#i'm tired of working because i'm always working and what is it getting me?

[loveliestdagger]

ask (bucky barnes x f!reader)

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summary: when, after a mission, the reader needs Bucky's help tending to her wounds.

word count: 1227

warnings: blood and injury, stab wound

a/n: feedback is always appreciated, especially since i'm thinking about writing another chapter. anyways...enjoy!!!

I hold onto the doorframe, putting as little weight on my leg as possible. the open wound stings, deepening into consistent pain jolting up the thigh and reverbing in my brain. I feel the blood dripping down my freshly washed body.

The nightgown is purposefully too short, showing the extent and severity of the cut. It starts mid thigh trailing down almost to the knee. It's deep too. Bucky sits on the edge of the bed, boots undone. His hair clings to his forehead with the same sweat that makes his bare chest glisten just as hard as his metal arm. If I didn't feel like dying I'd drool.

He takes note of my presence as soon as I open the bathroom door, straightening up. I can feel his eyes on me, burning in the raw flesh of my thigh. I register a millisecond of surprise and then his eyes raise to meet mine.

I don’t move. I should. I swallow in dry, returning his stare. My vision blurs and the hand that isn’t supporting me tremors uncontrollably – the only visible sign of my distress. He gets up, walking close enough that I can distinguish his eyes through the haziness. 

Sam had once joked every time I got injured I acted like a wounded animal. Unwilling to accept help, let alone ask for it. Running away to lick my wounds and coming back when everything is fine. 

Bucky stands in front of me, his lips pressed into a line. He analises me, knowing me too well already. "You need me to stitch it up." 

It’s not a question or a statement. It's the iteration of what I need to say but can’t. All I can muster is to not avoid his gaze, as my face burns and my knees falter.

Still, my eyes avoid his when I speak.

"I wouldn't ask if I-"

"You haven't." 

I let out a heavy breath, frustration intensifying the hot flashes surging through me as I retreat back into the bathroom. I'm going to bleed to death because I can’t bring myself to ask for help. Real mature. But his hand grasps mine, our fingers bruising almost intertwining before he settles his grip firmly on my wrist. When I decide to look back at him his gaze has softened.

"Ask." It’s a quiet, breathy sound. I’m tired and hurt and he's leaning into me, his warmth far more comforting than — could me. And I find myself holding onto his heart, the steady beating underneath my fingers. He draws circles on the inside of my wrist. The other hand rises to cup my cheek and I lean into it, shuddering breaths as his skin makes contact with mine. "Talk to me."

I crumble like a statue made to wait too long. 

"It hurts." I croak through the lump in my throat. It’s not what he wants me to say but it’s the truth. It’s the most sincere I’ve been in a while.

"I know baby." He says softly in my ear while his fingers brush the ends of my hair.

"I need help." I mutter.

"Then let’s get you some help." He guides me back inside the bathroom, his hand resting on the small of my back. The tactical gear is in a pile on the corner, along with blood soaked undergarments. Even the tiles underneath have a reddish hue to them, messily wiped in a pained haze. 

He motions for me to sit on the edge of the bathtub, leaving the room only when he’s sure I won't fall over. The lights are too bright and I'm suddenly very cold. When he comes back, with a medical kit that had to have taken up half of his bag, I’m gripping the edges of the tub.

He kneels in front of me, laying out his supplies. I watch him work, slowly, methodically and when he gazes back at me he looks unsure. His thumb trails the extent of the wound, gliding in the blood that keeps on pouring out and he watches me. His eyes roam my face in search of something. Then he looks at my thigh again, eyebrows knitted together as I hold my breath. He's looking for pain. And I'm sure I look pained. The edges of the wound are jagged and I can feel where the knife nicked the bone. It’s a dull ache, deep inside the leg. Incomparable with the searing pain of the cut itself which I feel burning at the edges like it's trying to knit itself back together.

"Just do it." I exhale. It’s when I notice I'm panting, my body so heavy I have to make a conscious effort to sit upright.

"I'll make it quick, I promise." His eyes crease with a sympathetic smile. His hand sliding to massage my calf. I manage a nod, my eyes threatening to close. 

I can’t resist the urge to lean over him, a content sigh escaping my lips as my forehead meets his bare shoulder and rests there. I register the sharp sting of disinfectant. Then I feel the pressure of his fingers on the edges of the cut, clenching my teeth as he pinches the skin together and whimpering when he draws the needle through it. And he does it again. And again.

"Are you still with me?" he calls out after a while. I somewhat nod, not feeling the strength to lift my head. "We’re almost done. Just a little bit longer, okay?"

"I feel awful." I confess, just as he drags a wet towel softly across the stitches. 

"You lost a lot of blood. I’m actually surprised you’re holding out so well."

"What can I say? I’m a natural." 

"I'd prefer it if you weren’t a natural at getting stabbed." I feel scolded, as he finishes wrapping my leg, the pressure bringing immediate relief. 

He grabs my shoulders, straightening me up. He brushes damp hair out of my face, like it’s a curtain separating him from gazing at the view, looking so intently into my eyes I think he might actually get a glimpse into my soul. 

"You did good." And there’s his eyes, and his mouth. And I'm sure I will say something but I can't hear myself. I can’t think. And his eyes. His eyes, shiny and caring, full of such honesty and tenderness I don’t know if my knees are weak for him or because of blood loss. And I don’t care because he carries me and lays me on the bed. He covers me and his fingers stroke my cheek as he asks if I’m okay.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning in my direction I feverishly think he might kiss me. I wonder if he wants to. I’m sure I would like it, he seems like a good kisser. With his pretty pink lips and his soft skin.

"I have to check in with Nat." He says hesitantly, his hand still on my face. "I'll check on you when I get back."

" I should go too" I squirm, trying to free myself from the bedsheets. Having a drink at some dirty bar with Natasha sounds nice for once. And I have a lot to debrief

He pushes me back down. "You’ve done enough for today."

I try again and I’m met with the same fate. 

"Sleep."

[appleblueberry-pie]

I like your stories about Gojo as a housewife, I wanted to see if I could request one where she waits for you happily with the food she lovingly prepared for her wedding anniversary, but it seems that you forget and that same day you urgently ask for a divorce because You're tired of him being so jealous and clingy to you.

You haven't picked up your phone the whole day. He should've known this day would come. Because for a while now, you've been drifting away from him. Taking longer to respond to his messages, taking longer to come back home, taking longer to reciprocate his advances for any sort of affection, and taking longer to love him back in general. He doesn't remember the last time he kissed your lips. You began turning your face the last second he goes in for one, only letting him press his awaiting lips to your cold cheek.

He always makes you dinner before you come home. But even though his stomach was twisting and turning in anxiety at neglecting you, even in the slightest, he felt like if he didn't make dinner tonight, you wouldn't even care. That's how much you've been detaching yourself. He wants his favorite girl back. He wants his wife. His one and only. But here he is sitting in the kitchen by himself again.

And when you finally came back and opened that front door, the usual feeling of his spirits being lifted was replaced with sadness and fear. Your face stoic. He just wants to walk up to you, but you were so unapproachable in that moment. He didn't know how to interact. You made him feel this way.

When you begrudgingly joined him at the dining table, he watched you come in for a half-assed hug before you peck him on the cheek and go to the fridge for something to eat. Dinner was right there. Plates on the table, but you didn't even glance at it. ".........Honey?" He calls out softly. "Hm?" You call out, neck deep into the fridge.

Gojo looks over at the food before looking over at you again. Still looking in the fridge. Ignoring his efforts once more. He was getting tired of it. "I made you dinner." You take out a coke from the fridge before cracking it open, kicking the fridge door closed. "Uh-huh." Gojo watched you guzzle down half of the can before leaving the other half unattended.

Gojo can feel his bottom lip tremble. You finally look over at him for the second time that day and purse your lips at his face. He looks so stressed, but.....you wished you could find it in you to care. His eyes were wide, veins popping up on his face, he was squeezing his own shirt like a life-line. It was sad to see. And pathetic. "Do you even fucking care??" You sigh and turn away from him, unbuttoning your work shirt slightly. "I don't want to have this conversation with you right now." Gojo somehow ends up in front of you and grabs your arms rather softly, yet the look in his eyes were scared and desperate.

"You never want to! Every time I try to initiate an important conversation, or- or even just a regular night talk with you, you just walk away or go to sleep. It's like you're trying to run away from me or something-" Gojo steps back when you pull your arms out of his own and begin raising your voice. "Because I am!! I am so tired of being with you, Satoru." "What??"

You begin to shake your head slowly in regret when his face begins to shift through all kinds of emotions. Silence echoed throughout the cold home and it just made you nervous. You didn't want to say it to him like that. And especially not on your anniversary. You fucked up with the timing, but it was true. And it seemed like you couldn't stop your own mouth from babbling the truth. "I just....your so suffocating. I'm shitty for saying this to you right now, but it's been like this for me for a while now....I just don't think I'm cut out for a relationship right now. I don't know." Gojo kept feeling his heart rip itself the more he tried to breathe. It was so unbearably painful and fast, he couldn't keep up with his own emotions. He was sweating and shaking, but all he could focus on was you and your voice. Despite this possible break-up, the daggers in his heart, his mind and heart was still serenaded with your voice. He couldn't get over you.

