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magicalbats · 6 months ago

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Soft Edges (Harumasa x Reader)

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 3756

Warnings: afab!reader, chronic illness, piv, condoms, angst with porn

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Spring rains bring summer flowers, and the clawing death rattle at the end of the world.

The moisture in the air bothers his lungs.

You spend some time puttering around in his small kitchenette, preparing a herbal infused tea to help soothe the ache in his throat while he coughs and hacks incessantly in the other room. It makes the one bedroom apartment smell vaguely like an apothecary rather than a hospital bed.

That seems to come as a relief almost as much as the warm drink does when he sips on it, humming a low sound of appreciation before thanking you for the thoughtful gesture.

Sitting on the edge of the mattress with him, you study Harumasa for any signs of further deterioration in his condition. There were good days and there were bad days, and today was just unfortunate enough to be one of the latter. The hot tea and its medicinal properties seem to do him some good though. He doesn’t look like he’s in the process of actively dying on you, at least.

Noticing your lingering stare on him, he lifts his attention to peer over at you. “What? Is there something on my face?” His voice is still a bit raspy. Weak.

“It’s nothing.”

“Oh, come on. Tell me where it is so I can get it.” His unoccupied hand, the one not currently wrapped around the cup he’s got braced against his knee, comes up to swipe at the corner of his mouth, his cheek. But the knowing twinkle in his eye belies his sincerity and gives him away.

Laughing despite your best attempt not to, you reach out to gently tug his arm back down. “Stop that. You know I’m just worried about you. It’s not nice to tease me.”

“But I told you I’m fine, sweetheart. There’s nothing to worry about.” He assures you, his fingers snatching at yours before you can pull them out of his reach.

Successfully snagging them, he makes quick work of sliding his palm over yours and fitting the digits together like they were a perfectly aligned puzzle snapping into place.

And beyond the sterile sanctity of his apartment, the pelting rain buffets at the windows, an incessant staccato played to the tune of the howling wind.

His skin feels clammy, you notice, and you wonder if you should go get the space heater out of the closet in the hallway. It was almost summer in New Eridu but the rain had brought with it an unseasonable chill that had even made you opt for a hoodie before venturing outside. He was probably feeling it worse than you were.

“Haru - -“

“You don’t need to fret over me so much every time you come over,” He tells you gently, his thumb idly brushing over the back of your knuckles. “No matter how much you may want to be, you’re not actually a nurse you know. And for the better, really.”

“Why is that?” You ask, earning yourself a softly husking laugh from him.

“You’re way too cute, for starters. I’d never be able to control myself and I’d get into all sorts of trouble. Can you imagine your patient popping a hard on in the middle of you trying to help them get dressed? You’d hate it too, don’t lie.”

Rolling your eyes at that, you start to pull away but he holds fast to your hand. The way he snickers, low and quiet, like his lungs couldn’t take anything more than that, almost pulls at your heartstrings enough to distract you from his real angle. But at the same time it’s also an intimately familiar sound that you don’t associate with his illness at all, in so much as you could separate one from the other. He often laughed like that when he was in the process of turning your own body utterly against you.

Warming at the thought, you shoot him a halfhearted look of warning. “I guess it’s a good thing you’re not incapable of dressing yourself then.”

“Mm, perhaps. But I’m afraid that’s not gonna’ stop me from getting a hard on though.”

He throws you a playful wink to go with it and you draw a quick breath to chide him for not taking his health more seriously, for always downplaying his own mysterious maladies. But the words catch in your throat when he suddenly tugs your captured hand across his lap.

Right into the center is where he presses it, making sure you feel the stirring outline of him through his cozy pajama bottoms. That he’d managed to change into them at all before knocking out under the medicated lull of myriad sleep aids and nervous system suppressing narcotics the night before was likely a small miracle. Sometimes the looming possibility of Harumasa needing help with basic everyday functions like dressing himself did not seem like such a far off what-if.

It was not yet that day though and he was still in control of his body, at least for the time being.

