after a while, i finally decided to start writing again. for various reasons i'm going to abandon this blog definitively and move to a new one to start over with a clearer mindset.
i will keep this profile up just in case anyone wants to read my past works :) i won't reveal the new blog's @ but if we are close moots/friends you're completely welcome to ask š¤
he said to stop fighting. I haven't seen a single ot7 account calling ot6s slurs or anything like that. the point is that if you can't agree, just ignore each other. the fact that people are using this as some kind of gotcha moment instead of simply doing what he askedāleaving each side alone is very telling. learn to form your own opinions and do your own research instead of jumping on hate trains, which is exactly what he asked people not to do.
that being said, this whole situation is still really confusing for me. I'm not disregarding a single thing he said at all. my confusion comes from the fact that their actions and their words don't seem to line up. and let's be clear jungwon should never have been the one put in the position to make this statement in the first place. that responsibility should have been on the company, not the members, but here we are.
seeing jay show his "7" jersey after saying everything in kpop is a sign, sunoo picking up heeseung's plush knowing exactly what it was... I don't know. i'm glad some of you got the clarity you needed from this, but for me it honestly made things even more confusing. maybe that's because I'm trying to take everything into account instead of only looking at one side.
i genuinely think that was the first time the fandom had felt united since everything happened, so seeing all of this unfold now, four months later, is interesting to say the least. i understand that for some people it's easier to ignore these things and say everyone is overthinking, but that's just not how I am. If something is right in front of me, I'm not going to pretend it isn't but none of this is simple.
my whole point is that if you're using this as an I told you so moment after everything that happened at the Brazil concert and how clearly well that went, then I think you've completely missed the point of what he was asking for, like i said have your own opinions but please take in what each party has to say instead of just mindlessly insulting people.
also i think we need to get this straight because it's already being twisted. and here are a few tweets that really stewed in my brain.
if youāre a minor, stop interacting with adults. if it says mdni, donāt interact, donāt click any buttons, itās not that hard to follow some instructions or respect boundaries.
just shut up and read silently instead of reaching out to these very ADULT authors + trying to befriend them + after befriending them, LYING about your age to continue talking to them and getting early access to their works. you know very well that these people wouldnāt even look in your direction if they knew you were a child.
i cannot stop under 18s from reading what i produce. but itās blatantly disrespectful to reach out to me and pretend to be older than you are, and letting me trust you while you violate my boundaries. itās getting fucking old Honestly
and everyone else who enables such lies is equally as gross lol
HOUSE OF CARDS āāāāāāāā YJW ģģ ģ
SYNOPSIS ā® weeks after your breakup, yang jungwonās desperate to have you in his arms (and on his dick) again!
PAIRING ā® ex boyfriend!jungwon x fem!reader.
CONTENT WARNINGS ā® 18+ smut. mdni. piv. unprotected sex. breeding kink. possessive!won. heās mean, jealous, and also a liiil toxic whoops! fingering. he uses his teeth to undress u. rough sex. kissing, lots of saliva and bodily fluid talk !!! Sorry!!!!
AN ā® somethingās possessed me to write this filthā¦ i donāt know what it is but jungwon is the apple of itās eye!!! SAVE ME!!!! also ty vee @jungwonslover my proofreader + number 1 jw fan yawp yawp yawp.
PLAYING ā« ā® HOUSE OF CARDS ā BTS, COMING DOWN ā THE WEEKND.
REBLOGS APPRECIATED. THANK YOU FOR READING <3
YOU AND YANG JUNGWON WERE ENDGAME.
If there was anything that high school proved, if not the fact that most of your friends were two-faced snakesāit was that he and you were meant for forever.
You can guess that's part of the reason why he's knocking at your door again, flowers in his left hand and his phone in his right. He's drenched in depressing October rain, wearing that ridiculously adorable pout on his face.
Obviously. He knows you, and he knows howĀ fastĀ you drop to your knees when you see those lips curl downwards. Itās exactly why youāre holding onto the sides of your sweater, if only to stop yourself from turning that doorknob.
āI know youāre home, Y/N. Your lights are on.ā
His voice is muffled through the thin wood. You take another peek through the tiny hole of your front doorāhis under-eyes airbrushed with a faint red, the tip of his nose all the same.
The hallway behind him stretches wide, empty, dim with decorated with wet footprints on itās tiles. Jungwon stands in the middle of the corridor like he owns it, as if your next-door neighbours couldnāt take a step out and catch him here, sopping wet and holding flowers like this was a romantic comedy.
It looks like heās not leaving anytime soon.
"You shouldn't have come." You respond. His ears perk up, head tilting towards the peephole. As if he can hear the hesitation behind your voice. The hurt on his face is impossible to miss. If only you weren't fresh out of the relationship, it'd make you laugh.
āThen why arenāt you telling me to leave?ā He asks, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip at an attempt to soothe his anxiety.
A water droplet rolls down his temple, to his chin, and then drips onto his already soaked t-shirt.
āI just did,ā you say. āGo away.ā
Yang Jungwon was alwaysĀ terriblyĀ persistent when it came to you. Back in college, there were days where heād lose all sense of responsibility and ditch his much needed study hours just to see his beloved girlfriendāitās all sunshine and rainbows when he has you laid up in his sheets, no weight on his shoulders when he has your body pressed against his.
And perhaps this spoiled you. As ill-prepared as you were, you knew that Yang Jungwon taking up a job that required him to travel half across the world, multiple times a month, would doĀ somethingĀ to your relationship.
So, when employment rolls around and youāre finally split apart by your very different job scopesāthe schedules, the time, the busyness of it allā¦ it was only a matter of inevitability.
The silence used to be comfortable. It used to be the ones where your limbs could tangle together and kisses felt more lazy than anything else. Now, itās just stretched thin over bad cell service, laggy FaceTimes and horribly mismatched timezones.