"I'm just so tired every time I come home and all I want to do is relax-" "That's what I'm here for, Y/n. I'm here-" "Alone. I just want to be alone and on my own. You're always down my throat asking me questions constantly and i just can't find it in me to....to give you what you need." "No, no, no, no, no, don't say that. You give me everything I need. You're all that I need."

He was so close to you, wrapping his arms around you, faces so close, but not close enough for him. Definitely too close for you. You shake your head. "I need to be on my own. I-...I can't do this, Satoru." You looked so guilty in the face. "I...."

You took yourself out of his arms slowly, and Gojo felt like throwing up at the look on your face. "I want to....divorce."

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Regarding this post (https://www.tumblr.com/piratecaptainscaptainpirates/750832838350340096/okay-so-theres-one-thing-that-im-kind-of-tired), the racism of Stede having the crew members of color acting as servants was clear, but I always thought he did that because that's what Badminton and his officers would expect. If he had had everyone sit at the table, or even if he'd had the "servants" be both white and PoC, that would have given the ruse away. I saw it as Stede pulling off his first fuckery before he even knew what a fuckery was, and creating what he thought would appear to Badminton as "a bunch of upper crust lads trying their hand at the seafaring life". In other words, he was well aware that it was racist but asked his crew to go along with it so they could get Badminton and his officers off the ship as quickly as possible. Had Wellington not been such a blatant racist prick, they might have succeeded, but Jim was never gonna let that behavior slide. Quite right too.

Now, in S1E2, him and Pete thinking that the tribe were cooking and eating their hostages was incredibly racist and they absolutely deserved to be called out on that. But I never got the sense, even in those early episodes, that Stede treated his PoC crewmembers any differently or worse than he treated his white crewmembers. And especially with Olu and Jim, he valued their advice and counsel, and Olu had no issues speaking his mind to Stede, which to me meant that he never felt threatened by Stede or worried that Stede would abuse him or anyone else on the crew.

If I've misinterpreted Stede's actions, please let me know. I'm white, so I know I don't see a lot of the micro aggressions that you see every day, though I have been working on actively listening and learning.

Hey there! I don't disagree with any of your points here, but I think there are wrinkles!

Was Stede just falling back on the easiest option to allay suspicion? Absolutely! Was it still a racist move? You bet!

See, I think Stede's first fuckery is the "ghost of the forest" bit in s1e2, and this is more...him leaning back on established social hierarchy. He fails to think outside the box in a way that would allow all of his crew members to feel respected. Think about how Frenchie gets himself and Olu onto the party boat - by thinking up a creative story. Stede thought up backstories for his white crew. His crew members of color could have been African royalty, rich benefactors, envoys from distant lands...the possibilities of avoiding suspicion are endless, and they could've even used these exoticizing tropes their guests were unlikely to see through as a way to boost the Revenge's apparent prestige for their guests.

The important thing to remember here, I think, is that Stede's plan in the pilot fails not in spite of the racism of it but because of that. If their guests had known that it would be not only inappropriate but a social faux-pas to insult the crew members of color, then there never would have been a need to fight back against an escalation in racist language.

And I don't disagree that Stede doesn't treat his crew members of color differently! My point is rather that his racist biases are an important facet of his general ignorance of the lived experiences of others - like, he genuinely doesn't really get that most people are pirates because they have no other choice (there's a huge racial component there, no coincidence we hear it from Olu), he doesn't realize most of his crew will be illiterate, he fails to account for the differences in lived experiences he's enjoyed thanks to his relaive privilege. In these early episodes, he talks at the crew, not with them.

I love Stede and his journey so so so much! And every time I rewatch the show I love seeing all these ways that he's grown and learned.

[buddiebeginz]

I had started to write something about this the other day that I never finished but in light of recent events with Lou and that part of fandom I wanted to share some thoughts.

I've been seeing B/T stans repeatedly using stuff Ryan said in the past as a way to hate on him, Buddie, Eddie, and our fandom. I personally haven't seen any Buddie fans defending Ryan's previous behavior though I find all of this rather hypocritical especially in light of the recent cameo from Lou.

Lou talks about T*mmy and his earlier eps on 911 and he totally downplayed T*mmy's bullying, racism, and homophobia. He called his behavior "teasing" and B/T stans have been vehemently defending him over it.

The thing is no one has to like Ryan or forgive him for things he's said in the past but I personally believe that people can grow and change. We shouldn't always hold past mistakes over people's heads if they take responsibility for them and prove they're willing to change. Ryan has apologized for what he said:

He's also clearly made amends with the cast because there was a time when they were all at odds with him likely over this incident. Since then though Ryan has been at Aisha's wedding and they've all hang out many times outside of work. I also think that Ryan's previous relationship played some role in how he acted in the past. I'm not saying it's an excuse just that it was a factor because if you were around in fandom then you'd know he seems very different now that he's no longer with her.

Again what Ryan said wasn't okay and I'm not saying it was or is ever okay to say racial slurs and I get why some people can't ever look at Ryan the same after that happened. But for me knowing that the people who work with Ryan especially people like Aisha, Kenny, and Oliver are able to move past what he did that they clearly believe he's changed that's proof enough for me. I don't believe for one second that Oliver or Aisha would be hanging out with Ryan if they believed he was racist. That and Ryan's apology is enough for me to feel like I can still be a fan of him and his work.

But back to the B/T fandom I'm really just tired of the hate some of you all keep sending our way. You don't have to like Ryan or Buddie or Eddie (since I know some of you are harping on about the cheating storyline now) but you don't get to hate on us if we do. You like a morally grey character with an actor who is getting paid like $200 a pop to make videos where he defends some really messed up behavior of said character. Stop acting like Lou and T*mmy are perfect. Ryan isn't perfect and no one ever said he was but stop acting like you all have some morally superior high ground over there because oh T*mmy isn't a cheater and Lou isn't a racist (because you've branded Ryan as racist). Like I'm sorry but you all need to look a little closer at your favs because they've fucked up too and for as much as you accuse us of defending ours you're just as guilty if not more so in some ways.

[oliversrarebooks]

corporate retreat 3/4

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tw: brainwashing, drugging, dehumanization, hypnosis, amnesia

"Quinn? Can you open your eyes for me, please?"

Somehow, they managed to get their eyes cracked slightly open. The lights in the room had mercifully been dimmed, and everything seemed fuzzy and indistinct.

"Good. Follow the penlight with your eyes, please."

Quinn did their best, but it all seemed like a big confusing blur.

"Reactions very slow but perceptible. Subject just barely able to respond to stimuli. Twilight sleep state achieved. Based on the results of the tests and their psychological makeup… recommend… and fifty milliliters… around two hours…"

Quinn felt the mask being taken off their face, and the cool rush of fresh air untainted by sedatives was a relief. They cracked their eyes open again as their arm was grasped by one of the assistants. She wiped the inside of their elbow with a cotton swab soaked in cool liquid, and then began to insert an IV line. They were still far too out of it, their limbs much too heavy, to resist.

The IV line was attached to a big bag of light blue fluid. Quinn watched as the drug went drip-drip-drip down the tube and into their arm. The assistant used the IV port to inject a dose of what looked like the same drug.

"We'll give you a little time to adjust to the new medication," said Dr. Moon. "You can just relax."

They assumed they were going to be put back to sleep, but instead they just lay there, staring at the slow drip of blue liquid, in a kind of tranquilized daze. Whatever this new drug was, it wasn't bad. They couldn't remember the last time they had felt so peaceful. Actually, they were feeling pretty good. The all-consuming sleepiness they'd felt from the gas had melted away into a drowsy calm, and their thoughts were gradually returning.

"Quinn? Are you awake? How are you feeling?"

Quinn turned lazily to Dr. Moon. "Good. Really, really drowsy… but good," they said.

"That's excellent to hear," Dr. Moon said. "You're on the good stuff now. We gathered enough data to understand how best to adjust your mind."

"The good stuff…" Quinn's gaze traveled back to the IV line. "What is it?"

"We like to call it cleaning fluid -- but don't be alarmed. It's a nickname, because it's for washing your brain." She laughed. "We have many different components we can use to make it. It's highly customized for the individual, their needs, and our needs."

They really couldn't have been alarmed even if they tried. "What's in mine?"

"Cleaning fluid always starts with Influence Serum. That's our proprietary control medication that removes your mental defenses and inhibitions and increases suggestibility, leaving your mind delightfully pliant and malleable. Then we add Liquid Lullaby -- that's what's keeping you drowsy and docile," she explained. "Your custom mixture also has Pacifier, our anti-anxiety agent, and a little False Paradise, to induce mild euphoria. Plus a few interesting other traces."

