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February Filth Fest : Day Six
Jeong Yunho x fem reader
a/n: this photo has me in a CHOKEHOLD I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT IT
"C'mon, cry for me."
(>ᴗ•)genre:
smut w/a little plot, smidge of angst
ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:
not edited, dacryphilia, fighter yunho, established relationship, reader in a dress, (a)non-sexy slap, pet names (baby,yuyu&angel,honey), semi-public, manhandling, fingering, make out, praise, unprotected(👎), forehead touches(👍)
tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle
SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI
You storm into the locker room, uncaring of the men who give you strange stares and make your way to the familiar mop of damp hair. "Jeong Yunho!" He sits up straight as he hears your voice, closing the cap of his water bottle. "Hey, I'm talking to you, dick face!"
Other men in the room let out various 'ooh's as you push your boyfriends shoulder. He barely moves, but it's the thought that goes into it to show him how angry you are. He stands slowly and goes to take his gloves off when you slap him across the face.
"Damn!" A fellow fighter exclaims. You point at him with a death stare, silently saying: 'watch it, or you're next.'
"Honey..." Yunho starts.
"Don't 'Honey...' me! I'm about to whoop your ass! You are such an idiot, Yunho. You know that? You know you're a fucking dumba-" It's his turn to cut you off, grabbing you up by your waist and carrying you over his shoulder. He carries you, screaming, all the way to showers.
He scans the room and when he finds it empty, he locks the door and lowers you down.
You let your angry facade fall, tears quickly building up as you look up at him. "Did he hurt you? It really looked like he hurt you and I told you the next time you let someone mess you up that I oug-"
"I'm ok. I promise." He helps you sit on one of the metal benches, squatting down in-front of you, placing his chin in his hands and looking up at you. "I promise."
There's a moment of pause before you begin ranting again, tears falling quickly. "Well, are you sure? It looked like he hit you really hard, and you were coughing so hard you could barely take him down and I just want to make sure. Maybe I should make you an appointment with-"
"Honey," he uses his teeth to release the velcro on one of his gloves and shakes it off, cupping you face in the next second. "It's just a bruise."
"Let me see."
"I-"
"Let me see it. It's just a bruise, right?"
He stands, letting you take his other glove off as he lifts his shirt slowly. You hold his hand gently as he whines, looking up at him in worry. "My poor Baby," you whisper.
"You can't even see it, Angel."
"You want me to kill him? I can sneak attack real well."
He lifts his shirt just above his rib cage, exposing the forming bruise over it. It's red and angry, surrounded by older bruises. Tears free fall down your face, and he wipes them away. "Yunho, you're going to get really hurt one day."
"I'm a big boy, I can handle it."
You lean forward slowly and graze your lips over his wound, making him shiver. No matter how many times you 'kiss it better', he falls head over heels all over again ever time. "Did it crack?" You ask before leaving another ghost of a kiss, hands finding purchase on his hips.
He shakes his head, hand weaving into your hair as you kiss around it. "I'm okay, Honey. Really. I promised you I would tell you if I got hurt like that again. I'm gonna keep that promise."
He doesn't know what it is. Your kisses, light as feathers? Your words, so caring and full of love? Your tears, warm as they drop into his exposed leg? His body, full of left over adrenaline?
Whatever it is- he's slowly becoming hard.
As you look up, tears full of tears and glazed over with concern, he determines that it's all of the above.
"Y'know, he got a few licks in on my face. Gonna kiss that better too?"
You tug him down and crawl over his lap, laughing lightly as you feel his bulge under his fight shorts. "How many times is this gonna happen, Baby? You can't keep fucking me in the shower room."
"Why not?" He smirks, hands roaming up and down your back. "You never seem to complain, especially when you're creaming on my cock."
"Yunho!" You slap his arm with a gasp.
"Oh, c'mon," he laughs with his head back, "like that's the worst thing I've said about you on my dick."
