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𐙚₊˚⊹♡ for enha hyung line.
getting tattoos, sleeping in, daydreaming… cliche lovers, on a television… in the car park, of a dive bar, there’s an angel… singing all my songs… you’re my religion, and my curse and i don’t know which one’s worse… promise that you’ll dream of me ♡
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wait stop because im also the anon who requested for casting couch jay continuation- HHAAHA I guess a lot of us also really really loved the series!! omg I totally loved the fic like I was drooling 🤤 LOVE UU FAIRYY LOVE THE SERIES SM! looking forward to more fics from you <33
bdhdjjd i appreciate all the support for it nonetheless! i do have another ask abt it sitting in my inbox i wanna maybe do a bonus part like afterwards,,, anyway
thank u soooo much for the feedback aaaa i really appreciate it soo much<333 im so glad u liked it i was a lil nervousss i tried to make it gross /pos but still hot eek
fuckkkk i love ur incel!hee never stop writing it omg
ahhh thank uu >.< i’m so happy that u like it!! honestly i’ll probably ‘rebrand’ it as loser bf hee moving forward like i guess it’s not rly incel.. but it’s still really gross and i love the concept for him<333
hhihii!! I just recently started getting into your channel but while i was reading incel hee, what if theyre like.. edating? but hes still really controlling and randomly ghosts her for days on end and just texts her “send?” Perfect like head cannon idea!
hi!! i really like this idea but i genuinely just don’t know what u mean by that last part like he just texts her ‘send?’ like.. send nudes? or did u mean smth else?
hiii!! i miss u too!! i hope ur still doing better<33 aaaa im all over the place ,, my anxiety has been rly bad and i’m stressed out n all that .. honestly i think this has been a bad year for me but i’m hoping it’ll get better somehow soon !!
haiii can u pls do a continuation of casting couch w jay but it's reader's first day on the job aka filming her first porno... but reader thinks it's js like a little short film she still didn't grasp yet the situation maybe (?) so jay is directing her and the theme of the vid is: size training so he makes her use multiple dildos, gaping, maybeee butt plug, and then her costar (any member up to uu) fucks her tits while the camera is panning over her wet &needyyy holes. she finishes w o penetration +her costar cums on her tits, jay is watching the whole time+filming voyeurism-ish
omg this is so filthy i feel gross for even typing this out but i also think it's rly hot #tmi
ok bye tyy > <
i just posted this!! i tried my best & i rly hope u like it n if u do if u wanna please let me know<333 thank u for being so detailed in your ask i don’t usually take fic requests but i appreciated u elaborating and letting me know what u wanted to see!
1.5k ♡ noncon, reader is implied to have big breasts, voyeurism, non consensual filming, degradation, humiliation, praise, use of toys (dildo), gaping ?? overstim, tit job, spit as lubricant, reader cries, facial/hoon finishes on reader’s breasts. in response to this ask!! ♡
✉︎ fairy’s note: this and this are from the same universe sort of not really but kinda? i’d recommend at least reading the first one to get have some idea what is going on. this is very much porn without plot.
the stretch you’re feeling is obscene. face down on the bed, clutching a pillow to your chest while another one is positioned under your hips to assist in keeping your ass elevated for the camera. ‘m-more?’ you choke out, jay and the co-star you just met today ignore you for the time being, talking back and forth like you’re not even there.
sunghoon grips one of your thighs, spreading you a little wider across the wedge tucked beneath you. you only met him for the first time today, but he already seems comfortable manhandling your body into different positions at jay’s whim. your pussy clenches with anticipation around the dildo nestled snugly in your cunt. you can’t see either of them but you can feel their eyes on you, the exposure of the lens boring into your bared holes.
sunghoon’s thumb traces one of your swollen petals, collecting some of the wetness gathered there while his forefinger supports the curve of your asscheek, keeping you on display. the cool air hitting your heated flesh makes your sensitive folds quiver, your inner walls constricting on instinct yet again, betraying how much your needy cunt loves being treated like this even if your mind has yet to catch up. a pathetic whine escapes you as sunghoon’s thumb dips in next to the shaft of the dildo, pressing just enough to make you feel the slight burn of being stretched further.
before you can even grasp what he’s doing, he replaces his thumb with his middle finger, pushing inside to the first knuckle despite the way your tight channel convulses in protest. you whimper weakly, mumbling under your breath that it’s ’too much’ as your forehead drops to the pillow. you know they’re not listening, your stomach tightening as sunghoon works his finger a little deeper, wriggling the intrusion around before adding another one. you gasp suddenly, head snapping up again. you swear you’re trying to just ‘shut up and take it’, but it hurts.