Lifting your gaze, you find his eyes underneath the attractively tousled fringe of his bangs where it was slipping forward without the usual headband in place to keep his hair back. He’s smiling at you, a barely there upward curl of his mouth that almost reads of fatigue rather than sly intent. The ghostly suggestion of tension lines on his otherwise blemish free face further solidifies that impression.

But the way he looks at you speaks volumes, loudly conveying the message of the young man he might have been if he were not so plagued by ill health. He was sickly, yes. There was no getting around that uncomfortable truth no matter how much he tried to write off the severity of it.

Yet he was by all accounts in the prime of his life, or he should have been anyway. Just a headstrong twenty something with the libido to match. He wanted to live, to experience. You could certainly give him that.

“Are you sure?” At his nod, you carefully adjust your hand to close your fingers around the slowly stiffening length of him. He breathes a quiet sigh when you squeeze it through the thin layer of his bottoms. Keen and perfectly eager, but as always you were wary about going into it too hard and too fast. Especially after that coughing fit he had earlier …

“Don’t make that face,” He murmurs. Stretching his arm out to the side, he sets the nearly empty cup on the bedside table right next to the menagerie of prescription pill bottles left out in disarray. “You’re not going to break me or kill me. Promise. I said I’m fine, didn’t I?”

You think the two of you must have drastically different ideas of what it means to be fine but you don’t say that to him or push the topic any further than that. For his sake as much as for your own.

And when Harumasa reaches for you, pulling you in against him, you willingly relent and sink happily into the familiar warmth of his lean, athletic frame. He feels sturdy enough that you don’t let your mind linger on it any longer than necessary and instead give yourself over to the searing kiss he presses into your mouth. You trust him to know his own limits, to recognize when something was actually wrong versus when he was just going through a bad flare up or having a shitty day. If he was feeling well enough to initiate this then you were happy to oblige.

Which was the real crux of it, wasn’t it? The problem with a casual hookup turned long term relationship through some inexplicable means that you still weren’t entirely clear on even to this very day. What should have been a one time exchange somehow became months spent together, and now these sorts of physical exchanges were one of the rare comforts you still had that everything was going to be okay. Somehow, someway, it would all work out in the end.

Because he certainly doesn’t seem frail and prone to illness when he bodily hauls you up further onto the bed so he can toss you down next to him with an expert flip. Your weight bounces against the mattress once from the momentum and then he’s on top of you, pinning you in place underneath him. The Harumasa you’d met that very first night and the one you make herbal tea for to soothe his throat were sometimes difficult to reconcile in your mind. But there was no mistaking that they were indeed one and the same in moments like this.

Leaning over you, his mouth meets yours in a slow motion crash, hungry and eager to taste, eliciting a low moan of wanting from you. Kissing him back, you lift your arms to twine them around his neck while his hands slip under your hoodie to feel along your front. The shirt underneath is quickly rucked up to give him access to your chest where he hooks his fingers into the band of your bra, inching it down while his tongue tangles with yours.

You gladly arch into his touch and your tits slip free to brush against the interior of your sweatshirt unimpeded. The sensation makes you full on shudder. Tearing your mouth away from his, you loose a quaking exhale into the still apartment which he responds to with a soft groan. The sound makes your socked toes curl as he shoves a hard kiss into the soft swell of your cheek, your jaw, then your neck.

Unable to go any further past the bulk of the hood gathered around your throat, Harumasa pushes back just enough to give himself room to work. Grabbing the hem and shoving it up to bunch under your chin, he quickly brings his hands back down to slip them into your stretchy leggings next. Your achingly stiff nipples strain in the open air now, making the growing knot in your lower stomach tighten even more.

A new buzzing thrum of anticipation runs through you as you lift your hips up off the bed, allowing him the space needed to yank them down your legs. They’re immediately discarded as soon as he’s got them off, carelessly tossed to the floor before he crawls back up to cover your body with his again.

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmurs, lowering himself to his elbows so he can fully cage you in. His mouth finds its way to yours as if pulled by some invisible string and you drag your hands down his lithe frame while you exchange another heated kiss.