āY/N,ā heās pleading now. The ceiling light of the sterile corridor outside is reflecting off his eyes, all glassy and persuasive. Thereās also something uniquely dangerous about how he chose to wear a white tee under his leather jacket. āPlease. Iām begging you, I just want to talk.ā
He will not get you. You will not let him in, and you will stand firm on that.
āPlease,Ā baby. Let me see you.ā
Fuck.
You take a step back from the door for a few seconds. This didnāt require a lot of thinking, apparently, because your mouth soon opened before you could even make your way back to the door.
āWhat do you want to talk about?ā
You tiptoe to get a better, clearer view of Jungwonās face in the glass. The arm that holds the flowers is now at his sideāyou can see the way his shirt clings onto his chest like this, peeking through the leather. A brief thought flashes in your mind, one that says āhe must be freezingā, and to let him inside. You almost do.
Jungwon scrunches his nose, his free hand coming to wipe at it before he clears his throat and speaks up. āItās been days, Y/N. You havenāt returned any of my calls, my texts. Iāve been worried.ā
āIs that so? Iām fine, as you can hear from my voice. Now go home, itās cold.ā
āYou donāt sound fine.Ā Please, Y/N. I donāt want us to fight anymore.ā
You let a scoff slip. āYou donāt look fine, either. Even.ā
Your response earns the faintest huff from himāit wouldāve been a laugh in any other context, but now, his head just dips, shoulders slumping a fraction as rainwater continues to drip from his hair, sliding down in uneven trails.
āCan you just open the door?ā Jungwon asks, eyebrows knitting together. āIām not here to fight.ā
He looks like a puppy thatās just been kicked to the curb. Thereās a look in his eye thatās the equivalent of someone getting on their knees and practically begging, and youāre half convinced that Yang Jungwon might do just that.
He definitely would, wouldnāt he?
āJungwon,ā and for some reasonāyour left hand is on that doorknob.Ā Despite already resolving that you wouldnāt let him inside your home.Ā āI donāt want to fight, either. Thatās why I want you to go away.ā
āDo you still love me?ā
Your voice barely reached him. āJungwonāā
āPlease.ā
And perhaps that's why your friends describe you as the one to die first in a horror movie, or the last to have a spine, or simply the one who can't quite loosen her grip on a love she's carried for far too long.
The door pulls towards you, slowly, not without that signature creak and soft thud against your already-chipped wall.
Yang Jungwon stands before you, towering, drenched but significantly drier than thirty minutes ago when he was first begun loitering outside your door. His hair sticks in wet clumps to his forehead, temples, anywhere thatās too long.
The faint tremor in his body makes you want to pull him inside. Wrapping a towel around him to let him dry and sending him off would probably be a very good ideaāthereās nothing between you now, no girlfriend-y duties to fulfil other than making sure he doesnāt freeze to death, though youāre sure that anyone (girlfriend or not) would do the same.
Jungwonās eyes widen when he finally sees you. Youāre leaning against the door like youāre expecting him to walk inside, and he doesāthough he keeps his head low and his shoulders squared as it happens.
āIāll get a towel for you. Give me a minute.ā You manage, back facing him. When you finally shut the door, your body turns back around, only to watch him standing in the middle of your living room like he has no clue where to go.
āOkay.ā
His voice comes out quieter than you expectālike the gloomy cold has taken itās place in his chest. Up close, itās worse. Or better. Youāre not very sure.
You can see everything now, without the distortion of glass or distance to soften itāthe way the rain has dragged his hair down into uneven, damp strands against his soft skin. A few pieces curl slightly at the ends, darker than normal, dripping slow, accidental droplets that trace down the side of his face.
One of them slips along the sharp line of his jaw. Your eyes canāt help but to follow obediently.
It disappears beneath the collar of his shirtāif it can even be called that right now. Itās barely even visible with the white fabric being completely soaked through, plastered to him like a second skin.
Itās clinging to the planes of his chestāthe faint definition beneath is dizzying, the steady rise and fall of his breathing being the only thing you can zero in on. It leaves very little to imagination, and you hate how quickly your gaze has to flick back up to his face like youāve been caught doing something you shouldnāt.
Itās most probably because it isnāt. Reminder that you should not be staring at your ex-boyfriendās chest like heās stillĀ yourboyfriend.
āYou were going to get me a towel,ā the corner of his lips twitches into a smile. āWhat happened to that?ā
You swallow, pushing yourself off the door a little too quickly.Ā Jungwonās lips are pursed together, a faint blush painted across his cheeks, and heās staring at you like heĀ knowsĀ heās got you.
āYouāll be fine,ā you force a mocking smile and all Jungwon can do is let out a chuckleāyouāre making your way towards the kitchen, his eyes following your figure as it moves further away from his.
You make your way into the kitchen with purpose that feels rehearsed now, with a mind thatās anything but steady. Yang Jungwon hasnāt been in your home in weeks, and youāve begun to accept the fact that he might become a stranger to this place altogether. Thereās still traces of himāin the bathroom, in your bed, on your study desk. The photos of your first trip together are still framed in the hallway, too.
The overhead light flicks on, too bright and exposing when Jungwonās still staring into you. For a second, you busy yourself with nothingāhands hovering over the counter, opening a cabinet you didnāt need to open, closing it again just as fast.
Behind you, you can feel him. You donāt have to look to know his eyes never left you.
Thereās a faint sound of movementāhis shoes sliding against the floor, quieter now that theyāre no longer dripping as much. He doesnāt follow immediately, though. He lingers, like heās taking in the space, re-familiarising himself with something he still knows by heart.
By the time you reach for the glass, your fingers are already shaking.
Itās right where it always isāsecond shelf, slightly to the leftābut you still fumble with it, knocking it lightly against the others before pulling it free. The sound is small, but in the quiet, it feels like the only thing you want to focus on.
You set it down on the counter, reaching for the water dispenser untilā
āStill in the same place,ā Jungwon says from behind you. āYou kept it. My cat mug.ā
The smell of rain is penetrates your nose almost instantaneously. āI kept most things.ā
You can guess what he looks like this close, if you were to turn around right now. Dripping, cold, clothes still sticking to him like half an hour in the warmth did him no favours. His swollen eyes, flushed face, and lips that say āpleaseā like they know exactly what it does to you.
