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[alfheimr]

My Favorite Cheap Art Trick: Gradient Maps and Blending Modes

i get questions on occasion regarding my coloring process, so i thought i would do a bit of a write up on my "secret technique." i don't think it really is that much of a secret, but i hope it can be helpful to someone. to that end:

this is one of my favorite tags ive ever gotten on my art. i think of it often. the pieces in question are all monochrome - sort of.

the left version is the final version, the right version is technically the original. in the final version, to me, the blues are pretty stark, while the greens and magentas are less so. there is some color theory thing going on here that i dont have a good cerebral understanding of and i wont pretend otherwise. i think i watched a youtube video on it once but it went in one ear and out the other. i just pick whatever colors look nicest based on whatever vibe im going for.

this one is more subtle, i think. can you tell the difference? there's nothing wrong with 100% greyscale art, but i like the depth that adding just a hint of color can bring.

i'll note that the examples i'll be using in this post all began as purely greyscale, but this is a process i use for just about every piece of art i make, including the full color ones. i'll use the recent mithrun art i made to demonstrate. additionally, i use clip studio paint, but the general concept should be transferable to other art programs.

for fun let's just start with Making The Picture. i've been thinking of making this writeup for a while and had it in mind while drawing this piece. beyond that, i didn't really have much of a plan for this outside of "mithrun looks down and hair goes woosh." i also really like all of the vertical lines in the canary uniform so i wanted to include those too but like. gone a little hog wild. that is the extent of my "concept." i do not remember why i had the thought of integrating a shattered mirror type of theme. i think i wanted to distract a bit from the awkward pose and cover it up some LOL but anyway. this lack of planning or thought will come into play later.

note 1: the textured marker brush i specifically use is the "bordered light marker" from daub. it is one of my favorite brushes in the history of forever and the daub mega brush pack is one of the best purchases ive ever made. highly recommend!!!

note 2: "what do you mean by exclusion and difference?" they are layer blending modes and not important to the overall lesson of this post but for transparency i wanted to say how i got these "effects." anyway!

with the background figured out, this is the point at which i generally merge all of my layers, duplicate said merged layer, and Then i begin experimenting with gradient maps. what are gradient maps?

the basic gist is that gradient maps replace the colors of an image based on their value.

so, with this particular gradient map, black will be replaced with that orangey red tone, white will be replaced with the seafoamy green tone, etc. this particular gradient map i'm using as an example is very bright and saturated, but the colors can be literally anything.

these two sets are the ones i use most. they can be downloaded for free here and here if you have csp. there are many gradient map sets out there. and you can make your own!

you can apply a gradient map directly onto a specific layer in csp by going to edit>tonal correction>gradient map. to apply one indirectly, you can use a correction layer through layer>new correction layer>gradient map. honestly, correction layers are probably the better way to go, because you can adjust your gradient map whenever you want after creating the layer, whereas if you directly apply a gradient map to a layer thats like. it. it's done. if you want to make changes to the applied gradient map, you have to undo it and then reapply it. i don't use correction layers because i am old and stuck in my ways, but it's good to know what your options are.

this is what a correction layer looks like. it sits on top and applies the gradient map to the layers underneath it, so you can also change the layers beneath however and whenever you want. you can adjust the gradient map by double clicking the layer. there are also correction layers for tone curves, brightness/contrast, etc. many such useful things in this program.

let's see how mithrun looks when we apply that first gradient map we looked at.

gadzooks. apologies for eyestrain. we have turned mithrun into a neon hellscape, which might work for some pieces, but not this one. we can fix that by changing the layer blending mode, aka this laundry list of words:

some of them are self explanatory, like darken and lighten, while some of them i genuinely don't understand how they are meant to work and couldn't explain them to you, even if i do use them. i'm sure someone out there has written out an explanation for each and every one of them, but i've learned primarily by clicking on them to see what they do.

for the topic of this post, the blending mode of interest is soft light. so let's take hotline miamithrun and change the layer blending mode to soft light.

here it is at 100% opacity. this is the point at which i'd like to explain why i like using textured brushes so much - it makes it very easy to get subtle color variation when i use this Secret Technique. look at the striation in the upper right background! so tasty. however, to me, these colors are still a bit "much." so let's lower the opacity.

i think thats a lot nicer to look at, personally, but i dont really like these colors together. how about we try some other ones?

i like both of these a lot more. the palettes give the piece different vibes, at which point i have to ask myself: What Are The Vibes, Actually? well, to be honest i didn't really have a great answer because again, i didn't plan this out very much at all. however. i knew in my heart that there was too much color contrast going on and it was detracting from the two other contrasts in here: the light and dark values and the sharp and soft shapes. i wanted mithrun's head to be the main focal point. for a different illustration, colors like this might work great, but this is not that hypothetical illustration, so let's bring the opacity down again.

yippee!! that's getting closer to what my heart wants. for fun, let's see what this looks like if we change the blending mode to color.

i do like how these look but in the end they do not align with my heart. oh well. fun to experiment with though! good to keep in mind for a different piece, maybe! i often change blending modes just to see what happens, and sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. i very much cannot stress enough that much of my artistic process is clicking buttons i only sort of understand. for fun.

i ended up choosing the gradient map on the right because i liked that it was close to the actual canary uniform colors (sorta). it's at an even lower opacity though because there was Still too much color for my dear heart.

the actual process for this looks like me setting my merged layer to soft light at around 20% opacity and then clicking every single gradient map in my collection and seeing which one Works. sometimes i will do this multiple times and have multiple soft light and/or color layers combined.

typically at this point i merge everything again and do minor contrast adjustments using tone curves, which is another tool i find very fun to play around with. then for this piece in particular i did some finishing touches and decided that the white border was distracting so i cropped it. and then it's done!!! yay!!!!!

this process is a very simple and "fast" way to add more depth and visual interest to a piece without being overbearing. well, it's fast if you aren't indecisive like me, or if you are better at planning.

let's do another comparison. personally i feel that the hint of color on the left version makes mithrun look just a bit more unwell (this is a positive thing) and it makes the contrast on his arm a lot more pleasing to look at. someone who understands color theory better than i do might have more to say on the specifics, but that's honestly all i got.

just dont look at my layers too hard. ok?

#process #art tutorial #unsure what else to tag this as. if this does not post properly i will cry.

[ilovepedro]

Over the Edge | joel miller x f!reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~1.2k

Summary: Joel agonizingly taunts you before pushing you over the edge.

Warnings: no outbreak, pwp, established relationship, edging, unprotected PIV (wrap it up y'all!), TW: daddy kink, oral (f!receiving), fingering, begging, soft!dom!Joel, sub!reader, dom/sub dynamic, creampie, two (2) spanks, hella pet names (angel, dollface, baby, baby girl, princess, etc), squirting, reader is female, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N, let me know if i missed anything! :)

A/N: hey y'all!! <3 i've been a bit down in the dumps about my writing lately so, this was just something i wrote for fun to get back into the groove :) i took some inspo from a few prompt lists such as this one and this one. this is my first ever daddy kink fic lol i'm nervous. anyway, i hope y'all enjoy! 🫶🏼 poorly self-beta'd, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Heat pricks your skin, the mixture of the Texas heat and the man above you creates a sheen of sweat on your body. Glistening in the warm glow of the room, you writhe beneath Joel as he pins you down with his strong hands lazily swirling his tongue along your puffy, swollen clit. 

He’s been edging you for hours. A lazy Saturday spent between your legs, Joel eager to put you in your place after he’d caught you touching yourself this morning without his permission.

Eager to unravel you.

Constantly bringing you to the brink and leaving you dangling off the cliff before reeling you back in, withholding your sweet, sweet release.

Releasing your precious pearl from his mouth, he hums as he savors the flavor of you on his tongue. He presses teasing kisses along your body as he slithers up to your mouth, whines bubbling from your chest. Tears sting the corners of your eyes, the ache in your core burning brighter with every touch.

“You gonna be good for me, dollface?” Joel hums, his thick fingers hooking under your chin, bringing your gaze to meet his. His eyes are wild, blown with pure lust. A tear rolls down your cheek as you impatiently nod.

“C’mon, princess. Use your words. Wanna hear you. Lemme hear you beg for it,” he taunts.

A whine rips from your throat. Joel teases your dripping cunt with his dexterous digits, your thighs sticky and coated with slick and saliva.

Exasperated and desperate, your eyes squeeze shut as you begin to beg.

“Yes I’ll be good, just please, Joel.”

You gasp at the dull sting of a soft smack to your thigh.

“Please who?”

Your eyes snapping open as you gulp, the dull sting of the smack heightening your need, your clit furiously throbbing as a new wave of slick seeps from your cunt. 

“Daddy. Please, daddy.”

“‘S better. Now I’ll ask ya one more time – are ya gonna be good for me?”

“Yes, daddy, I promise. I promise I’ll be good, I’ll do anything you want, just please.”

“Please, what? What do ya want, princess?”

“Y-your cock. Need your cock, daddy, please,” you mewl, squirming under his hold.

He laughs, smug and satiated with your begging as his cock twitches at the sound of your neediness, your shrill moan like music to his ears. His large, rough hands skate down your body to pin your hips down, his lips brushing against your neck.

“Beggin’s a good look on ya, dollface,” Joel taunts, his thick digits fluttering around your aching core, teasingly sliding his fingers through your folds, collecting your slick. Sharply gasping at the feel of his calloused fingertips brushing against where you need him most, more tears rolling down your cheeks as you softly whimper and writhe under his broad chest.

“Shhh, shhh, easy, baby. Relax, angel. Daddy’s got ya. Gonna give ya what ya want, don’t worry, baby,” Joel says, nipping at your chin as he lines himself up with your entrance.

Joel grabs your hips to adjust the angle and slides home in one swift move, the obscene amount of slick dripping from your cunt aiding him. He places your calves on his chest, your ankles resting on his broad shoulders.

An animalistic moan claws from your throat, shredding your vocal chords as Joel fills you up, stuffing you to the brim. His cock, thick and heavy and long.

“Fuck, look so fuckin’ pretty takin’ my cock, angel,” he groans, your heat clenching around him. “Ya like when daddy fills you up, baby?” He asks, dragging his hips agonizingly slow against yours.

“Yes, daddy. Love it when you fill me up, f-feels so good,” you squeal. His pace gradually picks up, fucking deep into you, your pornographic moans growing louder and higher with every thrust as Joel grunts above you.

Squelches fill the air, your slick dripping onto the sheets as it smears in between you and Joel.

“So fuckin’ wet, ya hear how wet you are, baby girl? Who’s this all for, hmm?”

You try to tell him it’s for him, for daddy, but he’s fucking you so good, so deep, he’s taken your ability to speak. There’s another smack to your thigh, only it stings a bit more. Another broken moan rumbles from your chest, the ache fueling the fire that’s burning in your belly.

“Use your manners, baby girl, I’m talkin’ to ya. Who’s this all for?”

“You, daddy! All for you, my pussy’s yours, I’m yours,” you babble almost incoherently. 

“There we go, good girl. ‘S right, baby. All mine,” Joel smirks, placing a kiss on your calf as he hits that sweet spot. 

Your hand mindlessly finds your clit, eagerly stroking yourself until Joel swats your hand away. Releasing your legs, he leans down, practically bending you in half. Pleasure ripples throughout your body as he roughly pins your hands on each side of your head, caging you in between his taut biceps.

His thrusts grow rougher, needier. 

“Greedy. Girl,” Joel grunts, punctuating his words with his hips. 

“You don’t fuckin’ learn, do ya? What, this cock ain’t enough for ya, baby doll?”

You ferociously shake your head, whimpering as he continuously hits that sweet spot, eyelids heavy with your orgasm nearer in sight. 

“‘S enough, daddy, I swear,” you slur. Suddenly and swiftly, Joel lets go of your hands and grabs your hips, flipping over onto his back as he still sits inside you.

Hips flushed together, you sit perched atop him, straddling his strong thighs. Gasping at the newfound depth, your eyes fly open as you brace yourself on his taut chest.

“Wanna act up? Now ya gotta work for it, angel. Go on now - ride my cock, dollface. Wanna see you come all over me. Soak my fuckin’ cock, babygirl.”

He gives you a nudge, lightly bouncing you on his throbbing length. You feel him pulsing inside your warm, wet heat. A whine rips from your throat as he kisses your cervix. Mouth dry and sweat coating your body, you muster all the strength in your being as you slowly drag along his cock.

Moans ripping from each of you, the friction finally giving the two of you relief.

“Atta girl. Look so fuckin’ pretty bouncin’ on daddy’s cock.”

His filthy fucking mouth.

You toss your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you pick up the pace, fucking yourself harder onto his cock. 

Joel tightens his grip on your waist, squeezing your hips. It’s so fucking hot in the room, it’s hot everywhere. His touch sets your body alight, your skin burning beneath his hands. Oversensitivity sinking in as you near the edge of your release.

“C’mon, babygirl. You’re close. Can feel it. Fuckin’ squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight, Christ,” Joel grunts.

He runs the pad of his calloused thumb between your soaked folds, coating it in your slick. Your hips buck at the sensation, a small cry tears through your vocal chords.

Joel brushes his thumb against your clit, stroking you as you bounce on his cock. Wailing above him, you clutch his chest for purchase. Your orgasm is blinding – burning hot white as you squirt on his cock. Writhing and twitching as you ride out your orgasm, continuously gushing around him as your ears ring. Your eyes squeezed shut as a few stray tears cascade down your cheeks, your ears plugged from the intensity of your orgasm.

Blinded by your orgasm, you hadn’t even noticed Joel finished inside you. You fall forward, collapsing on top of him, both of your breaths ragged. A sticky mess collected in between both of you, sex and sweat permeating the hot summer air.

