𝒲𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹

( ⟢ ) pairings. Ot7 x fem!reader

requested — “can you write enha members comforting yn during a movie”

⎯⎯Contains. Fluff, kissing, comforting.

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LEE HEESEUNG The two of you were watching Tangled, popcorn thrown all over the place, soda's spilling over the couch. The scene of Rapunzel getting her hair chopped off pops up, and you look over at Heeseung. "Would you do that if my hair was evil?" You ask, a sly smirking forming. Heeseung smiles, tilting his head, pretending to think. "Maybe.. depending on how long you'd want me to cut." You shrug, and hold a hand up to your shoulder, "A bob or pixie wouldn't hurt." You say, eyes drifting to the screen. "Just.. don't make it ugly like that..." Heeseung looks over, and pulls you into his lap, nuzzling his chin on top of your head. "Doesn't matter how short the hair is, I'll still love and think you're the most gorgeous girl ever." "Whatever, you're just saying that.." you say, trying to cover your smile. "No! I'm serious." He says, turning your head to face him, kissing the side of your mouth.

PARK JONGSEONG You and Jay had been watching a horror movie together, tangled in the sheets. You were clutching his shirt, face hidden in his chest. "Tell me when something's going to happen." You say, almost afraid. "You're fine, it's just a movie, baby." He says, rubbing your back. "So? A scary ass movie!" you complain, pouting into his neck. Jay laughs softly, covering your eyes the moment the jump scare appears. "See? Not that bad, right?" He says, tilting your head up to meet his. He leans down and kisses your nose, laughing against your skin. "Shut up.."

SIM JAEYUN Jake had been laughing at the movie for the past forty five minutes, comparing every scene to you. This time, a scene of a man tripping over absolutely nothing made Jaeyun laugh, and bring up the time you tripped in public over nothing.

Both of you agreed to never speak about that again, but the thought had completely slipped his mind. You rolled your eyes and move over, irritated. "What's the matter now? Should I change the movie" he ask, raising an eyebrow. You ignore him, eyes fixed on the TV but not watching. He scooches closer, pouting onto your shoulder. His hand slides to your waist. "Baby.. did I do something wrong?" he ask, eyes shiny. "Yeah, you did." You say coldly, trying so hard to not make eye contact with him. He freezes, then sighs, recognizing what he did. "I'm sorry. I thought it was funny, I completely forgot what you valued." He presses a kiss to your cheek, pouting more. You look over, angry cracking. "Fine. Don't do it again, Jaeyun."

PARK SUNGHOON Sunghoon had walked out of the room for exactly five minutes, going to get another round of drinks. He comes back to seeing you curled in the couch underneath the blanket. "Love?" He ask, voice low. He stalks over, setting the drinks down. You look up, eyes wide. "Hoon.." you say, voice whiny. Sunghoon laughs softly, and sits next to you, pulling you up into his lap. "What'd I miss?" He ask, pulling the covers over your head. "The demon appeared. He was chasing after the child. A child, hoon" you say. "Well.. that's how the movie must go. Demon's don't get to pick and choose who they go after, they just do it." He says, setting you against his chest. He leans down and kisses your forehead before picking up your drink and bringing it to your lips. "Drink."

KIM SEONWOO Both you and Sunoo were hiding under the sheets, holding hands, waiting for the next pop up. The movie had been going on for 30 minutes, and neither of you moved, in the same position since. The anticipation came, music creeping louder. Just then, Sunoo's phone rings, scaring both of you. You scream at the same time, then look over at the nightstand. You both burst out laughing, realizing it's just a call. Sunoo picks it up, putting it on speak. Jungwon. He asks a brief question, but mid-sentence, a monster appears on screen, you and Sunoo screaming. Jungwon pauses, then laughs, teasing you both. Sunoo hangs up, and pulls you back under the sheets, kissing your hair. "He's so ignorant. He would've screamed too.." Sunoo whispered into your hair.

