This One Was Very Accurate

MY FIC RECS & LIBRARY enhypen

library = for me to easily find these smau's whenever I want to read.

♡ — my favorite (i love them all tho)

— SMAU (social media aus/fanfics)

DIMPLE BOY yang jungwon

BOOMERANG sim jaeyun smau — ♡ (complete)

CATCH US DISPATCH lee heeseung (complete)

WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER lee heeseung

SIMP FOR REDACTED sim jaeyun — ♡ (complete)

GUESS WHO kim sunoo — ♡ (complete)

EARFQUAKE yang jungwon — ♡

LOVING YOU yang jungwon — ♡ (complete)

MC ENEMIEZ yang jungwon — ♡ (complete)

JUNGWON'S NOONA enhypen hyung line — ♡

FATE ot7 enhypen + ot5 txt

FAVORITE CRIME park jongseong

LUCID DREAMS sim jaeyun

THE FEELS yang jungwon

RUNAWAY BRIDE park sunghoon — ♡ (complete)

LOVE IS (NOT) EASY nishimura riki

BRO CODE sim jaeyun + park sunghoon

CHOOSE ME! OR NOT? yang jungwon

ASAP maknae line

MY LOVE park sunghoon

WRONG NUMBER lee heeseung

IDOL CRUSH yang jungwon

WISHLIST nishimura riki

POLAROID LOVE yang jungwon

FIESTA yang jungwon — ♡

HEART SHAKER lee heeseung

I-STAN YOU kim sunoo — ♡

FIXED sim jaeyun — ♡

CRUSH sim jaeyun

THANKS TWITTER nishimura riki (complete)

TO MY: LOVER! park sunghoon — ♡ (complete)

BABY FEVER park sunghoon — ♡

HEY PREZ! sim jaeyun — ♡

MISERY BUSINESS park sunghoon — ♡

CRUSH CULTURE park sunghoon — ♡ (complete)

VLIVE CONFESSION park sunghoon — ♡

WE GOT MARRIED park sunghoon — ♡ (complete)

NOT YOUR FAULT park jongseong

PAPER RINGS sim jaeyun — ♡

THE GLIMPSE OF US lee heeseung — ♡

PRETTY U park sunghoon

SOUR GRAPES yang jungwon + kim sunoo — ♡

BACK 2 U sim jaeyun — ♡

PINK DIAMOND kim sunoo

READY TO LOVE park jongseong — ♡

more to be added soon!

I'M (NOT) FEARLESS , KIM CHAEWON

SYPNOSIS – when the volleyball club’s captain yn comes back home from the regionals triumphant but with no bitches, she turns to her best friend yeonjun, k high’s dance club vice captain who has a candidate in mind.

PAIRING – kim chaewon x fem!reader

CONTAINS – swearing, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, smau, crackheads, gay panics, highschool!au, romance, wlw, mentions of mental health and sexual jokes, dumb idiots in love, oblivious mfs like are you blind?

FEATURING – le sserafim, choi yeonjun, park sunghoon, yang jungwon and mentions of other idols.

NOTES — photos that are used to portray yn is not supposed to claim what she looks like, only for the purpose of showing how that certain picture is supposed to look like. i do not own anything here except for the plot and yn. as this was made for fun, i am not assuming their personalities, their sexualities and how they act through phone and in real life. relationships between people here are purely fictional and only for entertainment purposes only. TAGLIST IS OPEN!

introduction ! K HIGH FINE GAYS DAYCARE

i. TWARS IN MU ETES

ii. i'll make her fold

iii. don't be a weirdo

iv. yeonjun in a bottle

v. ure next

vi. wonyoungieeeee

wicked games - park seonghwa

release date : coming soon

word count : 25k+

genre : short mlm (seongjoong), mentions of homophobia, horror, fantasy, gore, smut, angst, violence, character death, mentions of eating/cooking, mentions of religious figures/fantasy au, angel/demon au, mentions of blood.

fic playlist - credit to my friend.

starring :

seonghwa as samael/lucifer

you as y/n

yeosang as michael

san as alastair

yunho as uriel

jongho as ezekiel

his back bled, and feathers lay everywhere; it was the most excruciating pain seonghwa had ever felt in his years as an archangel.