He gently runs a hand along your spine, bringing you back to earth as you catch your breath. Joel presses a kiss to your head, leaving his lips pressed against your hair as he hums.

“Fuck, so fuckin’ good, baby. Good job soakin’ daddy’s cock, dollface. Knew you’d be a good girl for me – always are.”

#tw daddy kink #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller one shot #daddy k!nk

[eddiediaaz]

Hi! Can I ask how you did the double exposure gifs for your merlin set? They're beautiful btw!

heyy, thank you!! of course!

it's actually not very hard, the trick is to find the right shots for this. here's how i did it (reference gifset), under the cut.

for this tutorial i will be: — using photoshop cs5 on windows — assuming you know how to make gifs using the timeline — have basic coloring, sharpening, groups, and layer masks knowledge

I. CHOOSING THE RIGHT SHOTS

the ultimate trick to pull this off is to choose the right image. in order to do the double exposure, you need a silhouette shot that has these:

a defined and dark silhouette with a background that is not too busy

enough contrast between the silhouette and the background

the silhouette should take at least 50% of the space

not too much movement

here are a few examples of why they work and why they won't:

gwen: perfect example since this shot is already quite contrasted with a defined silhouette. there won't be a lot of work needed to make this one work.

merlin: not a great example because even tho there's a somewhat good contrast between him and the background, the silhouette is just too bright, not dark enough.

arthur: another good example, even if there are some bright spots on his face and armor. since he's not moving too much, you can definitely brush some black over him to make his silhouette darker (i'll explain/show later)

morgana: this one could work because the contrast is great, but of course her skintone is very bright against the black clothing. that being said, since the movement is not too bad, it could be possible to brush some black over her and move these layers with keyframes (as mentioned for arthur's example). i haven't tried it tho, but i think it would work well enough.

once you have your silhouette shot, you need another gif for the double exposure. what works best, in my opinion, are:

wide, large shots

shots with no to little camera movement (no pan, zoom, etc), but the subjects in the shot can have little movement of course

pretty cinematography/scenery shots

i find these are easier to find and make it work, it's not as "precise" as with silhouette shots. it's mostly just trial and error to see what works best with the silhouettes.

II. PREPPING THE SILHOUETTE

for the effect to work, we want a silhouette that's dark as possible. i'm gonna use the gwen and arthur shots as examples.

for the gwen gif, i started by sharpening, and then upped the contrast by quite a lot so her silhouette is mostly black, while retaining some nice details. i've used only 3 layers here:

selective color layer: in the blacks tab, playing with the black slider (value: +10)

brightness/contrast layer: added a lot of contrast (+61) and a bit of brightness (+10)

black and white layer: on top, its blending mode set to soft light and at 20% opacity. gives a bit more depth and contrast

then for the arthur example, i've also sharpened it first, and added contrast layers in this order (the skintone looks horrible, but it won't matter soon lol):

levels layer: black slider at 0, grey slider at 0.76, white slider at 104

selective color layer: in the blacks tab, black slider at +10

brightness/contrast layer: brightness at +1-, contrast at +47

black and white layer: on top, its blending mode set to soft light and at 20% opacity. gives a bit more depth and contrast

as you can see, half of his face is still quite bright. to correct that, create a new empty layer and put it between the gif and the coloring layers.

using a really soft brush and the black color, brush some black over his face and body on that new empty layer. you can edit the layer's opacity if you want, i've set mine to 71%. since arthur doesn't move much here, there's no need to keyframe this layer's position. for the morgana example, this is where you'd need to play with keyframes to make it work. here's where i'm at now after this:

you can always edit this layer later if you need, after doing the double exposure blending.

once the silhouette is all ready, you can put all layers in a group and rename it (i've renamed mine silhouette).

III. BLENDING

now the fun part! import the wide/scenery shot in photoshop, then resize it to the same height of your silhouette gif. make sure the gif is a smart object layer, and sharpen it. finally, bring this gif onto the silhouette canvas (by right clicking the smart object > duplicate layer). once you have both gifs onto your canvas, put the wide shot gif layer in a group, and set this group's blending option to screen.

you can then position the wide/scenery gif the way you like it in the canvas. this is how it looks for both examples after i've done that:

if the blending mode screen doesn't give you the best result, so you can play around with other blending modes (such as lighten and linear dodge in these particular cases), but generally speaking, screen is the real mvp here haha.

IV. COLORING

now that the double exposure effect is done, we need to color the gifs to bring them together. i went with simple coloring here, simply enhancing the colors that were already there. just make sure that the coloring layers for each gif are in their respective groups. here's how i've colored both examples:

gwen silhouette group: i added a gradient map layer on top of the contrast layers in black to green and set the blending mode to color

scenery shot group: multiple coloring layers, with a green color fill layer (blending mode set to color), with a layer mask so it only affects the top half of the gif

for the arthur gif, i did something very similar but with warmer colors. i didn't use a gradient map for arthur though:

arthur silhouette group: i made the yellow warmer, closer to orange/red, with a hue/saturation layer, and added more vibrance. didn't feel like it needed a gradient map layer here though.

wide shot group: basic coloring layers to enhance colors from the merlin & daegal shot, and an orange color fill layer set to the color blending mode.

at this point you're pretty much done. just need to add some final touches and typography (if you want).

V. FINAL TOUCHES

a small and completely optional detail, but i wanted to soften the edges of the wide gifs. to do so i've duplicated the smart object gif layer and removed the sharpening filters (right click on smart filter > clear smart filters). put this layer on top of the other smart object layers (but still below the coloring).

then with this same layer still selected, go to filter > blur > gaussian blur... > 10px. this will give you a very blurry gif, but we only want the edges of the canvas to be softer. so add a layer mask to this layer. with a very large and soft brush (mine was at 0% hardness and about 800px size), brush some black onto the layer mask to remove the blur in the middle of the gif.

you can play with this layer's opacity or gaussian blur amount if you want (by double clicking on the gaussian blur smart layer filter). here how both examples look with this gaussian blur layer:

you can also mask some of wide/scenery gifs if you'd prefer, so it shows less outside of the silhouette. just put a layer mask on that whole wide shot group and brush some black or grey on the layer mask. it's what i did for the gwen gif, with a very soft brush and i set the mask density to 72% (i kept the arthur one as is tho):

and that's how i did it! hopefully that was clear enough :)

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[honeytonedhottie]

prepping for the next year⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🫧

welcome to a brief guide on prepping for the next year in ur life to be fruitful <333

REFLECT - take the time to look at where u are right now, look at the habits that you've picked up and engrained into ur life, then depending on where u wanna be, decide which habits to keep and which habits to get rid of. make a list if u want a visual representation

start HABIT STACKING. habit stacking is a technique that was mentioned in the book "atomic habits" which i highly highly recommend. so basically the concept behind it is starting a habit that'll trigger a domino effect of positive habits. "a technique where u form new habits by pairing a new desired behavioral change with an already existing behavior you routinely do"

EXAMPLE : in the morning the first thing i do is i brush my teeth, my brain knows that as soon as i've finished brushing my teeth, i'll reach for my head-band and cleanser and begin to wash my face. the action of brushing my teeth created a domino effect because ik that after brushing my teeth -> i wash my face

GOAL SETTING - think about ur dream life, how it feels, looks etc u already know how to manifest, if ur on my blog or around this side of tumblr chances are u probably know about law of assumption and how it works. take some time to learn and apply it so that u can manifest ur dream life. and who you wanna be (build that SELF CONCEPT)

DAY-TO-DAY - make sure that ur prioritizing ur health above all and knowing what will you be doing on the day-to-day basis? what do u want it to be like, what is ur ideal quality of life? think about habits that'd align with it. for example if something u wanna experience in ur day-to-day life is energy in surplus then you'd look at ur habits and think "am i sleeping enough" or "whats my diet look like"

YOUR CIRCLE - take a look at the people that u surround urself with, their characters, their aspirations and habits and if that aligns with the life that u want for urself. for example if ur constantly surrounding urself with someone who is lazy or toxic, you'll subconsciously be influenced by their laziness and toxicity. the saying "you are who u surround urself with" is so true! surround urself with like-minded people or people that you'd want to be with in ur dream life.

some things to practice to improve urself :

self discipline (its like a muscle, the more u exercise it the stronger it becomes)

hydration (drink some water <333)

gratitude

thinking consciously (thinking from the wish fulfilled = ur manifestation coming into fruition)

reading (or listening to audio-books if reading isn't ur cup of tea)

#law of assumption #self concept #it girl #becoming that girl #self care #that girl #self love #it girl energy #dream girl #dream life #manifestation

[pinksatinsashes]

The Dream Girl's Guide to Setting and Achieving Goals

If there's one thing that I am insanely good at, it's planning and setting goals.

However I have not always been great at achieving them.

Call it laziness, lack of self discipline or being over ambitious, you can take your pick. But every year I would set goals and every year I would never achieve them.

This year I was, and am determined to transform. I'm tired of putting it off. I've tried a completely different method (read about that here) and it's finally working out, I cant't wait to share it with you.

Why is Setting and Achieving Goals Important?

Setting and achieving goals will forever be important, no matter what stage of life you're in if you don't want time to pass while you stay in the same place.

If you're happy staying exactly as you are, looking the same way, doing the same thing everyday, making the same money, dating the same guy or having the same conversations, year after year after year. Then this post simply isn't for you.

But for the rest of us, who want more, who understand that wanting something different means that you have to do something different, who want to grow, learn and develop and that who understand that time is the most valuable thing that we have; setting and achieving things, day after day, month after month and year after year is insanely important.

If you are one of us, I'm sure you already knew that, the issue might be actually following through.

You're good at setting goals, not so much with actually achieving them?

Maybe it's not your fault, maybe you're just doing it wrong.

------------- How To Set Goals -------------

How many of us start the new year, or the random day that we decide we need to be better by writing a list of Goals?

Maybe that list looks something like this.

Lose 10lbs

Grow Hair Longer

Dress Better

Save Money

Get 1000 followers on X platform

Can you see the problem here? My STEM girlies are yelling at the screen saying that the goals aren't SMART (Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Timely).

The real problem?

All of these goals are end products.

And to eliminate this problem, and make these goals better, we have to turn them into habits.

-------- How to turn Goals into Habits --------

Let's go through our list again.

Lose 10lbs -> Workout 4 times a week, do one form of excerise a day and eat at a caloric deficit.

Grow Hair Longer -> Keep hair in protective styles, use hair growth oils daily, only brush hair when in conditioner

Dress Better -> Sell the clothes I don't like to buy clothes I do like, do a closet clear out once a month, only buy things that are high quality

Save Money -> Budget all money once a month, unsubscribe from things I no longer use, declutter and sell things I no longer need once a month.

Get 1000 followers on X platform -> Post 3 times a week, create meaningful content, reply to all comments left on posts daily, interact with posts from others in the sam niche every day

Can you see the difference?

By changing your goals from the end product to the process these goals suddenly mean more. They're more helpful and seem much more achievable.

End goals cannot always be controlled, you can do everything right, post 3 times a week, reply to all your comments and your following count may still not change for months... then all of a sudden something goes viral and they'll call you an overnight success.

By shifting your focus to the things you can control, rather than the end product, your sense of achievement comes from your consistency and hard work, allowing you to keep going even when you don't see any changes.

This prevents you from giving up when success could be just around the corner.

-------- How To Achieve Your Goals --------

Now that we've gone through how to set Goals, lets talk about how to achieve them.

A lot of people just stop at the first part and never think about the things that they can do to ensure that their goals are met.

Never stop at the list.

Why?

You have no initiative to ever look at this list again so you'll most likely forget you even wrote them down in a few weeks

You haven't factored how your life may make achieving these goals a priority.

The answer to this problem?

Turning your Habits into Routines.

It's all well and good setting goals, even setting good goals. But you also need to make sure that you're creating an environment that's conducive to the goals you want to achieve, the habits you want to keep, and the life you want to create.

------- How to turn Habits into Routines ------

We've written down all our goals, turned them into habits and now it's time of the most important part, turning them into routines.

This is important because consistency is key, always. Instead of saying that you'll do something 3 times a week and leaving at that, let's go deeper.

Which days of the week will you do it? What time? For how long?

Leaving it up to chance is risky. What if you forget?

We need to create consistent routines.

Pick which days to do your habits

Pick what time you'll do your habits

Pick how long you'll do them for

Pick what you'll do before and after.

Try to make this as consistent as possible, for example, same time every day, same day every week.

Make sure that every single hour is accounted for, even if it's just set as free time.

Its easy to convince yourself you don't have enough time to do things, let's put all the things you have to do into a spreadsheet with how long it'll take and when you'll do it. Better yet we can use a calendar app or website.

See all the free time you've got?

Now creating routine is so much more than writing it down and doing it everyday or every week. At first you may have to check the app every five seconds to see what you're meant to be doing but if you stay consistent, after a few weeks it'll become second nature.

------------ Removing Distractions ----------

Organising your time and creating a routine is really eye-opening because it gives you a chance to wonder what the f*** you've been spending your time doing.

Nothing productive probably. Take a look at your screentime, what apps are you spending your time on? How long are you spending? Is this part of the life you'd like to build for yourself?

It might be time for a break.

I am being so honest when I said that getting rid of every single distraction that could be keeping me from my goal was the single most important decision I could've made when planning 2024.

I went full on, no Netflix, no YouTube, no music, no games, no social media. No distractions. For at least the first month of my new routine and I plan on only adding everything back slowly.

I advise you do the same.

Remove the things that you can see could distract you from your goals. What's keeping you from going to bed early? What would you rather do than going to the gym?

I'm telling you, I haven't stopped working on myself, because I genuinely have nothing better to do. I've cut all the distractions out. Going on my one hour walk is now what I look forward to all day. The gym is the best part of my day.