YANG JUNGWON You were seated between Jungwon's legs, head resting on his chest. Both of your eyes were glued to the tv, eating snacks, chill. Everything was perfect, the movie was calming, until it wasn't. A sad scene came up, and you being on your period, triggered tears. You began to sniff, attempting to hide it by stuffing your mouth. Jungwon notices, and laughs, squeezing one of your cheeks. "You alright baby?" He asks, kissing your shoulder. You shake your head, pointing to the screen. Jungwon turns your head to face him, wiping your tears. "It's okay, baby. it's just a movie." He reminds you, kissing your lips. Your lips meet in a soft gentle kiss, tears mixing in. The salty taste of your tears mixes on his tongue, but he doesn't mind. "Here," he says, hanging you M&M's.

( ⟢ ) pairings. Dad!enha x fem!reader⎯⎯

Contains. Enhypen ot7 as dads

Req by anon

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HEESEUNG

Heeseung was a great father, he loved his son with everything the entire world. You, his wife who gave birth two years ago, he was so proud of you.

He’d sit as you rock your son to sleep, humming a lullaby. Or how’d you get confused in the market with which baby food you like your son would enjoy.

Now here you were, sitting on the edge of the bed while your two year old son crawled on top of his chest. Your son drooled ever so lightly, pinching at heeseung’s nipple.

“Ow! That hurt,” Heeseung complained, sitting up. You turned around laughing, and grabbed your son to place him on your lap.

“s/n, be nice to daddy, he’s relaxing” you whisper the last word in your sons ear, dripping it with sarcasm. Heeseung rolls his eyes but watches as you began to remove a breast from your bra, feeding your son.

Heeseung can’t look away, too drawn on how gentle and loving you look. He knows you’ve done this a million times, but he can’t help himself from the feeling it gives him. Watching the family he built.

As your son drinks off the milk, you notice Heeseung staring, and give him a slight smile. “What?”

“Nothing..”

JAY

Your daughter and Jay were in the kitchen, cooking for you. “Do you think mommy wants this?” Jay asked, holding up a fresh avocado. He knows his one year old won’t respond with words, but the way she reaches out is enough.

Jay began to peel the avocado, taking out the seed. However, when he notices the way his daughter is still reaching out the high chair he tilts his heads.

“What the matter, love? Want to be carried?” He moved to the sink quickly, rinsing off his hands. He unbuckled his daughter out the chair, and picked her up.

However, at the exact moment, she spits up on his shirt, saliva connecting to her mouth and his shirt. His jaw dropped, eyes widening. “What in the..- Y/N!!”

You rushed downstairs worried, but when you seen what happened, you laughed at the scene before you, clutching the corner of the counter.

“Jay!! She—” you couldn’t even finish you sentence, laughing too hard. Jay slowly put her down, and grabbed a napkin. Wiping her mouth first, throwing it out, and grabbing a new napkin for his shirt.

“Absolutely disgusting. Cute, but disgusting.” Jay said, clearly irritated. He goes to wash off his hands, your daughter laughing along with you.

Jay watched as you and his daughter laughed at him, clearly finding the scene funny. This moment would be a moment he’ll remember forever, a moment every father should get to experience.

“Like mother like daughter,” Jay mumbled to himself, heart racing.

JAKE

Jake had been watching multiple YouTube videos on how to change a diaper for the past 20 minutes. He had never been so more confused on his life.

His son, who was three, kicked at Jake wanting to hurry up and be changed. Jake sighed and began to take off the diaper filled with poop, gagging. “Gross” he whispered to himself.

He instantly threw it out, not even bothering to wrap it. He grabbed a wet wipe, making sure to wipe in all the proper areas to prevent any think of irritation for his son.

Doesn’t last long until he gets the smallest bit of shit on his hand, and he loses it. He scream loud, causing you to rush into the room. “What? What happened, Jake?”

Your eyes scanned the room looking for any caution, but they land on Jake who’s holding up his land likes it been infected.

You laugh, walking over. “You’re such a big baby.” Your son laughs at your words, spite a bit out his mouth. Jake rushes out to wash his hands, letting you take over.