"That seems like… a lot of drugs."

"Don't worry, it's especially formulated for you, and completely harmless," she said. "You were so anxious coming here, weren't you?"

"Yeah," they agreed without hesitation.

"And you seem so exhausted. Aren't you exhausted from all the work you do?"

"Yeah, I am."

"And I bet you're so tired of thinking, too. Solving problems. Making decisions. Your poor, tired mind needs a break from all of that."

She was right, that sounded heavenly. What had they even been so worried about? The Brainwashing Department was so nice, and Dr. Moon was so friendly and helpful. "Yeah, I guess I really did need a break." They relaxed into the comfortable chair, resting their arm with the IV on the armrest. Dr. Moon was right. These drugs really were the good stuff.

"Well, it's a good thing you've got a month long vacation, then, isn't it?" said Dr. Moon.

Quinn smiled. "I can't believe it, but I'm actually glad I came here."

"Oh, that's just so lovely to hear you say! I really do think we do great work here. We help people," she said. "And I've got another treat in store for you."

"Oh? What is it?"

"I'm going to turn on the screen and you're going to watch a fun movie for the next couple of hours. It's going to hypnotize you and help you be so obedient. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Um…" Quinn furrowed their brows. They dimly remembered that they hadn't wanted that, but they didn't really feel like making a fuss when instead they could just relax in a blissful daze.

"Great, let's get you all situated." Dr. Moon reclined their chair a little bit more, then turned on the screen and placed it in front of Quinn's face.

The screen burst to life with a pulsating rainbow spiral, one that drew Quinn's eyes right to the center as the colors shifted and swirled. They couldn't look away. They didn't want to. Something about it was so, so… compelling… like it was the greatest and most fascinating thing Quinn had ever seen, like they could watch it forever.

"There we go. Just watch the spiral. You're too sleepy to resist, aren't you?"

"I'm… I'm not…"

"Oh yes you are. You're much too sleepy to resist."

"I'm… too sleepy to resist…" Quinn heard themself agree.

"The spiral is going to open your mind up very nicely," she said. "You're going to keep your heavy eyes open and watch the spiral, but your mind is going to go to sleep, okay? Deep, deep sleep… a deep hypnotic sleep where you can listen and absorb everything."

They could feel it. They could feel themselves falling asleep in the heart of the pulsating spiral. "I can listen…"

"So obedient, aren't you? Just like you should be. What an excellent subject."

Quinn couldn't help but smile. "…Thank you…"

"Oh, you like the praise, don't you? You're the type that wants to get a good grade in being brainwashed."

It felt like so long since they'd done anything right, really. "Yeah…"

Dr. Moon draped a warm blanket over Quinn's body. "Then be a good little test subject for me, stare in to the pretty spiral, and let yourself be hypnotized."

Quinn nodded slowly. They didn't want to do anything else. They felt a pair of headphones being slipped over their ears. Through them, they could hear soft music playing and Dr. Moon's voice coaxing them to fall asleep, to be obedient and docile, to love the experience of being brainwashed.

They were much, much too sleepy to resist. Besides, they wanted to please Dr. Moon.

They should just listen, let Dr. Moon do all the thinking for them, and fall deep into trance.

"Sleep and obey…" they heard their own voice saying. "Deeper asleep and deeper entranced… too sleepy to resist… I love being brainwashed… I must obey Dr. Moon…"

Their eyelids were getting heavier again, the entrancing spiral a colorful blur, as they repeated the mantras and fell so deep into hypnotic sleep.

They weren't sure how long they remained there, eyes half-open, staring into the spiral. Time seemed to have no meaning. It could've been five minutes and it could've been five months.

"…so happy that you were brainwashed. Three. You'll be docile and obedient. Two. You'll be relaxed and refreshed. And one. You can open your eyes and wake."

Quinn opened their eyes just as the screen turned off, yawning and rubbing the sleep from their eyes. They felt so, so utterly relaxed, like they'd just had the world's finest spa treatment. Like that was the first really good sleep they'd had in years.

They were still in their chair in the clinical room. The machines were quietly beeping, and the bag of drugs attached to the IV looked mostly empty. They were more than content to just rest for a while and see what would happen next, floating in a cloud of bliss.

It didn't take long before Dr. Moon entered. "Why, hello Quinn. Welcome back to the waking world. Did you have a good nap?"

"The best," they said. "I feel amazing."

"Oh, I'm so glad. You really needed that sleep and mental readjustment," said Dr. Moon. "Here, have some water and a nutrition bar."

Quinn eagerly took the food and water. It hadn't really been something they had thought about, but they actually were hungry.

"Did you enjoy the movie?" asked Dr. Moon.

"It was wonderful," said Quinn. "It feels so right to be hypnotized and not have to think for myself. I didn't realize how badly I needed that."

"Oh, you're such a model subject. I think you might be one of my favorites," said Dr. Moon as Quinn beamed in pride. "You're taking to the brainwashing so, so well. I agree, I really think it's exactly what you needed. And you're going to get another round with a new movie -- but first I wanted to give you a little break."

"Thank you," said Quinn through a mouthful of nutrition bar. They couldn't wait to see what the new movie would be like.

"First, though…" Dr. Moon nonchalantly pulled a capped syringe from her lab coat pocket, injecting the contents into the IV line. "We call this one Loose Lips. It's a truth serum. You're probably too hypnotized to really need it, but I want to make sure you're completely honest with me when I ask you embarrassing and invasive questions about your personal life."

Quinn nodded. "That makes sense."

"First off, how do you feel about your boss?"

They frowned, annoyance just barely managing to push through their drugged calm. "She's driving me insane with their unreasonable demands. She's constantly calling me in to work on nights and weekends because we're so short-staffed, and then she acts like it's my fault that I'm burned out. She wastes my time with boring, pointless meetings, and when there's some kind of problem, she micromanages me and keeps asking for status updates when I just need to concentrate on fixing it." The grievances poured out of their mouth easily.

"That sounds really rough," said Dr. Moon sympathetically. "You should tell me everything you know about your boss. I'm very interested. And after that, maybe you can tell me all about your insecurities, secret fantasies, and embarrassing fetishes."

"Sure!" said Quinn, so eager to be obedient and useful.

Dr. Moon questioned Quinn for a while, and Quinn found that they could answer all of their questions easily and in great depth without a hint of shame. It was really nice to be able to speak so freely. Dr. Moon was such a kind, understanding person.

"You've done so well for me," said Dr. Moon. "I couldn't ask for a better test subject. I think it's time for you to get another round of brainwashing, don't you think?"

"Yes, please!" said Quinn with a big smile. "I'm so lucky that I get to spend an entire month in the Brainwashing Department. Do you think I could transfer permanently?"

"I think that would be an excellent idea. We'll see. But for now, I need to change out your IV medication, okay?" Dr. Moon switched the nearly empty bag for a full one. "This formulation is a little different. I've reduced the Liquid Lullaby and added a little River Lethe. That's our best and most gentle amnestic -- a medication that interferes with memory formation and produces amnesia."

"Amnesia…?" said Quinn, feeling a strange bit of anxiety, the first they'd felt since waking.

"You'll be less sleepy this time, but don't worry, you'll be every bit as hypnotized and blissed-out. You're not going to remember the next few hours, though. You probably won't remember much of this conversation, either," said Dr. Moon. "This new medication will leave you feeling pretty fuzzy for a while after your treatment, too. Is all of that okay with you?"

The anxiety was dissolved by their desire to please the doctor. "Of course it's okay. Whatever you think is best." The new drug was already dripping steadily into their veins. It was strange to think that it was already at work in their brain, that they wouldn't be able to remember any of this.

"Then you can just sit back and enjoy your new favorite TV show," said Dr. Moon, turning the screen on again. This time, it was a scene of slow moving clouds floating by.

Quinn barely noticed when Dr. Moon dimmed the lights and left the room, the drugs and the voices in their headphones already turning their mind into useless mush, fit only to listen and obey. After all, they were so sleepy, and the hypnotic program was far too good to resist.

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[crystalreydraws]

Hello hi I just found out you're the artist of my favorite pic of Jamil from all time 🥹 I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE SO MUUUUCH his bday art from 2020!! It's my favorite one from every art and he looks so pretty and hot and cool and like he's in a music clip and about to drop a fire verse!! I LOVE your painting style so much, as a baby artist, would you one day show us how you color? I'm sure you put so much blood, sweat and tears into your hard work and it would great to get a little bit of that wisdom. Please keep drawing, keep doing what you love because it makes the world a better place to live!

Sketched my sleepy and tired oc to do a very quick demonstration but it covers how I color when i render things:

Start with rough greyscale first, it's a good start to roughly decide light direction and value of your overall work. Especially if you have no idea on your shading.

Next, apply base color to greyscale. I'll use gradient map if I want to keep the details of my greyscale. But if not, I'll just start with a flat base color, and try whatever I can to apply color.