‘try to relax,’ jay instructs from behind you. ‘i’m t-trying’. you grit out. you swear you’re fucking trying. ‘she’s so tight.’ sunghoon comments in a lower tone, clearly only addressing jay. he hasn’t said much to you since you started this ‘session’, yet he has two fingers buried in your cunt next to the dildo he inserted earlier.
still, you want to help yourself. you tilt your hips forward a little further as jay directs you to do so, sunghoon’s free hand finding the small of your back to press down insistently. there’s something dizzying about the way he urges you into the position you were already assuming as though you’re so useless, you can’t be trusted to do it yourself.
‘is she pouting again?’ jay asks, not to you but to sunghoon. you turn your head in the opposite direction immediately as the latter of the two peers down towards your face. ‘yeah.’ sunghoon confirms. you hug the pillow tighter to your chest, your pussy gripping his fingers in an involuntary response to being so blatantly belittled.
‘you’re doing great, sweetheart,’ jay praises smoothly, a contrast to the way sunghoon’s fingers scissor inside you, nudging the solid silicone against your side wall. you inhale suddenly through your nose, thighs twitching. ‘camera loves you,’ he murmurs distantly, busy focusing on getting right angle. you can visualize his brows furrowing, jaw tightening. you’re getting wetter, muscles relaxing despite yourself as sunghoon works his fingers even deeper still.
‘she likes that,’ sunghoon says, curling his digits towards your sweet spot, the stimulation paired with how stretched you are making you keen, clenching hard around the invasion. ‘she really likes that.’
there’s silence between the three of you for a second, emphasizing the slick sound your pussy makes as sunghoon’s fingers press a little deeper, nudging the tip of a third next to the two already in there. you groan into the pillow, dreading what you know is coming next but you desperately try to release the tension you’re holding in your abdomen, praying it’s not going to hurt like how you can only imagine it will. ‘please-‘ you dry sob, panting, trying frantically to steady your breath.
‘wait.’ jay commands. you hear the clicking of plastic and metal, sounds you assume are associated with him mounting the camera back to the tripod. sunghoon stills his movements but doesn’t withdraw his fingers. you tremble, the unpredicted change of plans making your insides flutter with anxiety. they discuss something behind you, catching phrases like ‘new direction’ and ‘wasted assets’. your co-star finally takes his fingers out of you, the sudden shift making you to peek over your shoulder curiously.
your view becomes the ceiling as the room spins and you’re splayed on your back across the mattress. the wedge gets repositioned beneath your back, thighs parted lewdly. sunghoon looms over you, a serious look on his face as he removes the dildo almost clinically. your pussy gapes at the loss, your hands finding your own tits in an instinctive but futile attempt to maintain modesty that’s already long gone.
your eyes widen as sunghoon begins unbuckling his belt while jay outlines what he wants to happen. he takes the camera off its stand again, coming around to the side of the bed to test angles. your lips part, but no sound comes out. sunghoon coaxes your hands away from your chest with surprising gentleness, his palms replacing yours as he starts to knead the generous mounds. you feel even more self conscious face up like this, moving to shield your eyes instead.
‘don’t do that.’ jay barks from the sidelines. he can be so sweet when you’re cooperating, but you’re learning he has little patience when you don’t. your arms fall limply at your sides. he reaches over, adjusting the pillow beneath your head as sunghoon releases your tits to mount you, bringing you face to face with his hard length as he grips one of your shoulders, stroking his length above you. it’s humiliating, even a little terrifying, your nose scrunching in distress. jay’s hand finds the top of your head, petting you in a way that you’re sure he imagines is comforting but is definitely not.
‘push your breasts together, tight as you can.’ he tells you, while sunghoon continues to touch himself over you. his tip looks angry and red, precum starting to leak the more he rubs himself. you close your eyes and do as you’re told. ‘beautiful, just like that.’ jay encourages, twisting the lens to supposedly zoom in on the wanton scene playing out in front of him.
your head fills with all sorts of thoughts, shame, trepidation, humiliation, but you stuff them down as sunghoon puts his hands over yours, parting your cleavage just enough to spit between the valley of your supple breasts. he slots his thick cock between them, using his saliva as lubricant as he shifts his hips, pushing his girth forward until his creamy tip brushes your chin. it’s so humiliating and you’re so overstimulated from everything they’ve done to you so far that the tears start coming before you can even think to stop them.