You cut him off with your lips on his, moaning as you grind down on his lap. You lick at his lips, pulling away with a devilish smile as he opens his mouth.
His eyes still closed, he holds your forehead to his as you both breath heavily. "You trying to get back at me?"
"Maybe. Is it working?"
"Maybe." He opens his eyes and meets yours, seeing your tears slowing. "Want to fuck you so bad." He tugs the skirt of your dress up and bundles it up in one of his hands, the other dipping into your panties. "Can I?" He asks as his teases around your entrance.
"Fuck, yeah." You speak before taking his lips in fervent kiss. This time, he opens his mouth immediately. As his fingers ease into you, you take the opportunity and explore his mouth. Even if your done it a million times before: it always leaves your breathless. You lick over his teeth before pulling away, bringing his lower lip with you briefly. "C'mon, go faster, Baby. I can handle it."
"You sure?" When you nod, his finger increase their speed ten-fold. You bite into his shirt to block your moans, knowing all too well these walls are not sound proof. His fingers scissor around inside you, stretching you out deliciously. He lets your long dress fall down around your hips, using the previously occupied hand to pull your head away from his neck roughly and making you face him. He brings you impossibly close, his head against yours and your air becoming the same. "You take it so good, don't you? Feels so good?"
"Yes, Yuyu, feels so good," you whimper quietly, to his dismay. He brings his fingers together and curls them right up on your g-spot, making you cry out. He smirks as you bite down on your lip, fresh tears brewing in your eyes.
"C'mon, cry for me." You do, tears falling quickly as he asuslts your g-spot relentlessly. "Always so fucking pretty like this. So fucked out that all you can do is cry. My sensitive Angel."
"Yun-Yunho, stop." His fingers still inside of you, holding your face impossibly closer. Before he can even question you, you speak between your deep breaths. "I want you to fuck me already."
He lifts you up with one arm under your ass and the other around your head to protect it as he pushes you onto the tile wall. "So needy," he moans out as he tears your underwear away. In no time at all, he's sliding himself into you, whining into your neck as your warmth engulfs him. He stills inside of you to give you time to adjust, but you're having none of that.
"Jesus, Yunho," you pant, wrapping your legs around his hips and leaning you head into his shoulder. "Fuck me already, fuck me good and hard. I can handle it."
He doesn't take your words with a grain of salt, he starts hard and fast, licking up your tears and moaning at the salty taste. Neither of you bother to hide your moans, loud and proud of how good he's fucking you. "Goddamn," he purrs, "always like a fucking dream."
His words only make you louder, clenching around him like a vice as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly. "Yunho, Yunho, god! Fuck! Baby, please don't stop!" He doesn't, his hips keep a steady, ruthless rhythm as he kisses up every tear that slips past your waterline. "Good fucking god. Good god, Yunho!"
"That's it, Angel." He praises as his hips slow, "so good for me." He pressed his body up against your to hold you in place, hands slipping around you and holding you just under your ribs, rubbing slow circles as you descend back to Earth. "You're so beautiful," he says softly, licking up your hot, salty cheek. "So precious," he repeats with the other. Your death grip on his shoulders lowers to a soft embrace as your body shakes from after shocks.
Wordlessly, his hips pick up speed again. "Ah! Please, sensitive... Sensitive, Baby."
He coos, leaning down and kissing you before speaking with a smirk.
"I thought you could handle it?" He slams his hips into yours, holding you close. "Can't you, Angel?"
"Yes, yes, I can take it! I can take it, Yuyu," you wrap your fingers in the back of his hair to ground yourself as he sets a deep and erratic pace. "I can, Baby, don't stop!"
"Good, I'm gonna make you fucking squirt this time."
The night we met
February Filth Fest : Day Eleven
Jeong Yunho x fem reader
a/n: this is probably the sweetest thing i've ever wrote
"Can't wait to marry you."
