face and grind your pussy against him.

But to be honest he rather fuck you real good instead, giving you his pups.

He won’t be too protective over you but one wrong move and it’s over, doesn’t like going into conflicts but if he has to he will.

Jongho is an extremely caring hybrid and will always be there to cuddle and comfort you and the puppies, showering you in love and kisses.

He is an absolute giant sweetheart.

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songmingisthighs · 10 months ago

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[12.33] poly!golden retriever!yunho × black lab!mingi × reader

⇀ where your pup boyfriends are just so... them...

⇁ @khjcs LOOK WHAT YOU DID AMY and @starlitmark I MADE IT QIEBDJDND

genre : hybrid!au, poly!au

wc : 1.1k

warning : none

Usually you'd spend the weekend just lounging around, being lazy with your two overgrown pups of boyfriends but unfortunately you had errands to run because work took up the majority of your time on the weekdays so all appointments had to be pushed to Saturday and Sunday.

Though your boyfriends are golden retriever and black labrador hybrids, you were the one who woke up first at the sound of your alarm. But as you moved to turn your alarm off, an arm snaked around your waist and a face was nuzzled into your stomach affectionately.

"What are you doing?" Yunho grumbled as he tightened his grip around your body. You cursed at yourself silently for not being careful when you reached over Yunho to get to your phone. "Sorry Yuyu, go back to sleep," you hushed him, patting his head gently to lull him back to sleep which seem to work because his eyes fluttered his eyes close and his grip around you loosen. With Yunho back asleep, you carefully get out of the bed but still managing to accidentally nudge Mingi's leg slightly, causing his ears to twitch and head shot up in alert. He said nothing as he blinked confusedly at you but after some time of you and he just staring at each other in silence, his eyes drooped and he fell back asleep. With that, you were able to escape and take a shower.

It didn't take long for you to shower but when you opened the bathroom door, you nearly shrieked and slipped when you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriends in the hallway. Yunho was sat with his back on the wall and Mingi had his head on Yunho's lap, fast asleep while Yunho's eyes opened at the sound of you coming out of the bathroom.

"What are you two doing here? You should be in bed," you pouted, crouching down in front of the two to cup Yunho's face in your hands. He smiled and shook his head, "I wanna see you before you leave," then Yunho looked down momentarily at Mingi, "He said he doesn't like the cold bed," and you chuckled at that because it was so incredibly a Mingi thing to say. But still, your boyfriends needed more rest because of their own jobs and you would prefer to see them well rested. So you stood up and motioned for Yunho to grab your hands so you could pull him up and with the movement, Mingi slowly stood up and pressed his face onto your shoulder, having to bend his body due to the height difference and the fact that he was barely conscious. "Back to bed," he mumbled, tugging you along to your shared bedroom only to hear you chuckle and felt you shaking your head, "No baby, you go back to sleep with Yunho, I have somewhere to go to," you patted him on the back as you waved Yunho close to your huddle. Yunho happily wrapped his arms around you and Mingi and you couldn't help but giggle when you got a peek of their wagging tails. "I'll be back sometime later so you boys get some rest, don't forget to eat, be good, and I'll see you soon, okay?"

Once you saw them nod at your words (Yunho with understanding and Mingi with sadness), you gave them both long kisses on their heads and shooed them back into your shared room, patting their butts affectionately before leaving the apartment once they were settled and you were fully ready to go.

The whole time you were gone doing your errands, you couldn't help but kept a look into your home CCTV from time to time, curious at what the boys were doing. At 10:27, Yunho emerged from the room and immediately planted his butt on the couch, trying to regain some consciousness. At 10:43, Mingi joined Yunho in the living room but instead of sitting on the couch, he spread his blanket and plopped a pillow that looked suspiciously a lot like yours and laid in the middle of it. Then at 11:38, you saw that Yunho and Mingi were lying side by side in the little blanket nest that looked a bit messier than before, talking about what they were going to do until you come back home. At 12:49, you looked into the living room CCTV only to find your boyfriends missing but as you moved the camera, you saw Yunho heating up the leftovers from last night and just as you were about to look for Mingi, his face popped up in the whole frame, almost causing you to drop your phone and scream in public. "I KNOW YOU'RE THERE LOOKING AT US (Y/N) COME BACK HOME, COME BACK HOME NOW PLEASE I WANT YOU HOME, I NEED YOU HOME," he yelled into the camera before getting pushed aside by Yunho who grinned happily at the camera, "Don't mind him baby! You go do your stuff, okay? I miss you! I love you! We're gonna have lunch soon!" It was a good thing that you got a camera that allows you to talk into it because you could see the food he was heating on the stove was starting to smoke and both of your boyfriends were still too focused with the camera. "Yunho, baby! The food!" Thankfully, Yunho zoomed to tend to the food and Mingi got distracted by the chaos so you were able to leave them be.

Your errands ended at around 2 pm and by 2.31, you were already walking back into the apartment.

"I'm home!" You called out as you took off your shoes and by the time your shoe was neatly stored, you heard heavy pads of feet getting louder before you were suddenly pulled into a warm embrace and spun around. Though you were busy squealing and giggling, you were still able to identify that it was Yunho who had greeted you first.

"You're back! You're home!" He said happily as he placed you down and began peppering your face with kisses. If all the affection and skinship didn't make you giddy, surely seeing his tail wagging nonstop with such power that you thought it was going to create a tornado.

Upon letting you go, Yunho stuck by your side quietly, tailing after you as you grab a drink from the fridge, helping you grab a mug and just let you have your time before settling down with you on the couch. As soon as your ass hit the cushion and you finished taking a gulp, Yunho pulled you into his arms and nuzzled your cheek with his.

"I'm so glad you're back now," he sighed happily, like the lovesick... well, puppy he is. You chuckled and patted his fluffy hair in return of his very adorable confession, "I'm glad to be home too, Yuyu. I sae you heating up lunch so I assume you and Mingi had eaten?" He nodded, still not letting go of you, "So what have you two been doing?" "Gaming mostly. Actually, Mingi is-"

As if on cue, your other boyfriend came out of the room designated for his and Yunho's gaming and other nerd things (that you lowkey took pride of as well), grumbling and stomping until he flopped down on the floor with his face on the ground. He looked adorable with his flopped ears and limp tail, seemingly trying to become one with the hardwood floor in his despair.

"I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), GOD, I miss (y/n)," he babbled to himself, not realizing that you had came home. You tried suppressing your laughter while Yunho raised an eyebrow at him, "What are you talking about?" Mingi huffed as he proceeded to lift his upper body from the floor, adjusting his own body position to glare at Yunho only to realize that you were sitting on the couch, looking at him with such fond eyes. "(Y/N)!" he screeched before practically leaping into your arms, carelessly throwing his body on you and Yunho who got kneed in the stomach. His scolds towards Mingi fell on deaf ears because despite being nagged that he should have been more careful, Mingi was too busy trying to fit himself in your lap while smothering you with kisses as he told you time and time again how much he missed you.

Never would you have ever known that being suffocated to death with affection was better than, well, anything else. And you have your two excitable boyfriends to thank.

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leirastar · 24 days ago

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new world | chapter 8

Pairing: Ot8 Ateez x reader AU: fantasy AU | stranger -> mates Summary: A tragic accident left you unable to use your wings and, with that, claimed your father's life, leaving you in the care of your noble uncle. In Hala, a house of eight kingdoms, each boasting its own wonders, you never imagined that amidst the pain, you would also fall—this time, in love. Word Count: 4k | 17 minutes A/n: I'M BACK! this is the best chapter i've written so far although it is quite...scary hihi. i also decided to change my username!! Warning: violence (physical assault, knife wounds), blood, injury, threats, emotional distress, storm, suspense, disturbing content, danger, manipulation

The storm had rolled in without warning, the kind that seemed to devour the world in sheets of rain and roaring winds. Thunder rumbled deep and low, as if the earth itself was groaning, and the wind howled through the trees, bending them to its will. You sat curled near the window, your knees drawn to your chest as you watched the rain lash violently against the glass. Each drop exploded on impact, a thousand tiny reminders of how fragile the barrier was between you and the chaos outside. The air in the room felt heavy—like the storm wasn’t just outside, but pressing into the walls, seeping into the cracks and corners, creeping closer with every distant flash of lightning.

It had only been a few days since Yunho left.

Time had stretched since then, moving sluggishly, dragging you along with it. The memory of his presence clung to the room, an invisible ghost that refused to fade. You could almost see him now, standing by the door, dripping from the rain, his coat weighed down and his shoulders slumped as if the storm itself had carried him here. He hadn’t said much that night—Yunho was always sparing with his words—but the way he looked at you said everything he couldn’t. Eyes soft but tired, as though he were asking you for something he couldn’t name.

The last storm had felt different, though. There had been a strange comfort in it, as if it was ushering him toward you, not driving him away. You had watched him wring water from his sleeves, his hair plastered to his forehead, and you’d laughed despite the tension in the air, offering him a towel you knew he’d refuse at first, insisting he was fine. He always did that—tried to be stronger than he needed to be.

But now, the storm felt cruel. There was no gentle promise of someone appearing at your door. Only the emptiness of the room, the silence made louder by the cacophony outside. The glass rattled faintly under the force of the wind, and you wondered if it could shatter, if the storm could simply sweep you away, erase the space Yunho had once occupied, and leave nothing behind.

You leaned your forehead against your knees, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to steady yourself. It was just a storm, you told yourself—just rain and wind and noise. But your heart ached in your chest, and deep down, you knew the truth: storms like this didn’t just pass through. They left things broken. Torn apart. And you couldn’t help but wonder if Yunho knew that too when he walked away.

Flashback

The knock on your door had been sharp, almost frantic, cutting through the low rumble of thunder that had been steadily growing closer. You hurried to answer, your heart leaping in your chest, hands fumbling with the latch. When you finally pulled it open, the gust of wind that blew in stole the breath from your lungs, carrying with it the sharp chill of rain and the storm’s raw, electric energy.

And standing there, like he had walked straight out of the storm itself, was Yunho.

“Yunho?” you breathed, stunned, your voice barely carrying over the howl of the wind.

He stood in the doorway, drenched from head to toe. Water streamed down the length of his muted gray cloak, pooling on the wooden floor beneath him. His dark hair hung in soaked strands across his face, plastered to his forehead and cheeks, and the heavy fabric clung to his broad frame like the weight of the storm itself.

Droplets rolled from his jaw, dripping steadily from his chin, and despite the wildness of his appearance, his golden-brown eyes met yours—steady, calm—unshaken by the chaos that surrounded him.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the storm raging behind him, the wind howling as though trying to sweep him back out into the darkness. Then he stepped inside, water pooling where he stood.

“Yunho, oh my—” You reached for him instinctively, pulling him further inside before the storm could tear him away. “You’re soaked!”

“It’s just rain,” he murmured, as if the water running off him and the weight of his clothes didn’t matter at all.

“It’s freezing,” you snapped, half out of concern and half out of disbelief that he could even say something like that. “What were you thinking, coming here in this weather?”

He didn’t answer immediately, and it only made your worry grow as you shut the door behind him with a heavy thud. The room, which had felt so small and quiet before, now seemed to expand with his presence, filled with the sound of the storm battering the walls outside and the sharp drip of water falling from his cloak.

“Take it off,” you said, not unkindly, tugging at the heavy cloak hanging from his shoulders. “You’re going to catch a fever, Yunho.”

There was a hesitation before he relented, his strong hands reaching up to unclasp the soaked fabric. You helped him shrug it off, grimacing at the sheer weight of it as it slumped into your arms like an unwelcome guest. “This is soaked through,” you muttered, carrying it to hang near the hearth. “You must have been flying for hours.”

Yunho didn’t respond, at least not right away. He stood there, water still dripping onto the floor, his broad shoulders sagging slightly as though he were finally letting himself feel the toll of the journey. He seemed almost out of place—like something wild that had wandered into your small, warm home. You glanced back at him and sighed. “Come closer to the fire. You’re going to freeze standing there.”

He moved quietly, sinking down onto the hearth’s edge without complaint, stretching his long frame toward the flames. You knelt beside him, stirring the embers until the fire leapt higher, flames crackling as they licked up the fresh log you’d thrown on. Warmth began to creep back into the room, chasing away the sharp chill the storm had brought in.

Yunho didn’t say a word as he sat there, his arms resting on his knees, hands dangling loosely. The firelight painted his features in gold, softening the sharp edges of his jaw and the faint crease between his brows. He looked tired—more than tired. He looked worn.

You stood up, grabbing a dry towel from the small shelf nearby, and returned to kneel in front of him. “Here,” you said, unfolding it. “Dry your hair before you get sick.”

