#petrified af

[bakuzen-art]

Art fight attack of Saga Abumi for @/devonhinged

[potpigu]

Ok but he slick af with it tho

Who's the WORST cdi character? Any of them are fair game

Duke Onkled, that corrupt fuck.

[honeytae]

“you refuse to meet his gaze, afraid that your carefully constructed facade will crumble if you do. and it seems like that's exactly what is happening - the walls you've built around yourself are slowly falling apart.”

genre: angst, fluff, comfort

warnings: reader is overworked af and petrified of showing vulnerability, brief argument between reader and jk but only bc he cares, so many tears..like a LOT of crying, descriptions of kissing, make out sesh💋, an unforgivable amount of fluff and L bombs, i really didn’t know what to call this one so it’s just riptide, sorry not sorry you guys

wc: 2k

the air in the apartment is mostly silent, save for the gentle scratch of lead on paper and the muted pattering of rain against the windows in your home office.

jungkook’s teeth play with his bottom lip as he fidgets in his seat, intently observing you from the opposite end of the table.

across from him, your brows knit together in an attempt to focus, lips pursed in concentration as you stop for a moment, then resume moving your pencil across the page.

he cringes at the disruption of his phone vibrating on the table, abruptly snapping you out of your daze.

as your pencil slips out of your grasp, you sit up straight and flex your fingers around in the air to release some of the tension residing in your joints.

jungkook murmurs an apology but you brush it off, glancing wearily at him and providing a small smile. a sigh of relief escapes you as he leans in, taking your hand in his and gently massaging your tired fingers with a few strokes of his own.

“that feels good,” you mumble, shifting closer to the table for more of his touch.

he hums softly, taking another few moments to work his fingers into your skin, creating a small pocket of silence.

"are you bored?" you ask, feeling a twinge of guilt for leaving him essentially alone at the table. "i'm sorry, baby, i'll be finished in just a few more minutes."

jungkook shrugs in response, casual as he moves his arm to gently rub up and down your own. his touch is comforting and helps ease your anxiety, preventing you from spiraling further.

“it's okay,” he reassures you with a gentle smile, “just take your time. i'll be here.”

his eyes shift from your face to your hand, a frown forming as he notices the red mark on your finger, evidence of how tightly you've been holding your pencil.

you watch, endeared, as he leans down to kiss the spot, then replaces his lips with his finger, gently rubbing over the indentation to soothe the redness.

"you work so hard," he says, tutting his tongue as he continues running his thumb over the spot.

you can only manage a sigh in response, feeling drained and unable to speak. plus, tears are starting to form in your eyes, and you’re desperately trying to hold them back. jungkook notices, of course he does.his expression turns into one of concern as he studies your face, trying to assess the situation.

your mouth is set in a deep frown, almost a scowl, and your eyebrows are furrowed in discomfort from holding back your true emotions. you refuse to meet his gaze, afraid that your carefully constructed facade will crumble if you do. and it seems like that's exactly what is happening - the walls you've built around yourself are slowly falling apart.

in a rush, he rises from his chair and rounds the table, your eyes following him through tears.

once next to you, his fingers weave through your hair, leading your head to rest on his stomach. he wraps his arm around you and massages the tension from your shoulders as you nestle into the soft fabric of his t-shirt, taking in the familiar scent of his laundry detergent.

“time for a break?” he muses, watching as you adamantly shake your head in response.

“i just need to finish,” you reply, trying to stifle the lump in your throat.

he watches as you draw your laptop closer while blinking rapidly to chase away any tears.

you’ve always been one to persevere, which he greatly respects. but it also irritates him that at times, you don’t allow yourself to fully feel.

jungkook suppresses a groan as he watches you type something else into your search engine, briefly tilting his head up to the ceiling in frustration and closing his eyes to take a deep breath.

it can be hard, to watch those you love push themselves beyond their limit. he understands, knowing that he often puts you through the same thing.

you and him share an achilles heel of refusing to give up easily, which is both a blessing and a curse.

the sound of your fingers tapping on the keyboard snaps him out of his trance and he reopens his eyes, sneaking another glance over your shoulder.

he’s about to drop it altogether when he sees your bottom lip quiver, his breath hitching in his throat when the first tear makes it over your lash line.

“baby,” he utters softly, nearly tripping over the leg of the chair he pulls out from the table to sit beside you.

you can’t help but let out a throaty chuckle at his clumsiness, swiping the single tear from your cheek and trying to wave him off.

“i’m okay,” you sniffle, but jungkook just shakes his head in disbelief. he leans forward, balancing on his knees as he takes your fidgeting hands in his own, running his fingers gently along your knuckles.

“seriously, jungkook, i’m fine. stop making it bigger than it is,” you attempt to push him away, but he refuses to budge.

“stop making it smaller than it is!” he counters, voice raising slightly as his anger takes over.

he takes a breath, continuing in a softer voice.“baby, i’m not gonna stop until you let me in.”

his brows furrow in frustration, wide eyes pleading with you.

in the heat of the moment, you hate how intrusive he’s being. you hate that he sees you as his responsibility and that your struggles are ruining his day.

“jungkook, if i’m just a burden-“

“a burden?” he interrupts in disbelief, “you could never be a burden,” he reaches for your hand when you try to get up. “hey, all i ever want to do is help you, because i love you,” he stresses.

his words instantly calm your mounting emotions, preventing you from any more self sabotage.

“i love you,” he says again, “and i cannot sit here and watch you ruin yourself.”

you simply blink at him, the last of your resolve shattering when he starts to soothingly caress your arm with his warm palm.

even when you’re so difficult, he’s so unbelievably kind to you.

“please let yourself not be okay,” he begs, eyebrows pulling together, pained, as he watches you stifle a sob. “it’s so hard to watch you be so strong all the time,” he says, “please don’t shut me out.”

and just like that, your wall comes tumbling down.

jungkook’s emotions bubbling to the surface seem to be the final push for you to tip over the edge. tears now stream down your face, features crumbling as you weakly lift yourself from your chair.

jungkook’s arms reach out to pull you into him, intercepting your body as you launch yourself onto his lap. his lips press repeatedly to the side of your head as he wraps his arms around your stuttering back, squeezing you to him.

“let go, baby,” he says, feeling tears well up in his own eyes as you collapse in his arms, “just let go.”

broken sobs wrack your frame as you cling onto him, one of his hands securely holding the back of your head while the other runs up and down your spine.

the dam has finally broken, and its cathartic for both of you.

soothing words are spoken softly into your ear as your breaths begin to even out, your face finding solace in the crook of his neck.

after a few minutes, your cries quiet and the pool of tears starts to dry on his skin.

jungkook leans back to glance over your face, reaching up to swipe at the leftover tear trails on your cheeks with his thumb.

“feel a little lighter in here?” he inquires, dancing his fingers over your scalp as you lift your reddened eyes to lock with his.

“a little,” you sniff, leaning into his touch as he starts massaging the crown of your head.

“hm, good,” he murmurs, “we’re making progress then.”

wordlessly, you stare into his big brown irises, the whites of his eyes showing evidence of his own tears. despite this, his mouth quirks in a small smile, and the guilt from ten minutes ago consumes you.

“fuck, i’m so sorry,” your frown deepens, closing your eyes when his lips press to your temple, remaining against your heated skin. “i’m so sorry for lashing out at you, i’m just,” you sigh, “i’m just overwhelmed and,” you glance up in thought, “in my own head.”

“i understand, baby,” he soothes, warm eyes finding yours to show he’s being genuine. “it’s all gonna work out, i promise.”

you inhale and sit up straighter, cupping his cheeks as you position your face in front of his. you stare at each other for a moment before he cups your jaw, adoringly squishing your cheeks with his fingers.

jungkook laughs as you pucker your lips, sliding his hands down to rest under your jaw when you tilt your head to the side, pressing your mouth to his.

with each pass of his lips over yours, you feel the ache in your head lessen. your heart reaches out for him and squeezes him closer to you.

he hums as you pull back and immediately go in for more, taking turns capturing your bottom and top lip between his. you grip on tighter to him to momentarily stop the world from spinning around you.

breaking apart for air, jungkook giggles as you unattractively sniff with your full nose, your fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair.

“sexy, huh?” you raise a brow, and jungkook’s features warm when the sparkle returns to your eye.

“duh,” he rolls his eyes, and there’s a beat of comfortable silence as you both recover from your breakdown.

“i love you so much,” you murmur, “thank you for everything you do.”

“yah, kiss-ass,” he teases, his high-pitched laugh escaping his mouth when you pinch his side as punishment for his snark.

“ugh, nevermind,” you sigh as you stand up, and he smiles at you in return, holding onto your hand to help you back over into your chair.

“i love you more,” he sings, chortling as you squint your eyes at him in response.

you redirect your gaze back to your notebook, still looking tired but not as weary as you did before.

jungkook lifts himself to reassume his position from earlier and stands behind you, dropping his arms around your neck. you tilt your neck as he plants a kiss onto the top of your head.

sensing your reluctance to go back to work, he leans down further, his cheek pressing against yours. the gesture seems to melt you back into your chair as the both of you stare ahead at your laptop screen.

“okay,” he starts, understanding your process, “how about some tea to get you through this last part?”

he waits patiently as you think it over. his eyes travel from the screen to your features, staring at your lashes touching your cheek each time you blink.

there’s a hint of water clinging to your bottom lashes, and the sight makes his heart squeeze in his chest.

“yeah, actually,” you answer softly, gently craning your neck so that you can press your lips to his, kissing him one, two, three, four times.

“you’re the best boyfriend ever,” you whisper against his lips, some of the tension in your body already subsiding.

his cheeks go pink with your praise, dark eyes catching the dining room light as he puffs air out of his nostrils.

wordlessly, you let your head hang off the back of the chair, closing your eyes when jungkook’s hand comes to support the back of your head, dipping down to kiss you again.

his fingers rub soothing circles into your neck, causing an involuntary noise to rise up from your throat.

you break apart with a “tch,” noise, pouting when he pulls his arms from around you.

“nooo,” you try to grip onto his fingers, jungkook chuckling as he pokes your bottom lip back into place.

meeting your lips one last time, it takes everything in him to step away from you, pointing at your dimmed laptop screen.

“i’ll be right back,” he soothes, “and i promise i’ll sit here with you the whole time.”

you smile despite yourself, because jungkook is simply the light of your life.

“you better. you’re my emotional support human.”

[e-dubbc11]

Hittin’ the Mat

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Gym Owner! Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ PLEASE! Or I’m telling on you) Oral F! Receiving, P in V protected sex, f!self pleasure, fingering, some swearing, jealous Brock, and fluff

Word Count: 5.4K-ish(sorry it’s a little longer than usual, but not sorry 😆)

Summary: You join a new boxing gym and your instructor is well…sexy AF and you have a massive crush on him. He surprises you by getting jealous watching you spar with another instructor.