Rendering phase. Add layers and just paint on top to refine it. Merge all layers if it's too messy. Then add layers again. My rendering really depends on how much time taken because it's just a loop of paint over and refining. Thats why i do more simple fanart cuz I sometimes get bored of rendering Also at this stage when doing lineless style, I merge lineart with layers and cover up the lines.

Final touch. Merge all layers and use [filter gallery > paint daubs (brush size 1, sharpness 2)]. It will sharpen your work and look detailed. Or add some very fine noise texture, it will look detailed too.

Another very rough demonstration on how i apply color mood. This will be after step 2. And same will be more refining and even paint over to ensure the colors look ok.

Other tips:

Add warm and cool colors especially on skin.

Use pinterest. Always find more than one reference for a subject if you want to draw better than yesterday. Pure ref is a nice tool to gather reference on your pc. When i draw a single hand I had a lot of ref. (pose, color temperature, lighting, photos, artwork, all diff ref)

Color theory is so important I still struggle a lot. I highly recommend beginners start from practicing Marco Bucci's ball practice. After that slowly change to adding character into movie scene and photographs, the purpose is to adapt different color moods and learn the lighting from the image. Learn more from famous movie and cinematic. They did their best to nail the colors.

Anyway,

this is a long answer about how I color. My previous job influenced me so much on coloring so there's a lot of thinking and struggle on my colors.

So, I suggest you be more experimental and try new ways, at the end what remains is what fits you.

[gyll-yee-haw]

can you write an angsty smut that obviously has a happy fluff ending (because my heart wouldn't handle if it didn't) where the reader ends up getting hurt during sex and uses their safe word? You can choose the man 🤭 I was thinking loki or Jake but it can really be any of his characters

I'm gonna be honest, idk about this one, it got... personal 😖

But I hope you like it, baby <3

Warnings: blood, mentions of a terrible ex-boyfriend (implied SA, but not described), use of safeword, lots of angst with a happy ending <3

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You knew David had one of those days at the station by the way he barely spoke before he was all over you.

It wasn't uncommon for him to come home from work and immediately start a make out session. Somedays he would drop to his knees and eat you out for hours. Sometimes he would rip your clothes off and manhandle you like a doll... doggie style was his favorite for this occasions.

That's where you found yourself now. It was very late and you were very tired. Still, when he walked into the room, you knew you weren't going to sleep so soon.

You didn't mind. Obviously, even when he acted like that, he always, always made sure you came. Made sure you felt really good... he didn't ignore for a second the spots he knew you liked. Pleasing you was probably the part that calmed him down the most.

But tonight you didn't really... feel like it? It was weird, David always lighted up a flame in you with the touch of his hand. And that's why you allowed him to do what he needed to do. Well... you wouldn't have to do anything, just... let him have his way, and you would get tons of pleasure from it, so why not?

You weren't sure why not... why you were not wet. Why the pain was so unbearable when he entered you. It hurt more that your first time with him.

"Ouch!" You complained.

"Sorry, baby, just..." He tried to start moving, but the friction was just... so uncomfortable. "Are you okay?"

He thought all he had to do was prepare you better. He spit on his fingers and began to stroke your clit. But God, it felt TERRIBLE.

He pulled out. Shoved two fingers inside. Your head started to spin. You were almost disgusted by it all... so overwhelmed... the room was suddenly too hot and you couldn't breath...

"RED!" You yelled.

David froze. You had agreed on a safe word very early on the relationship, since you had... a little trouble with intimacy. But it never even crossed your mind using it... you never needed it. What the hell was going on? He removed his fingers quickly, and sat you up, desperately looking for any signs of bruises on your body.

"Dave..." you called, feeling sick.

His eyes followed your gaze to the sheets under you. There was blood. Not a lot of it, but still... it triggered your most horrible memories. And David knew that.

Before you were able to give yourself completely to him, you confessed that you didn't have the best experience with intimacy during your previous relationship. Your ex just didn't know how to get you into it and you were too afraid of saying no to him most of the time, scared he wouldn't love you anymore... and all that caused you to get hurt sometimes. Bleeding was almost routine in your sexual life. But it never had happened ONCE while you were with David. He was the complete opposite from your abusive ex. He cared about your pleasure more than about his own. He never forced you to do anything. He studied every little reaction from your body, to know what you liked. And he never made you afraid to tell him how you felt. But seeing that little red stain on the mattress made you sick. No, this can't be happening again...

"Fuck, baby, I'm so sorry, hey... look at me, please..." The pain in his voice was obvious. He was thinking the same thing as you. He hated your ex more than you. When you told him about all the things he did, he wanted to kill him. And now... he was disgusted with himself.

You were numb. You didn't even want to cry. You simply disconnected from reality. You weren't sure how much time passed, but the growing desperation in David's voice indicated it was a lot.

"Talk to me, please, please, baby..." He grabbed the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white. He wanted to grab you instead, bring you close and apologize for hours, but he wasn't sure if it was okay to touch you.

"You said..." Your voice was low and weak as you spoke. "You said this would never happen to me again."

"Angel..." Part of him was relieved that you spoke, but those were definitely the most painful words he had ever heard. "I can't tell you how fucking sorry I am."

"Want to be alone." You requested, emotionless.

"No..." He shook his head. "I can't leave you alone like this, you're not okay, baby, let me help, please..."

"Just need some time." You insisted, not looking him in the eye.

You went through so many things during these years you and David had been together. And during every single one of them, he was there to help. But how could he help now, when it was all his fault? That's all he could think of. Of course you wouldn't want him around. You're a fragile, precious flower, while he's was a violent, cruel, heartless man... he thought he could leave all that at the station everyday to come home to you, but he can't. That's who he is.

"Alright." He whispered, getting out of bed. He fixed his clothes and his first instinct was to kiss your forehead as he stood up beside you. But he couldn't do that. He felt like you would break if he touched you. And the worst part was that you felt the same way.

He walked away from the room, and you waited until he shut the door behind him to let the tears fall. You were so confused. He hurt you. Never in a million years you'd imagine that.

At the same time... it wasn't like it used to be with your ex. He stopped immediately when you asked. He didn't know... still, should he be this rough without a warning? Shouldn't he check for signs before anything? Was it fair to be the one he used to relieve his anger when you weren't the one who made him mad?

Well... it can be hot sometimes. When you are in the right mood, it's something you really enjoy... and you have a safe word for times like this, so... can you blame him? How would he know this time was different?

It was all too confusing and you had no idea how you actually felt. You didn't know what to do. You trusted David with your entire heart and you knew that he would take a bullet for you, it was obvious he didn't do it on purpose. But miscommunication is the most dangerous thing in a relationship and you can't let that happen again.

You stood up and removed the stained sheets from the bed, putting all of your anger on this task. Then you put on your clothes and sat on the floor, beside the discharged sheets. You were so mad that your past continued to haunt you. That it was affecting David, who had done nothing but help you heal. Now he wasn't there with you because of the crimes of another man.

You cried until you were exhausted, and ended up falling asleep right there on the floor.

When you opened your eyes, you were lost. You didn't remember why you were on the floor until you saw the sheets. You shivered. How much time had passed? Where was David?

You gathered all your strength to stand up and opened the bedroom door. The house was completely dark. Shit. What if he got himself in trouble somewhere? If he had left the house on the state he was earlier... he probably would.

Then you heard something. The TV. You rushed downstairs. David was asleep on the sofa. You sighed and walked towards him. Kneeling on the floor, you placed your hand softly on his face. But he was absolutely exhausted, he didn't wake up. You felt you were going to cry again. He was so beautiful... even though you hardly saw him looking this peaceful while he was awake.

You laid on top of him on the sofa, snuggling on his chest, legs intertwined with his. He still didn't wake up. It was crazy to think that man would ever hurt you... you never felt as safe as whenever you could feel him like this. You fell asleep again.

When he woke up, if it wasn't for the tears on his shirt, he would have thought it was all a nightmare and none of that actually happened. His body was tense under yours, he still wasn't very comfortable with touching you again.

"Y/N..." He called, hands slowly caressing your arms, trying to wake you up as gently as possible.

You opened your eyes, but it was quite hard to adjust... they were swollen from crying so much.

"Dave." You said, sitting up. He followed your movements, sitting beside you. "Dave, listen... I'm so sorry, I..."

"Don't you dare." He interrupted. "Don't you dare apologize."

"I overreacted." You insisted.

"No, you didn't." He took a deep breath. "I fucking hurt you. Could have been a lot worse."

"But it wasn't." You furrowed your eyebrows. "We have a safe word. I used it and... that's it, it's okay now. It didn't end up badly."

"How can you say it didn't end up badly?" He shook his head. "It ended up with you fucking bleeding and crying. Fuck, I'll never be able to get out of my head that look in your eyes... fucking scared of me."

"I'm not scared of you. If you put that gun against my head I wouldn't be scared. I trust you." You assured him. "I just panicked... got... bad memories. That look in my eyes wasn't for you, was for my past."

