hencheri

[hencheri]

I’m the one from the last ask you can do it however you want you can make Jay mean if you want

well, since i have full permission...

18+ mdni.

warnings: dacryphilia, dubcon, jay's kinda toxic.

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jay is like that really possessive and protective boyfriend. he provides for you, takes care of you. he's a man of a few words, but his actions are way more meaningful than that.

you're someone quite sensitive, worrying about way too many things, that, in jay's opinion, aren't really important. seeing you cry is like a daily occurrence, but he doesn't mind it. if he did, he wouldn't be with you.

he doesn't mind it because, honestly, he likes it a lot. even makes him hard.

it's not that he enjoys seeing you hurt—well, maybe— but there's something about being the one who has to comfort you that makes him prideful, somewhat satisfied. it intensifies his possessive side.

he'd be so manipulative about it, shushing you, telling you it's nothing, that all you need is to shut your brain off... and there's only one thing that works better than anything else; his cock.

you're not really telling him no, not really telling him yes either, but as long as jay makes you feel good, it's fine, right? and anyway, there's a part of him that always wants to see you cry while empaled on his dick.

the way your eyes are glossy and shiny, the way your tears fall one by one on your face and cascade your cheeks, how you hiccup and sniffle as he plunges his cock inside of you, your tits bouncing on your chest... he honestly can't get enough.

the moment he sees your tearful eyes, it's like something switches in him... he still takes care of you, don't get him wrong, but he does it just in a different way where he throws you over the bed, pulls your panties down and slowly, yet intensely, fucks your cunt.

[hencheri]

hey luvie... what do you think of riize and nda...

ooh hi!! plsssss forgive me if i misinterpreted what u meant by nda, but, cw: dubcon, coercion, gangbang, idol au with ot7, mmm i’m thinking,,, signing the nda for ur bias,, u can’t believe this is really smth that happens at concerts but you’re not about to turn down the chance!! u learn quickly that u should probably start reading the fine print when it comes to legal documents bc 7 cocks for the price of 1 wasn’t what u were expecting🤭

they’d do the nastiest things to you, using ur body while they destress after their performance.. they’d try to fit as many cocks in u as possible at once,, preferences would look smth like,, cunt: eunseok, seunghan, mouth: wonbin, sohee, asshole: sungchan, anton, shotaro🤭🤭 they wouldn’t even care if u came :(( literally just using u like a human fleshlight but they’d be spurred on the more exhausted and disheveled u get, wanting to ruin u completely, making sure u never forget your fan experience<333

[hencheri]

when everyones not online and playing tumblr w me

[hencheri]

heyoo I don't go on tumblr much but I just wanted to ask if you're okay

I hope you are taking good care of yourself(⁠ ⁠T⁠_⁠T⁠)⁠＼⁠(⁠^⁠-⁠^⁠ ⁠)

awww you didn't have to!!! 🥹 dw about me love, im doing super good!! i hope its the same for you, take the break that you need <33

[hencheri]

this is so good! Are you planning to do a part 2 of this with more noncon?

https://www.tumblr.com/hencheri/772535672368201728/young-lust-18-mdni-you-want-mark-so-badly-but?source=share

no, it was planned to only be a oneshot!

[hencheri]

nobody can understand how bad i need him. NOBODY. don't even try. i'll come up with wicked shit you can't even imagine that i would let him do to me. it goes beyond the "i'll let him run me over". it goes far, far beyond that...

i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him i need him

[hencheri]

xiaojun is my wet dream..!!! but don't feel bad for yangyang... poor boy isnt better than xiaodery :/

Imagine wayv maknae line gangbanging reader? (noncon) ALSO MORE MEAN DOM XIAOJUN?

18+. mdni.

warnings: gangbang, noncon, physical violence.

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yangyang didn't have any mean intentions. not at all. upon seeing you, he just thought about your face and the harmony of it. your hair, how it dripped over your shoulders. and your cleavage, a gold heart pendant sitting on your chest.

he liked how you looked and how polished your appearance was. it felt like looking at an angel, stomach churning at the mere sight of a beautiful girl like you.

maybe he had a few dirty thoughts. like how perky your nipples would be without your top on, or how plushy your thighs would feel in his hands.

but that's when he realized he shouldn't have stared at you for so long, xiaojun and hendery noticing what — or rather who — had caught the youngest's attention.

yangyang has always been aware of the foul way his friends treat girls. to be honest, just hearing them talk makes him uncomfortable sometimes. especially xiaojun.