A/N: So this fic was a lot of fun to write and was inspired by a short video/pin my darling friend @bartonsparrow25 sent me. She helped me some with ideas and a few pieces of dialogue. I love and appreciate you for helping me! For your viewing pleasure, I’ll leave the pin linked HERE. Trust me, you WANT to watch this.🥵🥵🥵 I know I’ve been MIA for awhile now and I’m really sorry but I think I’m almost over the hump with all the crap going on a work for the past couple of months but I think it’s almost over.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The unique variety of scents inside the boxing gym hit you as soon as you walked inside. The smell of aged, broken-in leather from the gloves and bags mixed with the clean scent of disinfectant added to the overall experience of being inside an area occupied mostly by people training to be fighters.

And it didn’t matter if they were training to be professionals or just wanted to learn the basics, the scent most prominent was hard work and dedication. It was evidence of the intensity left over from the sweat, tears, and sometimes even blood that became permanent stains on the gloves, mitts, and mats inside the fighter’s small little corner that was called Gloves Up Boxing Gym or to everyone that went there, it was simply called “Rumlow’s.”

You always tried to take care of yourself, eat well, and exercise but when the new year came, you told yourself to try something different, to try something new, and add something a little more challenging than what you were used to.

Boxing would definitely check off all of those boxes for you.

As soon as you stepped inside, you immediately felt out of your comfort zone. You were used to walking into a gym and knowing exactly what to do, where to go, and how hard to work to get the results you wanted. But here, you were lost and out of place.

Nervously walking up to the front desk, you tried to sound a lot more confident that you actually were. On the inside, you were petrified.

“Excuse me? I’m interested in taking some lessons.” You said with a slight hitch in your voice.

The man behind the counter, without looking up from his paperwork, responded with, “You waited three weeks after the new year to join a new gym? Why?”

Confidently, you replied, “Well, I wanted to give the quitters a chance to give up first, thought maybe I’d have better luck getting the best instructor here.”

When he handed you a form to fill out, he finally looked up. The scowl on his face disappeared and was replaced with a wide smile as he quickly got up from his chair and took off but not before calling back to you, “I’ll be back, gonna go get my boss, see what he thinks. He’s also the owner.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you turned around and started filling out the form he gave you. A few minutes later, he returned with another man with wild dark brown hair, warm tan skin, and golden brown eyes that reminded you of Tennessee whiskey. Your stomach dropped when you noticed how ruggedly handsome he was but it was when he spoke, that you could feel yourself clenching your thighs together.

“You ever box before, doll?” The other one asked, gazing at you from head to toe.

“Doll?!” You retorted.

One side of his mouth curled into a sinister smile and you were trying to decide whether or not to be offended by the pet name but the raspy tone to his voice when he said it, silently had you begging for him to say it again except slower and up against your ear.

“Would you prefer, ‘ma’am?’” He asked.

When the word “ma’am” escaped his lips, you immediately narrowed your eyes, pressed your lips together in a straight line and replied, “Ew, no! Doll is fine. And no sir, I’ve never boxed before.”

He folded his arms across his chest while keeping eye contact with you and you really hoped he wasn’t the gym’s best instructor because you’d never be able to concentrate on learning to box if he was teaching you.

“And how often do you wanna come in, Missssss?” He asked.

You replied, “Y/L/N, my name is Y/F/N Y/L/N. I’d like to come in at least four days a week but if you think I need more time, I’ll gladly come in for it, Misterrrrrrr?”

“Rumlow, Brock Rumlow.” Said Brock. “So you’re willing to come in more if I say so?”

He sounded surprised as he stroked the stubble on his chin.

You answered, “Of course. You’re the instructor, right?”

Brock turned to his employee, “Why aren’t all of our members this enthusiastic?”

You finished filling out your form and handed it to the guy behind the desk while Brock continued, “Alright, I’m gonna train you myself, nobody else. You got that?”

You nodded.

“Mornings good for you? The locker rooms have all the amenities you need to get ready for work in the morning, if you work.” Said Brock.

“Perfect.” You replied.

“Great. See you tomorrow, 7 am!” He yelled as he walked away from you, presumably back to his office.

Before leaving, you looked at the man behind the counter and asked sarcastically, “Is he always this pleasant?”

“You caught Rumlow on a good day. He’s usually mean and doesn’t personally offer to train new members himself. I got excited for a minute because most of the time he has one of us train new members, but you did say you wanted to learn from the best.” He said.

Your only hope was you’d never have to see Brock Rumlow on a bad day or would that just make you hotter for him than you were already.

**********

“What have you been doing? You look fantastic!” A coworker said to you one morning.

Shyly, you replied, “Oh! I’ve been taking boxing lessons at that gym down the street for the past six months. It’s such a great workout.”

You always hated being the center of attention and when she said how great you looked, her voice was raised so other people around you took notice also. It was slightly embarrassing but it also felt good to know that your hard work was paying off and it also didn’t hurt that your instructor was probably the sexiest man you had ever seen.

But at times it was difficult to concentrate on his instructions because you were too busy concentrating on him plus you had to get through your work day AFTER your lesson. You couldn’t wait to go home to be alone with your thoughts.

You could hear Brock’s assertive raspy voice inside your head at all times during the day, barking commands at you, reminding you about your stance, keeping your knees bent, and your hands up to guard your face.

“Your stance is the foundation for your movements and the basis for the way you deliver punches, y/n. You understand? Tuck that chin when you’re on the defensive! Got it?!”

If he had any idea the thoughts you had of him when you were alone, or the fact that you were soaked down there, not from the workout, after your lessons, or the sinful dreams you’ve had of him…he would probably stop giving you lessons or even kick you out of his gym altogether.

At the gym, Brock was all business but in your dreams, he was pure pleasure. On the nights where you couldn’t sleep, you lay awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about him as your fingers absentmindedly traveled down your torso, pausing just above your core before diving beneath the waistband of your panties.

As your eyes fluttered closed, you imagined they were Brock’s thick fingers, teasing your entrance, parting your folds and inserting one finger then another. Moving them rhythmically, they hooked inside of you causing you to whimper as your orgasm began to build. You pictured him looking down at you with his amber colored eyes and with that sexy raspy voice of his whispering in your ear, “You gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

Imagining him saying that was enough to send you over the edge, call out his name while drenching your fingers as your whole body trembled while coming down from your high. This was crazy, right? Having full blown fantasies about your boxing instructor to the point where it had become a nightly ritual before you could fall asleep. Even after a morning workout, a full day at work, and a nighttime routine…you still couldn’t fall asleep unless you fantasized about Brock Rumlow fucking you until you saw stars.

It was only a matter of time before you had a slip up and you could feel it every time he was near you, every time he said your name, and every time he stood behind you to show you a new move or how to keep your form.

You’d never be able to show your face in that gym again if Brock rejected you but this crush was affecting you in every aspect of your life, even your dreams.

You had to do something but you just didn’t know what that something was quite yet.

**********

The next day when you showed up for your workout, Brock wasn’t there. When your lessons started six months ago, he told you that he was the only one that was going to be teaching you, no one else.

But he wasn’t there so what were you supposed to do?

Cody was the first guy you met when you walked into Gloves Up Boxing Gym and he was working when you walked in this morning. After changing into your workout clothes, you walked around, looking for Brock. He wasn’t in his office, at the front desk or anywhere else inside the gym so you walked back to the front desk.

“Cody? Have you seen, Brock?” You asked.

Cody looked around with a confused look on his face.

“Actually, now that you mention it y/n…I haven’t seen him yet this morning. Did you try calling or texting him?” He asked.

You nodded.

“I did. I tried both but no answer. He told me he was the only one that was supposed to train me and give me workouts but he’s not here soooooooo.” You said, innocently batting your eyelashes at him.

Cody held up one finger and started shaking his head aggressively.

“Oh no…no, no, no y/n! Rumlow will KILL me! What he says, goes, around here! If he doesn’t kill me, I’ll definitely be fired!” He said in a frightened tone.

Brock always made a big deal about being on time and ready to work when you showed up for your workouts and you’ve kept up your end of the bargain by showing up every day, early and ready to give him 110%. And you were ready to work now and he wasn’t here to train you but you were going to get a workout whether he was here or not.

“He’s not here, Cody! Just tell him I made you do it!” You said with a sly smile.

“What if he shows up during your lesson?!!” He asked, nervously.

“Tell him I punched you until you agreed to give me a lesson. C’mon Cody! I showed up for my workout and I’m paying for one, let’s goooooo!” You yelled.

Cody dropped his shoulders in defeat and hung his head as he contemplated whether or not he wanted to risk getting fired for helping you get your workout in.

“Alright…go get your shit. I’ll meet you in back.” Said Cody with a slight eye roll.

“YES!! Thank you, Cody! Mmmmmuah!” You exclaimed as you leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Under his breath, you could hear Cody say, “I am so getting fired for this.”

**********

“Remember to keep your weight balanced, y/n…rotate those hips when you come in with that cross…that’s it, goooood! Show me that combo again….yessss, niiiice! Your pivots still need work.” Said Cody as he coached you.

You were almost done with your workout when you heard a loud angry voice coming from the top of the stairs.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, CODY?!!!!” Growled Brock, glaring and seething at the both of you as he descended from upstairs.

Apologetically, Cody replied, “You weren’t here, Rumlow! What was I supposed to do? She paid for a lesson and wanted to work out!”

“What did I tell ya, huh?! What did I tell EVERYBODY?!!” Brock yelled, pushing his fingers into Cody’s shoulder and then pointing at you with his other hand. “SHE is MY client! MINE!”

Your mouth had gone dry as you tried to speak.

“Brock! Don’t be mad at Cody! I had to beg—“ You had started to say.

Still pointing at you, Brock turned his heated glare toward you.

“YOU stay outta this, sweetheart!” He said curtly. “YOU didn’t follow the rules either!”

Everyone in the gym had stopped what they were doing and every single pair of eyes was staring at you, Brock and Cody.

Brock shouted at the top of his lungs but never took his eyes off of you.

“ALRIGHT!! EVERYBODY OUT! C’MON, I WANT EVERYONE OUT NOW!!! I’ll re-open tomorrow but get the fuck out, NOW!” Yelled Brock.

As you started walking toward the edge of the ring, Brock stopped you.

“Not you, doll. You, stay!” He commanded and started to remove his jacket. “You’re stayin’ too, tough guy.” He said, pointing at Cody. “Drop those mitts and go get your gloves! No helmets, NOW!”

“She begged me to, Rumlow. I apologize, it will NEVER happen again.” Said Cody.