You wipe your son precisely, carefully, and correctly. Jake walks in to you putting on his diaper, folding the tags the right way.

He smiles to himself, walking behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Can you do my laundry next?” He asks, joking. The next thing he sees is a wipe covered in saliva heading straight for his face.

SUNGHOON

Sunghoon was downstairs in the kitchen, trying to heat up the baby bottle. His two year old daughter was crying and he knew the only way to cheer her up without you here was milk.

However, he had put it in the microwave for far too long, and the next thing he heard is the noise of the bottle exploding.

He jumps slightly, but his daughter jumps even more, for dramatic effect. He sets his daughter down on the counter and opens the microwave, milk pouring out. “Well.. maybe mommy knows what to do.”

Your daughter claps her hands, nodding. “Mama!” She says, looking around. Sunghoon picks up his phone, dialing your number. You answer almost immediately.

“Hi hoon, what’s the matter?”

“The microwave exploded.”

You paused for a moment on the other line, confused. “Is my baby okay? Is the house on fire? Where are you?”

“No, no. The bottle in the microwave explode” he explains, correcting himself.

“Oh. Just use one of the pre-made bottle in the fridge, don’t heat it up.” You say sternly. “I’ll be home soon, let me say hi to my baby.”

Sunghoon puts the phone on speaker, letting his daughter make her baby sounds.

“My baby!! Hi pretty!” You say on the phone, your daughter letting out a high pitched laugh.

Sunghoon listens and watches the interaction, even when you’re far away right now, you still have the ability to make your daughter in the happiest mood ever.

SUNOO

Sunoo and his five year old daughter were playing dress up, he was seated in a tiny chair he was forced in, while his daughter applies makeup.

You stand in the doorway, laughing at the view. “Awhh, look at my two princess. Maybe we can do a tea party, too?”

Your daughter’s face lights up, nodding. “Yea!” She says, clapping her hands. She applies a bit more lipstick to sunoo’s face before running out the bedroom, and into her play room.

She picks up her tea toy set, and places it on the floor. “Mommy!! Help me!” She calls out. You walk into the room and sit beside her, helping her set up the party.

Sunoo follows behind, smiling. He watches as you and are daughter connect with toys, sharing giggling and cups.

“Cmon daddy!” Your daughter said, bringing Sunoo back together. He takes a seat aswell, picking up his own plastic cup.

JUNGWON

Jungwon was stressed. Two kids, a four year old daughter and two year old son. It was the best thing, but the worse thing at the same time.

Double the crying, double the complaining, but double the happiness.

You were cuddled up with your daughter and son, playing with toys and baby shark playing in the background. Jungwon watched from the kitchen, smiling.

He loved how easy it was for you to make them so happy, make everyone happy. Even if he was having the worse day ever, coming come to you three was the best thing we could’ve ever wished for.

“Wonnie! Look,” you said, pointing to the tower your son had built. Jungwon walked into the living room, eyes glued to the tower.

“Woww, so impressive!” Jungwon said, plopping down next to you all. However, the moment he sits the tower collapses. Your son gasp, eyes widen. He pouts and immediately hits Jungwon’s leg.

Your daughter jumps in, now both kids were jumping Jungwon. You laugh, watching the scene unfold as Jungwon dodges and pleads that it wasn’t him.

The two finally stop, crawling back into your lap. You kissed both of their forehead, The oldest sticks a tongue out at him.

“Whatever, that’s why mommy loves me more,” Jungwon says , and cries instantly emerge from both babies. You were ready to put belt to ass on Jungwon your damn self.

NIKI

Your son had been running away, Niki chasing him. Around the kitchen, up the stairs, into his room, back downstairs, bathroom, and back in the kitchen.

Both boys ran to you, your son tugging on your leg and Niki tugging on your arm. You inhaled, trying to stay composed.

“What?” You asked, both boys groaning. You don’t like you’ve ever seen such an accurately replica of Niki, ever. Until your son was born. He didn’t even try to be like you, one bit, just followed after his father.

“Mama! Dada is scaring me!”

