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lordprettyflackotara · 23 days

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living room flow || Matt Sturniolo

smut 18+, minors dni | a/n: i thought the ending was too emo so i made it just a tad haha. also, first time writing for matt? w? L? thoughts?

Matt patiently waited for you to text him.

He always did, eagerly checking his notifications constantly.

Matt knew that when you texted him that it would only be for one thing.

The brunette sat by his phone as he usually did, trying to distract himself by poorly playing fortnite.

“Hey bro you good? You’ve died every game,” Chris asked. Matt hesitated his response, knowing his affair with you was to be kept hidden. You had no intentions of a relationship and zero intentions of your late nights with Matt getting leaked to anyone. To Matt’s dismay, that included Nick and Chris.

“Yeah man i’m just-” Matt began to respond, setting his controller down. It was in that moment his phone lit up, the satisfying vibration catching Matt’s attention. He grabbed it immediately, unlocking it to read the notification.

Hey, you game tonight?

Matt smiled at your words, quickly texting you back that he was, as always. “I’m just tired, i’m gonna hop off and try to get some sleep,” Matt rambled, excusing himself from the game. The brothers exchanged quick goodbyes, Matt jumping off of the game immediately.

Be there in five

Matt frantically sprayed on some cologne, running his hands through his messy hair. As sneaky as possible he crept down the stairs, careful to not alert his brothers of his presence. You never knocked on the door, always carefully waiting for Matt to open it.

By the time Matt opened it you were going feral. You walked into the house, planting your lips onto his. Electric waves of pleasure shot up his spine, his brain barely functioning enough to remember to shut the front door. Matt smirked into the kiss, roughly matching your energy. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

He began tugging at your shirt, causing you to pull away. “Here? What about Chris and Nick-” You whispered. Matt helped you take off your shirt, his eyes full of lust as he eyed your breast. “Better be quiet then, hmm?” Matt replied, leaning forward once more. He cornered you against the kitchen counter, tilting your head to the side to give him access to your neck.

He began sucking and licking at your skin, littering it with what you were sure to be love marks in the morning. Covering you in marks was the most possessive Matt could be with you, your agreement to this in the first place centered around no strings attached. You never packed any clothes, you weren’t that lonely, but you did like Matt. Matt knew as soon as both of you had came, you would be going.

It was apart of the reason he took his time with you, trying to draw out the amount of time you’d spend with him. His large hands snaked their way down to your shorts and panties, yanking them down in a swift motion. You could feel your cheeks blushing red, even if Matt had seen you in this position dozens of times. He was always so creative and kinky, you never knew what to expect from him. You would’ve never guessed when you had met him.

You unclasped your bra, leaving your body completely exposed to the feral man in front of you. Matt was quick to lower himself to his knees, lifting you to sit on the kitchen counter. The marble was cool against your skin, goosebumps rising as Matt kissed in between your thighs. “I need you to be good and quiet for me, can you do that?” Matt asked you. You nodded, your breath hitching as he spread your legs.

He lifted your legs, placing them over his shoulders as he licked a stripe up your cunt. You held back a moan, your hand finding its way to his hair. “Matt,” You whispered, his eyes meeting yours. You were so pretty like this, when you were absolutely desperate to be touched in the slightest way. Matt began lapping at your cunt, sucking at your clit. Your thighs squeezed his head, your sinful noises muffled as you grinded against his face.

Matt brought two fingers to your cunt, knowing you enough to know you were impatient. You enjoyed the feeling of getting stretched out, even if it took you a moment to adjust. But Matt’s fingers had been in you so many times now, he felt like they felt perfectly. “Better keep quiet slut, wouldn’t want them to hear you, would you?” Matt taunted. You bit the inside of your cheek, shaking your head no.

Your walls were squeezing around his as he curled his fingers inside of you, finger fucking you aggressively. That was another thing Matt adored about you. You liked it just as rough as he did. Matt admired you as he watched you struggle to contain yourself. “Or would you like that? Maybe Chris could join. You’d like that, wouldn’t you slut?” Matt asked mockingly. You quietly groaned his name as you tugged at the roots of his hair.

Your walls involuntarily squeezed at the idea of taking both him and Chris, causing him to smirk. He brought himself to his feet, towering over you as he relentlessly finger fucked you. “Oh you like that. You want me and Chris to use both of your holes?” Matt whispered. You let out a soft moan, a familiar knot forming in your stomach. Your brain was slowly turning to mush, your body drunk on the pleasure Matt was giving you.

“Answer me whore, I asked you a question,” Matt growled, glaring down at you. You met his eyes as he studied you. You nodded yes, afraid if you spoke the filthy sounds you were holding in would be unleashed. Matt brought his spare hand to your throat, his rings cool against your skin as he choked you. “Words baby, tell me what you want,” Matt said as lovingly as he could muster. He loved to watch you humiliate yourself for him, babbling filthy nonsense fantasies.

“I-I want you and C-Chris to use me,” You stuttered, trying to keep your groans under control. You grabbed Matt’s wrist, moaning as he squeezed your neck. “I’m gonna cum, fuck i’m gonna fucking cum,” You whispered. You grinded your hips on his hand as he was knuckles deep inside of you, euphoria washing over you as you came on his fingers. Matt smirked as he watched you come down from your high, slowly removing his fingers from your cunt.

You panted as you watched Matt remove his shirt, gasping in surprise as he picked you up off of the counter. He laid you down on the couch and you silently thanked him for putting you on the velvet one. He leaned back, beginning to tug down his plaid pajama pants. “You sure you’re going to be able to be quiet as I fuck you senseless?” Matt asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes playfully, helping him tug down his pants and boxers.

“If you don’t hurry up I might change my mind and go see if Chris is available,” You teased. Matt leaned over you, bringing his hand back to your throat. “You’re cute, but you belong to me,” Matt whispered. He brought his shaft to your aching cunt, your body melting at his words. You swallowed as he squeezed your throat, gathering your slick on the tip of his cock. “You’re all mine,” Matt muttered, pushing himself inside of you.

You both moaned in unison as he slowly slid into you, stretching you out as he buried his cock inside of you. His words barely processed in your mind, his tip brushing against your g spot. You struggled to remain quiet as he slowly began to move, involuntarily you moaned his name. Matt began to pick up the pace, releasing your throat and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

You both were whimpering messes, his cock abusing your cunt to his liking. “You feel so good,” Matt praised, placing sloppy kisses onto your neck. You clung onto his back, your nails digging into his skin. He continued to fuck you, both of you losing yourselves in the pleasure the other provided. Matt almost didn’t hear the familiar sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, his eyes widening once he heard a tiktok playing from one of his brothers phones.

Shit.

In a swift motion Matt grabbed your hips, rolling both of you off of the couch and onto the floor. “Matt! What the fuck?” You whispered, your back slamming against the carpet. Matt shoved his hand over your mouth, placing his finger to his lips to signal you to be quiet. Your eyes widened as the sound of random tiktok audios rang off of the walls. Matt peeked around the couch, Chris’s face buried into his phone. As Matt moved he brushed against your g spot, your whimpering muffled by Matt’s hand.

Matt looked down at you, the fridge light illuminating the look of lust written across your face. Matt smirked. “You freaky fuck,” Matt grumbled, ensuring that only both of you heard him. Matt slowly bucked his hips, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as the sound of Chris rummaging through the fridge became background noise. The stairs were connected to the kitchen, surely the couch in the living room would provide you both enough privacy, right?

Matt listened intently as Chris grabbed a snack, his eyes glued to his phone as he went back upstairs. You could feel your orgasm approaching, Matt’s slow and sensual strokes sending you quickly to euphoria. The idea that Chris could catch you at any moment made your walls squeeze Matt tighter. The sound of Chris’s footsteps up the stairs slowly evaporated out of earshot.

“Fuck you’re milking me baby,” Matt groaned, picking up his pace. He snapped his hips into yours, your thighs trembling as you felt your orgasm approaching. Matt kept his hand over your mouth, your hand gripping his wrist as you came. Your thighs shook violently as you came, Matt’s thrust slowing down as he pulled out of you. He groaned your name as he jacked his cock in front of you, whimpering as he came on your stomach.

His cum painted your skin, his hand removed from your mouth as he looked down and admired you. Your heart was racing, your breathing slowly going back to normal as you came down from your high. “You’re so pretty,” Matt murmured. You gave him a weak smile, your head spinning as you slowly sat up. “Here let me help you,” Matt whispered. He grabbed a nearby tissue box, wiping your stomach clean and cleaning you up.

In less than a minute you were collecting your scattered clothes off of the floor and redressing yourself. Matt licked his dry lips as he pulled on his pajama pants, watching as you quickly shoved your clothes back on. “You know you don’t have to go, you can always stay the night,” Matt offered. You ran your fingers through your hair, giving him a small smile. You walked to the door, holding your sneakers.

“Maybe next time Matty,”

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, before you disappeared into the night.

Matt watched you went, before slowly shutting the door.

As sneaky as he could he headed upstairs, gently closing his bedroom door behind him. He sighed. Out of disappointment you left, but also out of relief his brothers didn’t manage to hear anything out of the ordinary. Matt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, causing him to quickly dig it out of his pants.

From: Chris

Next time you have a sneaky link over, try to not leave her clothes all over the kitchen. I almost slipped on her panties and fell. Not cool dude.

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luveline · 7 months

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hey luv (haha) bombshell!reader lives rent free in my head and I have a lil request for you 🫶🏽 can you write spencer calling reader a nickname for the first time and how flustered she gets? especially in front of the team I would ashdfkflsjah i feel like she always teases him with baby, handsome, etc. and he just turns red but when it’s his turn for (non malicious) payback she melts into a puddle of 🥹🫦 and forgets how to act 🥲 thank you queen ily 🫰🏼

thank you! this isn't in front of the team but i can def do that if that was the most important part, ly ♡ fem

"What's that?" you ask, peering over Spencer's shoulder.

He turns his face to yours, sneaking a kiss against the curve of your neck. Your breath catches at his affection. "It's online shopping," he answers. "Have you seen it? They deliver your parcel the next day, apparently."

You like the sound of that, wheeling your chair next to Spencer's to sit at his desk side by side. You're in the midst of a very rare occasion in which there's no case and no paperwork. It won't last long, and you and your teammates are using these spare hours like a paid vacation. You deserve it (even if it isn't technically moral).

"What are you buying?" you ask, squinting at his glaring screen.

His gaze flashes between you and the monitor. He turns the brightness down for you. "You need new socks, right?"

"Don't buy me socks."

"Why not?"

"Because I can buy my own socks?"

"But I can also buy you socks. I felt bad this morning when I didn't have any matching pairs to lend to you. I'll buy you a big pack and this way you'll always have socks when you need them."

"Spence, that's so sweet," you say, your hand on his bicep, thumb stroking a line he likely can't feel over his layers. "You really don't have to, though. I kind of like the odd sock look."

Spencer looks down at your shoes. Your socks are mostly hidden. Despite what you've said, you don't like wearing odd ones, it doesn't fit your perfectly kept image, but you like Spencer a whole lot.

"No, you don't, and that's fine." He clicks on the Buy Now button, a twenty four pack of black and white crew socks jumping into his cart. "What else should we get?"

"We?" you ask, leaning back.

You've barely lifted your left leg when Spencer grabs you by the knee and drapes it over his right. "You never have the stuff you need when you come over. We may as well get it all done now while we have time."

"Are you serious?" you murmur, a slight pout to your lips.

Spencer's eyes dart down, catch, and lift back to yours. He sounds soft as you do as he says, "Of course I am. Am I being too forward?"

"You're never too forward. I'm too forward enough for both of us, Spence. But you don't have to buy me things, I can get all of this stuff myself and bring it with me."

"What kind of boyfriend does that make me?"