✫彡wordcount: 1.8k
(>ᴗ•)(¯ ³¯)♡genre:
smut , teeth rotting fluff
ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:
not edited, breeding/impregnation, established relationship, cunnilingus,fingering, hand holding, lots of 'ily', built in size kink(it's yunho,duh), praise, pet names(baby,yuyu& angel,sweetie,sweetheart)
tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle
SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI
"Baby, foods here!" You yell out to your boyfriend, already pulling out utensils and setting them at the table. "Yunho, I know you hear m- Jesus!"
He's right behind you with a wide grin on his face, hands behind his back. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"I have something for you," he ignores your scolding and leaves a peck to your cheek, rocking on his feet. "Close your eyes?"
"Is it alive?"
"No, Angel, it's not alive. Why do you alwa-just close your eyes, damn." You do as he asks with a laugh, leaning your palms against the dining table and waiting patiently as you hear him shuffle around. "Open."
Your heart drops at the sight, breath torn away from you. He's bent down to one knee, hands resting on the other with a small velvety box in the other. He looks up at you with doe eyes, watching your every move. "Yunho..."
"I have a speech." You chuckle at his bluntness, hand over your teary eyes as you shake your head.
"Go ahead, Baby."
He rubs his lips together and looks down at the box, swallowing thickly. "Today is our day-we-met-versary, and so I thought it would be a good day to, ahem, to do this." His eyes trail up and right back down when he sees you're already crying. "Three years ago today, it's really long ago, right?" He laughs nervously, "I forgot everything I was going to say. Fuck, I-"
"Yunho?"
"Huh?"
"Something to ask me?" You crouch down to his level and kneel in-front of him, watching closely as he opens up the box.
"Yup, yes I do! ... Will you marry me?"
"Yes! You fucking doofus!" You tackle him to the floor in a tight embrace, kissing at every part of his face as he laughs. He lifts up your hand and slides the ring over your finger, leaving a kiss over it. "You're gonna be my husband," you cry happily, "my husband. Oh, who's Yunho? He's my husband. What!? What the fuck!" You gasp loudly, sitting up. "I'm going to be your wife! We're- holy shit. Oh, Baby!" You kiss his head aggressively with a loud smooch, leaning your head against it when you pull away.
"My wife," he whispers. "Who's she? That's my wife! Ah, Angel, I love you!" He mimics your words, spilling out endless amounts of 'wife' and 'fuck' and 'wow'. "I love you so much."
You finally take a moment to look at the ring and you smile, cupping his face and leaning impossibly closer. "I love you. Can't wait to marry you. Can't wait to... I'm so happy." You lock you lips on his, clashing together like it's your last moments on the planet. It's all teeth and tongue and spit as you try to devour one another's very being.
He stands abruptly, hooking his arms around you and pulling you up with him. Your legs wrap around him, lips never leaving his neck as he slowly makes his way to your shared bedroom. Even as you lower onto the mattress, you leave a never ending stream of kisses to his jaw and cheeks.
He cradles your head in his arms, reveling in the feeling of your gently lips against his flushed skin. "Gonna fucking marry you," he speaks like he can't believe it. And truly, he has a hard time doing so. He's loved you for three years, and now he's going to have you as his in every way there is. "My wife." He whispers against your hair, leaving a chaste kiss. "The love of my life." He tangles his hand in your hairs roots tenderly as you suck at his sweet spot. "All mine."
He runs his hand up and down your leg, feeling up your exposed skin. The other hand keeps him propped up form crush you under him as you begin unbuttoning his pajama shirt.
He slips down before you can get far, though. Hands pushing open your thighs and laying flat on his stomach, feet dangling off the bed because of his height. Your shorts are gone in the next second. He's faced with the small wet spot on your cotton panties, smirking. He leaves a small peck that leaves you reeling. "So wet and I haven't even touched you." He licks over the dampened spot and looks up to see your hand over your mouth and heated cheeks. "Can I make you cum on my tongue?"
"F- yes, yes. Please, Yuyu."