“You’re damn right it will never happen again! And I said, go get your gloves!” Brock growled. “You wanted a lesson right, sweetheart? Well you’re gonna get one.”

Cody quickly wrapped his hands and got his gloves. He got back into the ring, touched gloves with Brock’s and the two of them began to spar.

Breathing heavily, Brock said, “Cody was right, doll. You do still need work on your pivots because you’re not changing direction as smoothly as you should, like THIS.”

He changed direction and as Cody came closer, Brock hit him square in the face with a quick jab, then another as you carefully watched Brock’s fluid motions and form. Then Brock hit him with a 1-1-2 combination, simple to him but for you, it was still about working on putting everything together, trying to remember to keep your hands up, elbows down and in, and keep your eyes focused on the targets.

You could see that Cody was a little scared to fight back; he knew Brock was toying with him, punishing him one punch at a time for touching what was “his” and Cody taking it and not fighting back as hard as he could because he didn’t want to make Brock angrier than he already was.

Brock was breathless with anger and with each piercing stare, he threw every possible punch combination at Cody which was hard to watch and you needed to put a stop to it.

“Brock! Stop this, please! This is my fault! I made Cody give me my lesson because you weren’t here to do it! ENOUGH!!” You begged.

As soon as those words escaped your lips, Brock hit Cody with an uppercut that landed him face up on the mat, leaving him stunned and probably seeing stars as he stared up at the bright lights above.

You jumped into Brock’s path, in between him and Cody.

“I said that’s enough, Rumlow!” You yelled, standing in between Brock charging toward Cody who was trying to get up as you pushed on Brock’s chest with your gloved hand.

“Outta my way, y/n!” He hissed.

You hissed back, “NO!”

After Cody sat up, you told him to leave.

“NOW, sweetheart!” Brock yelled.

Looking over your shoulder, you replied, “GO, Cody! And lock the door behind you! You’ll still have your job tomorrow, I promise.”

Hurriedly, Cody ripped his gloves off, dropped them onto the mat, wiped the blood from his nose and bolted toward the front door.

As soon as you heard the door close and lock, you let him have it. You hit Brock with the most powerful cross you had in you, even keeping your form, rotating your hips and body perfectly. It landed square on his jaw as your mouth twisted with the threat of another and you added a warning glare for good measure, showing him that you weren’t afraid of him and you could handle anything he threw at you just as he had instructed you to do.

He moved his jaw back and forth to shake it out and with a devilish smirk, he said, “Not bad, sweetheart. That was good form and it even hurt a little…just a little though.”

He winked at you and when he did, you instantly felt your panties get wet but you wanted to remain firm and reiterate to him that this was not Cody’s fault.

“I told you that this was my fault! He knew what your instructions were and I bothered him until he caved.” You said, calming your tone.

Brock inched closer to you, close enough that you were sharing the same air and replied, “You knew the rules too, y/n and deliberately broke them.”

“And YOU didn’t answer me when I called you or when I texted!! I showed up ready to work and you were MIA!” You snapped.

Brock lowered his voice. The low raspy growl escaping his lips made the wet spot on your panties even bigger.

“I got here late but ya think I wasn’t watching you? I have cameras everywhere, doll. I watched the two of you from my office; his hands on your hips, breathing over your shoulder, that little shit smiling at you when you weren’t lookin’. I saw it all, sweetheart…and I hated every second of it.” He said through gnashed teeth.

You swallowed hard as his words sent fresh shivers down your spine and a surge of concentrated desire gushed through your body, straight to your core.

The breath of room between your bodies became even smaller when you inched your face closer to his while you inhaled his intoxicating scent of citrus, bergamot, sandalwood and musk.

In barely more than a whisper, as heat flushed across your chest and your lips ghosting over his, you asked, “And why is that?”

Brock broke away from you; as he started to walk backwards toward the corner of the ring, he licked his lips and laughed off your question.

“Tell me, Brock! Tell me why you hated it so much.” You demanded. “Tell me or I’m gonna punch you again!”

“You’re bein’ a little bit of a brat, sweetheart.” He husked.

With a smug look on your face, you replied, “Whatever Rumlow, I do what I want!”

With a tight jaw, he growled into your ear, “Oh no baby, you do what I want.”

He started to take his gloves off, dropped them to the mat, and stalked over to you. All in one motion, he pulled you close as his lips collided with yours and just before he could slip his tongue into your mouth, you pulled away and targeted his chin with a swift uppercut.

“What the fuck was that for?!!” He demanded, holding his jaw.

Shyly, you replied, “Sorry, I was just making sure this was real and not one of my dreams.”

“Take those things off, now! I don’t need you hittin’ me again.” Said Brock with a slight smile.

You replied, “I can still hit you without the gloves, ya know.” Then stuck your tongue out at him.

He frantically helped you take your gloves off and unwrapped your hands. As soon as they were free, you grabbed a hold of his wild dark hair and pulled him in closer until his lips were on yours once again. Brock slipped his tongue between your lips and pressed it against your teeth, desperately wanting his to twist and knot with yours. Moaning into his mouth, Brock had you locked into a firm embrace and the heat from his body could be felt through his shirt.

He nipped at your jawline before kissing the sculpted hollow of your throat. His stubble gently tickled your neck as you whispered, “You hated seeing his hands on me, didn’t you?”

Brock continued to leave little love bites up and down your neck when you aggressively pulled back on his hair, “Didn’t you?!”

“Ow!” Exclaimed Brock, when you pulled on his hair. “Yes, sweetheart. I hated seeing another guy with his hands all over you, his fingers firmly digging into your hips, turning them, grazing your ass while standing behind you…all of it made me crazy.” He growled as his cheeks flared with anger and jealousy.

“I only want your hands on me, Rumlow.” You purred into his ear.

The flecks of gold in his eyes appeared to dance when he heard your words as he replied, “Oh yeah? Anything else?”

With a sly smile, Brock touched his tongue to his top teeth which gave you an idea.

“What that tongue do, baby?” You chuckled, then bit down gently on his earlobe.

You had let your guard down, let yourself relax in his embrace so it took you by surprise when he lightly pushed you backwards, grabbed your forearm, and kicked your lead leg out from under you, then eased you gently onto the mat.

“Oh…I don’t know that you’re ready for what my tongue can do to you, doll.” He replied as he fell to his knees, grabbed the sides of your workout leggings, forcefully yanked them off and finally settled in between your legs.

Clawing for the hem of his shirt, you desperately wanted to touch his bare skin and toned body. Brock was indeed a specimen underneath his clothes and there wasn’t an ounce of him that wasn’t pure muscle. The muscles in his arms were as hard as marble and tight like bow strings just like the rest of him.

As he held himself up above you, one hand roamed from your bare thigh, up and over the curve of your hip, then his thick calloused fingers gently tickled the sensitive skin of your stomach as they inched up and underneath your shirt.

“Yes I am. I need to know if you’re as good as you are in my dreams.” You said, breathlessly.

One side of his mouth curled up into a devilish smirk, his intense gaze raked over your body before focusing on your mouth and his lips crashed insistently against yours that left you panting hard when he pulled away.

The deep V in your t-shirt left your collarbone exposed and you barely got a chance to look into his bourbon colored eyes before he leaned down to kiss it and continued to kiss in between your breasts.

“You’ve been warned, baby.” He purred.

You could feel his warm breath through the fabric of your shirt before he yanked it over your head and tossed it to the side. Brock lightly nipped at the delicate skin of your stomach, his stubble grazing and tickling you as a light giggle escaped your lips.

Naked from the waist down, you impatiently waited for him to inch closer to your core as he kissed you everywhere, pausing just above your entrance before saying, “Last chance, doll. You sure? Tell ya what…how ‘bout I just warm you up a little first?”

Just as he uttered those words, he slipped one of his thick fingers inside, teasing you like crazy, moving in and out of you, smirking at you as he did so.

Cocky little shit.

Slowly, he eased in another finger and rolled his thumb over your clit. Brock loved hearing your soft whimpers and it turned him on to see your jaw drop open as he worked his skilled fingers inside of you.

You were almost embarrassed at how wet you were for him as he eagerly sucked the taste of you off of his fingers.

“You taste so sweet, princess, like candy. Look at you, waiting patiently for me. If I use my tongue, you gonna come for me like a good girl? Hmmm?” He asked so politely, still using his fingers to warm you up.

Brock seemed to enjoy watching your twist and squirm as your strangled moans filled the empty room.

“Y-yes! Brock please!” You begged.

Your cries were music to his ears as his arms wrapped firmly around your thighs and he buried his face between your legs, holding you in place to make sure you weren’t going anywhere.

Your thighs quivered as his stubble scratched the inner part of your upper leg and you felt his tongue delve in between your folds while you immediately whimpered his name. The tiny flutters in your stomach became more intense as he made long, eager strokes with his proficient tongue and one of his hands pressed firmly against your stomach trying to keep you flush with the mat.

“Thaaaat’s it, sweetheart. Just let go for me. I want you to make me feel like I’m drowning. You can do that for me, I know you can.” He whispered.

The flutters turned into waves, growing larger, moving faster, while grinding down on his face as your orgasm approached. Your whole body shuddered as his name echoed through the gym and he lapped up every drop of your release, humming against your core, savoring your taste.

You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue as you let your fingers glide through his thick dark hair and he practically got into a fist fight with your sports bra to get you out of it which made you laugh a little.

He didn’t really give you the chance to come down from your high before he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and the both of you were now completely naked in his boxing ring.

Brock reached into his pants to pull out a condom.

After slipping it on, he slowly inched his face toward yours with a sinister smile across his lips before leaning down to kiss you again, his tongue curling and twisting inside your mouth with the taste of you still on his lips.

“Who says you get to be on top?” You asked rhetorically.

You quickly rolled so he was underneath you, squeezing his sides between your thighs and pinning his arms above his head.

“Ha! I pinned you, Rumlow.” You said with a warm smile.

You spoke too soon.

Just as quickly as you rolled on top of him, he rolled again and pinned you to the mat.

“I don’t get pinned, sweetheart. I do the pinning.” He stated.

His commanding words caused goosebumps to dance across your skin as he nudged your knees apart with your arms still pinned above your head. Brock lined himself up, eased his thick length into you, stretching you out slowly as a sinful call of his name escaped your lips.

Brock moved slowly, allowing you to stretch all the way out before starting to move a little faster, his cock buried so deep inside of you, it was almost too much and unholy cries of passion fled from your mouth and into his ears, making him absolutely feral for you.

Your breathy moans mixed with his powerful grunts turned both of you on and it put a sinister smile on his face as he started to drive into you harder, his cock getting coated more and more by your drenched pussy with each forceful thrust.

