#should have blocked the second i moved blogs honestly

[jinchuls]

i feel icky but in the anxiety way

[highvern]

Work Me Out

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: working out, flirting, touching, almost car sex, making out, breast play, fingering, oral, face sitting, multiple sex positions, big dick mingyu, protected sex (gasp!), strength kink, dirty talk, choking, spanking :) lover boy gyu as always. let me know if i missed anything!

Length: ~5k

Note: y'all thought cheol rot was bad but the OG bias wrecker is back. dont come at me for gym terminology i go by vibes. replaced my gym crush with mingyu and this is what happened <3 i have a bonus/pt 2 in the drafts too but I'll wait to post it bc too much muscle pig mingyu is bad for the soul... and the [redacted]

to the anon that sent me a seok ask forever ago about his arms, im sorry i used it in this fic. but know i have a seok fic with exactly what you asked for in the works rn. everyone say thank you anon.

@bbychocolat do not hit my line about mingyu for at least 24 business hours i need to recover

Remember: Tumblr runs on reblogs and I run on validation in the tags and comments :)

read part II

read more here

This blog is intended for 18+ only! Minors/blank blogs will be blocked!

Figuring out the ins and outs of a new gym isn’t easy but it isn’t impossible. Go too early and you’re surrounded by creepy men old enough to be your grandfather. Right after work is a sure way to experience hoards of gym bros crowding around machines like they own them. 

So you go as late as possible. 

Only a handful of people are dispersed through the large space. A few run on the treadmills lined on the catwalk of the second floor, several switch through different weights in front of the mirrors. You make your way through the maze of equipment towards the leg press; your final sets before you can go home and wash away the grime of the day.

Or you would if someone wasn’t occupying the one machine you need.

Peeping your head around, you notice a black backpack and matching water bottle on the ground. You glance around, unable to find a clear owner since the next closest person is halfway across the gym doing a different exercise.

Would it be that rude to take the machine out from under someone if they’re not even using it? You could probably get in all your sets before the person even came back if you moved quickly.

You wait a few minutes. How embarrassing would it be to have the mystery person walk back up the second you sat down? But after five minutes pass and no one emerges to claim the spot, you set about changing the weights out.

And just when you slip into the seat, you look up and find someone approaching.

He’s tall, he’s handsome, and he’s barely ten feet away. Your saving grace is that he hasn’t spotted you yet thanks to his phone. 

But that doesn’t last long.

“Oh! Sorry! Were you using this machine?” You ask, trying to sound cordial. 

“It’s okay!” He smiles at you. “Do you need it?”

Yes.

“No, I can find something else to do.” 

You rise to do just that when he stops you with a shrug.

“I don’t mind sharing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I take long breaks between my sets anyway so it’s no big deal.”

So that’s where he went.

“Okay, thanks.”

“No problem.”

He moves to lean against the wall, face buried in his phone once again as you work through your set. Honestly you think he forgot you were even there until you start standing up and he pushes off his perch. 

Exchanging polite smiles, you skirt around him and snag your water bottle before occupying the same spot against the painted bricks. You try not to be a creep but watching the way the muscles in his legs bulge and coil with each rep is impossible to look away from. Especially when there’s just so much to look at.

He racks up twelve reps with ease and switches back off with you before wandering out of sight.

You work through two of your sets before he comes teetering back. 

“I tried putting it back to your weight.” You laugh, sipping from your water bottle.

“Three forty? Ouch.”

“What? Should I have made it lighter?”

“Try heavier. Like four hundred.”

“My sincerest apologies.” You mock, placing your hand over your heart. “I’ll remember that next time.”

He laughs again before slipping back into the seat and working through the motions.

This time you don’t bother hiding the way you watch him over your phone. He looks good, it’d be a waste not to watch the swell of his chest or the stretch of his thighs. The gym shorts and snug black t-shirt only exacerbate how cut his physique is. 

And if he makes a comment you can always twist your not so subtle gawking into a compliment about his form.

When he finishes his set again, he snags his bag and water bottle off the ground before turning to you. “All yours. Have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too.”

And he’s gone.

Over the next few weeks, you learn mystery man works out at the same time you. He’s there when you arrive and remains when you leave after an hour and a half of sweating and gasping like a dying fish, only absent on Wednesdays when you manage the most last luster workouts of your life. The disappointment the first time you realized you were looking for the backwards cap sticking out amongst the free weights would have been embarrassing but what's wrong with a little eye candy while breaking a sweat? 

And what a great view he makes. Your brief peeks into the mirrored walls are full of nothing straining muscles and glowing skin. The first day he did arms in a cutoff tee will go down in history as the worst day of your life. Only rivaled by all the other days he works his legs in shorts accentuating just how nice his ass is with every squat.

Your friends all ask when you’re going to talk to him again. As if you’ll just walk right up and interrupt the best part of your day. No, you’d rather watch him move across the gym floor from the corner of your eye, throw him a friendly nod, and go about your business than run the risk of making things awkward.

Unfortunately, doesn’t possess the same desire to remain a friendly nameless face like you do.

His name is Mingyu. Or that’s what the employee with glasses calls him while they joke around one night. You don’t mean to eavesdrop but they’re loud and the only exit takes you right past the U-shaped desk. Mingyu throws a grin as you pass by on your way out and the flash of teeth spikes your heart rate higher than any exercise you’ve done that night.

When he officially introduces himself at the water fountain the next night, you have to bite the urge to tell him ‘I know.’ Instead you snort at his extended hand, providing your own name over the firm shake like you won’t be haunted by the feeling of the calluses on his fingers or the heat of his palm for the next week. 

What’s worse is how he says your name back, rolling the sound across his tongue and past his quirked lips. 

And the final nail in the coffin is when you leave and you see the way he turns in the glass doors to watch, bidding you a goodnight with your name signed at the end.

Mingyu might be the worst gym crush in the world. Mostly because your thoughts of him extend beyond the brick walls he should only exist in. And partially because he’s caught you staring more times than you care to admit. 

Not as many times as you’ve caught him, but the point stands.

No, the worst part, you find out, is Mingyu is an incorrigible flirt. And he knows it.

Tonight you’re off schedule, runny nearly half an hour later than usual.; work clothes sticking to your skin as you make your way towards the off shooting hall housing the entrance to the locker rooms. In a rush, you step around another body only to end up in front of one much more familiar.

“There's my girl.” Mingyu smiles. “Thought you were skipping out on me.”

My girl. My girl. My girl, my girl, my girl….

There isn’t a thought in your head beyond the bold casualness he drops that bomb on you with so you nod awkwardly and force yourself not to sprint the next twenty feet to hide.

Half an hour later, when you catch him watching you in the mirror over his own weights, the bastard smiles like the cat who caught the canary. 

But you end up on top when Mingyu offers to spot you while doing weighted squats. He’s at your back, an appropriate amount of space between your bodies you wish he’d close. You don’t need his help. Your form is better than his (you would know, his ass and thighs give you tunnel vision when its his leg day). And the weight on the bar isn’t even enough to make you strain but why pass up on the offer? Especially with how Mingyu meets your eyes over your shoulder in the mirror with each dip.

And then he cheers ‘that’s my girl’ again when you re-rack the equipment with ease and it's over.

“Shit,” you grunt. 

Mingyu pops up from his perch between your breasts under your shirt, hair a mess and eyes glazed. “Good?”

“No, your steering wheel is in my back.” You wince, attempting to wiggle away and ending up further up his lap.

“Sorry, let me just…”

The seat flies back under your combined weight, throwing your forehead right into Mingyu’s chin.

“Fuck!” 

“Oh my god!” You gasp. “Are you okay?”

Mingyu’s head falls back as he releases a massive sigh. Each second that ticks by has you both coming to the same conclusion.

“Yeah,” you breath, sitting up. “I think this was a bad idea.”

“Oh…”

“I just mean like your car is small and you’re too big and I—“

The guffaw Mingyu tries to hide slips free too easily. “That’s what she said.”

“God, you’re gross.” 

Your nose crinkles as you rise up, using his chest for leverage. It feels as nice as it looks and its the worst knowledge you’ve gained in you life.

“Sticks and stones,” he hums.

“Well this was fun. I’ll ugh… see you around?”

When you try to shift back into the passenger seat to exit, Mingyu’s hands flex over your thighs to keep you in his lap. His sweats do nothing to hide his semi. Something he doesn’t even seem to consider as a concern given the way he unconsciously curls into you.

“Or we can go back to mine.”

He’s trying and failing to sound nonchalant. Like he won’t go home and fuck his fist in the shower with the echoes of your sighs filling his ears if you turn him down. You can see it in his eyes. What hinges on his offer and how much you’ll both regret it if the tension fizzles and dies in his SUV.

From where you’re sitting, it’s incredibly difficult to think with your head and not your hormones. Mingyu is hot, he’s nice, he seems decent enough. His behavior doesn’t hint at him being a creep. If he’s normal enough to fuck in his car, is he not normal enough to fuck in the comfort of a bed?

The thumb stroking your thighs and the hopeful eyes staring you down make the decision for you.

“Yeah, okay.” 

With his address in your phone’s GPS, you trail after his SUV in your own car. The roads are familiar because they’re the same roads you drive when you return to your apartment that turns out to be only three blocks closer to the gym than Mingyu’s. 

All this time he’d been so close and you never even realized. Did he think about you the same way you thought about him when he drove home? If he did, you’re in for a night.

Rolling into a space only a few down from where he parks, you pause to hype yourself up. 

People have sex all the time. It’s no big deal. I can do this. 

A knock at the window interrupts your spiral, finding Mingyu smiling sheepishly through the glass. The muscles in your chest squeeze when he opens the door and holds it for you to exit; and threaten to explode when his hand finds the small of your back and guides you towards the stairwell.

Footsteps echo down to the hall, Mingyu only a fraction ahead to lead the way to a non-descript door with a seasonal doormat that's seen better days.

“Ugh, this is it.” 

His apartment is shockingly clean for a guy your age. Not clean in the ‘I don’t own enough shit to even be dirty’ way. No, Mingyu’s apartment is cozy. There’s throw pillows and blankets on the couch. He has a lamp and bookshelf in the corner and the walls are adorned with a collage of artwork thoughtfully pieced together. Several personal photos are littered throughout, some with an obviously younger Mingyu propped next to what must be a sister or a cousin, a few of him with friends. One of him and a familiar man with glasses, their faces blurry but the glee clear as they’re frozen in time. Your lips lift with a soft smile at the personal touches bleeding into every corner of his space.

Turning over your shoulder you ask, “You and the guy at the gym are friends?” 

Mingyu’s watching you with something unidentifiable in his eyes, stepping forward to figure out which frame you're looking at until he’s only a foot behind you.

“Yeah, we went to the same middle school.”

“And this one?” You say, fingers tracing the edge of the wooden frame.

“My little sister.” Mingyu follows, still only a step behind.

“And I’m assuming these are your parents?”

“Actually those are Wonwoo’s parents.” He chuckles. “These are my parents.”

Mingyu’s arm reaches around to point at the correct photo, his chest brushing against your back.

“Wanna give me the tour?”

Mingyu manages to show you everything in five minutes. The living room and connected kitchen you’re already standing in, the door of the hall bathroom, and finally his bedroom. You take a seat on the edge of the bed, discovering the new smattering of details that uncover more about the man waiting with baited breath in the threshold. 

“Why are you over there?” You ask.

With arms crossed and shoulders up to his ears, Mingyu resembles a kid waiting to be scolded rather than a man who tried to hook up with you in his car less than thirty minutes ago.

“I’m nervous.”

You can’t stop the satisfaction from spreading to your face. “I make you nervous?”

Mingyu pushes off the door jam, shuffling forward until he’s standing a foot in front of you. “Yeah. I don’t really do stuff like this.”

“Stuff like what? Try and fuck girls in your car?”

“Haha.” Mingyu mocks, face descending until he rubs his nose with yours.

Your eyes slip closed when his do, breathing each other's air. “Stuff like what, Gyu?”

Your hands find the material of his shirt stretched across his shoulder. Each brush of his lips across your cheek, down your jaw, until he finds your ear.

“I don’t sleep around with girls I’m not dating.”

Oh.

“We don’t hav—”

“Which is not the best way to ask you out.”

You press him out of your space, far enough that you can look him in the eyes and see if he’s serious. The tips of Mingyu’s ears burn red but he’s looking right at you despite how embarrassed he clearly feels.