Sliding underneath the rumpled back of his long sleeved shirt, your fingers quickly locate the top band of his pants and tug. The two of you are pressed too tight together in a tangle of limbs, slowly grinding against one another, for you to pull them more than half of the way down. That’s decidedly fine though, and you take to gently kneading over the exposed strip of his ass with encouraging squeezes that just make him press into you even harder.

The outline of his cock is rigid and unrelenting where it digs against you, moulding your panties to the shape of your labia. You’re eager for the friction of his cock moving inside you, flesh sliding against warm, sticky flesh, and you can tell he is too. Yet he doesn’t rush it and instead takes his time savoringly rolling his hips as if to drag it out and make it last just that little bit longer.

Or, an unhelpful voice in the back of your mind suggests, maybe this slow tempoed pace is all he can handle right now.

That chilling thought curbs any impulse you might have to speed things up and take your pleasure from him, allowing Harumasa to set the pace while you simply follow his lead. The first night you’d met after a brief exchange of text messages you’d wrestled with him for dominance in this very bed to see who would come out on top. Now, however, you’re pliant and perfectly in tune with the signals of his body, lessening the demanding pressure of your hands when his breath starts to become a bit too labored.

Groaning a shuddering noise of appreciation, he nudges himself down to your chest where he covers one pert nipple with his mouth. A roughly calloused palm comes up to grab and pinch at the other while he suckles your teat to aching attention, using his lips and his tongue to lave at the bud. His pulse soon seems to even out again and the shallow contractions of his chest become not quite so dramatic. Still, you worry about him.

“You should switch me spots, Haru.” You tell him gently as you thread your fingers through his soft, silken hair, cradling him to your breast. “Let me be on top this time.”

Harumasa comes up off your tit to shoot you an overly confident smirk, one you’re not quite sure he can back up right now. But you don’t protest or tell him to stop when he reaches between you to fist at his pants, shoving them down in the front to let his cock spring loose. “That won’t be necessary. Really, I had no idea I was dating such a mother hen. I’m not made of glass, babe.”

A mournful chord curls through you, dousing the knotted heat in your stomach by some small margin.

At the same time the rain picks up outside as if mirroring the tumultuous rising current of emotion in your chest. It smacks at the windows so hard they begin to rattle in their frames, thunder booming loudly somewhere in the not far off distance. The storm was getting worse. You hope the electricity doesn’t go out.

“I know you’re not.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.” Keeping his tone light and playful, Harumasa stretches over you to pull open the bedside table drawer. A condom is quickly located and pulled out, the foil wrapper crinkling lightly when he starts to rip it open. “Even if I was on my deathbed I think I could still make you scream. I wouldn’t underestimate me if I were you.”

“Please don’t joke like that.” You snip back at him, not finding it even remotely funny. But he just laughs another low snickering sound as rolls the flesh colored rubber over his stiff cock almost down to the base. Feeling a mild pang of remorse, you draw a careful breath and say much more gently, “You don’t have to wear those if you don’t want to, Haru. I told you I’m taking birth control.”

Humming a quiet sound, he gives himself a brief pump of his hand over the latex before settling between your legs once again, his hips nudging close to line up with yours. “Don’t worry about it. This is just fine.”

You’re not so sure you believe that. But for as long as you've known him he’s always been adamant about using protection and you don’t understand his reasons enough to really argue against it. He’d said once he just didn’t want to take any risks or run the chance of leaving you worse off than when you’d met him. You hadn’t been sure what to make of that then and you still don’t know what to make of it now.

There were a great many things about Harumasa that remained a mystery to you though, like what exactly was wrong with him, what his diagnosis was. No matter how you posed the question he was never outright or forthcoming about that either. And while it bothered you sometimes, undeniably so, you’d found that your feelings for him were much too tender for you to push him on such topics. He’d tell you when and if he was ever ready.

So you reach up and take him into your arms, pulling him against your chest while he tugs your panties to the side with his thumb. His mouth angles towards yours on a steady, unfaltering trajectory and he kisses you deeply, sinking into you with a stilted sigh of relief.