Your grip tightens around the mug. You click on the warm water option, and the dispenser starts heating almost instantly. A soft mechanical hum fills the silence before the first trickle hits ceramic.
Steam curls up from the mug in thin, wavering ribbons, dissolving into the air before it can settle anywhere. You donāt move to pick it up. Your hand stays there, resting against the counter, fingers still slightly curled from how tightly you were holding on a second ago.
āI didnāt think you would.ā
You keep your eyes on the mug. āItās a mug, Jungwon. Not that serious.ā
The water stops abruptly. Steam curls above it, fading into the air. You leave it there.
āY/N L/N.ā
When you turn around, Jungwonās leaning against the counter behind you. Close enough for you to see the outline of his abdomen through the fabric of his tee, but far enough not to her the chatter of his teeth and the shiver of his breathing. You still have to tilt your head to meet his eyes properly.
āWhat?ā you ask, but it comes out flatter than you intend, like youāre trying to hold something back from your own voice.
Itās only after a painfully long minute of forcing yourself to look him in the eye, does he speak.
āI miss you.ā
The arrangement of flowers are somewhere on the coffee table. His jacket must be hanging somewhere on the coat hanger, though, the wet fabric of his shirt refuses to let your attention stray anywhere else to confirm.
Right now, Yang Jungwonās stood in front of you, hands flexing at his sides like he doesnāt quite know what to do with them. Youāre standing only one foot apart, your back pressed against the cold edge of your kitchen counter as his on the islandāthe cup of water stands stagnant behind you, waiting to be picked up.
The space between you feels thinner than it did seconds ago. Warmer, too. Charged in a way that makes your pulse pick up, where your body is suddenly too aware of every inch of distance left between the two of you, and also is desperately yearning to close it.
It would be nice to smell his cologne after weeks of trying to forget it. Every time you thought you did, it would waft around your apartment like a little ghost.
āWonāā
Up close, everything about him feels amplified. The damp fabric of his shirt has started to dry unevenly, clinging in some places, loosening in others, but still outlining him in a way that makes it hard not to notice. The subtle definition beneath, the steady expansion of his chest with each breath, the way his shoulders remain just slightly tense like heās holding himself back from closing the rest of the distance all at once.
You know he wants to. Thereās that half of you that wishes he just would.
āPlease,ā Jungwon murmurs. āTell me you miss me too.ā
His right arm reaches outāyou donāt stop it. His thumb brushes the side of your hip, and you donāt stop it either. You donāt evenĀ thinkĀ about pulling yourself away from the feeling of him on you again.
Jungwon knows what heās doing.
His other arm follows suite, before they wrap around your waist completelyāhis large hands always had no issues doing this, pulling you in without any real effortāor perhaps you were always just drawn to him, like a magnet, unable to ever really stay away.
He exhales softly as he feels your warm body press against him. The sound brushes against your skin, and it reminds you of how wrong yet right this feels; your arms do what theyāve always known, wrapping around his torso like pushing him away was never an option.
Heās cold,Ā and still,Ā you melt anyway.
āYou shouldnāt have come.ā
āYouāve already said that.ā
His large hands are splayed across your backāhis calloused fingertips from the dedication to the gym, his larger-than-before shoulders that stretch across your smaller frameāitās just as overwhelming as the first day you met.
Your warmth hits him like a wave, and for a moment, his hands freeze. Your fingers come up to the blades of his shoulders, running against the tiny dips and rises of his muscles; tonight feels like anything but reality, and instead, itās two months ago when things were still fine and Jungwon was still yours.
He swears he still is, and you try to forget it. Too much time apart does things to you that youād rather shove down and erase completelyābut when your ex-lover is cold, shivering, clinging to your body like itās the only heat that could get his blood movingāit bubbles right back up. It simmers, boils over and spills.
āYouāre freezing, Won,ā you mumble, āI really think you shouldāā
And maybe you have familiarity to blame, or comfort or naivety, because you lean into Yang Jungwonās touch just as easily as you pushed it away. His hands are coming up your waist, stopping right at your neckāand what else can you do in this moment other than stare into those big, pretty irises of his?
Jungwonās hand settles firmly at the side of your neck, his palm warm despite the lingering chill in his skin. His fingers curve just enough for you to feel the faint pressure when you swallow, your pulse fluttering wildly beneath his touchāand the moment he realises your breath is shaking, the glint in his eye makes you shiver.
His thumb drags slowly along the line of your jaw, then back again, slow, like heās retracing something long committed to memory.
āTalk to me,ā he whispers, breath ghosting against your lips as your foreheads touch. āPlease, Y/N. Donāt shut me out again.ā
Your lips part, but nothing comes out.
For a moment, all you can focus on is how close he isāthe warmth of his breath, the way his hand holds you just firmly enough to keep you there, the faint tension in his fingers like heās bracing for you to pull away.
Thereās nothing except for the low hum of the city, and your hearts echoing in tandem as his body presses closer against yours. The rain is merciless tonight, unrelenting, pounding against the glass doors of your balcony like it wanted to be let insideāfor now, the warm yellow of your hallway lamp bathes you and Jungwon in that comfortable hue, a stark contrast to the blue cold outside.
His hands feel frozen against your skin.
āYouāre always leaving, Jungwon,ā you mutter, refusing to meet his eyes despite the distance. āEven when youāre in front of me, youāre gone. I never have all of you.ā
He swallows thickly, eyes still locked on yours. Your irises peek through your lashes, blinking slowly up at his.
Your breath catches in your throat. This is the part where you fall to your knees for Yang Jungwonāthe part which you tried endlessly to avoid up until today. Itās when the line between logic and everything else blurs, and all you can see is him.
āIām sorry, Y/N.ā Jungwon mutters, thumb caressing the patch of skin under your jawline. You lean into it like it means something. āWeāll talk about this. I canāt lose youāā
āJungwon,ā you interrupt, your touch firm over his knuckles, offering little resistance to the way he holds your jaw like this was all normal. āWhat good would it do us?ā
He doesnāt respond immediately.