His pace was fast and brutal but you loved every second of it. Every time he used his tongue and his teeth on your most sensitive areas, your moans and sinful noises told him how much you loved it. And you responded by pulling his hair and digging your fingernails into his skin, leaving light scratch marks up and down his tight back muscles that made him hiss with pleasure.

Brock loved to tease too. Every time he felt your walls flutter and clench around him, he’d pause and wait for you to look up at him with slight disappointment on your face. He was toying with you just like he was toying with Cody while they sparred.

Brock was cocky enough to know that Cody wasn’t going to beat him, just like he knew that there was zero doubt he was going to make you explode, only he was in control of when it was going to happen.

Tiny beads of sweat trickled down the side of your neck as his lips skirted across your collarbone. You ignored the pain in your back against the hard mat that you were pinned against by his strong hands and body. Brock’s fingertips were pressed so firmly against your skin, that it felt like he was leaving imprints on your veins and muscles.

“Let me come, Brock! Please!” You blurted out as the overstimulation took control of your voice and he continued to hold your orgasm hostage.

But every movement he made was bringing him closer to his own climax so he wasn’t going to be able to control it for much longer.

“That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart.” He growled in your ear as he reached down and began to rub your clit while he was just about to chase his own release.

With no one around to hear you and without hesitation, you came with a loud cry while Brock continued to plunge into you at a quickened pace. He didn’t stop until he finished and with your legs wrapped around his lower back, you pulled him deeper inside and he let out a loud gravelly cry of his own.

Coming down from your high, trying to catch your breath, you pressed the palm of your hand to your forehead, and with a wide smile said, “Maybe I should break your rules more often, if you’re gonna fuck me like that, Rumlow. I really don’t see the downside here.”

Brock let out a light chuckle.

“There you go bein’ a brat again.” He said, gently touching his lips to yours.

Softly moaning against his mouth, you replied, “I think you like it when I’m a brat. Juuuuuust a little bit.”

“Well, I know I like you whether you’re being a brat or not. I just don’t like anyone else’s hands on you.” Muttered Brock.

You inched your face closer to his.

“Yes, you made that perfectly clear. Is this like your ‘thing,’ Rumlow because if it is, I don’t–” You started to say before he captured your lips again.

After a kiss that made your toes curl, he replied as he positioned himself next to you, “You think I like losin’ money like I did today, doll? No, I don’t. But I do really like you though, enough to let you punch me in the face and tug on my hair.”

You rolled onto your side and let his warm gold eyes rake all over your naked body. He let his top teeth bite down onto his bottom lip as you replied, “You like me enough to let Cody keep his job?”

Pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger while giving you a hard eye roll, he said, “I guess he can keep his job, baby. But I don’t wanna see his hands on you again, you got that?!”

“Ok, Brock. I’ll make sure you won’t see it.” You replied with a wink.

“You really do like bein’ a brat, don’t ya? Ok, just for that…you’re gonna clean up this mess you made all over my mat. Cody ain’t here to do it so you can do it.” He said, pointing his finger at you.

You shook your head aggressively.

“Nope! YOU can do that, Mr. Rumlow. I didn’t do all of this, you helped too!” You replied.

Brock sat up and started to put his t-shirt back on.

“And what makes you think I’m gonna clean up YOUR mess, doll?” He asked.

As you slipped your leggings and the rest of your clothes back on, you leaned in, kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, “Because after you’re finished with that…I’ll show you what MY tongue can do to YOU. I’ll be in the shower!”

Your words left Brock stunned as you turned to walk out of the ring. With your back facing him, you started to walk toward the locker room with the sound of quick moving feet hot on your heels.

You got a pretty decent workout today after all.

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[serqphites]

hiiii katie!! i’ve been in a massive longlegs phase (mostly bc of lee let’s be honest) and your blog has been a GODSEND 🤍 i’ve been thinking of writing a lee fic for a while but i had a lil idea that i wanted to send your way 🤭

i cannot get over the idea of wife!lee with r on a beach trip—especially if her wife fucking loooves it. she’s not a huge fan of going to the beach (her autistic ass does not fuck with sand) but she’ll go every couple of years bc ofc she’s going to deal with it for her woman!!!!! she’d sit on the beach watching r letting herself get absolutely DEMOLISHED by waves and she thinks it’s cutie af. she will (VERY reluctantly) get in the water once her twice but if something touches her leg? she’s screaming like he arm is getting chopped off she would HATE THATTT.

lol that’s all!! i just love ur blog and i would love to see u expand on this because ur like The Lee Harker Blog Ever for me :) much love 🤍🤍

— gracie

hello gracie !! oh my god PLEASE write a lee fic i will reblog it until the day that i die. also so honoured you wanted to send this my way hello?? i could cry 🫶 AND THEN YOU ALSO SAID IM THE LEE HARKER BLOG FOR YOU?? sobbing throwing up rolling around on the floor literally deceased

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lee fucking HATESSSS the beach (girl me too) her autistic ass can’t handle it. the sand sticking to her? AHHHHH. the water that’s freezing and lowkey stinks? FUCKKKKK. yeah no this really isn’t for her.

except for the fact it now is because her wife loves it arguably more than she loves her!!

god i can just picture it now, you’re walking onto the beach so fucking happy to finally be back after not going for ages (lee cried and locked herself inside the house the last time you tried to go), and then there’s lee… 🧍‍♀️ girly is just stood on the pathway that leads up to the sand, your bags and folded up towels in hand as she refuses to take just one little step forward onto the sand.

you have to push her to the spot you’d like your towels placed

lee sits on her towel and doesn’t move, she won’t even uncross her legs. she’s just sat awkwardly leaning over the towel so she can make you a sandcastle <3 she’s using various children’s tools she’d ordered from amazon to build, picking up the shells around her to turn them into decoration.

she’s so proud of herself when you come back from the water for a drink 😭 “honey! look what i made you” and she’s all shyyyy

also lee is 100% the kind of person to write your initials in a heart in the sand, and not small too she wants it to be seen by everyone, just so they all get the message (aka “stop staring at my wife’s ass you pervs”).

ice creams on the beach!!! lee is so mad at the wasps swarming her LMAOOO you’re actually petrified so you’ve moved, poor lee is trying to be brave and impress you but if they get too close she drops her act to scream like a child.

after hours of trying to convince her to get into the water, she finally agrees! you lead her to the water (despite her purposefully moving slower than a sloth) and let go of her hand to make your way in, assuming she’d follow.

🧍‍♀️”i don’t want to :/”

SHES SO CUTE I CANT IM LITERALLY ABT TO CRY JUST THINKING ABT HER

“come on baby you can do it! it’s just water!” you attempt to encourage her, and surprisingly it works. lee veryyy slowly starts inching her way towards the water, a wave crashing into her ankle just as she does so. she makes various weird noises, you know when you eat something that feels like it’s just come straight out of a volcano? it sounds something like that.

but hey she’s doing it! she’s walking towards you with a big smile on her face, your expression mirroring her own. that is until lee feels something slimy wrapping around her leg, imagine the scream she lets out when she glances down to discover there’s a green alien trying to worm its way inside of her (there’s seaweed on her leg).

my girl runs for the hills. screaming like she’s being tortured before dropping onto the sand and swatting her attacker away (which is again, seaweed).

you make your way over to her in an instant, removing the seaweed from her leg as you stifle a laugh. the woman, your wife, now caked head to toe in sand… even the poor girls eyelashes have sand in them.

“can we go home please?” poor baby :(

once you’ve returned to the comfort of your own home, lee gets the most cuddles she’s ever gotten from you in her life. despite her silliness (not silliness, she was very viciously attacked by aliens) you’re still so incredibly proud of her for facing her fears and going on a fun little adventure with you.

[aliciavance4228]

Basically how this concept initially appeared in order to define how "women's rage", despite of being oftenly labeled by societal standards as irrational or a sentiment women should repress, is one of the main reasons why we started to fight for equality and rightfully call out the injustices women went through throughout history only for a bunch of contemporary books to take this idea and turn it into a commonplace trope without form or substance for commercial reasons and label anything a female character is confronting with as "female rage" regardless of context?

Something… deeply uncomfortable about how “female rage” is a trope, it’s hard to explain…

[fairlyang]

Death of me 🏹

w/c: 2.2K

pairing: kate bishop x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. teasing, strap usage, sucking her strap, fucking, daddy kink, orgasm denial, somno mention

notes: my text series💔💔 could only save this one bc I actually wrote it down on wattpad</33

Y/n💕

whatcha doingggg

Katie💜

watching hallmark movies w lucky

Y/n 💕

ew-🤢🤢

Katie💜

why:(

Y/n💕

they're corny af

Katie💜

but but romance:(

Y/n💕

we can find you better romance movies baby...

Katie💜

Well what are you doing?

Y/n💕

nothing much

wanna see something?

Katie💜

sure angel<3

Y/n💕

:D

You quickly snapped a picture of yourself in a purple matching set with a white cardigan. You sent it and she immediately responded.

Katie💜

NOT AGAIN

FUCKING SHIT

speechless

Y/n💕

I love leaving you speechless <3

Katie💜

You won't keep getting away w this...

god you're killing me

Lucky is looking at me weird for groaning

I'm getting on my knees for you rn

Y/n💕

love the sound of that..

but I wanna see it fr

Katie💜

yeah really?

want me to come over huh?

Y/n💕

maybe...

I want your head between my thighs eating me out desperately like you always do and I wanna pull on your hair to feel you moan against me

Katie💜

that's what I wanted to hear

good girl

I'm coming over

Y/n💕

lucky????

Katie💜

he'll be fine

he already ate his pizza and I walked him

Y/n💕

Actually y'know what nvm

maybe tmrw

Katie💜

you're fucking joking right?

no no no no we're doing this tonight

Y/n💕

I'm tired

Katie💜

I'm tired:(

my ASS

THEN WHY DID YOU TEXT ME

AND SEND ME THAT PIC

you were not tired at all

Y/n💕

well now I am:(

Katie💜

you better be fucking joking

do you want me to beg?

Y/n💕

I wouldn't be opposed...

Katie💜

HA YEAH RIGHT

I'm five mins away

Y/n💕

??????

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You were lying in bed when you sent that last text and you were petrified of the thoughts, ideas, Kate was thinking of right now.

You've been teasing her for days on end lately and she hasn't been playing too much with you because of it.

In general anyway.

But now, she was coming over.

Lord knows the things she has in mind now.

You took off the cardigan you had on and threw it on to your dresser before getting up and opening your bedroom door.

Excited but also anxious to see what Kate comes up with tonight. Or the type of mood she's in.

Giving or taking.

You plopped back onto your bed and calmed your nerves, laying down against your pillows and made yourself think she'd go easy on you.

Suddenly your thoughts are washed away when you hear the front door of your apartment open. "Oh you think you're so funny don't you?" Kate's voice echos through the apartment, waltzing in before making her way towards your room as you sat up and watched her.