My days currently consist of self improvement, wellness podcasts, reading Jane Austen, being active, cleaning my spaces, skincare and early nights.

But it feels like I'm living my dream life? Whenever I think of my ideal day it's never included 4 hours of mindless scrolling or spending 2 hours down a YouTube rabbit hole.

When I think of my dream life it's always been home cooked meals, reading and fancy skincare routines. I couldn't be happier and I really don't feel like I'm missing out on anything.

TRY IT.

This is probably the most important step because the power that distractions have on us is so real.

You can do all the planning and have the best intentions but if your want to play games, scroll mindlessly on social media, text a guy that doesn't care about you or engage in celebrity drama is greater than your want to be better? Good Luck Charlie.

---- Making Your Goal Your Obsession ----

This is actually the fun part.

All I do is listen to podcasts about my goal, read books about my goals, make pinterest boards about my goals and talk to myself about my goals. I'm so obsessed.

Make a reading list, find some podcasts that align with your goals, follow blogs with the same mindset, talk to those of your friends that will get it.

This makes sure that nothing can distract you, and you can't just 'forget' to work towards your goal.

However, you must not let your time obsessing over your goal be more than your time actually working on your goal. Do not forget that.

------------- Books that could help ------------

Atomic Habits by James Clear

Digital Minimalism by Cal Newport

----- May the odds be ever in your favour.. -----

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[kvtie444]

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dealer! chris 😸 (one of my fav trav songs)

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I rolled my head back against the headrest of the car, glancing at Chris as he counted the bills I gave him. He licked his thumb, flicking between each note before shoving the cash carelessly into his back pocket. Leaning over my body, he reached for the glove compartment, and I felt a butterflies as his toned arms brushed past me, his long fingers expertly opening it to retrieve a bag with my benz.

He sighed, holding out the bag for me at the edge of his fingertips. Our hands grazed as I took it, putting it into my purse. Chris was my dealer, and surprisingly, we were closer than most dealers and customers. I didn't mind; we got along well, and besides, he was fine. I wasn't blind.

Fiddling with the material of my seatbelt for a moment, I wasn't sure if he wanted me to go back inside my house or if he wanted to chill. As if reading my mind, he spoke up, "Just got this new strain of Cali, wanna try some?". I smiled and nodded. He smirked, the same smirk that never failed to send tingles through my whole body. Reaching over to the glove compartment again, he took out papers, filters, a lighter, grinder, and another bag.

He tipped out the bud into the grinder and handed it to me. I obliged, twisting the cap back and forth as he retrieved the papers. The soft hum of music from his playlist echoed through the car as we engaged in small talk about our day before he took the grinder from my hand.

I watched as he tipped it into the paper, using his lanky fingers to expertly roll up. He stuck his tongue out before licking and sealing the zoot, twisting the end. "Wait," I interrupted him, gripping his free wrist. He looked at me confused. "Are you driving?" I asked, worry evident on my face. He chuckled slightly, looking down, and I sighed. "You're not driving high. Come," I nodded toward my front door as I unbuckled my seatbelt.

He followed suit, and we walked up to my front door, him impatiently kicking the floor as I unlocked it. I led him to my room, slightly embarrassed by my unmade bed, but he seemed to have no problem with it. We both sat in the middle of my bed, facing opposite each other, as he eagerly took out his lighter and lit up.

He looks around my room as he takes a hit, ghosting the smoke out his mouth. As the room filled with the sweet scent of the newly lit joint, Chris passed the joint back to me. The soft glow of the dim room created an intimate ambiance. I took a drag from the joint, feeling the familiar warmth of the smoke as I passed it to Chris. Our fingers brushed again in the exchange, sending a subtle yet electric thrill through both of us.

"I've never been in your room before," he speaks up. I look at his hooded and red eyes, laughing slightly. "I know," I smile back at him. He chuckles and looks down for a second before looking back up at me. "It's nice, smells like you," he says, taking a drag. I roll my eyes playfully, "It smells like weed," I joke back. "You know what I mean," he mumbles.

He has a mischievous glint in his eyes as he licks his lips. Leaning his head back against the headboard behind him, his jawline now flexing as his red, hooded eyes look down at me. "You know what else I've never done before?" he asks. I hum back a "hm?" fiddling with the material of the blanket I was sitting on top of. "Shotgunned." My jaw almost drops, and I look back at him, feeling my cheeks go red. He smirks as he leans forward again. Like a magnet, I follow his movements. He cups my jaw slightly before I part my lips. He takes a hit and leans in, his plump pink lips brushing against my own.

The sensation of the smoke merging with our shared breath heightened the intimate atmosphere in the room. As he pulled back, a mischievous glint still lingering in his eyes, I couldn't help but chuckle nervously. The faint taste of the smoke lingered on my lips, creating a unique and exhilarating experience.

"That was... different," I remarked, my cheeks still flushed. Chris laughed, a low and warm sound that resonated through the room. "Good different, though," he added, his eyes locked onto mine.

The joint between us continued to pass back and forth as we exchanged sin small talk and lingering glances. The room felt like a cocoon, shielding us from the outside world and allowing our connection to deepen in the hazy ambiance.

Time seemed to dance in a slow rhythm, and I found myself captivated by the way Chris's eyes sparkled in the soft glow. As the joint neared its end, he leaned in again, his lips meeting mine in a gentle yet intense kiss. The shared smoke from earlier seemed to linger, adding an extra layer of connection to our entwined breaths.

Lost in the moment, I let the joint burn out in the rolling tray on my nightstand, the room enveloped in a comfortable silence. Chris leaned back against the headboard, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. We shared another quiet laugh, the kind that only two people in sync can understand.

"Not very professional of you. You do that with all your customers?" I laugh. He sighs, a smile still on his lips. "Just you princess".

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[thefallennightmare]

For You? Never-Matt Dierkes

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Matt Dierkes x Reader

Warnings: just pure fluff, a smidge of smut talk.

Summary: A cute moment where you try to surprise Matt with something only to find out he's always two steps ahead of you.

Authors Note: Enjoy this little drabble about a dream I had the other night! I really love writing Matt so there will be more in the future, besides the one-shot I've got planned.

Tags: @thescarlettvvitch @burning-outx @concreteemo @artificialbreezy @klutzy-kay24 @itarisblog @cookiesupplier

I have to tell Matt this. 

Pushing my way through the crowds of people, I took the stairs up to the rooftop garden two steps at a time, trying to get to Matt before something else took his attention away. I knew he was busy setting up for the small acoustic show that Bad Omens was putting on tonight but he needed to know what I just found on my phone. 

There was a small raccoon sanctuary place a few blocks from here that allowed small group tours. With our off day tomorrow, I knew that he would be all for this idea. It’d been so long since only the two of us went out together, especially while out on the road working. 

Once I stepped onto the rooftop, the cool autumn air made me pull Matt’s sweater closer to me as I looked through the busy bodies running around setting up for the show. When my eyes landed on him, I felt my heart jump into my throat at the sight of him. 

His typical hat was covering his face as he bent over the sound desk, working on a new softer mix for tonight's show. I could see the muscles strain under his shirt, memories of last night fluttering to my mind knowing that the fabric was hiding the scratches down the entire length of his back. 

“Matt,” I snuck underneath his arm to wrap myself around him. “I have to tell you something.” 

If it was anyone else interrupting his work, they’d be on the receiving end of a glare and a typical Thotblaster comment but for me, those hard eyes softened as he cupped my cheek. 

“Where’d you run off to?” Matt asked after pressing a kiss to my forehead. 

“I helped Noah set up the merch table downstairs. But I have to tell you something,” I said while gripping the front of his shirt. 

“Oh did you see the new design for the Hell I Overcame sweater? I know you love Greek Mythology so I reached out to the guy who drew it,” Matt brushed away a few loose strands of hair from my face. 

“No not that,” I chewed my lip. “Well, yes. I do love that design. I already told Noah to keep one to the side for me. But that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. I know you’re busy.” 

“For others, yes,” he pressed a kiss to my lips. “For you? Never.” 

Wrapping my arms tighter around his waist I deepened our kiss for another long beat before pulling away, breathless. Two years together and Matt still managed to make me breathless with every kiss. 

“So you know how we have an off day tomorrow?” I started. 

The sounds of everyone setting up for the show faltered beneath us, only Matt and I existed as he stared at me with fondness in his eyes. 

“There’s this raccoon sanctuary a few blocks from here. I thought maybe we could make a day of it. Get dinner afterward. Maybe see a movie? I don’t know, I just thought that it would be good for us to take a break away from everyone for a few hours.” 

I rambled on when I noticed Matt didn’t say anything, simply stared at me and lifted my chin with a finger to brush his lips over mine again. 

“I’m two steps ahead of you, sweetheart,” he muttered against them. 

“You planned this already? Why did you let me ramble on then?” I gazed up through my lashes while sneaking my hands underneath his shirt, softly scratching at his warm skin. 

Matt shrugged and gently pressed me against the sound desk behind me. “You’re cute when you ramble. The way your mouth moves, your eyes shine with excitement, and the way your teeth bite your bottom lip.”

I could feel his cock twitch underneath his joggers when he pressed his hips against me and knew he was also thinking about last night. It was a quick but quiet fuck in his bunk on the bus since everyone was asleep. His hand was covering my mouth as he fucked me with such fever it made my head spin; my nails against his skin were the only outlet for my screams when I finally came. 

“Matt,” I breathed. “There’s people around.” 

He hummed into the crook of my neck, breathing me in. “I’ve got a couple of minutes until the show starts. Maybe we can sneak onto the bus again? No one’s there so you can be as loud as you want.” 

With a giggle, I patted his chest to give us some space, but not before kissing his jaw. 

“Later,” I promised. 

Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, Matt pulled me into his chest to show me his laptop. 

“Any guess what song I’m working on?”

I shrugged while wrapping an arm around his midsection again. “I have no idea what I’m looking at.” 

“Two years together and you still don’t understand my mixes,” Matt tsked while clicking his tongue against his teeth. 

I pinched his side. “Sorry, I was preoccupied with being your assistant for the first six months. Your good looks distracted me from paying attention to anything you said.” 

“And my charm?” He smiled wide with a wink. 

“Sure,” I joked while stepping away from him, knowing I had to head back down to help finish setting up the merch table. 

I made it two steps before Matt wrapped his arms around me again, this time my stomach to pull me into his chest. 

“Matt,” I giggled when his fingers softly dug into my stomach. “I have to go help finish setting up.” 

I felt him shake his head behind me before resting his chin on top of my head. 

“Nope, you’re staying here with me. I want to officially show you what I do.” 

With a content sigh, I eased into his embrace as he went through everything he did as the front-of-house manager for Bad Omens and all the other varieties of mixes for each song. All the while, I gazed up at him over my shoulder with a fond smile. 

The sight of him was breathtaking. He looked so intense as he rambled on about things I didn’t understand with the view of the skyline behind him, the flowers and plants that lined the edge of the rooftop paled in comparison to his eternal glow that always captivated me. 

“I love you,” I proclaimed. 

Matt paused talking about the kind of equipment he used to cup my cheek, laying a firm and fiery kiss upon my awaiting lips. 

“I love you too.”

#matt dierkes #matt dierkes x reader #matt dierkes fanfiction #bad omens #bad omens cult

[kimberleyjean]

Aziraphale's Illustrated Bible

There are a lot of interesting items stored within Aziraphale's bookshop and one I find fascinating is the bible (or bibles) that are typically on the stand next to his desk and which they use for the Job flashback/memory sequence. Here's what these books look like in episode 2 - the blue detailed folio, the beige folio held by Aziraphale, and this same beige folio when opened to Job:

You might not have noticed yet, but there are several other images shown in this book in the second season! Often the book is out of focus and far from the camera, but some sleuths on reddit were able to identify the particular images being shown.

Let's take a look at those images and where they occur in the show. All of these images are famous illustrations by Harold Copping:

1. "Joseph knows his brethren" - Book of Genesis, Old Testament

This image is on display in episode 1 and looks like this on camera. To spot it, I used the little telltale shadow that is created on the ground:

The story of Joseph may be more familiar to you as "Joseph and the Technicolour Dreamcoat". I've certainly had to brush up on my bible knowledge myself, so please, if you know more than I do and I've gone wrong anywhere let me know. Joseph is rejected by his family and they believe him dead. He then gets promoted to a high-up position in Egypt. The image depicted is when Joseph is reunited with his estranged brothers and they don't recognise him at first (something which happens a lot in season 2!). However, Joseph recognises them and he pretends to be a stranger to them at first. Eventually, he clears the room and says to them "I am Joseph! Is my father still living?". I'm sure there is more to unpack in this story but I'll leave that for someone with better biblical knowledge.

2. "Jacob's vow" - Book of Genesis, Old Testament

This image appears in episode 2:

In the episode, it first appears in the background looking like this:

According to comments on the reddit post, this image could refer to "Jacob’s vow in Bethel, that’s when he promised to worship God if God took care of him, and it was the day after his famous dream about a ladder in heaven. It is generally a symbol of the link between heaven and Earth." Here is a quote from the exact passage: "Genesis 28:20 Then Jacob made a vow, saying, “If God will be with me, and keep me in this way that I am going, and give me bread to eat and clothing to put on, so that I come back to my father's house in peace, then the lord shall be my God. And this stone which I have set as a pillar will be God's house, and of all that you give me, I will surely give a tenth to you." We see a lot of emphasis on food giving this season. The Eccles cakes get offered to Maggie then handed to Crowley. Gabriel offers up lots of little snacks at the ball. The Metatron gifts Aziraphale the coffee. At the ball, we see people being given new clothes as well - is that what this could be referencing? Why do you think these particular images have been chosen?

3. "The Brazen Serpent" - Book of Numbers, Old Testament

What do we think of when we hear "serpent"? Anything snake-like refers to Crowley in this show, so that's where my mind immediately goes.