he says things in such a nonchalant manner it sends shivers down yangyang's spine. the evil gleam in xiaojun's eyes when he explains what he wants to do to you is enough to alert him that he might be serious this time. it's always followed with hendery's laugh, turning everything into a joke.

he's learned to smile along with his friends' laughs, bashfully looking away as what was said made his cock jump more than once.

yangyang isn't like them, ideas like these don't occur in his mind. at least it isn't frequent. but xiaojun and hendery are his closest friends since literally forever, so perhaps the scene happening in front of him doesn't frighten him as much as he pretends to.

you're sobbing so loud he wonders how nobody still hasn't heard anything coming from the dark alleyway they're in. hendery holds you from behind, his hands wrapped around both of your arms. he's looking over your shoulders, watching xiaojun coming closer to you as he keeps you from moving away.

xiaojun lifts up your top, revealing your stomach, heaving up and down rapidly. "give me your cig," he tells yangyang, looking at your skin, pretty goosebumps all over it.

"... what?" yangyang hesitantly mutters, but he clearly heard what his friend said. he just doesn't want to believe he's going to do what he thinks he will.

"give it to me," he repeats, now shooting him a glare.

he hears another one of your sobs and takes the cigarette out of his mouth, still lit up, passing it to xiaojun. he does just what he thought he would.

xiaojun presses the burnt end onto your stomach and you let out a scream that will surely stay in yangyang's mind for a while. xiaojun could only describe it as the most beautiful and truthful sound he's ever heard.

hendery holds you from squirming too much, keeping your back against his chest. "how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his breath brushing over your neck making you wince. "hm?" he encourages you to answer, a little too eager.

"it hurts!" you cry out, and of course it does. but you obviously don't see it in the right way.

"dejun, come on..."

it makes the oldest roll his eyes, huffing out. "what?" he says, visibly irritated. "think you're better than that? than us?" xiaojun turns to yangyang, looking at him like he's missing the point — the whole sense of it. "i know you better than anyone else, yangyang."

he stares at him one last time, "leave if you want."

the smile on xiaojun is big when yangyang doesn't leave, but also gets driven by his own deepest desires — the very ones he swore he didn't have.

his cock is filling you up entirely, thrusting back and forth inside of you with his arm wrapped around your torso, holding you up. yangyang's eyebrows frown as xiaojun twists your hair around his fist, raising your head up so your leaky eyes meet his.

your angelic features are ruined, drippy mascara dusting your cheeks instead of your red blush. yangyang's partially the cause of it, even before he pushed his length in your pussy. you were destined to be ruined the moment he laid eyes on you.

[hencheri]

His stamina would kill , his girlfriend would say the safe word so much in one night😭😭😭😭

omg what i wish xiaojun had done in his tiktok instead of pranking us 🙄 urgggh save me jay!! save me!!! or kill me wtv suits him <3

[hencheri]

Opinions and Yuta and knife play???

18+ mdni.

warnings: noncon, fear kink & chase kink.

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both goes hand in hand...

makes me think of emo boyfriend!yuta who wants to try new stuff in the bedroom. like, you already know he's kinky, but the knife... you're not so down. it's not something you want near you, and surely not as a threat, even if it's for the kink of it.

yuta genuinely expects you to be at least willing to try, but to his disappointment, you refuse. his face drops, all the excitement he felt before bubbling up into ... frustration, anger. you're always a good girl, yuta always talks you through it so you're the most comfortable, so you let him do whatever he wants to you.

like okay, there's no actual knife play happening here cause i'm a bitch and i never end up following requests, but pls..!! hear me out..!!

he doesn't understand why the knife is a problem now. he tries to convince you with his sweet smile, but it's off. it's not genuine. as you say no again, yuta pauses, his fingers clenching around the handle of the knife.

he doesn't want to hurt you, really. he just wanna see the sharp blade glide across your neck, down the valley between your breasts. no cut, no blood, only a pretty shiny thing pressed up against a pretty slender neck. but you don't want to give him that, do you?

he swears he doesn't mean to be menacing or scary, he swears he just wants to make you discover a new way to feel pleasure, but he realizes you really don't share the same ideas as you slip away from him.

yuta rolls his eyes when he hears you stumbling in the living room, no doubt going for the front door. you're so stupid sometimes, but it's not your fault. you'll learn.

you're almost reaching the door to the stairwell when he catches you by the shirt, pulling you back to him. he covers your mouth with his palm, the other holding the blade right under your chin.