"I brought it back." He reached on his pockets for his cigarettes. David never smoked inside the house, but by the way his hands were shaking, you could see he was nervous.

"Well, I..." You were desperately looking for the right words to calm him down. "If I had used the safe word earlier, this wouldn't have happened. It's not your fucking fault, David."

"Yeah? Then why didn't you?" He replied, cigarette in his mouth, looking for his lighter. "Fuck..."

"Fucking look at me." You grabbed the cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the floor.

It was the adrenaline. You didn't think before doing it. He looked at you absolutely stunned. No one dared to say a word.

"Right... I can see you're not scared." He finally broke the silence.

You started laughing. Hard. Was it that funny or was that nervousness? It didn't matter, because it put a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry... I was just trying to be heard." You shrugged.

"Well..." He went back to a more serious tone. "Then why don't you answer my question? Why didn't you tell me to stop earlier? You didn't even need to say the safe word, if you just told me 'no', I wouldn't... I wouldn't have laid a finger on you, you know that, right?"

"I do." You replied. "I really do, I swear... but I... I guess I didn't realize how I really felt until it was too late, you know? I was happy that you were home and I wanted you around... wanted you to touch me and you know I like it when you're rough, so... I was confused. It wasn't anyone's fault. Specially not yours, okay?"

"I don't know..." He looked at the cigarette on the floor. "I feel like I could have read the situation a little better, you know?"

"You stopped when I asked you to stop, that's all you could have done." You grabbed his hand, caressing it with your thumb. "Everything else that happened... could only be avoided if you changed my past."

"I could still kill him." He joked. Or at least you hoped he was joking...

"Does that change the past?" You rolled your eyes.

"No, but it would be pretty fucking satisfying." He shrugged. "You know, I don't believe in this kind of justice. I promise I never killed anyone, but... for you? I wouldn't think twice."

"Well, you don't have to." You got closer, sitting on his lap and placing both hands on each side of his face. "What really helps me get through it all is all the love you've given me. All the respect. Just how fucking much you care... nothing else is gonna fix me. The way you made me believe that I deserve to be loved and taken care of... and that there are good people out there."

"That just can't happen again, baby... I can't do it." He sent you a pleading look.

"It won't, look..." You promised him. "If I ever feel uncomfortable again, I'll tell you right away, okay?"

"Please." His voice came out so weak. "If I hurt you I will never be able to live with myself."

"You won't hurt me. That isn't you." You assured him. "You're gentle and sweet... even when you're rough, I promise I always feel safe."

"I don't think I'll ever be that rough again." His eyes widened.

"David. Don't say that." You almost whined. "I want you to!"

"Y/N..." He sighed. "Let's just... take a break from that, okay?"

"Hm." You smirked. "Okay, baby, I'm not complaining about making sweet love to my wonderful boyfriend... it's just that... when I want it rough... I'm gonna tease you until I get it. I know how to break you, you know that."

"For fucks sake... you're a fucking menace." He rubbed his face with his hands. "Where's my cigarette?"

"Come and get it..." You giggled.

[do-it-for-the-fandom]

Cloudy With a Chance of Murder.

Part I: leaving the crime scene.

Part II: the phone call.

Part III: a visit to the morgue.

Part IV: the lunch break.

Part V: lunch part II.

Part VI: the perfect cover.

Part VII: the storage closet.

Part VIII: case closed.

Part IX: finding their way.

Must you always be so... so stubborn, Katie?

Apparently, the answer to the question her parent's had frustratedly asked her on many occasions was a big, fat yes.

It's not that she hadn't tried to be a little softer, a little less headstrong. She had decided - the moment she arrived home, alone... again - that she could forgive and forget this whole mess. Because, like Lanie had said (and like she already knew) Castle had only done what he thought was the right thing.

He had explained how they had ended up in his Loft rather than the fancy restaurant he had made reservations at. He had explained the alarming phone call, the shattering glass. And he had explained that no matter what he said or did, Kristina had been on a  mission to get exactly what she wanted.

If anything, he was the victim in all of this. Maybe, just maybe, it was her who owed him an apology. 

Then, as if timed by fate itself, there was a knock at her door. 

He came bearing a heartfelt apology, the intent to start and finish a true conversation about them (one they probably should have had before returning to work, but better late than never) and a promise. A promise that he understands, that is scared too, but that he truly believes they can find their way. 

And just like that, she was ready to forgive. 

She leant in, smile still bright on her face, and Castle dipped his head to brush his  lips against hers. However, it seemed forgiving was going to be much easier than forgetting. The images she had spent the better half of the night fighting off flooded back to the forefront of her mind and she pulled back from the impending we're good now kiss. 

"I'm sorry, I can't," she said as she shook her head slightly, hoping to erase the images like an etch-a-sketch. "It's too soon. I just keep seeing her boobs in your face." 

She walked away, just a few steps to gain a little bit of distance, a little bit of perspective. She just wanted her mind to stop taunting her like this. She wanted the memories to be gone, for good. 

And then came the softly spoken, heartbroken words that managed to do exactly that.

"Do y- do you want me to leave?" 

She turned to face him, took in the pained look of regret that was etched so deep in the tired lines of his face and shook her head.

"No," she said definitively, closing the space between them. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired."

And confused, and angry, and a little hurt; but mostly just tired.

She reached up and delicately traced her thumb over his cheek.

"Stay with me?" she whispered the request. "Please." 

He nodded, followed as she led him toward her bedroom. He removed his clothing, down to his boxers, as she pulled back the covers and climbed onto the bed. Kneeling, she moved over to his side and placed her hands on his hips. He joined her on the mattress, kneeling before her, and brushed the hair of her ponytail over her shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, Kate," he whispered and she nodded. 

"Me too." 

She leaned in, kissed him slowly. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting - the taste of betrayal, perhaps - but his lips, his tongue; it just tasted like him. Sweet, loyal, hopelessly in love Castle. And her reservations melted away.

Castle pressed his forehead to hers but cupped her face to keep her close; he didn't want to lose this connection, but he also didn't want her to feel rushed. 

"We don't have to," he assured her.

But she shook her head. "I want to." 

Still, he hesitated. She knew that was her fault: she had let her emotions lead her actions too much over these past few days. These past few weeks, actually. And now he was being overly cautious, taking on the role that she would usually fill. Because that was how they worked: serious and unserious, head in the clouds and feet firmly on the ground, a hopeless romantic and a logical thinker. They levelled each other other, brought one another to this ideal middle ground that just seemed to work so perfectly for them. 

But this? This role reversal they had slipped into, it wasn't them It wasn't right. 

"I'm okay, Castle." She assured him with a kiss. "We're okay." 

And she was determined for her words to become truth. 

She kissed him again, with more urgency than before, and he gave into his desires. 

His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer, relished in the feel of her body pressed flush against his. 

"I want you," he panted as he moved his attention to peppering kisses along her jawline and down her neck. His hands wandered down her body to her thighs, then glided back up the bared skin and underneath her sleep shirt. "Only you." 

"Show me," she whispered. They broke apart, looked into one another's eyes for just a few short seconds before she smiled and repeated her request. "Show me how much you want me." 

He did exactly that. He poured all the love he had for her into a long, slow, reverent kiss as he lay her back on her bed. He touched her with gentle hands, like she were a priceless artifact to be handled with the utmost care. Kissed her in a way that soothed the hurt and confusion they had both felt in this tumultuous transition into life outside of their little love bubble. Their love-making was a promise that tomorrow was a new day - undoubtedly with new challenges to face - but no matter what may have come their way, they could figure this out together... they could find their way. 

And, in a way that only they could, they righted all their wrongs.

[mediumgayitalian]

Soooo I put solangelo into an incorrect quotes generator. I hope you enjoy them because I wasn't sure if you would

Will, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks.

Nico: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

Will, trying to flirt with Nico: I think both of our families suck.

Nico: Our relationship is strictly professional.

Will, sitting on Nico’s lap: Absolutely. Only on business.

Nico: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

Will: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Nico: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Will: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Nico: Is it working?

Will: Stop doing that.

Nico: Stop doing what?

Will: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Will: Nico is playing hard to get.

Will: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Nico: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but—

Will: Thats because your too short to do so.

Nico: ...Listen here you fucking—

Nico: If anyone needs me, then fuck off.

Will: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Nico: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Will: But you’re always acting stupid?

Nico: ...

Nico: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

okay #3, #4, #5, #7, #8, #9, and #10 rly work for me lol

[bace-jeleren]

Getting a matcha latte from my LGS instead on the Starbucks at work because a) first and foremost fuck Starbucks, and b) I don't know what the fuck they put in this shit besides matcha and milk, but the LGS matcha latte has always given me panic attacks without fail, and girl, I am so tired I will take feeling like I'm going to shit out my heart over feeling like I'll wake up in a coffin if I close my eyes for one(1) delicious second.