You bit the inside of your cheek and gulped, the raised eyebrow was seen from afar and with just that you knew this wasn't going to go like you wanted.

She walked into your room wearing a hoodie and grey sweatpants, the bulge of her strap making a very noticeable indent that had you salivating. "C'mere, you tease." She says and you move to the edge of the bed.

She shakes her head and takes a step back, you hop off the bed, getting on your knees in front of her. You look at her crotch, her purple strap barely being visible through the light grey sweats she loves to tease you with.

"Look at you already acting like a good girl as if you haven't been bratty all fucking week." She mocks making you shiver, eyes still on her bulge.

"Look at me." She says and you bite your lip, slowing looking up to meet her pretty blue eyes.

She bucks her knees down a bit and brings a hand down to cup your cheek softly, the opposite of her tone when she spoke, "Tell me how desperate you've been for my attention."

She sounded so demanding, so bossy, so fucking hot.

You were unsure on if you should just keep up with the brattiness or not. Deep down you knew you weren't going to give her what she wanted.

That was too easy.

And you were technically already in some deep shit for the amount of teasing you'd been doing.

She promised some 69 last night and it didn't end up happening so you wanted to tease her again today.

Didn't work out as expected and now you didn't know how to play this.

Suddenly she pulls her hand away and snaps her fingers in front of your face, "Tell me."

You gulp and right there decide your fate and slowly shake your head no.

Her eyebrow arose again and her eyes went wide, nearly falling out as soon as you moved. "Ah so that's how we're playing it tonight huh angel?" She scoffs and moved a hand down her body, leaving it right on top of her bulge.

Your mouth watered and you watched with amusement and excitement in your eyes as she slowly started stroking it through her sweats.

You kept your mouth closed and your heart was racing just looking at her hand stroking her strap, the ultimate tease.

A silent rule to watch and that you weren't allowed to touch.

Mostly to see how long it'd take for you to break. Then she'd decide where to go from there.

An endless cycle from the amount of times you've had the urge to be bratty.

And it happened very often.

But she never complained. She secretly loved it if anything. She loved the so called "challenge" of testing you.

Seeing how far you could stick with your decisions before you beg for her to do something. Or let you do something.

Like right now where she could tell you wanted her cock. The way your lip trembled, eyes darkened, and the biggest indicator being how you squeezed your thighs together.

She wasn't going to break.

She never did.

If Kate was anything it was stubborn and in a situation like this, it always worked in her favor.

And you always broke.

"Kate please-" you burst out and she only scoffs, then clicks her tongue before speaking.

"That's a new score angel." She teases softly before bringing both hands on the waistband of her sweats and pulls them down.

Her cock springs up and you immediately put your hands on it but she shakes her head. "Stick your tongue out for me."

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out while letting go of the strap. She grabs it and smacks the tip on your tongue one time then again and again.

You flutter your lashes at her making her groan and tilt her head back. "God you look so fucking hot." She moans and looks back down at you.

"Gonna take my cock like the dirty girl you are, aren't you?" She murmurs and you nod.

You open your mouth and she thrusts her hips forward, making you instantly gag until she pulled back. She continued thrusting into your mouth but did it slowly.

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and made you take all of it until you were gagging on it again. You closed her eyes and felt her hands on the back of your head leaving no chance for you to escape but just accept your fate.

You take the entirety of her cock until she finally felt nice enough to let go of you and lets you pull away. A string of saliva dripped down to your chin then to your tits. "So fucking hot." She groans and wipes the saliva off your lips and puts her hand on her cock.

She strokes it, adding the saliva she picked up turning you on so much more than you were before.

You stick your tongue out and she slaps the tip on it again while you make direct eye contact with her.

"That's my pretty girl. So perfect and good when she wants to be." She coos making you squeeze your thighs together.

Your wetness seeping through your panties because you just couldn't help yourself.

"Let me use that mouth of yours angel." She murmurs before lowering her strap and placing it in your mouth.

You start sucking on it and stroking what you can't fit at first until you slowly but surely take all 8 inches. That's when Kate starts thrusting her hips forward purposely making you gag on it. You close your eyes and she continues, slow at first but then gradually increasing her pace.

She's moaning as she's fucking your face and you so badly want to see her face. So you open your eyes and look up at her, ignoring the tears that are forming and take the throat fucking she's giving you.

She looks down at you and her eyes rolls back. Her hands went back down to your head, making you stay still while she thrusts her hips faster.

The room is filled with the sounds of your gagging and Kate's moans and praises.

You not so secretly loved when Kate would do this, because she's definitely not forcing you, she just knows you too well to know how much you love this.

Suddenly she lets go of you and you take a deep breath before she quickly pulls you up from the floor and pushes you to the edge of the bed. She makes you lay down flat on your stomach with your feet still on the floor.

She lets go of you and takes a few second to admire you. Looking at the pretty purple lacy panties you wore with the matching bra, just for her.

Her hands go down to the thin waistband of the panties and slowly slides it down. You spread your legs a little and feel cold air against your slit as she brings it all the way down.

Your wetness completely drenched the panties and she didn't have the patience for more foreplay. You looked just about ready to take her and she desperately wanted to fuck you.

And she was luckily feeling nice and didn't feel the need to ask you to beg for it.

So she first rubbed the tip along your folds, wanting to lubricate it with your juices. She then slapped it from your slit and even down to your clit making you squirm.

"Fuck-" you moan and lift your ass up, desperately needing her inside you.

She then pulled back a bit and liked the tip to your entrance. At first making it seem like she'll take it slow and right when you were gonna complain about the torture she slammed into you.

"So tight for me huh pretty girl? Been needing daddy's cock?" Kate groans pulling out before pounding into you.

"FUCK — F-Fuck yes- yes daddy." You moan out and she moans, hands now gripping onto your hips while she thrusts her hips into yours.

"Dirty fucking girl." She groans and fucks you harder.

You let out a cry and nod your head. You bring your arms up and leave them in front of your face then place your head on them so she could hear your moans properly.

"Fuck daddy- always f-fucking me s-so good." You whimper making her moan.

"Sound so pretty angel. Just for me huh?" She purrs and you feel yourself clench around her cock.

"Only for you baby." You mumble and she starts slamming her cock into you harder.

You choked up and let out cries while she now starting hitting your g spot. "Holy fuck- oh god please-" you cried out and stuck your ass up.

Not even a second later her hand connected to your left cheek and you felt a hot sting before feeling it on the other side as well. "Shit!" You hissed then sighed when she massaged it.

"Taking my cock so well baby girl." She groans and smacks one cheek after the other.

"Fuck daddy." You cry and grip the blanket on your bed with one hand while the other is keeping your head up.

You felt that all too familiar feeling in your abdomen and you were trying your hardest to not fall because your legs were starting to shake.

It felt so good and it was like she hasn't done this in months but in reality it's only been a week maybe a little more but that was too much time without her fucking you.

Pure torture but all the brattiness paid off.

Until she stopped.

You whined and turned around when she pulled her cock out. "Kateeee-"

"You think you were gonna get rewarded for your bratty attitude all week? You're crazy." She says and smacks your ass again.

She then grabs your legs and helps you on the bed making you glare at her. She shrugs and gives you a face before she hops in next to you.

You were so fucking close and she just stopped????

What kind of psycho does that???

You faced away from her but that didn't stop her from first taking your bra off then from wrapping her arms around you.

You still felt her cock against your ass so you had a feeling she was plotting.

And oh was she.

She grabbed her cock and lined it up to your entrance making you gasp. "Maybe I should just cockwarm you all night... bet you'd love the feeling of being stuffed while you're asleep." She purrs into your ear and you felt goosebumps all over your body.

"Yes please- fuck please." You cried and she slipped it in.

"Maybe I'll move once you start falling asleep..." she trails on and you instantly closed your eyes.

"Do I have your consent?" She asks making you scoff.

"Absolutely- the least after what you did to me." You mutter and she smacks your thigh before wrapping her arm around your stomach.

[legalbrat]

hello sharks i'm clover (she/her, 25+) and i'm here today to unfortunately introduce you all to the biggest karen read fanboy(??) and future rob kardashian (minus the dying) of yeonhwa, lee minseong! if you love having high blood pressure and unresolved anger issues, he's YOUR man now 🫶🖤 currently in his 2L in law school and absolutely suffering, come help him mask the pain!!!! feel free to check out his about page + plots if you'd maybe 🥺👉👈 be interested in writing together & smash that fuckin like button and i'll come bug u in ur dms !!!! ALSO feel free to add me on discord at jungwooyap because i love to yap just like this guy!! looking forward to everything yeonhwa has to offer and plotting with you all :')

ok so i originally wasn't gonna put anything here but y'all are doing it so now i gotta think of something too

still in his party phase even as a 25 year old in law school. lame and dusty we know he should've been over this even before 1L

literally interrupting everyone all the time

the self absorbedness aspect is a little bit true but the performance part of it is more true because he's just internally petrified of even the existence of the idea of rejection

highkey tho he's really smart like he nailed his lsat in one try

CURRENTLY LOOKING FOR A ROOMMATE!!!!!!! his other one just left to go do military service and lowkey didn't like minseong anyways bc uhhhhh he annoyin af :/

will often treat people to food/alcohol and justify it as it being on him because someday he'll be samsung's corporate lawyer, whatever that means

yes he did in fact make a university meme account and it's probably canon that everyone in yeonhwa knows he did it but the rest of the uni doesn't dfjkghfjg

not important but went to international school but his mom studied abroad in australia so sometimes his accent in english is a weird mishmash of ameraussie

it's canon that he's known for doing this bernie sanders impression

hyperbolically tells everyone "kys" 500 times a day

all if all this fails, he'll always be your future lawyer friend<3 (or hater. go to jail bitch)

[polish-art-tournament]

round 2.6 poll 2

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Schronienie przed burzą (Refuge before a storm) by Paweł Merwart, 1880:

propaganda: it's cute :')

about the artist: yoo this guy apparently was sent to investigate a volcano and died bc it erupted on him. *insert "mission status: sick" meme here*

Śmierć każdego ułagodzi (Death appeases all) by Marian Wawrzeniecki, 1898:

propaganda: well it's metal af, but I think for me it's the audacity in her posture. She's Death. She is way above any concept of nudity you might have. She's going to make you think about dying and sexuality at the same time. You're petrified for your life, but you're looking at the familiar shape of her body.

[historicalasiandramas]

Hello, I forgot what font I was using again! Just pretend that each time it's a new font, it's actually the old font possessing it. You know, like how souls shift in this show.

ANYWAY!! LOTS OF STUFF HAPPENING! Mostly funny, but also some that hit you like a train. We start off the episode with the night Jang Uk was born. Head Maid Kim rushes to help as Lady Do-hwa struggles to give birth.