"So polite, Sweetie." He tugs the down roughly and wraps one of his arms under your hips and spreads your lips with his long fingers. "My polite, little, wife." You moan loudly as his hot mouth comes in contact with your aching cunt. His free hand slips away from your hip bone and begins teasing your entrance with the pads of his fingers tips.
When his long, slender fingers finally begin inching into you, it has you grabbing at the blanket roughly, unable to escape the slow pace as he holds you down. His lips wrapped around your clit, fingers stretching you out, eyes tracking your every move: Yunhos never been so happy. Making his fiancée fall apart with nothing but two fingers and his tongue.
When he begins pushing his fingers apart inside of you, you grab the pillow from behind your head and slam it over your face with a drawn out whine. He chuckles against you, making your hips twitch in his hold. "S-shit. So good, Yunho."
"So good?" He mumbles against you before lapping his tongue up and down your clit.
"Yes! So, so good. Gonna make me cum, you're gonna- ah!" He doesn't let up, rhythmically scissoring his fingers open and closed and curling them up. "Baby, Baby! Please!"
"You're gonna cum just from my fingers, Angel?"
"Yes! God, yes! Please let me, please," you let out a drawn-out, high pitched cry into the pillow. The moment his hand slips away from you hip to grab the pillow, your hips are grinding mindless against his fingers. He tosses the pillow to the opposite side of the room and grazes his finger tips over your jaw. The soft gesture makes you clench around him, and he can't help but feel his heart pounding harder. "Please," you ask as you meet his eyes.
"Wanna cum on my husbands fingers." You smile mischievously, but it's wiped away as his pace increases and his lips assault your cunt. You cry out, grabbing his wrist and holding it close to your face as you mumble incoherently.
He leans into you even closer as you clinch around his fingers like a vice and flood his senses with your orgasm. He stills his fingers inside you as you float away and kisses your bud gently.
When you come back to your own body, you slowly release your death grip on his wrist and smile down at him with droopy eyes. "Yuyu..." You begin with a question tone. He hums in response, taking his soaked digits and wiping them on his shirt before he discards it. "Will you fuck a baby into me?"
He's over you in the next second, hovering over you like a predator."What?" His eyes are blown wide, staring down at you like you've just promised him a billion dollars.
"Fuck a baby into me with your big cock." You state shamelessly, bating your eyes before you continue more innocently. "Please, Yuyu?"
"Fuck, Angel," he groans as he leaning into your lips. You taste yourself in his mouth, and even if you two have done this a million times: it still lights you ablaze. "You know... you drive me crazy." He slips his hands under your shirt and lifts you up effortlessly to pull it off you. He kisses your collar bones, whispering how much he loves you all the while.
One of his hands travels down and lifts up your limp hips to grind against him."Fucking crazy for you." You have to steady yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders as he flips the two of you. When you gather your composure, you lift off him and tug his pants down past his hips, letting him kick them the rest of the way off and over the edge of the end to be forgotten as you free his cock. You go to lower your mouth on him, but he catches you by your jaw before you can get that far.
"Just fuck me," he pleads. "Don't want to waste a single drop, Sweetheart." It's your turn for your heart to flutter, skipping a beat as his leaking top springs against your cunt.
You spread yourself as he grabs his cock and holds it up for you. You grab on onto his free hand as tightly as you can as he fills you up. You've been with him countless times, but he still stretches you beyond either of your wildest beliefs. He moves his hand from the base of his dick and slides it up your stomach to your tit, grabbing ahold gently as your pelvis' meet. You both let out a unison sigh as his weight settles inside you.
"So big," you whimper, strumming your thumb against the back of his as it wraps around your hand. "Fill me up so good, Yuyu." You praise as you swivel your hips. A broken groan leaves your throat as he hits the deepest parts of you.
"Please, go faster, Sweetie, please."