This appears in episode 3 looking like this (partially occluded):

The story is that God had sent fiery serpents to attack the Israelites for making complaints about God and Moses (no asking questions, no complaints? What kind of organisation is this? They really need to unionise). However, God seems to then have a change of heart and commanded Moses to erect a snake upon a pole, referred to as "Nehushtan", so that anyone bitten by the snakes can just look at this pole and they will survive.

We get some pretty wacky stories about God's fickleness in Good Omens, especially in the S2 Job flashbacks. Is this a reflection of that theme, perhaps.

4. "By the rivers of Babylon" - Book of Psalms, Old Testament

If you don't have a Christian background, you may be more familiar with the song than the story itself. From the wikipedia article: "The song is based on the Biblical Psalm 137:1-4, a hymn expressing the lamentations of the Jewish people in exile following the Babylonian conquest of Jerusalem in 586 BC".

It appears in episode 5 and looks like this:

One Redditor has explained it as such: "The rivers of Babylon symbolize deep grief and longing for freedom by people exiled from their homeland and doomed to live in captivity."

5. Closed Book(s)

The book also appears closed at times. Let's take a look at the scene where Aziraphale retrieves the book for the Job flashback. We see him getting out the beige folio and putting it onto the stand but over the top of an almost identical book. The only difference is that the Job one has blue detailing and the other is a plain/beige cover (seen here in this third image with Crowley, episode 6).

So what is this other book? Well, looking online, it appears that Harold Copping's illustrated bibles could come in sets of two - one for the Old Testament, and one for the New Testament. All the illustrations we see in S2 are from the Old Testament, so why would the New Testament also be there? When explaining this to someone they mentioned that Aziraphale has a lot of misprinted bibles in his collection. So could they instead be two different versions of the same text - one with misprints and one without? I'd be keen to hear your thoughts.

6. Bonus Season 1 Appearance!

In Season One, we also see a Harold Copping illustration - Adam and Eve after the Fall.

The book is in the same place inside the bookshop, as show in episode 1 (26:21) and episode 2 (51:40).

Beyond supporting the themes of Good Omens these books are useful in another way too - finding discontinuities! If you are interested in the discontinuities of Good Omens S2, then please check out this post:

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens theory #good omens clues #harold copping #ineffable mystery #good omens analysis

[ledgerserious8]

Put A Love | Patrick Verona & Reader

Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing

Genre : Love Smut

Summary : Patrick Need To Love You..

Word count : 7.7k

Part two of : A Shoulder To Cry

After two weeks of this letter you didn't tell anyone about it but you keep thinking about who could be sending you this love letter but all the sighs meaning one person...

Just Patrick..

Patrick was hiding himself against the tree of your new alone house He looked exhausted and seemed sad, his eyes showed how much he had suffered during these weeks

He needed you need your attention your love and everything in you His heart was broken that's made him throw A stone on your room window

'Please notice me" - he mumbled

But you keep Reading your book you was too foucs and into your little own world just thinking about everything can keep you off the world

He kept throwing stones, but you didn't look, your focus was on your book but he took a chance and ran towards the balcony, he banged his fist on the glass of your window

"Hey! Y/n" - he called you as looking at you as Patrick felt hopeless and dejected

He was shocked by how beautiful you was your bright eyes, your soft hair, your pretty lips everything on you was perfect

Patrick sighed and said - "Finally you see me" as sighing in relief

You come and opened your window to make him enter your room and he replied to you by a soft smile

'What do you want?" - you asked him calmly.

"You know what I want" he approached closer to the balcony.

The moonlight highlighted his eyes as he looked at her, he smiled his most charming smile

"You're the one I've been dreaming about all the time." - He whispered as looking into your eyes

You widen your eyes as your fingers holding the letter and he noticed it it's made him smiling more and looked back at you

'Was it you?" - You whispered after noticing his eyes seeing the letter

Patrick was delighted when you recognized the letter With his heart pounding, he slowly walked closer to you and took both your hands

He gently squeezed your hands and said - "Yes it’s me, it’s always me"

His eyes seemed to search for your approval, he needed you so much

"I am the one who wrote that letter, I can't explain how much you mean to me or how much I need you, I can't live without you." - Patrick added confidently

He didn't hold himself anymore so his fingers caressed your cheeks, your heart beat rapidly, the more he caressed, the thicker your breathing became faster than before

The moonlight created the perfect setting for this moment, his hands on your cheeks and his breath on your face made you melt into his touch as Patrick's heart beat like a drum in his chest, his every motion sent goosebumps on your skin

Patrick was lost in the heat of the moment, your soft skin felt heavenly He traced the shape of your face with his fingers, his breath brushing against your cheeks and nose

Patrick's heart was beating faster than ever as he looked down into your eyes, searching for a response from your mouth

'Are you serious?" - you whispered as looking into his eyes trying to searching for answers

Patrick hesitated for a moment before replying - "Yes, I am as serious as I've ever been in my life. I've never felt this way about anyone before.

I care for you more than anything else " - he whispered as took your hands into his and kissed them a soft kiss

Patrick looked into your eyes lovingly and longingly as he leaned into you, his face was just a few inches away He waited for a sign from you, hoping that you felt the same way

The tension in the air was palpable, the chemistry between them almost electric

'Say it" he whispered with deep voice as looking into your eyes and his hands cupped your face.

Patrick felt his body trembling from the urge to kiss you He was just inches away, and all he needed was the permission from you

"Say it, be my baby" - he whispered softly as leaning even closer

Patrick couldn't resist anymore, he had to know if you felt the same way but there's a simple hope into his heart for your next words

You keep silent as blushing just the look at him made you speechless it's made Patrick laughed softly at your cutest expression

"Tell me that you want me too" - He said with a smile as his fingers playing with your cheeks

"That you want this too That you are just as desperate to be with me as I am with you." - Patrick added softly as looking into your eyes

'That you're dreaming of me hugging you kissing you over and over"

'That you're dreaming of me put my love into your heart into your life"

'And into your body"

You keep silent but feeling your body temperature getting higher making him smirking noticed his effect on you and how your breath becomes heavily just because of him

'You already know i love you too" - you replied softly making him melting as his breath hitting the skin of your face

This was all he needed

Patrick didn't waste a second and closed the distance between the both of you, his hands went on your cheeks as his lips took your mouth against his as The kiss was full of desire, the both of your tongues intertwined and your bodies pressed against each other

It was a kiss that would make the both of you forget there was ever a world apart and your fingers moved making a way to touch his curly black hair

All of the emotions he had been bottling up inside of him finally overflowed in this moment, and he couldn't contain himself any longer.

Patrick's hands ran down your body, caressing your back and waist, all he could think about was this feeling, this connection he had never felt before

The kiss became more passionate as the both of you held each other so tight, his lips exploring every inch of your mouth, his body pressing against yours and his tongue licked your lips lightly

'Patrick" - you whispered but his long finger put on your lips to stop you from speaking

'Shh..tonight just our love" - he whispered back to you as smirking while looking at your shiny eyes and then at your lips

Patrick wanted nothing more than to be close to you in that moment, he wanted the both of your bodies to melt together and His hands were running through your hair, pulling it gently as he did, you was so beautiful in his dark brown eyes

He couldn't believe he was finally holding you and kissing you and put his truly love in your heart and body, the bad boy's dream had come true because of you

But suddenly...you felt him pick you up

Patrick lifted you in his arms and pulled you close to his body, he looked at you and could feel your heavily breath on his face The connection between the both of you was so intense that he wanted to lose himself in it so badly

your body fit perfectly into his larger frame, and it seemed like the both of you were made for each other Patrick's heart was beating so quickly as His lips moved from your mouth down to your neck, kissing and nibbling you gently. He wanted to take this moment in forever

Patrick laid you on your bed of your room, slowly running his hands alongside your body, enjoying your soft skin He wanted to touch you everywhere and explore every inch of your body, his tongue ran along your neck and your ear, making you biting your bottom lip

'Patrick I.." - you whispered but again he put his finger on your lips caressing your lips gently

"May I...?" - he mumbled as looking into your eyes, their breath was heavy and the both of your eyes locked with each other

You didn't answer..you lost control so you just nodded.

Patrick continued to kiss your neck, his hands slowly starting to move down you body He was so attracted to you and every part of you

He wanted to feel you body against him He started kissing your lips, your jaw, your ears, everywhere he could reach He was so lost in the moment, it felt like the two of them were the only ones in the room.

Patrick's exploration continued, and he was enjoying every reaction coming from you by his touch and kisses

You was so sensitive, and he was enjoying the way you was gasping and moaning with every move he did to your body He wanted to keep going, to keep exploring your body, to make you enjoy this time with him as much as possible.

'Oh..Patrick" - you moaned softly as closing your eyes and your hands wrapped around his back to pulled him closer to you feeling his body against yours

'Feel good babygirl?" - he whispered as asking you softly while he was sucking your earlobe and neck by his tongue

'S-so good" - you whispered back as biting your bottom lip and trying to take his black shirt off because you was needing him so much as much he need you

'I think you should do something" - he asked you softly making you keep looking at him as nodded gently

You understand what's he was meaning so you moved and get closer to him and started kissing his neck and gave him a love bites making him groaned your name softly

He asking you for more and don't want you to stop while your hands was taking his black shirt off

His body was manly like a gentleman not just a...good bad boy

'Y/n...baby" - he groaned softly as letting his fingers through your hair and back

You pulled him closer to as you throw his black shirt somewhere on the floor of the room and he did it you was just loved how his skin color and body was look perfect and suit you

He put you back on the bed making your head resting on the pillow and kissing your neck and lips passionately he was so hungry for everything about you

He want to kiss and touch every inch of you that Patrick Verona felt he can't get enough of you as his true love and everything he had need in his life

Take this off - he whispered as breaking the kiss and trying to take your shirt off so he could see your body and chest wearing bar but he want you to be naked for him

By one move from his fingers he just put your shirt up and take it off as throw it on the floor of the room with his black shirt

But after a few seconds his jeans and pants decided to join the floor too..

And your eyes seeing this pretty boy was just smiling as looking at your body and breasts wearing a dark pinky bar

'Can you stop staring" - you mumbled as avoiding looking at his eyes making him smirking

'I can staring at what mine any time i want right sweetie?" - he asked you teasingly as smiling at you sweaty face making you blushing under his gaze

He smiled more as started to unclipped your bra off so your breasts showing out for him letting him kissing and sucking your neck trying to make you ready for his next move and be in pleasure always

But Suddenly you let out a soft moan from your mouth after feeling his mouth captured one of your nipples as he keep sucking on it making you turned on and be needy for him he knew how to do that well

'Patrick..please" - you moaned out as your hands grabbed the bedsheet while closing your eyes as begging him to be hurry

You needed him..he made you needed him a lot

'Music in my ears" - he confessed as smiling at your your moans for him it's was so perfect for him to keep going

You closed your eyes because you never see your body is beautiful or good to be for him but his moves on your body make your lips let out a moans after make his fingers playing with your clothed clit slowly

By his fingers..he loved fingerling you

"So much wetness" - he mumbled while keep doing his job by his fingers

It's made you moaning a lot and god that bad boy was loving the melody of your moans running into his ears

He was eating you out by his fingers and without keep waiting he start pushing two finger inside of your clit

It's made your moans sounds becomes louder for him and you felt him smirking about it He can noticed your sweat on your face from up to down

'So wet for your bad boy" - he whispered in low huskily tone as pushed three finger inside of your wetness pussy

He didn't get a reply from you because you whimpering and trying to catch your breath he made your heart beating faster he can feel you was enjoying it so much

'Patrick please i need you" - you whispered as your fingers grabbed the bedsheet

He keep silent he wanted to eating you out and make you cum by his mouth but he felt he can't say no to you because he can see how seriously you want him to put his love into you

'As you wish baby" - he whispered in deep voice as smirking showing his teeth and his fingers just took your pants off

He wanted you to be calm and relaxed for him so he put a few soft kisses on your inner thighs again and again making you breathing heavily more then before

'Ready sweetheart?" - he asked you softly as looking at your eyes waiting for simple answer even if he knew you're ready he will just wait to hear you say it

It's was just a permission before everything

'Yes my Patrick I'm" - you whispered as put a smile and nodded at him

That's making him smiling because he loved the idea of you called him 'Your Patrick" making know that you're his and he's yours now and forever

He closed his eyes as He grabbed your hand with his his fingers locked with yours like romantic scene as he hide his face against your neck and hair you fell him started placing a trail of kisses on your neck

And you felt his cock push inside of your pussy gently and carefully guide himself inside of you he just making you moaned out softly but Patrick was so gentle with you like you were made of glass

And he doesn't want to break that glass..

'So please" - you whispered softly while you can feel him smirking

'Because it's us" - he replied as kissing your earlobe with smile on his sweaty face

He started thrust inside of you and you was so tight but you started feeling pleasure by because he pick up his speed he want to make you feel him...feel how he put his love into you

your moans made him almost losing control his sweaty chest started raising up and down like he was losing his breath and he knew you was the reason of it

'See how I'm losing my breath because of you" - he whispered as biting your earlobe and giving your neck love bites

The both of you was into your little own world but you can feel the bed started shaking by the movement of your bodies the walls was hearing your moans and his groans

Suddenly The sound of rain started hearing outside the window and the both of you didn't care because you was moaning his name and he was doing the same thing with you

You was in pleasure and he does too as the both of you was enjoying it too and his fingers keep grabbed the bedsheets and your hair was sticking to your forehead making you looked sexiest more in his eyes

""P-Patrick I can't take it" - you moaned as he keep thrusts inside of you and closed his eyes trying to control himself and forget your voice tone

'So hot like hell" he whispered as opened his lustful eyes and staring at you

'Let's cum together" - he added huskily as trying to speak more but you cut him off by kissing him making him forget everything about the world

A kiss during making love...it's was Patrick's favorite moments

You just kissed him passionately and he kissed you back as keep thrust inside of you faster then before you could feel the bed keep shaking with your legs around his waist

Everything becomes blur because the both of you was losing control together and can't take it anymore...