“y/nniee!! Your son won’t listen to me!”

“Mommy!”

“Y/nnie!”

You turned off the oven for safety purposes, and turned around, lifting your son off the ground. “Niki, go put your son in the bath.” You said sternly, trying so hard not to yell.

“Baby, listen to daddy.” You said to your son, kissing his cheek. Your son pouted, exhaling hard. Niki picks him up, sticking out a tongue. But the moment your son lands a slap to Niki’s face, his whole demeanor changes.

You laugh, covering your face. Niki rolls his eyes and walks to the bathroom. The moment Niki sets him down, both boys began to square up, literally fighting playfully.

—High School Sweetheart—-

( ⟢ ) pairings. Sim Jaeyun x toxic!fem!reader

⎯⎯Contains. Smut, agnst. Toxic relationship, anxiety mention, manipulation.

Both of you being lovers since highschool, but you’ve been the worse person he’d ever known.

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The door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the house. You already knew what was coming.

Hard footsteps followed into the kitchen, exactly where you were. Jake stood there, watching you, eyes narrowed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He said, voice stern.

You looked back at him, crossing your arms. “I didn’t want to go, not my fault.”

You said, shrugging. Jake’s fist tightened, a deep sigh falling from his mouth. “You made me look dumb. Stupid.”

Jake stepped closer, one hand gripping the kitchen counter. You could see the hurt and anger in his eyes. You knew he had high anxiety, so you leaving him alone in such a crowded area might’ve been a bad idea.

“Jake, I told you already I—” “no,” He cut you off, eyes watering. “I stood there for an hour, looking around for you. You told me you’d be there.”

Your heart dropped, hearing the pure despair in his voice. You’ve known his since high school, and you knew everything about him. But seeing him cry, it feels new every single time.

“Jake, please.”

You started but he shook his head, already walking off into the bedroom. You followed after him, watching him change his clothes into his pajamas from the bedroom door.

You leaned against the frame, staring at him, waiting for him to look back. But your eyes never met.

“You promised to love me..” he said standing in front of the dresser, voice cracking. Your heart shattered. You stepped closer, making him face you.

You knew, if you can’t handle a heart like his, you shouldn’t waste your time, or his. But he loved you too much, and you didn’t want to let him to just yet.

Both of your hands found his face, holding it up so both of you were eye to eye. His eyes were filled with tears, but not quite dropping.

Slowly, one hand traveled down his face, and onto his neck. You pulled him down into a kiss, kissing his tears away.

His heart staggered, and you pushed him back onto the bed. “Forgive me, please, Jaeyun.”

He sighed, breath shaken. You pulled his pants down, fingers rubbing against his boxers. As much as he hated you right now, his body still responded, reacting to your touch.

You kissed his crotch over and over again, lifting his shirt slightly. He moaned low, hips jerking into your touch. Finally, you pulled his boxers down, one hand wrapping around him.

“Shh, I’ll make you feel better, baby.”

He looked down at you, eyes shimmering. You smiled softly, your mouth wrapping around him. The warmth hit him, and he dropped his head back against the pillows, whining.

You sucked like never before, taking him down your throat fully. Your other hand stroked what you couldn’t reach. You didn’t want to be honest to him just yet, you knew the exact requirements he needed when it came to dating him.

You might’ve been the worse girlfriend he’s ever had, not to mention you’re his only ever. You thought you could’ve be his one and only true love, you even promised to love him.

But if you couldn’t even be a good friend, what’d make you a good girlfriend? You both were just high schoolers, drowning in puppy love.

Now, both of you adults, you stilled had him wrapped around your finger. Even if he wanted to leave or make a move, he was too drawn to you to let you go.

His hips jerked onto his mouth, chasing his climax. Finally, he finished in your mouth, you swallowing it all. You crawled up next to him, wiping his tears away.

— Big Girls Don’t Cry —

( ⟢ ) pairings. Lee Heeseung x fem!reader

⎯⎯Contains. Smut, fluff.

Heeseung found you crying after ignoring him for hours, and decided to make you feel good for suffering alone.

