enhaeil

[enhaeil]

i think some of you need to stop accusing every other writer for using AI like using caps, proper grammar and punctuation has been in practice even before AI was a thing let’s be for real 🫩

using AI will never be justified and anyone feeding into it even for prompts is a shame to creativity BUT let’s not put every other work you see in AI checkers and point fingers at writers who are genuinely trying to write !!!! if you have that much time go get a hobby or a job idk

the entire reason why you think every other work you see is similar to AI ( which is crazy on it’s own but ok ) is because AI IS FED DATA WRITTEN BY HUMANS ! IT IS MADE TO BE MORE HUMAN-LIKE you genuinely cannot be accusing a writer can use proper grammar and punctuation for using AI that’s stupid

[enhaeil]

whole time i be in a bonnet

"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"

[enhaeil]

THE WAY ! ☆ 박종성

"i got another nasty, freaky, just-right way in mind. tonight I'm gonna beat the high score.. is it the way you love me baby?"

the way - jill scott

c/w - smut. FILTH even. IF YOU KNOW ME NO U DONT!!! soft dom jay yas. reader wearing nightgown

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your phone lights up, notifications from your group chat filling the screen as they hype themselves up for the girls' night out that you willingly decided to miss out on.

your face frowns, fear of missing out slowly creeping it's way in, but the feeling just couldn't compete with the low hum of you and jay's shared playlist in the next room, or even the sound of pages flipping from your shared bed.

as if rehearsed, the low baritone of jay's voice calls out for you. "you almost done in there, love?"

you smile to yourself, tightening your headscarf and smoothing out your patterned nightgown, a less sexy option but a comfortable one nonetheless.

you step out of the bathroom, skin glowing under the dim light, smelling like cocoa butter, honey, and a combination of soaps jay was recently gifted. youre shaved, exfoliated, lotioned and ready for slumber.

your husband is exactly where you pictured him. propped up against the headboard in an old shirt and sweats, glasses sitting low on his nose and book open in one hand.

he looks up the moment he feels your presence, and for a moment he just... stares.

"what?" you question softly, a small gasp following after. "do i still have lotion on my face? i thought i got it all off!" you panic, hands moving across your face.

jay smiles at you, pure adoration in his eyes. "lotion? no, love. nothing of the sort."

your brows furrow as you step closer to his side of the bed, gown swishing as you walk. "then why are you looking at me like that?"

jay pretends to be oblivious, expression matching yours. "like what?"

"jay. you're looking at me like—"

before you can finish your thought, you're being pulled into his lap, immediately feeling why he's looking at you.

"like i'm wondering how to get in between your legs?"

you scoff, releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding. "well when you put it like that, yes!"

he smiles at you, hand creeping up your thigh, while the other holds onto your waist. "you look so sexy right now, y/n.."

your mouth goes dry, and the only thing you can do is let out a nervous chuckle. "it's just my nightgown jay ... nothing special."

he adjusts your bodies so that you're left straddling him. "nothing special?" you don't miss the way his hips twitch under you.

"jay..." you warn, but it comes out more needy than intended.

his hands squeeze you, this time pulling you flush against him, allowing you to feel him against your thigh. your lips part, a soft sound escaping, and jay smiles knowingly.

"mm, there she is..." he murmurs, kissing down to your collarbone.

you let out a shaky sigh, fingers finding his shoulder to help ground you.

he pulls back, taking a moment to admire you before making his next move.

"lay back for me."

his hands gently help guide you onto the softness of the bed, nightgown already riding up a bit.

he's now hovered over you, leaving slow, lingering kisses down your neck, hands roaming over your clothed chest, giving you a light squeeze. "god, you smell amazing."

he then lowers himself between your thighs, kissing his way up to where you needed him the most, fingers removing your undergarments in the process.

you finally feel his nose bump your bundle of nerves, hips automatically chasing after the feeling. a shiver runs down your spine as his hands press against your waist, steadying you.

he finally buries himself between your legs, tongue no longer teasing, but completely tasting you as if you were his favorite dish. "so sweet.." he murmurs in between licks, before his lips fully wrap around your clit.

your hips try to pull away from the direct pleasure he is giving you, yet his arms prevent you from leaving.

you would be embarrassed at how messy and wet it sounds between your thighs, but you couldn't even focus with how close your orgasm was.