He blinked at you, as if surprised, but didn’t resist when you reached up and gently pressed the towel against his soaked hair. The strands were still icy cold, and you frowned, shaking your head. “What were you thinking, Yunho? You shouldn’t have been out there in this kind of weather. It’s dangerous.”

His gaze distant, as though part of him had been left out there in the storm. Yunho had always been quiet, his presence like a still lake, but tonight something about him felt…unsettled. The silence was heavier than usual.

You took a seat beside him, the fire crackling between you as it filled the silence. The rain pounded against the roof in a steady rhythm, the wind still howling beyond the walls. It felt as though the storm had wrapped itself around your small home, refusing to let go.

Finally, Yunho spoke, his voice low, nearly lost in the sound of rain. “I like that you worry about me.”

Your hands stilled, the towel slipping slightly as you glanced up at him. “What?”

He turned his head just slightly to meet your eyes, the firelight reflecting in his gaze, warm and steady. “Because it means you cared enough to miss me.”

The confession hit you in a way you didn’t expect, something tightening in your chest as the storm outside seemed to pull away. You swallowed, trying to hold back the emotion threatening to spill over. “Of course I care, Yunho,” you whispered.

“Why are you here?” you asked softly, not to demand an answer but to understand.

He glanced at you, the firelight catching in his golden-brown eyes, giving them an almost ethereal glow. “Because you’re here.”

The words settled between you like a fragile thing, unspoken feelings curling in their shadows. Yunho leaned back against the wall, his hands loosely resting on his knee, though you could see the tension in his shoulders—the kind of tension that never fully went away.

“It’s been weeks,” you murmured, almost afraid to break the stillness. “I thought—”

“I’ve been busy,” he interrupted, his voice low but gentle. His words brushed the surface of the truth without revealing what lay beneath.

You frowned faintly but let it go, your gaze drifting to the fire as the flames flickered and danced. For a while, neither of you spoke. The storm raged outside, a relentless force, but in here, the world was quiet save for the crackling of the fire. Its warmth seeped into your skin, settling the chill in your bones, though nothing could touch the ache that had begun to build in your chest.

Yunho’s breathing was steady beside you, and when you glanced at him, you saw the shadows of exhaustion carved into his features. The firelight painted him in soft gold, his sharp edges blurring into something gentler, something more familiar.

“You look tired,” you said softly, more observation than accusation.

He didn’t look at you. “It’s been a long journey.”

You hesitated before reaching for the kettle by the fire, pouring tea into the two cups that sat nearby. Yunho watched you this time, his expression unreadable but his gaze steady, following every small movement. When you handed him the cup, he accepted it without a word, cradling it between his large hands as though letting the warmth sink in.

A heavy pause lingered between you both, unspoken truths pressing at the edges. You sipped your tea, the steam curling gently into the air, a fleeting reminder of comfort. Yunho finally spoke, his voice softer this time. “I need to leave again soon.”

The words settled into the quiet like a stone dropped into water, their weight rippling through the stillness.

“Where will you go?” you asked after a beat, your voice almost too soft to hear.

“Charadyn,” he replied, his tone matter-of-fact, though it didn’t stop the ache that spread through you. “I’m needed.”

“And after that?” you pressed, though you already knew the answer.

Yunho’s gaze softened as he looked at you again, his voice gentler this time. “I’ll come back.”

You stared at him, at the faint curve of his lips that wasn’t quite a smile, at the firelight that danced across his features. It was a promise—one spoken with such quiet conviction that it made your chest ache. And yet, part of you couldn’t shake the fear that promises made in the midst of storms didn’t always hold.

He must have seen the doubt in your eyes, because Yunho leaned just slightly closer, his voice so quiet it was barely more than a whisper.

“I always come back to you.”

The words anchored you, as steady as the man beside you. You didn’t answer, but Yunho seemed to know. Slowly, you leaned closer, hesitating for only a moment before resting your head against his shoulder. Yunho didn’t move, his breathing steady and calm as he let you settle beside him.

Yunho broke the silence first, his voice quieter than before. “Sometimes I wonder if I stayed too long.”

You turned to him, your brows knitting together. “Why?”

His gaze lingered on the fire, the flames reflecting in his golden eyes, flickering with something unreadable. “Because I knew you’d make it harder to leave.”

The confession hit you like a weight, your chest tightening as his words sank in. Yunho didn’t look at you when he said it, his expression carefully neutral, but you could hear the truth in his voice—soft and unsteady, a whisper of something he didn’t dare say out loud.

“Yunho…” you murmured, searching for words you couldn’t find.

He finally looked at you then, his gaze holding yours like an anchor. The room felt smaller, the storm quieter, as though it too had paused to listen. For a moment, it felt like he might say something more, like the space between you could be bridged with just one word—one movement.

You set your tea down and leaned into him, your head resting gently against his shoulder. For a moment, he didn’t move, but then you felt the slightest shift, his arm resting around you with careful hesitance, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed this.

And in his hands, the weight of the day suddenly hit you all at once, and a yawn escaped your lips. Your eyes began to flutter shut, and you blinked, trying to chase away the drowsiness creeping in.

“Rest, my love,” he murmured, his voice like a quiet hum in the stillness. “I’ll stay here till you sleep.”

The words wrapped around you like a blanket, easing the tightness in your chest as you allowed your eyes to flutter closed. Yunho stayed perfectly still, his warmth and the soft rhythm of his breathing grounding you like an anchor.

And just as you began to drift into the quiet pull of sleep, you felt it—a soft press of lips against your forehead, light as a whisper but carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken things. A spark flickered through you, brief but electric, chasing away the last lingering chill from the storm.

You wanted to open your eyes, to say something, but you couldn’t. Yunho didn’t pull away, staying there as the fire crackled and the storm howled outside, and you let yourself sink deeper into sleep, safe in the warmth of his presence.

Present

The memory slipped away, leaving only the storm outside and the silence inside. You pressed a hand to your chest, feeling the cool weight of the pendant Yunho had given you days before—a lifeline, a promise he would come back. You missed him. More than you’d ever admit, even to yourself.

In the days since he had left, the house had felt quieter, emptier. Your uncle had visited a couple of times, bringing with him small comforts—a loaf of bread, a bottle of honeyed tea—but his presence, while kind, had never lingered long. He always seemed to glance at you with quiet understanding, as if he knew the weight you were carrying but couldn’t find the words to ease it.

And then there were the letters from Yunho. A handful of them had arrived over the past few weeks, carried by owls that had braved the cold winds and sharp rain to deliver them. The sound of their wings against the window at dawn had startled you the first time, but now you almost looked forward to it, searching the skies in the early mornings for a shadow on the horizon.

The writing had been Yunho’s, his penmanship careful yet hurried, as if he had written them in the midst of something urgent. The words were simple, but they had been enough to keep you tethered: I’m safe. I’ll come back soon. Another had arrived two days later, shorter still but somehow sweeter: Don’t worry about me. I miss you.

The last letter sat on the table now, its edges slightly crumpled from where your thumb had lingered over the page. Yunho’s words had been hastier this time, written with ink that smudged faintly in places, as though his hand had been shaking or rushed: I hope you’re warm. I’ll be there before you know it.

You had read those words more times than you could count, holding onto them like an anchor. But tonight, even the comfort of Yunho’s letters couldn’t ease the weight in your chest. The fire had burned low, the light barely enough to hold back the shadows, and the storm outside roared as though it might swallow the world whole.

Then came the knock.

It shattered the stillness like a crack of lightning, loud and deliberate. You jumped, your pulse racing, fingers tightening reflexively around the pendant.

It came again—three sharp knocks, purposeful, as though someone was waiting for you.

Who would be here in a storm like this?

“Yunho?” you whispered under your breath, a ridiculous flicker of hope sparking in your chest. You hurried to the door, pausing only to steady your breath before pulling it open.

But there was no one there.

The wind howled, whipping through the trees, rain soaking the ground at your feet. You leaned out slightly, peering into the dark. “Hello?” you called.

Silence.

You stepped back, shutting the door firmly behind you, your fingers trembling. Then a sharp crash sounded from behind you—the window had blown open. Curtains flailed wildly, the wind carrying sprays of rain into the room. You rushed to close it, your heart pounding.

The back door slammed open next.

You froze.

The silence after was unbearable, the air thick with tension.

“We finally meet,” a deep voice intoned, slow and deliberate, each word drawn out as though he were savoring the moment.

The voice startled you, low and chillingly calm, cutting through the sound of the storm outside. Sharply, you turned toward the dining room, the storm outside suddenly seeming distant.

And there he was.

A man sat casually at your table, legs crossed as though he’d been there all along. His features were young, sharp, and unnervingly handsome, but there was something off about him—something you couldn’t quite place. A smile curved his lips, too pleasant, too practiced.

His smile widened as his sharp gaze swept over you, lingering just a little too long. “You’re a pretty one,” he murmured, his tone smooth, almost admiring.

You didn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Every instinct screamed at you to run, but your feet felt rooted to the floor.

“Who… who are you?”

The man tilted his head, his smile never wavering. “Oh you know, just a traveler. Though I’d say your door was a bit difficult to get through.”

“You broke in,” you said, your voice trembling.

He shrugged lightly. “A formality, really.” He leaned back, his sharp gaze sweeping over you, lingering just a moment too long.

“Shame, I thought he’d hide you better.”

You stiffened. “Who?”

“Oh, you know who.” His eyes glinted, the smile widening ever so slightly.

“Yunho.”

Your chest tightened painfully. He knows Yunho.

“What do you want?” you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady.

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he tilted his head and unfolded himself from the chair, his movements slow and deliberate, every step he took drawing him closer. You stumbled back instinctively, your heart thundering in your ears.

“You’re important, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice almost admiring. “He wouldn’t have gone to so much trouble if you weren’t.”

Your back hit the wall, and you flinched as he closed the distance. He approached, every step measured, closing the distance between you far too quickly. He stopped just short of you, his presence suffocating. The storm outside seemed quieter now, as though it too were holding its breath.

“What… do you want?” you repeated.

You flinched as he reached into his coat and withdrew a slender, gleaming knife. The metal caught the faint glow of lightning streaking through the window, its edge ironed and sharp.

“Hmm… I wonder.” he hummed thoughtfully, almost to himself, the knife spinning lazily between his fingers.

“Shall I hurt the pretty mate of the king?” His tone was almost thoughtful as he tilted the thin, ironed knife in his hand, its edge catching the faint glow of lightning outside.

“Wouldn’t that be something?”

With deliberate slowness, he lowered it, the blade grazing the skin at the curve of your jaw—just enough to sting, just enough to make you freeze.

The edge of the blade met your skin—cold, grazing along your jawline at a delicate angle. Your pulse pounded painfully in your ears, and you forced yourself not to flinch, not to give him the satisfaction.

“A little cut on your pretty face wouldn’t bother you, right, my dear?” He tilted his head, watching your reaction, his smile never faltering.

“Sweetheart?”

His voice was a murmur, far too calm for the situation. You flinched as the blade’s edge pressed just slightly deeper—not enough to cut, but enough to promise he could.

You forced yourself not to move, not to give him the satisfaction of seeing your fear, but your heartbeat roared in your ears.

“You’re a pretty one,” he added after a moment, his voice dropping lower, almost a whisper. “Wouldn’t want to get hurt.”

The knife’s edge lifted, and you exhaled sharply, relief warring with terror. The man straightened, his smile widening into something far more dangerous as he stepped back just enough to let you breathe.

“What… do you want?”

The storm outside seemed to rage harder, the windows rattling as though the house itself feared the man’s presence. Your chest heaved as you stared at him, your mind screaming at you to move, to fight, to do something.

He was still too close, that cruel blade grazing the line of your jaw, his dark smile lingering like a shadow.

“Tell King Yunho he’s running out of time,” he murmured, his voice dripping with venomous satisfaction.

And then something snapped inside you.

With a sharp intake of breath, you lashed out, shoving him with all the strength you could muster. His balance faltered just slightly, his smile twisting into a surprised sneer. You seized the moment, grabbing the first thing you could—a heavy iron candlestick from the nearby table—and swung it toward him.

The impact wasn’t clean, but it was enough. The edge of the candlestick struck his shoulder, and he grunted, staggering back a step. His dark coat was torn, and a thin line of red bloomed where you’d hit him.

“You little—” His voice cut off as he surged forward. Before you could react, his hand shot out, shoving you back hard.

The air left your lungs in a painful rush as you slammed against the wall. Your head spun, the hard impact leaving stars in your vision. You tried to push yourself up, but he was already there, pinning you in place with terrifying ease.

His face was inches from yours now, his eyes cold and glittering, his cruel smile returning. “I was going to let you go, you know.” He tilted his head, voice mocking. “But this? This feels like it counts for something, doesn’t it?”