“You’re asking me on a date?”

“Ugh, yeah. I think it’d be fun. But you don’t have to! If you just wanna do this that's fine t—”

Whatever words Mingyu was trying to say fizzle on the tip of his tongue as you pull him into a kiss. He curls over you, pressing you further into his bed with every fervent pass. Wedging one hand under the small of your back, Mingyu lifts you up and carries you while he crawls to the center.

Your mind wanders to all the other ways he can manhandle you into the mattress.

He settles flat against you, hips cradled between your own while delving into your mouth. You fill your hands with his ass, dragging Mingyu’s covered cock against your core. A groan backs apart your lips as Mingyu falls into the curve of your neck. 

“This is a yes to the date by the way.” You pant now that he’s taken over, hands scratching up his back in an effort to get rid of his shirt. “In case that wasn’t clear.”

Mingyu’s clothes disappear over his head and across the room, yours following shortly after. The heat of bare skin on bare skin is better than anything until he takes one of your breasts in his palm and the other in his mouth. 

Every curse you know flies through your lips as he sucks and pinches until you're sore between the legs.

He takes the squeeze of your thighs and the rock of your hips as a greenlight, hands leading where his lips follow until it’s nothing but your panty clad core an inch from his face.

“This okay?” Mingyu asks in the fat of your thigh, tongue trailing fire across the skin.

You nod with a sigh, “Mingyu, please.”

He doesn’t need much more than that, the fabric barrier gone in a blink and his nose traces your folds until he’s dying for a taste.

Mingyu eats pussy like he doesn’t need oxygen. The path of his pointed tongue around your clit is nothing short of precise, meticulously tracing every ridge and curve until the sheets stretch under your fingers. When he flattens it to pay broader attention, your legs squeeze and Mingyu’s hands force them wide around his shoulders.

Your feet flatten on the bed and thrust up his mouth, wet and crude with fingers in his hair and your whines in his ears. Every suck of Mingyu’s mouth forces the muscles in your neck to lerch until they hurt and your head falls back. He takes pride in the way you drip for him, making the best mess he’s ever had the privilege to clean up.

You reward him with an lavishing praise at the next twitch of your insides, “Fuck, just like that.” 

Taking advantage of the slight arch in your spine, Mingyu’s hand sneaks under your back, fingers unforgiving as they dig into your ass. He curls your hips up and buries a finger in your core with mortifying ease.

Between your legs, Mingyu catches your eyes. Pupils blown wide, mouths bruised around stuttered breath. A matching set of debauched expressions. He’s more familiar like this; skin glowing with sweat, and hair matted to his forehead. Next time you see him at the gym you know it's all you’ll think about. Next time you're alone in your room, or the shower, or the grocery store. Or anywhere you’ve day dreamed about him before.

He leans back to watch the digit disappear, only to reappear soaking. “Feels good?”

“Give me another and it will.”

You savor the rhythm he sets, thick fingers working to prep you for what you felt under his shorts. His tongue is hard and wet at your clit, fingers stretching and spreading until your stomach dips and you nearly buck him off as your clit swells from abuse.  

Your fingers pluck at your nipples and Mingyu apparently likes to watch because he manages more enthusiasm, forces his finger to crook just the right way, and continues to suck even after you start screaming.

“Oh fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chant, voice cracked.

Something sounding suspiciously like a ‘thank you’ drops into the mix but Mingyu’s the only one to hear it. In his opinion, he should be the one doing the thanking; you just gave him enough spank bank material for the next six months.

You don’t dislike the taste of yourself on his tongue, his lips, his chin, his cheeks, and even his chest when you flip Mingyu over and aim to return the favor. He blushes when you lap against the hollow of his throat; embarrassed from the way he goes boneless with such simple affection.

He sinks into the plush of the mattress, propped up by the mountain of pillows at the headboard. Mingyu’s stomach stiffens under your tongue and the twitch blooms a smile on your face. Predictable.

“Sensitive?”

Your nails raking up the shape of his thighs turn the denial falling from his lips into a whine, and it makes you wonder what other sounds Mingyu will make with his cock in your mouth.

The vein bulging along the underside of his length gives your tongue something to trace along as you lap from base to flared tip, sucking down until it shines from spit and pre-cum. You take all you can until the curve of your throat protests.

Mingyu’s big and he’s loud.

“Oh God, shit.” He babbles with abandon, hands fisted at his sides until his knuckles turn pale.

You focus on the cock in your mouth rather than how pretty Mingyu’s chest would look covered in bite marks. How a bruise on his hip would be just visible when he reaches over his head to do pull ups, and red streaks from your nails on his bicep would make a great accessory.

A hand lands on the base of your skull, gentle until it's not. His thumb dips to stroke the bulge of his dick through your throat as you take him deeper. And like some ridiculous porno theres still an inch you’ll never be able to take even if you do nothing but let him fucking your mouth until the only thing you taste is cum.

“Fuuuuck,” Mingyu groans from a harsh suck on the upstroke.

He distracts you with his tongue on yours, keeping you from diving back down and destroying his ego from how quick you almost made him cum. Your one solace is the lazy grip you have on the base of Mingyu’s length, fingers tightening around the head while he cants into the squeeze.

You think Mingyu is going to plant you on his cock and make you ride it until one of you is crying. But he keeps pushing and pulling until you’re kneeling over his face, knees cushioned in the pillows and hands against the wall to steady you while he dives in again.

His head shakes back and forth, tongue out to swipe messily at your clit as you grind into his face. The last grip of sanity you have gives you the mind to reach back, jerking Mingyu off while he eats it, a cycle of moans moving through you; him into your folds when you squeeze from a grating pass off his tongue that has you whining to the ceiling fan.

“Shit, need you to fuck me.” You whine but don’t stop curling against the latch of his lips, legs stiff with ache.

It’s Mingyu who brings things to a halt, raising you away from his mouth until you're left on your knees while he stands to rummage in the drawer for a condom. You listen while the paint of the wall cools your forehead.

The hand at the dip of your spine makes you melt when he checks in, “Still okay?”

Nodding, you find him over your shoulder with a thick swallow. Mingyu’s nose follows the slope of your muscles, lips untying all the knots he’s worked into them over the past few weeks.

“Want it like this?”

“Yeah.”

You drop until your chest meets the bed and arch until it hurts just to put on a good show. Mingyu shuffles behind you, knocking your knees wider with his own, palms molding to your ass and spreading it apart to take a good look like he wasn’t tongue deep inside your pussy already. The room is nothing more than the sounds of grounding breaths; Mingyu watching the way your torso moves around the air, releasing a long exhale before moving closer.

The feel of his chest against yours was great, but the hard muscle of it along your back, his chain caught between and leaving a definitive mark, is life ruining. It shreds the last bit of humanity you’ve been clinging to since you dragged Mingyu to the parking lot and tried to stick your hands down his pants while leant against the passenger door.

No matter how well Mingyu stretched you for his cock it was never going to be enough. Taking the first inch nearly splits you in half. But you're soaked and needy; nothing short of the end of the world is going to keep you from getting the satisfaction of feeling him in your guts. You take it with measured breaths and affirmations to relax. Slow arches of his hips work him in until he’s flat with your ass and whispering absolute depravity into your ears.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Arching your ass higher, you whimper, “You’re huge.”

Your ass stings under his punishing hand, thrown forward by an involuntary buck of his hips.

“Don’t say that.”

You turn until you can look over your shoulder again, meeting wild eyes. “You feels so good.” You moan, eyelids low and wrecked.

“Didn’t—shit, think you’d have such a dirty mouth.” He bites into the side of your neck, sucking a bruise like a depraved teenager. 

“I knew you’d have a fat cock.”

You get what you want so easily it's almost insulting; Mingyu’s hand forcing your face into the sheets and his hips rushing into you with pure need. Every prod into your cunt has you wailing. It’d destroy your self respect if you could think of anything beyond how he’s ruining you for anyone else.

Pillows topple off the edge of the bed as you scramble for a hold. Anything to ground you against the burn in your veins with every tight squeeze around Mingyu’s cock. His balls slap against your clit teasingly, more degrading than the way he has you bent in half. 

“Harder,” you beg.

Mingyu falls back on his haunches, pulling you with him until you're sitting up right. His arm comes into view, curling around neck until your throat sits in the crux of his elbow and his hand latches on your shoulder; a crude headlock he uses as leverage to keep fucking into you. You’ve been choked but this is infinitely better. Whatever Mingyu wants to take from you, he’s in a position to do so.

“Gonna cum?” He nips into your earlobe.

His hand shoves its way between your legs, swipe roughly against your clit before you can even hope to answer.

A pathetic nod is all you manage thanks to the muscles gathered under your chin limiting your mobility.

Mingyu let's go then and your hands prevent a crash into the headboard, putting you back in the same position as before but you have to work for it now; ass bouncing in his laps as you ride him. Finding your balance, you drop one hand to your clit as Mingyu’s pinch your nipples.

“Let me have it, let me make you come." Mingyu pants into your spine. "Fuck you look so good like this, shit.”

He keeps rambling, flying with you towards the edge hand in hand; both breathless from the slap of your thighs against his.

“Mingyu, feel so good. Oh my god, oh my g—”

The softness of the pillows greets you once again while everything flashes white. Mingyu scrambles behind, fucking you into the mattress while you soak his cock. Muscles twitching, teeth ground till they crack, you come and come and come while begging him to do the same.

Mingyu gives in without hesitation, all his weight behind his hips as he fills the condom; dragging you back with an arm around your waist. Every jerk of his cock against your walls from the force makes you vibrate until he’s slipping out, soiled and used against the back of your thigh.

The last thing you register is his lips finding your shoulder again, rubbing back and forth as he comes down.

You fall asleep under the heat of his body for who knows how long, content in the mind shattering numbness of what just happened. Mingyu seems to feel the same, dead weight hanging half off you so you can at least manage to breath.

When you wake, whether it's twenty minutes or two hours later, Mingyu is snoring into the pillow, still naked. His lips pout in his sleep and you swallow the urge to shower them with kisses thanks to the drool at the corner of his mouth.

Even without the covers, you're warm. The kind of heat that slips over your skin, sinks into your bones and keens for you to fall asleep and stay. But Mingyu asked you on a date, not to spend the night. And you’d hate to assume and ruin whatever this is before it as a chance to start.

“Where are you going?” He pouts.

You don't make it two inches out of his arms before he’s pulling you back, tangling them around you so there's no chance of unnoticed escape. Mingyu digs his nose into your cheek and waits for an answer like he has all the time in the world.

Something tells you if he knew you were attempting to head home, Mingyu would throw a fit. And what use is that when you want to see what a night sleep with a giant human furnace is like?

“Bathroom.”

Adding to the list of information you’ve learned, Mingyu is a stage five clinger. He latches on to your back, guiding you into the shower stall for a quick spray down that leaves half your face, part of your thigh, and almost none of him clean.

He falls asleep against the base of your skull while brushing your teeth, because of course he has a stash of extra toothbrushes under the sink just in case. 

And when you crawl under the fresh sheets, he pulls you into his chest, leaves a kiss against your forehead, and tells you he can’t wait for your breakfast date tomorrow.

Taglist: @tomodachiii @cvpidyunho @miniseokminnies @ddaengpotate @arycutie @gaebestie @primoppang @gyuguys @mine-gyu @doremifasire @missminhoe @toplinehyunjin @crvs4vldtn @prettygyuuu

© highvern. copying/reuploading/translating my work anywhere is strictly prohibited.

[moonit3]

I see that request is open...

Sooo, i wonder what would happen if the reader/darling feels like something is wrong with Axel. Like, his personality felt almost fake. Like he did it as for the money,,,,

Bonus points if Axel actually about to ask the reader/darling to be his significant other! And reader/darling having moments of doubt which makes it harder for him to confess.

Like geee, i wonder why the reader/darling is like that- /sarcastic

another sequel for our boy axel! im glad that he receive some recognition as he is one of my favorite of the blog (о´∀`о) and today we have a continuation from the two previous segments.

A BREAK

➥ warnings/notices: yandere male, obsession, insecurity from reader’s part, angst (?), axel being insensitive sometimes, reader cries but nothing too much, not much yandere stuff on this.

➥ yandere! rent-a-boyfriend x gn! reader

➥ synopsis: after dating this new guys for a while, he makes a proposal that you might not accept.