[lvndrptchwrk]

Inarizaki team reacting to a ballerina s/o please. Like the had practice earlier and came late to their game, and they had to throw a sweater over their ballet attire to watch them play.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : kita, suna, atsumu, osamu, aran x gn! ballerina! reader

((i really liked the idea of them reacting to you arriving right in the middle of their game while wearing the ballet attire so literally all of them react to that happening, as well as some other headcanons ! i hope i did them all justice ! also excuse how late this was, i literally was fighting for my life trying to write this lmao))

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Kita Shinsuke

♪ always does his best to attend your recitals and watches you practice.

♪ if he cant attend, he'll always try to get a recording or meet you afterwards with a bouquet of flowers for your hard work.

♪ ensures you properly stretch and maintain a healthy diet, often meal preps for the both of you so he knows you'll eat.

♪ takes the time to research ballet techniques and moves so he can try to understand what moves you do when you dance and if you need practice on any dances

♪ secretly enjoys it when you come to watch him practice but worries when you arrive in ballet attire because he knows you're tired

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The game had just reached a technical time out with Inarizaki reaching 16 points in the first set. The team had gotten off the court for a water break, but Kita had noticed you watching them.

He always seemed to notice the littlest of things. He jogged over to the barricade, drying his face. "You made it." He commented, giving you a big smile. "Of course, you know I'm always going to try and watch all your games." You say, and he finally notices your attire.

"Did you just come from practice?" He asks, and you can sense the lecture about heading home to properly change and taking time for yourself before going to watch his games coming, but luckily you were spared as Atsumu called him back over. "Good luck out there Shinsuke." You waved him off, but he refused to leave you without a quick hug.

The smell of his cologne lingered, and you finally got the chance to relax while you watched Inarizaki play and win the match. When they finished, Kita jogged back over to you with a smile on his face. "I thought you wouldve gone home and changed. That seems uncomfortable to wear." He notes, watching you shuffle in your spot.

" Well, I wont just pass on the opportunity to watch your game! You did amazing today, by the way. Now, we can both go home and unwind from today." You pointed out, and he sighed. The idea of walking you home and possibly unwinding with you, relaxing on the couch with a movie on after a long day seemed very appealing to him.

"Alright, let me grab my things and we can go home together."

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Suna Rintaro

♪ has some of the songs you practice to saved so he can listen to it and imagine you dancing

♪ was he roped into being your practice partner because of his flexibility? yes.

♪ has several recordings of your practices and recitals and watches them when he misses you

♪ is guilty of ditching practice a couple times (but never any actual games) to watch you dance

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It was one of those days where Suna just had to practice. Preliminaries were coming up and fast, and as much as he'd love to watch your graceful figure dance, he'd have to do that another day.

Thankfully though, you had other plans. Finishing your practice early had allowed you to finally watch him practice, and not the other way around. You never minded him watching you, your dance mates loved having him around, it just wasn't often that you got to see him practice and you were taking the chance.

You had reached the gym he was at, where he was in the middle of a practice match against another school. You stood by the doors, simply opting to watch while wearing your ballet attire and his hoodie. Just as the other team had called for a break, he looked over at you, and his whole face lit up.

He dashed over to you and engulfed you with a hug, hiding his face in your shoulder. "Thank god, these idiots were about to start driving me crazy." He whispered, and you let out a laugh as you hugged him back.

"Well practice finished a bit early for me so I figured I'd watch you practice for a change." You told him, and he eyed your outfit. "You should change, isn't that uncomfortable?" He asked, and you shrugged. "Nah, I'll just change after you finish practice for the day."

Before he could say anything else, Atsumu called him back. He gave you a quick hug before returning to the game, and you watched as he played intensely. It's almost like he was showing off. After the game, he practically ran to the lockers to grab his things, and was at your side in minutes.

"Let's go home and eat some jelly sticks, we deserve a treat today."

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Miya Atsumu

♪ is your biggest supporter aside from your family, and definitely had missed a couple of practices to watch your recitals or practices.

♪ always comes with a sweet treat for you to enjoy afterwards, even if its not the best option.

♪ does his best to help you practice and stretch, uses that as an excuse to hold you tbh

♪ is always in awe about your balance and mobility, has picked up a few moves that improved his volleyball performance

♪ always coming handy with a comfy change of clothes or ice packs just in case!

♪ has a 6th sense for spotting you in the crowd, no matter what the situation is

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He silenced the audience once more as he went to serve. His ability to practically mute the entire stadium for his serve still astounded you to this day. You watched as he performed another service ace, the crowd going wild.

It'd be rather rude if you tried to call for his attention while he was concentrated, and you were willing to watch him play.

That thought flew out the window when Atsumu whipped his head to smile and wave at you before his next serve. You jolted and waved back, wondering how he managed to see you. None of his other teammates were looking, and you started to think that he had a radar for your presence. You wouldnt be surprised if he did, considering he was somehow always aware of his brother as well.

After winning the game, he bounced over with a huge smile on his face. "Ya saw me win right?! When my serves practically knocked them over?! And ya saw mah sets to Samu and Aran?! And-" He rambled on about his game, as if you werent there watching. He finally stopped to take a drink, and noticed your attire.

"Wait, did you come straight from practice?! Ya shouldve gone home and changed first, and wait- is that mah hoodie?!" He exclaimed, turning red at the fact you had worn his hoodie. You smiled and just gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, of course I came right after practice. I'd never miss the chance to see you win Atsumu." You commented, wiping the sweat off his forehead with your sleeve. He grew bashful at that, trying to stutter out a response.

"C'mon blondie. Go meet back up with your team so we can go home."

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Miya Osamu

♪ listens to your dancing playlist while he cooks!

♪ like atsumu, he brings you food after your practices and recitals (he usually cooks it!)

♪ very particular about ensuring you eat and will probably spend time preparing all your meals

♪ really enjoys it when you also watch him practice and come to his games, tries to hear your voice in the crowd

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The game was practically over by the time you arrived. Inarizaki had the game in the bag, with a 7 point difference. Osamu had his head in the game, but no amount of concentration could make him miss the sound of your voice, cheering him on. Atsumu had taken notice and teasingly said, "Looks like yer special audience is here." The silver haired boy looked over to see you, in a hoodie over your ballet attire and a big smile on your face as you cheered for him.

Well damn, now he has the need to show off to impress you. Good thing he's already pretty good at that.

He spent the rest of the game doing just a bit more than usual and trying to be cool, which of course had you looking and laughing for the couple of goofs he did. After the game, he came over to you and rested his forehead on yours. "Hey, didja see me?" He asked, a bit too eagerly.

"Of course I did, couldn't take my eyes off of you when you show off like that, ya dork." You chuckled, cupping his face and watching him turn red. You could see Atsumu and Suna laughing at his embarassed state, with Kita and Aran trying to hide the fact they were also laughing. Dorks, all of them.

"C'mon 'Samu. You're sweaty and my muscles ache. Let's get some food, yeah?"

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Ojiro Aran

♪ i feel like he took a couple of ballet lessons as a kid, so he knows a bit about some moves and helps you practice!

♪ this man would also give great foot rubs (i mean this in a non sexual way, hes just very caring)

♪ would gift you with ballet accessories to ensure you are as comfortable as you can be while dancing

♪ definitely tried to hide you from the rest of the team, along with his ballet past, but failed when you kept showing up to practice in ballet attire

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To be frank, Ojiro was sweating. And not from practice. You see, Ojiro Aran is a very private person.

Sort of.

He's the straight man of the team, always forced into weird antics that makes him question his sanity. Truly, he wonders if he joined the circus instead of a volleyball team with how they act at times. It's partially the reason why he never tells him about his own personal life outside of volleyball. That, and they never ask.

You were one of those unspoken topics of his life. Don't get him wrong, he adored and loved you! But oh god if the others found out about you, the questions would be never-ending. And he already deals with so much from them.

So seeing you sitting with his coaches on the bench while he was playing had spiked his heart rate. Especially when he hears Atsumu say, "Who's the cutie sitting with the coaches?" The entire team takes a glance over at you, who just waves excitedly at Aran. The ace takes note of his hoodie covering your ballet attire, and suppresses the urge to stop and admire you. He can do that after he wins the practice match. But for now he needs to make sure that no one else tries to talk to you or hit on you.

He practically bowls over the twins as he makes his way to you after the match. "Hey beautiful love of my life partner whomst I love! Let me go and grab my things so we can leave!" He says a bit too loudly, making the others stop and stare at the two of you. His face was red, both from practice and him processing what he'd said, but it made you laugh. And as long as the others knew that you were his, he didn't mind the others knowing a bit more about him. The smile on your face as you got up to hold his hand was worth it.

"Sure, 'Jiro. Here's your water. You did very good today, ace. Now let's leave before the others start questionin' us, yeah?"