His hand stills under yours, your fingers resting over his knuckles as if you could stop him, or maybe stop yourself. His gaze doesnāt leave your face, not even when youāre actively avoiding his.
Thereās something in his expression nowāmore careful than before, fully aware of the fact that youāre no longer his. You could really kick his ass out if you wanted to.
Heās thinking carefully for once. Instead of just reaching for you, the way he always does.
āIf it doesnātā¦ā he starts, voice lower, rougher than before, āif it doesnāt fix anythingāā
He exhales softly, the sound brushing your lips again, closer; his thumb shifts under your jaw, tilting your face up just enough that running from him becomes impossibleāitās not like youāve been putting in much effort to do that, anyway.
āThen let me have you like this,ā he finishes. āOne last time.ā
His nose bumps against yours in that old, messy fashion that youāve never nailed. Kissing Jungwon always involves not knowing how fast, how deep to go, because it always ends up in something more intimate than it starts out. For the first thirty seconds, your ex lover lets himself feelāfeel what heās lost for weeks, reminding, retracing.
Forty seconds, and he has his hands wandering all over your warm body like they have no idea where to stay.
Fifty, and theyāre running down your back and slipping under that thin, too-tight baby tee that you always wear to bedāfifty-six, and his tongue is somewhere tangled with yours.
āS-shitāyou taste so fucking sweet.ā he mumbles against your lips before letting you press your body further against hisāthereās multiple sirens going off in your head by this point, in which you deliberately ignore, as one does when they have someone like him against them.
Jungwonās a mess by the time your legs hook around his waist. His hands do the work, looping around your thighs and lifting you up with no real effort: just a small huff from all your weight pressing against his chest, and a (very pathetic) moan that strangles itself out of his throat when you grind against his crotch.
āYou missed me?ā He smiles against your lips, and itās an understatement when you say heās just hungry for you. Doesnāt even give you an opportunity to answer, instead, going for the exposed patch of skin on your neck, laying so beautifully for him.
āW-Won,ā you whimper when he sets you on top of your cold, sterile kitchen islandāthere were months prior to this where you made pasta together on this same surface. āPleaseāā
āItās okay,ā he says. āI got you.ā
Itās not like youāve never had sex before.
Itās justā¦ you donāt really have sex with ex- boyfriends.Ā Normally. Even so, given that fact, it doesnāt stop you from rutting against Yang Jungwon like your life depends on it, nor does it stop him from undoing the drawstring of your shorts and pulling it riiight down.
āSee,ā he kisses his teeth, a cocky smile growing on his faceāit sends blood right up to your face, watching him watch you, feeling him feel his way into your panties. āAll that talk about pushing me away. So pointless.ā
His hand slips beneath the band, thick fingers running down your slit, between your folds before coming back up and applying that sickening pressure to your clit. āShe miss me, too?ā
Youāre soaked through by the time Yang Jungwon gets his middle finger at your entranceāteasing, letting only the tip graze your insides. Your jawās locked, hung open from trying to draw even breaths into your lungs. āWooonnnā¦ please. Donāt fucking teaseāā
āAw,ā he pouts, eyes flicking back down to where his large hand stretches the fabric of your panties thin. Heās refused to slip them off. Soaking the back of his hand in slick, he wondersāif only for a momentāhow it would feel if it was his cock instead. āDonāt get needy on me now.ā
You gasp when he pushes past that tight ring of muscleāhis finger swallowed whole by your dripping cunt. It curls almost instinctively, intensively, because what kind of man would Yang Jungwon be if he didnāt memorise this?
āRight here,ā he mumbles, head hanging low, observing the way the slippery slide of your walls let him pump his fingers so effortlessly. āFeels good, baby? Wanna tell me how much you missed it?ā
āShut.. s-shut up,Ā fuckāā
You choke on a moanāyour bodyās going into a lock. From sitting upright on your elbows to back arching off the marble, your headās thrown back when Jungwon adds another finger ājust for funā.
His middle and ring finger curl inside of you. The squelching sounds is too much to bear; heat is crawling up your neck like it wants you to drown in it, and as a response, your hands come up to hide the humiliation written all over your face.
āGetting shy on me?ā Jungwon mutters, before his free hand darts to pry your wrists away from your cheeks. His fingertips are brushing against that spongy, tingly bundle of nerves inside your coreāeverything in the room seems reduced to the electrifying feeling thatās buzzing inside your veins, surging, making your head spin.
āYeah,ā his stupidly long fingers are starting to make you see a new universe now, āforgot how fast you cum on my fingers. So cute.ā
āF-fuckfuckfuck,ā you squealāyour body feels like itās locking up. The only thing your mind lets you repeat over and over is Jungwon, Jungwon, Jungwon; Jungwon in that shirt thatās still wet, Jungwon that knows your body so well, Jungwon thatās making sure you cum on his fingers or face at least once before he does anything with himself.
You see it in the way his cock presses against the edge of the counter, and the pained expression on his face like heās just about ready to come undone. Itās always like that with him, always ready to give you everything he can offer if it meant you felt good.
āFuck, almost forgot how pretty you look like this,ā Jungwon mutters under his breath, though you barely catch it with the angels singing in your ears. Your head thighs are spread shamelessly on the cold marble, juices dripping down your inner thigh and spilling over onto the shiny surfaceāin his eyes, it almost glistens. āAlways so damn nasty for me. Look at you.ā
The remark wouldāve been embarrassing in any other context. Itās too bad that Yang Jungwon knows exactly how to push your buttons, knows precisely what words to spit out of that nasty mouth to get you salivating. Itās dehumanising, really. Animalistic, the way he has your mind reduced to just slushāand though he can getĀ sooooĀ mean, it just doesnāt matter when it gets you cumming all over his fingers by the end of the night.