➥ a/n: soooooooo this is quite short compared to my other projects (sorry anon…) as i had some struggles on writing this for some reason such as a temporary writing block, an incoming test and my insomnia. but no worries, i promise this one is a good one despite not having much yandere stuff on it, so enjoy it!

“do you want to make things official?”

“official?”

“yes, we should start dating real, without any contract between us.”

today was a little different than the usual dates with axel. instead of being you to call him to a date or send a text message to the enterprise that you wish to see him, he was the one who sent a voice mail to you, asking if you could meet him without needing to pay him.

at first, you believed that he just wanted to hang out with you as friends and maybe getting to know each other for real, but it seems he wants to take things further than you expected.

“you sure?” your finger began playing with each other, a way to calm yourself down and relax your mind with the words that came out of his lips. this wasn’t what you’ve planned for the day, but now you will have to endure axel for the afternoon. “i mean, i think things have been going well between the two of us like this…”

his eyes notice how nervous you’ve become and despite wanting to get close, to assure things will go well, axel just stay on his side of the bench. “you’re right, but don’t you think things will get better when we get together? like a real couple.” his hand moves to hold yours, but you move it away in the last second, making you getting further away from his touch. “what is wrong? you look more lost than usual, did something happened?”

you nodded. “i-it’s just that I’m scared of you leaving me.” the way your eyes seems to lose some sparkle when you speak makes axel’s heart drop. “i had a bad experience prior you and i don’t want this to happen again.”

right. you haven’t forgive that incident when you are dating the ‘first axel’ and it’s look that you won’t be forgotten about it anytime soon, specially as he had humiliated you in a intimate moment like that. but you don’t this ‘axel’ is the same one that broke your heart and he hopes to continue like this.

“yeah, there was that guy…” he fakes a smile, trying to keep his posture up and to not show any signs that he knows the subject more than you’ve told him before. “…he sounds like a horrible person from what you’ve said to me.”

“indeed. he was the worst.” he mentally agreed with you, back then, he had a terrible personality. “he was the worst human being, a horrible person and he deserves death.” oh. is that what you’ve thinking? killing him and trashing him? honestly, he can’t blame you.

as you continue to ramble about the fiasco of your first experience with the rent-a-boyfriend guy, axel caresses your hair. the thoughts inside his head are running wild, mostly of it are questioning himself if what he doing is right.

he is lying at you. pretending to be someone who he isn’t just to praise and protect you from his own actions that made you question if trusting someone is right or wrong, axel is responsible for making you crying numerous night. however, he doesn’t feel like to tell you the true.

when you ended your little speech of how terrible he was, a smile grows on your face when you look up to see his eyes. you look happier than usual now, compared to just a few minutes ago. are you going to say yes? take his words into consideration and be with him for real?

“can we stay like this? like, not a real couple for an extra time. im still not ready for a real relationship, axel.” you said, removing his hand away from your hair and hold it gently closer to your heart. “i do have feelings for you, but there are a lot of things that are making me feel trapped in the past, like i’m not ready to move on from it and you have been so distant in the recently days.”

so you did notice that. but how much do you truly know what he is hiding?

“i know that you have other clients other than me, but you are always looking at your phone when we are out together,” axel is making sure that you won’t receive another match from the app, resulting you on be his only. “and you don’t even reply to me when i ask something.” his voice keep failing as he didn’t got used to the lower tone.

he removes his hand away from yours, despite wanting to feel your touch on his skin. he needs to find an excuse, “i got busy with the enterprise asking me to help them at the financial sector.” is that a good one? “so they keep sending me multiple messages, but that is no excuse to my behavior in the recent dates we had.”

your lips curves into a smile when he said that, but it didn’t change the fact that you still suspicious of his behavior, you can feel something off. “i understand it, axel. but i think we should take a break.”

what?

“it will the best for us, axel.” you caressed his dark hair, smiling at his face. “i need to be by myself for a time, to get things back together and to prioritize my health as my work is getting harder in recently days. im sorry this might hurt you, but i really need to be alone—“

“it’s okay.” he smiled. “i know things have been hard to you and im going to be here to help you, at any distance.” his arms wrapped around your body, bringing you closer and leaving no other option than hugging him back.

your face rest on his chest, he can feel that you are crying against his shirt’s fabric, but axel doesn’t say nothing to ruin the moment. he knows that you have been working hard and even with you wanting space from him, axel will take care of you as he will keep his presence unknown to you in the future.

@moonit3 writings

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Left at the Altar - Hangman (Part 3)

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Reader (Ex-Girlfriend!Reader)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Some Light Angst; References to Sex; Second Person POV ("You"), No Y/N, No Physical Descriptions of Reader

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: You struggle with your life back in Texas. Is California calling your name?

A.N. I double-checked and I'm pretty sure that I added everyone to the tag list who requested it and has their age on their blog, so hopefully this works.

Part 1 Part 2 Epilogue

Master List

Sitting on the couch of your childhood home, you held your wine glass close to your chest.

It was officially two days after you were left at the altar and the last forty-eight hours of your life were practically a blur.

After your night with Jake, you were forced to deal with reality. You moved out of the apartment that you shared with your ex and went through the process of literally cutting him out of your life one photo at a time. Literally. Your name wasn’t on the lease since you moved into your ex’s bigger apartment a few months ago, which worked to your advantage.

You dropped off anything to do with your wedding at your ex’s family’s home, including your wedding dress, since they paid for it and told them to do whatever the hell that they wanted with it. Or they could bring it back to you and you’d burn it.

And your last spiteful move against your ex was cancelling your honeymoon reservations and the extra ticket that he bought his mistress the night before they were supposed to fly out. And the best part was that they had already checked in. Your ex tried to angrily text and call you after he got to the airport, but you just blocked him and moved on.

And now here you were: moved into your childhood bedroom, with your life in a suitcase and a bunch of taped up cardboard boxes. Truly living life to the fullest. Well, at least you had some wine that your mom may or may not have stolen from the reception venue.

The night chill seeped through the screens on the windows and the back door and forced you to pull on a sweatshirt. It was one of Jake’s old faded UT ones that he got when you were both sixteen. He quickly grew out of it and you were happy to take it off of his hands. You kept it in the deepest corner of your closet when you were living with your ex-fiancé, but now, you wore it openly.

You thought that it would have been inappropriate to wear an ex-boyfriend’s sweatshirt in the apartment that you shared with your fiancé. Of course, you thought that fucking someone else would have qualified as inappropriate, but perhaps you didn’t have your priorities straight. You should have started wearing it months ago.

Taking a sip of your wine, you sighed and leaned back against the couch.

Even in the darkest days of your relationship with Jake, he never once degraded you like your ex-fiancé did. Sure, Jake could be an asshole and you were the first person to tell him that he was being an asshole, but he wasn’t irredeemable. He had his faults but his heart was always in the right place.

Your ex on the other hand; there was absolutely no way to justify his decision to break up with you over text on the morning of your wedding day. You were done with him and with the whole picture. Luckily, you already deleted and cut up all the remaining photos of the two of you together.

The sound of footsteps caused you to open your eyes and turn towards the stairs. Your mom slowly walked downstairs and smiled softly when she saw that you were still awake. Making her way over to you, she sat down beside you on the couch and squeezed your shoulder.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked softly.

“Something like that,” you replied, just as quietly.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” you answered honestly, trying to force a small smile.

“Did you hear from Jake?”

“Yeah, we’ve been texting a lot. He apologized for fact that he had to run out.” You nodded slowly, pursing your lips together as you let a breath out of your nose. “But it’s not his fault. That’s just how it always goes with the two of us.”

“Why does it have to work out like that?” your mom asked softly.

“That’s just how it’s always been, Mom. You know that,” you replied, turning to stare down at your wine glass. “When we’re together and alone, everything is perfect. Everything feels right and I never ever felt like that with someone else. But then reality hits and we have to go back to the paths that we picked and . . . we’re separated in the end again.”  

Your mom nodded solemnly, though her expression gave away her opinion on the subject. Straightening up, she glanced out the window at the rose bushes that sat right below your childhood bedroom window. The ones that were planted there for a very specific reason.

“I remember when your father bought those bushes,” your mom stated wistfully, causing you to pick your head up and turn around.

“You mean when he tried and break me and Jake up?” you mused, shaking your head.

“He was trying to prevent you from sneaking out and Jake from sneaking in,” your mom corrected you with a small smile. “And how well did that work?”

“Not even in the slightest,” you replied without skipping a beat. You smiled softly as you glanced out at the familiar bushes, working through some of the associated memories. “I remember when he fell into them one night. He showed up the next day to school looking like he lost a fight with a cactus. Told his parents and everyone that he fell off a skateboard and they somehow bought it.”

“And did he come back after that?”

“He might have,” you stated with a shrug, earning a look from your mom. “A few times.”

“Exactly,” your mom responded, folding her hands in her lap. “He kept coming back. He keeps coming back to you no matter what life throws in front of the two of you.”

“He does,” you agreed quietly.

“I mean, how many times have the two of you been in a relationship?”

“A few,” you replied, earning another look from your mom. “Seven or eight, depending on factors that I need to be a bit little drunker to discuss with you, Mom.”

“My point is,” your mom continued, resting a hand on your arm, “you two keep finding your way back to each other. Over and over again. And honey, I have to tell you this honestly. I’ve never seen you happier than you are when you’re with Jake. You could combine your love for all of your other exes and it still wouldn’t compare to the affection that you have for Jake. And we can all see that.”

“I know, Mom,” you replied softly, trying to not choke on your emotions. Letting out a breath, you sunk further into the couch. “I was so stupid for thinking that marrying anyone else was going to solve any of my problems. Or make me happy.”

“Well, the good news is that your ex looks like a complete ass and now you get to go on and live your fairytale without that burden on your shoulders,” your mom stated, squeezing your hand. “And, honey, I want you to have your fairytale. I want it for you so badly.”

“I know, Mom.”

“And I think that Jake is that person for you,” your mom reiterated, rubbing your arm soothingly. “You let him go and he let you go because you two loved each other and you wanted what was best for each other. But despite that, you two still found your way back together so many times that you can’t even keep track. And that sounds a lot like love to me.”

“I love him, Mom,” you confirmed for her. “I do. I love him so much.”

“Then why are you staying here?” your mom asked you, causing you to sit up more. “Honey, I know that you love living here, but I don’t want you to hold yourself back from your happiness because you’re scared of taking that first step out.”

You nodded slowly, not really sure what else to say. Your mom pulled you in for a hug. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, like she did when you were a kid, she squeezed you tightly to her chest.

“I just want you to be happy, sweetheart,” your mom whispered to you. “And I know that I taught you to not rely on other people for your own happiness—and you still shouldn’t—but you always just seem happier when you’re with him.”

“I am happier when I’m with him, Mom,” you agreed, burying your face into her shoulder.  