You can't believe he's your boyfriend. You could scream. "The most adorable one ever?" And that's just the half of it. Spencer Reid has a penchant for ignoring his own good looks. He could've been a super model if the whole genius thing didn't work out. "I need a pillow, then. If we're doing this Reid, let's do it. But I'm paying for my stuff."

"Okay, angel. Whatever you say."

You almost miss it, his pet name. Your brain assumes sarcasm, but when you play it back, there's only a soft giving in, like he'd do anything you asked him to just because it's you. Because you're an angel.

You've called him so many pet names and though you knew they flustered him, you're thinking maybe the team was right, and that you were torturing him the whole time. You melt like a little square of butter in the middle of a frying pan, limp in your seat and uncomfortably warm. Angel. It inspires the want to be saccharinely sweet to him, and you would if you could regain your strength.

You huff a breath up your hot face in hopes of cooling down.

"What kind of pillow? Do you want a really soft one? They have hypoallergenic, or down feather." He looks at you sideways. "You can't pay for this, it's too expensive."

"It's sixteen dollars," you say, feeling submerged.

"Exactly. Are you okay? You look uncomfortable."

"I'm feeling a bit hot, suddenly. Hot flush."

Spencer abandons the computer and his online activities to unbutton the top button of your shirt, and then the second, his hands achingly gentle against your collar. "I'll buy a fan," he says, one hand trailing down your arm soothingly as the other searches for paper. "But for now."

He fashions you an origami fan and fans you diligently. It works for a time, but you remember the dulcet cadence of his voice and the delicate way he strung the syllables together as though 'angel' were the name you were given at birth, and you feel warm all over again.

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mostlyfate · 3 months

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Would it be okay to ask you for jdrama recs? Coming from someone who hasn't watched a single jdrama in their life 😊 Kind of a jdrama starter pack please? ❤️

*sweats nervously once again* bc as I said before I honestly don’t like to rec things bc I think my taste is all over the place... 😂 and I'm not one who really pays attention or think about the faults of dramas. I just watch and enjoy (most of the time) lol. It also has only been almost four years for me with watching jdramas so I feel like I'm still pretty new to them haha. but I will try~ and what I mention is honestly more of ones I enjoyed the most watching and can remember!

okaaay! if you want to start out v short and sweet w some 🦋's i have two favorite drama specials 💘

— Tadashi Koi no Hajimekata (2023) | episodes: 01. genres: romance, youth. » there's only one episode but with two different versions! the name mentioned above is the first version and then tadashi koi no hajimekata: horoama? horoniga? date hen is the second version. it basically the same but shows the perspective of the two male leads with additional scenes! i just loved the pairing of mako and eita and their chemistry was soo good and fun. i am still v sad it wasn't an actual full length drama 😭 and the song that played at the end of date version was on repeat for months! 10/10 reccomend ✨

— An no Ririkku: Sakuragi An Haiku Hajimetemimashita (2021) | episodes: 02. genres: drama, youth. » i remember enjoying this one a lot it was definitely one of my favorite watches in 2021! since this one isn't the freshest in my memory (i have the worst memory fr) i can't say much but i swear i was obsessed w this special and the leads back in 2021!! 😆

before i get into mentioning actual full-length dramas i'll mention my two favorite jmovies that i actually physically own :)) so if you're interested in watching a movie before diving into dramas 💐

— Murder at Shijinso (2019) | duration: 2hr. 0 min. genres: horror, mystery, thriller, youth. » i love this dumb (affectionately) silly movie so much!! it might also be because i love the main actress hamabe minami but it's definitely just a fun murder mystery to watch :D

— You're Not Normal, Either! (2021) | duration: 1hr. 38 min. genres: comedy, romance, drama. » i enjoyed this one a lot!!! obviously since i also went out of my way to own it haha. but yeah my reviews for literally everything i like is "i enjoyed it" 😅 but seriously i did 🙇‍♀️

now for dramas!! i'll mention my two all time faves then ones i remember enjoying the most! 💐

— Talio Fukushu Daiko no Futari (2020) | episodes: 07. genres: comedy, law, mystery. » it's been three years since it aired and i'm still crying about it 😭 it's the one drama i never shut up about and think about all the time. it's my favorite drama of all time like nothing throughout the years has had a hold on me since!! (what i've previously said about it~) | the way both leads played off each other and their chemistry was just- a++ the soundtrack for the drama was also such a treat and the vibes matched it so well! the vibes of the whole drama though!! I think it was also shot beautifully. and the consistency (!!! the way they kept things going even the smallest details !!!) throughout was something i really appreciated and looked forward too :’) i really be missing it everyday... </3 | i literally have a talio collection that i finally completed a few months ago 🥹 i have the dvd, cd, vinyl, and the magazine the leads were on the cover of 🫶

— Itsuka, Nemuri Ni Tsuku Hi (2019) | episodes: 06. genres: fantasy, friendship, supernatural, youth. » this one still makes my heart hurt whenever i think about it and i just simply love it to pieces. it really has left an lasting impression on me. short and bittersweet. 🖤

dramas that are romance focused 💓

— Koi wa Tsuzuku yo Doko Made mo (2020) | episodes: 10. genres: comedy, medical, romance. » ahh so i think this was my first jdrama i watched!?! i honestly cant remember if i watched any before this bc this was the first jdrama i actually made gifs of so i'm going off of that as it being the first haha. but if you want something nice and fun to watch with romance at the forefront this is for youuu! bc i feel like most of my recs aren't romance heavy! and i just remember being obsessed with the leads and pretty sure it's what made me continue to watch jdramas 🫣

— Animals (2022) | episodes: 08 (+ 2 specials). genres: business, romance, drama. » loved loved loved this drama! one out of the five favorite dramas i watched in 2022!! great friendships, great message, funny and sweet moments, lovely lead— umi-chan i miss youuu. 🤧

— Oshi ga Joshi ni Narimashite (2023) | episodes: 12. genres: comedy, drama, romance. » definitely one of the funnest and sweetest drama i watched last year and suzuki airi (female lead) it's just such soo good, love her acting! she's also the lead in the drama animals i previously mentioned! pure rom-com with great chemistry!! ✨

— Kieta Hatsukoi (2021) | episodes: 10. genres: comedy, romance, youth. » high school setting with romance/friendship being the focus!! all the characters are so likable and it was such a cute and fun watch!!

— Ore no Kawaii wa Mousugu Shohikigen!? (2022) | episodes: 09. genres: comedy, romance. » easy fun and cute watch with great leads!!

dramas with all other kinds of genres (w hints of romance) ✨

— Bishoku Tantei Akechi Goro (2020) | episodes: 09. genres: comedy, food, mystery, thriller. » ooh i was obsessed w the leads of this one as well LOL. idk i really had so much fun watching this one and i loved main female lead a lot. 😭 also it had some really funny moments 😭

— Toki wo Kakeru Bando (2020) | episodes: 10. genres: comedy, music, romance, sci-fi » #wasnt expecting any crying to happen going into this drama 😩 #miura shohei's performance though?? AMAZING #he had me in tears every time #ryo i love u #not that it's similar but this reminds me of itsuka nemuri ni tsuku hi 🤧 | tags from a post i posted when i watched yeah 😂

— Dr. White (2022) | episodes: 10 (+ 1 special). genres: comedy, drama, medical, mystery. » also another favorite from my five favorite dramas watched in 2022! even though it wasn't finished being subbed until last year i still very much enjoyed what eps i watched back then! like i really looked forward to every episode and soo grateful the subber decided to finish it and subbed the special as well! i might be bias because i love hamabe minami who's the female lead (and is in two other things i mentioned above lol) but all the characters are v likable and they all have great chemistry together! plus i enjoyed the v subtle hint of romance between the two mains like it isn't really there but it is and i was quite satisfied with the ending. 🫶

— Ryosangata Riko: Puramo Joshi no Jinsei Kumitate Ki (2022) | episodes: 10. genres: business, drama, life. » i adore the lead so much, she's the cutest! i find this one to be such a fun and relaxing watch! and there's a cute little hint of romance which was soo good to me and wish we got more of them. 😭 there's also a second season: Ryosangata Riko: Mou Hitori no Puramo Joshi no Jinsei Kumitate ki / with same cast members but set in a new universe that just aired last year!

— Okaeri Mone (2021) | episodes: 120. genres: life, drama, romance. » the number of episodes might scare you but this drama is an asadora (morning drama) which is only 15 minutes per episode! so if you're looking for a longer watch about life with a bit of romance i 10/10 recommend checking it out!! yes hello i always miss them 😭

what i'm currently watching ☕️

— Uchi no Bengoshi wa Te ga Kakaru (2023)| episodes: 11. genres: comedy, law, mystery. » i totally have a thing for law and mystery dramas lol. but i've been enjoying this one a lot and recommend if you want something fun but somewhat serious to watch! and if you just like law dramas like mee 😂

— Nanyobi ni Umareta no (2023) | episodes: 09. genres: drama » this one is keeping me really interested and is definitely a type of drama i haven't really watched much of?? it's engaging, surprising and the actors are great! i feel like most dramas i mentioned are easy going ones to watch besides a few so this one is the latter!

+ special mention if you wanted to watch something base on an manga w anime-like feel ❈

— Kishibe Rohan wa Ugokanai (2020 - 2022) | seasons: 03, episodes: 03, 03, 02. + a movie Rohan au Louvre (2023) genres: horror, fantasy, mystery, thriller, supernatural. » i had been watching since the first one came out in 2020 and i didn't think we would be getting a season every year since and then even a movie! definitely check out if you're in the mood for creepy mystery with pleasing visuals + great outfits!

yeaaah that's it from me! ✌️ i feel like this isn't much of a starter pack-friendly list since it's kind of all over the place sorry 😭 but hope even just one peaks your interest!!

#ask #anonymous #jdrama #drama recs #jdrama recs #e.txt

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raffe156 · 1 year

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You Broken?

Pairing - Price X Female OC “Tank”

Summary - Angst, haha this is where it all starts an the story behind the matching scars.

A/N - This is based around the first games missions it all kicks off haha so before Ghost and Soap so it's just MC, Kyle, Price, Farah and Alex in this one. No smut things are implied but nothing nsfw haha

ULF - Urzikstan Liberation Force

Laswell is a bit of a bitch in this game also telling John no a lot of time, like really give the man his airstrike woman or I will!

Going to be slowly nudging this story line into my Mc codename “Tank” I know its not sexy etc but who cares these days! It’s based around my Name being Tiger and the Tiger Tank was one of the most feared Tanks during WW2 nearly unstoppable, but it wasn’t without its flaws and needed constant maintenance (Don’t we all) so yeh it's a bit long, but as always comments and feedback welcome

Warnings - Angst. Language, Age gap Price (39) reader (25), Mutual Pining, Violence, Weapons war/fighting stuff basically, Fluff

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters- Only Tank

Sakhra, Uzikstan, Embassy Compound armory

“I think I’m missing an ammo pack?… You got a spare Tank?” - Kyle asked patting himself down, you removed one ammo pack and handed it to him.

“It probably went missing when you two fell out the Helo”- Price grumbled. You looked at him in disbelief. He continued to pack hits kit.

“When we fell out? You fell out first? It was hit…I just about got my rappel connected!” - You tried to control your temper, but he wasn’t listening to you just continued to pack and plan. Something was wrong; you could feel it in your gut. Was he mad that you didn’t act fast enough to connect to the line or that Kyle risked his life by pulling you onto his as the helicopter spun out? You didn't know, but what you did know was that you would go mad before you knew why…

Price knew he was being harsh, but he was annoyed more so at himself than you, he knew he should have double-checked you were connected in, but you always snapped at him when he did. “You don't check Kyle!” He heard it ring in his ears.

He should have just checked and taken the tongue-lashing later. The one time he didn’t check was the time the helo gets hit by a strike…fuck he could have lost both of you…He zoned back in you were still banging around, packing your kit and loading your vest with flash-bangs. Price notices that one of your glow sticks has been damaged and is leaking green liquid down your pants, you must have touched it as you now have green marks all over your face. He could feel a slight smirk pull at his mouth. You snap your head up at him, oh if looks could kill he’d be dead and buried.