You lay flat against him and settle your head on his shoulder, leaving a kiss to the tattoo of your lipstick print before you start to work yourself over him. You hold both of his hands and press them on either side of his head as he begins meeting your bounces with thrusts. "My beautiful wife." He chuckles in disbelief, words broken by moans. "Going to fill you up so fucking much, gonna be dripping from you for days." He shakes off one of your hands and slips his between you and to your sensitive clit. "Milk it from me, Sweetie."
And you do. You cum and gush around him, slick building up and making a mess of the base of his cock. He hold you in place as he cums right up in you, crying how much he loves you and how good you're going to look so plumped up with his baby.
He wraps his arms around your shoulders and listens to your deep breaths, feeing them against his own heaving chest. "I love you."
"I love you." You mimic," rubbing your shaking hands up and down his arms. "Gonna make you a Daddy."
"Gonna make you a Momma." He smiles wide, rubbing your wild hair back, "wanted to do that since the night we met."
Should I?
February Filth Fest : Day Fifteen
Song Mingi x fem reader x Jeong Yunho
a/n: good god i love this one
"Our Princess is needy isn't she?"
✫彡wordcount: 1k
(>ᴗ•)genre: smut w/o plot, p0rn star au
ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, size kink, poly relationship, no build up, live streaming, dom yunho/sub mingi/sub reader, unprotected( :( ), dacryphilia, slight nipple play, one slap, pet names(princess, baby / min, minie, baby / daddy)
FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle
SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI
"Why'd you stop, Baby?" Yunho asks from the sidelines as Mingi slows his thrusts. He can't answer, head falling into your shoulder as he breaths heavily. "Princess?" He asks you instead.
"He's dumb, Daddy. He's gonna cum, can feel it." He stands up, stepping over the wire connected to your laptop and climbing up onto the bed behind Mingi.
The camera is situated to make sure all of your faces are cut off, something all of you had agreed on immediately. But all of the 800 viewers can see you caged under Mingis slumped figure, almost hidden completely as he holds onto you with his big arms. All 817 can see Yunho's big hands sliding up your legs.
A quiet ping rings out, and Yunho looks over to the monitor with his head on Mingis back. "They want to see you fuck her, Minie. Think you can handle that? Or you too close, Baby?"
"Too close, Daddy." He whines into your neck, grabbing your wrist and pinning them down after you decide to tease his nipple. You giggle, and push it by rolling your hips. "F-fuck!"
"Don't be a tease, Princess." Yunhos words make you settle, arm wrapping around the large expanse of Mignis back and rubbing gently in an apology.
"Sorry, Minie. Jus' want to be fucked."
A ping follows immediately, then another. And Yunho laughs lowly. "Yeah, our Princess is needy isn't she?"You whine as Mingis hips leave yours, groaning at the emptiness of your cunt.
"Don't worry," Mingi whispers as he lays down beside you and cuddles up: hard cock pressed against you hip. "Daddy's gonna fuck you good. He's so good to us." He isn't even playing it up for the camera. Yunho is so good to the both of you. His babies.
"You need me to stretch you out more, Princes-" "No, wan' your cock."
He slaps your thigh lightly and it makes you yelp, drowning out the pinging of the computer. "What, Baby?"
"He wants you to say please," Mingi says matter-of-factly, letting his hand settle on your breast and engulfing it completely. You roll your eyes at him and place your hand over his as he begins to knead your flesh and distract you as Yunho spreads your legs further to make room for himself.
"Please, Daddy? I r- I need- ugh! Min, stop!" You grab at his broad shoulder and dig your fingers in as he latches his mouth on your nipple, making sure to keep his face away from the cameras view.
"Come on, Princess. I know you can ask nice... be a good girl."
"Please, fuck me! I need it! Need your cock, please, please!" Mingi sees the tears trickling down your cheek as you beg and, knowing the pain of wanting Yunhos cock so badly you cry, he cups a hand over your cheek and moans into your tit to comfort you.
"I don't know..." Yunhos words make you cry out, grabbing for him.