“Then I think that you have your answer, sweetheart.”

~~~~~

After another long day at work, the Dagger Squad decided to go out for a cold beer together before taking some time for themselves. Except for Coyote, that is, who made some excuse about having to run a random errand.

It was a warm spring afternoon, so the Dagger Squad gathered out on the back deck to get away from the afternoon rush. Hangman glanced down at his phone frequently, waiting for your text. After your shared night in the honeymoon suite, the two of you had been texting frequently. Obviously, you were both busy, but you tried to text a few times a day.

But today, you weren’t answering. Jake didn’t want to jump to conclusions on anything, but it still struck him as odd. Especially because he knew that you had the next few days off because you were supposed to be on your now cancelled honeymoon.

“If you don’t put your phone down, you’re paying for the next round, Hangman,” Phoenix warned him, taking a long sip of her drink. “Remember Maverick’s rule?”

“He’s not here,” Hangman replied back, though he still stowed his phone away. “No need to try and win the teacher’s pet award.”

“Says the man who always sits in the front row of every briefing,” Bob spoke to his pilot’s defense.

“He’s got you there,” Phoenix stated with a proud smirk.

“You know, I think that I speak for everyone when I say how happy I am that the two of you chose to keep flying together,” Hangman replied sarcastically, reaching for his beer.

“You get crabby when Coyote’s not here to back you up,” Rooster quipped as Hangman took a swig of his beer. “Actually, you’ve been crabby for a while now.”

“Been hanging around you guys for too long,” Hangman replied without missing a beat, setting his beer down on the table.

“You just had a break from us,” Rooster pointed out, shifting in his seat.

“Wasn’t long enough,” Hangman stated, reaching for his phone again.

“Well, Coyote’s here to cheer you up,” Fanboy announced, staring down the boardwalk. Fanboy frowned slightly and straightened up a bit. “But he’s got a woman with him.”

That announcement got everyone else at the table to whip around to stare down the boardwalk. Coyote was, in fact, walking over with a woman. And who was that mysterious woman who may or may not have spent half an hour in an airport bathroom making sure that she didn’t look like she woke up at three that morning to get to the airport to get to San Diego?

You smiled softly and waved to Jake, who was completely shocked to see you in California. And, of course, you wore a sundress that he bought you. He felt obligated to get it for you after the two of you got a little handsy in a dressing room while you were trying it on.

“Who the hell is—” Rooster’s question was cut off by Hangman practically knocking over the entire table with how fast he got up from the table. “Jesus Christ,” Rooster complained as some beer spilled on his jeans. “Really, Hangman?”

But Jake was already bounding down the boardwalk, slipping around the tourists, civilians, and other naval personnel. The Daggers stared after Hangman with mildly confused expressions and curious stares. Except for Coyote, who grinned when he spotted Hangman hurrying over.

“You know,” Coyote told you with an amused smile, “I think that Javier is a very strong name for a baby boy. It rolls right off the tongue.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you promised Coyote with a small chuckle.

Coyote shot you a wink before walking towards the Hard Deck. Coyote sent Jake a mock salute that Jake returned before continuing on his way. You stopped in your approach since Jake was moving fast enough for the both of you and simply held out your arms.

The rest of the Daggers watched as Jake scooped you up into his arms and spun you around. You laughed and hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist to avoid any risk of falling onto the weathered wood below.

“What are you doing here?” Jake breathed out, slowly placing you back on your feet.

“Well, I had a few days off,” you replied softly, smoothing down the creases on his shirt. “And so, I hopped on the first flight that I could get to San Diego. I thought that I would surprise you.”

“I’m certainly surprised,” Jake mused, resting his forehead against your own.

Gently guiding your chin towards his own, your lips met in a soft embrace. Jake wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You cupped his cheeks with your hands and deepened the kiss perhaps beyond what was respectable in public.

But hell, Miramar was a Navy town. This was far from the most indecent reunion kiss that this town had ever seen before.

Coyote walked over to where the other Daggers were gathered and took Hangman’s spot. If Coyote knew how Jake operated when you came to visit, he wasn’t going to need his seat back.

“Hangman has a girlfriend?” Bob asked Coyote curiously, assuming that he knew all.

“I think ‘girlfriend’ doesn’t really cover it anymore, honestly,” Coyote replied honestly.

Back on the boardwalk, you reluctantly pulled away from Hangman’s lips for a little air. Smiling goofily, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and just simply took in the fact that he was right here in front of you once again.

“How long are you in town for?” he asked you, slowly opening his eyes.

“Until Sunday,” you replied, meeting his gaze again. “So, we’ve got about five days together.”

“No time to waste then,” Hangman reasoned, picking up your bag from where you placed it on the ground. “This is it?”

“Yeah, I packed light because I needed to fly standby.”

“That’s fine. You won’t need to wear anything once we get back to my apartment,” Jake stated with a wink, earning a light smack to his arm.

Jake led you over to where his truck was parked. He put your bag in the backseat and handed you the keys. Jake sprinted back to the Hard Deck to pay his tab and gift Javy some beer for the surprise. Dancing around the invasive and curious questions from the rest of the Dagger Squad, Jake returned to your side as fast as he could.

“Ready?” he asked, shutting his door.

“Ready,” you agreed, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips.

Jake backed up out of the spot and started driving to his apartment. Once he put his truck back into drive, he reached over and grabbed your hand, threading your fingers together. You returned the gesture and squeezed his hand, trying to not melt into the seat when Jake pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“I missed you,” you told him softly, smiling over at him.

“I love you,” he returned confidently.

“You always have to one-up me,” you sighed, shaking your head playfully. “But I love you too.”

“What’s not the love?” Jake replied with a playful wink.

“Did you want me to get out the list?”

“Harsh,” Jake stated, smirking a bit. “Don’t worry, I can think of a way that you can make it up to me.”

“I intend to . . . Lieutenant.”

Part 1 Part 2 Epilogue

A.N. I'm thinking that I might do an epilogue that's set a few months or years into the future. So, if you're not already on the tag list and want to be tagged in an epilogue, then reply or reblog with that request (though you must show that you're an adult with your age in your blog to get tagged). Thanks!

Tag List (First 50 since there's a limit):

@djs8891 @avengers-fixation @dreamsofouterspace @maverick-wingman @rosiahills22 @bethabear12 @laneylovesglen @blue-aconite @mercurio23 @awildewit @caitsymichelle13 @mamaskillerqueen @emorychase @the-romanian-is-bae @novagreen04 @gigisimsonmars @olliepig @laneyspaulding19 @clancycucumber230 @eli2447 @luckyladycreator2 @marantha @ashbatz @emilyoflanternhill @riri-is-agirlie @goslytherin @phantomxoxo @imaginecrushes @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @mizzzpink @miss-i-ship-it @topaz125 @healanette @sarahsmi13s @buckysdollforlife @looneylikesbooks @fighterpilothoe @lunamoonbby @fav-fanficssss @lorilane33 @angelbabyange @swanqueens-blog @ilovewriting06 @linkpk88 @mallerz @sky0401 @lunamooncole @potterheadandsherlocked @rogersbarnesxx @iammirrorball

[mariejordans]

i honestly don’t even know where to begin with this post, so i guess i’ll start with hi! sorry, i’ve been gone so long, though probably most of you didn’t even notice i was gone lol. sorry for not giving any warning to my absence, and i am especially sorry to the mutuals who have reached out to me that i haven’t responded to. i was and still am struggling with anxiety and depression and towards the new year it was getting to be a bit much for me, so i decided to take a mental health break from social media.

i’d honestly been contemplating coming back, but today i received a dm from someone with a link to a post that was accusing me of bullying and creating fake accounts to bully other people in this fandom. first of all, i would like to emphasize that this is not true. attached below is a screenshot of all the blogs that i own (EDIT 2/9/24: i have since deleted the screenshot for my own privacy and i believe that since i made this post, there has been more than enough evidence to clear my name.) milfsociety is my main account, which i have linked before on this blog and many of my mutuals also follow me on my main, and the rest of them are just me saving my old usernames or other sideblogs that i rarely use, but all of them have been inactive for two months at least.

i do NOT condone bullying ever, and to be continually accused of it by this person is very disheartening. it started with this post (seen below) that i made back in november after seeing a post discrediting marie as the main character of gen v. i admit that my language was probably a bit harsher than was necessary, but honestly my intention was not to send hate to op (which is why i never tagged it with any gen v related tags) but to defend marie. it also wasn’t meant to be solely specific to this one person but as a general post because at the time, there were lots of accounts discrediting marie and to be honest, i was just kinda venting bc of how sick of it i was. (also, just to mention, i have intentionally left out their username because the last thing i want is to send hate to this person.) this was the only post i made on the topic and later i heard that apparently op blocked me afterward (which does not offend me in the slightest since i have since done the same thing) so this honestly should have been the end of it.

i honestly hadn’t given this post a second thought until a little under a month later i received this ask out of nowhere, accusing me of ableism and bullying. i replied to this ask, which i will link here. honestly this ask came as a complete shock to me, because i had honestly forgotten all about my previous post.

i responded to anon and in the reply i apologized to their friend for my hurtful comments and expressed that it was never my intention to attack anyone, especially anyone with a disability, which i did not know about when i initially made the first post. i also explained my side, stating why i made the post in the first place, which i still stand by. originally, i had linked their post in my reply, which in hindsight was a mistake that i regret and i should’ve known better. again, my last intention ever is to spread hate and negativity or to bully anyone, so i deleted the link when i was asked by a third party. this person has also since deleted that post about marie entirely.

shortly after i posted the reply, i guess i can only assume that whoever anon was told them about the reply. i’m honestly not sure if they’ve ever actually read this reply or not, but they made a response to my reply, accusing me of harassment and bullying. honestly, it really confused me at the time, since i’d only made two posts in reference to them, and one was a reply to an ask, but we ended up having a third party account who was mutuals with both of us acting as a mediator to settle things and i genuinely wanted to move on from the situation. we both had each other blocked and it seemed to me that anon was just trying to instigate more drama between us, so i thought it best to just leave it at that. i was also going through some mental health issues at the time (unrelated to this situation even though it didn’t help) and had been considering taking a break from tumblr, and so i thought it would be best to just go inactive for a while.

this is honestly the first time i’ve used tumblr in the two months since i’ve been gone, so i have no idea what else has been happening regarding any other blogs and this person, but apparently i am being named as the sole instigator here and i just wanted to once and for all clear up this issue and my name. i’m honestly not sure if this person will see this post or if they’ll even accept it as truth. i can’t force them or anyone to believe me as i really don’t know what else i’d have to do to prove that i don’t have any other secret accounts other than making this post.

i will probably continue to be inactive on this account as i think it is in everyone’s best interest. i never wanted to contribute or start any drama in this fandom, but i feel like i am partially responsible in how this situation has turned out, so i would also like to apologize to you all as well. i’ve never had an account of mine get as big as this one has (thank you to everyone who liked and supported my silly little ramblings!) and i can honestly say i have had the best time interacting and fangirling with you all about this show and these characters that i love so much and i will continue to enjoy and love gen v and marie from afar!

goodbye for now,

rose (aka mariejordans)

[toji-girl]

this post contains a lot of information on how to best navigate my blog because I am not everyone's cup of tea, I highly urge everyone to give this a read, you will read my byf, dni criteria!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ note: this is a side blog, so if I like your vibe/blog, chances are I'll follow you. The notification you will get is from my main, which is @toji-girl-main (I share some yummy fan art of multi-fandoms and I reblog a lot of nsfw posts as well! so go follow me there for that :) minors and ageless blogs still dni!!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ I post a lot of drabbles and shorts, sometimes they are smutty fluff or angst, it just depends on my mood and I don't have any sort of posting schedule, I don't get paid for this, it's my hobby outside of my life, nor does my writing reflect my own personal beliefs nor do I endorse doing any of these IRL! this is all for fictitious purposes!!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ a lot of the blurbs are just things that pop into my head and I wanna share them, sometimes I will expand the idea but it's mainly just a lil thing!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ there will be longer one-shots but those are kinda rare honestly lmaooo but if the idea/plot/ask rubs me the right way then I will pour myself into it lmaoo

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ I consume/write dark content so be aware you will see things that could possibly trigger you, make sure to filter out tags/words! but honestly, I prefer the darker things to read, my DC things are mostly intox kink, cnc, dubcon, and somno! I have moved my dark content things to @mrs-toji

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ at times I will use this blog as my main too because this one has a shit ton more followers and interactions are better on here than my main which is used mostly for fanarts and stuff, but sometimes my wires do get crossed and what should go to my main goes here and vice versa! I also post a lot and delete them after so if you see a post and you don't...that's why lmaoo