Your heart thundered as he reached into his coat again. This time, he withdrew a dagger—thinner than the last, its blade sleek and gleaming with an unnatural purple sheen. It caught the dim light like poison.

“Let’s give her a little something to remember me by,” he murmured, almost to himself, his voice calm and sickeningly sweet.

You barely had time to react before the cold kiss of the blade pressed against your cheek. The skin stung instantly where it grazed you, a faint burn left in its wake. You gasped sharply, jerking your head back, but there was no escaping him.

“Shh, don’t squirm now,” he said, his tone dripping mockery as the blade lingered, the purple sheen staining your skin. The burning sensation spread faintly, like ice creeping beneath the surface.

And then, as if to add insult to injury, he shoved you back hard—your head thudded against the wall once more, and the world swam dizzily. You slumped to the floor, your body heavy, your cheek throbbing where the blade had touched it.

Through blurred vision, you saw him crouch slightly, his smile widening into something truly cruel as he tilted his head. “Looks like it worked, doesn’t it?”

Your breathing came ragged as his voice dropped to a whisper.

“See you soon.”

And with that, he stood, his silhouette blurring as he turned toward the shadows, the storm roaring louder as if swallowing him whole. The last thing you heard was the slow, deliberate sound of his boots as he disappeared, leaving only silence and the faint burn of the blade on your cheek.

The man’s words echoed in your mind, over and over, until they were all you could hear:

“Tell King Yunho he’s running out of time.”

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yuyubeans · 9 months ago

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pillow princess

pairing: needy mingi

genre: fluff

wc: ??

As the evening started to settle in, mingi found himself craving attention, watched as you, immersed yourself in a book, seemingly nearly oblivious to his presence. Annoyance bubbled up within him, and he couldn't resist the urge to whine for attention.

"baby~" he called out, his tone tinged with frustration and desperation.

looking up from your book, a hint of irritation flashing across in your eyes at the interruption, it took you months to find this book, what did he want. "What is it, mingi?" you said, trying to mask your slight annoyance.

"I'm bored, and needy" he complained, a pout on his plush lips.

all you did was sigh, setting the book aside for a moment, giving him your full attention. "What do you want to do?" you huffed, trying to be patient.

"I don't know" shrugging his shoulders. "I just want you to pay attention to me."

you couldn't help but roll your eyes, you knew how important it was to make time for your relationship, it's just this book- that's when It dinged

"how about we cuddle, and I play an audio book in the background hmm princess?"

quickly grinned as he jumped into the bed, curling into your lap, inhaling your sweet scent, with a soft smile, she reached out and turned on the audio book "Okay baby, now it's us time okay?" you said, annoyance melting away as you slowly played with his hair, happy whines heard in return, spending the evening reconnecting and enjoying each other's company.

a/n: this is saur cute

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beenbaanbuun · 6 months ago

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jewels w/ song mingi

words - 🤷‍♂️

genre - fluff

warnings - magpie hybrid!mingi, human!reader, pierced!mingi, unpierced!reader, i think that’s it? i don’t actually think there’s many warnings other than that

not proof read

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there’s a bang from the hallway outside your apartment, followed swiftly by the sound of something smashing. “shit,” a deep voice calls out, the frustrated cadence of the word not at all muffled by the four walls of your living space. perhaps it’s testament to how poor the building standards are in your neighbourhood, and it’s definitely testament to how much you’re being overcharged for the cruddy apartment by your neglectful landlord. neither of those issues really seem relevant right now, though. not when your boyfriend has just knocked over the no doubt expensive vase that lives on the cabinet in the corridor. there goes another chunk of your deposit, you think to yourself as you push yourself from the sofa and aim your body in the direction of the front door.

because realistically, although there are no cameras in the hall to catch your mingi’s clumsiness at work, your landlord always seems more than happy to place the blame of any breakages on the precious man. not the dog-hybrid that lives across the hall with the hyperactive tail and penchant for playing catch with himself in the hallway, or the mother of three kids who has about as much control over them as you do the weather. no, it’s never them.

maybe it’s because magpie’s are seen to be thieving little creatures, although mingi has stolen little else other than your underwear from time to time, or maybe it’s just the species’ well documented clumsiness. whatever the reason, your landlady has a vendetta against him, and while she isn’t always right, you’re regretful to admit that this time, she definitely is.

“mingi!” you yell as you make your way to the front door. honestly, you see no point in hiding the perpetrator of this act of mindless clumsiness from your neighbour’s this time; not when he’s already loudly announced himself with his earlier exclamation of surprise. it’s actually rather more freeing than your regular approach of ‘this will never be mentioned again; no one knows it was you.’ this time, at least you have the room to be angry about your deposit slipping away before your eyes.

you tug the door open with a ferocity rarely seen from you, sticking your head into the liminal space to see the damage done. it’s not really a surprise when you see the white haired man standing cluelessly over a pile of broken ceramic, wings timidly tucked behind his back as he stares down at his blunder. a heavy sigh leaves your lips as you desperately try to cool your annoyance. while it might help rid you of the negativity bubbling inside of you, shouting at the poor guy isn’t going to help the situation.

his gaze flicks up as he hears you step into the corridor, the door to the apartment shutting gently behind you. there’s a sheepish frown on his face, the two spiked horseshoes that rest on his bottom lip glinting in the flickering overhead light. maybe your landlady should spend more money replacing lightbulbs than she does decorating with expensive objects that she knows will only be damaged over time. you watch the piercings flip side to side as his tongue anxiously plays with them in a desperate attempt to quell his nerves. it’s mirrored in the way he twists his rings and the way his eyebrow bar wobbles as his forehead scrunches up nervously.

another sigh.

“mingi,” your voice is a lot calmer this time, not wanting to make the already skittish hybrid even more so, “what happened, baby?”

upon hearing the nickname, his shoulders relax, his fingers stop fidgeting and his snake bites finally become static in his lip. you wouldn’t possibly call him that if you were mad; it would be all ‘song mingi’ this and ‘song mingi’ that. baby is reserved for when he’s being good, and you called him baby so therefore you can’t be mad.

“my wings,” he says, “they must have been flitting about on their own and they knocked the vase,” the shards on the floor make a pretty sound as he toes at them with the stainless steal tip of his shoe. it too glimmers under the annoying hallway light, and you have to restrain yourself from insisting that you continue this discussion inside where you can escape the incessant flickering.

but something that he says replays in your brain, pulling your attention away from the broken bulb. it’s nothing big, just a habit of his that you’d picked up on within a few months of knowing him. the way his wings twitch and rearrange themselves seemingly on their own whenever he’s excited is one of your favourite qualities of his. it makes him so easy to read, even when he’s trying to act all cool and stoic like he so often does. it’s adorable, the way the silky black feathers flutter behind his back as if he can’t quite keep all of his emotions inside of him, and you tell him so every time it happens.

“you’re excited about something?” you ask, taking a step closer to him.

“no,” he answers far too quick for you to believe him, “what makes you say that?”

“your wings?”

“shit.”

you can’t help the smirk on your face as he screws his face up in regret. it’s clear that he forgot about how much you adore his silly little habit and everything it means.

you take yet another step closer.

“what are you excited about?” you purr curiously as mingi does everything in his power to avoid your gaze. those big black eyes that you adore so much seem to look everywhere except your face; it amuses you to no end. you take yet another step closer, only this time with a wide grin on your lips. “tell me!”

“it’s nothing important,” he deflects, shrugging his shoulders at you. it’s hard to resist the urge to giggle when his wings replicate the movement.

you take one final step, the ceramic crunching beneath the sole of your slippers as you take yourself chest to chest with him. there’s no escaping your gaze when you’re standing so close to him; his eyes find your face immediately, his large black pupils growing to take up even more space in the whites of his eye. from this angle, it almost looks like the entirety of his eyes are black, but as he flits his gaze from one side of your face to the other, you can see the slightest peek of his whites in the corners. it’s his wordless way of saying ‘i love you’, although you’re not entirely sure if he’s aware of just how often it happens.

“it’s important to me,” you whisper, shuffling impossibly closer until you’re toe-to-toe with him. even without his heavy-duty platforms on, he stands a good few inches taller than you, but you don’t mind the awkward, only slightly painful angle that you have to hold your neck at. in fact, you almost find it too silly not to smile at, standing there staring up at your overgrown birdie like a chick begging for a worm from its mother. he must too, because despite his nerves over the vase and the secret exciting thing he’s desperate to keep hidden, he bears his teeth at you in a matching grin.

“you always say the things i do are important to you,” he comments.

“because they are!” you reply with a simple fact. mingi is very, very important to you.

he hums, pursing his lips in contemplation. the temptation to lean up and kiss him is strong, but your curiosity gets the better of you; you need to know what he’s excited about or the anticipation might just kill you.

“i got you a present,” he eventually says, “it’s nothing big; i know you said cut down on the jewellery for a while.”

“i have nowhere left to store it all!”

“your body?”

“and look like a walking, talking hunk of metal? i don’t think so,” you can barely tell with his pupils so big, but he rolls his eyes.

so cute…

“i like to have all my precious things in one place,” he murmurs through a pout. the sentiment makes your heart skip a beat; it’s always nice to be told you’re just as precious to your loved ones as they are to you. “but i only got you one necklace this time—”

“mingi!” you scoff out a chuckle.

“shush!” he leans forward to ‘peck’ you gently with the tip of his nose. it’s more sweet than anything, but you take it how he wants you to; a gentle scold that would put any other scoundrel in their place. you make a show of zipping your lips with your fingers, twisting the lock once you reach the corner, and tossing the key onto the floor to sit amongst the rubble. perhaps the way you stomp on the invisible object and smush it into the floor with your foot is a little dramatic, but you do it anyway. the magpie can’t exactly complain; he isn’t exactly on brian cox’s level of theatrics himself. “a single necklace and a pair of earrings.”

a pair of earrings?

your hand flies up to your ear to double check what you know to be true; yep! definitely no piercing there. just a plan old earlobe untouched by the terrifying metal needles that you’ve seen enter mingi’s skin time and time again. usually it’s the one getting the body-mod that would faint, but you’ve woken up in a chair with a concerned boyfriend hanging over you more than a few times. it’s safe to say you’ve never even considered it, let alone somehow subconsciously gone and done it.

a pair of earrings… why?

“but—”

“no piercings,” mingi finishes your sentence with a knowing glint in his eyes. “that’s why they’re clip on,” he looks so proud of himself, his wings fluttering gently over his shoulders. the oil-like feathers reflect the annoying lightbulb too, but this time you rather like the way it illuminates them. perhaps if you beg hard enough he’ll let you groom his wings tonight. it’s not the right time of month just yet, but you’re sure with the right amount of puppy eyes you can get him to give in. what you wouldn’t do just to feel them beneath your fingers, silky and soft. “we can match, my pretty little treasure.”

a soft sigh leaves your lips, parting them ever so slightly.

“yeah,” you nod, “i’d like that, my pretty little magpie.”

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #mingi x reader #ateez hybrid #mingi fluff

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domm1etae · 6 months ago

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𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒫𝓊𝓇𝓇𝓈

mingi x y/n x yunho

oneshot | mdni

604 words

Yunho, a human, experiences intense pleasure as feline hybrids Y/N and Mingi take turns stimulating him

nsfw tags under

kitty hybrids, m/m/t, yunho, mingi, y/n , threesome, oral sex, gagging, nipple play, nipple sucking, nipple licking, purring, deepthroating, polyamory, cock tease

In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with the sound of heavy breathing and the soft purring of two hybrid kitties, Y/N and Mingi. Their human partner, Yunho, lay sprawled on the bed, his body trembling with anticipation as the two feline hybrids took turns lavishing attention on his throbbing length. The rough texture of their tongues dragged along his sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Yunho’s hands found their way to the hybrids' heads, fingers scratching gently between their ears, right where he knew they were most sensitive. It was a small reward, a tender gesture of gratitude for the pleasure they were giving him. Mingi closed his eyes, leaning into the touch with a contented purr, while Y/N, feeling bolder and more confident, decided to take things a step further.

With a soft moan, Y/N wrapped their lips around the tip of Yunho’s cock, suckling gently as if savoring the sweetest treat. The sensation was overwhelming, and Yunho’s hips bucked instinctively, pushing his cock deeper into Y/N’s warm, wet mouth. The sudden movement made Y/N’s eyes flutter as the cockhead hit the back of their throat, but they didn’t pull away. Instead, they relaxed, letting Yunho slide even deeper, their throat muscles contracting around the thick length.