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[azucarmorena97]

Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.12

Pt.11 ||

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Chapter Warning: SMUT! Dom Jungkook <3

Recap: You stand in silence for a bit, basking in each other's presence; the first time you've been alone as husband and wife. It feels the same...and yet different. Jungkook's called you his wife twice tonight. Both times, it made your heart stir in your chest. You're his wife..."You're my husband now," You say shyly, putting your hands behind your back and looking down, your smile practically cramping up your cheeks, "I am," He chuckles, staring at you.

When you look at the time on your phone, you're surprised to see it's already 2 in the morning. Time spent with him is fleeting and never enough...will it always feel this wonderful to love?

To love...? Is that what this is?

"I should probably get you back to the hotel now," Jungkook says, a soft smile on his face, "We have to be on a plane in...like 10 hours. You should sleep."

You sigh, "I should...but I'm not even tired yet." "Me either," He replies, stroking his chin as he drives in the direction of his hotel, lost in thought.

"Do you...want to just watch a movie and order some room service?" He asks; his tone is hesitant, and you know exactly why. You both know the implications of a wedding night. "You definitely don't have to say yes. I know that just because we're...married now, doesn't mean there should be any pressure to- to-" He's digging himself a hole and all you can do is laugh. "A movie sounds perfect," You assure him, patting his knee.

He seems to relax, a sheepish laugh escaping him, "Okay, great."

When you get to the hotel, you immediately beeline it for the elevator, not wanting to be bombarded by anyone who might recognize either of you, especially not after having seen all those paparazzi earlier.

"Ugh, this dress is so heavy," You groan, picking up the skirt. "I have some clothes put away that you can put on when we get up there, if you want." "Oh, that would be great."

He takes you to the same suite you'd...spent time together in last time. Once you get in, he goes to the bedroom for a moment and then comes back out with the clothes. "It's a tee-shirt and sweats. I also have some socks in the night stand," He says, handing it all to you.

"Thanks," You say, grabbing it and rushing past him into the bedroom to change, closing the double doors behind you. You take a moment to look in the big mirror, just analyzing yourself. While the dress wasn't what you originally wanted, it's still a beautiful gown and fits you so well. Of course, the bottom is already a bit dirty as you've had an eventful night. You don't even know what's going on with your hair- all out of place and deflated and nothing like during the ceremony. You decide to start there, taking the millions of bobby pins out and placing them all on the dresser, sighing in relief at the instant release of tension in your head.

"Now, this beast," You say, referring to the dress. You reach to the top of the dress, expecting to feel the zipper, but then you remember that it's all buttons along the back. "Dammit, how am I gonna do this?" You try and try to contort your body, but it's useless.

I'm gonna have to ask him to help me...

You give your reflection a glance and notice yourself blushing at the thought of asking him.

"It's fine, Y/n. He's literally your husband now. It's not like you're throwing yourself at him. It's just buttons," You whisper to yourself.

You position yourself in front of the double doors, taking a deep breath and trying to relax your face. Once you do, you "calmly" open the doors and walk out.

"Everything okay?" He asks when he realizes you're not dressed. "Yeah, uhm- I'm actually gonna need a little help with the buttons."

"Oh-" He looks like a deer caught in the headlights, though he instantly tries to hide it, "Of course. No problem."

"Thanks," You say, avoiding his eyes. He walks over and you turn around.

He sweeps your hair off of your neck and over your shoulder, his gentle touch sending goosebumps across your skin. Your eyes widen slightly, not having expected such a sensation. "Sorry, did it tickle?" He asks. "A-A little...it's okay."

He begins to undo the top button, then the next, then the next, swallowing hard once he reaches the band of your bra, "Uh- do you want me to do the rest? Or you got it?"

"I can't reach..." You say, not even making an attempt to do it yourself. Without another word, he undoes the buttons down the rest of your back, hesitating only slightly when he gets to the three left at the bottom. Your breathing is picking up, excitement building in you- though you don't dare show it.

One button. Your back dimples are on display for his hungry eyes. Two buttons. The waistband of your lacy underwear peeks out at him. Three buttons. He's able to see the way your ample backside swallows up the delicate lace thong.

You can feel his eyes on you and it's enough to dampen the little piece of fabric between your thighs. You want more.

"There..." He whispers, letting go of the fabric of your dress. You know what he's doing. If you want it, you'll have to ask for it.

You turn around to face him, eyes foxlike and full of lust as you drop your dress, fully exposing yourself, "Thanks."

His eyes are equally dark, the corners of his mouth turned upward. Truthfully, he's been wanting you since you left- but he's been thinking about this moment from the second he walked in on you crying earlier today. Something about the way your makeup ran down your face, lipstick ruined, doe eyes looking up at him as he towered over you-

It aroused something completely primal within him that made him so incredibly hard.

He walks backward and sits down on the couch- the one you both sat in last time for your first kiss. He leans backward, legs spread, one arm resting on the top of the backrest, the other resting on his groin. He's waiting for you to start the show you seem so eager to put on for him- and show, you will.

He has only a moment to admire the way your breasts look, all pushed up and perfectly round due to that pretty, white bra with lace detail, before you're reaching behind yourself to unclasp it. Your cleavage relaxes a bit due to the lack of tension, "You want me to take it off?" You ask, your previous shyness having dissipated completely.

"Do you want to?" He raises an eyebrow, his coy tone turning you on even more.

You don't break eye contact with him, just let the bra slide off of your arms and into the pool of white cloth already at your feet. You step out of the pile of clothing, letting your bare feet carry you the few steps of the way to him.

Now, you're the one towering over him, glorious boobs unhindered by any barrier. He finds himself licking his licks in anticipation. He could absolutely devour you.

He adjusts himself even more so that there's less tension on the crotch of his pants, his dick already wanting desperately to be released from its restraints.

You reach down and grab his hand, bringing it up to cup your breast, to which he responds by taking your nipple in between his fingers, "You are so fucking gorgeous," He praises.

You don't respond, just drop his hand and then proceed to climb onto him, each leg on either side of his. You can feel how hard he is through the fabric of your panties.

"Mm..." He moans as you begin grinding down onto the mound- but you're not doing this for him. You're doing this for you. You've only ever had him once and have been longing for a second taste ever since.

"You wanna know a secret...?" You say softly, not stopping the motion of your hips against him. "Y-yeah." "All that time I was back home hating you..." You lean down and put your lips to his ear, "I was touching myself thinking about you."

His eyes widen, "You-" You don't wanna talk.

You crash your lips onto his, grinding down harder. He has his hands on your hips, guiding them forward and backward- but it's not enough. You need more.

"I wanna try something," You say, getting off of him. "O-okay," He nods breathlessly.

You take down your thong and toss it aside, now fully nude, and then carefully set yourself down on his thigh. "Fuck," You hiss, practically feeling your pupils dilate at the direct pressure. "How's that, beautiful?" He asks, studying the pleasure in your face.

Your mouth falls agape as you move forward, backward, forward, and backward. He can feel the spot on his thigh getting wetter and wetter, his cock wanting to spring forward.

He can't stand such a perfect sight, he leans forward and wraps one arm around your waste, the other reach down to help guide your pelvis, his mouth lowering to take your nipple between his teeth. "Ah....fuck," Your head falls back, your body anxiously striving for that orgasm, "Kook, fuck- I think I'm gonna cum soon," You hiss. "Cum on my leg, princess. Come on..." He coaxes, running his tongue on the circumference of your breast.

Your eyes roll back and soon, you're releasing yourself on his perfectly muscular thigh. "Ah!" You slump forward, your grinding slowing down significantly while you recover for a moment.

"I think you can give me more than that, can't you, Beautiful?" He whispers in your ear, the hairs on your neck standing on end as the next wave of arousal starts growing within you. "I can..." You pant, though you don't move. "Come on," He somehow manages to grab onto you and stand up, effortlessly picking you up as well, his strong legs carrying the both of you to the bedroom where he tosses you on the bed.

You land on your back, hair sprawled out against the crisp, white sheet, your legs bent together to cover your freshly wet pussy.

He puts his hands on your knees and pries them open, his eyes devouring the site of you before lowering himself down lick every drop of your cum up.

"You taste so fucking good," He moans into your heat, sending butterflies darting in all directions in your stomach.

He stands up again and proceeds to unbutton his pants and the hole in his boxers, grabbing his dick and pulling it out.

You're excited at the sight; there's something so exhileratingly vulnerable about the only one completely naked.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks.

"Fuck me," You don't even hesitate. You want it. You want it again and again and again.

"Say it again," He hisses, taking his dick in his hands and tapping it against your delicate mound.

"Fuck me, please," You beg.

He seems satisfied enough, firmly pinching the lips of your perfectly puffy pussy and slowly guiding himself into you.

He goes slack jawed for a moment, just letting the overwhelming warmth consume him. The grooves inside you stroking his cock with every thrust- If it wasn't because he so desperately wants to savor this moment, he'd pump wildly into you until he's spilling every drop of seed inside of you.

"You're so fucking big," You whimper, still adjusting to his size- it's only your second time, afterall.