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ I have a lot of notifications and stuff going on here and IRL so I will miss things and most likely accidentally forget to send you a message or get back because I have a pea-sized brain and I forget about things very easily and it needs to be dangled in front of my face more than likely lmaoo so please be aware of that!!!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ I self-ship and will talk about that A LOT!! I don't usually ship characters together but if I do then I am somewhere in the middle lmaooo so please be aware that a lot of my writings are self-ship coded, Toji x Minx (Minxi) is my top ship and you will read a lot about that, also Toji x Minx x Shiu is my second ship (Minfushshiu) and I talk about my other loves!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ I have had plenty of blogs and I can bet you've seen my stuff around before so if you see me posting stories that came from the deleted one, this is my new one so please do NOT report me or anything kzdgbjd and I know that can be quite annoying but any comments or asks regarding that will be deleted.

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ before you follow and interact with me know that also, I set all the character's ages to be over 21 no matter the canon!! , if you don't agree just block me and move on because I will not argue with you, don't have the time for that nor will I waste my energy.

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ I love to chat! however, I do not appreciate being trauma-dumped on, so please avoid that!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ know that I don't engage in any hateful posting or anything like that, I didn't join this website to bully, I joined to share my stories and make friends along the way so if you send me any hate about anything it will just be deleted and you will get blocked.

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ any ask that is anon you are complying with my rules that you are over the age of eighteen, if I find out you are not you will be blocked.

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ if I see someone who is over the age of eighteen interacting with minors, you will be blocked, doesn't matter the age of consent, they are still minors, and at 18 you are legally an adult.

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ this blog is NOT spoiler-free, but I rarely post anything about that!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ this post has who I write for, what and won't I write for, etc!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ sometimes I get burnt out so answering asks will take a while! if you see me posting anything new but not your ask know that I am probably most likely reuploading things! I do like hoard asks sometimes!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ if you find yourself being blocked by me know that there are a few reasons for that: you are a minor and or an ageless blog, I don't like your vibe, I fit your DNI, you fit my DNI, you spam like with no reblogging, and whatever else reason I have.

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ if you block me, make sure to do it as a hard block because there is a good chance I'll follow you back and I never want to make anyone uncomfortable!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ I absolutely adore emoji anons and having a character-anon but I please ask that you send me a message prior to sending me an ask!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ please please tag me in things!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ there will be a lot of shitposts and those said posts will be deleted a lot of the time lmaooo

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ this is subject to change whenever I see fit. 05/20/24

do NOT interact if you fall under these

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ if you're an adult who interacts with minors/lets them on your page and that includes those 17 and under!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ you are a thinspo blog or anything like that, also if you glorify what is happening to Gaza and believe that is right and stand with it then stand away from me, if you are racist or anything like that stay far away from me as well!! if you're an asshole in general and don't believe that people deserve to have the life they should have then dni!!!

‧₊˚♡˚₊‧ if you spam like and don't reblog! reblogs and comments are appreciated and they let me know if you enjoyed it!

[danilovefest]

from: Box Repsol Blog

Dani Pedrosa’s passion for Japanese culture will blow your mind!

Hi, Dani! It’s well known that your nickname is baby samurai. Do you think your love of Japan chose you, or did you choose it?

Not sure which came first but I have always been fascinated by Samurai and the Japanese culture. I don’t know who picked who but it’s been a perfect match for me for sure.

Do you have anything that reminds you of Japan in your day-to-day life?

Well of course I have the ‘Little Samurai’ as my logo so I see that a lot in my day to day life! Obviously spending all my career with Honda, I have received many trinkets and gifts from Japanese fans and colleagues which I keep and always remind me of Japan. I have strong roots with Japan and the Japanese, they have played a huge part in my life!

We know that the Japanese GP is one of your favourites. What is it like to stay in Japan during a GP?

Honestly it’s a shame that we don’t get to see so much since the race weekend is so busy and we stay at the circuit hotel. So we only see the race track and hotel and then usually we have to leave for the next race.

Have you been on holiday to Japan? Would you like to go back? What did you most like about your visit?

I’ve never had the chance to holiday there but I’ve often thought that when I retire I’d like to go and spend a few months in Japan and travel around. Experience the temples and traditional Japanese ways of life and study some meditation techniques and learn more about it. I do know the people are very friendly and hospitable and it’s a fascinating culture that should be experienced for sure.

What would you like to bring home from Japan? And what Spanish things would you like to take there? Apart from Spanish jamón of course hahaha…

I don’t really take anything to Japan as I like to embrace their culture when I’m there… but I would like to bring home some Samurai swords to hang in my house.

Do you like karaoke? How is your singing voice? Have you ever sung karaoke in Japan?

Haha, not really and my singing voice is terrible! It depends where I am and who I’m with! I’m quite shy so this isn’t really something I would get up and do in a group of strangers or in public, but maybe with a few friends in a small environment. I did do it once in Japan in 2013, after the Motegi race a lot of the paddock goes to The Cage in Narita – close to the airport – and we all had a lot of fun partying there with the team and singing we had a good time.

There are some expressions in the Japanese language that are unforgettable and transmit the culture. Could you tell us two phrases that really had an impact on you?

Not really any sayings but there are some traditions that my team have taught me which I really value. One is the Darumu doll which is seen as a talisman of good luck for the Japanese. At first, the figure’s eyes are both blank white. Then you choose your goal or wish and paint in one of the figure’s two eyes. Once the desired goal is achieved, then you can draw in the second eye.

Do you like Japanese food? What are your favourite dishes? Do you like to cook sushi, tempura, and other traditional Japanese dishes?

I really like teppanyaki and sushi, also the noodles are good! I’m not a very good cook so probably better I leave it to the experts!

Do you like martial arts? Is there one that you especially like because of its philosophy?

Yes, very much, in particular I like the art form of Aikido. This uses circular rather than linear movements, with the defender moving out of the line of attack and then using his opponent’s own momentum to overcome him. The defender does not attempt to block his opponent’s blows or in any way to clash with his opponent’s force. With my size, I find this the most interesting as you only defend and use your opponent’s energy against them.

Do you know any Japanese? Can you say three sentences in Japanese one after the other? You can send us a video to prove it 

I can say some basic greetings, like ‘Hello, I’m Dani Pedrosa, nice to meet you. See you later!”… haha.

Have you tried out any other traditional Japanese arts? Flower arrangement, calligraphy, cooking, painting…?

Not really, but I would like to learn more about the art of Japanese archery – Kyudo. This is a kind of meditation, finding your ‘Zen’, to become more aware of the present without looking back to the past or into the future. Only then can you reach your highest potential and find inner harmony. It is learnt with mind and intellect, but you work towards practicing it without either and to let go of the intellect and to try and stand with the bow fully drawn, not feeling the need to hit the target. This way you can practice in a way which focuses on the proper breathing, proper mindset and proper body movements, not on hitting the target. If done correctly, you can hit the target—potentially with your eyes shut. Potentially, that is. But in order to even get close to that you would have to practice for many, many years, and perhaps never reach it. But with kuydo, as with all other “Ways”, they try to focus on the journey, not the goal.

You recently told us in #AskMarcDani2017 that you’d like to learn more about zen and meditation. What do you know about Eastern philosophy?

Zen is the Japanese word for meditation and all I know is that it’s a very powerful, ancient, meditation practice. It demands high self-control and involves techniques and ideals to promote relaxation, build your energy within and develop feelings of compassion and patience.

Ninjas or samurai, who would win in a fight?

It doesn’t matter who wins, what is important is the attitude and I prefer the attitude of the Samurai.

[reachartwork]

Hey I fundamentally disagree with you about the ethicality of ai art. But like whatever I’m not changing your mind and you’re not changing mine

I do think, however, that the phrase “you're never too old to make homestuck fanart” is INCREDIBLY misleading. Someone who is anti ai art but isn’t the best at deciphering what is and isn’t ai would 100% believe that this is human made based on that line and I don’t think that is fair. I don’t think you should be captioning ai art with something that sounds like you made the art by hand without also saying it’s ai in the body of the post (not just the tags). I don’t know. It bothered me to see that caption please just be more mindful about people who do not want to interact with ai art at all like myself

a bit of my addendum to my previous ask: I’m sure this is not your intention based on the rest of the blog but that phrase REALLY comes off like you’re trying to pass off ai art as traditional art which is not fair to traditional artists. There is a difference there and you know it. I am an artist and I do not appreciate that difference being minimized in a deceptive way. I honestly believe you have good intentions but this was not it.

respectfully: no.

a: that post is over a year old at this point, i tagged it as ai art, my blog mentions ai art in the bio, when you link the post (or my blog) from elsewhere it says that this is an ai art account. if you are getting "fooled" at this point you really only have yourself to blame.

b: i don't see what medium has to do with making homestuck fanart. would you get this pissy if i made a collage instead.

c: nothing in the post implies that i made it by hand. even if we're getting really pedantic almost none of the art on tumblr is "handmade", it's digital, but also assuming that me saying "you're never too old to make homsetuck fanart" implies that i handmade said fan art is kind of insane.

d: you said yourself that the art was tagged ai art. why haven't you blacklisted or blocked it yet. this is a solvable problem, and instead of solving it you're going out of your way to ask me to put a big fat "THIS IS BADWRONG AI ART, DON'T LET YOURSELF GET TRICKED BY THE AESTHETIC APPEAL OF IT" disclaimer on all my posts. do you not understand not only how juvenile but also how insulting this is to me?

e: moving onto your second ask, i need to point out here that you're literally inventing a problem and then getting mad at it. nowhere in my entire blog have i EVER, EVER passed off ai art as traditional art. any "deception" is, i am so sorry because i'm about to sound gaslighty here, something you are making up in your head. i have been straightforward from the absolute beginning, DAY ONE of this blog about what i do and how i do it. i have claimed many times that I am an artist, which is true, but i have never claimed a single time that i am an illustrator, photographer, painter, or traditional artist. nothing in what i said implied this equivalency that you are, and i repeat, inventing in your head. of course there's a difference between traditional art and ai art, dude! i'm literally dating a traditional artist.

this whole two-ask combo is honestly one of the most ridiculous things i've ever read. certainly not as offensive as that one dude from the other day who told me to kill myself but it's definitely up there in sheer absurdity. this is definitionally "making up a guy to get mad at in your head". all of the problems you are DEMANDING i fix are either problems with existing solutions that you have refused to implement or non-issues that you invented out of whole cloth by inserting nonexistent read-between-the-lines implications into my otherwise straightforward and blunt statements.

you are an unserious person. please do not return to my inbox.

cheers, -reach

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Honestly surprised I haven't spoken about Han Jisung once on this blog. He's public enemy number 1 lmao (though Dino and Jungkook are close too).

Warnings (I should probably start including these): technically switch! Jisung x switch! Reader but, he subs here and reader doms, restraints (handcuffs), cockring, edging, very mild marking (finger nail scratches), fem reader and Jisung being a brat.