"jay..." you whine as your hands find his hair.

"give it to me. i want to taste you." jay says, suddenly angling two fingers inside of you.

as if on command, your back arches and you're clenched around him like you don't want to let go.

jay helps you ride out your first orgasm of the night, before he guides you on all fours. he strokes himself a few times, rubbing himself against you afterwards, using your essence as lube.

you push back against him, brows knitting together. "jay ... please don't tease.."

he lets out a dark chuckle, before you feel his tip push into you. he's able to slide in smoothly, but you'll never get used to how full he makes you feel.

he gives you a moment to breathe before he pulls his hips back, almost slipping out, before slamming himself back in.

every movement of his hips allows him to press deeper inside you, rubbing right against that spot that makes your legs shake.

"fuck, you feel like heaven, baby." he pants, changing his pace to slow and deep strokes.

his hips then still behind you, as his hands drop from your hips. "mm.. " he hums, letting himself feel you clench and unclench around him. "push back against me baby. fuck yourself on me, hm? let me see you."

you let out a small whine before moving your hips back, back arching as he easily hits that spot inside of you. "fuck, jay .."

his hands come forward, squeezing your ass before they move to hold onto the nightgown that's now bunched up at your waist. "yeah, work on that dick. make yourself cum."

your hips move faster, bed squeaking under your knees. you look back at jay, his face concentrated, and mouth slightly open.

your sounds become louder, and movements more sloppy, causing jay to quickly pull out and earning a loud whine from you.

"shh, baby. lay on your side for me."

you obey, letting the soft weight of the sheets shift around you. jay presses close behind you not too long after, one hand on your waist and the other on your neck. not applying pressure, but reminding you that he's there.

before you can get too needy, the familiar fullness fills you once again, and the hand your waist now rubs slow circles on your clit.

"that's it, honey. you take me so well." he whispers against your ear, hips moving slowly inside of you.

he gently lifts one of your legs, increasing his pace. your hand reaches back, pushing at his hips.

"nuh uh baby, don't run. you wanna cum for me? then you're gonna take this dick." he says, nearing the edge himself.

you can barely form a sentence, but jay knows your body like it's his own. his fingers stay persistent on your clit, as his thrusts become sloppier.

"cum all over me baby. get it nice and wet. i wanna feel you.... fuck, just like that."

you clench around him tightly, a long drawn-out moan leaving your throat as you cream on him.

you feel his hips slow down and warmth fills you shortly after. he stays like that a little longer, allowing himself to soften inside you.

with a soft squelch, he pulls out, reaching over to grab some wipes out of the nightstand drawer, before he gently cleans you up.

your nightgown still covers you, now smoothed back out, as jay heads to the kitchen to get you some water.

if you knew wearing a nightgown would have this effect on him you would've been put one on.

a/n - y'all i can't write smut like that heeseung fic was as good as it got . anyways . jay and niki got me so bad. ive also been eyeing jake recently. atp i should just be ot7

[enhaeil]

i made a jay version of this since a few wanted it ... 🤭 ima post it later today or tomorrow . its smut and i was embarrassed until i realized there are people writing even filthier things than me. so i will be ok

edit : here it is

GET YOU ! ☆ 니키

"don't you love when i come around?"

get you - daniel caeser , kali uchis

c/w - suggestive-ish, reader wearing their granny nightgown, tiktok audio reference ♡

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sleeping over at riki's used to make you nervous. you always made sure to pack the prettiest pajama sets, your softest headscarf, and all that cutesy sleepover stuff.

but tonight? it was time to bring out your truest form. you were getting comfortable. real comfortable.

you step out of the bathroom, bonnet snug, nightgown swaying as you throw your dirty clothes into a hamper and hum a soft tune.

that's until you hear a snicker coming from behind you.

"y/n, you can't be serious." niki's voice low and amused.

"oh, i'm serious! you said you liked your bitches natural right? well, voilá! let's go to bed." you speak, happily walking over to the mirror.

niki quickly makes his way towards you, arms sliding around your waist. he then buries his face in your neck, breathing in whatever lotion you just applied.