"don't force me to kill you, baby," yuta says in your ear, his breath brushing over your face. "that'd be a shame 'cause i really don't want to do that, you know. i prefer my girlfriend lively, and... screaming my name."

"now let's get back inside and finish what we started, hmm?"

[hencheri]

XIAOJUN ʚїɞ give me that (240616)

[hencheri]

XIAOJUN | Love Talk On The Way in Taipei

cr. _planttttt

[hencheri]

xiaojun is wrecking me so bad its NOT a joke

[hencheri]

☆ enha m.list | (minors & ageless blogs dni)

[ 🥀 ] dark content

LEE HEESEUNG;

love, H 🥀

JAY PARK;

make you mine 🥀

[hencheri]

Hii Mel!! Thank you for replying to the reblog. Its always nice to see author replying to give further explanation on their fics. Tbh Its my first time finding a hendery (wayv)stan who writes dark content (it's always the nct dream ones). I'm a huge hendery stan as well. It's nice to meet you.I'd love to see more fics from you. Pls never stop writing <333

no need to thank me omg!!! i love love love when people reblog my fics and add little comments and ask questions!! ofc im gonna respond hehe. it happens so rarely, like it goes straight to my heart.

nct dream is just so much more popular, and nctizens usually don't bother with wayv, so i think it's normal most dark content writers focus on dream (especially since dark content is still kinda very niche). wayv has so much potential like aaargh pls. but it is what it is. its nice to meet you too <3 i have more fics to come, dw!!

[hencheri]

they did leave her alone... hendery wanted to keep her but! xiaojun didn't want to. their intentions were just to use her and then get rid of her :c

hendery wrote something along the lines of "i found better company" as reader. and yeah... xiaojun would carve his initials on her. don't know if he'd do it for hendery, don't think he'd like to do permanent damage on her but that's one way xiaojun would show his ownership over reader.

18+. mdni.

pairing: mean!xiaojun x fem!reader x mean!hendery

warnings: noncon, mention of physical violence, xiaojun is straight up cruel & hendery is kinda a himbo lol.

wc: 2k

this is part 2 of this drabble. thanks yaz for the idea <3 it's a little different from what you asked.

xiaojun takes a sip of his drink, the alcohol burning his throat as he swallows it down. he looks around, squinting his eyes at the crowd, searching for a face that would spark something in him. something new and exciting.

but no one interests him enough.

he sighs when his gaze falls on hendery, enjoying himself with some random girls on the dance floor. xiaojun can hear his laugh from here, his hand slapping one girl’s ass, whispering in the ear of the other, making both giggle. 

it doesn’t take much to entertain hendery, just some pretty girls and he’s over the moon. with how easy going he is, his popularity is not surprising. his boyish charm always has its effect on women. 

xiaojun wishes he was as easily entertained as his best friend, but he needs more than just some sexy attire and a girl giggling at everything he says. he sees the inviting glances thrown his way, and maybe he would give in if that’s what he was searching for, but for some reasons, tonight he wants something different, not just a hook-up. 

and that something he will find in someone he already knows very well. 

he spots a feminine silhouette at the bar, body wrapped in a short white dress that seems to be made of satin. she talks to a man, presumably boyfriend as he lays a protective hand on her hip, soon leaving her alone. 

xiaojun can only see her back until she turns around with a glass in hand. the same very eyes he made tears flew from are looking straight back at him. 

his entire mood shifts and that spark he needed so badly finally lights up in him. it’s you. 

he’s about to stand up and leave his seat when he notices your eyes going elsewhere, staring at the crowd of people stacked on the dance floor. xiaojun follows your gaze only to realize hendery is no longer dancing, instead walking in your direction. 

you decide to go in the opposite way, but you stop dead in your tracks as xiaojun comes up to you as well. you’re trapped. 

you back away until you hit the edge of the bar behind you, eyes going in between the two men, having no clue on what to do or how to escape. but it’s simple; you can’t escape. and hendery would like to believe this is fate, this is just how life’s decided to be. 

he would be right about one thing; this is how it is and you can’t do anything about it, but fate… no, fate isn’t so cruel. it isn’t so unfair. 

hendery is the first to arrive, flashing you a sweet smile that would have melted your heart if you didn’t know how mean he truly is behind closed doors. 