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Jisung, Jisung, Jisung. What were you to do with your favourite badly behaved boy? Even now, cuffed to the headboard of your shared bed, he smirks up at you as if he's in control. His messy hair sticks to his sweaty forehead rather attractively, completely ruined from when you'd gripped it to reprimand him or find leverage when you'd sat on his annoyingly handsome face. Face smeared with your release, you'd half-tempted to kiss him stupid but, he'd probably think you're reward him. Honestly, if his hands weren't cuffed you knew the brat would probably have his needy little hands all over you. You gaze falls to his leaking cock, twitching against his stomach. The only true indicator of what's really going on in your boyfriend's mind, as it lays there, a dark shade of red. His smirk falters when you ghost your finger tips along his length, unintentionally clenching at memories of how deliciously he fills you. "If you'd just listened to me earlier, you'd be cumming inside me until you couldn't move right about now," you say with mock sympathy, moving over to your bedside table to reach for something. Jisung whines at your words, cock jumping against his stomach. "I just wanted to touch you. Missed you," he mutters quietly, his defiance dissipating in an instant. Usually Jisung puts up more of a fight but, since you two haven't had the opportunity to have sex in what feels like centuries, he's probably more than ready to cum. Cute. Maybe he should've listened though. You finally pull back when you have just what you were looking for. Jisung's eyes widen and you can already hear the begging ready to burst on the tip of his tongue.

A cockring.

"N-no please. I'm sorry. I'll behave. I just want to cum please," pleads your boyfriend, pulling at his cuffs a little bit. You completely ignore him, feeling the weight of his cock in your hand for a moment before you secure the ring in place. The pitiful whines your boyfriend let's out go straight to your clit, fresh arousal smearing your inner thighs at the sight and sounds of your boyfriend. "You should have behaved, Jisungie" you sing-song, moving to straddle him. "I will. I promise. I'm sorry, I just wanna cum. Need it," he whines, moaning when you take him in your hand again and align him with your entrance. It's been a while so, you take your time easing onto him, finger nails leaving light red indents on his abdomen. You're just happy none of the other members are around to hear you two because the sounds you both make are borderline pornographic. A gasp flies from your lips when he finally bottoms out, taking a second to adjust to the intoxicating stretch. Jisung isn't fairing any better, tugging instantly at his cuffs now and marginally snapping his hips up to meet you. "S-still such a brat. Even when you're being punished," you manage to breathe out, meeting his desperate gaze. "Please I-" he starts but, chokes on a moan when you slowly begin to move. Reaching down with one hand, you cup his pretty face, nails biting into his enough. Nothing too painful, you two have discussed this at length but, just enough that your boyfriend knows to pay attention to what you have to say. "Like I said baby, you should've listened. Maybe I'll finally let you cum in an hour or three. Who knows," you drawl out, taking sick satisfaction in the way he pulses inside you and, his eyes widen.

[celestialking]

Lemondrop

● NSFW 18+ only ● Minors/Ageless blogs DNI ● You will be blocked ●

Pairing: cc!Karl x amab!reader

Warnings: amab, orgasm denial/control, answering call during, dacryphilia, hatefucking but also not?, tell me if i missed something,

A/N: this ones a bit long lmao, also unedited :D

You should have known something wouldn't go your way today. And your thoughts were only confirmed by Dream's next sentence. "You did what?" You asked shocked. Dream looked at you then Sapnap. "Well you and Karl were sorta the last ones to answer so it made sense," 

He seemed startled by your reaction. "I can- I can ask Punz if he wants to switch," 

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "No no, it's alright, sorry I didn't sleep much last night," 

"You went to bed at 8," 

"Head hurts then, anyways it's fine. I don't mind sharing a room with Karl," 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. "Hey!" a bubbly voice giggled behind you. A tall blur of a brunette rocketed past you and into the arms of Sapnap. 

"Karl, I didn't even see you walk in," Sap grinned, hugging him back. The brunette wiggled out of the hug and into Dreams'. 

"Hey Karl," Dream hummed. "We were just talking about rooms," 

Karl pulled back glancing at Sapnap. His mouth opened eagerly to chirp about staying in a room with Sapnap. "You'll be sharing with them," 

You watched Karl's body tense up, one of his fingers twitching subtly. "What?" Miraculously the smile on his face stayed. "That's great news," he added quickly. "Can't wait to stay with one of my favorite pals," Karl giggled, throwing himself on you. It was always like this; pretending to be civil in the rest of your friends' presence. You knew it would dissolve when you got there, however. 

Punz and George were already on their way to the hotel to make sure all the rooms were available and claimed as Sapnap had said he did on the website. The drive was long and equally frustrating with Karl throwing looks your way but in just a few seconds you'd be at your destination so it didn't even matter. 

Just as the rest of you pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, Punz called. "Just our luck we got the last 3 available rooms. Tell Sapnap he's no longer in charge of booking things,"

Before anyone else got a word in Sapnap hung up on him. "Not my fault I forgot til last minute," he grumbled. As soon as the car was parked you flew out of the vehicle and grabbed your bags. 

You were the first to the rooms and hopefully, Karl wouldn't be following you. The brunette had mentioned briefly on the way in the car he'd try to convince one of the others to share with you and switch spots with him. But honestly, you weren't sure that would be the case. Dream and George were sharing. Then Punz and Sapnap. 

You were crossing your fingers that whatever ethereal being that was in charge of your fate would grant you mercy this one time. A knock on the door made you glance up from putting your clothes into the closet. The knock was a bit too light to be Punz or Sapnap. Maybe it was George? Opening the door you were greeted with a fluffy brunette, just- not the one you were expecting. You froze internally cursing. Of fucking course. 

"Well? Are you going to move?" Karl muttered. It seemed the bubbly personality dropped when you were alone. You shifted to the side letting Karl into the room. Silently he claimed the dresser shoving his clothes nice and neatly into the drawers, a difficult task to do when pissed, before moving over to hang his shirts up. 

"So no one wanted to switch?" 

A puff of air escaped Karl's lips. "Well, Sapnap said he'd gladly switch but I wanted to share a room with him, Punz is lazy, Dream ignored me, I tried to convince George," he briefly paused. "But then Dream whined," 

You just nodded slightly. You would go ask them to switch with you, but honestly you'd rather stay and figure out what problem Karl seems to have with you. Problem number one, however, was figuring out how to survive the night. This would be Sapnap's second mistake; one bed. 

You both stared at the mattress. It was pretty apparent you'd have to share. You glanced at Karl who didn't seem to be bothered. Honestly now you kinda felt like maybe you had been imagining Karl's hate towards you. Maybe he really was just genuinely upset about not being able to share with Sapnap. You couldn't excuse the other behavior- but possibly he didn't mean offense. 

Pushing those thoughts to the side you realized it was already pretty late and you just wanted to sleep. The day was long full of car rides, Sapnap singing loudly in your ear and Karl blasting loud music through the speakers. Sleep sounded great. You changed into your sleep clothes ignoring Karl's glances for the most part. 

"What?" You finally sighed as you climbed into the bed. You didn't think you could deal with more of him today. 

"Aren't you coming to eat dinner?" 

"Just go without me," Karl hesitated at the door but left you alone to your blissful sleep. You don't even know when Karl got back. All you know is that at some point you woke up to flip over, your legs bumping into something. 

"Stop moving," Karl mumbled sleepily. You ignored him though, continuing to shift around to get comfortable. "I mean it, you're going to cause a problem," you paused for a moment. He couldn't possibly mean? Nah. You wouldn't complain if he did mean it that way but there was no way. Karl couldn't deal with you irritating him a bit more, it's just payback from the car ride. 

You moved more. Hands shot out grabbing your hips with an iron grasp. You whined trying to squirm away. Karl didn't look like it but he had a harsh grip. "I said stay still," You flushed feeling the so-called problem press against you. Karl's hot breath hit the back of your neck. 

You had always kind of liked Karl even though he'd act like a jerk to you sometimes. So if this was him offering a chance even for just one night you'd gladly take it. 

He seemed to be waiting. Playing into the situation you pressed yourself back to him. Karl threw the blanket off of the both of you turning you onto your back so he could be above you. Being ready for bed thankfully had already gotten rid of most of your clothes. You could see a way out, Karl seemed hesitant at first, waiting to see if maybe you'd changed your mind since the signal he gave forty-five seconds ago. You hadn't. 

You cleared your throat lightly before muttering. "Are you going to stare at me or do something idiot?" 

A grin spread across his lips. His hands wrapped around your wrists keeping them against the mattress below you. Lips found their way to your neck while he found his place between your legs. You shivered at the feeling of his tongue gliding across your skin, then came the feeling of teeth lightly biting. He was playing with you, teasing. 

You whined feeling him finally suck a mark onto your throat, then another, and another, all with respectful pauses between. He was taking his time and enjoying it as well. His hips slowly rolled down against you, grinded softly. 

You thought you might cry if he didn't hurry up. You grinded up against him, wrists pulling to be free. "Hurry up," you pouted. 

Karl pulled back to admire the few expertly left marks. "Hm? What's that? If you want something you'll have to ask a little louder," he was being cheeky. He knew what you wanted and you knew he did. You narrowed your eyes and Karl. "Cmon beg angel," 

Oh? He wanted a beg huh? 

"Fuck you," 

Karl couldn't help but coo "Aw, you're still mad at me?" His hand ghosted over your clothed cock making your hips buck. Karl giggled, making you spit more words. 

"I hate you," you snapped half-heartedly. 

Karl just giggled. "Is that why you're begging for me to touch you right now baby boy?" You flushed, turning your head to the side. Karl tutted softly, bringing your face back to him. "C'mon tell me some more, what do you want me to do exactly," but you couldn't. 

You felt him slowly pull your sleep pants down, waiting for a response. But every filthy thing you wanted to say got stuck in the back of your throat, twisting your tongue into a ferocious tie. 

Karl just grinned as if he knew this would happen. "Don't worry angel. I think I can guess," then he reached for your boxers, fingers curling around the band. This time you moved however grasping the fabric from moving. 

"I-" You both stared at one another. Karl wouldn't hurt you, not like this. You could trust him. "I want you to fuck me. Hard," 

Your grip loosened allowing him to drag down your boxers. Karl could tell that was the most graphic and closest thing to an answer he would probably get. Oh well. He'd work on it. 

"There we go," he cooed. "That wasn't so hard. Now keep your hands to yourself," he gently pinned your wrists by your head once more for a few seconds before going back to removing your clothes. His clothes followed not too much longer after that. Karl leaned slightly off the bed grasping one of his bags. From one of the zippers, he produced a thing of lube. 

"You brought that with?" 

Karl's cheeks flushed lightly. "I accidentally left it in here from my last trip," 

You hummed in a teasing manner. 

Karl brushed it off instead coating a few of his fingers. Slowly his fingers pushed in making you whine. He seemed as though he wanted to say something but through the push and pull of his fingers curling and stretching you open you couldn't bring yourself to ask. The gentle stimulation brought small whines and soft moans from your lips. 

The brunette had been just staring at your face, memorizing every detail that he could. He couldn't wait to watch you fall apart in front of his eyes. Karl watched your face scrunch slightly as he added another finger and tripled in speed. Your breaths turned harsher, the occasion pant slipping through, it felt amazing, but you needed more. You squirmed beneath him, rolling your hips down to meet his fingers. 

Karl laughed softly before making eye contact. "You know angel, you have to ask for what you want," 

"Fuck me," 

"Nicely baby, ask nicely," 

You felt a snappy response begging to tear free of your throat but you pushed it aside in order to whine "Please?" No way Karl could resist a pout. "Please fuck me now?" 

Watching his expression crumble you internally celebrated. Even more so when his fingers were removed. Silently Karl slicked up his cock before beginning to press in. Now it was your turn to hear pretty noises. Karl groaned, feeling you wrap around him so tightly. The hand that wasn't holding steady on your hip grasped your cock, he stroked as he continued to bottom out. 

"Fuck," he breathed. 

Your head was dizzy between the two different stimulations. His cock nestled deep pressing against every nerve as it filled you more, and the hand around your dick roughly jerking. Karl's hips were now slotted against yours. You had almost forgotten to breathe as he had entered. 

"Remember what you asked for," Karl sang warningly as his hand removed from your twitching cock. His hold adjusted on your hips.

What did you ask for? Oh yeah. Hard. 

Karl pulled out then slammed back in enjoying the loud startled moan that was yanked from you. It was too late for you. The pace Karl had chosen already turned your brain to mush; mindless babbles and whines as you grasped his forearms desperately. The only thing in your thoughts was how deliciously he filled you up. Lost in your own thoughts you hadn't heard Karl's mutters. Blissful mumbles of how you felt and the filthy things he wanted to do. 

Your hands were ripped off of his arms, Karl slamming them back to the mattress below. He leaned over your body, cornering you in further. Somehow his thrusts were deeper from this slight change in position. "You're not very good at listening, are you?" 

The way he talked was very different than you were used to. It was a bit harsh with a mix of condescending and sadism. The giggle that was so familiar was now being used to laugh at you instead of with you. The amusement and power trip Karl was getting from being above you was monumental. It was a power high like no other. Not meaning to add more to that flame you squirmed around begging to cum. 

"Already?" Karl teased, his lips dragging from your cheek to your collarbone. "Hm, I don't think so," the pitiful whine that filled his ears spurred Karl on. The thrusts turned harsher making small moans almost screams in his ear. 

The brunette's face, buried in your neck. You could feel his hot pants against your skin, lips occasionally pressing against a mark previously left. Just as that sweet orgasm began bubbling over Karl pulled back slightly, his dark eyes watching your every movement. Just as you were about to cum he stopped moving. You sobbed at the feeling of your finish fading away, clenching around his dick tightly. 

He caught the way you attempted to push your hips down to take what you wanted with a small grin. "I said no angel, you'll take what I give you and nothing more," he said sweetly. 