Y/N’s performance was nothing short of obscene. They knew how to deepthroat with ease, but they made sure to add a show of gagging and drooling, letting the spit trail messily from their lips as they moaned around Yunho’s cock. The older hybrid’s eyes rolled back, their purring intensifying as they worked their mouth skillfully, eager to please their human partner.

Mingi watched with a grin, enjoying the sight of Y/N working Yunho over. Not wanting to be left out, he leaned in closer, his clawed fingers tracing over Yunho’s chest before finding his nipples. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Mingi began to tease the sensitive buds, pinching and tugging just enough to make Yunho gasp.

“Fuck, Mingi!” Yunho cried out, his back arching off the bed as the dual sensations of Y/N’s skilled mouth and Mingi’s teasing fingers overwhelmed him. The sharp, pleasurable pain from his nipples sent shocks through his body, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to hold on.

Yunho's hand shot out to grab Mingi’s wrist, desperate to stop the torment before it pushed him over the edge. But the smirk on Mingi’s face told Yunho he was enjoying every moment of their play, knowing exactly how to drive their human to the brink of ecstasy. Y/N, meanwhile, continued to bob their head, their purrs vibrating around Yunho’s cock as they sucked with a fervor that made Yunho’s heart race.

The room was filled with the sound of Yunho’s moans and the hybrids’ purring, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls. Every touch, every lick, every tug on his nipples drove Yunho closer to his limit, until he could hardly think, only feel.

With one final, desperate cry, Yunho’s body tensed as he was pushed over the edge, his orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. Y/N swallowed greedily, their throat working to take everything Yunho gave, while Mingi’s hands finally stilled, allowing Yunho to ride out the intense waves of pleasure.

As the room slowly returned to quiet, Yunho lay panting, his body still trembling from the intensity of it all. The hybrids, satisfied with their work, curled up beside him, their soft purring a comforting lullaby as Yunho drifted into a blissful sleep, completely spent and utterly content.

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jjcanwrite · 1 month ago

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Under The Moonlight /|\ An ateez × reader fic

Under The Moonlight ~ Chapter I

Pairing: OT8Demi-wolfAteez! × HumanReader! (Mingi focus in this chapter)

Sypnosis: It's about midwinter in the forest you reside in, that time of year where it's absolutely beautiful to watch in during the day but the worst frustration to go through at night. A forgotten lanter turns into a forgotten home, and you quickly find yourself in the tight grip of none other than Song Mingi, a young wolf in the pack you met a few months ago, who has every intention to bring you back to the pack's closing and finally keep you there..~

Series content warnings!: heavy but not dark concepts like violence, insecurities, mental health, slight depictions of gore, mentions of blades, etc - Polygamy - Eventually smut- Animalistic/hybrid tendencies e.i, marking, heats/ruts, scents/scenting, clingy behavior, growling, the boys do have tails,ears,and heightened senses, ect. - Reader does develop some kind of animal mindset after marking (this will be elaborated on later. It's kind of like a second sex but..not.)

Chapter warnings: Kidnapping (but not really.) - very, VERY slight threatening behavior from Mingi (reader doesn't feel threatened, just startled), Joong is kinds mad at Mingi towards the end but not majorly, overall this chapter is pretty tame 🧍‍♀️

A/N: I will be making separate posts about how this universe works!! Please feel free to ask any and all questions because I will give them an answer 🙂‍↕️

Word count:1500-1600

Your feet are gentle on the smooth stones of your cottages path, the air is chilly and slow as it is every harvest season. The problem is, it's dark, really dark.

Maybe it's just the trees and all their leaves that are blocking out the moonlight, but the sky is also cloudy and hazed. The wind in the air is absent, but you can see your breath get wipped into a white cloud of cold smoke with every exhale.

You usually wouldn't even be out at this time of night, especially not at this time of year, and you wouldn't be out now if it wasn't for that stupid lamp you left out early that evening.

It's just entering winter, which means it's time to collect all of the lost hay, lamps, and clear out this year's harvests (which really isn't much for you considering that you live close enough to the village to attend the market). But, this time of year it's also hunting season. For..the wolf's, that is.

Now, you normally aren't very fearful of the demi-wolfs in your area, they're actually quite peaceful and friendly if you take the time to get to know them, but..it's different during hunting season. They hunt for all kinds of things, food, shelter, mates, more food. They just hunt, that's what the season is for! But, they almost enter a state of ferality during this time of year. The thoughts become more primal, more instintual and the pack near you, which also happened to be the pack you were closest with, had made it clear the year before that you could never be to sure if they looked at you with intentions of eating you or marking you as their own.

It was..the ateez pack..or something. You didn't really remember. Most of them seemed much more interested in the warm, peachy scent you radiated rather than anything they felt the need to say.

You figured most things out yourself from the eldest two, who had rightfully informed you of all the information you needed. The wolf's names, how they handled the changing of the seasons, their positions and responsibilities within the pack. Honestly, you weren't sure why they told you all of this, they talked to you as if you were the newest addition to their group and while you flattered, you did think it was a tad odd for them to warm up to you so quickly. Especially one of the younger ones..

Mingi, that was his name. He was the most intimidating looking out of the eight of them. He was tall, well built, but could not keep his mouth shut to save his life. He was also a bit handsy..not in a rude way, of course! But more that he often tended to forget the aspect of personal space. He always had a hand on you, your shoulder, your thigh, your hair, sometimes even drifting down to lock his fingers in with yours. You yourself didn't mind that much, but it always seemed to annoying the rest of the pack members with how touchy he was.

Another thing you learned about Mingi was that he was also rumored to wander about at night the most. "Couldn't sleep", is what he'd always tell you when you found him just a few couple trees outside of your cottage, sometimes you'd even catch San wandering around with him. It did freak you out the first one or two times, but you knew the clumsy giant didn't mean any harm, so you just let him wander without much question.

When you had finally made it to your small lamp left ontop of a tree stump a gentle sigh of relief fell from your lips, you hand quickly grabbing hold of the handle and pulling it up above your head so you could finally see properly-

but your hand never made contact.

The already dying flame burst into nothing but soft smoke, the overpowering scent of oak wood and sage found its way into your nostrils, the smallest hint of sea salt and an aggressive spike of spice filled your senses in a strong gust of wind. An arm came to strongly wrap around your waist, pulling you back and against a tall, firm chest. You knew it the second you had smelt him, it was Mingi, but something was different about his scent. Everything that was normally there still was, but the spice was new. His scent was normally very calm and musky but the spice in it was aggravated and new. Not to mention the wolf-boy's hold on you was much firmer than it usually was. He usually held you like an expensive peice of glass, something that needed to be held with care or would immediately shatter, but the hold he had on you now was that of posession..it was like he was afraid to let you go, afraid to loose your form against his.

His breathing was stuffy and heavy, his ears were pointed and stood tall, and his tail flicked insatiable behind him. There was an underlying growl in his chest, not one you could hear but one you could feel against your back. His hands twitched, clenching and unclenching around the fabric of your clothes. Before you could even process everything correctly he had stuffed his face into the crook of your neck, a small whine leaving him at your scent.

You could feel his canines poke at his lower lip, the low, desperate whine in his throat making it clear how much he was struggling not to dig the enamle into your soft skin.

You just smelt so damn good. He couldn't think properly, all of his thoughts jumbled and incoherent. With how you fit so perfectly into his arms, how your body felt pressed against his, how you smelt against his nose, the only thing he could thing about was taking you back home and keeping you there forever. You were his. You belonged to the pack. He had scented you ages ago which you hadn't noticed yet. It was widely known that demi-wolfs would share everything with their pack, so the second he had left his scent on you you had been claimed as theirs.

He felt bad. He felt so guilty wherever he would think about it. He claimed you without your consent, scenting you was almost as possessive as actually marking you, and it didn't just 'go away'. The thoughts of upsetting you hurt him more than whatever warmth was coursing through his blood right now, but the thought of loosing you, especially if it was to some pitiful human, hurt him even more than that.

He couldn't let you go. He couldn't loose you. They couldn't loose you.

Quickly, you feel his arm scoop under your legs, and before you can question anything or protest to his actions he tucks you into his chest and bolts. You know very well where he's going, having walked the path to the pack's cave many times, and as much as you trust him to get you there safely you can't help but be startled.

Any protest you make falls on deaf, fluffy ears. The speed of his movement generating more air than you'd walked through that whole night. It doesn't take him any more than 3 minutes to get to the pack's opening, the mixed scents they all carry finding your nose. They all lacked the spice that Mingi's had acquired, maybe it was something he was wearing? A plant he had eaten..maybe?

However, what was more important was the way Mingi shifted you to being laid over his shoulder. His arms moved to the top of your thigh and the middle of your pack, holding you down on him with the obvious intent of keeping you there.

He didn't pay any mind to the things around him, much more focused on getting you in the core of his den, with the rest of the pack, where you belonged. The only thing that made his pause was a sharp, distinct shout of his name coming from no one but the pack's caption

Hongjoong.

"Mingi! What- what the fuck are you doing!?"

Dispite his size, Hongjoong was the most commanding person you had ever seen, however despite his reputation he was also one of the most comforting. He always seemed to have an answer to every question you asked..even if you were 98% sure he got most of those answers from Seonghwa..

The older wolf's words seemed to snap Mingi out of whatever trance he was in, or at least redirect his attention. Even in whatever..thing..he had going on, he recognized the authority Hongjoong had. It gave you at least a little hope that he'd put you down soon, your stomach was starting to hurt :(

A small yelp let your lips as Mingi lifted you off his shoulder setting you down infront of him and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His ears had flattened slightly, and you could feel the pout on his lips as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

"I brought a gift.."

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fizzyapplecandy · 15 days ago

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The one with the shy tiger

Ateez Siberian Tiger Hybrid Mingi x Fem Reader au

Genre: hybrid au, strangers to lovers, fluff, mild smut, mature language, a touch of angst, happy ending

Word count: 7k

In a world where hybrids started integrating with humans, Mingi is left without a home to call his own. He's been in and out of shelters, getting adopted and returned because of his nature. People loved bragging about owning a tiger, a Siberian one at that, but they didn't like taking care of him. He accepted his fate, and slowly grown into an introvert.

Until a new face showed up at his shelter, her eyes going straight to him in the packed yard. His heartbeat sped up, and he couldn't help the pull he felt towards her. It was his lucky day, because the sweet woman took him home, giving him hope again.

Mingi has always been a bit reclusive. He liked to keep to himself in order to stay out of trouble. His nature scared away most of his fellow hybrid residents. The shelter did a good job at making him feel a part of the community, but they couldn't protect him from humans.

He's been a part of many families. The first time they took him back was because he swiped at someone with his claws. What they didn't know was that the boy tried to cut his ears with scissors. Yeah, kids can be evil sometimes. The second time was after he ate a whole beef brisket made for a dinner party. They called him greedy, and he was back at the shelter the next day. What they failed to mention was how they left him starving for days, so he had to break into the locked kitchen just to survive. Another time he was brought back because he was deemed unstable. However, the woman forgot to mention how she kept making advances at him, and he refused all the time.

Maybe it was his fault, maybe he could have been better, but in the end it didn't matter. He was back in his little room, safe from bad people. If it weren't for Wooyoung and Yunho, he would stay in his bed all day, content in his loneliness.

"Mingi, buddy, it's time for lunch."

Yunho was a persisten fellow, but his kindness showed Mingi he could be trustworthy. He was the only human who was allowed into Mingi's room. The other caretakers went up to his door before he hissed at them.

"I don't feel like eating." The tiger didn't even try to get up and out of his bed. Yunho sighed and pulled back the curtains to let the light in.

"Come on now, up you go. Today is a special day, you know that. We are hosting an open door event to try to find a home for you guys."

"This is my home." Yunho sat on the edge of his bed and pulled on the covers Mingi held above his head.

"Mingi, stop that. You've got to think positive."

"Don't want to."

"Okay, be like that. You know I would gladly take you to my house, but the caretakers aren't allowed to adopt from the shelter they work at."

Mingi pulled down his sheet to look at his friend. His eyes were full of sorrow, and he knew he was giving him a hard time.

"I know. I'm not mad, you don't have to explain it every time something goes wrong in my life. I'd be long gone if you weren't here."

Yunho pinched his arm. "Don't say stuff like that!"

He stood up and put his hands on his hips. "At the end of the day, it's your decision. It wouldn't hurt to go out in the sun for a bit, you don't have to interact with anyone."

With that, he left the room, and Mingi suddenly felt bad. He knew Yunho was looking out for him, and he didn't want to be this difficult to deal with. He was a tiger for god's sake, he had to act tougher.