Meanwhile, Jang Gang is pondering the scroll left by the king before they switched bodies.

He recalls that the king thanked him for allowing him to have a wonderful 7 days in a body that isn't failing. The king reminded Jang Gang of the divination that was done at his coronation. This prophecy said that the king would be granted a son who had the energy of the King Star.

Jang Gang goes outside to look at the sky, but clouds are covering the moon. It's dark and the wind is blowing. We get it! You are overcome with darkness in the realization that the king used your body to fuck your wife!

Speaking of divination, the way they do it in Daeho is really cool! The priest (?) places a disk of the constellations in water and it reacts to the magical device above, allowing him to see everything up close.

Back the Jang family estate, it seems like Uk has refused to speak since the beating. Head Maid Kim tells Mudeok that it's not Jang Uk's body that hurts - it's his heart. The leader of Songrim was like a father to him, and being banished feels like he was rejected AGAIN. Even so, she still goes to her Young Master and says that he should be happy that he got flogged because that means Master Heo's torrent of energy can't be retrieved immediately. Which means more time to train!

Jang Uk is silent, so Mudeok tries a different approach and asks if he's OK. He is! He's just a stupid young man who declares that he will make them all beg to take him back to Songrim. Mudeok calls this stupidity, but he calls it courage. He casually mentions that it's extremely hot, but Mudeok doesn't feel warm at all. She tests the water and finds that it, too, is extremely hot.

Mudeok realized that the flogging caused the torrent of energy to surge faster. She explains that first Jang Uk will feel like he's burning up. Then, he will feel like his body is encased in ice. If he keeps breathing like Master Seo, Uk will be able to claim the energy as his own. However, the energy surges faster than Mudeok expects and Jang Uk starts to freeze.

In order to keep him from falling asleep and freezing to death, Mudeok must keep him warm and not fall asleep herself.

Back at Songrim, Yul and Jang-gu both beg Uncle to take Uk back. Yul says that nobody will train him anyway, since he's been banished. Uncle gets annoyed and tells them to stop talking about him and focus on the soul shifter case instead. The spy that was killed previously has completely petrified now. The subs call it "running wild" when a soul shifter loses control but I'm not really sure what the Korean phrase they're using is.

Anyway, if a soul shifter loses control, they will need to absorb the life force of living humans. Yul says that soul shifters are no better than evil spirits and understands why the alchemy of souls is considered a forbidden art. Master Heo says that it wasn't originally considered a type of sorcery, since in order to do it, one must be a mage with godlike powers. Mastering hwansu, the art of turning fire to ice and vice versa, is not something a human would be able to do.

But apparently Songrim's founder did. And one other person. Jang-gu asks who, but Master Heo says he wouldn't know the name even if he told him. SUS AF! Everyone wonders who would perform the alchemy of souls on this guy, when Uncle's Right Hand Guy (sorry dude, I don't know your name) mentions that the victim was originally supposed to record constellations at Cheonbugwan. EVEN MORE SUS. Uncle orders the boys to keep an eye on Cheonbugwan.

Then we see THIS GUY breaking into the Jin estate. The birds start screaming, and he calms them with a spell.

Also! Apparently all the Jin guards are women!! Mystery Man seems to be blind and stops them all with only magic, no weapon. He goes directly to the Jin vault and calls out to Sapsali, the spirit dog, which enters the body of a REAL dog!

Back at the Jang estate, Mudeok finds herself nodding off and realizes the best way to keep Uk warm is to use her own body heat. Oho, so we're doing that trope, huh? He says that if he dies, Mudeok should take the torrent of energy for herself. "If I could, I would've killed you and taken it already." Uk complains that he's already freezing to death, so her coldhearted reply was unnecessary. He tells her to say something heartwarming instead, but Mudeok refuses. When Jang Uk's eyes start to close, she relents and tells him a story about a tree near where she grew up and the bird's nest at the top of it.

She says that she is the egg: she knows no one and is powerless. Jang Uk is like the mother bird who sits on the egg, keeping it warm until it's ready to hatch. Jang Uk is gonna catch feels faster than a house catches on fire. When they wake up in the morning, Uk tries to open his father's sword but is unsuccessful. He's not ready yet. To unsheathe a mage's sword, one needs to master ryusu, and be able to push energy outward.

He is desperate to unsheathe it and be welcomed back into Songrim, but asks Mudeok if that would be stupid. She throws his words from the bath back at him and says it's courage. Little do either of them know, the Crown Prince (CP) has arrived! Dang-gu is also on his way to visit Uk since he's worried, but Yul and Cho Yeon tagged along. The CP and the Four Seasons, all in one place! What could possibly go wrong? :)

CP is here for Naksu's sword, as the king decreed that it should be in the care of Cheonbugwan. In the absence of Jang Gang, Jin Mu should be the one to watch over it. After exchanging glances with Mudeok, Uk agrees and says he'll have it brought right away. As head Maid Kim turns to leave, CP also demands Jang Gang's sword. Oh I hate him! He insists that it was never entrusted to Uk and that the palace will hold onto the sword until a new Gwanju is found.

I know it's because I'm a person of modern times, but I deeply desire to deck this man in the face. Jang Uk is more calm than I would've been and simply says that he cannot obey. "As you know, no one acknowledges him as my father. It will not bode well for me if I lose that sword as well." CP decrees that they should duel for it.

This is a man who is trained by the second most powerful state sanctioned mage, challenging a guy who JUST got access to magic. CP knows that Jang Uk can't win, and is using his political power to try to make him give up the sword. Slimy!

CP tries to make it look like he's giving Jang Uk a fair fight, but even Mudeok tries to stop Jang Uk from the duel. Her words from before ("it's not stupidity, it's courage") have bolstered him, so he won't back down. CUE ELECTRIC GUITAR! I really love the music choices for fight scenes in this show.

Uk does better than you'd expect for one without martial arts training, but CP hits him over and over again. They're using wooden swords, but that still hurts! Again and again, he gets hit and it's revealed that was Jang Uk's intention all along. What made the energy surge in the first place?

If being flogged is what gave Uk access to the energy in the first place, he resolves to withstand as much of CP's hits as possible. Unfortunately, CP is an excellent fighter and disarms Uk in no time. Just as he's about to issue the finishing blow, Mudeok intervenes.

She tosses chamber pot water towards CP, and he jumps back to avoid being splashed. He is immediately furious with her intervention and demands to know who she is. Jang Uk apologizes for his maid's interference, but points out that CP still stepped over the line. Which means technically, he lost the duel.

Just as the rest of the Four Seasons arrive, CP agrees to leave the sword, but demands punishment for Mudeok's insolence. He unsheathes his real sword and attempts to slay her on the spot. But something miraculous happens: Uk is able to unsheathe his father's sword and protect her!!!

He even break's CP in half. As CP stares at his broken sword, Uk stares at the one in his hand in disbelief.

CP berates Uk for "deceiving" everyone by saying he can't use spells, but he hastily explains that isn't true. And then the sword starts glowing and Uk's arm moves of its own accord to point the sword at CP.

This is seen as a challenge, and everyone clamors to tell him to put it down. But he can't! Now that the energy is unlocked, he can't control it and starts wildly swinging at CP. A regular sword won't protect him, so CP unsheathes his own mage sword to protect himself.

Jang Uk has no control, but his sword arm is clearly going for a death blow. CP turns his blade into the killing position and readies to kill Jang Uk. This time, Yul is the one who intervenes.

Dang-gu takes this opportunity to spring forward and take the sword out of Uk's hand, but that doesn't stop him from getting hit. Uk can't control his hand and while everyone is trying to hold his arm down, Cho Yeon binds his arm with one of her bracelets.

CP demands that she unbind him so that he can continue to fight. Yul says that Uk is no match for CP, but he states that they all saw Uk point a sword at him. It's only right that he die for threatening royalty. Dang-gu tries to defend Uk by saying that it wasn't his fault, as the magic is out of Uk's control and that even he got hit. CP tells Dang-gu to shut his mouth.

Cho Yeon then says the most ballsy thing of all: CP wielded a sword against Uk first. CP will not tolerate the Four Houses standing against him and refuses to go home. He challenges all 4 of them at once. They start whispering amongst themselves and Dang-gu mentions that they can't make it look like they're standing against royalty.

Yul says that it was Cho Yeon who provoked CP. She refuses to take blame (AS YOU SHOULD QUEEN) and then asks if they should just give Uk up to be killed. Meanwhile, CP's servant advises that he shouldn't fight the 4 heirs of Daeho and that his father the king would be furious if he learns of this fight. Seeing everyone at a standstill, Mudeok offers herself up as a sacrifice and starts the hilarious piss-drinking battle.

As expected, it's Yul who makes the CP finally stand down and leave. Dang-gu believes that he'll def be back to get revenge, though. This is what spurs Mudeok to action again. She grabs her sword and offers it to CP, but her wording is a bit cheeky. He asks if she's giving him shit because he lost.

"What? Nooo my loser Young Master is the one who lost." This seems to soothe his hurt pride, so Mudeok lays it on even thicker.

It's extremely effective and obvious that CP loves this. He asks what her name is and she tells him. He gives her the nickname "Dong Mudeok" which is a play on 똥물 (ddong mul, poop water), since she threw chamber pot water at him. She sheepishly rubs her hands when he tells her she reeks, but continues the bit by thanking him for going out of his way to give her a nickname.

GIRL IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY MAKE HIM FALL FOR YOU I WILL BE SO MAD. Anyway, ofc this was all done to protect Jang Uk.

But like, how is she gonna get her sword back?? As she turns to go back into the house, she almost literally runs into Yul who saw the whole thing.

She's annoyed that he's on to her tactics, and says that she's dirty and Yul shouldn't stand so close to her. Instead, he offers his own handkerchief for her to clean herself with. Mudeok refuses it.

SPEAKING OF MEN IN LOVE (he's not yet, but the seeds are there), Jang Uk is frantically searching for Mudeok. He finds her washing up in the stream and immediately hugs her.

He's elated that after all these years, he was finally able to unsheathe his father's sword. She pats him on the back in congratulations.

The neck grab is a little unnecessary, but I get it! He's happy!

I feel like if Dang-gu saw this moment, he'd be extremely jealous. He & Yul have always had to be careful around Uk, but Dang-gu is def the touchy-feely guy of the group. He'd be fuming that Mudeok got Uk's first hug and not his best friend. Anyway, I can't believe they're not in love yet. I know it's too early but seriously. The way they're acting is so "destined lovers". Brought together by fate and literally cannot be apart. I cannot WAIT for them to catch feels for each other.