“what a surprise,” he flirts, casually leaning his body against the bar at the same time xiaojun comes to your level. 

they both exchange a look, their plans totally changed now that you’re here. 

last time, they left you in their hotel room as it was the last night they were staying in. xiaojun knew they would have to leave eventually, they couldn’t keep you. it was a little delusional to even consider it, but hendery has the habit to get easily attached to people. he sure gets over them fast as well, even though your case has been quite special.

your big scared eyes are looking back at him like he remembers, meaning ‘don’t do this to me’. it’s something hendery can’t promise, though. that wouldn’t make any sense. 

your head turns to xiaojun then to hendery again. “i came with my boyfriend. leave me alone or-”

you’re cut off by xiaojun who clasps a hand around your face, harshly pulling it toward him. he seems to always want to control your movements, to control what you see and what you say — he just wants to control everything. 

“or what? don’t threaten us now, princess,” he says sternly, “you know better than this.”

his eyes hold all the hate in the world. he doesn’t give a single fuck about your boyfriend, in fact, he has a stronger desire to take you now that a boyfriend is involved. it means having something that isn’t technically his, but will be once he has his hands on you, as if curving his initials into your skin. ruin you for any other man.

“where’s the little boyfriend anyway? i don’t see him,” hendery mocks, laughing straight in your face. how convinient for them that he decided to leave right when they noticed you. it’s meant to be, hendery’s sure of it. 

you open your mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. maybe fate is that cruel after all. 

your phone is buzzing incessantly, messages and calls from your boyfriend. you wish for once he wouldn’t worry so much, that he’d at least drop it off for tonight. 

this situation is too reminiscent of the last time they had you both helpless and submissive for their sick pleasure. your dad calling, and now your boyfriend, all while xiaojun is taking you from behind. 

your front is pressed down on the bed as your legs are dangling off of it, hands holding onto the bed covers. 

“can you turn that shit off? that boyfriend’s gonna turn me crazy,” xiaojun groans and rolls his eyes, talking to hendery. 

he picks up your phone from the floor, seeing almost 20 notifications all from the same number. “my guy’s worrying to death,” hendery snickers, scrolling through the unread messages. “we should reassure him and tell him his precious girlfriend is well taken care of.”

you can’t believe they want to mess with your loved ones again. you still remember when xiaojun pressed your phone to your ear, basically forcing you to talk to your father while his friend was on top of you. you won’t forget the sickening glint he had in his eyes, like he’s never been more entertained in his life before. 

“stop it,” you say with a weak voice, tear stained cheek laying on the mattress. you look at hendery, but he doesn’t drop your phone, instead typing something on your keyboard, immediately assuming he’s sending a text to your boyfriend. “don’t! please! why are you doing this?” you cry out loudly.

but again, they choose to ignore you. the smile on hendery’s face makes you sick in your stomach, how can someone so beautiful be so heartless? 

“give it to me,” xiaojun asks, reaching his hand out. hendery hands it to him and he places the screen just in front of your eyes. “how caring of him,” he coos.

you can see all the texts he sent you, asking where you are, why did you leave, if you’re with someone else, if he did something wrong, and then calling you a bunch of times. 

but before you can see what hendery said to him, xiaojun opens your camera and starts to record a video. 

he holds your hip with one hand, thrusting back and forth into your pussy. he films your intercourse, capturing how the translucent pearls falling from your eyes roll gracefully over your rounded cheeks to disappear into the material of the bedsheets. how pretty. 

the back of your thighs burn at how violently he pounds into you, his skin smacking against yours, the sounds echoing in the room. 

xiaojun leans over you, his naked chest sticking to your back, and a surprised gasp escapes your lips when he digs his teeth into your shoulder, biting you. he films it, of course, wanting the video to be as graphic as possible — so explicit that when your boyfriend will watch it, he’ll burst in anger, his little ego crushed by seeing his girlfriend in the hands of another man.

his hips roll against your ass, hard cock entering your pussy and stretching your walls to the size of his girth. the amount of arousal that drips along your inner thighs embarasses you, cursing your body for reacting to his touch — to their touch. 

he positions his lips right beside your ear, “you like this, don’t you?” he growls, sliding his cock into your wet cunt in a way that has the knot in your stomach tightening. “poor little girl getting her slutty hole stuffed full of cock… how unlucky,” xiaojun whispers to you, his mean words making you sob harder. he says all of this while looking straight at the camera, knowing who’s going to be the spectator of it. 

he then straightens his back, resuming his brutal and harsh pace. he ends the video, passing your phone back to hendery who happily sends it to your boyfriend. 