‘you’re doing so well, this is perfect.’ jay murmurs, catching a salty droplet with his thumb. he strokes the curve of your cheek almost tenderly before pulling back, moving towards the foot of the bed again. your empty pussy clenches around nothing, helplessly turned on by your own humiliation even if it distresses you in equal measure.
the broad head of sunghoon’s cock nudges into your chin with every thrust, forcing your head to tilt back as your spine arches beneath him. your thighs begin to shake, your body responding even without the kind of stimulation you were receiving earlier. your hips buck, seeking friction, but there’s nothing. your tears cloud your vision, whimpering uselessly as sunghoon’s thrusts turn erratic. he’s obviously getting close and with his tip throbbing in your face, you already know what’s coming.
jay’s touch feels like an electric shock, surprising you out of nowhere as his thumb finds your swollen clit. he rubs slow circles firmly over the sensitive nub, your legs quaking immediately. you let out a high-pitched whine, not bothering trying to fight it. you’re already so close, this last push helping you over the edge. you wail with pleasure, your arousal spilling down your inner thighs. your toes curl, ears ringing as jay mumbles praises of nothing to you through the haze.
you’re ripped out of your brief reprieve of orgasmic bliss as hot ropes of cum splatter onto your face. sunghoon suddenly lifts his hips, spurting the rest of his load onto your heaving breasts with a satisfied groan. the room is quiet except for your broken panting and the sound of both men’s equally heavy breathing. as sunghoon climbs off, you catch the faint glow of the red light on the camera, still rolling.
meanie meanest mean bf sunghoon who degrades and belittles you all time n is def rough with you as if he’s not all muscles 😵💫😵💫
18+ ♡ dubcon, mean!hoon, corruption kink, public sex ?? happens in a college locker room, impact play ??, hand over mouth, manhandling, humiliation, dumbification, facial ?? hoon finishes on reader’s face n breasts.
the slots on the changeroom locker will likely leave a mark on your cheek, but you don’t care right now as sunghoon’s hips snaps against the curve of your ass, plunging deeper with each thrust. you waited until the last of his teammates left before sneaking inside to congratulate your boyfriend on winning the game. he’s been keeping your head pinned against the metal surface but as your high-pitched cries of pleasure grow louder, his hand shifts to cover your mouth instead.
he laughs to himself, before punctuating his next thrust with a groan, holding himself flush against your ass as he grinds his cock into your cervix. you’re taking it, pushing back against him, whimpering into his palm like you can’t get enough of this shit, no matter how rough he is with you. it’s intoxicating, feeding his already inflated ego.
he’s close already and it’d be embarrassing if he didn’t account for the fact that his girlfriend has the sloppiest pussy he’s ever encountered. you’re sucking him in like you’ll die without, absorbing every impact like you were made for it, but he knows there’s no way it doesn’t hurt to some degree. he’s learned you like the pain. he has to hold your hips still, slamming you into the locker again and your cries get muffled against the makeshift muzzle of his hand, his patience wearing dangerously thin.
he doesn’t tell you to get on your knees, just pulls out without warning and turns you around, pushing down on your shoulders until you instinctively assume his desired position. you start babbling nonsensically, begging him not to do what he’s about to do. not because you don’t want it, but because you wanted something else. he knows you well enough by now and that’s why he denies you, because you’re so much sweeter when you have to work for what you want.
he slaps his erection across your cheek, precum smearing across your skin. the streak glistens under the fluorescent lights as he starts pumping himself over your face. you whine, but deep down you’re a good girl and his pleasure is your priority. he can’t hold on much longer when you’re just kneeling there beneath him, flushed, panting, trembling with anticipation of his release even though your own gratification has been sidelined with no promise of achieving your own release.
it undoes him, gritting his teeth but it doesn’t contain the grunt of exertion that slips through, hips jerking forward as his loads spurts freely in thick ropes onto your willing form. his seed splatters across your face, your exposed cleavage, painting an obscene picture. it’s one he’s seen before and plans to again, but so far, it never fails to fill him with a sense of accomplishment. his girl, taking whatever he gives her. you weren’t like this when he first met you, and he knows you’ll never be like this again for anyone else.
omg hi.. I’ve been stalking your page like everyday and like I’ve been waiting for you to release a fic it’s been about 1 week+ since I’ve waited 🥲, i love your writing smm could we get a fic like one of the requested ones the jay or any fic atp, i need thattt !! (sending love to uu 💞)
… the way this worked on me. i wrote 1.2k of ur request today if i’m thinking of the right one i’m gonna try to post it tn but i need to finish it + proofread n edit so pleaseee bear with me !!!!!
thank u sm for the flattery<3333 i hope that u will like it a lot, i tried to include as much as i could from ur request bc it was very detailed and i liked it sm but sometimes when i actually get down to writing it’s hard so i really hope u will still enjoy it sosbs🥺🥺
above all else, i'm incredibly proud of enhypen for standing up for themselves. it could be easy for others to shut up and hope the mess starts fading out, but that is so not enhypen style.
they have a comeback approaching rapidly, people throwing tantrums and saying they'll unstan and leave every day (for what reason they feel the need for everyone to know, is beyond me, but that's another discussion) and yet they stand in front of it all and take it head first. and they're so incredibly right in doing it!! it is not sudden and it is not unexpected, they've made themselves clear time and time again but all they were met with was delusions and conspiracy theories about the company handing them scripts when that has NEVER been them, and even though i hate that it had to get to this point, i'm glad they doubled down and stayed firm.