“take him away,” he said.

and that’s exactly what ruined the perfect balance that upheld heaven. his own brothers wrapped their arms around seonghwa’s shoulders, dragging him out of the silver city. his back dragged across the floor, painting the marble crimson. seonghwa slowly felt the moon-like essence leave him, his body was soon going to be nothing but fire.

seonghwa was in anger. tears spilled from his eyes at how he lost his father so easily. jongho and yeosang ripped any remaining pieces of the wings off, causing seonghwa to yelp in agony. his eyes glowed white as his brothers cried tears at his torment.

“brother, why would you go against him ?” they yelled. their white eyes blazed as they tore through seonghwa’s spine, dissecting the very fabric of the angel wings out of his back. he had lost the title of a celestial being. no longer was he god's favorite son: his right hand.

-

i’d like to see the moon with you.” he told hongjoong.

“is this your way of confessing your love to me?” the shorter male laughed.

seonghwa stupidly smiled, looking down at his feet, unable to offer an answer to the very cute young man in front of him.

“oh my god !” hongjoongs eyes widened in surprise, “it is !”

-

his expensive leather shoes came into vision and suddenly a fingertip beneath your chin lifted your face up. you swallowed. he was so much more breathtaking this close and if you stared any longer, you swear you’d pass out.

“why do you seem so nervous?” he asked. you shook your head, “ ‘m not, sir. it’s just a little hot in here.” you slapped yourself internally realizing how that sounded once you said it out loud.

his eyebrow rose. “really ? it’s like 67 degrees here. i didn’t think that was considered to be hot.” now that he said it, you realized that it was chilly in here and that his hand under your chin was so so fucking hot like he was running a fever of some sort.

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taglist form !

Same

wanna kiss sunghoon’s lips

needy baby ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

paring: 성훈 x fmr

warning: cnc! smut! reader is described as thin, size kink

You tossed and turned in bed. Too horny to let sleep take over. The ache between your thighs was maddening, and the cool brush of the sheets against your skin only made it worse. You were so worked up it hurt—your legs pressed tight together, your chest rising and falling sharply, ribs faintly visible under the cling of your tank top.

You wanted Sunghoon so badly it was getting in the way of everything—sleep, sanity, breath. You could feel him beside you. Big. Warm. Still.

There was only one way to fix this.

You shifted slowly, limbs light and sharp with angles, and peeled the thick blanket off your narrow frame. The tank top barely clung to your chest, the curve of your ribs showing with every breath. You looked like a whisper beside him—fragile, restless.

You crawled on top of him, moving carefully, your knees pressing down gently onto the mattress. You were so light he didn’t even stir. Your little shorts had ridden up, barely clinging to your ass now, the fabric caught high over your hips, thin thighs spread open as you straddled his lap.

Sunghoon slept peacefully beneath you, chest rising and falling with calm rhythm. His bare torso was broad and solid under your palms. You stared at him—gorgeous and unfairly still—his muscles relaxed, arms stretched at his sides. The size difference between you was absurd. His body made yours look like something fragile, breakable.

You bit your lip and rolled your hips forward, grinding gently against the bulge in his boxers. It was already there—thick, warm, pressing up against you. With every shift of your hips, you could feel it harden beneath you. You gasped quietly, the friction teasing your slick entrance through your thin clothes.

You let out a faint giggle, trembling. This was working. Your body—small, trembling, sharp in all the wrong ways—was driving him crazy, even in sleep.

Sliding down slightly, your fingers found the waistband of his boxers. Carefully, slowly, you pulled them down just enough—not wanting to wake him, not yet. His cock sprang free, thick and long and intimidating. It lay heavy against his stomach, and you stared.

It was huge. Your fingers, so small and thin, barely wrapped around him.

He groaned faintly in his sleep at the touch.

You spit into your hand and began to stroke him, coating him, soft and slow. Your chest rose and fell faster now. He was already twitching in your grip, warm and pulsing. And you were already so wet.

You crawled back up, straddling him once more, and positioned yourself over him. One hand held his cock, the other braced weakly on his chest. Your knees trembled as you lined up and sank down—inch by inch, his cock stretching you open.

A broken moan escaped your throat.