more long minutes pass where xiaojun moves into you back and forth, slapping your ass so hard that you still feel the trace of his hand on you. hendery has a painful hold of your hair, your head tilted to the side as he makes you suck his dick. he can’t stop talking to you, calling you a bunch of names, praising your skills that you absolutely hate using as of right now. 

you wish his words would mean nothing to you, but they will remain in your mind for a long time, replaying in your head every time a man that isn’t him will touch you. you will not recover from this, and the fact that you might not find pleasure with anyone else scares you the most. this isn’t how you should feel. 

your phone is long forgotten, thrown away on the floor, nobody paying attention to it until the battery finally dies down and you don’t hear any more from your boyfriend. you’re relieved, in a way, that his attempts to contact you are just useless now. 

the night feels endless, and rightfully so, because they use you in so many ways that you can’t count anymore. your energy is spent, but they don’t care — not in the slightest. you’re theirs now. 

the sun going through the blinds wakes you up, blinking your eyes open. your eyelids stick together a little bit and you feel the puffiness of your face, the results of you crying all night. 

the first thing you see is hendery’s sleeping face, buried in your chest. you can feel his breath fanning across your skin, quiet and regular. his deep brown hair are in a mess, strands covering his forehead and eyes. 

his big hands are laid on your waist, blood creeping up to your face when you realize that you’re naked. you forgot for a second the reason why you were brought here and with who. 

you squirm just a little, but you can’t really escape hendery’s embrace, he holds you too tightly. 

you look up when you hear the sliding door opening and then closing, seeing xiaojun getting back inside, a cigarette in hand. he takes one last drag out of it until he crushes the end into the ashtray placed on the dresser beside him. 

he’s dressed in a large black hoodie and grey sweetpants. when he notices your gaze on him, he smiles at you, surely the first time you’ve ever seen him do it. 

“do you wanna take a shower?” he asks and honestly, it surprises you.

you remember waking up in an empty hotel room, only your bag and clothes laying on the floor, no trace of the men who had taken you away. but now, they’re here, one of them cuddling you in his sleep and the other offering you to wash yourself. 

what changed? why did they stay?

you faintly nod your head. “great, i’m gonna go start it then.” and xiaojun leaves for the bathroom. 

you look around the room and catch the sight of your phone charging on the nightstand nearest to you, extending your arm to grab it without startling hendery’s slumber. you unplug it, bringing it to your face.

you rapidly unlock it and immediately go to your messaging app. 

a big knot forms in your throat and your eyes begin to water when you read the texts from your boyfriend, breaking up with you just after the video was sent.

[hencheri]

Opinions and Yuta and knife play???

18+ mdni.

warnings: noncon, fear kink & chase kink.

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both goes hand in hand...

makes me think of emo boyfriend!yuta who wants to try new stuff in the bedroom. like, you already know he's kinky, but the knife... you're not so down. it's not something you want near you, and surely not as a threat, even if it's for the kink of it.

yuta genuinely expects you to be at least willing to try, but to his disappointment, you refuse. his face drops, all the excitement he felt before bubbling up into ... frustration, anger. you're always a good girl, yuta always talks you through it so you're the most comfortable, so you let him do whatever he wants to you.

like okay, there's no actual knife play happening here cause i'm a bitch and i never end up following requests, but pls..!! hear me out..!!

he doesn't understand why the knife is a problem now. he tries to convince you with his sweet smile, but it's off. it's not genuine. as you say no again, yuta pauses, his fingers clenching around the handle of the knife.

he doesn't want to hurt you, really. he just wanna see the sharp blade glide across your neck, down the valley between your breasts. no cut, no blood, only a pretty shiny thing pressed up against a pretty slender neck. but you don't want to give him that, do you?

he swears he doesn't mean to be menacing or scary, he swears he just wants to make you discover a new way to feel pleasure, but he realizes you really don't share the same ideas as you slip away from him.

yuta rolls his eyes when he hears you stumbling in the living room, no doubt going for the front door. you're so stupid sometimes, but it's not your fault. you'll learn.

you're almost reaching the door to the stairwell when he catches you by the shirt, pulling you back to him. he covers your mouth with his palm, the other holding the blade right under your chin.

"don't force me to kill you, baby," yuta says in your ear, his breath brushing over your face. "that'd be a shame 'cause i really don't want to do that, you know. i prefer my girlfriend lively, and... screaming my name."

"now let's get back inside and finish what we started, hmm?"

[hencheri]

i feel like y'alls dirty secret with how atrocious my reblog/like ratio is