Karl rocked into you watching your cock bounce lightly. The tip was angry with his refusal, precum dripping down the side. Karl quickly thumbed over it ignoring your sensitive hiss. "You're making a bit of a mess," Karl whispered amused. "You'll get to cum soon," he added, seeing your expression.

Once he was sure, Karl sped back up. You were sure the sound of the two of you smacking and your combined noises were not subtle to anyone he might be rooming next door but you couldn't bring yourself to care. 

You were already painfully close once more, dick twitching as your body burned fire hot. The intensity of your soon-to-be orgasm was already crackling in your veins, burning its way through your spine. 

"You want to cum angel?" Karl asked sweetly. 

You nodded desperately, it seemed like tears of frustration were ever so close to falling. 

"Okay," he nodded. "You can cum, after just one more," then his hips stopped once more. 

You hiccuped grasping onto him once more, you were so close again. Karl rocked against you as your orgasm was denied for the second time. "I'll make you feel so good baby just you wait," he promised feverishly pressing kissed against your throat. 

Tears filled your eyes as he pistoned into you. The pleasure that was building up once more was almost overwhelming. You didn't even notice the few tears stream down your cheeks, too distracted by the need to cum. 

Karl slowed his thrusts down. "I've always wanted to see you cry under me," his fingers wiped away a few while continuing to turn you into putty. You would have responded but the pleasure had fogged your brain making it impossible to speak with your heavy tongue. 

You felt weightless yet heavy at the same time. A blissful mix of fuzzy and warm. Karl's lips were moving, saying something else, but you weren't quite sure what it was. His thrusts slowed down even more, to a gentle grind and occasional sharp jolts. Karl's hand going over your mouth brought you back to your senses a bit. His phone was in his hand, Karl grinning down at you. 

"We're fine Sap I don't know why you'd be worried. I- oh, okay. Yeah, here-" Karl put the phone on speaker. "Angel, why don't you talk to him?" 

Sapnap said something garbled on the other line that you just hummed to. 

His tone turned a little more confused and questioning so you must have answered wrong. 

"M just tired Sap long day, eat lots of breakfast tomorrow promise, night," you pawed the phone away from you, Karl grinning like a mad man. You wanted him gone so you could finally reach that peak. He put the phone back to his ear, answering with short remarks. 

"Oh yeah, don't worry Sap, I'll take good care of him," he tossed the phone to the side. 

Then Karl's hands were back on your hips, slamming into you. You cried out, as his cock seemed to reach deeper than before. "I think we were being a little too loud angel, that and your missing dinner appearance," your cock bounced with every thrust of his. 

Karl let out a whine that had your stomach twisting. Warmth erupted as he filled you with his cum. You weren't far behind him thanks to his continuous denial of your orgasms. His hand wrapped around your cock roughly jerking you off as he slowly thrust. Sinful noises fell from your lips as you attempted to squirm away from him, still trying to stay quiet. 

"Go on baby boy," Karl muttered softly. You trembled and shook in his hands. Finally, cum dribbled onto his hand. "Good boy," Karl's lips pressed against your throat, continuing to stroke you and thrust through your orgasm. 

Only once did you begin to whine of overstimulation did he stop. You laid dazed in the bed while Karl got a warm washcloth to help clean you up and redress the boxers. 

"After our trip, you should come back with me to my house," you raised an eyebrow as he climbed back into the bed with you. Karl pulled you up to his chest, yanking the blanket over the two of you. "I've got plenty of toys I could try with you, and you could be as loud as you like," 

You smacked his arm lightly. "Say something less horny," 

"Okay, I don't hate you. You're just oblivious and it was the classic 'guy is mean to their crush'," 

"..." 

"Angel?" 

"I don't hate you too," 

"That's- that's it?" 

"Let me ride you next time and maybe I'll throw a little bit of the L word in there too," 

"Love?" 

"Like," 

Reminder: DNI = Do Not Interact

If you are a Minor/Ageless blog, Do not follow. Do not comment. Do not reblog. Do not like. DO NOT INTERACT.

Either add your age to your bio/pinned, message me in private, or DNI.

[highvern]

Track 1: Million Reasons - Lady Gaga

“And if you say something that you might even mean, It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe”

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Toxic relationship dynamic, long distance relationship, morally ambiguous/implied cheating

Length: ~250

Note: First Ateez mixtape drabble. I know i still owe a dino one for seventeen but were gonna ignore that for now. next up is hwa and his is very cute so no one kill me for this. thank you to @beomcoups and @bro-atz for beta-ing!!

Like, comment, reblog, enjoy!

Mixtape Series: Late Nights Masterlist

main masterlist

This blog is intended for 18+ only! MDNI or you'll be blocked!

MISSED CALL: JOONG 🥰

MISSED CALL: JOONG 🥰

JOONG 🥰: shit JOONG 🥰: im so sorry JOONG 🥰: work stuff came up and i lost track of time Y/N: Its fine. JOONG 🥰: its not Y/N: idc  JOONG 🥰: i said im sorry JOONG 🥰: i didn't do it on purpose Y/N: And I said it's fine.

—

Two weeks. It’d been two weeks since you last spoke to your boyfriend. It’d been even longer since you heard his voice, held a real conversation over the phone. Dates forgotten, priorities shifted, and now you honestly can’t say if you were still dating Hongjoong or not.

Constantly missing each other month after month, watching the other’s life continue through a screen; the dam was cracking, or it’d been cracked since you moved and the tape haphazardly holding it together was beginning to buckle.

So the bar on a Friday night seemed like a good idea. Get out, stop looking at your phone and feeling the ping of disappointment every time it chirped only to be anyone but the man you wanted to talk to. 

At first it sucked. Too loud, too crowded, too smokey. But now, several drinks later, one of which is still dampening the lap of the stranger next to you, it’s not so bad.

“So…where’s your boyfriend?” he asks, hiding the nerves in a sip of his drink.

“I…” You hesitate.

But only for a second.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Hongjoong’s call falls into your voicemail as you fall into San’s bed.

-

@tomodachiii @cvpidyunho @miniseokminnies @ddaengpotate @arycutie @gaebestie @primoppang @gyuguys @mine-gyu @doremifasire @missminhoe @toplinehyunjin @crvs4vldtn @prettygyuuu

© highvern. copying/reuploading/translating my work anywhere is strictly prohibited.

[munsonology]

Hello!

I want to make one final post about the horrors of this week before I move on for my own well-being.

I don’t anticipate anyone to read this. This is mainly for my mental health and anxiety.

This is the most open I’ve ever been here and I’m terrified of sharing. I talk about serious topics below so please be aware if you do take the time to read.

First, all I wanted was to create a safe place for myself, a black girl on the internet. Eddie came into my life when I needed him the most. I was experiencing targeted harassment at the establishment (I still am), so Eddie was my comfort away. My safe place became others’ safe place as well. I’m still proud of that.

My blog was always and will always be 18+ ONLY. I have MDNI in all caps for a reason. I am a grown woman in my late twenties with grown problems and grown stories.

I want to make myself perfectly clear! THIS SPACE IS NOT AND WILL NEVER BE OPEN TO ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. Please respect that.

I’ll be going through my blog and blocking any blank and underage blogs! So if you are an adult and your age is not anywhere on your page YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!

Anon will only be for SFW ONLY! All ANON NSFW ASKS WILL BE DELETED! NSFW TOPICS MUST BE ASKED WITH A REAL BLOG FOR 18+!

Now, I’d like to talk for a second about that disgusting blog. I first came across that blog in November/December 2022. This blog was posting fics in the main Eddie/reader tag. There was no content warning in the tags or in the heading of the post. The only way to know was by reading. I read a few sentences before realizing what this was. It made me sick to my stomach, and they had posted many of them in a row in the Eddie/reader tag.

I immediately blocked and reported them, but I didn’t unlike a post before I did so. That is on me.

I hadn’t seen or heard about that blog since, until Monday. I thought tumblr had removed them. At the time, I thought this was an adult writing this ILLEGAL filth. I didn’t know they were a minor, and quite honestly I have my doubts about that.

My theory is that they hid those fics outside the main Eddie tags, so the only way to see it was if it was reblogged or by scrolling through the specific tags this person put.

Seeing this blog come up again was incredibly upsetting and triggering for me. It’s brought up so many memories I don’t talk about, but I’d like to now.

From time to time, I mention how a fic reminded me of my ballet days. Those are good memories. I participated in ballet from age 5 to age 14 when I quit without notice.

My first ballet school was owned by a husband and wife. The wife was also head instructor. Her husband was a pedophile. It was an open secret. To my knowledge his preference was the older teen girls. I have no confirmation he wasn’t looking at the younger girls as well, he likely was because I’d see him around.

Part of our lessons was stretching by having another girl sit on top of us, widening our legs. We had a name for this day but I don’t wanna share to protect myself. If we weren’t near tears the stretch wasn’t enough so the wife came by and pushed us down. The position we’d be in for a specific stretch is now extremely troubling to me.

He’d hover around during lessons and help the older girls. Too close for how an instructor should be.

For recitals, the wife would have favorites to get better roles, I personally believe those favorites were being groomed. I also believe she had me on her list to be another favorite but I went through puberty early so my body changed. Since I wasn’t super skinny anymore I wasn’t moldeable.

I believe older girls who were violated by the husband would receive recommendations to elite ballet companies. This is based on what I know and info my dad received from one of the more wealthy mothers who allegedly knew about what was going on and used it for her own advantage.

During my time at this school, I witnessed incest around the age of 7 in the dressing room, spit on, had the parent of the child who spit on me slap them in front of me, been sewn into my costume and told not to eat or drink for over 8 hours because they didn’t want to alter it, put on a diet at age 10 which I failed.

I believe someone was going to come forward about the husband when they sold the school and moved out of state. It was very abrupt so I can’t help but assume he was about to be reported.

Seeing people think the absolute worst of me destroyed me and brought up these memories. I’m learning this is still considered trauma.

It makes me sick what survivors had to experience this week. I thank those for sharing their truth. Part of me is nervous about sharing because I wasn’t physically harmed, and I never want to take away from others.

I feel completely violated by those who have infiltrated our safe spaces with those ILLEGAL POSTS and by those who’ve lied about their age.

I want to make myself perfectly clear: I have never and will never in my life condone that behavior. Children are some of the most vulnerable in our society and they need to be protected by any means necessary.

My blog is and will always be a safe place for my fellow bipoc individuals, LGBTQIA+, AAPI, Middle Eastern communities, Latino communities and more.

RACISM, HOMOPHOBIA, TRANSPHOBIA, TERFS, COLORISM, PEDOS, MISOGYNY, BULLYING WILL NEVER BE WELCOME HERE. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.

I don’t play those fucking games.

We should all take this as a lesson to please read what you’re looking at online, please be careful of what and who you’re interacting with. Please keep your kids safe. The internet is an unforgivable and dangerous place.

I’d like to bring back my post about what’s happening on Pinterest right now. You can find it here. Please be careful over there, the predators are posting actual pics and sharing CSA pics to their boards. Regular users, many who are young girls and women, are having their pics saved to these boards with disgusting comments. PLEASE BE SAFE IF YOU’RE ON PINTEREST AND REPORT WHAT YOU SEE. The sudden wave of this only started within the last couple of months now and their algorithm can’t keep up.

As always my messages are open for anyone who needs to talk no matter what.

— sav ❤️

[zhongrin]

maybe it makes you feel better to know that there are people who feel you like, they know wym

for example I was and always am second choice, to the point where I nearly lost my two best friends.. yeah.

and I do selfship too and I know the feeling when you finally have someone who sees you as their first choice forever (ya even have 3 !! you're so lucky and tbh you deserve it <3)

and it's just mean and ignorant of those anons to say something like that, it's childish even because it seems like they weren't able to just block you omg.

meirin, know that here are several people who got your back and those anons can go fuck themselves and that your feelings are so, so valid

I hope you can have a good day / night nonetheless, I love you

sincerely, maybe ya know who

cw. this became a little vent-ish for the first few paragraphs hskdjsl, skip to paragraph 4 if you don't want to see it

to this day i still have nightmares of all the times i've been rejected or pushed away because i wasn't good enough. yes, people come and go and yes, they probably weren't people who i would want to have in my life either way - i know that fully. but it hurts. and once it happens enough times it's just... frankly speaking, traumatizing.

sometimes it feels like i'll never be good enough. what's the point of making friends or trying to look for love if i'll get cast aside in the end? i'm trying, i'm working on it ofc, we are all working on our own fears and struggles... so honestly i just can't fathom how people can just... make light of someone's fears and trauma and tell them it's invalid/'not that bad'/just move on. "it's just a joke" well that joke made me spiral and cry so i guess i should just wipe my tears and laugh, huh? because in the end this is just a blog and they're just here for the content and i'm not a human being so they don't care. it's all just for fun, right?

what has humanity come to...

sigh. anyway, vent over.

thank you for this.

despite everything, i'd like to believe that one day we'll be the first choice to someone, not just our f/os. don't give up, friend <3

[heading-home-again]

Hi there! If I'm following your blog, it's because I like your blog. It's not complicated.

I will make a heroic effort not to descend like a swarm of monotropic locusts and spam like half your blog, but honestly no promises. Unless you have something in profile or pinned saying not to, I do try to check for that.