Meanwhile, the elders are convening because Gwigu, the relic with the dog spirit, was stolen. Interesting that they refer to it as Gwigu, but Mystery Man called it Sapsali. Maybe he's the one who created & named the dog spirit? Anyway, Madam Jin gives some important intel: only her family can open the door. Mystery Man clearly knew that, but Madam Jin thinks that the spirit was "summoned". What we saw was Mystery Man calling the spirit by name and it leaving with him willingly. It was phrased as a command, yes, but his voice was calm. I think the dog spirit responded because it recognized his voice.

Jin Mu takes this opportunity to say THEE most heinous thing in the episode thus far:

Like what a fucking evil thing to say! "Oh, the grief of losing your child has made you weak." She gives him the most murderous side eye and frankly, I wish they fought right there.

Master Heo won't stand for this slander and says that even if Jin Mu is an illegitimate son, he's still a Jin and shouldn't talk shit about his half-sister. But Jin Mu does not like Master Heo's chastising tone.

With Jang Gang gone, Jin Mu is the most powerful state-sanctioned mage in Daeho. He is CP's personal instructor and reports directly to the king. Before tempers rise too much, Songrim's Right Hand Man appears to announce that Jang Uk has arrived.

He is flanked by Head Maid Kim, Mudeok, Dang-gu, Cho Yeon, and Yul. Uncle demands to know why they brought Uk with them after he was banished. Uk holds up his sword and asks if Uncle remembers the promise he made when Uk was young: if he could unsheathe the sword, Uncle would accept him as his pupil. Uncle remains silent.

In front of everyone - and more importantly, in front of Jin Mu - Jang Uk unsheathes the sword.

Mudeok smirks in pride and I am a overcome with lust. I desire her carnally. Jin Mu is most taken aback, as he was under the impression that Uk had just opened his gate of energy. How has he progressed so quickly? Master Heo is extremely proud that his torrent of energy was absorbed so quickly. Madam Jin says that just like his father, Uk mastered Ryusu right away.

Uncle immediately notices that binding bracelet and asks what it is. Yul explains that the energy is concentrated in his right arm and since Uk can't control it, the binding bracelet ties the arm down. Uncle steps down to stand before Uk and demands that he take the bracelet off. As soon as he does, Uk's energy surges and he tries to hold it off with his other hand.

Uncle asks to see Uk hold his sword, and Uk reluctantly lets go of his arm. He tries to control his energy, but loses control and stabs Uncle.

It takes both arms to pull the sword out of Uncle's shoulder and Yul has to stop Uk from swinging again. Cho Yeon summons her binding bracelet back onto Uk's arm. Uncle says that there's no point in being able to unsheathe the sword of Uk can't even hold it. This devastates Uk and Cho Yeon interjects that even if he can't control it yet, Uk is still powerful enough to defeat the CP.

GIRL Y OU CAN'T SAY THAT IN FRONT OF JIN MU!! Madam Jin immediately recognizes the shit her daughter accidentally got Uk into and tells her to shut up. Uncle asks if it's true that Uk fought CP and broke his sword. Dang-gu tries to say that Uk didn't start the fight, but Uncle wants to hear directly from Uk if he pointed his sword at the CP or not. He answers in the affirmative.

Head Maid Kim rushes to explain that the fight was a bet to decide who would keep Jang Gang's sword. Jin Mu is NOT having it. Uk still threatened the CP, which is treason. Yul says that all Four Seasons were there and stopped Uk. Jin Mu says that they stood and watched CP be ridiculed, which is an insult to the royal family.

Uncle orders Uk to be locked up and he's dragged away. Jin Mu threatens Uncle and both he and his Right Hand Man stare at Mudeok before they leave. Thankfully, neither one can tell that she's possessed and they leave. Uk is in the same room that Naksu's body was in, since it has the highest security. Uncle visits him and speaks gently to him.

He gets the father figure-son interaction he so desperately craved. Uncle tries to use this connection to convince Uk to become a businessman instead of a mage. They'd both leave Songrim and open up their own store. Or maybe he could learn medicine from Master Heo. But none of this is what Uk wants, which ofc will put him in more danger.

"Why do you want to become a mage? Because your father was one? Do you want to become the next Gwanju?" He answers that he wants to and he will. That will show everyone who said that Jang Gang wasn't his real father! Uncle then delivers the final blow and says that Jang Gang was not his father. Jang Uk was the result of his mother's affair. Uk asks who is real father is, but Uncle says, "Who would know who your late mother had an affair with?"

Uncle runs into Mudeok & Head Maid Kim in the hallway and says that they should probably not disturb Uk right now. HMK notices that Uncle is still bleeding and charges Mudeok with taking Uk his food and chases after Uncle. Mudeok finds Uk with his back turned and silent. "Did he scold you that badly?" When she gets closer, she realizes that he's crying and immediately shuts up. As she turns to leave, the room's defense kicks in, making it impossible to leave. Jang Uk tells her to stay put and she silently obeys.

MEANWHILE! HMK and Uncle are flirting. He tells her that he broke Uk's heart and she says that must be more painful than getting stabbed. Uncle then asks if it would've been better if he said that Uk's father was him. He'd step down as leader of Songrim and open a business. HMK says that Songrim needs its leader. Wouldn't it be better if she said that she was his real mother? She & Do-hwa grew up in the same village, so it'd be better for Uk to return to his mother's hometown. They get into a play fight because Uncle says Do-hwa is the source of Uk's looks and no one would believe HMK was his mother.

She protests and says that if she's ugly, then there's no reason anyone would believe Uncle was Uk's real father either. He shoots back that he and Jang Gang were considered equal in looks back in the day. HMK's face is PRICELESS.

Jin Mu's Right Hand is shown carrying a spirit plaque and his underlings told him it belongs to Jang Uk. Mudeok is his maid and she was at the inn when they murdered the courtesan who had the spirit plaque. He begins to connect the dots and suspects that she's Naksu! He has to hold that thought cuz the soul shifter he's transporting is in danger of petrification if he doesn't get a soul soon. Unfortunately, the guy leading the horse comes to check in and his soul gets slurped up like a smoothie. Right Hand Guy has to figure out how to dispose of a corpse on the street now. Up on a hill, Mystery Man and his spirit dog sense forbidden sorcery afoot.

Back at Songrim, Master Heo praises Uk for mastering Ryusu, even if just in his right arm. Uk remains silent. Dang-gu tries to comfort him by saying that the CP will never become the next Gwanju and Uk almost breaks his silence. No matter what Master Heo or Dang-gu say, Uk will not utter a word. He has gone completely nonverbal. Mudeok notes that he also hasn't touched his food, and leaves.

She runs into Yul, who accuses her of always putting Uk in danger. "Will you separate him from me?" she asks. He says he will not because Uk always got what he wanted, and Mudeok always risked her life for him. He then offers her Jang Gang's sword and says "take it with you." Mudeok returns to Uk and slams down the sword. She's had enough of his moping around. He finally speaks and says that he won't train anymore, shocking Mudeok.

He says he gives up and will not do anything, and Naksu has no use for a pupil like that. She dissolves their Master-student relationship and he says that now she's just a maid. "Don't annoy me further or I'll sell you off." She's enraged but contains herself. Mudeok then immediately seeks Dang-gu for his help. She begs him to ask Master Heo to set up a meeting with Jin Mu, because she believes that this is the heart of what's causing Uk to be so despondent.

And so he does! Master Heo says that Uk is imprisoned and will be dealt with with Songrim law, but Jin Mu says that since royalty is involved, Cheonbugwan should be the one to handle Uk's punishment. Since they can't behead the only son of the Gwanju, then at least the arm that pointed a sword at the CP should be cut off. Dang-gu says that the fight was consensual and has Mudeok testify.

She confirms the fight was fair and says that if Jin Mu doesn't believe her, he should just have the CP and Jang Uk fight again. Master Heo & Dang-gu are immediately like "wtf" but Jin Mu falls for the bait. An official duel with an official judge will determine whether or not it was a fair fight. If Jang Uk is destined to be king, that means Mudeok is destined to be his queen. And holy shit, the way she flawlessly manipulates everyone is so good. Imagine a royal battle couple!!

Master Heo is confident that the CP won't agree to a formal duel because the royal family and Songrim mages have never dueled before. But, just as Mudeok hoped, he accepts. Mostly due to pressure from Jin Mu. Uncle was not informed and doesn't know why there are Cheonbugwan guards at Songrim. The official letter of challenge is delivered and if Jang Uk fails to answer, he will be transferred to Cheonbugwan for judgement.

Yul, Dang-gu, and Mudeok use this time to break Uk out of his cell. Mudeok asks if he'll still do nothing even when either his arm or his life are in danger. Uncle sends for Uk but finds the cell empty, and Yul and Dang-gu gone too. They helped the escape and a boat is waiting for Mudeok and Uk. It will take them to Naksu's hometown. Before they depart, Yul says, "You've put him in danger again." Mudeok replies, "And he'll get what he wants once more."

Uncle is seen kneeling before the king, who announces the duel will take place in the middle of next month. If Uk doesn't appear, he will lose his right to become the next Gwanju. On the boat, Uk realizes that Mudeok was behind everything. "You've poisoned me again, my crazy Master." She tells him to prepare himself for brutal training. No more warm baths! Mudeok is from Sari Village, so that's where she told Yul and Dang-gu they were headed. But Naksu trained in Danhanggok.

I see! So you're going to a remote location, just of the two of you. By the time y'all get back the sexual tension will be SO delicious. I'm so excited!

[local-chicken-man]

I'm sick af right now and kinda delirious so I have a question. What animal are you most scared of?? Me personally it is moose. Big, almost indestructible, rocks for feet and occasionally a crown of forks. Don't mess with that crap personally

I feel ya there…but we don’t see moose here in Pelican Town, so…now scorpions on the other hand? Those fucks petrify me. I saw one and I was like “hey, it’s not so bad” before that thing started scurrying fast as fuck towards me…total nightmare fuel. I’d never wish my worst enemy to be around a bunch of scorpions running on you. Hell nah.