“What’s funny? You finally lost your mind old man?” - You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth, but you were mad. The old man hit him more than it should, but to you, he probably is an old man. He was 15 years your senior. He had already served a year in the army when you were fresh out of your mother's womb, but why did it hurt him to hear you say it out loud?

“Old man, eh?…” - he laughed, and you felt a shudder crawl up your spine and over your scalp. He was laughing at you, you thought.

“Yeh, old man! You are always on at me for this and that I don't even know what I've done wrong half the time! But that before, with the helo being shot down I didn't know I wasn't connected in right…you usually always double-check me…I was lucky that it held and Kyle gripped me to his!” - You slammed your fist on the desk, your eyes pricking slightly. Price looked incensed; his neck was red, his eyes boring into you. He was livid.

“YEH wanna know why I always check you're connected in right!? Coz I'm your fucking Captain and I don't know what I’d do if anything happened to you……” - Price was right in your face and as the words sunk he corrected himself.

“If anything happened to you or Kyle…I'm your Captain your BOTH my responsibility…whether you like it or not! I should have checked you were connected in, right that's on me” - He backed up, returning to his kit.

Why do you always get him like this? You were shocked at his admission, he's mad because he thinks it's his fault for not checking your line. You searched his face for more, the pit in your stomach pulling you in on yourself with guilt. The silence was broken by Alex handing you a tissue.

“You have glow stick on your face…”- He looked over at Price who was still looking over maps and his kit. You had almost forgotten about the three other people in the room, all three of them looking at you and Price. Your little domestic. Your Captain admitting he cares.

“Parents eh?” - Alex gave you a sympathetic look. Kyle laughed.

“The way these two bicker it's more like an old married couple…sometimes…” - He stopped as you shot him a dirty look. You tried to wipe the glow stick off your face but the tissue was rough and dry it wouldn’t budge.

“Here…use this to wet it, should come right off” - Price handed you a bottle of water. His tone was off, the pit sinking you in deeper.

“Thanks…” - You took it your fingers resting on his for a second too long, but he didn't pull away he simply looked at you, his eyes crinkling slightly with a small smile. You returned it. There, a silent “all forgiven, all forgotten” you had lost count of how many you two had shared.

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Darus, Urzikstan

Price wasn't sure about you going with Alex and Farah to sit outpost on the Highway of Death as Farah had called it, he wanted you clearing house in the town with him where he could keep an eye on you. But Farah had reassured him she would keep you “safe” not that she thought you needed it, she took every opportunity to recruit you to the ULF, and Price answered for you every time with a “NO, Farah”, she still tried it though.

“I will keep her with me John no need to worry about your little Tank she is more than capable of looking after herself” - Farah patted the older man on the shoulder. She sensed something more but decided not to pry. He reluctantly let you go. He knew Farah was right; he didn't need to worry about you, so why did he? You waved at him from the back of the pickup, but before he could wave back, you had turned your head to Alex, laughing at something he had said. Smug git, he thought. Was he jealous?

“Boss, you ready? Wheels up in 2” - Kyle shouted over, Price made a mental note to ask you later what was so funny. Until then, he had to get his head in the game.

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Highway of Death

You waved at Price. He hadn’t wanted you to go with Alex and Farah, and you knew why, You, him and Kyle worked well, effective as he put it, but you knew Farah needed your demolition skills with some of the charge rig ups so you volunteered. He wasn't happy about it but he couldn't exactly say no he had more than enough help with Kyle and Team Bravo. As you waved, Alex started laughing at you.

“You look like a kid on their first trip to summer camp saying bye to their parents!” - He was rolling up a cigarette, laughing as he licked it shut. You laughed at the thought, you turned to see if Price was waving back, but he had turned his back.

“He did wave back I saw him” - Farah patted your knee, she could see it comforted you to know. You smiled back at her.

“He is a good man, Tank. I trust him with my life…that is why I have promised to keep you safe and return you to him, as I fear if I do not, he will cut that life short” - She gently nudged you and you simply nodded with a smile.

“He’d say the same to you about Kyle, his other golden child” - You laugh, trying to ease the insinuation in her statement.

“Maybe you are right, but I don't think he sees you as his child. I think he sees you as something more” - Her words sink into you and she realizes she has completely fogged your mind.

“But what do I know eh? I’ve been out here fighting for my country don’t listen to me” - She put her hand out for Alex’s lit cigarette. Alex was just as confused as you and handed it over, blowing the smoke out his nose. You needed to think clearly. Price was just worried because this whole thing was a shit show and he was a man of habit. He liked you and Kyle at his side, that was all.

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Things had gone south fast not only was Farah’s own brother the one who stole the Russian Gas but you were now dragging yourself to the bunker, the gas creeping into your lungs, choking you, ripping at your throat. Where was Price? He had radioed, saying he was 5 mins away. It was Alex that pulled you in pushing a Gas mask over your face it was useless some of the gas had already gotten in.

“Breathe Tank breathe…Shit!” - He was trying to keep you conscious while also trying to stay upright himself. You spotted Farah on the ground, and you gave Alex a look of panic.

“She’s fine…she breathing…your hyperventilating though you need to take slow deep breaths please or else Price will have my head on a stake…” - Alex guided you to take deep breaths with him, you tried but your body was fighting you with every intake of breath. Your hands balled up into fists on Alex’s chest, Fuck you were panicking, spiraling out of control where was Price? You couldn't get a handle on your breathing, your brain going static, you couldn't keep your eyes open, but then you noticed a shift in the light behind Alex. You felt yourself being pulled forward into someone’s body, the gas mask being ripped off, hands on either side of your face, the bump of a forehead hitting yours.

“Breath, for me please on my count 1…2…3…” - Price had you now guiding you back from the edge. With the few sharp breaths you took, you could smell him, Kerosene, cigars and warm sand…his presence guided you back, his blue eyes never leaving yours, your lungs were on fire but your breathing was somewhat back to normal, heart rate still high though Price could tell his hands slipped down to your pulse point.

“You broken? Had me worried there for a sec…” - He feigned a smile for you, but he was reeling inside. He still had you pressed forehead to forehead so you were a little blurry to him but he could see the relief in your eyes.

“No not broken…I'm good now your here…Thanks, Cap…”- Your voice burned but you needed to get the words out, you needed to tell him you were grateful, that you needed him, that you never wanted to leave his side again. But thanks, Cap was all you could manage.

He sat there with your for a few moments longer than needed, but he knew you needed it. He Promised himself he wasn't letting you go from his side again.

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Barkov’s Chemical Factory,

Borjomi, Georgia

You had pushed yourselves to the main pipeline and fought through heavy resistance, you were now here ready to plant the charges, you could taste the end, and you were where you need to be right next to your Captain, but it wasn't over, not yet, you stood watch over the stairwell that lead up to the location you had cleared house, but some stragglers always remain. You glanced over at Price. He was handing Kyle the remaining two charges. He clocked you looking over and winked.

******

Kyle had asked you back at base about your plans when the job was done. You had noticed Price listening in on your conversation.

“Don’t know might go see my family, not really thought about it, you?” - You were being truthful. You hadn’t thought about what you were going to do.

“You should head my way, your only a 3hr drive away…you could get the train or I could come pick you up…both of you…take you for a pint some lunch, get you two city kids out into the country haha” - Price didn't look over at you, instead, he inspected his zippo lighter it wouldn't spark, he also was regretting the invitation immediately why would they want to come spend time with him out in the sticks, when they both had families and friends to see maybe partners who missed them.

He knew Kyle was speaking to some girl from Essex, but he had never actually asked you if you had anyone and to be fair it wasn't his place to ask, who was he kidding, of course, you did he wasn't a fool he noticed how people acted around you…those poor Marines back at the US embassy,one of them dropped his radio at the sight of you, when you picked it up and handed it to him flashing a smile, your best smile Price half expected the Marines head to fall off!

Of course you had someone.

“Yeh ok, I’d like that actually, will have to look at train times…but I'm up for that” - You meant it. Price was stunned.

“Yeh we should make a weekend of it Boss, sure you’ve got a spare room, if not me and you can top and tail and Tank can take the couch!” - Kyle was laughing at the thought.

“Or you two can take the couch I'll have the Captain's bed!”- you were mocking Kyle's laugh. It was a four-bed house but the image of you in his bed flashed across Price’s mind. You tangled up in his sheets, messy hair, sleepy eyes, a croaky “Good mornin” and that little half smile you give when you haven’t had enough kip. He blinked it away but stored it for later.

“What about that girl your seeing from Essex?” - the question was loaded. Price hoped it got him the answer he wanted from you.

“Nah she’ll be ok…what about you? you got anyone waiting by the window?” - Kyle looked over at you smirking. He knew the answer was No.

“Very funny Kyle…but no the only person waiting for me by the window will be the family dog!” - You threw your gloves at him. Price was shocked you were single, He didn't have chance to comment as you and Kyle where now planning the entire weekend at his place between you.

“Wait, did you say you would drive up to get us? I'm down south?…” - Kyle was doing the miles in his head.

“Well then you can get the train Garrick, I'm only up the road” - You glanced over at Price who was just happy you were both up for it.

“You two sort it out amongst yourselves, I'm only picking one of you up and if I'm honest Kyle I think it's not gonna be you!” - Price chuckled. His lighter finally sparked to life. He heard your little laugh at the small victory.

“Yeh nice one boss, good luck with a 3-hour road trip with this one, I bet you £20 you leave her on the hard shoulder of the M60 after 1 hour” - Kyle was smirking at you now.

“Nice try, Kyle, I'm a fantastic road trip partner, don’t worry, Boss I've got better taste in music than Kyle and better snack options. You won't regret your choice” - You saluted him laughing, giving him your best smile.

“Well, as long as you don't get car sick and don't mind me smoking in the car, we are good” - He saluted you back and winked. It made your heart skip a beat. You were looking forward to it. You really were.

******

“Nearly finished over here Tank” - Price walked over to you, you had your back to him. He was about 2 feet away when he saw the glint in the distance then the red dot on his chest. Before he could react, you had reached back to shove him out of the way, the bullet ripped through your chest and into his shoulder. As he fell back, he tried to reach out to you to pull you down and into him, but you had fallen to the left.

“NO NO NO TANK! KYLE GET DOWN! WATCHER 1 WE NEED EVAC NOW! SNIPER…NORTH EAST…TANK IS DOWN I REPEAT TANK IS DOWN!” - Price was shouting down the comms, Kyle took cover behind one of the vents, he aimed with his Uzi, bang.

“Sniper down, Captain…We need to move, charges are set…” - Kyle made his way over, Price was already up on his feet, making his way to you, his right arm stiff and refusing to cooperate, but it didn't stop him from pulling you up and into him. What had you done, you stupid girl?

“Kate, we need immediate evac, Tank is down, unconscious…I can't…” - Price was almost pleading with Laswell.

“…No can do John, can't get a bird in the air near those charges…can't risk it…you need to get her down to base level we’ll have medic evac waiting…I'm sorry, John” - Kyle could hear the regret in her voice and felt the anger and desperation rolling off Price.

”FUCK……Speak to me Tank…please…can you hear me?” - He was desperately searching for an answer from you any sign you could hear him. He had all but forgotten his own wound instead looking over your shoulder a clean shot, good that would heal ok. Kyle applied pressure to it for him, he touched the back of your head it was damp and sticky. Shit.

You felt cold, numb, but suddenly you felt an immense pressure on your body, you were moving, there the pressure was coming from your chest and head, you were being held tight to someone, you tried to flutter your eyes open a flash of blue, then white then back to black. The smell of Gun oil and tobacco filled your nose. Price. He was close, did he have hold of you? Was he ok?