Most of the night is spent in a haze. Your vision is blurry, but you most definitely remember some parts in passing. You remember sliding down to your knees and almost choking on how big Jungwon was, and how he made you sit on his face by the second hourāthough, to be fair, that was a prerequisite.
You definitely remember how he peeled his shirt off, and how he picked you up again like you were nothing, and how he tossed you onto the bed like it didnāt physically hurt to be apart from him for that split second.
You remember how he laughed at you, only to lean in close and press a searing kiss to the exposed skin of your neckātrailing down, wet and hot, until his teeth could pinch the hem of your soaked panties.
You remember how he pulled them off, sliding them down your legs with nothing but a sinful smirk, pink lace caught between his pearly whites like it didnāt get your stomach churning all over again; pupils blown, face flushed red, heart beating in a frenzy when he uses his tongue to drop them onto the floor.
And you canāt, and will never forget the way heās spreading your reddened thighs with his palms, fucking into you like this is truly the last time heāll ever see your face.
Every thrust of his hips against yours knocks the wind out of your lungs. You feel him so impossibly deep that your throat feels cloggedāthe stretch makes your mind go numb, and God, how could you forget howĀ bigĀ Yang Jungwon is when heās bruising your poor cunt like this?
āGood fucking girl,ā and his lips are pressed up against yours like it has nowhere else to go. āMade for me, I swearāso fucking perfect.ā
His length pumps in and out of you with no real effort, all sloppy and squelching like there wasnāt anyone else in this neighbourhood to be considerate of. The backboardās hitting the wall, chipping at the paint, and for a brief moment you let yourself roll your eyes at the thought of painting it overājust when you thought youād never have to again.
āF-fuhhhā¦ā you drawl, hands coming up around his neck at some attempt at stabilizing yourself. Every hit has your toes curling and your body rocking, nails digging into the flesh of his clean, well-sculpted back. āS-shit,Ā Jungwonāfeels so deepāā
āYeah?ā he laughs, low and short-lived before he feels youĀ squeeezingĀ on him. āFuck, youāre so cute. Acting like you havenāt taken me everywhere in this apartment.ā
Youāre close to tears by this point. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair, now soaked in sweat instead of rain, and it should disgust youāit should be revolting, the way most peopleās bodily fluids are, but youāre laid here anywayā glossy lips sucking on his neck, where you know heās most sensitive, taking in his scent like itās all youāll ever know.
He smells so fucking good when heās fucking you like itās his lifeās purpose.
You feel his pulse under your tongue. You also feel the way his cock is swelling up in your walls, taking up more and more and more of you, until youāre gasping for air and his pace is almost fuckingĀ frantic. Jungwon feels like heās losing himself in you.
āSee,ā he moans, breath all hot and loud, leaning right into your ear like it isnāt the most filthy thing heās done. āYouāll always belong to me.ā
And as your friends would say: you did this to yourself. The desperate nods come as soon as the last word leaves his lipsāyour ears pick up on every grunt and huff from him, his big arms caging you in once again as youāre trying to recollect your thoughts. Everythingās too much, the room smells like sex and sin and everything youāve resolved to stay away from, with the man you love right in the centre of it all.
āJ-Jungwon,Ā fuck, I canāt,ā you gasp when you feel your throbbing clit dragging against his length, impossibly hard and aching for more of you. āWe canāt do thisāā
āShhh,ā and his hands are so,Ā soĀ gentle when they come up to caress your tear-stained cheeks. Youāre sniffling like this isnāt the best high youāve experienced in your lifeāyou just lean into his touch, pathetic, staring into his pseudo-soft expression as if it had any real concern. āYes, you canāand you will.ā
Jungwon feels you clamp down on him just then, jaw going slack at just how heavenly your pussy feels. Itās criminal that heās almost forgotten it, forgotten how well you take him, how good and pliant you get when heās splitting you openāhow you welcome him inside every time, despite all your little pleas and stubbornness.
He knows how to get to you. Yang Jungwon knows that nobody will ever fuck you like how he does, and that every man that comes after will have to remember that you belong toĀ himĀ before anyone else. Theyāll have to remember that you get all shy when he whispers in your ear, or that you can cum just from his middle finger alone.
Everyone will know. They donāt have a choice.
āFuuuck,ā he rasps, nose bumping into your jaw as he breathes you in. You smell so much like him that heās beginning to lose his very little composure remaining. āGonna cum, Y/Nāshit, Iām gonna cumāā
āHngh, ām close too,ā your arms find themselves tightening around him, desperately searching for something to hold onto. His muscles are flexing with every desperate rut, every frantic roll of his hips, and God, heād be a liar if he said he wasnāt going dumb at the idea of filling you up. Youād be all warm inside, his cock plugging you closed as he empties himself into your battered cunt, and youād take every single drop of it like it was what youāve always meant to do.
āGod, I love you so much,ā he whispers, and though it makes your eyes shoot open, you find yourself muttering the same phrase back to him. Thereās something sweet in the way he leans in close, just to give you a tender kiss, and then the room flips upside down when his tongue is sliding at your bottom lip again; soon enough, he gets messy, and youāre moaning into each other like youāre the only two people on this street.
It crashes into you. Blinding, deafening, like something in you just exploded after the pressureās built up for months.
Youāre soaking him shamelessly, hot and dizzyingāJungwonās moans sound like theyāve been clipped straight from a porno, disgustingly loud, and still: it makes your orgasmĀ shake. Electricity is buzzing through you, and justĀ whatĀ does your ex know to do when youāre crumbling like this?
GoĀ deeper.
āFuckfuckfuckāw-wait,Ā Jungwon!ā
Your pleas mean nothing. Heās being selfish, and he knows it. He doesnāt care if itās too much, he doesnāt care if youāre crying because heās too big, he doesnāt care if youāre going to cum on his cock for the fifth time in an hour.
Oh, and heĀ definitelyĀ doesnāt care that youāre not together anymore. Thatās never stopped him, has it?