He reluctantly got out of bed and put on his nicer clothes. It wouldn't matter if he wore a suit, his tail and ears were a dead giveaway of his kind. He got lucky with his eyes, they only turned golden when he was in heat. Now that he thought about it, he hasn't experienced a heat in so long, opting for suppressants. The thought of mating made him uncomfortable, because humans usually looked at him as a prize, not a true lover.

He glanced out of his window, and to his surprise, the little backyard they had was pretty full. Looking through the crowd he spotted a woman talking to Wooyoung. He was enthusiastic, waving around, his big mouth yapping about something. The woman smiled, her eyes crinkling. She looked... Soft.

As if she felt his eyes on her, she turned and looked up at his window. Mingi ducked, knocking his head on the window seal. Great. Now he had to go out with a bump on his forehead.

"God damn it. Can I have one day of peace?"

He stood up and glanced outside again. The woman wasn't with Wooyoung anymore. Maybe he creeped her out. Shame, he kind of wanted to get a closer look at her.

His feet took him downstairs, out of the door, to the backyard. He could feel the stares, people moving out of his way, whispering about his ears and tail. Mingi was the only predatory breed currently residing in this shelter. It was full of bunnies, dogs, domestic cats, with him being the outcast. Why did he listen to Yunho? He should have stayed in the damn room.

"Hey there Mingles, out and about I see?"

"Hi Woo. Yeah, I... I'm probably gonna head back up." Wooyoung smiled. "Oh no, you're not. Come on, let's take a walk." Mingi didn't have time to protest before Wooyoung took him by the hand and started walking further into the yard.

"Gosh, can you believe how many people showed up? It seems like they hit it off with many of our cat hybrids. It might be your lucky day."

"I'm not a cat, I'm a tiger."

Wooyoung shrugged. "Same thing, different packaging." Before he could argue with the statement, Wooyoung's face lit up and he speed walked towards the willow tree. There, on the bench under the swaying leaves, sat the woman he saw earlier. Mingi panicked, trying to free himself from his friend's grip.

"What are you doing? Come on Woo, let me go."

"Not today buddy." They stopped a few feet away from the girl, and she looked up in surprise.

"Hey there Y/N, meet Mingi. I think you'll hit it off just fine. Bye now!" With that, Wooyoung ran back before they had time to stop him.

"Oh... Hi there Mingi."

The tiger blushed. Nobody has ever said his name so sweetly before. Not only did she look soft, she was also soft-spoken.

"H-Hi. I'm Mingi." Way to go, dumbass.

The girl chuckled and patted the spot next to her.

"I know that. Come on, sit."

His feet had a mind of his own, and it was almost comical how fast he sat down. She smiled again and turned her body towards him. The sunlight made it look like there was a halo over her, and she looked angelic. Mingi never believed in angels, but seeing one in front of him made him change his mind.

"So, tell me about yourself Mingi. What kind of tiger are you?"

Mingi sighed, prepared for the worst. "A Siberian one." He closed his eyes, expecting her to walk away with an excuse, but to his surprise she only chuckled and let out a gasp.

"Wow. That's so cool. I think tigers are beautiful creatures. It fits you. I've never seen someone so tall and broad like you."

Mingi blinked. "You think I'm cool?"

"Of course I do. Compared to me, you are quite awesome. There's nothing special about me."

He straightened his back, almost shouting at her. "That's not true! You're really pretty! I'm sure there's lots about you that is interesting."

She could feel her cheeks heating up. "Thank you, Mingi. I appreciate it. Say... Are you looking for a home?"

He deflated a bit after her question. "Well, I... I'm not sure. I've been to a couple before, but it never turned out the way I'd hoped. I'm not exactly excited about it, I don't want to get disappointed again."

She nodded, slowly reaching over to pat his hand. It kind of felt like a bolt of electricity ran through him. The touch was barely there, but it felt different.

"If I said I was thinking about adopting someone, would you be interested? I'm... Quite lonely at home. I work a lot, so I don't have time for much else. I need a friend, and I know you guys need a home. What do you say?"

Mingi felt odd all of the sudden. He wouldn't like it if she left here with anyone else. Not that he wanted to take that chance away from the hybrids here, but it brought him unease. Was he ready to believe in another human after everything?

"I... I haven't had the best time so far, to be honest. Would you really consider taking me with you? I am a tiger, you know. I'm not a fluffy bunny, or an interactive fox. I'm... Different."

She smiled and reached over to take his hand in hers. His heartbeat sped up, and he couldn't believe how soft her hand felt.

"I don't think you're much different from me. In the end, it doesn't matter. You have your own quirks, I'm sure of it, and I'd love to see them." She let go of his hand too early for his liking and stood up.

"So what do you say Mingi? Want to go home with me today?"

His mouth opened and closed, and before he could embarrass himself further, he nodded. She reached for him, palm outstretched.

"Come on Stripes, let's go."

"So, this is the main floor, as you can see it's an open space, and I love it for that. The paintings on the walls were some of my first works, and I take pride in them. They may look a bit silly, but hey, I've gotten better over the years."

They did look silly, Mingi thought, but they also gave the room a fresh appearance. Most of the paintings were of landscapes, flowers, and animals. He quite enjoyed them.

"Over there we have the kitchen. It's a bit of a mess, I baked this morning before I left to get you, and I hate cleaning up. We can do it together, you know, as your initiation." She smiled, and Mingi thought he would probably be up to do anything as long as she looked at him like that.

"I'm joking, you know. I'll clean up later. Now, upstairs we have three more rooms, and a bathroom. We have to share it, but don't worry. I don't take too much time, and I like cold showers more. Come on, let me show you your room!"

His room? Before he only got the closet space, or he had to sleep on a mat in the children's room. They told him it was to keep them safe, when in reality he had to deal with the rowdy kids if they woke up in the middle of the night.

They stopped in front of a door on the far left, and when Y/N opened it, he thought he was dreaming for a second.

"I didn't have time to get you decorations, only the bare necessities for now. We can go shopping tomorrow so you can personalize it. For now, there is the bed, a closet, you have more stuff in the cup-"

"Thank you."

They looked at each other and Y/N's eyes softened. Mingi's were brimming with tears, and it broke her heart thinking about his previous living situations.

"No need to thank me. Go on, take a look around. My bedroom is down the hall, just knock on the door if you ever need me. I'm huge on respecting privacy, so I won't go into your room unless I ask beforehand or you tell me. I expect the same from you. I hope that's okay?"

He nodded, stepping inside his own space. "Yeah, I understand. Don't worry, I always follow rules."

"It's not a rule. It's an understanding between us." She cleared her throat.

"But... I do have one request. Please do not enter the room opposite mine. It's my studio space, and there are many paintings and materials inside. I do commission work, and I have a small gallery in town, so that is my main source of income." She gestured around the room.

"I make a good living, and my paintings are my priority. That's how we can stay in this beautiful house. Is that alright with you?"

He nodded. "I understand. Work room - off limits."

Y/N smiled, taking his hands in hers. He'll never get enough of her touch.

"Thank you. Now, would you like to unpack while I go and warm up lunch?"

"There's not much, I'll be done in 10 minutes. And... I'd like it if you stayed with me if you can. I don't like staying in unfamiliar spaces on my own."

He held his hands up, shaking his head as if he just now realized he was asking for too much maybe.

"But you don't have to! I'll tough it out. I'm tough!"

There was a bear of silence before she started laughing.

"Oh Stripes... I'll stay with you, you big, tough guy."

He could feel his cheeks heating up. He'll never get used to the nickname. Terms of endearment weren't something people used when talking to him, or about him. It came almost naturally for Y/N, and it made him all jittery.

They sorted our Mingi's belongings, and Y/N felt a bit sad with how little he had. It seemed like he was too afraid of owning anything because he never stayed in the same place for too long. He couldn't bring everything back to the shelter, so he brought only the things he already owned. His most prized possession was a children's book. Mingi grabbed it out of his bag and touched the cover. The edges were frilled, the picture almost gone. It was one of the things his mother left him before she died.

"What's that you got there?" Y/N reached over, but it was as if something switched in Mingi.

He growled at her, eyes flashing gold, before rushing to the corner of the room.

"No!"

The atmosphere changed. Y/N held her hands up and shook her head.

"I'm not going to take it from you. I'm sorry. Here, you're as good as done. I'll go down and set the table."

She was too afraid to turn her back, so she walked backwards to the door, leaving it open as she ran out.

Mingi snapped out of it, realising what he had done. It was his first day in a new home, a home he felt comfortable in, and he already screwed up. He slid down the wall, hugging the book to his chest.

"Oh mom, what have I done?"

He closed his eyes and frowned. He had a heart time controlling his emotions, and Y/N was on the receiving end of his frustration.

Mingi didn't know how long he was lost in his thoughts. It wasn't until the light dimmed in the room, he realised it had gone dark outside. Didn't she say she was warming up... Lunch? Oh god, she was too afraid to come and get him, and he didn't even bother to go downstairs. Another mistake.

He reluctantly stood up, tucking his book under the soft pillow Y/N gave him. It was all messed up, and it was only the first day. With a sigh, he left his new room and made his way downstairs. The house was quiet, except for the TV playing some random movie on low volume. He then saw a little lump on the couch, breathing steadily. She was asleep, curled in on herself. When he got closer, he could see dried tears on her face. His heart clenched. He managed to make her cry. What an idiot. Carefully, he took the blanket thrown over the couch and draped it over her.

Mingi stood over her, admiring her beauty. Long lashes, luscious hair, puffy eyes. The redness around them was his doing, but even with that, she was like a literal angel. Slowly, he moved towards the kitchen. The table was set for one person, a little note placed on the plate.

"Lunch is in the fridge, hear it up whenever you want. Browse through the cabinets for snacks."

Even when he hurt her, she thought about him. He wished there was a hole he could crawl in and disappear. His stomach, however, thought otherwise. The hunger overtook his mind, and he slowly opened the fridge. He found a covered dish, and when he looked inside, there was a big steak along with vegetables inside. She even made him his favorite food without even knowing it. Eating stake was a luxury, and he only had it for his birthday when Yunho and Wooyoung bought it for him. The other families payed no mind that he was a hybrid with a primarily meaty diet. The vegetables on the plate meant she thought about his health as well.

Without heating it up, he grabbed the stake with his fingers and bit into it. Even though cold, it was delicious. She made it just how he liked it, on the rare side with no major spices. The groan of pleasure was unstoppable at this point.

"You know, I have lots of forks and knives, they are free to use."

Mingi almost choked on the piece he was chewing. He was so imersed in the taste, he never even herd her footsteps.

"I...Um...It's... It's delicious."

She crossed her arms, nodding. "Thank you. I asked Wooyoung about your food preferences, he said stake was your favourite." She leaned on the kitchen door. "I thought this was a special occasion, so I... You know."

He put the plate on the counter, clearing his throat.

"I can't even begin to explain how sorry I am about earlier. My instinct took over, and I lost control. If you want to send me back I..."

"Send you back?!" Mingi's eyes widened at her shout.

"Why would I send you back? I obviously did something that upset you. I guess the book is special to you. If anything, I'm sorry."

Mingi rushed towards her, and he could see her apprehensive expression. His hands held onto hers.

"You did nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing. It was as normal as it gets. The book... It was my mom's gift to me, it's the only thing I have of hers now. I'm... Protective over it."

Y/N nodded, squeezing his hands in response.

"Okay, I get it. Sorry Stripes, I won't try to touch it again. It's like my art studio, right? You respect my wishes, I respect yours."

Mingi never felt this accepted before. Anyone else would throw him out, but Y/N accepted him. He will make it his life's mission to make her happy.

"Now, do you want to continue eating with your hands, or do you want some silverware? I can make you some tea while you finish the meal."

He nodded, going back to his plate.

"That would be nice, thank you."

"Stripes, I get what you're saying, but you can't stay in the tub for the whole day."

"But it's so hot out, I'm burning up."

Y/N sighed on the other side of the bathroom door. She knew Mingi would have a tough time in the summer, but he's been in the bathroom for over three hours.

"Mingi, I beg you, get out of the bathroom!"

"Fine! Let me suffer! I knew you had it out for me!" He's gotten so used to his nickname, he knew he was in trouble if she addressed him as 'Mingi'.

Over a month has passed since he came to live with Y/N. It's been rather eventful. He hasn't had anymore outbursts, and his room was now painted green, with a gaming chair and computer. Y/N went all out on him, wanting to make it known he was there to stay. Good thing her art shop made money, otherwise Mingi's new gaming hobby would've drained her dry.

"Oh stop it. I'm going to my studio, but if you aren't done in the next ten minutes, I'm breaking in and pulling you out by your ears! Both sets!"

Mingi gasped, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He knew she was bluffing by now, always giving out empty threats. They were almost comical, because he knew she would never do that to him.