“Kid, please open your eyes again…look at me…we are getting you back to base I just need you to tell me you can hear me…I promise you're going to be ok I'm going to make sure of it…” - His voice was strained. You remember what happened now…you noticed the shooter seen the red dot and that it wasn't on you. You knew Price was standing behind you, it was on him the shot was meant for him. You didn't even think. You just shoved him out of the way. You could hear Kyle, his voice was soft, but he wasn't talking to you. He was talking to Price, reassuring him, consoling him.

“Cap, we need to get her moved, these charges need to go off also, your bleeding a lot boss…Tank would kill me if she woke up only to find out I’d let you bleed out…” - Kyle patted him on the back, helping him move you into Kyle’s arms.

“Easy with her Kyle…We’re getting you out of here kid…I won't let anything happen to you…I promise…” -Price squeezed your hand his face lighting up when your squeezed it back.

“I know…Cap…does this mean…I get your bed…when we come round?” - You gave him a weak smile. It was all he needed.

“Kid if you make it out of this and back to me you can have the whole house” - Price let out a sigh of relief only letting go of your hand when Kyle turned to make his way down the stairs with you. Price followed.

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Base camp Med wing, Urzikstan

Price hadn’t left your side, Kyle had to force him to get his shoulder seen to, but he insisted they check him over in the same room as you stating it would be easier and less combative. Price never took his eyes off your monitor.

“She’s going to be fine Captain Price, a full recovery, bright young thing like her she will bounce right back…you are more than welcome to stay here with her but she is heavily sedated” - The Doctor gave you the once over before leaving Price.

He adjusted the sling his right arm was in, he would wear it till you woke up, he knew you would go mad if he didn't. Price looked at your face, you looked so small in the bed. You were covered in wires. The sooner you were out the better, he thought, he ran his hand over his beard. He knew you were sedated and probably on another planet, but he still spoke to you as if you could hear him.

“I know this great little pub up in the hills near me, cracking views I know you're going to love it kid…” - Price smiled, he leaned over you kissing the top of your head. He sat himself down in the chair by your bedside, pulling his hat down over his eyes. 5 mins he’ll give himself then he’ll check on you again. He could rest easy knowing you were where you belonged at his side.

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persephoneflouwers · 1 year

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Hi doc, I'm desperately looking for ABO fic (Alpha Louis and Omega Harry ), I've been stuck with "Light, Spark and Fire" for months because it's so good, gimme a rec

I found just a few! You’ll see I have some favourite authors and I read all of their works haha anyway this is what I found for Alpha Louis x Omega Harry. Maybe this will need a part 2. Let me know if you want more.

ABO FIC

Say something (106K) by kingsofeverything ( @kingsofeverything ): At fifty years old and recently divorced, Omega Harry Styles isn't interested in dating. When his doctor suggests a heat and rut matching service, he signs up out of necessity. It’s the only use he has for an Alpha in his life. Twenty-eight-year-old Alpha Louis Tomlinson aims to change that.

Actions and consequences (95K) by HelenaAzure: Harry is a prince. Louis is a King. They are destined to be together. But things are much more complicated than it meets the eyes. Throw in a war, a life long secret born of deception, a quiet love, a treason of the highest sorts, a mysterious child of royal lineage and a considerate yet troublesome horse into the mix, and you get a legend which resonates through the pages of history

Face your fears (92K) by SadaVeniren ( @sadaveniren ): Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

Love in the dark (90K) by brightgolden ( @brightgolden ): Where Louis is an ambitious Advisor Council that is reluctant to find a mate, and his father takes the matter into his hand while Harry is the valedictorian in his kingdom destined for better things than an arranged marriage.

A distant hazy light (76K) by green_feelings: Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Si pudiera volar (70K) by softfonds: When Harry’s fiancé leaves him for his cousin, he looks the other way for the sake of his happiness. He’ll do anything to forget about him, including joining a monastery. It isn’t until his cousin’s former lover, a pirate, appears that he realizes everything is not as it appears, and an honest pirate might be the only person worthy of his heart.

Everything to lose (70K) by stylinsoncity: harry is a global popstar who's convinced the world he has it all -- a happy marriage to a devoted alpha, two beautiful children, two grammy awards, three platinum albums, and a budding film career. But some aspects of his image aren't as true as they seem. Like the fact he's been separated for over a year, uses meaningless flings to cope and occasionally forgets responsibilities or commitments to his family. He and louis once commanded stages together. They tackled any challenges to their future and no matter how hard things got, they always returned to one another. harry would always return to louis. until one day, he finds he can't.

Wolf boy (like no one else) 70K by cristalrush: the one where Harry leaves his old pack in hopes to find his soulmate. And that’s when he meets Louis, an alpha who doesn’t believe in soulmates.

I like the way you say my name (when you soak it in grace) 66K by louisismycat (tifamomet): Louis is transferred to a new city to temporarily cover for his counterpart while he is on maternity leave for the next six months. His new co-workers talk endlessly about Harry, the omega who he’s covering for. And Louis finds himself jealous of whatever alpha as snatched him up. Until he learns Harry is actually an unmated omega three months out from becoming a single parent.

Glitters in the sky, glitters in our eyes (59K) by softfonds: What happens when a Duke who will only marry for love and a courtesan who only sells it create a public ruse? Well, nothing boring for sure. An Edwardian AU.

Here’s your perfect (54K) by brightgolden: In the world where mates are assigned to everyone and deposited to their door when an agreeable partner is found for them, Alpha Louis has recently been given his. However, he is nothing like the type of alpha that the omega academy prepares Harry for.

The money mark (52K) by brightgolden: Where Louis is Harry’s first sugar daddy who dumped him over text and their paths cross, seven years later.

Eucalyptus (46K) by docklands: Harry didn't mean to get pregnant at all. When little Agnes comes along, his bachelor life takes a turn and he has to figure out how to single parent, with the occasional help from his best friend and co-worker, Zayn. Everything is running smoothly until Agnes starts acting strange, crying non-stop, sleeping at the most unconventional hours and not caring that she's ruining Harry's life. Agnes' new paediatrician, Louis Tomlinson, is enthusiastic, passionate about his job and a little too charming for Harry's lonely heart to take. More than figuring out what's wrong with her, Louis ends up revealing secrets about Harry's life he had never even dreamed about.

I sail with you (36K) by AFangirlFantasy: a classic!! Against his wishes, Omega Prince Harry Styles is arranged to mate with someone he doesn’t love, much less knows. Though he pleaded to his parents incessantly, they not only refuse to comply but force him to depart on a ship days later. Harry prays for fate to step in, to change what’s to come, however, the answer he is given is not exactly in the form he had hoped. Enter Will Tommo – deadliest pirate captain of all seven seas.

Chemistry is like candy to me (35K) by CuckooTrooke ( @larrydoinglaundry ): Harry is 8 months pregnant with a poor balance and traitorous nipples. Unfortunately for him, that is precisely when he meets a beautiful alpha in a packed London Tube. Fortunately for him, the said alpha might just be the best thing he has ever come across.

Rooms on fire (34K) by softfonds: Ten years ago, Louis helping Harry through a heat was the start of a romance that ended in heartbreak. Now, Harry's marriage is over thanks to his husband's very public infidelity, and Louis is fresh off a Golden Globe win. The last thing they both expect is to be cast in the same movie.

Leave your mark on me (32K) by kingsofeverything: When Chef Harry Styles’ unbonded Omega designation threatens to derail his career, he does the only thing he can, and goes in search of a black market bond.

English rose (32K) by harryanthus_annuus: Louis works on the 19th floor. It’s such a cliché to fall for the elevator girl, but no one resist Harry Styles

Want it flowing through my streams (30K) by screwstyles: Wimbledon ABO AU: Harry has just qualified for his first Grand Slam, and he’s prepared to make the most of it – that is, until his heat unexpectedly hits him only a few days before his first match. And it’s just his luck that Louis Tomlinson, the resident bad boy of British tennis, is the only person around to help him.

Tread lightly on my ground (20K) by fairytalelights: the one where Harry is having Louis' baby, but Louis doesn't know it's his.

Breathe me in, breathe me out (14K) by lunaheslwt: Louis is drawn into a quaint candle shop in his desire to find ways to soothe himself while struggling with touch depri. It takes him two more run-ins and with the lovely alpha sales assistant, and a drop, to figure out the source of the scent that imprints upon him and calms his omega. Idiots to lovers

It’s been ages (13K) by 2tiedships2 ( @2tiedships2 ): lots of pining. Lots of fluff

Come in and change my life (12K) by lightswoodmagic(sarah_writes): Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

I love this feeling (but I hate this part) 7K by lululawrence ( @lululawrence ): roommates, friends to lovers, usage of alpha voice for experimentation purposes lol it’s cute and fun

Lost in your paradise (6K) by SadaVeniren: Harry and Louis have a one night stand.

Scent partner (4K) by amomentoflove: The name of the company was horrible: Scent Partner. Whoever was on the marketing team should be fired immediately for green-lighting that name. But the instructions were simple. Alphas wear a shirt for three days and nights. The shirt gets sent to omegas nearing their heats to pick the alpha who smells the best to them. The company notifies the alpha and gives them the opportunity to say no. If both parties agree, they meet at a heat room for the omega’s heat. Everything is safe and consensual.

Baby, don’t apologize (2K) by Neondiamond: Harry being an asexual Omega means his Alpha Louis has had to spend his ruts alone for the past decade despite being mated. He’s not sure who feels most hurt by it.

#angie reader’s corner #larry fic rec #fic rec #abo fic #alpha louis #omega harry #these are only a few haha i got tired making this post on my phone #hope you enjoy one of these!#casella di posta numero 32

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thejessc0de · 7 months

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Do you have any tips for someone who is trying a more realistic aproach for their art style? your painting and lighting are so good that I had to ask 🤠

Thank you!

So this question is actually pretty hard to answer, mostly because I still consider myself a beginner/hobbyist, and I'm pretty sure a lot of my technique comes from the ~5 years of classical art training I received in middle school and high school, and that's so fuzzy I can't tell what's intuition or muscle memory! I can go over some of my workflow/thoughts though and hopefully some of it is useful!

The first thing is that for realism, You. Need. References. It is impossible to replicate the level of detail in a realistic painting without a reference. I usually pick a reference, try to draw that reference exactly, and once I have the proportions correct, I'll change it to match the character/scene I'm drawing (move an arm, tilt the head, add a hand, make the eyes bigger, add anime hair etc. haha). Over time you'll get more comfortable moving away from a specific reference and piecing together a bunch of references into something more unique.

Here is an example of a recent post that was fairly simple. I take the reference image (link to reference here) and try to match it, and then I change it to match the character details, in this case, Kashimo.

As for the lighting, when I first started, my colors were a mess! I already know basic color theory which helps, but it didn't help enough haha. What I think helped me learn the quickest was color picking - in krita you can select a color directly from an imported reference figure. So I'd find a reference that I really liked the lighting on, and color picked from it while paying attention to the actual color I was grabbing (how warm it was, gray it was, what the typical skin tones were, etc).

Later on as I started to learn what types of color palettes I really liked working with, I'd open the reference photo in Krita and tweak the image's contrast and sometimes completely change the lighting and colors. However, at some point I started using it as a crutch and my skills stagnated, so you need to be careful! However, now I've progressed to the point of doing a painting in black and white and adding the colors later (with no color picking!), sometimes even without a reference for the color. This was a slow and painful process, so don't expect things to make sense overnight!

Also, don't forget that you don't have to make the colors perfect in one shot. Usually I'll color things using a color layer with minimal detail and basic color tone (Itadori's hair is soft pink, his hoodie is bright red, etc), and then create shadows and lighting with multiply and overlay layers (blues and purples for night, etc.). Eventually I'll build up the color and merge all the layers together, and then add details in full color. I can color pick from other parts of the painting to maintain consistency. Then to finish things off, I almost always tweak the colors and contrast using filter layers.