He filled you so deeply it felt like too much. Your tiny body was stretched to its limit, your narrow hips forced wide apart. You whimpered, fighting the urge to stop—fighting the burn that came with taking something so big in a body so tiny. But you needed this. You needed him.

Sunghoon stirred beneath you—just a little. A quiet, breathy moan left his lips. Still asleep.

Once you’d adjusted, you began to move—slow at first, bouncing on his cock with shaky, delicate motions. Your hands were pressed flat on his chest, trying to keep yourself upright as your thin thighs trembled with every drop. You could feel every ridge, every twitch. It was overwhelming, filling, perfect.

Your bones ached with every motion, your chest flushed, sweat slicking the skin over your shoulders. Your breathing turned ragged as your pace quickened. You were lost in the stretch, the fullness, the sound of slick skin and needy gasps. You didn’t even care if he woke up.

And then—A large hand suddenly wrapped around your waist, fingers digging deep into the softest part of your side, gripping tight enough to make you gasp.

You flinched. Your head snapped down—and met his gaze. Sunghoon was awake.

His voice came out rough and dark, laced with amusement. “Such a dirty girl.”

His hand slid up your side, over your ribs, and stopped just under your chest, fingers splayed over the fragile curve of you. You were shaking, eyes glassy, tears clinging to your lashes. Your lips were swollen, bitten raw. Your back arched instinctively.

He looked down at where your small body sat on his cock, trembling and wet.

“You really thought you could take me by yourself, huh?” he growled against your throat, his voice low, wicked. “Tiny little thing—thought you could ride this dick and not get wrecked?”

You moaned, helpless.

Sunghoon sat up and wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you flush against his chest. His mouth met your neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark. You cried out, cunt clenching around him.

“Guess I better help you finish what you started.”

And then he moved. He rose up, slammed you back down. Again. Again.

You cried out, the air knocked from your lungs. Your bones jolted with each bounce, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room. He used you—lifted you, dropped you, fucked into you so hard it hurt. Your body bent easily in his grip, thin wrists clinging to his shoulders, your breath hitching every time his cock slammed home.

You sobbed against his neck, overwhelmed. Sunghoon kissed your tears. Smiled. And then kept going.

Your body trembled in his arms, shoulders rising and falling with every ragged breath. You clung to him with weak fingers, barely able to wrap your arms around his neck, your thin frame rocking with every brutal thrust.

Sunghoon held you like you weighed nothing.

You gasped as he fucked up into you again, your thighs shaking as your spine bowed under the pressure. Your knees were nearly slipping off his hips now, legs spread wide across his lap. Your hips were red from his grip, his fingertips leaving marks in your skin. He was relentless—grinding you down onto him so deep it felt like your body couldn’t take anymore.

But he wasn’t done.

Without warning, he wrapped his arms under your thighs and flipped you—your back hitting the mattress with a soft, breathless sound, the weight of your small frame barely disturbing the bed. He hovered over you now, his body massive, blocking out the dim light above. You looked up at him with wide, teary eyes, your collarbones sharp against the pillows, chest heaving.

Sunghoon took in the sight of you—stretched out, slick and shaking, your limbs spread beneath him, too thin to put up even the illusion of resistance.

“Look at you,” he murmured, almost reverent, as he reached down and grabbed your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head like it was nothing. “So fucking breakable.”

You whimpered, lips parted, unable to answer—your body already clenching around him as he slid back inside. You could barely breathe. He filled you completely, stretching your narrow hips wide again, deeper this time. The angle was brutal. Perfect. Your head fell back against the pillow, back arching sharply as he bottomed out.

“hoonie—” you gasped, voice cracking.

He leaned in close, his mouth brushing your ear. “Say it again.”

“h-hoonie.”

“Say who’s fucking so good.”

“You—hoon, it’s you—”

He groaned low and bit your shoulder, sucking bruises into the thin stretch of skin there. Your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, but they barely reached. You were trembling, tears sliding down the sides of your face from how deep he was. Your back pressed into the bed, hands twitching in his grip.

And he loved it.

He watched you fall apart beneath him, fucked out and ruined, your tiny frame jerking with every thrust. You looked so helpless, so wrecked—thin thighs trembling, lips swollen, voice gone. All because of him.