"mm, you smell so good." he mutters into your shoulder. "is that a new brand?"

"niki, it's the same lotion I've been using since we met. quit tryna get in my panties." you say, swatting his roaming hands away.

his hands are back on you within seconds as he steps back, eyes appreciating the view in front of him.

"i don't know y/n, this nightgown is kinda doing it for me." he says matter-of-factly.

"only kinda?" you question, head turning to the side.

"maybe more than kinda. maybe a lot." he mumbles, eyes never leaving your ass as he bites his lip.

you roll your eyes playfully, moving to rrturn your moisturizers and oils to your bag. "you're funny."

he's back behind you before you can blink. "god forbid a man wants to appreciate his sexy, beautiful, magnificent, smart, sexy girlfriend in all her comfortable and sleepy glory!"

"didn't you laugh when i walked out?" there's a moment of silence behind you.

"hey hey, let's not bring up the past now." he says, arms folding.

"the past was five minutes ago!" you argue, trying to hide your growing smile.

"i'm a changed man now, baby. i support the nightgown agenda. actually, i think you should wear one every night, and throw out all your other clothes while you're at it." he suggests, as if this was a truly life-changing plan.

"niki, take your ass to bed." you say getting comfortable under his sheets.

niki shrugs, wordlessly scooting in behind you. wow. that was easy. he usually never listens—

you feel his hand creeping up your leg.

a/n: this is so buns but i wrote this wearing my walmart nightgown and bonnet. i might make a jay ver cuz i just have a feeling he would tear you LEWSEEEE UP IN A NIGHTGOWN LIKE HOLD ON NOW YO LEGS UP

[enhaeil]

GET YOU ! ☆ 니키

"don't you love when i come around?"

get you - daniel caeser , kali uchis

c/w - suggestive-ish, reader wearing their granny nightgown, tiktok audio reference ♡

✩ ₊˚

sleeping over at riki's used to make you nervous. you always made sure to pack the prettiest pajama sets, your softest headscarf, and all that cutesy sleepover stuff.

but tonight? it was time to bring out your truest form. you were getting comfortable. real comfortable.

you step out of the bathroom, bonnet snug, nightgown swaying as you throw your dirty clothes into a hamper and hum a soft tune.

that's until you hear a snicker coming from behind you.

"y/n, you can't be serious." niki's voice low and amused.

"oh, i'm serious! you said you liked your bitches natural right? well, voilá! let's go to bed." you speak, happily walking over to the mirror.

niki quickly makes his way towards you, arms sliding around your waist. he then buries his face in your neck, breathing in whatever lotion you just applied.

"mm, you smell so good." he mutters into your shoulder. "is that a new brand?"

"niki, it's the same lotion I've been using since we met. quit tryna get in my panties." you say, swatting his roaming hands away.

his hands are back on you within seconds as he steps back, eyes appreciating the view in front of him.

"i don't know y/n, this nightgown is kinda doing it for me." he says matter-of-factly.

"only kinda?" you question, head turning to the side.

"maybe more than kinda. maybe a lot." he mumbles, eyes never leaving your ass as he bites his lip.

you roll your eyes playfully, moving to rrturn your moisturizers and oils to your bag. "you're funny."

he's back behind you before you can blink. "god forbid a man wants to appreciate his sexy, beautiful, magnificent, smart, sexy girlfriend in all her comfortable and sleepy glory!"

"didn't you laugh when i walked out?" there's a moment of silence behind you.

"hey hey, let's not bring up the past now." he says, arms folding.

"the past was five minutes ago!" you argue, trying to hide your growing smile.

"i'm a changed man now, baby. i support the nightgown agenda. actually, i think you should wear one every night, and throw out all your other clothes while you're at it." he suggests, as if this was a truly life-changing plan.