This time, for some odd reason, he wanted her to break in and see him in all of his glory. He was well built, his muscles being a part of his nature. Not to mention he was well endowed, if he had to say so himself. Maybe she would run away from embarrassment, or maybe...

He closed his eyes, imagining her wide eyes raking over his body. Would she want to touch him? He felt his cock jump at the thought. He's had problems in the past week, his cock doing all the thinking instead of him. That was part of the reason he spent locked away in the bathroom. It was the only way for him to cool down enough to be in the same room as Y/N.

The only other problem was Y/N's need for affection. She loved scratching his ears, raking her fingers through his hair, and giving him back rubs whenever he laid his head in her lap. And he always laid his head in her lap, especially if they were watching a movie in the living room. This week, he avoided the couch as much as he could, giving the lame excuse of needing to beat his opponents in a game, using language Y/N didn't understand. She dismissed him, but he could tell she was getting suspicious.

There was banging on the door just as he tried to reach for his aching length to relieve himself.

"That's it! Out, now! I'm going to pee myself!"

"Okay, okay, I'm getting out, calm down."

He managed to grab a towel in his hurry, securing it over his hips.

"Mingi, I'm serious! Get-" The door opened in a swing.

"Okay, okay. I'm out."

Y/N couldn't move. She couldn't tear her eyes from his broad chest as he leaned one arm on the doorframe. When she managed to look up, his eyes were half closed, lips red, neck flushed. Didn't he take a cold shower?

"I...Um... Move!" She pushed him away, ducking under his arm and slamming the door shut.

"O-Okay? I'm gonna be in my room, you know, gaming."

"Yeah, yeah, you do that."

Y/N looked into the mirror, reaching for her red cheeks. She didn't know when it began, but she started admiring Mingi more and more. He was handsome, and he loved cuddling with her. It gave her a chance to enjoy his sturdy body wrapped around hers.

"Snap out of it, idiot. He's your friend."

She decided from day one that they would be friends, not owner and hybrid. Yes, on paper Mingi was hers, but she didn't want that to determine their relationship. She was able to give him a comfortable life, and in return, she got a housemate and bestie. Seemed like a good deal to her, and Mingi never complained. They haven't had any incidents since the first day, and they respected each other's boundaries.

Now, she thought she was crossing those boundaries with her filthy imagination. What would Mingi think if he knew?

He couldn't take it anymore.

What would Y/N think if she knew?

Mingi kept beating himself up about it while lying in his bed that night. His cock kept stirring in his pants, not letting up. Her soft hair, her delicate body... His head was filled with images of her.

Slowly, he reached into his pants, having forgone underwear, he grasped his length in his big hand. He imagined her much smaller palm instead, and he just knew it would feel better. Well, this is all he could do now, so he had to make it work.

He imagined her lips, always pink and glossy, kissing his neck, cheeks, his cock... She seemed like someone who would enjoy being kissed. He'd savour every moment, chasing after her. His hand went faster, his whole body on fire.

With the image of her mouth planted around his cock, he came. His body jerked around on the bed, eyes shut tightly. He tried to keep his sounds at bay, but a soft moan left his lips. It was over too soon, and he didn't feel any better. With cum stained pants, he looked at the ceiling.

"I'm doomed."

The atmosphere in the house changed after that night. The days were filled with secret stares, light touches, and shy smiles.

Mingi couldn't keep his hands to himself, he would always find a way to be close to her. He sprawled himself across her lap, whining every time she paused scratching his ears. It was a big contrast, and he didn't know why his mood changed so much. It was like he couldn't get enough of her.

At night, he touched himself at the thought of her, the embarrassment leaving his mind quickly.

Y/N wasn't doing any better. Although she kept her desires at bay, she enjoyed his neediness. It gave her a chance to touch him for how long she wanted. With the tension dimmed, she could later focus on her paintings, and she drew inspiration from her passion.

Everything seemed close to normal, until the doorbell rang one day. They were sprawled out on the couch as usual, and Mingi frowned as he picked up the male scent standing on the other side of the door.

"Are you expecting someone?" Y/N shrugged, standing up to see who it was.

"Not that I remember. Wait here."

Mingi nodded but stayed put. A second later he heard her scream. He was up and at the door in a second, ready to pounce.

He halted his movements when he saw Y/N wrapped around a blonde man.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it! Hongjoong, what on earth are you doing here?"

The blonde, Hongjoong it seemed, chuckled and tightened his grip around her waist.

"I came to visit my favourite little artist of course. You know I always come to you when I'm in town."

Realising there was another person with them, Hongjoong glanced at Mingi. That's when he saw the tightly shut jaw, almost golden eyes, and the angry stance he was in.

"Oh, is this your boyfriend?" Y/N detached herself from him before shaking her head.

"No, that's my Mingi. I mean... That's my hybrid Mingi. He's been with me for two months now."

She turned around and Mingi's eyes softened when they met hers. She took a step towards him, gesturing towards the blonde man.

"Mingi, this is my friend Hongjoong. He's a designer, so he travels a lot. He likes to surprise me when he's in town, as you see."

"Only because I know how much you like surprises." They laughed together, and Mingi felt like throwing up.

Y/M flapped her hands around, gesturing towards the living room. Their living room.

"Come on now Joong, make yourself at home. I'll go make us some tea. Mingi, keep him company, please."

She rushed to the kitchen, leaving the two men alone. Mingi glanced at Hongjoong again, turning around and heading towards the living room.

"Follow me." He heard him chuckle before making himself comfortable on the couch next to Mingi. Their couch.

"So, Mingi. How is it living with Y/N? Is she still covered in paint everyday?" Mingi frowned.

"How would you know?"

"Well, we lived together briefly when we studied at the same college. I was a design major, while she went for art. We had a blast living together, and our living room was always covered in paint and fabric patches."

Mingi didn't like that information one bit. Even though he knew his thoughts were irrational, he couldn't help them.

"She has her art room now. Y/N is always clean, but her clothes have stains." Hongjoong chuckled, nodding his head.

"I bet she still wears the same band shirts from back then. She didn't want to buy more clothes, only to destroy them, so I often gave her my old ones. Silly girl."

Mingi's eyes widened. She was wearing another man's clothes? While they cuddled nonetheless? That didn't sit right with him. Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, Y/N entered the room with their tea. She put down Mingi's favorite blue cup in front of him, placing the red one in front of Hongjoong.

"Three spoons of sugar for Mingi, honey and milk for Joong." The blonde idiot chuckled.

"I'm glad you still know how I like my tea."

"How can I forget? You gave me a migraine the first time I put sugar in it." They both laughed now, and Mingi felt sick.

"Come one buttercup, sit with us." Buttercup? Oh what an asshole. Mingi couldn't help but frown again.

"Buttercup?" he asked.

Y/N smiled and sat between them. A little closer to Hongjoong, Mingi noticed.

"Oh it's a stupid nickname. I was too into the Powerpuff girls, they were my comfort show throughout college. I dresses up as Buttercup for Halloween once, and he's been at it since."

"What can I say, you looked too good in your costume." She slapped him on the chest.

"Oh Joong, you flatter me too much."

Their evening went on like that, the two friends catching up, while the big bad tiger sat silently. Y/N tried to include him in the conversation, but she noticed his reluctance, so she didn't push it.

When Hongjoong finally announced he had to go, Mingi was estatic.

"Are you sure you can't stay longer? You're leaving again tomorrow, who knows when I'll see you again." They were in a tight embrace, and it didn't seem they would let go anytime soon.

"I'm sorry Buttercup, I wish I could. The fashion world needs me, and when duty calls I follow." They laughed and finally, fucking finally, they let go of eachother.

"I get it, I guess. But call me! I know we text a lot, but I want to hear your voice, you know?" Hongjoong kissed her on the cheek, and Mingi had to summon all his willpower not to pounce on him.

"I promise, I'll call more. I'm off now, before I become sentimental."

"Oh, and tell Seonghwa I said hi, and to come with you next time. I want to know how my favorite model is doing." Hongjoong smiled, waving at them from his car.

"Sure thing! He misses you, too. Bye now, love you lots!"

"Love you too!"

As soon as she closed the door and turned around, she could see a very angry Mingi.

"Who the fuck is Seonghwa now? Should I expect any other men poping around unannounced?"

Y/N's eyes widened.

"Woah, Mingi, calm down. Hongjoong is my best friend. And Seonghwa..."

"I though I was your best friend? Are you saying you're a liar?" Now she grew angry as well.

"Hey, call me anything you want, but a liar is not okay. To settle your curiosity, Hongjoong is the only person I could rely on in college and the years after that, beacuse my parents frowned upon my choice of carer. I couldn't prove to them how successful I've grown because they died along the way. So yes, he's my best friend because of that. It doesn't mean I can't have other friends."

Mingi felt like shit. He never once thought to ask her about her life, they always focused on his. She pushed past him to go up the stairs, but stopped and turned around.

"And Seonghwa is Hongjoongs boyfriend. They met when Seonghwa modeled for one of my pieces three years ago. Do you have any more questions?"

Mingi could only manage to shake his head.

"Good. I'm going to bed now, all this negativity is making my head ache. Goodnight."

She was gone before he could give any kind of response. Way to go Mingi, you nipped that right in the bud.

With a sigh, he cleaned up the living room before heading to bed. His idiotic self, and his jealousy were the only things to blame for their fight. She was so happy before he ruined it.

Mingi tried getting comfortable, but it proved impossible. He kept tossing, and turning, huffing every time he changed sides.

The worst part?

His cock was up and aching, again.

He couldn't bring himself to touch it, ashamed of himself and his actions today.

But, boy, did he want to. Her angry expression almost turned him on then and there. Maybe she was aggressive like that in bed?

He knows it's wishful thinking, but a hybrid can dream, right?

Another half an hour passed, and Mingi's had enough. He couldn't go to sleep like this, so he made up his mind. Quickly, he got out of bed and hurried down the hallway. His bare feet stopped in front of her door, and he used his keen hearing to check if she was asleep. To his surprise, there was music silently playing, and she was humming along.

He cleared his throat, gave himself a pep talk, and knocked.

Y/N opened, and his cheeks grew hot. She was in one of those band T-shirts Hongjoong mentioned, legs and feet bare. It was short, almost too short.

"Mingi?" She brought him back to reality.

"Yes?"

"Mingi, you came to me. What do you want?"

"Ah, yes." He cleared his throat again.

"I want to... You see..."

"Spit it out!"

"I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me today. I mean, I kind of do, but... I'm sorry."

He hung his head, arms flat against his sides. He looked like a wet cat, not a scary tiger. Y/N crossed her arms and sighed.

"Come on in." She sat on her bed and patted the spot next to her. Mingi never went into her room. He didn't have any reason to. It was all soft, pastel, covered in pictures and books. It fit her perfectly. He stepped in, feeling almost out of place, and slowly sat next to her.

"So, do you want to explain your behaviour today? Or your behaviour in general? You've been acting all weird lately, and I never know what to do. You push me away, then you won't let me go, now you cause a scene... Are you... Not happy here anymore?"

Mingi's mood changed instantly, eyes wide, ears pin straight on his head.

"No! Why would you think that? I'm incredibly happy here. I love being here. I've never felt more at home."

"Then what? Because I'm clueless." She reached for his hand, and their fingers automatically interlocked.

Mingi knew he had to say something now, it was time. Even if it ruined everything, he could not keep silent anymore.

"I... I've been having some trouble with my feelings... Towards you. I... I think I feel for you more than a friend would. You know, tigers are pretty serious about their... Mate. And, well, I think, no, I'm sure I feel like that towards you." He took a breath before continuing.

"I know it's probably gross to you. With my ears and tail, and my mood swings. I know my eyes sometimes freak you out. I get it if you want to send me back. But I have to say I never felt like this before. You're the one Y/N. You'll always be the one."

Mingi looked at his lap, glancing at their interlocked hands. She never let go.

"Mingi... You were never gross to me. I love your fluffy ears, especially when you let me scratch them. They're as soft as your tail. And your tail always sways when you're happy. I know I did something good when I see it moving around you. Your eyes... They never freak me out, I'm just fascinated with the color. It's unique." She placed her palm on his cheek, turning him towards her.

"I feel the same as you Mingi. It's common for hybrids and humans to fall for each other. It's happened lots of times. Believe me, I've done my research as soon as I started feeling something for you." Mingi's eyes widened.

"So, we're normal? You're not kidding me? You know how sensitive I am." She chuckled.

"I wouldn't say normal, but we're okay. And no, I'm not kidding Stripes, I wouldn't do that to you."

"Then... Sorry, but I can't contain myself any longer."

She was confused. "What are you talki-"

He cut her off by pressing his lips onto hers.