Here is an example from that same Kashimo painting, going from black and white to full colors using color, multiply, and overlay layers, and then ending with full color details.

As a side note, starting out in black and white can make things so much easier. When you're only worried about values, you can really focus on shadow depth and the shapes of things. It's so much easier to explore rendering when you're not trying to do color on top of everything! Don't try to do everything at once.

The rendering style I use is based heavily on trying to replicate the feeling of actual oil painting. I use the (free!) art program Krita, and my favorite, most used brush is from a free pack I downloaded from deviant art (here). I use the brush called R T Masked4 (shown below) for basically 90% of any painting I do. I use about 4 brushes total on a typical painting (R T Masked4, that same brush but tweaked to be narrower for hair details, a smudge brush that I discovered maybe 10 days ago that I'm now obsessed with, and sometimes a scratchy brush for additional texture).

One last thing - don't be afraid to use tracing! Block in a reference photo to get the head and shoulders in the right place!! Trace a few hands to see how it feels!!! Obviously don't trace somebody's art and present it as your own, and it should only be rough approximations of shapes so you learn how to break down the body into parts. Otherwise, it won't be helpful at all. I only use photographs for tracing, including pictures I've taken of myself. One of the more helpful things I'll do is free hand my drawing and try to make it match the reference as closely as possible. Then, on a separate layer, I'll trace the reference photo (again, no details, just general positioning/shapes), and compare it to my original drawing. I can immediately see the issues, and I'll use the liquify tool to get things in the right place. I've learned that my horizontal spacing is usually pretty good, but I struggle with vertical spacing, especially on faces. So now I triple check my work for those specific things!

This kinda turned into a book, I'm sorry! I hope some of this is helpful and doesn't sound like the 10:30pm ramblings of someone who didn't get enough sleep haha.

#tumblr asks #art process #realism sorta #digital art #krita #drawn with krita

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mecachrome · 27 days

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Hi k! I love reading your ojp scholarship, as he has crept up on me and taken over my brain. Weird question but why do you think he picked Lando as his guy to be a bit weird about?

hi anon 🥺 first off thank u for indulging me & also that is not a weird question at all!!!

ok obviously this is just me saying Anything so i apologize in advance T__T but tbh i think a lot of it ultimately goes back to the idea of lando's ~Proximity~ and how a very specific mélange of career circumstance laid out a foundation for oscar's interest extremely early on... which. let me explain!!! more behind the cut:

not to go on too much of a tangent but if you look at the current drivers in f1 who are roughly within a few years of oscar's age and could have feasibly been someone he'd looked up to coming up the ranks, i'd say the cutoff is like, 2018? so the group is basically charles/george/alex/lando, of whom the first 3 were alr in intrepid together (albeit in diff categories) when oscar had barely started karting at all. also alex moved up to single-seaters very early and his career/road to f1 is obviously a lot more complex than the others, so in reality the only ones oscar would have properly "followed" are lando and george, and then having gone through rfm & british f4 himself it makes sense that he'd lean more toward lando.

...idk how to put this succinctly but basically it's Like: so you're a kid in australia who believes in yourself so much you're willing to move halfway across the globe and attend boarding school by yourself while all your friends and family and the World As You've Always Known It grows and changes without you, and the team you're determined to prove yourself at has semi-recently achieved victory with a guy named lando norris, who is now british f4 champion and runs three separate series the same year you move to europe and goes on to win them all, who is extremely accessible on social media and is kind of awkward but charming and uses dumb unfunny gifs that match your level of online humor exactly, and all the while you're learning to navigate a new country, learning what it really means to prioritize the endless grind of motorsport, and you wouldn't dare look too far ahead into the future but sometimes you see him and think if he can keep winning everything then why not you?

So. also i think what always krills meeee about young_814 lore is that you have to really envision what they looked like circa 2016 like they were undersized dweebs for a majority of their lives!!! anyway. but also nasdlfnagk every time oscar is like i thought you were 30 with your goatee going on haha xD it's like U knowww he's flashing back to that image of little baby lando in his mind..... ok i need to relax.

there are of course other people oscar could have been weird about but in the end it's kind of just a Skill Issue thing / matter of attrition. like from the rfm pack max and logan and guanyu never progressed the same way lando did, and you also have to remember that by the time lando was a mclaren junior he was genuinely their Golden BoyTM, and i know we often talk about lando's competency kink but oscar is also similar to that but in like a ........ he needs to respect you on some fundamental level to be obsessed with you. so the fact that he genuinely rates lando contributes (imo) massively to the fundamentals of their dynamic!!!

also tbh to me one of oscar's biggest mental strengths is specifically that he isn't a very sentimental person, as in if he left to another team i don't think he'd be torn up or anything about not having lando as a teammate lol. but i DO believe he's someone who adapts very well to unfamiliar environments and is always willing to match someone's energy/meet them where they're at (again - especially when he respects them), so he's basically the perfect person to vibe with lando's idiosyncrasies and engage in all the lighthearted push/pulling they have going on. because like he genuinely thinks lando is funny and is more than happy to follow along his meandering bantz and the weirder lando is the weirder oscar is in response and that's just how they Work ?__? so At the end of the day it's: oscar was once a teenage boy who followed (still does) at ladbible instagram and watched the same gaming streamers lando likes or whatever and has seen lando grow into the man he is today (way more confident and "visible" and successful, very much a menace, brutally honest as ever) from this Very Specific vantage point of basically the only other junior after lando to have followed the same path to f1 and been Equally as good / achieved the same stock.

*__* does any of that make sense.

do u ever think about how lando (extensively nurtured by the team as their only junior) and oscar (basically crashlanded belatedly into his seat) are the only driver pairing in team history to have both debuted with mclaren........ do you ever think about how in a way lando's karting success indirectly influenced oscar's move to europe. do you ever think about how if alpine weren't an abject mess we would have never gotten 814 as teammates and lando would have just been Another Guy On The Grid to him........ 😮‍💨

#ask #me: i'll be brief. also me: (writes 20 paragraphs)

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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OOOOH NOOOO I'M OBSESSED WITH HEATH... FUUUUCK!!! This was so well written and fun! I love this character so much, he's so hot and likable, even though he's so dominant and possessive. Actually he might be hot because of that. Oops lol

I've never had a thing for gargoyles before but I have a crush on this guy. the bookstore scenario is so cute, and the way he's so casual and rough around the edges, then suddenly breaks his composure and fucks the life out of the reader is just perfect. I've been daydreaming about this all day. What's Heath's apartment like, if you can tell me? :D is he the owner of the bookstore? LMAO loved the shading of the reader's sad human boyfriend. I'm guessing Heath has a nicer place and more money than the reader, too. I love that aspect, it adds to the dynamic of him being more powerful and taking care of his cute new little human, while also putting his claim on them by taking them into his 'territory'.

His loyalty is so cute. Bet it'll be so fun for him to get to wake up with the reader, spend the whole morning together and go to work together. Poor thing can never fake being sick to get out of work again, though XD how much patience do you think heath would have for the reader if she struggled with depression and couldn't necessarily be very productive? Reading this I was just thinking about how different I am at home then at work because I only have enough energy to be productive for so long before I crash and become useless lol

I hope you don't mind the wall of text! I got so inspired by your piece I couldn't help it. Thank you for writing things for us, your blog is amazing :)

Haha I’m glad you like him! I don’t know why but I’m obsessed with sort of average everyday leads, though Heath does own the bookstore. He’s not like a psycho CEO or anything, though. He’s a pretty laid back guy who literally hired you because he thought you were cute. This was really fun to answer, because I adore Heath!

Here are the answers:

As for his apartment:

He lives on the 22nd floor of a building overlooking the city, but it’s not crazy expensive or anything. He’s pretty much upper middle class, but has a good savings and retirement plan. It’s got two bedrooms, a bedroom and a study for his bookshelves, with a large wide balcony.

He has a cat named Aero and a fishtank with freshwater fish. He likes dogs, but he’s not a dog person, preferring quiet snuggling with his kitty.

He also likes to be surrounded by living things and keeps easy to care for potted plants. His balcony is packed with plants in terra cotta pots he’s raised from cutlets that he’s collected from various little old ladies that come into the bookstore. I just imagine him having a whole fan club of grandmas who found out he’s into balcony gardening and wont stop gifting him cuttings from their plants at home.

Heath likes to read so he’s got a ton of old special edition books he saved for himself from running the bookstore and comfortable chairs.

He’s not a slob but he was definitely a bachelor before you. Most things in his house are practical except the books. His house looks very casual with oversized comfy, but quality furniture in cool neutral shades. He does have a nice wooden bedframe on his very large bed, for his very large body. He even has matching sheet sets and pillowcases.

He doesn’t know much about decorating so he’s excited to decorate with you. Before you moved in he just had fan posters he got from the bookstore and framed, which he wasn’t particularly attached to. His walls were painted gray before you and he’s excited to pick paint colors with you.

He usually uses his balcony as his front door and flies up to his apartment. He will give you a ride.

He’s a big cuddle bug and a huge introvert. When he’s at home he’s a ton more cuddly and touchy than he is at work. At work he puts on a bit more of a tough, boss facade, but at home he just wants to curl up on the couch and read books as much as possible.

His house is noticeably quiet. He doesn’t watch loud movies. He doesn’t listen to loud music. When he does play video games, he wears headphones. He likes a peaceful atmosphere at home.

If the reader struggled with depression:

He would be very sympathetic and want to get you help from a doctor because he’s very data driven. He likes to learn everything possible about a subject before he takes action. He’d probably want to go to some of your doctor’s appointments with you just to make sure you’re getting the help you need and that he is doing everything right to help you

He would be really gung-ho about treatment and help you organize your medications, buying you cute little pill containers to put them in

He would definitely let you stay home on days you just weren’t feeling up to it because really he’s more worried about you than how you behave as an employee. He will always want to cuddle with you when you just want to stay pressed in the couch and sometimes read you books while you take your depression naps

However, he would be really strict about doctor mandated schedules, which might cause friction sometimes. He will drag you out of bed and make you do some exercise! He will chase you around with a water bottle and remind you to drink it! He will make you go to bed on time! He will insist on buying healthy food for meals! He will carefully watch your drinking and give you glasses of juice and say they are alcoholic when you are overdoing it. He’s not above tricking you when you are being silly or stubborn, but most of the time he’ll just fuck the sense into you.

#monster headcanons #yandere headcanon #headcannon #headcanon #monster x girl #monster oc #monster fucker #monster fic #my fic

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ghostlygeto · 1 year

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PLEASE "this was a mistake" (hurt no comfort - I LOVE IT) with either Kuroo or Sakusa you can decide 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙇🏻‍♀️

woah crazy this totally hasn’t been sitting in my ask box for two months because i was having the most god awful writers block in the history of the universe haha. i am so sorry please forgive me.

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader

warnings: hurt no comfort, sakusa is an idiot fr :(, not proof read as per usual, gonna be real i have no idea what prompt list this came from <3

wc: 710

“this was a mistake”

neither of you loved spending all this time apart. but sakusa was part of a big league team now, which meant traveling. sometime's he'd be gone for weeks before returning home to you just to leave within a few days. it was hard, on both of you. you coped the ways you could, video calls and constant texting. but it was never the same, was it? every voice mail or 'sorry i missed your call' text made the distance between the two of you more and more apparent. the distance that was more than just actual, physical distance. it was between the two of you emotionally as well.

things were okay until he returned home from his most recent trip. you noticed he stopped replying to texts the days leading up to his return, he didn't even let you know when he had landed safely back in your area of japan. he came inside all huffy, muttered a few words to you before excusing himself off into the bathroom for a shower. declined you invitation for a bath together instead, and locked the door behind him. none of this was typical kiyoomi behavior.

when he finally came out of the bathroom he looked like he had been crying. "y/n, can i talk to you?"