[myreygn]

Joker headcanons because Book of Circus is just on my mind

taglist: @rachi-roo, @saddishhh

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insomniac af, frequent nightmares and night terrors, he often spends hours wandering around outside because the shadows in his tent won't leave him alone

lets the others sleep in his tent tho when they have nightmares and usually stays awake to watch over them

has never cried in front of his friends and would give his second arm to keep it that way

doesn’t like winter because Doll and Dagger can't manage to put on warm clothes and he's always running after them so they don't get sick

only gets sick once in a blue moon himself but when he does it's BAD, we're talking 'can't inhale without coughing my lungs out' bad

will try and pretend like everything is normal and he's doing just fine until either Jumbo grabs him and carries him to bed against his will or he passes out (usually both happens)

not much of a sweet tooth but absolutely weak for licorice (Dagger calls him a weirdo for it and honestly i agree but he likes what he likes)

had a near death experience once when he nearly choked on a juggling ball and laughed it off

does little magic tricks all the time to cheer up the younger circus members and the older ones won't admit it but they like to watch too

has the absolute craziest and spookiest stories for campfires and then always puts in a goofy twist at the end, always apologizes if he actually ends up scaring someone

it's very hard to make him laugh, most of his laughs are fake and you know it's genuine when he snorts because he would never do that on purpose (he hates it, he's so embarrassed and it's everyone's favorite sound in the world, Dagger especially will do anything to get it out of him)

hums lullabies to himself when he thinks he's alone

picked up reading and writing quickly when Kelvin took them in and is really good at it but has the ugliest effing handwriting you have ever seen

"Joker, what's the plan?" - "I wrote it down in here." - "Yeah I know, what's the plan?"

lowkey scared of the snakes, always scolding Snake when they get out and slither around freely

also scared of heights, Doll persuaded him to come up to the high wire once and he was petrified, she cooked something nice as an apology and never told anyone about it

met Snake on one of his nightly strolls once who got super freaked out because he had never seen Joker with his hair down

doesn't really like letting his hair down or taking his make up off around other people, it makes him feel vulnerable

addresses everyone as love when he lies and everyone has seen through it but no one has the guts to confront him about it so they always just kinda glance at each other when he does it

super observant to details and changes in his surroundings but really oblivious to subtle interactions between people that don't involve him directly (glances, hand signs, slight changes in facial expression as a reaction to something etc)

can't swim

makes really nice flower crowns and likes gifting them to the others, calls everyone who wears theirs blossom prince/blossom princess

Dagger beats him at arm wrestling and it's the bane of his existence (Dagger won't shut up about it)

gets beaten a lot actually: Dagger and Jumbo are stronger, Snake, Wendy and Peter outrun him and Doll and Beast are better at balancing (whenever it gets brought up he's just like "well yeah but i got all the brain cells" and then he gets ganged up on and tickled by everyone until he has to tap out)

he always had an ear for music and was really happy that he could learn an instrument after getting a second hand, Peter and Wendy carved his flute for him and he carries it everywhere

makes up nicknames for everyone and they all think it's because he likes giving them but most of the time he just can't remember people's actual names (he wanted the circus troupe to have names connected to their acts so he wouldn't forget them as easily)

the younger circus members bring him a lot of gifts, things they made from scratch or stuff like rocks and snail houses they find outside, and he keeps every single gift in a locked box

[fictionkinfessions]

I have never stopped thinking about you and it eats at me. It hasn't gotten any easier. I just need to know how to make it stop.

I could be living a better life here. I need to stop. I need to stop focusing on what I didn't do. Or what I could've done better. But I can't, and it consumes me, and I need you. I miss you. I'm so lost.

Was that what you wanted me to admit? Did you win? Are you happy?

I'll never have the strength to face you, Ratchet. Nothing I have to say would matter — I couldn't do it. I think of it and I'm petrified. I'd want to lash out. I'd be cruel. I don't want to be cruel to you.

I loved you. I don't know how I feel anymore, but af some point i loved you. I didn't do what I did because of that, but it was always in the back of my mind — you were so beautiful and talented and better than me and you cared so much and I will never get over this.

Terribly sorry for the inconvenience.

#🫀🪚☕️

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[grucylover]

A scene from my fanfic I’m writing. hope I’m getting it ‘right’ lol it’s from DM2 Gru and Lucy getting engaged, there’s a whole more that goes on but yeah lol spoiler!!!!! I have no idea what I’m doing, I’m not a writer or anything so it’s not great but yeah… lol 🤷🏻‍♀️……

Margo, Edith and Agnes were helping Gru get ready in their bedroom. The black suit and tie he was wearing fitted him rather well over his teddy bear framed torso. Tonight wasn't just any old night, or even one of Gru and Lucy's many typical dates, it was there 147th date to be exact, there special number, Gru remembered.

'No one really knew why it was there special number, but it just was, maybe one day we will find out'.

"There..now it looks perfect," Margo said finishing up straightening Grus blue bow tie. ''And oh, do you have the ring?'' She asked him beaming.

Though Gru could feel the weight of the box in his right pocket of his suit, he still checked for the thousandth time, it was of course, still there. He was just simply, nervous AF and he's brain was going at one thousands miles a second.

Gru - "Check".

Edith - ''The flowers?''

Gru - "Check, check''.

Agnus - ''The candy?".

Gru - "Check, check, check!".

Gru then picked up the the pink heart shaped box of chocolates from the girls desk he had brought for Lucy, somehow the box felt lighter. He had a peak inside and frowned.

'"Oh I accidentally ate one or two..or maybe it was three or four, five....", Agnes said so innocently now counting her fingers.

"Blurgh, seriously Agnes", Gru said rolling his eyes but smirking to himself and placed them back down on there desk. Luckily, he seen the funny side of it and he couldn't be mad with his sweet little Agnes, especially with her puppy dog eyes. He hoped that Lucy would understand why some of her heart-shaped chocolates were missing as there was nothing he could do about it now. Kids will be kids and all.

Gru glanced at himself in the girls dressing table mirror and took a deep breath, 'this was it big guy, no turning back now'.

This was the night when it would all begin, well hopefully. Gru was going to ask his partner in crime, his girlfriend, the love of his life, the rookie agent herself that is Lucy Wilde, to marry him, at the place they did their very first mission, Paradise Mall. He had something quite 'spectacular' planned aswell. Well, he hoped Lucy would think it was something quite 'spectacular' anyway.

Gru and the girls had been organising this special moment for the past few months now. Ever since the day he told them he thought about marrying Lucy and got there blessings, the girls couldn't wait to get stuck in and come up with all sorts of ideas. They really loved her, she was like a real mum to them and that's all they ever really wanted. A mother figure to complete their family and missing puzzle piece, especially Agnes.

Gru was scared, like really petrified. They had been 'dating' for just over shy of two years now and had passed many milestones in their relationship such as, the first date, insecurity's, intimacy, asking Lucy to be his girlfriend and to move in with him, but nothing came quite as close and committed as this, asking her to be his wife, to spend the rest of there lives together in his 'mad house' as he called it.

'What if she said no. Ugh!'. The thought was nearly unbearable to him right now.

"You guys think I really shud be doin' dis?...what if I make a nut job of myself and she says no?".

"We have been over this so many times Gru, it will all be fine and she will say yes, we just know it". Margo said rolling her eyes but reassuring the middle aged man.

Agnes - " You lover her, you love her, you really, really love her and I want to be a flower girl".

Edith - "Eeeewww gross".

Gru also rolled his eyes at his daughter's wild fantasies, I mean, she still could say 'no'. Why would she want to marry this 'bold', 'ugly' guy with the weird nose, he insecurely thought.

"The suit and tie?, do I look guud or.....too formal?". He turned to the girls but then turned back to the mirror, now straightening up his suit jacket once more as an argument took place in his head over it.

"Yesssss, It will show Lucy that you're really serious about all of this, like we have been over. You look great Dad". Margo persisted.

'Dad', it was always serious when they called him that.

.........................................

"Now gorls, it's time for bed, remember what we said, don't be waiting up for me to geet home and be good for da minions, I will see yu in da morning and tell yu all about it ok..". Gru said to the trio.

Margo, Edith and Agnes climbed into their bomb beds and chatted amongst themselves on what the possible outcome could be for Gru and Lucy tonight. Will she say yes or would she say no. That was the million dollar question on everybody's lips.

He tucked the girls up individually and kissed them all goodnight.

Edith - "Go get her Gru...".

"We'll be here Gru, waiting for you *yawn* - in the morning....". Agnes sleepily said whilst yawning and clutching her fluffy unicorn. Kyle (the dog?) was at the end of her bed rolling his eyes at the whole situation.

Margo was always the last one to be tucked in, so when it came to her turn she instantly threw her arms around her Father and placed a big kiss on his cheek.

"Good luck tonight Gru, we know you can do it...". He always loved the girls affection.

"We love you....Dad", the girls chorused. There was that magical word again, oh how his heart rendered. It must be his lucky night tonight if he got called "Dad", twice already.

"Goodnight my gorls, I love yu..". Gru said picking up the chocolates from there desk and took a few seconds to look on lovingly at his daughters, 'man, he loved them so much'. They had brought so much purpose and worth to his life, he would forever be thankful and he just couldn't imagine his life without them now, they were his.

He then switched out there bedroom light, shut there door behind him and made his way downstairs to let the Minions know the house rules so he could head out.

''Kevin Jerry, time for yu to watch de gorls, they are in bed, yu know de drill...".

"aaalllooommoooo", the two minions replied back to there boss. Atleast Gru knew what it meant, it sounded agreeing anyway….

[negrowhat]

Damn not Junior's zookeeper turning out to be shady af. Clearly Junior has never heard that man raise his voice because he looks absolutely petrified.

[darknoverse]

Antasma for the ask game 🙂

was waiting for this tbh lol

favorite thing about them

same as dreambert, the concept and design. also the fact that he's canonically so freakim itty bitty and pathetic yet he freakim petrified a WHOLE KINGDOM . like yes king slay

least favorite thing about them

the amount of WASTED POTENTIAL. much as everything in dream team but SPECIFICALLY ANTASMA LIKE PLEASE you can't just create a villain so cool but give em little screentime AND let bowser be the final boss (as if BIS didn't already establish character development) .

favorite line

idk his stupid screeches like SKREECHST like psst it's so funny

brOTP

honestly... i'm not sure .

OTP

canonically? none. you fools, you thought i was gonna sa Rosetasma. well yes but i'm going for canon and reality is disappointing lol

nOTP again, antasma/Dreambert or Antasma bowser . like i just don't see it at all going anyway other then rivals to enemies lol (also whatever he and bowser had is toxic af yo y'all i can rant about it for hours but not today )

random headcanon

he skreeches very loudly when he's happy idk i love him

unpopular opinion

(aside from AUs) half of the fandom seem to forget he's geniunely evil and calculating and all. like, idk the fact that most people geniunely act like he's like a sweet lil bby uwu UNIRONICALLY just ..yeah. it's mainly because the game doesn't show us much about him even, like we don't know much AT ALL compared to other villains,(like tbh i doubt he WASN'T gonna backstab bowser, i think he was just deadass using him . it was implied at least twice or thrice in the game. but got mad cuz BOWSER betrayed him first) but like EVEN with that there are few hints that he is a serious threat . like a VERY serious threat . idk had to let that out of my chest

song i associate with them

idk anything voltaire or phantom of the opera cuz- cuz yea

favorite picture of them

his overworld sprite is so tiny i'm sobbing /pos