He groaned your name louder than before with you and you was screaming his name loudly for the last time when you both cumming together make your orgasm looks better

That pleasure that touchs and fingers and this muscle body and cook made you felt butterflys in your stomach while his fingers was on your clit

He give you a few thrusts before take himself out of you and colleagues on top of you he was whimpering and trying to catch his breath back

He was tired but feel proud of himself...by giving himself to you

He closed his eyes as smiling to himself of the idea of making love with you again and again in the future was making him realize he finally got you

the idea of you still beside him until now is still made him happy and don't want to let go never and ever like there's no more time in the world just to be with you

You smiled as feeling his strong arms wrapped around you pulled you closer to his body and chest making you lied your head on his chest

'I love you so much" - you confessed softly and made him lifted his head off from the pillow to look at your face

'I love you too thank you for letting me in" - he whispered against your lips and put a soft kiss

'Thank you for this pleasure you too" - you replied and he let out a cutr soft chuckle

'Did you felt good?" - he asked as looking into your eyes trying to read your mind

'Yes i did" - you said and let out a soft giggle while thinking about every moment happened between you and him from the beginning

He nodded silently as smiling cheerily and closed his eyes his eyelashes and mouth made him look a baby to you...your baby bad boy

You closed your eyes and a few minutes the breath of the both of you becomes slowed and your bodies hugging each other as the covers of the bed wrapped around the both of you

Patrick can be bad boy but it's dosen't mean he can't fall in love with you

It's dosen't mean he can't be good person all the time

It's dosen't mean he can't..

Put A Love

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Moonlight 🌙

𖢷 ۪ ࣪ Price just came back from a mission and finally gets to spend his night with you, showing you just how much he’s missed you.

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୨୧ I’m back and trying a new fandom cause I love Price so much. Also please send request for Price if you have any. 🤍

“It’s so pretty up here, John," you smile, admiring the skyline of the city from the balcony. You hear his footsteps as he shuts the sliding door, walking over to the little couch. Price sits with a sigh, flicking his lighter open and igniting the end of his cigar, the orange glow illuminating his face. As he takes a long drag, he leans back in the chair and exhales a cloud of smoke that mingles with the cool evening air. You smile slightly at the familiar smell of his cigar, a scent that always makes your brain foggy with memories of his body pressed against yours and his deep voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"It sure is, love," Price's gruff voice grumbles as he takes another drag from his cigar, “so pretty.” You lean on the railing, looking over your shoulder at him. "You're not looking at the view, are you?" you tease. He chuckles softly, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes a long drag from his cigar before replying, "No," he smirks, blowing out a cloud of smoke, "I've got a much better view right here." You feel heat rising to your cheeks as you turn fully towards him, leaning back against the railing.

You watch as he huffs out a cloud of smoke, coaxing you into his lap with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "C'mere, love," he whispers, his voice low and husky. You can't resist him and slowly make your way over to him, feeling a rush of excitement as you straddle his lap.

Price's hand settles on the curve of your ass, running his fingers along the fabric of your dress, sending shivers down your spine. You wrap your arms around, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He rests his cigar on the ashtray and leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You have no idea how much I missed you, sweetheart," he murmurs, his warm breath sending tingles down your neck. You tilt your head slightly, allowing him better access to your neck, his beard causing a soft sigh to escape your lips.

You grip his shoulder, whispering back, "I've missed you too, John." Price smirks, kissing your neck softly, and slips his hand under your dress, caressing your ass over your panties. The scent of smoke and his intoxicating cologne invades your senses, making it hard for you to focus on anything else but his rough hands kneading your skin and his lips trailing kisses along the curve of your neck.

You arch your back slightly, giving him better access to your body. You whine softly when he gently bites down on your neck, kissing over the sensitive spot he created. Price pulls back to admire your flushed face. He cups your face in his hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb. His deep voice rumbles with desire as he whispers, "You don't know what you do to me."

He leans in to capture your lips in a passionate and slow kiss, the taste of smoke lingering on his tongue. His hands squeeze and grope your ass, moving you against the rough fabric of his jeans as he deepens the kiss. You whimper into the kiss, grabbing onto the cushions for support. As Price's lips trail down your jawline, he pushes your dress over your ass, smacking it playfully before gripping onto your hips. "I can't get enough of you," he murmurs, pulling your dress up over your head, exposing your bare tits to the cool air. His eyes roam over your body perched on his lap making you feel a mixture of vulnerability and desire.

You bite your lip, feeling the mess between your legs grow as his gaze lingers on your exposed skin. His hands move up your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You can't help but arch into his touch as his fingertips graze along the curves of your tits, circling your hardened nipples. "Let me show you just how much I missed my sweet girl." He pinches your nipples gently, watching as you twitch and whimper pathetically under his touch. "You like that, sweetheart?" he asks, his accent making your heart race even faster.

You nod, unable to form words as you push yourself closer to his hand. He smirks, rolling his thumbs over your sensitive nipples before leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. You tighten your arms around his neck, pushing your tits against his chest, the friction making you moan softly. His hands explore further, dragging his fingers up your inner thigh until they reach your panties.

You gasp as his fingers trace the outline of your panties, teasingly grazing against your aching clit. You drop your head on his shoulder, panting as he rubs you through the damp fabric, the friction making your legs tremble. "Stop teasing me, please," you whine desperately, looking at him with pleading eyes as you sink your nails into his bicep. "I'm not, love," Price coos, brushing his free hand against your cheek and planting a gentle kiss on your lips. As he kisses you deeply, he slides his fingers under the waistband of your panties, groaning softly into your mouth as he feels your wetness against his fingertips.

"God- I've missed this," he breathes out against your lips. His fingers glide over your slick folds making your breathing shallow. As he begins to rub your swollen clit, you let out a whiny moan, gripping his arm tightly. Your back arches and Price takes this moment to kiss between your tits before taking a moment to tease your nipples with his tongue. He flicks the tip of his tongue against your hardened nipples, enjoying the way you squirm and gasp above him before sucking it into his mouth. Your hands instinctively reach for his head, urging him to continue with a soft whine of his name.

He slowly slides his fingers inside you, curling them inside you to hit your sweet spot. You whine at the stretch of his thick fingers, your moans growing louder, unable to stop from grinding against his hand. You curse under your breath, fucking yourself with his fingers, desperately seeking that mind-numbing release. Price leans back, stroking your thigh with his free hand, "Is that what you needed, baby?"

You nod, gasping for breath as your body trembles with pleasure. With a shaky voice, you whisper, "Yes, Price... just like that, please don't stop," You drop your head on his shoulder, your fingers gripping onto his shirt, "Fuck, thank you, I'm so close." Your words come out in a desperate plea making his cock twitch in response. Price chuckles softly, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles on your thigh, his fingers leaving to stroke your neglected clit. "You're welcome, baby," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. You pant into the crook of his neck, your thighs trembling as he circles your clit.

Your moans grow louder, matching the rhythm of his movements. As your climax approaches, you cling to him tighter, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. Price strokes your back gently as you tremble in his lap, moaning incoherently. His fingers slowly withdraw from your clit, leaving you throbbing and aching for more. He brings his fingers to his lips, savoring the taste of you as you sit up and catch your breath. You kiss his neck, moving your lips slowly up to his earlobe. "Please," you whimper, "I need you inside me," you whine in his ear before kissing him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips.

You moan as you feel his hardness press right against your clit, grinding softly on his clothed lap. Price lightly smacks your ass before palming it firmly. "Take these off," Price grumbles as he tugs at your panties. You stand up with weak knees, eagerly removing your panties. As Price watches you, he palms himself through his jeans, groaning under his breath.

The anticipation in the air is palpable as you slowly slide your panties down your legs, tossing them carelessly on the couch. Price's eyes darken with desire as he watches every move you make, his own need evident in the bulge straining against his jeans. “You wanna help me with these?" he asks as he gestures towards his jeans. You sit down beside him, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through your veins. With trembling hands, you unbutton his jeans and slide them down just enough to free his aching cock, precum glistening at the tip. Price chuckles softly, pulling off his shirt and revealing his toned chest.

"Lay back for me, love." As you settle back, Price sits back on his heels and runs his hands up and down your thighs, pushing them further apart. He positions himself between your legs, nudging your clit with his tip, eliciting a gasp from you. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand, looking up at him as he stares down at your cunt.

He continues to tease your clit with his tip, slapping it gently against the sensitive bud. You let out a frustrated whimper, your hips involuntarily bucking with each slap of his tip against your clit. "Price, please," you beg, your voice filled with need and desire. Price smirks, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip, savoring the sight of your desperation.

As he slowly pushes his tip inside you, he groans, gripping the back of your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Fuckin' hell," he mutters under his breath as he slides deeper into you, the tightness of your walls enveloping him. You arch your back, panting heavily, as he pauses to let you adjust to his size. He leans in, his warm breath grazing your skin as he plants soft kisses along your neck and collarbone. "You feel so good around me," he says before kissing you slowly, "Can I move now?" he asks softly, waiting for you to nod.

You nod eagerly, giving him permission to move. Price's arms cage your head in as he begins to move, slowly sliding in and out of you. You moan, feeling each drag of his cock against your walls, his pelvis bumping your clit with each thrust. He kisses your jaw and neck as he grips your hip, speeding up. Your jaw drops open moans and whimpers, escape your lips uncontrollably, making Price chuckle against your skin. He holds your face gently, his eyes locked with yours as he fucks you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. "Keep your eyes on me," he whispers. You nod in response, unable to tear your gaze away from his intense stare.

He kisses you messily and trails his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake. His hand slides down your body, stopping at your tits, and he squeezes them firmly, eliciting a gasp from you. His hand continues its exploration, sliding down to your clit where he circles his fingers, making you clench around him. He groans in response, cursing under his breath. As he continues to tease your clit, his lips find their way back to yours, capturing your every moan in a messy kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, your bodies pressed tightly together. Each circle of his fingers on your clit makes you arch your back, the pressure building within your tummy. Your breaths mingle with his as he pulls away, gazing into your eyes. You try to keep your eyes locked with his, but they can't help but flutter shut as he pushes your leg up to fuck you deeper. "Oh god," you gasp, feeling your body growing more and more desperate for release. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the night air, mixing with your moans and his groans.

Price's touch becomes more urgent, his fingers moving faster against your sensitive clit. The combination of his fingers and his deep thrusts drives you closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation. Every stroke of his fingers on your clit brings you closer to the edge, and you can't help but let out a string of incoherent moans. Your mind becomes consumed with the overwhelming pleasure, blocking out any thoughts or worries. Your moans grow louder and your breathing quickens.

With each stroke, you feel yourself edging closer to the edge, yearning for release. "Please let me cum," you manage to gasp out. Price holds your gaze, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he nods in approval. "Come on, baby," he whispers in your ear, the feeling of his warm breath sending shivers down your spine, "let the whole city know how good I make my girl feel." The tension becomes unbearable, as your body trembles under his body as you reach your peak.

You bite down on your lip, clinging onto him desperately. You lay under him, panting and trembling as Price continues to move inside you, leaving you gasping for air. He grabs onto your waist, his grip firm yet gentle, as he chases his peak. You press your hand against his stomach as Price's movements become more urgent, his breaths growing ragged. "I'm so close, love" he whispers hoarsely, cursing under his breath. Your tits bounce in rhythm with his thrusts, brushing against his chest only adding to your sensitivity. His hand slides up to your tits and he squeezes them gently, making you quietly moan. With one final deep thrust, Price releases a guttural groan, his body trembling as he releases himself inside you.

As Price's body shudders, he tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his heavy breaths tickling your skin. He strokes your side gently as you both catch your breath, staring at the sky above you. "Let's get you cleaned up," Price says softly, planting a tender kiss on your lips before helping you up. He picks up your discarded clothes and hands them to you, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I'll meet you at the shower," he says, his voice filled with warmth and affection, kissing your forehead before grabbing his clothes and heading back inside. You follow after him to the bathroom, watching Price as he undresses and turns on the warm water.

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you're on your own kid.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You had a rough childhood, what with an absent father and a piece of shit mother. When a family dinner goes wrong, how do you stop your brain from spiraling? How do you convince yourself you're not alone? A certain blue-eyed, metal-armed avenger, of course.

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: Eating Disorders/Weight Related Talk, Blood, Injury, Kinda Self Harm, Child Abuse [PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THESE TOPICS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!!!]

Author's Note: I don't really know what this is. Sorry, I've been MIA for so long. Not my best work. Sorry.

You squirmed in your seat, fidgeting with your sleeves. It was awkward being at home after so long. You hadn't been home for four years almost - and it had probably been even longer since you'd sat at this table. Your mother sat across the table from you - her gaze heavy on your head. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, your brother had joked.

He was sitting next to you, his knee gently brushing against yours. A placating movement. He was trying to keep the peace - enjoying the first meal that you had had as a family in a long while. You don't know what it was that made you seek them out. Maybe if you had waited a week, you would have thought about the facts, rather than the feelings. Maybe if you had waited a week, you wouldn't be sitting here with the weight of the world on your shoulders.

You sat in silence, playing with the food on your plate. Your mother was of the almond variety, weighing out plates before passing them around the table. You didn't have much to talk about. Things hadn't ended well the last time the two of you spoke.

Your brother chimed in with the odd question - 'How's your gardening coming along, mom?' or 'How's the new job, sis? What's it like working for the Avengers?'. You'd humour him until your mother's disapproving stares became too much and then you'd shut up. He'd give you a sad sort of pitying smile, before returning to his food.