"Please, Daddy, you know I've been good. We've both been good! Plea-"
"Should I fuck her?" He turns his body to the camera to let everyone know he's talking to them. Both you and Mingi sit up quickly when Yunho curls his fingers in a 'come hither' motion. Mingi steadies you with his hands on your hips as he pushes you infront of him.
"Should I?" He asks again, hand resting on your knee as you kneel on the edge of the bed. Your eyes flick through the fast moving chat, whining as you see the majority of them say for 'Daddy' to keep making 'Min' try and fuck you.
"No, please... wan- please, want Daddy to fuck us." Multiple donations come in and one of them reads 'daddy should fuck her'. Mingi catches you as you nearly fall over to get at the computer and read more. He pulls you back with his hands placed over your chest, and everything picks up pace on the screen.
"Thank you, thank you! You saw that? They said fuck me, so fuck me, Daddy, c'mon!" You yell excitedly, hands grabbing at Mingis hand in happiness and wrapping around one of his fingers. Mingi laughs into the back of your head, and Yunho leans back in laughter at your excitement.
When he fixes his posture, he sees a comment that breaks his brain.'Princess is so tiny! Look at her hands!!' His neck almost snaps at how fast he turns and looks at the two of you.
Mingis large hands are still fixed over your breast, pulling your back to his chest. Your hands look tiny in comparison, especially as you hold onto each of his index fingers: grounding yourself in your excitement.
"Fuck," he whispers as it fully sinks in. He lifts you up slowly and turns your around to face him as you sit in his lap. He takes you in a hot, rough kiss as he sinks you down on his cock.
Mingi comes up behind Yunho, holding your hands as they drape over his shoulders. "Does he feel good? He feels so good?" He wants it just as badly as you do, but he knows to wait his turn- especially when the camera is on."Princess, is it good, tell me, come on," he draws out, wrapping his arms over both you and Yunho, holding your back and digging in with his nails.
"You know it does, Minie... You k... Oh, Daddy!" You scream as he bucks up into you fast, hard. "Daddy, God!"
Mingi smiles as you grab his hands,pulling them back up and weaving your fingers together over Yunhos shoulders. "Fuck, Min, you- ah! You should feel this, so good! Daddy's so good!" 'Daddy' smiles into your chest, bouncing your hips on his big cock as you tell your boyfriend how good he's fucking you.
Pings come one after another with donations, almsot completely drowned out by your loud moans and the slapping of skin. "Min," he groans.
"Yes, Daddy," he answers as he lets one of your hands loose and runs it down his back.
"Read them to me." He does this often, making one or the both of you read them out loud as he's occupied.
"Wants to know if Dadd... if Daddy's huge cock stretch's you out..." the same realization that Yunho had is now dawning on him.
"Yes," you whimper a short response, unoccupied hand wrapping up in the top of Yunhos hair.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Baby?"
"Wants to know if Princess' little cunt can take your cum."
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!" You both yell out.
"Fuck!" The both of you scream out.
Days In
Jeong Yunho x fem reader
a/n: "star, why are you starting a new series when you alr-" shhhhhhh 🤫
✫彡wordcount: 1.3k
(ಡ‸ಡ)(ﾒ﹏ﾒ)genre: angst, horror, TWD AU
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: you don't have to have seen The Walking Dead to understand this story, it will make sense even if you're going in blind. slow burn. VIOLENCE, death, gore, not edited
MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI
Day One
The room is packed. That much is all you gather. Pushed up against sweaty, loud, strangers with your medical bag held tight to your chest.
You watch the match closely, although for different reasons than the rest. You don't like the violence. But after being cut from your nursing position, you had to take what you could get.
And what you got was a first row place next to the opening of the fighting ring to take care of the injured boxers. Admittedly, it was a good job. They payed you well, especially on days like today when international teams came to compete.
The crowd goes wild as one of the men collapses, and the referee follows him down, holding his hand out to keep the other back. He motions to you, and you come running.
They usually wait to have you treat them until they are off the ring, out of sight for the sake of their pride.