“Made to take it,” he murmured, hips slamming into yours, sweat dripping down his neck. “No one else could fuck this body but me.”

You moaned—a broken, high sound. Your back arched again, trying to meet every thrust, but it was too much. You were too small, too overwhelmed. You didn’t even know if you were crying from the pain or the pleasure. Maybe both.

Your whole world was just him. His cock. His hands. His voice in your ear.

“G-Gonna cum,” you whimpered, choking on the words.

“Then cum on this dick, baby. Let me feel that tight little body shake.”

You shattered.

Your walls clamped down around him, eyes rolling back, hips shaking violently as the orgasm hit you like a wave. Sunghoon cursed under his breath, thrusting through it, dragging it out. You writhed beneath him, arms still pinned, voice breaking into sobs as you fell apart.

And still—he didn’t stop.

“Not done with you,” he growled, hips pounding harder. “Not ‘til I see you cry for real.”

You whimpered his name again, voice soft and desperate. “Please.”

after seeing sunghoon at the parade today… I WANNA HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS OF PRINCE SUNGHOON

😏

you really want to know?

very well then, I will give you my thoughts on prince Sunghoon taking you in a private date at the ice skating rink. Enjoy.

MDNI 18+ content below the line.

When I see this…

The prince is taking you on a date at the ice skating resort. He promised to show you his moves, he’s even booked the entire rink privately, just for the occasion.

He helped fit your feet in the correct skates, and holds both your hands as he’s teaching you to glide on the ice. His leather gloves tighten around his fingers as he interlocks them with yours. “Here…” he takes off his blue cashmere coat and sets it on the barrier, “you lead and I’ll be right behind you so you won’t fall.”

you’re slowly getting the hang of it, or at least it was easier to skate with the Prince holding your waist, standing so close as the denim rubs against the wool midi-skirt you have on. “Please don’t let me fall.”

“I won’t ever let you fall.”

“are you sure?”

“do I have to prove it?”

“That might help.” You were just teasing, when suddenly the Prince steers you by the hold on your waist and gently runs you into the barrier. Your hip bones softly make contact as you lean forward from the abrupt halt, bent slightly over the edge. “What are you doing—“

your voice cuts out when you turned your face and witness him pinching the tip of his gloves with his teeth. His canines are sharp and pointed, very much like a vampire, which added to his mysterious appeal as he pulls off the leather glove from his strong hand. Reaching down, he hooks onto your panties and shift them over to the side, while his other hand plays with the lace rimmed, thigh high stockings. “Babe! Wait—what?!”

“don’t worry, I’m not going to let you fall…”

he was quick and smooth with his movements that you didn’t even realize he had released his beastly length from his denim attire. It wasn’t until you felt him beginning to feed it inside you. “Ugh!” You whimpered helplessly as he kept your hips plastered against the barrier, gently pushing your upper back to lean you more forward. Your hands reach up and slam against the edge lining of the barrier as you felt him slowly entering. His shaft was cold, it was almost freezing but instantly started to warm up as he nestled inside your walls. “Yes baby…just like that…warm me up.”

his hands reach up and pulls the buttons of your blouse apart, feeding under your bralette as he cups your breasts. Again, his skin was cold, but the warmth of your mounds melted them until they welded onto your skin. The man is so skilled, even with skates on, he was able to stabilize himself on the ice. The momentum of his thrusts made you slip, only for him to pull you up by the hips as he thrusted simultaneously. He goes harder, faster, and deeper, to the point that each time you started to slip again, he’d pull you right back up. you wished that he would just let you fall, instead, he would re-stabilize your body over the flat edge of the barrier as he thrusted up, and inside you. Your knees and thighs practically gave out, your body was trembling, the sensation was unbelievably good and you finally started to beg. “Please! Let me go….just let me fall! I can’t…I can’t take it anymore! Ugh!”

“no baby, I’m never going to let you fall.” He grits his canines against his bottom lip as he continues to thrust, nibbling on your ear and coating your neck with his tongue. His momentum becomes more intense and you find yourself bouncing forward from receiving his pleasurable impact. “Ugh! Please! Oh my God please! Just let me fall! Please let me fall…I’m…I’m going to cum!”

breathing heavily as his voice comes out hoarse and deep, he reaches around and lifts your chin, peering his own face from the side. His tongue travels across your face and meets with your lips. “Cum baby…I’m still never gonna let you fall.”

he keeps thrusting in to you, speed tapping that soft spot, making you gush each and every single time. “Ugh!!!” You scream as you feel the knot in your gut release, spilling all over his cock as you feel the intense warmth of his seed decorating your inner walls. He keeps you bent over, letting you catch your breath.