āShit,ā his hips snap into you, ruthless, unforgiving, bruising your cervix like itās personally wronged him. āWanna get back together,Ā mm?ā
This thread is regarding the platforming of victim shaming and misrepresentation of victims in general.
On Sunday, they posted this ask.
This was regarding a situation that occurred outside of the server, one which only a few knew about.
Not only did you allow someone to share this individualās story without their consent, but this account allowed further comments to be posted that shamed the victim herself.
To the individual who sent the original ask, I know who you are. You should be ashamed for sharing someone else's story for the sake of drama. You knew what you were doing by sending it.
I hope one day you learn to grow up and to mind your business. This was not your story to share.
I hope you are embarrassed to have made this a discussion with an account that was sending mass hate to this individual previously along with many others.
If you are going to post about dark content in fictional writing, regardless of opinion, why are you in the same breath also shaming a victim and platforming others to do the same.
"? sure lmao" But no answer?
This ask was sent but @/enhais6 never responded. The reason you didn't respond, is because you're aware of who the older individual is and you're protecting them.
And once again, they do not fit the narrative of the people you're targeting.
More screenshots of them enabling this hate train without solid evidence.
You owe this person more than an apology. For the lies you have spread with no sources to justify your carelessness.
I am aware that they will only deflect upon reading this as their previous interactions have made their future ones predictable.
But I only care for others to recognize how hypocritical they are while hiding behind an anonymous account.
They do not actually care about victims as you are able to see.
you have me blocked btw so idk why you're pretending to talk to me but i will make this brief.
I did not know @/thatfeelinwhenyou's race, i will never defend racism or the person who was racist. i said that because at the time, @/honybite (the person who said the comment) admitted to not knowing her race. therefore, i responded by saying that nobody was deliberately trying to be racist.
The comment about her being in the server was not about the racist remark. it was about her opinions on the boycott, as we were discussing our opinions about it.
I also didn't know anything about the one child rule or the history, again i didn't say the racist comment in the first place. So only when sha @/kissued was attempting to educate @/honybite on the history was when i understood the severity of her comment.
I do apologise for being ignorant in saying no one was trying to be racist because i truly believed that at the time.
Hello, I'm here to show you that the account @/enhais6 does not care about racism the way they claim to.
I'd like to start this off by saying I'm not a confessions account or anything of the sort.
What they really are is a biased account that only posts when it suits them about people they personally don't like. If you are picking and choosing who to "expose" you are not an unbiased account, you do not care about the morals behind anything you post. Especially if your defence is you being aware you're a bad person.
It goes without saying that regardless of whether its personal or not having a "confessions" account is disgusting and being a follower of said account is arguably just as bad.
That being said, multiple sources messaged the account with screenshots from @/sieren05 (renee) being racist, which is @/honybite's (sage) friend who also has been exposed for being racist, they only didn't post it because it didn't include the people they have been targeting since the beginning and because this time it involves their friend.
You have been given proof of racism but you donāt post it because those individuals donāt fit your narrative.
Once again, more screenshot's of not only @/enhais6 not posting about @/sieren05 (renee) being racist but also not sharing the proof of @/honybite being disproven after saying this.
Here is the proof of @/honybite (sage) fighting against apologising and @/sieren05 (renee) defending her.
@kissued (sha) and @dolllnini (kiki) trying to educate her.
It's clear now why they didn't post the screenshots of someone being racist towards Indians.
Proof of sage being banned.
And for those who continue to follow and interact with enhais6, you are allowing someone who has admitted to being racist and ableist to continue to have a platform themselves.
I hope the āentertainmentā you are getting from this situation can clear your conscience but know that you should be abashed considering the source.
This account is not who you should be going to to spread your views or thoughts, have a spine and do it yourself instead of relying on an anonymous hate blog spreading misinformation.
Hello, I'm here to show you that the account @/enhais6 does not care about racism the way they claim to.
I'd like to start this off by saying I'm not a confessions account or anything of the sort.
What they really are is a biased account that only posts when it suits them about people they personally don't like. If you are picking and choosing who to "expose" you are not an unbiased account, you do not care about the morals behind anything you post. Especially if your defence is you being aware you're a bad person.
It goes without saying that regardless of whether its personal or not having a "confessions" account is disgusting and being a follower of said account is arguably just as bad.
That being said, multiple sources messaged the account with screenshots from @/sieren05 (renee) being racist, which is @/honybite's (sage) friend who also has been exposed for being racist, they only didn't post it because it didn't include the people they have been targeting since the beginning and because this time it involves their friend.
You have been given proof of racism but you donāt post it because those individuals donāt fit your narrative.
Once again, more screenshot's of not only @/enhais6 not posting about @/sieren05 (renee) being racist but also not sharing the proof of @/honybite being disproven after saying this.
Here is the proof of @/honybite (sage) fighting against apologising and @/sieren05 (renee) defending her.
@kissued (sha) and @dolllnini (kiki) trying to educate her.
It's clear now why they didn't post the screenshots of someone being racist towards Indians.
Proof of sage being banned.
And for those who continue to follow and interact with enhais6, you are allowing someone who has admitted to being racist and ableist to continue to have a platform themselves.
I hope the āentertainmentā you are getting from this situation can clear your conscience but know that you should be abashed considering the source.
This account is not who you should be going to to spread your views or thoughts, have a spine and do it yourself instead of relying on an anonymous hate blog spreading misinformation.
this is my last time addressing shit because iām tired of repeating the same points over and over.
1. i never talked shit about faeyun or nephynes, because i never knew who they were before this.
2. i was never racist, in fact, i called honybite out for her tone-deaf comment towards thatfeelinwhenyou and we got into an argument because of it.
3. i never said the r slur, it was my old mutual @/sunjakez who said it.
if i really did say slurs, why would i tell a whole new server about it??? if i was racist, why the hell would i be racist to my own people??? šš of course, this person wasnāt in the server that i confronted sage in, so here we are being ignorant and throwing same baseless accusations around again. you know nothing about me and it shows very obviously, you only care about dragging me for shit i didnāt even do.
i donāt get where the racist and ableist accusations came from. thereās missing context and screenshots on that confession account which makes it almost impossible to understand an entire situation. weāre forgetting that this account is anonymous and the person behind it is an admitted racist and ableistā¦. so why the hell r we believing her over literally anyone else? admitting your guilt doesnāt absolve you of it.
anyway if thereās anyone whoād like more screenshots, my dms are open and iāll try my best to give them to you.