Dinner was long - even it was less than the traditional three courses. Your brother packed up some extra food, and took it home - he only lived about a half mile away so it made sense for him to go home. You made to go with him but your mother insisted you stay with her. "I made up your room, just the way you like it."

You doubted it. But you smiled anyway and hugged your brother tightly. He whispered that 'you would be fine' and 'it's only one night' and maybe for a second you believed him. As soon as he left, you headed to bed, claiming that 'The trip was long, ma, I'm super tired.'

The look on her face screamed that she didn't believe you. But she waved you good night and headed to the kitchen to find her favourite bottle of scotch.

You opened the door to your childhood bedroom to find it almost the same. The pink walls and bedcovers were suffocating, the blinds drawn shut to create this overwhelming feeling of being trapped. You were. Trapped.

You took your jumper off, laid it over your vanity chair, and jumped onto the bed. It was comfortable, but lying there staring at the ceiling brought back all the horrible memories you tried to suppress. Diet pills and weighing scales, small plates and vomiting, screaming and crying, sirens and hospital bills. Tears streamed down your face as curled up onto your side.

It was almost midnight when you heard your mother walk up the stairs. You knew she was drunk - her steps were loud and out of sync, and the bottle in her hand frequently tapped the banister as she tried to stabilise herself on it. You half expected her to keep walking, cross the landing, and fall dead asleep on her bed.

Instead, your door creaked open and you came face to face with her. Her glassy eyes were rimmed with red - she'd been crying too. Her eyes raked over you and suddenly you wished you'd never come back at all.

"Such a shame," she whispered, "You could have been so much more."

"Ma?"

"You were always... the best. The prettiest. The skinniest. You could have been incredible. Instead, you are... nobody."

Her words cut deep but you tried to ignore them. You were somebody. You worked for the Avengers, you were a top-level agent for SHIELD. You helped save the world.

"I tried my best. To help you. But you were ungrateful," Your mother stalked closer, her sadness giving way to anger, "conceited, convinced that you could be anything more than what I made you. But you were wrong. I created you. Without me, THERE IS NO YOU." She launched the bottle at your head and it shattered at the wall behind you.

She kept screaming, but you tuned her out, slipping off the bed and grabbing your jumper and keys. You ran past her, shoving her hard as she tried to grab you and ran out to your car. She watched you go screaming abuse after you, telling you to 'never step foot inside her house again.' You weren't planning to.

You drove like a madman back to upstate - traffic was pretty light considering the ungodly hour. You parked haphazardly - Tony would probably murder you for it in the morning but you couldn't find it within yourself to care. You trudged upstairs, footfalls far too heavy for someone is literally a superspy, but this was your home. You weren't running from anyone in here.

You were so stuck in your own head that you didn't realise that Bucky was sitting in the living room, watching as you walked into the kitchen. He'd heard your footsteps and he was worried. You never walked that heavily.

"Everything ok, doll?"

You looked up at him, not registering a word he said. He stood up and walked over to you, fingers reaching up to stroke your face.

"You good?" He whispered, his forehead almost touching yours.

You pulled away from his touch, even though your body was screaming for you to collapse into his open arms. "Yeah, Buck, fine. See you in the morning for training." You stepped past him, heading for the stairs.

"Yeah, doll. See you in the morning."

The morning came around far quicker than you'd hoped. You had barely slept, tossing and turning all night, your mother's words ringing through your head.

Eventually, you realised it was a futile effort. You might as well get up and be productive. You found yourself in the gym just as the sun came up, face to face with a heavy bag. You clenched your wrapped fists before shaking the sleep out of your system.

Your hits were precise, measured, calculated. If there was one thing no one could fault you for, it was your skills. You were an impeccable agent. If only your mum could see that. You took your rage out on the heavy bag, pouring every ounce of resent in your body into your punches. Sweat beaded on your forehead, the exertion making your breaths heavier and your knuckles sting. You kept punching, time slipping away from you.

You heard the door to the gym open, and someone was talking. Their voice was muted, almost as if your head was underwater. Between the punches and your tiredness, nothing registered in your foggy mind. From the distance you could hear footsteps, getting louder almost as if they were walking towards you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when a hand brushed against your shoulder. You spun around ready to cuss out whichever stupid rookie decided to bother you so early in the morning. You were surprised to see familiar eyes boring into yours.

"I called your name, you know," Bucky said, his hands moving to rest on your waist, "twice. I even dropped my bag next to yours to get your attention."

"Sorry, I was thinking."

"I can tell," Bucky's thumbs drew circles on your waist, absentmindedly, "Where's that pretty mind been at lately?"

"What do you want, Barnes?"

"I'm worried. About you. You haven't been yourself lately. What's going on?"

"Nothing." You sighed, removing yourself from his grasp, "Missions, reports, meetings. It's tiring."

"Maybe you take a holiday? Try and relax a bit?" You could hear the genuine concern in his voice but you still rolled your eyes.

"Maybe you mind your own fucking business, Barnes? Don't you have other shit to be doing apart from hovering over me?" You grabbed your stuff, refusing to make eye contact with him, and walked out.

"I'm still seeing you for training right?" You hear him call after you, but you keep walking. You let out a shaky breath as soon as you got into the elevator.

He didn't see you for training. Or after.

You'd skipped training in favour of going on a run with Steve and then you had to file a few mission reports. You'd holed yourself up in your office, manila files piling up on the corner of your desk your fingers brushing over the keys with seasoned speed. Bucky had wanted to stop by but given your odd behaviour in the morning, he'd decided against it.

You were glad. You hated that Bucky could see right through you, even when you tried your best to hide it. Especially because you were irrevocably in love with him.

You'd been in love with him ever since you'd started working at the compound. Bucky was one of the few people to notice you and your efficiency. You became one of his preferred mission partners, a fact of which you were very proud. You quickly became one of his favourite people, period, and Bucky even went so far as to blow off Steve to spend time with you.

It hurt you to keep him at arm's length but you knew it was for the best. You remembered what your father told you the night before he left. You're on your own kid. You always have been.

You were given a mission assignment in the evening, with strict instructions of 'wheels up at 0600.' The early pickup time wasn't strange and you were itching to get out of the compound. You packed your bag up, leaving it by the door, and headed to bed.

Another restless night of sleep was the last thing you needed, but you were up and at the hangar waiting for Captain Rogers by 0600. He smiled when he saw you and handed you a coffee. You smiled. Your first real smile since you visited your parents.

"Good luck out there." A voice calls from behind you. You freeze. Bucky jogs towards you both, his eyes betraying his tiredness. Steve's face breaks into a grin at the sight of his old friend. Steve throws his arms around Bucky.

"Don't do anything stupid until I get back," Steve says, his joking tone making Bucky laugh.

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you."

You want to smile at the sight of the two of them together but you held yourself back. You walked towards the quinjet, ready to get this show on the road when you hear Bucky clearing his voice behind you.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Onto the quinjet?"

"Not without a hug, you're not." You sigh but trudge down the steps to give him a half-arsed side hug. He pulls you in tight, and whispers into your hair, "When you get back, we're gonna talk. Okay?"

You don't respond, brushing him off and climbing into the jet. Steve follows you in, dropping his bag next to yours, before turning back to wave at Bucky.

"Don't worry, Buck, I'll take good care of your girl."

His girl. That sounded nice. You shook the thought away before elbowing Steve in the sight. Jokingly of course, but he still doubled over for effect. Bucky burst into laughter.

That was the last thing you saw as the door went up.

The mission was hard. Not terrible - no one died, which was a win in your book - but it wasn't fun. Multiple shootouts, car chases, and three hours of hiding in a dumpster later, you were ready to nap for a week. But, alas, Fury had set a debrief at 8 the next morning, which meant that you had - you checked the clock on your microwave - 6 hours at best.

You dropped your bag on the sofa and headed into the bathroom. You unzipped your utility vest, dropping it on the floor. You needed to disinfect it - god knows what had stained that vest. You pulled up your compression shirt, wincing as the flecks of red came into view. You quickly stripped it off, dropping it in the washing basket, before whipping back around. You caught your own reflection in the mirror and tilted your head, taking in your reflection of your body. Your mother's words played back in your head. Maybe your mother had a point.

You quickly shook your head, dispelling those horrible thoughts from your mind. But still, you continued to stare at your body, scrutinising every feature. I mean, sure you weren't as skinny as you used to be, but that's because you had muscle now, right? And the hamburger you had for lunch was a treat - you know for completing the mission? The super important mission that you were on because you are important and you are somebody and you have value and you are someone without your mum. Don't you? And it's ok that you can't see your ribs because actually you have abs now and that's way more attractive. Right? And.. and... and....

SMASH.

Broken glass was shattered all around you, fragments piercing your skin. Your mirror now had a fist-shaped hole in the middle, from where your sadness had quickly bled into anger.

You cradled your bloodied fist in your hand, sinking to the ground as sobs racked through your body. Glass dug into your knees as they hit the floor and you curled your hands into your chest. Hurtful 'what ifs' swirled through your head, stealing your breath and making it almost impossible to breathe.

Pounding on your door broke you out of your thoughts. You tried to regain your bearings. It was 2 am. You were in your apartment, the apartment that was miles away from the compound, that you lived in alone. Who the hell would be at your door right now?

You were silent, breath bated as you waited for the stranger to go away. They banged on the door again.

"Doll, I swear to god, if you don't let me in, I'm going to break your fucking door down."

You knew that voice anywhere. The knowledge that you weren't alone, that he was here for you, that Bucky wouldn't make you suffer alone brought new tears to your eyes. Fresh sobs burst from your chest as you tried to move. Glass shards were stabbing into your legs, and one of your hands was bleeding profusely. Bucky, your safety net, was so close and yet so far.

"Doll? Doll, I can hear you. Doll, please, please let me in." You could hear the panic in his voice as he struggled with his conscience. You tried to move but the pain was excruciating. A pained scream erupted from your lips.

A loud bang came from your front door, followed by heavy and fast footsteps.

"Where are you, doll? Come on, just come and talk to me." He said, sweeping through your living room. You whimpered from the bathroom, his enhanced hearing focussing on even the smallest of sounds.

He quickly found his way into the bathroom, his eyes raking over your hunched figure, before flitting to the broken mirror and the shards of glass on the ground.

"Oh doll," he whispered, bending down to scoop you up from the floor. He cradled you gently as he carried you from the bathroom into your bedroom. "What happened, doll? Talk to me."

You looked up at him, trying to figure out where to start. You blanked. You couldn't find a good place to start the story that would cause you the least pain. Your mouth opened and closed a few times with no sound coming out. Bucky rested his hand against yours, trying to reassure you to take your time, but the sound of your wince drew his attention to your hands.

"Doll, your hands." He grabbed your hands gently, peering at your knuckles. They were mauled, glass sticking out of torn-up skin, "What did you do?" He stood up, walking into your kitchen to grab the first aid kit he knew was under the sink. Watching him walk around like he owned the place made some small part of your heart happy - it was almost as if your dreams, your darkest-held fantasies, were coming true.

Bucky kneeled in front of you, placing the first aid kit beside him. He brushed all the glass shards off your legs - luckily none of them had been embedded into your skin. He cleaned any small scratches before turning to your knuckles. The sight of your knuckles made him wince and you started to pull them away. Bucky leveled you with a look that said, let me take care of you. You let him. He sterilised a pair of tweezers and got to work pulling the shards of glass out of your knuckles. You sat in silence for a while, Bucky diligently working on your knuckles, and you watching the swiftness with which he worked.

"Why did you punch the mirror, doll?" Bucky asked after a while.

"I was angry," you whispered, your voice deathly quiet. Now that the rage was gone, all you had left was embarrassment.

"And why were you angry?" Bucky coaxed, his eyes pleading for some answers. He pulled out the last shard of glass before swiping an alcohol wipe over your knuckles and bandaging them up. He packed up all the items back into the first aid box and went to put it away and wash his hands.

You were still sat on the bed contemplating your answer when he got back. He knelt in front of you again, before he rested his hands on your face, "Why were you angry doll?"

"I didn't like it." You whispered, pulling your body away from him.

"What didn't you like?" Bucky's eyes stared into yours and you suddenly felt extremely self-conscious. You tried to remove yourself from his all-seeing, mind-reading gaze, but he didn't let you. He pulled you into his lap, and you hid your face in his neck. His beard tickled your forehead as you nestled into him, trying to seek out the comfort you so desperately needed but didn't know how to ask for.

"Me." You said, your head turned away from him as you stared at your hands.

"What?"

"I didn't like me." Your voice started to shake as you tried to find the right words to tell him the truth, the whole honest godforsaken truth, but you couldn't.

Bucky seemed to read your mind, "It's ok, take your time. We don't have to talk about this today. We can come back to it later, when you're feeling up for it, okay?" You nodded, burrowing further into him, "You wanna sleep?"

You nodded again, and Bucky shifted, wrapping his arms around you so he could gently place you down on the bed. He removed his arms from underneath you and tucked you into bed, gently kissing your forehead as you turned to leave. You whined.

"Pleasedon'tgoBuck-" You mumbled, sleep quickly pulling you under. He smiled, perching himself on the end of the bed.

"You sure you want me to say, sweetheart? Not sure you'll ever get rid of me if I stay?"

"I promise. Never want you to go." You said, clinging to his arm and pulling him back into bed.