Best way to shut her up, indeed.

She threw her arms around his neck, and he lifted her onto his lap. He couldn't keep his hands at bay, gripping all over her smooth tights. She let out a soft moan as he reached her ass and squeezed.

Their kiss only grew more passionate, their tongues finding each other, beginning a dance of their own. Mingi's ears were pressed flat to his head, almost signaling he was at her mercy. His tail soon wrapped around her thigh, giving her another squeeze.

She pulled away, raking her nails through his hair.

"Oh my, you're quite eager."

"So what? You'd be too if you knew the hell I've experienced these past weeks."

He stood up, her legs wrapped around him, and laid her down onto the soft mattress. She could feel his massive bulge pressing onto her pantie covered core, and she got nervous. Was it going to fit?

"Whatever do you mean, Stripes?"

He chuckled and sat up between her legs, pulling his shirt over his head. She could definitely see his cock now, and if she guessed, he didn't have any underwear on.

"You know what I mean. I haven't touched my cock this much in my whole life. The past week has been a torture."

He then pulled off her shirt, his eyes glazing over, the golden colour emerging.

"I think you have to make it up to me." She reached for his pants, slowly pulling at the strings to untie them.

"Oh, that shouldn't be a problem"

"Okay, I think you've had enough. Hey, that tickles!"

Mingi kept on pressing kisses to her neck, his hands wrapped tightly around her waist. After too many rounds to count, Mingi was finally satisfied. Or so she thought, because his fingers slowly travelled down her naked body.

"Hey now, what did I say? I'm tired, I'm not a hybrid like you."

"But Y/N, I just can't stop now that I've had you. Your pussy is deli-" "Okay! I got it. Let me sleep for at least an hour, I'm about to crash anyways."

He groaned, but he brought his hands back up her waist.

Mingi felt like he was in heaven. The girl of his dreams is finally in his arms, he has a warm bed to sleep in, food is made according to his preferences. All because she made it possible.

"Y/N."

"I said an hour Mingi."

"It's not that. Can you turn around please?" She slowly moved around, turning towards him, placing a hand on his sturdy chest.

"What is it?" He looked at her so lovingly, she could almost cry.

"I love you. I really, really love you." Her expression softened, and she placed a kiss on his lips.

"I really, really love you, too."

They smiled, their noses touching. A second later, Mingi was flat on his back with his favorite person straddling hip hips.

"I'll sleep later." She said.

He smirked.

She sure was the perfect woman.

"Oh Yunho! How nice to run into you!"

"Hey Y/N! How are you doing? How's Mingi? We wanted to let you settle in before we asked for a visit."

She smiled as she held onto her shopping basket.

"We're great actually. These past couple of months have been... Eventful, to say the least. Actually, he's right around the corner, looking at snacks of course, come say hi."

They went to another row, spotting Mingi holding two types of chips. He turned around and his eyes widened when he saw Yunho.

"Hey! Where have you been all this time?"

The boys hugged, and Yunho chuckled.

"As I've told Y/N, we wanted to let you get settled in. Wooyoung and I want to visit the two of you, catch up together." Mingi looked at Y/N and she gave him a nod.

"You're welcome anytime. Listen, we have to hurry now, Y/N friend and his boyfriend are coming to dinner, but we'll keep in touch. I'll text you."

Yunho nodded, and suddenly something came to his mind. Before he could say it, Y/N grabbed Mingi by the hand after reading a text.

"The boys are in front of the store, we should head out. It was nice seeing you Yunho, we'll set up dinner plans. Say hi to Wooyoung, he was a good match maker." Yunho watched them exchange a look, both smiling.

"Come on babe, let's go. See you soon Yunho!"

The tall boy stood and watched them go out of the aisle, hand in hand.

"Did he just call her 'babe'?

He was about to remind Mingi that he hadn't taken his heat suppressants with him, and that he might experience more intense symptoms.

However, he could tell all was taken care of, and that put a smile on his face.

Young love does that to you, he supposes.

Hey people! I'm thinking about making a part two of this imagine, just because I feel I could explore some other moments with them.

Comment if you would want to see a continuation of their story :)

Lots of love, X

#ateez #ateez fanfic #imagine #ateez au #fluffy #mild smut #suggestive #angst #angst with a happy ending #ateez mingi #song mingi #hybrid #ateez hybrid au

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kuromiiy · 1 year ago

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two is better than one

.pairing. foxhybrid!wooyoung x reader x cathybrid!san

.warnings. smut, fingering, pussy eating, blowjob, breeding, spanking, toys, threesome, humping, cum

.synopsis. your life with your two loves.

.tags. smut, fluff, hybrids, polyamory

first of all, both of them acquire your unwavering attention

if they don’t, they’ll form an alliance (like always) and act like they’re dying from heavy neglect

always so dramatic i swear

especially woo, both in fox or hybrid form he’ll lie on his back, paws up and all, acting like he got shot and acts as if he’s dead

the first time he did this you almost had a heart stroke

sannie will pout and get all teary eyed at you

it always works and he knows that very well

anyways, they have soooo much love to give so they need the love they give back

only makes sense to them

they will follow you anywhere, back then when you adopted them it was cute but now…

even when you need to use the bathroom, one will sit on the sink and the other will lean on the door

chatting as if it’s completely normal

hate when you leave without them!!

but hate it even more when you take one of them and the other has to stay at home, the jealousy is real

like, one time you had to take san to the vet and you figured it would be better if woo would stay at home

woo didn’t understand that tho so he accused you, that you rather go out with sannie than him

as if you never go out with him smh so you took him with you

end of story, the vet suggested to take a look at woo too and best believe he never utters a word anymore when he has to stay at home lmao

so back to jealousy

normally both of them aint jealous at all, they always share and willingly too but sometimes

sometimes they (read san) get jealous over the smallest shit

wooyoung got a new toy cause he destroyed his fave one? sans jealous af he wants a new toy too! not fair

but you always try to treat both the same, get them the same stuff etc so it doesn’t really happen often

san and woo love to shift and play

they will chase each other around the whole house and play hide and seek

so adorable to watch, except they really don’t give a damn about their surroundings

it took you 5 new vases to finally set some ground rules

woo builds nests with your clothes and blankies and its so cute to see him roll around in them

and at the beginning he let no one in, not even san, who would beg on his knees

so the day he grabbed you both and dragged you into his precious nest was so overwhelming

you cried a little tbh

since then you also love to lie in there and chill

you might not know but it makes woo so happy to see you in his nest voluntarily he could move trees

cuddling is a must. everyday, same time, for 1:30h

if out of whatever reason its not doable they will sulk and whine about it for WEEKS

will scent you every 30mins too its just necessary. yeah, thats the whole explanation

but you love the feeling for them curling in your arms, faces in your neck and the purrs

THE PURRS

sannie purrs very very steady and loud

sometimes he starts just from looking at you

he loves you that much!!

woo also purrs but its more subtle but its there

so whenever y’all lie together there will be purrs for days

woo also squeaks when hes happy or excited

both are pretty possessive

so when you have people over, they’ll both try and sit on your lap and kiss and scent your neck like crazy

your friends told you it looks really funny

as mentioned they’ll go against you often so expect to be hugged by woo so tight you can’t move, while sannie literally attacks you with smooches and kisses

apropos kisses

they’ll line up to get their goodbye kisses, hello kisses, good night and good morning kisses

they take this very serious

mature content

very very high sex drive

both of them

everyday when you wake up, you feel something hard against your ass

sometimes they’ll wake you up with humping against you

morning sex basically isn’t negotiable as they need relief to start the day in a good mood

you love to suck their cocks buttt

your pleasure is the most important thing especially for san

will never cum before you and wooyoung

good luck getting him to move from between your legs

very very good at eating pussy and he’s so enthusiastic about it too

will purr because you taste so good

he always doms too, no matter for who

he likes to get his rim eaten but would actually hiss if someone would try to put a finger in there

he cums a lot, like A LOT

to the point where the whole bed is straight up wet

thick cum too and he loves to cum on your and woo’s face

he’s so sexy while cumming too, groans loudly and pants like a dog (don’t let him hear that)

always includes woo too, for example

he’s fucking you into the mattress, his left hand draws steady circles on your clit and his right hand fingers wooyoung open

will mark you two but only sometimes cause he’s too busy yk?

loves to praise you and woo

“god, aren’t you my good girl?”

“fuck woo, such a sweet hole, all mine”

“i love you both so much, fuck, gonna stuff you full. both nice and bred”

wooyoung on the other hand is very subby, a bratty sub but never too extreme

loves to get fucked by the both of you

will literally cum at the sight of your sweet cunt hovering over his cock and sannies huge dick on his entrance

he’s extremely loud in bed, always whines and moans, if you’re hitting his sweet spot he’ll straight up scream your name

loves to use toys and get spanked on his juicy ass

he’s pretty possessive of both of you so he marks you up to the point it hurts when breathing

will bite a lot and hard

you and san always end up looking like an wild animal attack you

such a huge tease, will present and shake his ass to get what he wants

so basically whenever you come back from who knows where, you’re greeted with panting, moaning and skin slapping

he’s got a filthy mouth

“aaahg sannie! fuck me harder, love your huge cock”

“i wanna have your kittens so bad”

“please, yn, faster! wanna cum in my pussy so bad”

longest yall fucked were almost 2:30h

you and woo passed out and san literally couldn’t get hard for 2 days lmao

you and woo love to dress up to surprise sannie

like you wore a sexy red lace set and woo wore a slutty bralette with a waay too short skirt with knee highs

san almost collapsed but made sure both of you couldn’t walk straight anymore

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atinycafe · 2 years ago

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COMMON MASTERLIST — ateez blurbs

collection of my blurbs under the cut ٩(๑ `︿´๑)۶

multiple members

- longing for your owners!ot8!ateez, who had left hybrid!you alone at home, you reach for the phone seeking comfort. - hyungline!ateez headcanons about the first time u meet them - atz headcanons about reader being unusually silent when drunk - atz headcanons about reader hugging a pillow 2 sleep - atz headcanons about making out with them on a chase atlantic beat - atz headcanons on them using "tiny" during sex [nsfw]

ddeonghwa

- biker!seonghwa vs bimbo!reader [suggestive] - bf!yunhwa help you in this heat (yunho acc doesn't help)

joongi

- a long-awaited reunion in hongjoong's creative studio leads to soft moment - hurt 2 comfort with hongjoong [light angst] - hongjoong and your first subdrop [nsfw] - shopping spree with dilf!woojoong - primal play with predator!joong [nsfw] - soft sex w joong [nsfw]

yunni

- during a late-night math session, you're visited by spiderman!yunho - bf!yunhwa help you in this heat (yunho acc doesn't help) - yunho fucks your nightmare away [nsfw] - choking kink w yunho [nsfw] - some boxer!yunho timestamps

hehetmon

- you admit something to vampire!yeosang [suggestive] - prince!yeosang rubs oil in your hair (cuz he loves brown girls) - yeosang and his oral fixation aka he loves boobies [nsfw]

sanni

- babying and doing san's eyebrows - ceo!san leaves u alone in ur bed 4 a meeting - sangi taking care of sick you - phone sex with daddy!san [nsfw] - pregnant reader faints [slight angst] - emperor!san x empress!reader

mangi

- mingi taking care of drunk you - sangi taking care of sick you (i have a thing 4 mingi taking care of me and i think it shows) - roommate!mingi is a big pervert [nsfw]

wooyo

- wooyoung playfully interrupts your asmr session, expressing his jealousy in a dramatic yet affectionate manner. - hybrid!wooyo plays a little game with you in your bathtub [nsfw] - overstimulation w meandom!woo [nsfw] - shopping spree with dilf!woojoong - zombie au - zombie au pt 2

jjong

- exbf!jongho misses u but u... miss him too? - jongho teases u

other groups

- spoonfuls of ice cream [brother's best friend!eunseok] - yandere school (+18) tropes [riize, atz, tbz, txt]

other works can be found here

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acciocriativity · 1 year ago

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THE 'U' IN 'US' - AN ATEEZ SERIES - THE INTRO

Summary: You weren't really the lonely girl™ of campus, but it does feel like it when you look around, and there's no one by your side when everyone else are talking and whispering between each other. You did have "friends", more like "group projet friends" that you managed to get for yourself, but they were the ones that were real close, you were there only when they had an extra empty seat. But it seems like the gods above took your nonchalant facade as a challenge. Oh, you don't think you need friends to survive through college? Bet.

Pairing: Non! idol OT8 ateez x reader (platonic)

Tags: college! au; hybrid! au; ateez! au; fluff (a whole lot of fluff and wholesomeness); angst; hurt/comfort; mentions of loneliness and insecurities; mentions of hybrid mistreatment and abuse

WC: 420 words

N/A: I'll be writing the first three chapters next week, and then I'll be posting it once in two or three weeks!