"of course, omi, anything," you made space for him on the couch next to you, anxiously awaiting his next words. "is everything okay? you've seemed kind of distance since you came home, i wanted to give you space just incase you needed some but-"

"this was a mistake," kiyoomi let out a deep breath, "i can't keep doing this with you. the traveling and the distance, and i know it's not good for you either." he watched as your face went from concerned to heartbroken in the matter of three seconds. he couldn't believe he was doing this. to you, of all people. the one person he's ever felt a real connection with. but he knew this would be better for both of you. he’d stop feeling so guilty for leaving you alone so often and you’d stop being lonely all the time.

“omi? what do you mean this was a mistake?” you tried grabbing his hand, but he pulled away from you. no, this isn’t fair. he can’t do this to you. “whatever’s going on we can work it out, kiyoomi. don’t do this.”

“there’s nothing to work out, y/n. we’re both miserable being separated constantly. i can’t stop traveling and you can’t come with me. this is just what’s best from both of us.” no it isn’t, he told himself. he knew that, this was killing him. he hoped you knew this wasn’t easy for him, either. but he’d never want you to have to be the one to do this. no, sakusa knew you’d stay too quiet for too long and suffer in silence.

“you’re really breaking up with me?” your voice broke, “right now, after you just got home?” sakusa only nodded. you took notice to the tears streaming down his face now, matching your own. if this hurt him so much why was he doing it?

if sleeping alone three weeks out of the month meant you got to stay with him, you’d cherish the one week you did get. you’d sacrifice anything for sakusa.

and that was the problem, of course. he knew your dedication and knew you’d throw everything away for him. it terrified him, the thought of you tossing everything aside from him. he had to do what was best for you.

even if it meant breaking your heart.

“i’m sorry, y/n. i’m going to the miya’s tonight. i’ll be back sometimes with them to get my things tomorrow.” he turned his back to you, having already packed a small back with the select few things he may need in the next twelve hours. he took one final look at you, knowing it may be his last.

it sucked, and it hurt. you wanted to scream at him. but all you could do was watch as the love of your life walked out the door and to his best friend’s house, leaving you here alone again.

but for good this time.

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#sakusa kiyoomi angst #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x y/n #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x you #mine !!

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 2 years

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Storms Call For Distractions - Sam Kiszka

A/N: I’m BACKKK GRESTIES! If you guys know me, you know I LOVE a good enemies to lovers (ish) moment. This is pretty cliche and cheesy, but it’s brought me out of my writers block, so just stick with me on this one haha. I hope you guys enjoy! Please note that I did not have time to perfectly proofread this, so I apologize for any mistakes in advance!

WARNINGS: Hurricanes (this could be triggering for some people). 18+ content! Minors please DNI!

Choking | Fingering | Oral (fem receiving) | Praise & degrading | Unprotected sex (wrap it up)!

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The five of you had agreed upon a little 2 week vacation, renting out a house just about 15 minutes from the beach.

You were lazily snuggled in between Jake and Danny, all of you were worn out from spending your entire day out in the sun. So far the trip had been lovely, spending time with your best friends… All except for Sam. The two of you couldn’t get along to save your lives and it was starting to make this trip frustrating. Josh, Jake and Danny constantly told you not to let him bother you, but being so close for two weeks straight, was starting to really eat away at you and Sam both.

“Guys, remember that hurricane they’ve been talking about this whole week? The one that was supposed to miss us?” Josh asked, walking into the living room with his phone in hand. You looked up at him, immediately noticing the concern written on his face that matched his voice.

“What do you mean the one that was “supposed” to miss us…?” Jake raised, a concerned hint to his own words, just like his brother’s. “Look,”

Josh walked over to the three of you, flipping his phone around to show you the forecast video. You listened to the meteorologist intently, worry clouding your mind the more he explained.

“This thing is gonna hit TOMORROW night?” You took Josh’s phone from his hands, examining the radar and forecast further

“Well, we’re fucked.” Jake huffed, leaning back into the couch with a noise of frustration. “We’re not gonna be able to pack up in a day… We’d end up driving in it. And that’s boldly assuming they don’t close the roads before we can load up and leave…”

“It’s not exactly safe to stay here either, Jake. This thing is a category 3 right now…” Danny pointed, glancing at the radar over your shoulder.

“How the hell did it even change directions so fast…”

“What’s with the little meeting?” Sam’s tone was laced with genuine curiosity as he entered the room. You did your very best at biting back some snappy comment and allowed one of the other boys to answer him.

“There’s apparently a hurricane that’s headed right for us now. We’re trying to come up with a plan… but it looks like we’re just gonna be stuck here a few extra days.” Danny explained, head leaning against the back the couch, getting lost in thought.

“I think we’d be okay here…” Sam shrugged. “We’re not directly on the beach anyway.”

“This is a big storm Sam. We’re still a little too close.” You tried to keep a cool tone, but Sam immediately became agitated by your words… As usual. “Do you have to disagree with everything I say? Or do you do it just to make me miserable?” Sam glared.

“You do your absolute best at making me miserable, Sammy. It’s only fair I take my opportunities.” You shot back, giving him a sickening smile.

“I love you both, but for the love of God, don’t start this shit right now.” Jake cut in pleadingly. “We have shit to do.”

“I’ll go to the store.” You declared, wanting a little bit of time away from the house, before you were all to become stuck there. “One of you come with?” You glanced around to Jake, Danny and Josh, praying one of them would say yes.

“Don’t wanna go shopping with me, dearest?” Sam sneered, throwing a hand over his chest.

“Hell no. I’m already gonna be stuck here with you longer than I planned.” You groaned, glaring at him.

“Just your worst nightmare, isn’t it, doll?”

“Y/N, I’ll go with you. Come on.” Danny said quickly, pulling you up off the couch with him. You gave Sam one final glare as you followed Danny out of the room.

“God, he’s insufferable.” You muttered.

“Maybe these next few days will bond you two.” Danny suggested, shrugging cooly. Instant laughter escaped your lips. “Yeah, if hell freezes over.”

You placed around various flashlights and candles throughout the house, while all the guys were outside putting away beach chairs and other outside furniture. Within the next five to six hours, you would be getting the outer bands of the storm.

“Y/N?” You heard Jake call through the house. “Yea?!” You yelled back from the top of the stairs.

“We were gonna ride to the beach for a few, now that we’ve got everything done. Just to enjoy the last little bit of sun.” He explained and you nodded. “You’re coming with us.” he added. You shook your head no, walking down the stairs to meet him where he stood at the bottom. “I don’t know if I wanna be on the beach now… the waves are probably huge already. I can’t imagine it’s safe out there anymore.”

“If they’re too big, we won’t get out of the car. I promise. Or we’ll just stay at the top of the beach.” Jake assured you, eyes softly begging you to agree on their little adventure. “Fine,” you sighed in agreement. Grabbing your shoes and following Jake out the door.

All of you watched the huge, crashing waves from the top of the beach. None of you even daring to walk closer to the water. Each wave seemingly getting bigger and bigger, coming farther up the sand. The wind was practically knocking you over. The beach was completely void of people, besides the five of you.

“Maybe we should have just tried to go home…” Jake spoke, a nervous edge to his tone that you weren’t used to hearing from him.

“We’ll be okay. Or at least I think…” Danny laughed, sounding equally as nervous.

“Can you guys stop?” You begged. “I’m horrified enough.”

“We’re gonna be just fine, Y/N. Don’t let their worry, be your worry.” Josh soothed you, rubbing a hand along your back comfortingly. Here you were, staring danger directly in the eyes and he was so calm and collected. You took a deep breath, taking in the last rays of sun and the warm wind.

“I think we should head back. I have just enough time to make us all dinner before this thing hits.” you told them, turning to walk back towards the car. All four boys complied and followed quickly behind you.

After eating and cleaning up from dinner, the five of you sat around the living room, trying to enjoy the company of one another. The impending weather had everyone on edge, none of the boys were quite as talkative and energetic as usual.

It was about midnight and the outer bands of the storm had been rolling in for a couple hours now.

“You know… I can’t think of a better group of people to be stuck in a Hurricane with.” You softly smiled towards Josh, his gentle attempt at easing the energy in the room made your heart swell.

“Honestly, you’re not wrong… but even the alcohol isn’t calming my nerves.” Jake admitted, holding up his cup of god knows what. “Yeah, no kidding..” Danny agreed.

“I just know Y/N is gonna be the first one to panic if something happens.” Sam spoke mockingly.

“Don’t you think I deserve to not have you pestering me right now?” you bit back with a cold look.

“You think i’m gonna spare you, just cause a little storm is coming?” Sam’s voice dripped with fake sympathy.

“Welp, this has been fun. I’m going to bed.” Jake interrupted, before you and Sam went any further. “Goodnight!”

“I wish you’d spare me all the time and just not fucking talk.”

“HAH!” Jake cackled from the top of the stairs.

Josh and Danny fought to hold back their own fits of laughter, sharing glances and snickering to one another quietly.

Sam scoffed. “Like you’re a real treat to listen to.”

“okay… You guys have fun, I’m gonna hit the hay, too.” waving his hand, Josh made his way up the stairs not long after Jake.

You stood from the couch, shooting Sam a look of distain. “I’m not about to get left down here with you, so goodnight.”

After hugging Danny, you made your way up towards your bedroom. You rummaged through your suitcase, looking for a specific oversized t-shirt and a fresh pair of panties, deciding to shower while you still had the chance. Who knows how long the power would last…

Once you were done showering, you crawled into bed, scrolling through tiktok until you eventually fell asleep with your phone in hand.

Your sleep didn’t last long though, being startled out of your sleep, by a loud bang just outside your window.

You shifted around in search for your phone and when you found it, you opened it up to go straight to your weather app. You were sure this had to be the worst of the storm, but you were shocked to see you still had a little bit to go until the worst settled in. The rain and wind beat loudly against the windows and sides of the beach house. At times the wind blew so hard, you could feel the room shaking.

‘How the fuck could it get worse than this’ you thought.

Pulling yourself out of bed, you walked over to the window and opened the blinds. The trees were tipped in a constant angle from the wind- they looked like they could snap at any second. A mixture of rain, leaves, sand and probably other various debris were being blown around.

You abandoned the window out of fear of something hitting it again and crawled back into bed.

You replayed in your mind what Josh had said earlier in the evening: “We’re gonna be just fine, Y/N.” in hopes that it would calm your raging nerves.

You tried your very best to lull yourself back to sleep, wanting to sleep through as much of the storm as you could, but it was no use. Your anxious thoughts were out of control.

Getting up out of bed yet again, you quietly made your way downstairs to the kitchen.

Walking through the doorway, you jumped at the sight of Sam sitting at the island. A cup of what you could only guess to be tea, settled in between his hands. He turned to you, wide eyed and startled slightly himself.

“Sorry… I didn’t think anyone would be down here..” you mumbled, making your way over to the cabinet to retrieve a mug of your own.

“What are you doing up? Scared?” Sam snickered, although it seemed a little more lighthearted than normal.

You rolled your eyes, putting the mug of water into the microwave. “Me, scared? I find that a little insulting.”

“It was fully meant to be an insult. You’re a baby.” smirking, he watched your cheeks turn pink in annoyance.

“And you’re an ass.” You snapped back. “So why are you up then, hm?” it was your turn to question him.

“Is Sammy boy a little scared, too?”

“Nope, not really. I’m always up late.” he shrugged, bringing his mug up to his lips nonchalantly.

“Right.” You turned back to the microwave, pulling out the mug of now hot water.

In the middle of opening the tea bag, yet another loud crash came from outside. You turned to Sam, who was sharing an equally wide-eyed expression. He slid out of his seat, heading in the direction the sound came from. You followed him, coming up behind him at the living room window.

“Fuck, well that’s gonna be fun moving…” He sighed, peering out of the blinds. “What? What is it?”