4. regarding this post thoughā¦ tell me where i defended being racist. not once have i endorsed, enabled or joined in on the bomb jokes, nor did i support amatariki in the comparison she made. literally in all the fucking screenshots you gave, iām not even there lmfao??? so why tf am i still a topic in your captions??? ššš please get a grip omfg
edit: as for why iām blocked by some blogs, afaik itās because i voiced my thoughts on dddne and they werenāt happy with it (understandable). iām not asking for you to believe me because i and my friends know that iām not someone to let ableism and racism slide, but of course, people hiding behind anonymous accounts will continue to spread misinfo and twist narratives without actually knowing who or what kind of person i am. anyway, there are plenty of screenshots above that show you i called someone else out for being racist. this is the best evidence i can provide as of right now but iām willing to provide more if someone were to reach out to me and ask for a specific date and time. my dms are always open.
+ if youāve ever had an issue with me on the server, my dms are open once againābut i doubt youāll ever show yourself because youād rather shove words in my mouth and claim i did this and that without substantial evidence. āsha is problematicā but thereās not a single piece of evidence showing iām racist, ableist nor do i enable people to be. the truth is that i have never done any of the things iām accused of and iāll stand on it.
enabling hate to be sent to me over unsubstantiated claims is nothing short of childish. itās easy to admit youāre problematic when youāre hiding behind an anonymous account. i can assure you if you were on your main, youād be sitting quiet and not spewing slurs and harassing people like you are now. but of course this shield makes you 100x braver to accuse anyone of anything, right?
once again, everything is false. i speak for myself, with my full chest, when i say iāve never been racist or ableist. take everything you see online with a grain of salt even if that includes this post.
enhais6 is bored and attention-seeking with a flopping confession account so they resort to spreading misinfo. regardless, i know there will be people who take everything anons say seriously, but i hope the people who follow me take the time to realise i am a poc, and i have grown up with differently-abled people my entire life. my mom literally teaches children with autism. i am the last person to let this shit slide, online and irl.
and for those saying iāve defended amatariki, please read this and this. if you took the fucking time to scroll and read what iāve said, it is the exact opposite.
edit 2: for everyone saying iām defending my mutuals.. first of all, the initial accusation was that kiki and i said the r slur. this is false. additionally, we never spoke about faeyun or nephynes in the old server. this is the only thing iāve spoken about or ādefendedā.
anywayā¦. if youāre going to accuse me of something, of course iām going to reply? like literally what did you expect to happen?
you cannot say that iām ārunning my mouthā when iām ānot relevantā, because all iām doing is saying we did not do X when we are accused of doing X. did you expect me to stand by and not clear my name? also, naming me in drama + sending screenshots iām not involved in does nothing to help your case consisting of a whole lot of nothing.
letās use our fucking brains for a sec. you accuse me of using slurs, i disprove it, so you tell me iām trying to make myself relevant??? like how about not dragging me into something i didnāt fucking do LMFAO. maybe then i wouldnāt try and insert myself.
also āscreenies which have nothing to do with the current situationā and āscreenshots which donāt even show itās youā like literally thatās the whole fucking pointā¦ iām not involved in it. you asked about the tfwy situation, i showed it to you. you asked for screenshots of me saying the r slur, i showed you my ex-mutual getting called out for it. what other situation is there that i havenāt talked about? this shit is going in circles because you refuse to admit iāve done nothing.
anyway.. here are the accusations which iāve disproven. but of course the bitch is gonna say some shit like how iām trying to make myself relevant, despite constantly talking about me.
have a good day everyone, please go outside and read something š
all i'm gonna say is if we believe everything we hear from a anonymous user with the sole purpose to hate then we need to get off tumblr and read a book.
please give me proof of where i defended or agreed with her.
please show me where i've bullied anyone ever.
.. lets stop interacting w a blog who has beef with people that don't even know them!
they blocked me and then posted a ss saying i'm racist but this is the proof they posted ??
how are you going to @ me "exposing" me with this as your proof lmfao once again keep my name out your mouth especially if you're gonna block me bc i made a post ab you lying on my name!
also it isn't just me they're lying about so please don't be spineless and believe their every word. they're literally slandering people because they personally don't like them, they themselves are ableist and racist with the intent to ruin peoples reputations and you guys are feeding this shit for entertainment ?
we are here to write FANFICTION btw. fucking fanfiction so instead of contributing to the hate they are spewing put the effort into just being kind, it really isn't difficult.
so basically if you tag me in a post calling out racism about someone who was hard banned from the server, with no context therefore making me look like a bad person.
then i'm gonna reply and defend myself. sorry gotta gentle parent for them to get it lmfao..
i wasn't even a mod when it happened
no one let anyone act that way firstly, like i said the 2 people who were racist got banned.
the screenshot of @dolllnini with the israel gif was her responding to bts's merch which was a bag saying it's not a bomb and she was hating on it, which would have been obvious if this person didn't take it out of context to make her look bad.
she's saying she's here to expose weirdos but literally hates on people for existing, hating @wonscrchy with no proof of her doing anything wrong.
anyway hopefully this is my last time talking about this topic!
this is my last time addressing shit because iām tired of repeating the same points over and over
1. i never talked shit about faeyun or nephynes, because i never knew who they were before this.
2. i was never racist, in fact, i called honybite out for her tone-deaf comment towards thatfeelinwhenyou and we got into an argument because of it.