"He isn't breathing," the ref covers his mouth to speak to you, watching the other man intently. Neither of you notice as the crowd gets more hectic, pushing and screaming and collapsing with others viciously attacking them.
You roll up your sleeves and go to start pressing on his chest when he stirs awake, staring at you with glossy white eyes. "Ah, Mister. You passed out in the fight, we'll have to m-"
He cuts you off by flying at you, snarling and swiping at you as you scoot away quickly. His opponent steps in and pulls him away, quickly pushed to the ground and screaming as his neck is bit into.
You feel bolted to the ground, watching the man who was legally dead just moments ago dig his bare hands into another mans gut. Not a single sound can escape your throat, no matter how badly you want to scream and cry. You curse your brain for choosing freeze over flight or fight.
The referee is just as stunned, calling for help on his walkie talkie as he scans the crowd. "Oh god," he mumbles, dropping the device and shattering it.
You follow his eyes and a similar gasp of disbelief leaves you. You barely hear it over the screams. "Dear Jesus."
The entire crowd is either fleeing and pushing others out of their way, or sinking their teeth into each other.
The alarm bells begin ringing, bright red lights flooding your sight. The man isn't fighting back anymore. The ref is pulling at the man to try and stop his feast.
You screech as you feel a pair of hands grab at your back. You're yanked from under the stretching rope and dropped to the ground softly. "Don't eat me, oh God!"
"No, no! I'm not... eat you?" You peek your eyes open and find a tall man in a South Korean teams uniform. He points under the ring, towards the skirt that hides the empty space. "Hide."
Before you can question him, he's on his stomach and crawling under the skirt. You glance around the stadium dumbfounded, watching the horror unfold. Without another thought, you drop to your stomach and scamper under the ring.
It's dark. You can barely make out his figure. He lifts his finger to his lips silently and you take the hint, laying flat and holding a hand over your mouth as you wait for the nightmare to be over.
You peek at him and see his head bowed in prayer, a cross dangling from his hands. You decide it can't do any damage, and close your eyes to join him.
—
Hours later, when you both hear the doors bang open and slam against the walls, you think your saviors have come. And when you hear an authoritative voice boom out for everyone to put their hands up, you breath out a sigh of relief. Before you can crawl out, the man shakes his head and grabs your wrist. "Not yet."
"Not yet? What are- that's the government! Cops! They'll help u-"
The gunshots that bounce off of the walls with the unrelenting siren make you scream, and his eyes shoot wide open. He slaps a hand over your mouth and holds the back of your head with the other, shaking his head frantically and apologizing quietly.
The loud bangs make your ears ring, and you know he must be feeling it too as he grinds his teeth and groans. You reach and cover your ears before nodding at him.
He moves his hands away from you, and you bite your lip as it quivers. He slams his hands against his ears and squeezes his eyes shut.
It seems to go on forever. And when it stops, there's a single man who yells out. "Lock it up!"
You look to him in a panic, scrambling for the edge of the ring. Just as your hand breeches the skirt, you're yanked back in.
"Are you stupid? Nobody is alive." He speaks slow and quiet, from the fear or from his little understanding of English, you can't tell. But from the quiver in his voice, you know he's not as unbothered as he seems.
You knead your brows together and listen to the heavy, precise footsteps head towards the exit. None of them sound like those of someone who's just survived a mass casualty. "Fuck," you whimper quietly, biting down on your finger.
He looks at your confused for a moment before the doors slam shut. Panic settles deeper in your gut as you hear a drill from the outside.
"We ha- we have to go! They're sealing the doors shut!"
He shushes you yet again and slaps his hands on the concrete ground, sliding himself to the edge and peeking out of the skirt- just barely. What he sees is not pretty.
"You have weak stomach?"
"Huh?"
"It is nasty out there. Very."
"No, no. I just want to get out of here." He nods and slides out fully, crouching down and looking around, holding back a gag of disgust.
"Come on," he whispers, holding the skirt up for you as he keeps an watchful eye.