The weight of his body coming to rest on top of you prods the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing in on clinging, sticky viscous arousal. You’re keenly aware of the heat of him even through the barrier of the condom and you issue a faint moan against his lips as your legs come up to lock around his waist. The careful squeeze you give him has Harumasa sinking inside you, slowly stretching your inner sleeve to the now familiar shape and size of him.

Another teeth rattling peel of thunder sounds right overhead, as if the very center of the storm was hovering directly above the building. Perhaps it was watching the scene play out, its destructive energy growing and cresting in time with your pleasure while the two of you move in tandem with each other. Or maybe it had taken offense to the measly little ants getting it on first thing in the morning instead of bowing down and cowering in the face of its mighty wrath.

Or maybe — just maybe, it was trying to warn you. One of you, both of you. You or him. It was impossible to say when the notion itself was so ludicrous but you can’t quite shake the feeling of existential uncertainty that sits like a lead weight in your gut now.

It feels good having him thrust inside of you, just like you’d known it would. If you were only a bit more naive, in fact, you might have almost thought Harumasa had been made for you, and you him, given the way he seems to rub against every single pleasure inducing nerve ending along the way. You can’t help but grow wetter for him, tightening for him when your muscles eagerly clench down on the steel of his galvanized length. And you freely moan into his mouth where he’s still kissing you between soft rattling groans but …

Why was he so dead set on using condoms even at this casually crucial junction of the relationship, after all these months spent together in sickness and in health? Did he not trust you? Did he think you were lying about the birth control and he simply wanted to avoid being stuck with you indefinitely?

Or — could it actually be that the problem lies with him, resting squarely on his shoulders rather than yours? Did he fear what taking that final step would mean, what the end result of it might manifest when he was always prone to bad bouts of illness?

Was the looming possibility of the existential end really so close that he needed to worry about such things?

This was no way for a twenty something to live, and you cling to him all the more fervently for it, desperately clutching him to you like a lifeline. You wanted to save him but you don’t know how, so you open your body to him instead. Shelter, comfort and peace; the safe haven of flesh and blood, and heated breaths swapped back and forth between two locked mouths.

And Harumasa gladly loses himself in you as if in chasing his release he could also escape the cold, bony fingers that hover just out of reach behind him. His flexing hips quicken, smacking into you with abandon now, and he sobs a frantic moan that you greedily swallow, taking it into yourself before feeding it back to him.

His skin is so clammy under your hands. Like even the flush of arousal couldn’t completely disperse the chill that’s taken up root in him, and your heart skips a harrowing beat when his labored breaths suddenly turn thick with choking little gasps. His chest positively heaves against yours as your hands fly up to take his cheeks between your palms, carefully pushing him back just enough to look into his face.

Expression wretched, Harumasa whimpers a low sound as if in apology while his pace slows to a weak crawl, almost a total standstill. He doesn’t completely stop fucking into you though, his cock stiffly nudging through your slick inner sleeve at such a stilted, uneven rhythm you know finishing like this will be impossible for you. But that doesn’t really matter now. It’s the very least of your concerns as you softly shush him, cooing gentle reassurances that make him screw his eyes shut as if he were in pain.

He barely manages to reach his peak before the coughing takes hold of him again. It doubles him over and makes him collapse on top of you where he proceeds to shove his face into the pillow next to your head. You’re only distantly aware of his cock flexing within you and filling the tip of the condom with impotent seed, the vast majority of your attention fixed on the way he hacks and wheezes through the fit that assails him. It bows his spine into a dramatic, worrying hunch which you gently try to smooth out with your hand. It’s no use though. He can’t seem to get it under control.

“Harumasa, let me help you.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He croaks, very clearly not fine.

Sucking in a sharp, clawing breath that seems to rip his throat on the way down, he slowly manages to rouse himself enough to pull out and roll off of you. You’re quick to follow him though, pushing up to your elbow so you can look down at him while your hand continues to ineffectively rub over his shuddering back. He sounds like he’s going to cough out a lung. The thought of calling for an ambulance momentarily crosses your mind but you know how he feels about the hospital. Only if it’s an actual emergency, he’d once told you.