3. i never said the r slur, it was my old mutual @/sunjakez who said it.
if i really did say slurs, why would i tell a whole new server about it??? if i was racist, why the hell would i be racist to my own people??? šš of course, this person wasnāt in the server that i confronted sage in, so here we are being ignorant and throwing same baseless accusations around again. you know nothing about me and it shows very obviously, you only care about dragging me for shit i didnāt even do.
i donāt get where the racist and ableist accusations came from. thereās missing context and screenshots on that confession account which makes it almost impossible to understand an entire situation. weāre forgetting that this account is anonymous and the person behind it is an admitted racist and ableistā¦. so why the hell r we believing her over literally anyone else? admitting your guilt doesnāt absolve you of it.
anyway if thereās anyone whoād like more screenshots, my dms are open and iāll try my best to give them to you
š¬ 4Ā Ā š 0Ā Ā ā¤ļø 0Ā Ā·Ā goodmorning enhablr!! based off the shit i have sniffed i am assuming at one point dolllnini had a dc server of her own whe
good evening enhablr!
since people lack comprehension skills and this topic has been dragged out for too long, i guess i'll have to make a whole ass post just to explain something that a two year old kid would normally understand.
this whole situation started on @enhais6's blog, a blog made for people to "confess" their opinion on enhablr's writers, but it really is just a place where the blog owner spreads misinformation and leaks conversations without even revealing who they are.
one of their anons sent them an ask, talking about me and my friend @kissued supposedly throwing the r slur around and shit talking users @/nephynes and @/faeyun in an old server that has long been dead that had a few big writers in it.
since enhais6 decided to write down a whole shaming post about me, i'm here to clear it all up and prove that these are just false accusations, made out of pure hypocrisy.
1. it was another person, an old friend who we don't talk to anymore, dropping the slur and justifying it by saying she's disabled. the person was @/sunjakez.
these are my profile and @/kissued's.
2. we DID talk bad about some writers before. but we NEVER even mentioned nephynes and faeyun's name once in our conversations in the server the anon was talking about. in fact, we both dont know who faeyun is, and only were aware of nephynes' blog after our names were mentioned in her blog.
the only people we ever talked shit about were people who wrote dddne, dark content, and overall weird writers sexualizing incest, rape and self harm.
i also DID confront nephynes about the ask she got, and we cleared things out without it being made a big deal.
i dont understand why this is being brought up now after all this time, and by this blog specifically. i'm baffled at how much of an hypocrite someone can be to just throw accusations around, acting like you even know what happened then, not even realizing that you're worse than ALL of us combined, and then trying to get us dragged down.
to refresh your minds, this is what enhais6 has been doing lately:
1. death threats to any and everybody.
2. bomb/israel jokes.
3. using slurs! (the thing they're accusing us of)
4. racist jokes.
5. make fun of serious mental and physical health conditions.
6. leaking screenshots of a server's conversation without consent.
7. just the mere act of hiding behind an anonymous account, not revealing yourself, just to create chaos and spamming dozens of blogs with hateful, horrific comments is an act of pure immaturity and incivility. THIS is what deserves to be dragged down.
in the post i linked, enhais6 posted a bunch of screenshots to point out....nothing?
exposing what i said about my past isn't going to prove what you're trying to prove, since i changed and YOU didn't. so what if i was as bad as you are now? is that going to get me cancelled like some kind of celebrity? if you think that, thank you for the recognition! but maybe instead of yapping about what others do, you should just focus on your own person since you admitted yourself that you're an ableist and immoral piece of shit.
my friend saying "remember how someone was saying we threw around slurs" is different from saying "remember how we threw around slurs", but maybe you're too dumb to understand basic english.
you're taking screenshots of nothing but a few words without context, expecting people to start seeing me as someone who has done worse than you.
also!
š¬ 0Ā Ā š 0Ā Ā ā¤ļø 0Ā Ā·Ā caught dolllnini and kissued straight lying out their ass bc supposedly they never talked shit about @nephynes, whatās this
enhais6 keeps proving my point about not knowing how to read and comprehend a few lines of text. this conversation went on literally long after the whole thing with the old enhablrconfession account went down. we didnt know who she was BEFORE we got named randomly by anons in her blog. is it that hard to understand? the events are literally ages apart from each other, youre taking screenshots of conversations happened this month to prove something about five months ago. "cancelled i wonder why" actually you should wonder since we actually got cancelled by people who write incest and rape, all because me and my friend spoke up about it being fucked up. if you dont know what the fuck is going on, why are you even talking?š
š¬ 0Ā Ā š 0Ā Ā ā¤ļø 0Ā Ā·Ā PART TWO:
joking about bombing the place and the war between iran and the US that killed real people and is STILL CURREN
about me apparently making jokes about israel, let me just give you the full context of it since you just blatantly cropped the part where i sent the gif!
i do NOT support israel and have ALWAYS been categorical about it. i've always stood with palestine and spoken up about the genocide going on in the middle east; i'm not going to let some liar manipulate screenshots to picture me as a zionist. i sent that gif with the intent of criticizing BTS and a merch item they're currently promoting, which was made by an israeli company.
enhais6, i will keep seeing you as an hypocrite even if you claim you're not hiding your bad behavior when, guess what, you're exactly doing that! if you're really that unfiltered, then reveal yourself and try saying one of the horrifying things you're throwing around with everyone knowing who you are.
we're all good at accusing people as long as they dont know who is hiding behind this page. you can keep spreading your false morals elsewhere, and pretend you're getting consents by praising yourself in your own inbox. my conscience is clean since i'm not the one lurking in a server i dont even talk in, playing hide and seek like some sixth grader, and shaming people for things they didn't even do while doing exactly the same thing we're accusing them of, if not worse.
this is the internet, a screen can feel like an indestructible protective barrier for your fucked up mind but it really isn't. it will come out who you are at some point, then we'll see how you're going to handle that.
if you don't like someone as a person, you could just stop at expressing it instead of making up things just because you're bored, trying to picture them as criminals to get some sort of satisfaction from seeing people who aren't you get harassed.
this will be the last time i speak on this. i'm done trying to argue with people who have their eyes and ears covered, and are still going to find reasons to get people hated on.
shame on you for being the horrible human you are.
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