If anyone it's interested in being tagged, let me know!

X MASTERLIST ZERO

Ateez Masterlist

You took a deep breath as you notice people naturally siting together at the cafeteria in slow waves. Even if you had courage to walk up to any of them, you knew you didn’t belong, and they would realize soon enough too. And you can be a lot of things, but proud is right up there at number one.

You didn’t have anyone, you weren’t anyone’s priority, but you would rather die than let that show. So you do what you always did, let the headphones build the illusion that you chose to be unavailable.

You ate at your own pace, half embarrassed at the thought someone would see you eating, half annoyed at yourself for caring so much still.

You were so stuck in your bubble and silly TikTok videos that you didn’t notice the sudden chaos that ensued after the doors opened wide, nor when that boy walked up to you.

His shoes by the side of your table was the first thing you saw. Then his long ass legs as your eyes trailed up his body until you found his eye smile and red ears. He had two set of golden caramel ears on top of his blonde hair.

Why this dude was smiling at me like won the lottery?

“Can I sit here?”, you read his lips, then slowly took off your headphone.

What kind of sick joke from the universe is this?

It wasn’t a joke, and it didn’t even start yet, you quickly realized as seven other boys walked up to your table.

“Can we sit here?”, a tall boy with a deep voice asked as he leaned over the shoulder of another one, a slightly smaller, yet muscular one with a cute smile and black hair. Both of them had tails waving slowly behind their bodies, but no ears in sight.

“Do I know you?”, you scanned their faces one by one, until you found his yellow tinted brown eyes again.

Somehow they seemed familiar, some had tails, others ears and only one seemed like you, a 100% human. But where the fuck did you meet them before?

“Don’t you remember us?”, one of the shorter ones with brown hair, the one who looked human asked, but he didn’t seem sad about that fact, he was smiling just as much as the others.

What did you do to make life give you a brand-new group of friends, you didn’t know… yet.

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winterviolet1 · 1 year ago

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Ateez Reaction:

Them being hybrids with a human S/O

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Hybrid Ateez and their human S\O

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HongJoong:

HongJoong being a wolf hybrid. wolves being know for loyal, educated, Intelligence and strong tie to families. Being the leader in his pack of mix hybrids, he always cares and defends his friends and family. He was mostly a lone wolf without a mate until he met you.

You and HongJoong met at a hybrid café tho you were a human. You two met a few time before Hongjoong asked you out on a coffee date. From there you as his s/o have been with Hongjoong for near 4 years. There has been a few time that Hongjoong thought he may be not good enough for you cause he was a hybrid but you proven him wrong. He's happy to have someone like you in his life either as A human or a hybrid.

You are his Mate

SeongHwa:

Seonghwa the charming yet sweet red panda hybrid. being the oldest in the group of mix hybrids. Seonghwa is loving and protective but in his way that only those close to him knows about. Being a red panda has it perks at times but it also has it con except when he was out on his walk and met you.

You was on the bench doing some sketching on your drawing book. When you as Seonghwa as he was looking at you, you were shy by his beautiful charms and red panda energy. You two chat over for a bit and for a while, you got to know Seonghwa as he did the same for you. Soon you two started dating cause Seonghwa and You grew feeling for each other over time. You were getting used to Seonghwa hybrid side which you alway from cute and would get to pet his ear.

Seonghwa was more then happen to have you as his human S/O

Yunho:

Yunho as fox hybrid is beautiful, sly and playful. Being one of the tallest hybrids in his friends group. Yunho loves to pick on and teases those who are shorter then him while he best friend his Mingi.

During the day it was snowing. Yunho met you at a store as you were trying to reach something on a top shelf. Having a big heart and playful expression. You and Yunho met up quite a lot on days he wasn't busy. Soon you and Yunho started dating, You get to play and touch Yunho ears and tail since he finds it comfortable.

Yunho is more then happy to have you as his human S/O cause he get to share his passion with you

Yeosang:

Yeosang as Racoon hybrid usual has a few flaws. Raccoon are usual known to be a pest and thieves but not Yeosang. Yeosang is sweet, insecure and kind to those in his family and friends. Yeosang is normally insecure for his markings cause he finds them ugly and thinks he looks unattractive with them.

You as he S/O of 3 years love everything about him. His markings, his expression and everything about him attracts you to him. You met him at a skate park as he was skateboarding around before he accident ended up crashing into you. After many apologies and offer to repay for crashing into you, You get to know him well and his hybrid side as he is very shy being himself around you.

He's grateful you don't find him disgusting

San:

San as a sugar glider hybrid tend to sleep a lot during the day. His cheery and mischief are active during the night. So when he was out to do some late night activities, He met you at a festive as you saw him covering his ear cause of how sensitive they were. You were sweet to have earmuffs and cover his ears so the loud sounds were muff as San blushed while smile at you kindness.

After that day You two had met up a lot til he asked you out on a date. Now your his S/O of a year and 4 months, He was warm and cuddly during times when you two take a nap. Being a human san had sure to not harm you with his sharp nails when you two hold hands or have intimate sessions.

San's happy to have you in his life.

Mingi:

Mingi another tall get in the group would be a Panda Hybrid. Cuddly, shy and clingy he may be but don't let his cute side fool you. He can be quite the handful guy til he opens up to those around him.

You as his human S/O love this big man. Going on dates with him when he isn't busy with tour or work was lovely. He met you during one of the events with him and his team as you were just minding your own business. You were surprised at first to see someone like him but happy to get to know him and is now dating this Panda Hybrid.

Mingi was more then happy to show you off to the world if he could get the chance to lol

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung a tiger hybrid is smug, clingy, cheeky and sometime passive aggressive. Wooyoung loves attention and is easily jealous when he attention is taken from him. Especially if his S/O attention was taken from him.

You as his human S/O knows the wrath if Wooyoung is jealous. Luckily always manage to get around it by giving him kisses, making his favorite food or spending long session with cuddles. Wooyoung takes pride as he know brags about how he luck to have someone like you in his arms and no one else.

"Babe of course I would show you off if it means to show everyone your mine"

Jongho:

Jongho the fearsome Lion hybrid. He take pride in what he does for his group of friends and family. If you make him angry, well might not see another day. He's very protective and supportive to the one's he love, even his Human S/O.

You as his Human S/O is his precious treasure. You and Jongho met during his tour as he found you the most charm/beautiful human he ever saw. Getting to know each after exchanging numbers, You manage to capture his heart as he did the same to you as now you two been dating for over a year. Jongho can easily jealous if another human tires to hit on you when he is or isn't around.

In his eyes, your his lioness and the love of his life...

#seonghwa #hongjoong #jongho #mingi #yeosang #san #yunho #wooyoung #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hybrid au #hybrid ateez #ateez imagines

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new world | chapter 7

Pairing: Ot8 Ateez x reader AU: fantasy AU | stranger -> mates Summary: A tragic accident left you unable to use your wings and, with that, claimed your father's life, leaving you in the care of your noble uncle. In Hala, a house of eight kingdoms, each boasting its own wonders, you never imagined that amidst the pain, you would also fall—this time, in love. Word Count: 1.2k | 5 minutes A/n: SORRY FOR THE LONG UPDATE! I OFFICIALLY TURNED 20 this week!!! that's why i didn't update this past week. i will be gone for a week because i will be going abroad to travel! please wish that i will arrive safely! and chapter 8 will come soon after! Warning: none that i know of

There was something raw in his voice, something unyielding, like an oath carved into stone. His words pressed into you, heavy yet comforting, leaving no room for doubt. You believed him—you couldn’t not believe him—because Yunho was not a man who made promises he couldn’t keep. The air between you thickened, charged with a weight you didn’t know how to carry, the pendant on your chest suddenly feeling less like a gift and more like a lifeline.

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest as you stared at him, the golden-brown of his eyes glowing softly in the dimming light. His presence was overwhelming, like a shield and a storm all at once, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

“you can’t say things like that..” you whispered, though your voice wavered, betraying the ache in your chest.

“what I say are the truth.”

His voice was low, deliberate-as though the words were a vow only you were meant to hear.

The faintest curve of his lips appeared, a ghost of a smile, as though he knew the effect his words had on you. For just a second, the tension cracked, and you let out a shaky breath, followed by the smallest, disbelieving laugh—soft and barely audible, but enough to ripple through the air.

“My uncle will never let me hear the end of this.”

Yunho’s brow furrowed faintly. “Your uncle?”

You laughed softly, though the sound carried more nerves than amusement. “He’s been teasing me endlessly about some apprentice in Caius. He thinks I’d leave the outskirts if I fell in love.”

Yunho’s expression darkened slightly, the faintest flicker of something sharp passing across his face. “And what do you think of that idea?”

You glanced at him, caught off guard by the quiet edge in his voice. “I told him no,” you admitted softly. “I don’t want to go back to the capital. Not after my parents…”

Your voice trailed off, the thought lingering heavy in the air. Yunho’s gaze softened, his golden-brown eyes holding yours with a quiet understanding. “I understand.”

You looked down at the pendant again, the jewel pressing coolly against your chest as your fingers traced its edges. “The outskirts are home now. It’s quiet here. Safe.”

Yunho’s voice broke the silence, gentle but carrying a quiet weight. “And if you were to leave the outskirts—would that be so bad? Perhaps with a gentleman?”

Your heart stuttered, the quiet question threading itself into the silence between you, the quiet hanging heavy between you as the meaning of his words settled like a stone in your chest. Slowly, you turned to face him, your breath catching at the way his gaze held yours—steady, golden, and far too close.

“No,” you said finally, voice soft but certain. “I don’t think it would.”

Something shifted in Yunho’s expression—a soft, almost relieved smile that eased the sharp lines of his face.For a long moment, neither of you moved, the space between you charged with something unspoken—something that pulled at you like gravity. You could feel the warmth of his hand even though he wasn’t touching you, the air between you so still that even the faintest movement might shatter it.

You swallowed, your pulse fluttering wildly. “Thank you…for the pendent”

The words felt insufficient, too small to contain the moment.

Yunho’s gaze held yours, steady and unwavering, as though he was searching for something—an answer you didn’t yet know how to give. Slowly, his hand lifted, his knuckles brushing faintly against your cheek. The touch was feather-light, as though he wasn’t sure he had the right, but the warmth of it sent a tremor through you, your breath catching in your throat.

The silence around you deepened, the distant hum of the wind fading into nothingness. It was just the two of you, the world narrowing to the space between his hand and your skin, to the way his golden-brown eyes softened as they lingered on you.

Your heart pounded, loud and insistent, each beat echoing like thunder in your ears. He was close now—close enough that you could feel the faint warmth of his breath against your lips, sending shivers trailing down your spine. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, as though any sudden motion would break the fragile tension holding the moment together.

Yunho’s thumb brushed against your cheek, the touch deliberate but so achingly gentle it nearly undid you. His gaze dipped, lingering at your lips for just a heartbeat too long before flicking back up to meet your eyes.

You couldn’t breathe.

“Yunho…” you whispered, though you didn’t know what you meant to say.

His hand stilled, his thumb hesitating just below your jaw, as though holding you there, as though asking a silent question neither of you dared to voice aloud. For one suspended moment, you thought he might kiss you—his lips just a breath away, the space between you humming with electricity.

so close.

But then, he pulled back, so slowly it felt like a quiet unraveling. His hand fell away, leaving your skin cold and aching for the touch that had been there just a moment before. The absence of it sent a shiver through you, one that had nothing to do with the wind sweeping across the hills.

Yunho leaned back slightly, his expression carefully composed, though something lingered in his eyes—something unspoken but undeniably there. His gaze shifted to the horizon, as though to steady himself.

“We should head back before the wind picks up.”

You exhaled shakily, the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding slipping past your lips in a quiet rush. You nodded mutely, your heart still hammering in your chest as you turned away, focusing on gathering your things.

But even as you mounted your horse, your fingers clumsy against the reins, the moment lingered—like the phantom warmth of Yunho’s touch on your skin, like the way his eyes had dipped to your lips, only to pull away.

You didn’t dare look back at him right away, afraid of what you might see, but you could feel his gaze on you still—trailing after you like a shadow, heavy with the weight of what almost was.

And as the wind swept around you, tugging at your cloak and hair, you couldn’t stop your thoughts from lingering on the space between his hand and yours, on the closeness of his lips. The pendant pressed cool and heavy against your collarbone, a quiet weight that settled deeper than it should have.

The cold lingered there—where his touch had been—like a whisper of something unspoken, a promise carried on the wind. A promise that he would come back.

And somehow, you believed it.

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