attic angel — jake [ 심재윤 ]

pairing : jake x fem. reader

genre : smut/pwp, a lil too much plot, established relationship?

word count : 9.9k

note : this is a work of fiction and has no relation to the real people mentioned! i do not see enha this way! in case of confusion, the story switches from present day to past; italicized text is the past -> playlist

content advisory : sexually explicit content, obsessive!jake, stalker!jake, needy!jake, praise!kink, oral (f.), fingering, unprotected sex, breeding!kink, biting, blood, corrupt!reader, religious themes and concepts, implied non-con if you squint, psychological horror elements, chained ankle / stockholm syndrome type shi

let me hold you close | p.sh.

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Camboy - L. Heeseung pt.2

You are bored scrolling on your phone when a notification drops down on your screen from your favorite streamer, and you tap it immediately.

It felt like Deja vu. He was literally live yesterday, but you weren’t complaining. You could watch him every day, every waking moment of your life, and never get tired.

NSFW/SMUT

Was listening to this audio and I was like… hmmm this mf kinda sound like RIKI… wear headphones!

Survive Till Daylight, My Dear - L.H

P: Dead By Daylight Killer!Heeseung X Survivor!Reader (recommended age: 17+)

Warnings: Stalking, Murder, Death, Chasing, Obsession, Blood/Injury, Psychological Thriller, Graphic Descriptions, Suggestive Content, Teasing, Hypnosis?, Yo he kinda sadistic.

Synopsis: Your life was ripped away when you were abducted into a twisted realm ruled by something called the Entity. But while most killers are fixated on winning, one seems dangerously fixated on you.

a/n: during a round of dead by daylight, this idea came when i kept stalking a survivor as ghostface on the withered isle map :3

disclaimer! all the killers and survivors in this is in dbd the game. I do not own any of them. the idea of heeseung was a creative endeavour. (Virtuoso: a person highly skilled in music or another artistic pursuit.)

now playing: the shadows by chris grey | fairytale (violin) by dramatic violin | runaway (violin) by dramatic violin | blood on white satin by naomi scott

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You hated the times when you had to place your trust in other survivors during a trial because, more often than not, they'd leave you to fend for yourself. It wasn’t that they were cruel or uncaring—it was survival instinct. The generators scattered across the map weren’t going to fix themselves, and everyone knew the doors wouldn’t open without power. You’d done the same, sprinting past a screaming teammate once or twice. It wasn’t personal. It was just the way the Entity’s sick little game worked.

This time, though, you were the one left hanging—literally. The Deathslinger had caught you in his harpoon's grip, dragging you back like a trophy he was all too proud to display. Now, you dangled from the hook, the barbed steel biting into your shoulder. Blood trickled down your arm, warm and sticky, as the pain pulsed through you in sharp waves. You’d been hooked before—more times than you’d like to admit—but the agony never dulled. The most you could do was endure it, keeping your body still to avoid making it worse. Attempting to pull yourself free was always a gamble, and one you weren’t eager to take.

THE TATTOO ON MY RING FINGER — sim jaeyun

word count: 22k

pairing: ceo!jake x fem!reader

featuring: enhypen, wonyoung from ive

genre: marriage of convenience, slow burn romance, enemies to lovers (kinda), second chance romance, angst

warnings: this story contains dynamics of a toxic relationship, angst and miscommunication at its peak, sensitive power dynamics, mild depictions of violence, themes of loneliness and low self-worth, implications of infidelity (no actual cheating), rich people drama, jake is kind of an asshole, sunghoon and wonyoung are married in this fic for plot purpose.

disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. If any context is similar to any other stories, it's either inspired (in which credit will be given) or just a coincidence. the characters' personalities, words, actions and thoughts do not represent them in real life. any resemblance to any real life events or person, present or past, are purely coincidental. i apologise in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes. characters are aged up for plot purpose.

notes from nat: inspired by when the phone rings cause i love the colour red /hj. highly recommended to read with the playlist i curated in order! without further ado, enjoy!