"niki, take your ass to bed." you say getting comfortable under his sheets.

niki shrugs, wordlessly scooting in behind you. wow. that was easy. he usually never listens—

you feel his hand creeping up your leg.

a/n: this is so buns but i wrote this wearing my walmart nightgown and bonnet. i might make a jay ver cuz i just have a feeling he would tear you LEWSEEEE UP IN A NIGHTGOWN LIKE HOLD ON NOW YO LEGS UP

edit: jay ver

[enhaeil]

niki confirmed he got a tattoo i want him so had aomeone pelase im shaking

[enhaeil]

mind you there's more today

seeing my moot close their acct partially bc of enhablr being toxic makes me soo sad especially bc she's absolutely right and i had been lingering on closing my account as well because of it

i mean its drama EVERYDAY its not even fun to fawking write anymore its always something

[enhaeil]

seeing my moot close their acct partially bc of enhablr being toxic makes me soo sad especially bc she's absolutely right and i had been lingering on closing my account as well because of it

i mean its drama EVERYDAY its not even fun to fawking write anymore its always something

[enhaeil]

Hi we get it, plagiarism is horrible: dont fucking do it or wtv. Now back to the actually horrible actions: Gaza is still fucking starving

[enhaeil]

i want jay so bad y'all its not even funny. im gonna eat my eyebrows and chew on my arm

like i NEEEDDD THAT MAN BAD

[enhaeil]

why am i tempted to change my username and completely rebrand NO RELINA BAD RELINA i am enhaeil

[enhaeil]

just so you’re all aware—this isn’t the first time jiah has copied other author’s works. it’s just the first time she’s faced consequences because of it. it’s a bit strange how all of her moots are repeating the same phrase, “i do not condone this” yet, none of you are really holding her accountable. anyone who is still defending her and excusing her actions have absolutely no morals and do not give a single fuck about other people’s feelings.

writing is not something we get paid for and no one deserves to have their work taken from them and not credited for the thought they put into it.

enhablr is such a fucked up place and is filled with people just like jiah—believe me, I’ve encountered them. the whole community needs to take a look on the inside of their little clique and rethink their choices of who they support and call their friends. but a lot of them are too narcissistic to care.

if you support @okwonyo in any way, shape, or form, kindly remove yourself from my account. this whole situation absolutely disgusts me, and her nonchalantness makes it worse.

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i posted for the first time in 78 years yesterday 😔💔

TOUCH MY BODY ! ☆ 박종성

"let me wrap my thighs all around your waist, just a little taste. touch my body, know you like my curves, c'mon and give me what I deserve ..."

touch my body - mariah carey

a/n: ik u guys really love my husband jay stuff so here :> im glad to know y'all like this man as bad as i do

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you're sat on the bed, watching your husband of three years brush his teeth and do his nightly routine, the same way he's done it since you've met.

your eyes follow his every move and habit. the way his tongue pokes his cheek when he flosses. the order he applies his skin care. the way he stares at himself in the mirror before his makes his way out. you've watched him do it a thousand times.

but tonight, it's different. tonight something as simple as him washing his face, has your stomach doing flips.

maybe it's the way his arms flex. maybe it's the way he's wearing the black tank top and sweats combo that he knows drives you insane every time. maybe it's the fact that he hasn't touched you properly in weeks.

you've been so patient, so understanding. you're busy, he's tired, life gets stressful.

but if he doesn't have his hands on you in the next five minutes, you might cry.

he finally makes his way towards you, cutting the bathroom light off behind him. as he's lifting up the cover to get into bed, he doesn't miss the way you look at him.

"you good?" he asks, voice low, eyes lingering on yours.

you nod, but it's a lie.

the bed dips under his weight, and his arm brushes against yours, a familiar warmth, but damn near unbearable one with the way you're feeling.

you shift around, pressing your thighs together beneath the covers as if that’ll do anything.

he scoots closer to you, arms wrapping around you. nothing new.

you turn slightly, eyes tracing the outline of his shoulder, the way his chest rises and falls. you haven't had this man in centuries.

just as his eyes were starting to become more relaxed, you whisper his name.

he hums, eyes barely wanting to open.

"something wrong?" a lot actually.

you don't say anything, but he hears the covers shifting next to him.

you climb over him, settling in his lap with a pout. "my patience is what's wrong, jay."

his eyebrows furrow, still not understanding what you meant. it wasn't until you moved you hips, that he got your message, loud and clear. "s-shit, y/n, wait—"

you pause, just enough for your breathing to even out, but you don't miss the way his hips shift under you. your hands slide up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

"sorry," you whisper. "i didn’t mean to rush. i just… really need you. like now-now. like i might die."

he smiles, looking up at you. “now-now?” he echoes, almost breathless. his face softens, even though his hands are starting to wander. "god, you don’t even know what you do to me." he says, every swipe of his hands feeling hotter than it should.