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Heeseung’s footsteps echoed through the house as he walked closer towards the bedroom, a slight knock ringing off your door.

You quietly wiped your face, your eyes red shot. You’ve been crying for hours, not answering any of Heeseung text or calls. He drove home as fast as he could, knowing something was wrong.

He opened the door, his eyes landing on you immediately even though the room was pitch dark, expect for the moonlight peering through the window.

“Baby..” he started, walking closer. He settled next to you on the bed, instinctively pulling you onto his lap. Your head rested on his chest, a finger drawing small circles on his shoulder.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, tucking your head under his chin. You couldn’t get anything out except a small whine, tugging at his shirt.

Heeseung raised an eyebrow in light confused, then sighed, turning you to straddle him full. “Let me help you forget whatever happened.” He whispered, leaning in.

His lips found yours in a kiss, hands sliding to your waist. Your tears dried, hips moving subtly against his crotch. “Hee..” you moaned into his mouth.

He tugged your shirt over your head, and tugged off your bra, lettting your breast fall free. One hand found a nipple and latched onto his, squeezing it between his fingers.

“It’s okay, love. I’ve got you.” He breathed out, you grinding deeper onto his lap. He flipped both of you over on the bed, so now he’s hovering over you.

Your legs wrap around his waist, hands sliding under his shirt and exploring his chest. Heeseung groans into your moan, grinding his hard member between your legs.

You arched up into him, seeking more. Eventually, Heeseung slid his sweats off, and threw them on the floor. Finally breaking the kiss, he leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth, a free hand coming down to pull off your shorts and panties.

You were already wet and slick, just for him. He didn’t need prep, just immediate attention. He slid inside you, your velvety walls pulling him in.

“Fuck.. such a good girl for me..” Heeseung moaned, sliding into you fully, pulling out just enough, then slamming back in gently. He pressed soft kisses all over your chest and neck, both hand holding your waist.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, eye fluttering. “More, please. Make me forget.” You whimper against him, a plea.

He sped up just for you, chasing both yours and his climax. Then, both of you came hard, his cock jerking into you, your hips jerking upwards off the bed.

“Yes, yes!” You moaned, doubling down on his cock. You squeezed your eyes shut, toes curling.

After, Heeseung rolled off of you, flopping down next to you on the bed. “So.. wanna tell me what’s the matter now? And why you’ve been ignoring me?” He asked, pulling you closer to him.

Your fingers traces his abs, eyes not meeting his. “Not yet.. can we nap first?” You say, lips forming a small pout. He took a deep breath, then smiled, nodding. He kissed your hair, letting you rest against him.

Heeseung knew exactly how to take care of you.

sighs please reblog.

i recently came across a recent video that genuinely made my stomach drop.

it shows sunghoon being chased, and then getting cornered at an elevator while girls scream and try to push their way inside. you can literally see him covering his face with his hands, shrinking in on himself like he’s trying to disappear because he’s so stressed. it’s not “chaotic fan energy.” it’s a person being overwhelmed and trapped.

i have the video saved — and i’m not posting it here. because reposting it (even “for awareness”) just spreads the violation further, boosts it through engagement, and gives the uploader exactly what they want: attention, reach, and a bigger market for invasive footage.

but i am posting this because: this is sasaeng behavior. it’s stalking. it’s harassment. it’s scary. and it can get people hurt.

༷ ྀི ⃝˳ — pjs x fem reader smut brat tamer!jay daddy kink spanking stepdad!jay impact play slight dubcon sub!reader breeding kink creampie 829

thwap. the noise registers to you before the sting, jay’s heavy hand making contact with your plump little ass once more. the skin blooms into a deep red, making him hum in content. jay is always in control, in every aspect of your life. he controls what you eat and when, where you go and with whom, when you sleep, everything. but jay knows that even though he’s put all of these safety precautions in place for you, you’re still going to be a brat at times, like now. ‘keep counting’, his voice is rough and hoarse after screaming at you for coming back an hour late, an hour too late.