He moved out of the way begrudgingly, gesturing for you to look out. You didn’t have to look long, eyes falling on the large palm tree that had fallen across the end of the driveway. “Oh…”

“Yeah. “Oh..”” he huffed, trudging back towards the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes at his inability to be nice for even five minutes.

Returning back to making your cup of tea, you stayed silent. You sometimes wished that Sam would treat you as he did everyone else. The playful touches and teasing…

But you knew you would never get that from Sam.

While you continued on with your task at hand, Sam was eyeing you intently from his spot at the island. It had slipped your mind, that all you had on was a pair of purple panties and an oversized band t-shirt. Sam was praying that you wouldn’t turn around to catch him gawking. So, before you had the chance to, he downed the rest of his tea and got up.

You heard footsteps coming up behind you, but you didn’t move. Sam came up beside you, reaching around your body to sit his cup in the sink.

You paused suddenly at close proximity. “You couldn’t just go on the other side of me?”

“Didn’t feel like going that far.” Sam smirked. Oh, how that smirk did things to you that you wouldn’t be caught dead admitting.

“It’s right there, Samuel.” You pointed, annoyance mixed with heat rushing through you. Despite sitting his mug down, he was still all too close. He just shrugged again. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Watching Sam leave the kitchen, You wanted to ask him to stay, in fear of being alone… But how would that look? ‘I could always go wake one of the other boys..’ you thought to yourself, but you didn’t want to do that.

You finished your tea as quickly as you could and practically sprinted back upstairs. The warm liquid did little to calm you and when you finally settled back into your bed, you started to become anxious again.

You laid in bed, practically shaking in fear. Debating all your possible options, you decided you didn’t want to wake one of the other boys.

Sam was really your only option left.

Reluctantly, you got up once again. But this time, you went straight to Sam’s bedroom door. You lifted your hand to knock, but it’s as if your body was fighting against the action.

‘This won’t end well, he’s just gonna tell you to get out, amongst other rude things.’

You pushed the thoughts as far back as you could, forcing your hand to knock against the wooden door. It was soft, but loud enough that you knew Sam would hear.

There was shuffling heard from inside, before the door opened slowly. Before Sam could even say a word, you were already explaining yourself. “I know it’s late and you hate me, but I admit it, I’m scared and I can’t sleep. I know you’re probably gonna say no, b-“

“Y/N.” Sam interrupted sharply and you stopped mid sentence.

“Yeah…?” You spoke weakly, realization of the situation setting in.

“I’ll stay up with you. Just come in and settle down, for God’s sake.” You looked up at Sam in shock. He stepped to the side to let you in, but you were frozen in your spot. Sam raised his eyebrows in amusement, snapping his fingers in front you. “Earth to Y/N. Are you gonna come in, or stand there like a deer in headlights? If that’s the case, I’m closing the door.”

You blushed, finally stepping into his room. It was just like the rest of the rooms in the beach house, but the woodsy, sweet scent was what made it so obviously Sam’s. The only other difference, being the TV that hung on the wall.

“Thank you…” you mumbled, glancing around, taking in the cozy room. Sam walked by you, heading towards his bed and got back in. He opened up the blankets next to him, inviting you in.

You slid in beside him, somewhat awkwardly if you were being honest. Let’s be real, this was Sam. Of all the people in this house you could have sought after for comfort, this is where you ended up.

Once you were in, Sam pulled the covers up over you both. What he did next, shocked you to your core. Literally.

Sliding a little closer, he pulled you into his arms, securing you safely against him. You cursed yourself for how quickly your body relaxed into him and he seemed to

notice too, based on the cocky chuckle that shook his chest.

“All you needed was me, huh, doll?” He teased.

“Don’t ruin this for me, Sam.” you grumbled, rolling your eyes, earning a genuine laugh from Sam. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” he smiled cheekily, sarcasm laced in his tone.

“Aren’t you just a gem.” rolling your eyes, you dropped your head against his chest, trying to relax the rest of the way.

“Oh, I am a gem. Just not for you.”

“See? Here you go killing what could be a good moment.” you sighed frustratedly, only amusing Sam more.

“A good moment? Doll, you’re never gonna get a “good moment” out of me.” he chuckled lowly, eyes never leaving the TV. It was as if he couldn’t dare bless you with all of his attention.

“Given the way you’re holding me, your words are a little contradicting.” you argued, glancing up at him.

“I’m doing you a favor.” he said simply, still not looking at you.

Giving up on the conversation, you focused in on the TV and the scent of Sam’s lingering cologne from the day. As much as you hated it, the awkwardness that was lingering in the air eventually went away and you found a solid comfort in Sam’s arms.

A few minutes passed and you found yourself dozing off to sleep, when everything went black. The sounds of the TV and other natural noises from the house, stopped completely. Leaving only the raging, eerie sounds from outside, causing You to shift anxiously in Sam’s arms.

“Well, fuck…” Sam shifted as if he was going to get up, but you grabbed his arm. “Sam, where are you going??”

“To find a candle…? Do you wanna stay in the pitch black?”

“Please just stay here?” you pleaded, not realizing the death grip you had on his arm.

Letting out an exasperated breath, he settled back down beside you. It was then that he’d noticed how much you were shaking.

“I’ve got you, Y/N. Here,” Sam adjusted you both, so that you were snuggled deeper into the bed. You were facing each other now, and your eyes had adjusted to the new darkness, just enough to see his striking features. His hand found your cheek, his thumb stroking it lightly.

You blinked at him a few times, not believing that this was really Sam anymore. The Sam you knew wouldn’t do this… right? Right?!

“You know… You irritate me to no end, but this is exactly what I was hoping would happen.” Sam admitted and you could just barely see the grin on his face.

“And why’s that?” you pried, leaning into his touch a little more.

“Cause now I get to be the one to calm your anxious ass… And also do this-“ Before you could process what Sam had said, his lips brushed against yours gently.

His lips felt so welcoming and warm, you couldn’t fight your body’s urge to kiss him, once you got beyond your brief state of shock.

The kiss was slow and soft at first, almost experimental and cautious.

“I don’t think this is enough to calm me down, Sammy.” you whispered against his lips, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, his own curving up along with yours.

“Oh, say it isn’t? What can I do about that, doll? Want me to go back to making you miserable?” he jested, biting at your bottom lip teasingly.

He kissed down your cheek, picking a spot just below your jaw to bite and suck on. A barely there whimper made your skin vibrate against his lips and he chuckled darkly.

“Go on, tell me.”

“No, I want you to Keep going like this, Sammy. Please.” you begged, letting your head tip back just a little more to give him more access to your neck.

“Mmm. You want me to make you feel good? Is that it?” He pressed on, wanting to hear your shaky voice try to stutter out answers for him.

“Yes. Yes, I want you to make me feel good. S-so good.” you answer breathlessly, as he bit into another spot on your neck. You were in too deep to not see how far you would go for him, and how far he would go for you.

“And no teasing.” You tried to add on with a much firmness as you could muster.

“Aww, doll baby. That’s not how this is gonna work. I aim to please, of course, but I’ve gotta work you up a little…” his words caused a whimper to emit from your lungs. “I love when you get all frustrated.” he spoke lowly, his lips ghosting over your ear. “Why do you think I love making you mad all the time?”

“That’s so sick and twisted of you, Sam.” you huffed, tangling your fingers in his soft hair in an attempt to pull him back up to your face.

He grabbed your wrist, pinning it down to the bed, along with the other as he moved over top of you fully. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“But you love it. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now.”

You leaned up to connected your lips again. If kissing Sammy was something you could do without ever stopping, you would do it. His kisses were captivating, the taste of his lips was more addicting than you’d ever imagined. As much as you hate to admit it, you have thought about what his lips would be like, What they would taste like… many times.

You pulled away for air, gazing up into his eyes. You couldn’t see the details of them, but you knew they were probably dark with lust, just like yours. You stayed like that for a moment, until you were startled by what sounded like a branch hitting the window. You jumped in Sam’s hold and he squeezed your wrists. He leaned down, placing little kisses to your cheek.

“Ssshh. We’re fine…” he soothed lowly. “Let me get back to distracting…”

Sam let go of your wrists, hands traveling down to the hem of your t-shirt. “Can I take this off?” You nodded all too eagerly in response.

“Words, Y/N.” he said firmly.

“Y-yes, take it off.” you choked out, trying to keep your breathing even. While Sam was effectively pulling your attention and nerves away from the storm, you were shocked at the dominance Sam possessed… It definitely gave you something new to dwell on.

Pulling your shirt over your head, with a little help from you, exposed your fully bare chest to Sam. A soft groan left his lips at the site of you, now almost entirely naked beneath him.

“So beautiful…” his words came out barely above a whisper, hands coming up to cup both your breasts. He played with one of your nipples teasingly between his fingers, his mouth coming down to connect with the other.

A moan much too loud -given the other people in the house- ripped out of you and Sam’s hand retreated from your breast, covering your mouth instinctively.

“I need you to be quiet. We wouldn’t want my brothers’ or Danny to wake up and hear you, would we?” The thought actually made you throb and in light of wanting to push Sam’s buttons a little bit, you decided to be a little defiant. Sam pulled his hand away, looking at you expectantly for an answer.

“What if I want them to hear me?” Sam’s face fell and his hand flew to your throat.

“Don’t you dare forget who’s running this fucking show.” Sam growled. “Either quiet down, or I will turn over, go to sleep right now and leave your pretty little cunt aching and dripping. Got me?”

“Yes, sir- i mean, Sam- i-“ you stumbled over your words, flustered and dripping at Sam’s full display of dominance.

“That’s my good girl.” he smiled down at you, sickeningly sweet.

He abandoned your breasts once he was satisfied with the hickeys scattered over them, working his way down to leave more across your belly and hips. “My sweet baby doll likes when I kiss her here, huh?” he asked, sucking on the sensitive skin of your lower belly, making your squirm.

“Shit- yes, I love that…” you whimpered through labored breaths. “Sammy, please… I need more. Please.”

Sam peered up at you. “What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me.” He encouraged.

“Need your mouth, or your fingers. Anything please… I can’t take anymore teasing.” you sounded purely pathetic, but you were too focused on finally receiving some relief to care.

“Sooo desperate. Who knew you’d be such a needy little slut for me..” Sam teased, the degrading words leaving his lips were filthy and you loved it. He knew you loved.

Hooking his hands into the sides of your panties, He tugged them down, a soft moan leaving his lips at the wetness clinging to them. “-And so wet…” he breathed out.

The warmth of his mouth ghosted over your heat, still far too teasing for your liking.

“Are you really gonna make me keep begging?” you locked eyes with him, giving him a pleading look.

“I wasn’t going to, but now that you mention it…” he paused, kissing your clit softly. “Since you want it sooo bad, beg for it, Y/N.”

“Sammy, please don’t make me beg anymore!” You whined, fisting the blanket below you in frustration.

Sam grabbed ahold of both your knees, yanking your legs apart

further. You moaned at the cool air suddenly hitting your burning core.

“Do you wanna cum or not? Stop being a little brat and let me hear you beg me.” He spat, biting harshly at the inside of your thighs.

“Okay, okay! Please, just please… I need your mouth so bad. I need you to make me cum, I wanna tell you how good you make me feel, Sammy, please!” Sam hummed to himself,nmore than satisfied with your response.

His lips finally connected with your throbbing bundle of nerves, sucking on it just enough to have you writhing beneath him. He threw an arm over your hips to hold you in place, the other arm moving under him to join his mouth. He slipped a single finger into your entrance first, dragging it in and out of you slowly. The sounds of your wetness was damn near embarrassing, but you had no time to focus on that.

Adding a second finger, Sam caused another loud moan to bubble out of you. You expected him to scold you, but he let it go, repeating the same action that drew out the moan.

“Fuck, Sammy. Fuck-“ you cried, hands reaching down to tangle themselves in his hair. You could feel the familiar knot tightening in your stomach.