You slipped into an easy slumber as Bucky shuffled around in your room. Maybe you didn't have to be on your own anymore.

fin.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x y/n #bucky angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky imagine #no y/n #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Ride The Lightning ⚡︎ Lars Ulrich (18+)

Blowing a handful of stray hairs out of your face as you finally make it to the top of the seemingly never-ending stairs, your already depleting good mood completely plummets as soon as you take in the smug look on the drummer's face waiting for you. Your feet falter as soon as he fully comes into view, and your eyes immediately pick up on the fact that he's alone for once. Lars pushes himself up into a fully standing position, his hands in his back pockets to try and conserve heat in the concerningly cold complex's hallway. Thundered light bolts through and graciously gifts the two of you temporary brightness every few seconds, the sun now long gone as grey hues of spattered clouds take over the sky above the state of California.

"Got caught up in the rain on the way over here, didn't you?" He cockily asks, his accent licking at the words and making them sound more thickened and condensed. "Let me in, would you? Your brother's holding a guitar for us, and we need it for the rehearsal set we have tonight." His carefree and dismissive tone gives off no signs of gratitude to the fact that you had just cancelled your plans to run over here and let him in as soon as you got the phone call from your older brother.

You rapidly blink in disbelief as the Dane sarcastically steps aside for you, his left hand impatiently ushering you forward as you drip and create a small puddle in the outdated carpet underneath you. Lips pursing as you reach into your soaked pocket for your duplicated set of keys to the apartment, you narrow your eyes before flicking your head towards the overconfident musician to your right. An indignant sound strangles its way out of his throat as rainwater flies and lands on his flushed cheeks and shocked expression, and you successfully unlock the front door with a hidden and triumphant smile on your lips.

"Doing your daily running around for the rest of the band?" You ask in an innocent voice, instinctively walking toward the bathroom as you hear the front door being kicked closed and shut, the urge to dry off stronger than the want to continue to banter. "No, I'm simply doing a favor. You know, a thing you do for friends and for people who actually like and care about you. Ever heard of the term?" The taunting and condescending tone in his voice makes you falter for a moment, before you grasp onto a towel and firmly shut the cupboard with an audible and resounding click.

"Fuck this." You mumble, before stalking your way back out to the living room area and going up close to the musician, not stopping until your feet are only an inch apart. Lars pauses mid-faux performance with the new and sleek white electric guitar in his hands, his earlier cocky expression turning cautious as he looks at the neutral and resentful one on yours. Before he can make another asinine comment or tease you any further, your arm straightens out with a sudden strike. The rough cotton comes in contact with his pale and freckled skin and leaves a few inches of rugburn in its wake. The drummer lets out a shocked cry, before placing the guitar down to reach out and wrap his hand around your closest wrist. Lars lets out a grunt as you roughly shove at him to let you go, before he finds momentum and places you flush against the wall behind the two of you.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He exclaims, his pupils widened and a hazy mess, while you wince from the pressure engulfing your damp and reddening skin. "You're what's wrong, you asshole," you seethe, your head pushing itself off of the wall to peer forward into his green eyes, the button of your nose brushing the bridge of his. "I've done nothing but be nice to you and your band for the last year, while you've bought and exchanged instruments and tech gear with my brother, and you've been nothing less than a dick to me this entire time. So, what the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Upset a girl can play the drums better than you can, while she's taller than you too?"

Lars clicks his tongue and lets out a humorless laugh, his hand retreating away from your wrist as he takes a step back and looks away from you. You move forward, the adrenaline and frustration in you pivoting you to follow him over to the drum set near the windows facing the front of the building. "Answer me." You urge, your eyes taking in his tense form as he untangles and wraps his fingers in the skin tape your brother left behind for him. Lars glances up at you with a halfhearted glare, before letting out a slow breath and snapping the container of the adhesive shut.

"It's not my fault you don't know how to take a joke," he starts, raising an eyebrow at you as you let out a dumbfounded and disbelieving scoff. "You just seem overly sensitive, and I get bored sometimes, is all." Your eyes zero in on him, and you tilt your head downward to watch him as he sits on the chair near his main instrument. His left hand trembles as he undoes the headband keeping his drumsticks together, and you come to a sudden realization as you observe his unsteadiness. He wasn't jealous or hateful or conniving. He was nervous.

You bite your lip as a thought runs through your mind, and a small hum of amusement exits you before you can help it. Lars' head snaps up at the sound. "What?"

"You said James was going to be coming over tomorrow night to finalize the payment, right?" The drummer nods at you before twisting the wooden sticks in between his taped-up fingers, the absentminded movements almost capturing the entirety of your attention. "I'm just wondering why you came over today, is all. Since James is the one I get along with best, and I'm sure it's the same for him too." Satisfaction warms your gut as you watch his jaw click and strain in place, the muscle contraction making a small chill run itself down your cloth-clad spine.

"So, you want him here instead of me, is what you're saying." He states, his fingers halting all movement and the chair underneath him screeching in protest as he pushes the chair back with full-body force. You wince at the sound and go to open your mouth to reassure him, but falter as he throws down the drumsticks and reaches over the set to grasp ahold at your still wet and dripping t-shirt.

"What," you start to ask, before gasping out loud as he tugs you forward, your stomach pressing up against a cymbal for purchase and your feet almost lifting from the ground. You fluster as he leans up and glares into your eyes, his forehead brushing yours from the closeness and causing your heart rate to accelerate. "Do you ever think that maybe, just maybe, I enjoy getting that reaction out of you, because I'm the only one who can? Today's one of the only morning's we have off before tour preparation, and I'm stuck in this overcrowded apartment, with a girl so dense she can't even tell when someone is trying to flirt with her and get her fucking attention."

You gape as he looks at you earnestly, before setting his face and letting you go. You reach out to encircle your hand around his wrist instead and go to plead as you watch his eyes dim in what seems to be defeat. "Can you please continue? Because I've gone from months of thinking you can't stand being in the same room as me, to you suddenly admitting to actively reaching out on your own to be here with me today. My head is spinning." Lars' expression softens and he twists his wrist to carefully guide you around the drum set, and onto the chair he carelessly shoved away to the side earlier. You let out a trembling breath as he squats down to level with you, the muscles in his thighs and biceps straining from the confining movement.

"When I first met you, I thought you were beautiful, and the guys caught on to my attraction to you immediately. The only way I could get them off of my back was to join in on the teasing the other guys would give you. I don't know when the teasing turned into us insulting each other and getting under each other's skin, but it wasn't my intention to ever hurt your feelings or get you as upset as I did today," he murmurs, his eyes averting yours to look down and caress at the slight tears in the knees of your pants. "I feel like a major dick right now, and I'm sorry."

You furrow your brows as you take in his downtrodden expression, before reaching out to tilt his chin up and make him look at you. "Before you turned into the biggest asshole I've ever met, I thought you were attractive too. So much that my brother started getting on my ass and told me to make a move. But before I could, your insults started to dig in far too deep and I started to come after you and rebut even harder. I know I've hurt and belittled you at times as well, and for that I'm truly sorry." Your free hand's fingers absentmindedly wrap themselves in the middle of his long hair and gently massage his scalp while you apologize, the satisfaction warming your gut earlier coming back full force as you watch his eyes almost slip to a close and his pink lips begin to open in barely hidden bliss.

"You like that?" You whisper out in the cool apartment air, and a soft gasp expels itself from your chest as the fingertips caressing your kneecaps slide up to your thigh and grip the flesh. Lars looks into your eyes and nods, a weighted sigh pillowing out of him as your fingers lightly twist in his mane and tug. Lightning strikes out and nearly makes contact with the windows nearest to the two of you, the bolts of light making the flush on the man in front of you even more apparent during the brief highlight.

"You said you wanted my attention earlier, right?" You ask, your voice barely above a slight tremor of an exhale and nearly incoherent. Lars nods against the grip in his hair and on his chin, and his eyes widen as you tug him forward, his hands once gripping your thighs now grasping onto your waist to steady himself as you bring him forward.

"Come and get it, then." You shutter out, barely able to finish your sentence before his grip turns bruising and his lips ascend on yours.

⚡︎

Warm puffs of heated breath make their way down your bare and goosebump-ridden chest as you lean against the drum set behind you, your lips spread open wide in a permanent gape as the Dane sucks and licks marks into your skin. The tip of a tongue breaches out between kiss chapped lips to tease the top of your left, swollen nipple, and your hips pulse up against the firm and unyielding hands holding you down in place.

The teasing tongue wraps itself around your areola and gently tugs with a light gnarr of teeth, and you cry out at the oversensitivity, your hands reaching down to lightly tap on the shoulders of the man currently trying to taste every inch and centimeter of you.

Lars lifts his head from your chest and removes his mouth from you with a reverberating pop, you blushing as the sound echoes around the room and him sporting a wolfish grin at your reaction. The warm and persistent press of his erection on your leg makes the slick in between your thighs nearly double in amount as you acknowledge the weight of it, and you whine out as your clothed sex pulsates against the soaked material of your uncomfortable bottom clothing. Before you could beg him to move on, he sends you a gentle smile and wetly makes his way down to your navel, your stomach involuntarily sucking in as his appendage makes its way into your belly button.

You let out a light laugh at the ticklish sensation, and you feel him smile against your heating up flesh, the hands holding you down slowly rubbing circles in the bruising skin of your hips. You close your eyes and lick moisture back to your reddened pout as you feel him slide even further down and make it to the beginning of your jeans within a few heat filled seconds.

"Where else do you want me to taste you, angel?" Lars asks you, his face holding on to an innocent expression as one of his hands trail down from your side and its thumb digs into your clothed clit. The musician looks at you with faux confusion as you cry out, his tongue coming to peek out in barely hidden hunger as your chest heaves and your arms give out underneath you. Wooden drumsticks falter and tumble down to the floor, the sound going unnoticed as Lars helps you lift your hips from the chair beneath you and tugs your pants and underwear down in one haste filled yank. You immediately shy away as your overheated and weeping pussy is exposed to the awe looking man kneeling in between your legs, and you freeze in place as he lets out a tsking sound.

"I asked you a question, princess. Where else do you want me to taste you?" You let out an audible gasp as he situates himself and grazes his fingertips everywhere except for where you truly needed them.

"Want your tongue to taste my pussy, want your mouth on me again," you start shakily, letting out a moan as you watch his green eyes darken at your next words. "On your pussy." Lars temporarily closes his eyes and twitches against your leg from your words, and you murmur out his name as his hand travels to cup your sex and tease at it with his calloused palm. "So, if this is my pussy, then I don't have to wait for you to tell me where you want me to taste you, do I?" He asks you, waiting for your nod of consent and agreement, before thumbing your clit and bringing the digit up to his swollen lips. Lars watches as your breath visibly wanes at the sight of him eating your slick so casually, and he bites back a satisfied and predatory smile as he brings his spit slick thumb back down to rub it against your pulsating folds.

"So, I can eat this pussy, tease this pussy," he muses out slowly, watching you writhe in front of him with impatience and desperation. "Use this pussy whenever I'd like?" You nod with fervor and let out a cry of relief as he slowly teases two fingers inside of your tight heat, the relief almost palpable and bringing tears to your eyes. Lars lets out a coo as he watches your fluttery lids begin to dampen with emotion, and he bends down to lightly press a kiss to your trembling thigh, before trailing his head and mouth up to where it truly wants and craves to be.

You melt and slug against the drum set behind you as the first rough swipe of his tongue meets with your enflamed clit, and your nails dig into his shoulders as his free hand pulls you down even further on the chair. Digits curve themselves in the wet heat inside of you, and your legs seize and tense against either side of his sides as he brushes against your sponge-like spot with finesse. Lars moans against your weeping and gushing sex as he feels your walls clench and constrict around his fingers, and his eyes nearly flutter shut as your taste and slick make their way into his inviting and overactive mouth and down his jaw.

The heat in your groin intensifies and a seeming coil snaps as you reach your first orgasm that night, a sob wrenching its way out of your sore and exhausted lungs as your cum accumulates and strings against his fingers and now sopping wet wrist. Lars' eyes open back up fully as he watches you gasp for air above him, and satisfaction fills him as he watches you involuntarily twitch from his ministrations. His cock impatiently twitches in the confines of his fitted jeans as he waits for you to come down from your oversensitive high, his fingers carefully removing themselves from inside of you and coming up to draw figure 8's in your shivering skin.

"You still with me?" He asks you, you letting out a stilted exhale and weakly nodding back a response, unable to catch your bearing enough to verbally respond back. A feeling of disappointment floods through you once you are finally able to lift your head and see that he's still erect in between your legs, his cockhead visibly pulsing against the material of his pants and staining the zipper of them with precum. Lars lets out a soft sound of confusion as your unsteady hands tug him up into a standing position, his hips bucking into the cupping palm of your hand as you rub against his hard dick.

You let out a hush as he begins to protest your movements as you shakily lift yourself off of the drum set from behind you and the ruined chair, and carefully make your way down onto your still trembling knees. "I just want a taste," you dazedly reassure him, your tongue still feeling heavy and slow from your orgasm just a few minutes ago. "Once I can fully process a single thought that isn't only about me wanting to suck your dick, I want you to fuck me against the drum set."

Lars' mouth gapes open and his eyelids flutter at the relief of you releasing his dick from the rough and damp confinement of his jeans, and a small stutter of a sound punches its way out from his chest as the rain pelts itself down on the windowpane outside. Your mouth begins to water once his length bounces itself against his groin once it's freed, and you waste no time before sliding your tongue out of your mouth and wrapping it around his flushed, red tip.

The Dane lets out a sharp gasp as you immediately slide down to the hilt once your tongue collects the copious amount of his pre-ejaculate, and his fingers run down to make purchase in your wet locks as you hungrily swallow around him.

"Holy shit." He shakily whispers out, the muscles in his stomach taut and tightening as you mouth fuck him for all he's worth, your tongue sliding out as you deepthroat him and moan at the feeling of the tip of his dick meeting with the back of your throat.