tags: #tfwy thetattooonmyringfinger #tfwy au

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taglist. @heeheeyeoiizz01 @heeweenie @ritahyelee @catlicense @sumzysworld @heartheejake @httpenhoon @dreamiestay @baedreamverse @arusio @ywrens @tinycatharsis @blockbusterhee @xocandypoo @jaengwon @yvnempire @enhaverse713586 @bamguetismee @renaishun @yunhoswrldddd @zyvlxqht @jaems-left-toe

They say if he’s not calling, it’s because you’re not on his mind. The first time you heard it, you shrugged it off. Of course, it wasn’t true. He was busy, wasn’t he? Busy with work, with meetings, with people who needed his attention more than you did in that moment. You told yourself it wasn't personal when the texts became shorter, when the phone calls grew less frequent, when the hours between hearing from him stretched into days.

BOYFRIEND INSTA STORIES , (💌)

pairing: boyfriend ! jay × girlfriend ! afab reader, genre: fluff — 박종성 , PART ONE!

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not on the menu

The baby’s babbling took a sudden turn as her curious eyes locked onto Heeseung’s shirt. Her tiny hands grabbed the fabric, pulling it toward her as she leaned forward.

“What are you doing, squishy?” Heeseung chuckled, his tone light with amusement.

Before he could react further, she opened her little mouth wide and attempted to gnaw on his shirt, her gums working determinedly against the fabric. Her face scrunched up in concentration as if this was the most serious task she’d ever undertaken.

“Ah, so my shirt’s food now?” Heeseung said, raising an eyebrow as he gently pried the fabric from her grasp. “Sorry, sweetheart, but this isn’t on the menu.”

You burst out laughing, covering your mouth to muffle the sound as she frowned, clearly displeased with her dad’s interference. She let out a series of loud, disgruntled babbles, her tiny fists clinging stubbornly to his shirt.

“Looks like she’s not taking no for an answer,” you teased, watching as she tried again to bring the shirt to her mouth.

“She’s relentless,” Heeseung said, shaking his head with a soft laugh. “She gets that from you, too.”

“Oh, please,” you retorted, leaning closer. “That determination? That’s all you.”

Heeseung smirked, though his focus remained on the baby. “Alright, baby. Let’s negotiate.”

He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the bottle you’d prepped last night. “How about this instead?”

The moment she saw the bottle, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. Her little hands released his shirt immediately, reaching for the bottle as she squealed with delight.

“Thought so,” Heeseung said, his voice filled with mock triumph as he handed her the bottle and helped guide it to her mouth.

You watched her tiny body relax, her hands gripping the bottle tightly while she drank with contented little gulps. Heeseung’s gaze softened as he adjusted her in his arms, his fingers lightly brushing over her chubby cheeks.

“Saved your shirt this time,” you joked, leaning against his shoulder.

He smiled, tilting his head to press a kiss to your temple. “She can have the shirt if she wants it. She’s already got my heart, anyway.”

The tender moment stretched between you as she drank her fill, her little legs kicking lazily in her dada’s lap. The world outside remained a distant blur, replaced by the pure, uncomplicated joy of family.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Unspoken Truths;

A/N: I love this drabble so much :(( I love Sunghoon so much :(( Likes and reblogs are always appreciated, thank you so much <3

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CW: enhypen ot6 x fem!reader (separately), breeding, squirting, sleepy sex, body worship, rough sex, both praise and degradation, pet names, ass slapping, unprotected sex, public sex (in the jungwon one)

disclaimer: i am not ot6, i just do not feel comfortable writing smut with riki

wc: 2k words, enjoy!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MY OH MY!

“Miss me so soon, sweetheart?”

Gazing in the direction of the voice, you watched the figure darken your wall after emerging from your balcony. Light feet padded the floor as you put your unfinished message to him on hold, walking in his direction. “Why are you here so late?” You questioned, steadying your voice to try and hide the panic hidden in it.