i've always loved how clear and honest they are about their boundaries, and this is no different. i love to see idols draw boundaries and set the record straight!! more of this!!! they are not your puppets to play around with as you please so you get the outcome YOU wish for. it's normal and understandable that there's still pain regarding what happened, but i think a lot of people have lost sight of what's really important (respecting enha and their wishes) to accommodate their own feelings. it's easy to get into that mindset when you start projecting your feelings and thoughts onto the members, but these are not blank slates, and none of us can know exactly what happened, so going forward i hope we will all listen to the words that come out of their mouths directly instead of looking for signs that aren't there.
thank u sm for the recent surge in followers<33 this is probably gonna flop but if u have any questions for me (pls be appropriate) please send them my way!
noncon, gun mention, piss kink, pussy job, ‘little bitch’, humiliation, public setting, mention of security cameras, crying and screaming for help. | wc. 450
closing the store you work at by yourself because your coworker called in sick and there was no one to cover. pulling the tray out of the cash drawer to take to the back to count, not thinking about anything other than how badly you want to go home.
you thought you’d locked the front door behind you, swear you turned the lock but it mustn’t have been all the way. the jingle of the bell alerts you to someone entering. you roll your eyes because of course this would be the night a customer would try to start something with you even though the sign had been flipped and the lights are off.
when you turn around, you see him. standing there with a surgical mask over half his face, broad shoulders, his silhouette almost blocking the door completely. your gaze zeroes in on the gun in his hand, not quite pointed at you but its there, filling the silence between you.
you don’t even realize you’ve pissed yourself, the warmth filling your groin area and soaking through the fabric of your pants. you’re too scared, ears ringing and heart pounding out of your chest. before you can think, he’s got your hands wrenched behind your back, front bent over the cash counter. you let out a sob, hearing him mutter something along the lines of ‘little bitch’, the sound muffled as he secures your arms tighter.
you cry out in pain, louder as he yanks your pants down just enough. the scent of urine hits both of you, a low, dangerous laugh escaping him and it makes your gut churn, a little more pee leaking out of you. his cock slides through your soaked folds with ease, not penetrating but teasing your entrance, making you think he’s going to push into you before he draws back again. he keeps the gun pressed into the small of your back while he ruts himself against you, using his grip on your arms to steady himself.
you beg him to stop, shrieking, but its futile. you try to kick him but he keeps you pinned down with his strength, unable to do much other than squirm and pant. your clit thrums from the sensation of his tip nudging against it, fear blending with a strange sense of submission. an understanding that it’s not going to be over until he decides it is.
when he finally pulls back, you miss the weight of him for an instant. the heaviness of his presence had been shielding you from soaking in the fact that you’re covered in your own piss with your ass out for the security cameras to clearly see. before you can even tug your clothes back on, he’s gone. the front door jingles again. the cash remains untouched under the counter.
noncon, piss kink, nonconsensual filming, it happens outdoors in public but no one else sees, mention of tears and screaming for help | wc. 400
jake being a gross perv, wearing a gopro cam on his head and hiding out, waiting for someone to use the bathroom, but not anyone… someone he thinks he can maintain control over, someone he wants to sink his cock into. he’s impossibly hard, just from the thought of it, palming himself as he waits.
he overhears you telling your friends that you have to pee so bad, you swear you feel like you’re going to burst. when you walk away from your friend group, disappearing from their sight line, jake makes his move. he grabs you from behind, one hand over your mouth and his throbbing erection pressing into your backside.
he’d drag you back to his hiding spot, which isn’t far, behind some bushes and there’s a thick tree. he’d push you against it, face first and hike your skirt up around your hips. he keeps one hand over your mouth to keep you quiet, and the other grabs your wrists to keep you restrained.
‘don’t worry, i’m not going to hurt you…’ jake would try to calm you down, reassuring you but he’s panting and grunting as he grinds himself against you. ‘i know you need to go, just do it…’ his voice would be so strained, almost as if he’s embarrassed to tell you to ‘let go’ and piss yourself but he needs it…
you really can’t hold it, whether you wanted to or not and you’re shaking like a leaf. you’re already leaking a bit and when he tells you to, somehow your body does let go, urine dribbling down your inner thighs and soaking your shoes. jake leans back a bit to take in the sight of the mess you made and he can’t help it any longer, pulling out his cock to rub it in the wet streaks on your inner thighs before plunging himself into your cunt.
despite knowing better than to leave evidence behind, he finishes on the backside of your thighs because he wants to see the mess of your combined fluids covering your legs. your tears coat his hand and make his grip on your mouth slip. when you get the chance, you scream as loud as you can and jake knows he has to run but at least he’ll always have to footage to remember you by.