"you needed me that bad and didn’t say anything?"

he kisses your temple, a surprisingly soft action compared to the freak show that's about to go down.

"i'm sorry, angel. i’ve been so caught up I didn’t even notice..."

his lips trail lower, slow kisses blooming over your chest.

"let me make it up to you. let me fuck you good... "

he switches your position, slow and intense, voice low against your skin.

"lie back. i got you."

[enhaeil]

TOUCH MY BODY ! ☆ 박종성

"let me wrap my thighs all around your waist, just a little taste. touch my body, know you like my curves, c'mon and give me what I deserve ..."

touch my body - mariah carey

a/n: ik u guys really love my husband jay stuff so here :> im glad to know y'all like this man as bad as i do

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you're sat on the bed, watching your husband of three years brush his teeth and do his nightly routine, the same way he's done it since you've met.

your eyes follow his every move and habit. the way his tongue pokes his cheek when he flosses. the order he applies his skin care. the way he stares at himself in the mirror before his makes his way out. you've watched him do it a thousand times.

but tonight, it's different. tonight something as simple as him washing his face, has your stomach doing flips.

maybe it's the way his arms flex. maybe it's the way he's wearing the black tank top and sweats combo that he knows drives you insane every time. maybe it's the fact that he hasn't touched you properly in weeks.

you've been so patient, so understanding. you're busy, he's tired, life gets stressful.

but if he doesn't have his hands on you in the next five minutes, you might cry.

he finally makes his way towards you, cutting the bathroom light off behind him. as he's lifting up the cover to get into bed, he doesn't miss the way you look at him.

"you good?" he asks, voice low, eyes lingering on yours.

you nod, but it's a lie.

the bed dips under his weight, and his arm brushes against yours, a familiar warmth, but damn near unbearable one with the way you're feeling.

you shift around, pressing your thighs together beneath the covers as if that’ll do anything.

he scoots closer to you, arms wrapping around you. nothing new.

you turn slightly, eyes tracing the outline of his shoulder, the way his chest rises and falls. you haven't had this man in centuries.

just as his eyes were starting to become more relaxed, you whisper his name.

he hums, eyes barely wanting to open.

"something wrong?" a lot actually.

you don't say anything, but he hears the covers shifting next to him.

you climb over him, settling in his lap with a pout. "my patience is what's wrong, jay."

his eyebrows furrow, still not understanding what you meant. it wasn't until you moved you hips, that he got your message, loud and clear. "s-shit, y/n, wait—"

you pause, just enough for your breathing to even out, but you don't miss the way his hips shift under you. your hands slide up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

"sorry," you whisper. "i didn’t mean to rush. i just… really need you. like now-now. like i might die."

he smiles, looking up at you. “now-now?” he echoes, almost breathless. his face softens, even though his hands are starting to wander. "god, you don’t even know what you do to me." he says, every swipe of his hands feeling hotter than it should.

"you needed me that bad and didn’t say anything?"

he kisses your temple, a surprisingly soft action compared to the freak show that's about to go down.

"i'm sorry, angel. i’ve been so caught up I didn’t even notice..."

his lips trail lower, slow kisses blooming over your chest.

"let me make it up to you. let me fuck you good... "

he switches your position, slow and intense, voice low against your skin.

"lie back. i got you."

[enhaeil]

i finally got some motivation to write:)) SEE YOU GUYS SOON I HOPE!

[enhaeil]

is ur username like in reference to taeil...?

this is unfortunately the 3rd time ive gotten this question, here's the link of me explaining but short answer no.

username explanation

[enhaeil]

been too long with you, im losing my hearing in my left eye and my tasting ability from my nose

IM CRYINGGDGDH

i'm sorry i haven't really been active on this app at all 💔 i literally open and leave like

i need my writing motivation back. and reading motivation too

MESSAGE ME ANY TIME MWAH 💋

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