Finally, when you recover from the intensity of your orgasm, you feel him pull you backwards, all by his hold on your waist. He was still inside you, keeping your body plastered against his chest as he skated you a few laps, forcing you to keep his cock warm. Bear hugging you, he continues to skate while his member twitched and throbs inside you, re-hardens, and pulsates. “Please! I’m so sensitive! Please take it out!”

he smiles as he tenderly kisses your cheek, knowing damn well that you were feeling too good, by the overflow of the warm juices seeping out from your opening, making his cock so slippery as he squelches it in and out of you. “Gotta keep a hold on you, ice skating can be a dangerous thing, besides…” Leaning his face in, he whispers into your ear. “Didnt I say I was going to prove to you…that I’d never let you fall?”

you’re not sure how many laps he took you on, and you’re not even sure how many times he made you cum, all you knew was by the end of the date, the Prince had given you so many of his snowflakes, to the point where you may not even be so sure if your birth control could withstand his royal bloodline from developing inside your tummy. After all, he was a prince, and prince’s are good at producing heirs.

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ohh to finally be the muse and not the artist... just for once

Painter!Ni-ki as your boyfriend who lost motivation to paint until he met you , his muse. He keeps painting you and leaving the Canvass in his Atelier covered by a white cloth in secret so you wouldn’t see them because he wanted to keep it a secret that you’re his motivation to paint again (also because he’s slightly embarrassed). Whenever you’re not looking , he’d get his sketchbook out and sketch your face while smiling to himself.

the great war

❝Because the greatest war Seungcheol had ever waged was against your heart.❞

historical! au | enemies to lovers! au | smut, fluff | 41k words

s u m m a r y : there was only one thing you hated more than your restricted life, and that was choi seungcheol—the greatest venetian general who has ever lived. when a marriage is arranged between the two of you, you were sure it would end in bloodshed. however, as you and seungcheol are forced to attend balls and share a few hard truths, you realise you have more in common with the mysterious general than you thought.

c o n t e n t : military commander! seungcheol, noblewoman! artist! mc, artist! minghao, artist! soonyoung who are both annoying (affectionate), cheol and mc absolutely hate each other because i need to see proper e2l, cheol has a scar on his lip (yes this needs a separate warning), this is set in renaissance venice so there will be many artist references, the doge = basically ruler of venice, themes of sexism, constant arguing between mc and cheol, there is fluff, also angst mature warnings -> tons of sexual tension, making out fuelled by hatred, cheol calls you carrissima (which personally i find very hot) fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (only because medieval contraception is horrendous), petnames cheol says some vile things during the deed, slight corruption kink

p l a y l i s t : dangerous woman by ariana grande || war of the hearts by sade || love is stronger than pride by sade || i don’t understand but i luv u by seventeen

t a g l i s t : at the bottom of the fic!

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : hi hello thank you everyone for waiting for this monster fic!! thank you alice and addy for being the reason i finished this fic, thank you chia for creating a beautiful picture of general! cheol, and greatest thanks to choi seungcheol the man you are </3 i hope you all enjoy this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it <33

WHEN THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC DEFEATED THE OTTOMANS ONCE AND FOR ALL, EVERY CITIZEN—BE IT PEASANT OR THE RICHEST ARISTOCRAT—KNEW WHO WAS BEHIND THAT VICTORY.

His name sparked life into the deathly, cramped streets. Whispers and cheers carried along the murky lakes, the rushed streams underneath the city, lapping up to the cobblestoned shore—entering the ears of marketeers, patricians, nuns, prostitutes, everyone. Wherever one went, the commander’s name rang like the dozen church bells, scattered throughout the lake-locked lands.

The buzz in the air was more frantic this afternoon, though, because the victors’ party was finally returning to the state.

Finally returning home.

You, despite your family’s excitement, despite your connections to the man behind the success of it all, could not have cared less.

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