"No, you're just so fucking tight," He breathes out, delighting in the sound of his pelvis slapping against yours.

You try to reach down and rub your clit but he throws your hand off, "Allow me," He positions his hand so it's flat against your pussy, applying an unexpected- yet so welcomed- amount of pressure as he quickly rubs back and forth.

"That's so good, that's so good," You moan over and over, barely able to believe how quickly you're coming to your next climax. "Come on, baby. Give me another one. You can do it, come on princess," The gentleness in his voice juxtaposed with how fucking hard he's rubbing you- it's the perfect recipe to send you over the edge once more, "Oh God!" Your hips jut upwards, legs contorting involuntarily, your breathing so rapid that you think you might pass out.

Euphoria.

"J-Jungkook," You breathe, "Fuck, that was so good."

He leans forward to kiss you deeply, then pulls away only inches from your face, "You think you can give me just one more...?" He says, his voice dark and low.

You nod, a smile creeping up on your face at the idea of fucked to absolute shreds. Without another word, he quickly grabs hold of your waist and manages to flip you around so that you're on your stomach, "Get on your knees," He commands,

You muster up the strength to get on your hands and knees on the bed, though you still feel your arms wobble a bit. He runs one hand half way down your back and then pushes you down so that your torso is flat on the bed and your ass up in the air, "Just like that," He mutters.

You crane your neck too see behind you; the glorious view as he yanks the bow tie off of himself and undoes the first button on his dress shirt, it motivates you to stick that ass out just a little bit more.

He puts his hands on either sides of your hips, gripping on you firmly, "Ready, princess?" "Y-" You don't even finish your sentence before he's thrusting into you again, causing you to gasp.

Your eyes close as you relish the feeling of his cock engulfed in your walls. Your pussy's getting used to him finally, but the harsh sensation is still enough to make you grip the sheets.

"Mm," He moans, ramming into your backside, the red spot on your ass growing more and more angry- He loves the view.

He grabs one of your arms and holds it behind you, the tension just enough to restrict you without hurting you. The first time you made love, it was tender and sweet- this time, you're both ravaging one another like hungry wolves- "Fuck," You whine.

"Touch yourself, princess. Come on, give me one more."

You don't hesitate to obey, reaching your free arm down between your legs; you're still so sensitive from your last round, you're not sure if you can finish this time. "Here, let me," He says, noticing your struggle.

There's something about Jungkook's touch; in a matter of seconds, between fucking you and rubbing your swollen clit, he's found the perfect rhythm. "Come on, baby," He says through his teeth, sounding just as close as you are.

This last orgasm- goodness, it's different. It's stronger- like a mix of cumming and simultaneously needing to pee; "Jungkook, I- I think I'm gonna pee," You warn, though you really don't want him to stop.

Without acknowledging what you're saying, he rubs harder and faster, followed by rapid thrusts, "Fuuuuuuck," You whimper, finally feeling it all flow out- clear fluid bursts out of your pussy and Jungkook pulls out of you to watch it all, stroking his cock to the sight until he is also bursting with cum, a few drops landing on your ass and some on the floor, his head falls back as his stroking slows, though he quickly recovers and gets on his knees to lap up all the wetness from your pussy, dragging his tongue along your freshly fucked hole.

Jungkook is a fucking freak.

You collapse onto the bed, heaving with exhaustion and a surge of dopamine/endorphins/ketamine/heroin- whatever the fuck your body releases after a good lay.

He stays on his knees, though he slumps backward a bit, a big smile on his face as he pants heavily, "That was the best sex I've ever had."

"Oh shut up," You roll your eyes, turning over so you're on your back. "I'm serious," He says, struggling slightly to get up, though when he does, he walks over to the bathroom and then comes back with two towels in hand.

He walks over to the end of the bed, tosses one of the towels next to you on the bed, and then opens your legs just as he did earlier, but this time he's gentle again. He dabs at your pretty pussy, cleaning every visible inch. He then takes another part of the towel to clean off his dick before tossing it to the side on the floor somewhere out of view. "Scoot up a little bit," He says, gently patting your outer thigh. You scoot up and he carefully lays the other towel flat on the bed, "There." He comes around to the side of the bed so he can jump in with you, not bothering to cover up with a sheet or anything, as you're both still sweaty and hot as hell.

"You're really sweet..." You smile. "Aren't I?" He says smugly, reaching over and moving a piece of your hair to the side. "And so humble," You add sarcastically, making him laugh. His smile fades a bit and he just looks at you for a moment before saying, "I won't wake up to an empty bed tomorrow morning, right?"

You shake your head, "Never again."

His smile returns and he leans in to give you one more kiss before settling in next to you and, Before you know it, you're both drifting off to sleep.

Sorry this one took me a while to upload! Lemme know what you think about the spice >:)

Tag List <3: @ttanniett

[shiratamahatsumiyo]

Gun Park with Mitsuri Kanroji reader

@aline1701, come get your Gun Park.

Mitsuri is a character from Demon Slayer and is one of the Hashiras supporting Tanjiro and the others in the Swordsmith Village Arc, fighting the Upper Moons Gyokko and Hantengu. She is known as the sweet and kind Love Hashira.

• Work has been really hectic for you these past days. These owners must take extra good care of their pets! They always feed them things that are not supposed to be eaten by them... That poor cat the other day ate shrimp and the owner didn't know.

• Because of how busy you are, the others at Jaewon High become a bit worried about where their gluttonous social butterfly went. Word quickly spread out that you are not on campus and the bullies started to take advantage of that.

• Big Daniel encountered Gun that day and the man with sunglasses wouldn't leave him alone, Gun kept offering Daniel the same thing about him being his successor, and Daniel was having none of it. So they fought... You're just closing the clinic for the night and head home until you stumbled across their fight, you hid in a corner and search for your phone to call the police.

Gun: "....*pant*..... What? You tired already?..."

Daniel: "...No...*pant*.... I'm just getting started--"

•While Daniel was standing his ground against Gun, the bastard decided to play dirty and elbow him. You take action and then blocked his attack.

Mitsuri: "Oh my goodness! What is happening here?! No fighting please!"

Daniel: "What the- Mitsuri? Is that you? What are you doing here?!"

Mitsuri: "I should be asking you the same thing, Daniel! This is the way to my house... Why are you fighting this guy at night?! You'll wake up my neighbors!!"

Gun: "Great. Another fight interrupted. Why does this always happen. And how did you block that?"

Mitsuri: "H-hey! You better stop fighting each other or I'm calling the police!"

Gun: "This one's a bitch too."

Mitsuri: *GASP*

Daniel: " Umm, Mitsuri--"

Mitsuri: " Y-YOU SAID THE B WORD! THAT WAS VERY RUDE OF YOU! PLEASE APOLOGIZE!"

Gun: " ...Huh? Is this bitch for real?"

Daniel: "Mitsuri, please, you might kill him--"

Mitsuri: *GASP* "YOU SAID IT AGAIN! THAT'S IT, YOU'RE FIGHTING WITH MY FRIEND AND GAVE HIM SCRATCHES AND DIDN'T APOLOGIZE TOO!! YOU'RE FIGHTING ME NOW!!!"

Gun: "And what are you gonna do? OH SHI-"

Mitsuri: "I DIDN'T WANT TO DO THIS BUT YOU'RE BEING A MEANIE!!!" *LIFTS GUN'S CAR AND FUCKING THROWS IT AT HIM*

• Gun was definitely sure that if he didn't react in 1.5 milliseconds and dodged, he would've been the ugliest Lookism character with broken bones and with misshapen facial features...

• Gun got excited and was about to punch you but got interrupted once more by a call from Charles Choi. He leaves after telling Daniel that his offer is still on the table. Anyways, you scolded Daniel about fighting Gun was dangerous but Daniel just brought up questions asking you what your work out routine is.

• Gun took notice of your abnormal strength and decided to request for Kouji to give some information about you. Goo misunderstood Gun's sudden interest to you as a sexual liking and teased him until Gun threatened to break his jaw.

• Believe Gun's disappointment after reading your file. It says that you possess abnormal strength from birth but you're desperate to hide it?? Just for a successful marriage??? Fuck no, he's stalk you and fight you until you realize how useful your strength is and will have no use for marriage anymore. That'll totally work, right?

• Everyone is very happy to have your presence in the classroom again. Vasco can share dangos with you now. The bullies hide in fear like roaches after sensing you coming back. You told them that you were just busy with your job and that gave them a relief since you almost never miss a single class.

• Everything seems to come back to normal until you see the same man with sunglasses at your doorstep waiting for you.

[sexybabystevie]

no really. someone tell me why i'm at college

[dollypopup]

like. . .are any other Polin fans out there that do not give a singular flying fuck about Debling? we should form a club lol because from the very bottom of my heart and with my whole chest: I could not care less about him. Not sorry, I'm tuning into S3 for Pen and Colin and Pen and Colin alone

[theflyingfeeling]

...😭