You crawl out slowly, holding a hand over your mouth as you see the scene in-front of you. Not a single soul left. Blood staining almost every inch of the floor and splattered up the walls. Bodies which were once people pulled into rough piles of gore.
He speaks lowly in Korean, something that must be a prayer, as he holds his rosary beads tighter.
He steps slowly, avoiding the pooling blood on light feet. He glances back and grabs your hand softly as you stand. "Follow me," he says simply and leads you towards the main door.
"It's blocked," you force out weakly, "we heard them cover it."
"I can open it."
He stops at the metal doors and looks at them for a moment before motioning you forward, leaning his ear against it. You follow his lead and listen carefully.
"Nothing," you whisper, looking at him confused.
"Mhm, nothing..."
He swings the doors open and you come face to face with multiple wooden planks. He steps back, and you follow him, staying in place in shock as he barrels towards the barriers.
He groans as he collides with the wood and you cringe internally as he backs up again, knowing he's not going to stop until he breaks through. What you don't realize is that the mountain of a man can break through multiple wooden planks with just two slams of his body weight.
He seems not to know that either, and is thrown to the ground outside when the wood splinters open.
"Ah, sh-" he mumbles as he rolls to his back.
You step over the last remaining plank and crouch over him, helping him sit. "You hurt yourself!"
He ignores your worry and looks around the street, illuminated by the streetlights and the moon above you. "We have a bigger problem..."
You look up and down the street. He's right. The chaos wasn't confined to the stadium.
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what started as a one shot inspired by san and woo in the van has festered into an entire plot in my head and i'm so thankful that people liked the part because i NEED to write this story. thank you so much for the love you gave the first part and i hope that you enjoy the rest <3
DJANGO masterlist
' my chess game at the end of this century will be trouble ' - DJANGO, ATEEZ
Chapter One : DJANGO
San and Wooyoung focus
Chapter Two : DUNE
Yeosang and Seonghwa focus
Chapter Three : WAKE UP
Yunho and Jongho focus
Chapter Four : OUTLAW
Hongjoong and Mingi focus
Chapter Five : BOUNCY
ot8
Epilogue : THE WORLD
Ateez did so well at coachella. Immensely proud of everyone.
I've been listening to the golden hour part 1 preview and this is the ranking of the songs that i think i'll like best. At least based on the snippets.
1. Empty box
This sounds like it would be soothing and comforting. I haven't read the lyrics though so i could be wrong.
2. Golden hour
Similar vibe to empty box.
3. Blind
Everyone calls this Arriba's little sister and i think i might like this one better than Arriba. I'll be honest....i liked Arriba but not as must as the fandom loved it.
4. Work
Not a big fan of the rap chorus i guess. I'm pretty mixed on it. Hopefully i will love when it get released in its entirety.
5. Siren
6. Shaboom
Just watched Work teaser and mingi in his blonde willy wonka era, seonghwa riding an ostrich? Yeosang and his chicken, that golden egg or at least thst's what i think it is and of course jongho "playing" the clarinet on the flute while being totally buried with the exception of his head and Hongjoon literally cooking something with a devious expression on his face.
This MV will be so goofy and i look forward to it
Screaming Happy Yunho Day to the best boy Jeong Yunho!!!! Much love to my bias and atiny’s boyfriend!
8 makes 1 team
Ahh hey :) I was just wondering if you’d please write a boyfriend scenario with san or yeosang where reader has chillblanes (basicallythey get cold easily and when they’re cold their fingers swell and hurt a lot). Only if you write for Ateez and are comfortable with this request! Please and thank you 💗💗
"I BEEN WATING FOR THIS ONE. TURN IT UP!"
hello anonymous, yes I do write for ateez. I will most definitely get started when I can <3. expect it sometime next week. OOH, I'M EXCITED. This is gonna be my first ateez piece on here. i hope I don't disappoint you ToT.
atiny, peep this... 👀
getting a feel of my audience