You lightly tap against his hips with one of your spit-soaked palms and let out a positive sounding hum, your eyes fluttering shut and eyelashes collecting stray and heavy tears once he begins to fuck your mouth and throat. Calloused fingers tear their way through the strands of your hair as his hips make audible contact with your chin, going so far into your throat that the tip of your tongue makes contact with his tightening and raising ballsack.

Lars has to force himself to slowly slide out of the tight heat of your mouth and cup the base of his dick before he orgasms, the tip of his cock still weeping out a few drops of pre-release as he takes in your disheveled look and state. Thick tear stains run themselves down your cheeks and bubbled spit collects itself in a messy spread along your chin, and you lightly rub at the hood of your sex as your arousal drips down onto the wooden floorboards beneath the two of you.

"God, you're such a fucking dream." Lars grunts out, his fingers slowly removing themselves from your hair and bending down to wrap his shaky palms around the slick sides of your waist. You let out a pleased sound as you're lifted up with ease and planted back onto your feet, the sound soon turning into a gasp as you're steadily maneuvered and bent over the drum set, the chair you released on earlier getting shoved to the side once again.

The drummer lets out a hum of approval as he watches you obediently spread your legs wide and fight your inner shyness, the slick running down your thighs enticing him even further as he nearly mounts himself over you. "What'd you say about me fucking you against my drum set earlier, again?" He casually asks you, you beginning to feel small in this position as he towers over you, a blush fighting its way up to your messy cheeks as you hear and feel him slicking himself up with your release and wetness.

You can only whisper and beg out a please, before his length slides into you with an experienced and hearty thrust, his tip hitting your g-spot like it was made for you and this moment entirely. Lightning strikes out again and paints itself white against the two of you, as you sob and hold onto a cymbal as you're pounding into from behind.

Slick and disgustingly messy sounds create a cacophony in the small apartment, combined with your strangled and gasped out moans of pleasure, and you let out a silent scream as the man behind you slides a hand down your front and pinches at your clit, his mouth only releasing itself from your hickey-ridden shoulder to playfully muse out.

"Knew you'd sound better screaming for me, rather than at me." You're unable to rebut back as your second orgasm takes over and your release soaks the front of his still thrusting thighs. A hand delicately wraps itself around your throat as he continues to fuck up into you with reckless abandon. You let out silent gasps of pleasure and overstimulation as he uses you against his set, the partial deprivation of air making you feel deliciously lightheaded. Lars moans out against your ruined skin and pulses himself inside of you as he fills you to the brim, the sensitive skin of the tops of your thighs beginning to sting from his once seemingly never-ending thrusts.

Thick globs of cum run their way down your weakened legs as he slowly removes himself from inside of you and gently turns you around, your body relaxing in his embrace as he brings you forward and into a spit coated kiss.

"You doing alright? I was a little bit rough with you." Lars' eyes run their way down your exhausted and beat figure, and you nod against him with the rest of the energy you've got left in you, before slumping forward and closing your eyes.

"How about we both get in the shower, and then come back out and clean up this mess?" You tiredly open your eyes and let out a shocked and weak bout of laughter as you look down at the floor beneath you. A thick consistency of your combined releases drip themselves down into a puddle on the floor from the drum set and the chair is tumbled over and lying down on its side, the curtain closest to it now on the floor and tangled around a leg of it. If you look close enough, you can still see the shine of your cum on the sitting area of the chair. You quickly blush and glance away as your feet are removed from the ground once again as he lifts you up. And as you tilt your head back and allow yourself to be carried away and toward the bathroom you stormed out of earlier, you let a small smile grace your face as lightning resounds and vibrates the floorboards beneath the two of you.

You were glad he made his way over to your brother's apartment on his own, and eventually to you, and into you.

#metallica #lars ulrich #lars ulrich x reader #metallica smut #metallica x reader #metallica imagines #james hetfield #kirk hammett #lars ulrich smut

[kokoasci]

I LOVE YOUR ART!! <3

I'm sorry if this bothers you but is there any tut for lineart?

Have a nice day!

hello!! no there isnt, but i can talk about it quickly!

Let's talk about how I did the lines for this dazai drawing below:

I acutally don't do lineart, I just clean the sketch 😭 All my lines/sketches are done using the regular hard airbrush and just erase using that same brush to create different line widths.

First, let's talk about pen pressure and line width. To create depth, I like to make certain parts of the lineart "heavier" in pen pressure:

You can see in the lineart above that stuff like where the hair meets other roots, creases in the jacket, etc. all are heavily lined, while other stuff is left more detailed. I think it helps draw the eye in to parts you want to focus on?? just something I've picked up from habit and i liked it so i kept doing it hahsdh

I usually just start with a really rough anatomy sketch, and make a new layer to start the actual drawing:

Looks nothing like the finished drawing (or my usual style), right?? And like, yeah that's normal, at least for me. I approach lineart as a way to refine something I've drawn into my own style, it doesn't just like. pop straight out as soon as I start doing lines 😭 (also probably why my art looks so inconsistent lmao)

Then from there I refine the sketch! Because of this, I'm working all on one layer, by erasing and redrawing portions of the sketch using that like pen pressure variation technique:

Usually I just make a mental note of how something looks, erase it, and redraw it. At this point I'll also start adding more detail or fixing posture/anatomy etc. as I go to make something closer to what I want.

Eventually this refines into what you see as the final lines!! Because this process is probably not the best. it takes me a long time to sketch, but I actually really like cleaning the lines! I find it refreshing to put so much detail in them :D

This is probably an incredibly wrong process in professional work, but I'm self taught and this is just what I enjoy doing :D I wouldn't recommend really doing this if you're trying to sketch quickly, but it's just what works best for me!

Happy sketching!

#hope this was helpful!! #and if not. sorry ;__; #ask koko #dazai

[eddiediaaz]

Hi, me again!

Ty for the reply, I would love an in depth tutorial if you don't mind as i really wanna get this effect to work and I kinda work best when it's spelt out for me when learning new techniques lol :)

hey anon, no worries! here's how i used this amazing template by @danesdehaan and added a rolling effect like this (from this gifset):

this effect uses photoshop's timeline. i use cs5, for reference.

detailed tutorial under the cut :)

I. PREPARING THE TEXT

when you open the template, you should have a group called "songs" with 3 groups for each song. what you wanna do is duplicate these numbered groups until you have the amount of songs you want. for each group, use the move tool or your keyboard's arrows to move the duplicated song text layers/groups on your canvas so they're under the first three that are already there. make sure these new duplicated layers are in the "songs" group.

then type the numbers, song titles, artists, song durations, etc. it should look like that:

i wanted mine to have a smaller gap in between each song, so i used the arrows to move each song group closer together, and it looks like that before the animation:

II. ANIMATED EFFECT

once you have typed everything, make sure there are no mistakes and that you won't need to edit anything about the songs or durations or anything like that, because you won't be able to go back. when that's done, select all of the numbered song groups and right click > Merge Layers.

that will give you one layer with all of the songs together. i've renamed mine "SIX SONGS". make sure this new merged layer is still in the "songs" group.

once that's done, you're ready for the animation. and it's pretty easy, because you only need two keyframes: one at the start of the gif, and one at the end.

go to the start of your gif on the timeline, and toggle the position keyframe animation by clicking on the little stopwatch icon. a little yellow keyframe should appear where the cursor is, at the start of the gif:

then go to the end of the gif with the cursor. with the "SIX SONGS" layer selected, use the move tool or keyboard arrows (my preference) to move up the text until all the songs are inside the darker rectangle. once you move this layer's position, a keyframe will appear on the timeline and the animation will be created.

the animation now looks like this:

if you want, you can now edit the speed of the animation by moving the keyframes. the closer the two keyframes are, the faster the animation will be; the further apart the keyframes are, the slower the animation will be.

III. LAYER MASK

since we want the songs to be contained in the dark rectangle and below the line, we need to add a layer mask. i started by creating a shape of where i want the songs to be contained with the rectangular marquee tool:

then, on the layers panel, select the "songs" group and click on the layer mask icon to create a mask with that rectangular selection.

if you play the animation after making that layer mask, it should now look like this:

if you like it that way then you are done, yay!

but if you'd like softer edges, like i have done for mine, click on the layer mask's black and white thumbnail. use the brush tool with a 0% hardness and the black color to make the edges of the mask softer. make sure you are making your brush strokes with the layer mask's thumbnail selected.

once you have brushed a bit of black with a soft rounded brush on the top and bottom of the mask, the animation should look like this:

and that's it! i hope this was clear enough :)

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[possessedpasm]

Been absolutely obsessed with your vintage inspired designs, i have been staring at them for the past hour just trying to wrap my brain around how you are able to create something SO CONVINCING that im incapable of distinguishing your designs from legitimate works from 70’s indie zines(great work btw) so i have to ask, how do you do it, how long do you spend on an average piece? How the HECK do you make your color halftones identical to news print? I have so many questions!!!

Gee Willikers! Why, Thank you!!

I think the time I invest into submerging myself into the art of that time really helps! I accumulated a library of old print media that I study up and down-- I love it, I love seeing the process in the works, themselves 🥺

So, I tend to take what I learn from that and apply it to the processes that I use to make my art :D I layer the colors separate on different blend modes (which makes it look like printed ink!), shade the canvas like a piece of paper, bleed lines, desaturate and fade colors according to age and wear... And work with the idea that I'm not making digital art per se, but rather working with a digital medium while using traditional techniques!

And I spend about 3-5hrs give or take on single piece! But I've been doing this for abt 2 years now... dang.

This is how I started! ^

And one of my more recent pieces :3 there's a lot more going on, but you can still see similarities

It's super fun when you get into it! Next time you're at an antique store, pick up an old magazine or book. Look through the art and see if you can figure out how they made it (which colors they layered, if they printed it using riso, what tools were used: ink pen, brush, pencil...) I GO NUTS FOR IT IF IT'S NOT PLAIN TO SEE BY NOW LOL

And thanks for askin! :3

#talkin pasm #my art #eternally-riley

[louroth]

A chat with Leith

You can read all the q's if you'd like to support me on my Patreon, but I want to share this one with you too <3

What do you most want to tell the hunter when you are reunited?

“This is dangerous.”

“Can we try?”

They sit quiet and still for a while, so still that I have to blink to make sure they are breathing. "Leith?"

Leith smiles a watery smile, wavering at the edges. "Fine- I imagine it all the time anyway. When I finally see them again, the first thing I want to do is hold them close," Leith says, their voice quiet, their fingers fidgeting. "I want to wrap my arms around them and feel their heartbeat against mine, just to know that they're real, that they're here, with me."

“Don’t you think you’ll scare them, doing that?”

Leith shrugs, nodding. A tear escapes and trickles down their cheek, but they brush it away, trying to compose themselves. "I want to tell them how much I've missed them, how every day apart felt like a lifetime. I want to apologize for any moments of doubt or hesitation, for any times I let fear get in the way."

With a deep sincerity in their gaze, Leith continues- but I can see the flash of their teeth, the hopelessness in their eyes turning into something darker, something hungry. They speak slowly. "I want to tell them that they've been my light in the darkest of times, my anchor in the stormiest seas. They're my best friend, my confidant, my everything. And I want to promise them that from now on, I won't let anything keep us apart."

A bittersweet smile graces their lips, and they take a moment to compose themselves, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to overwhelm them, hand trembling over their mouth. They shake their head. "I've dreamed of this reunion, yearned for it with every fiber of my being. It's been torture I wouldn't wish on my worst enemies. But now, knowing that it's finally happening, I am…" They hesitate. "Scared."

Leith's voice cracks, and they pause to take a deep breath before continuing, "I want to create new memories, laugh together, and share our future together. I want to have it all back, to show them how deeply they've affected my life and how they've made me a better person. But I don't know if I can do any of it- I, I lost that part of me. It was taken from me.”

I flinch as they snarl the last words, lunging from the couch. Leith walks away, their back to me. Shadows swirl around them, licking at the walls. When they speak again, their voice is low, barely contained, one of many.

“I don't know if they will accept what I am now. There is so much darkness there. So much pain. I can't hide it- I can't be like I once was."

Their darkened eyes shimmer with unshed tears as they flash me a look over their shoulder, but they speak with unwavering determination, "When I finally see them, I'll take whatever they can give-" 

Something breaks, a levy crumbling. A growl grows in their throat, their shadows rising. They face me fully. “I will take it.”

The room pulses into darkness as Leith's energy shifts, as they spread, as they grow. Shadows dance across their faces, their smiles turning into grim lines, all hard edges and terrifying severity. I’ve seen the transformation many times, but it never stops from being horrifying. I can barely look at them, pushing back into my own seat, fear creeping up my sternum and out my throat.

“Take it- what they give willingly, you mean?” I croak out.

"Í̷̹̥̔̿̄̉ṭ̵̲̯̒̋̒̽̽͜͜ ̸̨̨̻͂̍̾̌̐̓̽͊̽͝͝i̶̡̝̘̪͎̮͖͂š̷̢̻͇̖̙̩͉̦͙̞̰̩͓͉́̉̀̾̂̊̌̒̏͒̎̊̅̂͐̈́ ̶͔̣̪̟͖͋͘ṃ̴̻̄̉̂͌̑͂̔̀̊̐̊̚͝i̴̡͖͈̬͓̥͆̃̄̃͆́͊̀̈́͑͜n̶̢̨̺͚͍̗̬͎̪͈͕̤̙͙̖͔͑̒̋̀ẹ̶̡͑̐̇̀̓̎̍́͘.̴̹̺̫̙̮͚̬̫͊̇̅͛͑́̌̉̐̋̓̾̚̚͝ͅ"

#OUROBOROS #ouroboros-if #interactive fiction #leith/custom #patreon #HEHE #glitchtext my babygirl #the next Q&A poll is up + it includes other characters like Oma or a random dude from Riven sksksksksk. I'm v curious on who will win