“Are you close? Talk to me, pretty girl.” Sam pulled away from your throbbing bud of nerves, replacing his mouth with his thumb, rubbing quick circles.

All that came out of you was another cry of pleasure, unable to form a coherent sentence. A pleased smirk tugged at Sam’s swollen lips.

“Give it up, pretty baby. I know you can do it.” he coaxed, voice almost mocking. “I know it feels so good, huh?”

Sam pulled himself up slightly, giving himself a little more leverage to better pin your squirming hips down. You turned your head into the pillow, muffling your loud moans when you felt your orgasm start to break over you.

“There it is… So pretty when you cum all over my fingers for me.”

Sam slowed the movements of his hand and let up on the hold he had of your hips, as you came down from you high.

“Oh… oh my god…” you panted out, trying to regain your composure. Sam laughed lightly at how fucked out your already were.

Bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth, he slid them in slowly and you watched him intensely as he sucked them clean.

You reached a hand out for him and he moved back over top of you.

“What is it, doll?”

“Take these off, wanna taste you too.” you told him lazily, gesturing at his sweatpants and beginning to prop yourself up.

But Sam pushed you back down by your shoulder. “Absolutely not. I’m so hard it hurts and I will cum in your mouth instantly. I need to get inside you. Next time, pretty girl.”

Your mouth gaped at Sam’s admission and you could only nod, completely wordless. Next time??

Sam wasted no time ridding himself of his sweatpants and boxers, crawling back over top of you.

“Are you ready?” he asked gently, hand coming up to cradle your face. His whole demeanor had changed and you honestly liked this side just as much.

“I’m ready.” you answered confidently, but you quickly realized why Sam had become a little softer with you. The burning sensation of him stretching you out, was enough to drawl a quiet sob from your lungs.

“Oh, shit- i-“ you stuttered through whimpers, burying your head into the crook of Sam’s neck.

“Almost there, baby… You’re doing so well. Are you okay?” his hand traveled back to hold the back of your head, while he waited for you to give him the okay. “I’m okay, baby… keep going. I can take it.” you assured him, taking a few deep breaths.

Sam pushed in the rest of the way carefully, groaning at how tight you were around him. “Shit, Y/N-“

Once he was in to the hilt, he didn’t move for a moment, trying to regain his grounding.

“You can move, Sam..” you told him, and he shook his head.

“I know. I’m trying not to cum…” he whined, trying his best not to fall apart inside of you so soon.

After a few more seconds, he gave a slow experimental thrust and you both moaned in unison. Slowly, Sam set a steady pace, gradually working his way up to something more intense.

“you’re so good, baby. So, so good.” you praised him, nails digging into the soft skin of his back. You couldn’t help but notice the blush that tinted his cheeks at your praise.

You’d definitely have to store that moment away.

He picked up his pace, snapping his hips into you harder and faster. You quickly became a moaning, whining mess under him yet again.

“You look so pretty underneath me like this. All fucked out.” he panted. unrelenting in his motions.

“Who knew you’d be such a whiny little thing..” he mocked, fingers coming down to rub tight circles into your clit again.

“S-sam, I don’t know if I can cum again,” you choked out, eyes squeezing shut in intense pleasure.

“Yea, I think you can.” he grunted, easing up on the pressure of his fingers against you clit, opting for a softer, more languid touch. The combination of the harsh thrusts he was giving you and the light touch over your clit, seemed to do the trick.

“Oh, fuck- that’s it, Sam. Please keep going- please, please, please!” you sputtered out quickly, back arching off the bed.

“There we go, see I told you.” he smirked. “you’ve got one more in you Let me have it, sweet girl. Cum with me.” he commanded.

With a few more deep thrusts of his hips, the fire burning in your stomach exploded as your second orgasm took over your body. This one was more intense than the first, your vision blurring and the sound of Sam’s praises sounding like faint background noise.

Sam reached his own high just seconds after you, a shaking, moaning mess above you. Rambling constant praises to you.

When he finally came down, he pulled out of you carefully and collapsed beside you.

“Jesus christ…” he mumbled to himself breathlessly.

You both laid there for a few seconds, trying to recover and take in what just happened.

“Do you think we woke anyone up?” You asked, turning your head towards him.

“We?” he scoffed playfully. “I didn’t, but you might have.”

You blushed crimson, pulling the comforter over your face.

After another minute or two, you got up, searching around for your t-shirt.

“Where are you going?” the same words you’d said to Sam just a little bit ago, were echoed back to you. You giggled. “Getting my shirt so we can clean up.”

Once you located it, you picked it up and cleaned yourself off, handing it off to him after.

“Think you can go to sleep now?” Sam jested, eyes scanning over your naked body like he could honestly devour you all over again.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head back to my room now.” you faked a serious tone as best you could, reaching out for your t-shirt still in his hands.

His face contorted in disbelief and you couldn’t stop the smile that took over you face.

Using the shirt to his advantage, he tugged it as hard as he could, pulling you back down onto the bed beside him. “You’re evil for that.”

“Aw, does Sammy boy not wanna sleep alone during the storm either?” you quipped, reaching to poke his side and he squirmed away, snatching your wrist swiftly.

“Don’t even start. You’re the one who came to my door doe eyed and begging.” he smirked, pulling you into him. You opened your mouth to object, but he stopped you.

“It’s okay, though.” he kissed your forehead softly. “I told you; this is exactly what I wanted to happen.”

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Domestic December Day 10 - Kids

Dew comes across a lost ghoul kit and helps it find its way back to the nursery.

Notes: I had a lot of fun with this one so it ended up being decently longer than most of my stuff for this month. Oh well. Prompt list by comp-lady. See prompt list here

Ghoul kits below the cut or on AO3

Dew wanders the abbey late one afternoon, bored out of his mind. The rest of the pack was out on a grocery run. He had been banned from coming along after last time (he got into a screaming match with an old lady) and was left to wait for their return. One could argue that leaving him to his own devices wasn’t the best idea either but damage control was easier on the ministry grounds than a crowded urban area.

The result was that he had no one to take his boredom out on. The siblings stuck to their cliques and the other ghoul packs were occupied with chores. The final nail in the coffin was that Aether, the only other one still around the abbey, was busy working in the medical wing rather than devoting all of his attention to Dew (how dare he).

He was going to die of boredom without an intervention. Fortunately one such intervention arrived at the nick of time. In the form of a small ghoul kit. Dew, just wandering aimlessly and not watching his step, nearly trips over the poor thing. He stops himself at the last second and stares in a mixture of confusion and horror at the small creature sitting at his feet.

Sure, he’s aware of the nursery for the ghoul kits that come to populate the ministry. That doesn’t mean he wants anything to do with them. And yet he becomes forcibly involved when the kit pulls itself to its feet, waddles over, and latches onto his leg with an iron grip.

“Let go, you little gremlin.” Dew shakes his leg slightly. Understandably the kit just holds on tighter. “I said, get off.” He shakes his leg harder. The kit gets the wonderful idea to latch on even tighter. With its teeth.

Dew howls in pain as the kit bites down hard enough to break skin. At least now he has an excuse to bother Aether. He tromps down the halls to the medical wing, kit holding onto his leg the entire way. He slams the door of the medical offices open and stomps up to the desk. Aether looks up from his paperwork and rolls his eyes.

“Ah yes, my favorite pain in the ass.” He teases. “And how can I help you today? Being bored isn’t terminal by the way.”

“Haha, very funny.” Dew grouses. “I actually need help.”

Aether raises a brow. “Being horny isn’t terminal either.”

“No it’s not that. Just, ughhh! Look!” He points down at his leg, Aether leans over the counter and does a double take. “That’s a new one.”

“Stop gawking and do something about it!”

“Geez Dew.” Aether comes around the counter and squats down at Dew’s feet. “It’s just a kit. Probably got lost or something.” He pats the kit on the head before looking up. “Why didn’t you take them back to the nursery?”

“I did not sign up for babysitting duty!”

They’re both interrupted by the kit looking up at Dew with big eyes. “Mama?”

Dew groans and Aether laughs.

“Looks like babysitting duty chose you.” Aether stands and shrugs.

“Well I’m taking it back.” He pries the kit off his leg and holds it around its middle and at arm's length.

“Do you even know where the nursery is?” Aether asks as he adjusts Dew’s hold on the kit so he’s supporting it's back and head.

“Uh…”

“Alright, nevermind. Just watch the kit for a little while until I finish up here and I’ll help you bring them back in a bit. Okay?”

“Fine.” Dew eyes the kit suspiciously but all it does is blink back up at him and coo. “I guess I’ll take it to the den for now.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a few hours. And be careful.”

Dew rolls his eyes.

“I’m serious. That’s a fire kit. Don’t let it near anything expensive or flammable.” Aether calls after him.

That gets Dew’s attention. He now notices the kit’s characteristic copper eyes and darker pigmentation around its limbs. Dew softens just slightly as he realizes. Now that he’s actually looking at the kit, he begrudgingly admits that it’s kinda cute. In a pudgy little gremlin way, but cute all the same.

“Huh.”

Dew takes the kit back to his room, a much more gentle journey than the one to the medical wing. He sets it on the bed, propping it up with some pillows.

“So now what?” He asks to no one in particular.

The kit answers. By beginning to wail at the top of its lungs.

“Ahh shit! No wait! Ahhh…” Dew winces as the kit kicks and screams. He lays his ears back, which helps some, but he needs to get this kit to stop screaming soon. “What’s wrong?” He asks as if the kit could answer. “Uh are you…” He gulps. “I swear to Satan.” He mutters as he lifts the kit up to sniff its diaper. “Thank Lucifer.” He sighs in relief. He is not changing any diapers today. Unfortunately, even one problem off the list, that doesn’t narrow it down much and the kit is still howling.

Dew catches sight of his guitar on its stand in the corner of the room. Music? They say that music soothes the savage beast. “Worth a shot.” He shrugs, crossing the room. He quickly dons his guitar and hits the power switch on his amp. He begins to strum out some major chords in an arpeggio. To his relief the kit’s cries lower in volume. He tries a different chord and the kit stops screaming all together, just sniffling now. The kit actually laughs when he launches in a solo.

He manages to entertain the kit like that for a while, playing song after song until the kit starts to yawn and rub its eyes.

“So now you’re tired.” Dew rolls his eyes with surprisingly little malice. “Let's get you to bed.”

He puts his guitar away and settles onto the bed. The kit crawls over and curls up next to him. Dew can’t help but protectively wrap his arms around it. It’s so small even next to his slight frame. The kit falls asleep almost immediately as Dew cuddles it. That’s how Aether finds them an hour later.

“What happened to, “I don’t babysit”.”

“Oh shut up.”

“Well I’m free now if you want me to take it back to the nursery.”

Dew shakes his head. “They’re still sleeping. I don’t want to wake them.”

Aether chuffs. “Okay. Text me when they wake up.”

Dew nods and shoos Aether out.

When the kit does wake, Aether leads Dew to the nursery. The ghoul attendant sighs in relief when they see the kit in Dew’s arms.

“Oh thank goodness. We’ve been looking everywhere for Ember.”

“Ember?” Dew looks down at the kit fondly. “Good fire ghoul name.” Dew reluctantly hands the kit over but looks somewhat lost.

Aether jumps in. “Dew did such a great job taking care of Ember. He found them in the hall and watched them all day. He even made sure they had their afternoon nap.”

“Thank you so much for taking care of them!” The attendant says. Catching Dew’s frown they add, “You’re welcome to stop in and see them again sometime.”

Dew can’t hide the way his face lights up.

On the way back to the den Aether affectionately bumps Dew’s shoulder.

“Changed your tune huh?”

“Fuck off. They’re cute alright?”

“I can’t wait to tell Swiss and Mount.”

“Don’t you dare!”

All the same, Dew voluntarily stayed home from the next grocery run, instead opting to visit his new friend instead.

#the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #fluff #ghoul kits #domestic december 2023 #lys writes

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