I post/reblog

Lots of Murderbot Diaries content

Like, a lot :D

Also OCD and autism stuff

Also just cool stuff like nature and cute cats

Also sometimes politics

I'm "old" (40ish)

I don't have a DNI and I don't vet blogs I reblog from at all. I don't even do an ideological purity test on blogs I follow. When I post or reblog something onto my Tumblr, however, I do attempt to filter out the following:

Obvious OCD triggers. I can't catch em all, but I'm at least not going to repost "reblog or you're a bad person" stuff

Political despair

Racism, antisemitism, TERF and radfem stuff, transphobia, erasure, sus call-out posts (that's most of them), etc

Things I think are interesting include various fandoms, nature pics, cats, animals being cute or cool, marine life (OCTOPUSES! WHALES!), space, mental health, neurodivergence and neurodiversity, psychology in general, childhood and child development, parenting, children's rights.

I have OCD and am very interested in how to live well with it.

I don't have an autism diagnosis, but I have found that about 80% of what LSN autistics say about their experiences and effective life hacks applies to me, so ... I am EMBRACING the ambiguity, which I love SO MUCH (sarcasm).

My age is greater than thirty.

I don't give away money on Tumblr. This is a hard line. Doesn't mean I don't believe you, don't think you deserve help, or don't think you should be asking for it. Does mean that asking me here is a waste of your time.

I don't engage while too angry to think. I also have a busy life. These are two possible reasons I'm not replying. Second is more likely.

I am currently trying to learn about narcissism and NPD for several reasons. One being that, once I started researching it on Tumblr, I found I had some of the symptoms. The other being that I've experienced abuse from a friend who almost definitely should have been diagnosed with NPD. The third being that I just think psychology is interesting.

I may currently be following your blog because of this interest, and if so I'm putting in a warning that the next part is me processing difficult stuff and talking about "narcissistic abuse". (And while I hope you won't block me, I understand if you do. I will absolutely take it personally, lol, but I won't, like, have an online fit about it)

Being a condescending asshole about abuse victims may get you blocked. This includes abuse victims who describe their experience as "narcissistic abuse." Yes, the "narcissistic abuse" survivors community is ableist AF. It's also what got me out of a soul destroying, physically dangerous situation. Sometimes things are complicated. Abuse victims, other than a weird mostly non-existent subclass of perfect innocent ideal victims who responded exactly right, are also a huge target of social prejudice. If you don't understand this, and the way it contributes to things like toxicity in the "narcissistic abuse" community, maybe just... don't be rude about abuse survivors?

That said, if you're describing your own experiences as "narcissistic abuse," I'd encourage you, once you are out of survival mode, to consider moving away from the term, for a whole bunch of reasons.

[smokingtiger]

The difference is, Jikookers crossing the line are being called out by others Jikookers. As they should. When are taekookers going to call each other out?? It never freaking happens. It’s been years and years and and it keeps getting worse cause a part of the fandom is allowing it and treating every shippers the same way when you know damn well they’re not the same breed. Taekookers are completely unhinged, the sane ones are probably only a few and they’re being drowned in the crowd. The vast majority of the weird shipper comments today were from them. If the fandom collectively really wanted to do something against them it would happen and it just doesn’t because a lot of big accounts out there are not saying shit for whatever reason but only so vague statements about shippers in general. Lmao, it’s always the same crazies who cause problems, let’s face it

Well, I haven't really touched on this ship yet in detail, so I think now would be a good time... Let's get into it. Honestly, I'm a little frightened to talk about this given that it's such a hot topic, but please stick with me until the end.

Taekook: Passion or Poison?

I'm not sure if this is a Tumblr-exclusive problem, but as someone who witnessed the live in real-time with all of stan Twitter (or X? who fucking knows, I hate Elon) ready to pop a blood vessel, I will tell you that the issue of calling out toxicity is not so black and white. Just on the tweet sent out by translator tteokminnie, I saw several taekookers in the quote retweets calling out the strange behavior exhibited by the more intense side of their shipping group. I think that the amount of toxicity that you see depends on the platform that you use as well; I've come to notice that Instagram and Quora are the WORST places to encounter a shipper. If you value your sanity, please... don't go onto Quora. Just don't. Tumblr is usually a hit or miss, but trust me, I have issued out blocks to multiple ask blogs (both Jikook AND Taekook) that I believed to exhibit crazy and toxic behavior. Many of these people squawk out their instructions to a choir of crows, their anons and asks often regurgitating the same ghastly song in an endless cycle of lunacy. I try not to engage in toxicity when possible, and I think that if we all blocked and moved on, the world would be a better place. Disagree with me if you want anon, but I have witnessed accountability from both Jikookers and Taekookers following what happened -- And you know me, I'm never one to pick sides in an area that is greyer than concrete.

Like you said anon, I will admit that taekookers have a large group of problematic shippers, but I think that's because taekook is considered a 'gateway' ship (alongside yoonmin & jikook), it's an easy pairing to fall into. As an ARMY since 2015, I can tell you that they've been extremely popular since the fandom's inception in 2013 and have only grown more popular. So, the longer something's been around, the more likely they are to accumulate a huge group of supporters, and within every HUGE group, there will be bad eggs. Like, we're BTS stans, correct? Shouldn't we know that there's a large group of undesirables within us that the general public perceives to be ALL of us? We know that's not true and we work to try to eliminate the problem... but there are MILLIONS of us, we can't possibly have a hold on every single person, especially with a fandom as diverse as this one. I made an analogy using apples a few asks back and I think I'll bring it back here. You have ten apples and two of them turn out to be rotten, at the end of the day you would probably consider that batch to still be a good one. Now you have one-hundred-thousand apples and twenty-thousand of them are rotten. Now you're probably second-guessing the quality of the batch. The ratio hasn't changed, but since there's so much more of them, you're more likely to question it. I mean, I die inside every time I'm reminded that t*ekook-l*ves has half a million subscribers (sorry to bring them up AGAIN but they really are my sworn enemy), but just because they do have that many, that doesn't mean that I think all taekookers are responsible for the group's bad behavior or social negligence. And this is my personal feelings based off of my eight years as an ARMY, but I do feel as if sometimes the infamous reputation of taekookers being erratic or crazy has impacted the fandom's general perception of them as a whole, further highlighting and targeting the group even when the person in question is not a toxic taekooker. I feel like when a taekooker does something bad, it's usually dissected under a microscope and blown out of proportion due to the scrutiny the group faces as a whole. And this sentiment has transcended beyond the fandom and has permeated into the general perception of interactions between Taehyung and Jungkook as well... I don't know if you remember the amount of shit that happened online when Taehyung posted this photo:

(missing Jungkook's bad bitch haircut right about now...)

The number of tweets (xeets? I don't fucking know.. count your days Mr. Musk, I don't 'xike' your update) I saw that cast a large side eye on the people who posted this picture was really strange. I mean, are people not allowed to repost a picture of the boys? Why is it suddenly weird now that it's Taehyung and Jungkook? I just think it's incredibly unfortunate that some toxic shippers have ruined how people view the friendship between these two. Jungkook and Taehyung have an incredible bond and have built long-lasting and trustworthy relationships with one another. Why should we listen to the ugly squawk of a few loud birds when we can appreciate what's right in front of us? Also, it's not just me, I've seen a few non-shipping accounts on Twitter also express the same sentiment, talking about how negative perceptions brought on by toxicity have made people cautious about posting them.

The 'Toxic Shipper' Label

I've seen a lot of these comments, whether it be in long Tumblr asks, in my own ask box, or in general discussions online following the events of that live: is it problematic to label it as 'toxic shippers', and if so, is that hiding the actions of a particular group?

This might get me in trouble, but in my opinion, no, I don't think it's problematic to label the events which transpired as the actions of toxic shippers. What happened was not only the fault of taekookers, so why should they be the only ones to take the brunt of the blame? I think that it would be helpful to say 'Toxic Jikookers or Taekookers' but even then, it wasn't just taekookers or jikookers, but a whole mass of problematic behavior. I do agree that louder voices in the fandom should crack down on this behavior and cite the problem as accurately as possible.

At the end of the day, I don't care who 'did it worse' or who screamed the loudest in the comment section: toxic shippers WERE at fault. The lot of them. It's like saying: Well, I only burned down ONE house while this guy burned down two... Well, okay? But you both burned down houses... that's fucked up. We can all agree that you and this guy, toxic arsonists if you will, are fucked up for doing that... Both of you should and WILL BE held accountable for arson.

I just feel as if some of the hatred towards taekookers is disproportional, but yes, we should be holding one another accountable when we can. Despite what a lot of people say, there are GOOD taekookers out there who try to avoid slipping down the slope of toxic delusion, who just enjoy their ship just like anyone else would. Any shipping group can fall down a dangerous rabbit hole, so let's just all look out for one another, okay?

Also, you mentioned that the majority of the comments came from Taekookers, for that, I'm not super sure nor can I confirm it. I was watching the live and a lot of the comments (for me) were people asking him to speak English or an equal amount of ship/marry-me comments. I've seen screenshots where someone's entire comment section was just taekook, and then another where it was just jikook. I'm not really sure how Weverse displays comments or how much of a delay there is, but we can both agree that it was a cesspool. Here's a screenshot I found on Twitter: Now ofc this is just ONE moment out of a lengthy live, so who knows. Also this isn't me shitting on good jikookers (no toxic ones, please), but it's just showing the POV that someone had on Weverse. I'm sure there are some other screenshots where it's the opposite. I'm assuming (based on the context) this occurred right after he said 'Jeon Jimin', so of course, there would probably be an influx of jikook-related comments.

I'm not a taekooker, I'm not really anything (y'all know that), but I am someone who has been in this fandom for a very, very long time. It would be nice to have a fandom clean-up, but what we can do right now is educate, block, and report. That's the best that we can do. Also to sane taekookers, I am so sorry that you have to deal with this, for real. If any shippers or taekookers in general would like to shoot me an ask with their point of view or thoughts, that's cool too. This is just sort of how I feel. Nobody kill me okay. This is just my opinion.

[selfshipseaside]

omg i totally agree with the “dnis are just a way of trying to prove you arent a bad person” thing (DEFINITELY not the exact quote sorry lol) and thats definitely the reason why i dont have one… theyre just so stupid to me :P like whats stopping someone from just. lying to you yknow? i just block and move on… but also i have this irrational fear that bc i DONT have a dni ppl will assume the worst of me… its really silly… and dumb… and i dont really believe it but it does scare me!!! also considering the fact i have a bit of a problematic f/o im terrified every day that bc i dont explicitly say in every post of mine that I DONT CONDONE ANY OF THEIR ACTIONSSSSSSSS that someones gonna come in my inbox and tell me im the scum of the earth for shipping with them 😭 they arent even THAT bad. kind of went on a tangent a bit there but i compleeeeeetely agree dnis are SO performative !!! i think all discourse labels are performative honestly liek. i dont know. i just think its all really stupid and im just like you i choose not to associate myself or my blogs with shipping discourse… of course i have opinions but i think my followers and mutuals know what to expect from me… i really went on a tangent here 😭😭 sorry… you can ignore this i wont mind :P i hope youre having a lovely day/night :)

I completely understand! The age-old rule of don't trust strangers on the internet, unsurprisingly, still applies today! People can lie, even if they're a "good person". People can tell the truth and seem completely unproblematic, even if they're a "bad person". We simply do not know anyone's true self or intentions. We cannot know those things by simply sharing fictional people and gushing over them or telling people who we do or don't want interacting. It's not that simple. People will tell you who they are, and sure, believe them. But know that their actions will speak louder, surely. Being performative is a huge issue in our community, and people who genuinely are affected by performative activism and this whole new genre of being a "good" person...it's impossible. There's far more nuance in these social inter-community spaces and issues than anyone wants to admit. But you see, being a "good person" should be second nature right? That's what everyone wants to say. But, that's incorrect. We all go through enough turmoil as it is, and we have to continue to be as good as we can despite that. It's easy to be an asshole. That's why we have the problems in this community that we do, because simple respect and being kind is more expensive than it ever has been. Out-casting people and finding identity in hatred is the new gig, apparently. Often times, we are not what we believe in, we are what we do. If you believe in protecting children, and then go and tell a child to off themselves...well that's just plain ol' hypocrisy. Anon, you're really cool in my mind! You and your f/o are extremely valid! Keep on shipping! Problematic f/os are cool, and I think it's safe to say that most of us with problematic f/os don't condone their actions. Hopefully, at least.