But how the hell were you supposed to know when that line had been crossed?

Unsure what else to do, you lean further over him so you can reach down and carefully help him take the used condom off. It’s a difficult task in this position, when he’s half curled over on his side like this, still struggling to get his breathing under control, but you manage, somehow. Just like with everything else, you try to make it work.

And outside the unsympathetic storm rages on.

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Crossposted: here

#zenless zone zero #harumasa asaba #harumasa x reader #self insert bullshit

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jeeblie · 8 months ago

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"You are like, the softest cutest thing right now, idk where you got your idea about being big and bad-"

Still scratching the back of his fuzzy neck, the puttering in his chest is the loudest its been, and you can see him struggling to get his wits back.

You can't help but laugh.

"Literal kitten." You grin, "Technokitty."

He frowns at you, with his big boar face, and fuzzy eyebrows, and scar marred skin. His tusks are way longer then when he's human, and without much thought you switch from scratching the back of his neck, to grabbing both his tusks in your hand.

His eyes are intense, absorbing your every move with the dialated look of a wolf that found prey.

"Kittens can't break arms." He murmurs, hands sliding up the bed to circle around the joint of your elbow.

His hands were bigger then before, engulfing your biceps and halting all arm movement.

He lightly squeezes your elbow and it forces you to release your grip of his tusks.

"But kittens do go limp when someone grabs their scruff." You try to say confidently in reference to just moments before where Techno was limp with your touch, but his eye contact is incredibly intense and leaves you feeling skittish.

He puffs a hot rush of laughter at you, chin still perched against your chest, large ribcage still pinning your abdomen to the bed, hips still slotted between yours, and tail lazily waving like a flag.

Still completely flattening you to the bed.

You're suddenly more aware of the position you're in.

He doesn't say anything after his puff of laughter, but there's a clear idea in his head as he releases one of your arms, hand quick to slid up under your neck to palm at the base, fingers sliding up into your hair from the roots-

His hand tightens, a gentle but firm pressure that pulls your head upward, exposing your neck.

He scruffed you. By the neck.

As if to say, 'Who's really the kitten?'

A chittering noise in your throat bubbles up, and with your one free arm, you drop your hand onto his snout-

You felt embarrassed- you could feel the heat rushing to your face and his all consuming gods damned eyeballs wouldn't stop being deadlocked onto you

"Alright buster-" you thrash yourself, trying to fight back, "You need to learn your lesson."

You shove his snout off you, wriggling to get out from under him, and you can feel the laughter in his chest.

The hand behind your neck releases, like he can sense your fluster and knows to give you your space.

He's shifting back, human features quick to align themselves into a prideful and amused facial expression. Too cocky.

The urge to knock him down a peg or two is strong.

He relents, anchoring himself up off of you with a snarky laugh.

He won whatever this was- and out of spite, as soon as he was sitting on the side of the bed with both feet against the floor, you bumped your forehead against his arm and nipped at him.

Nothing painful, no force behind your jaw, but a clear drag of your sharper teeth against skin, ending with a pinch and release.

His eyes flick in your direction, and you're immediately filled with a giddy fear- the kind of fear that you get when you're playing tag and the chaser is right behind you as you run.

Your fight or flight flickers to life and it screams RUN.

You fucking flounder off the bed, squealing as you attempt to run by, dropping to the floor.

That lasted all of two seconds as Techno snatches you up before you even make contact. Before you can even get to your feet and start to flee.

His grin is downright evil, hauling your body up into the air, rising to his feet to really increase how much you were dangling.

One hand was against your back, fisting the fabric of your shirt and pulling you into reach of his other arm, which hooks around your ribcage and presses your back to his chest.

"Alright- okay- I show mercy and you pick another fight- I see how this is-" he grits, evil.

You're laughing so hard, flailing in an attempt to be released, but with how hard you're laughing your attempts are downright pitiful.

"Alright- where should I bite as payback- huh?" He huffs, glowering down at you as you grin in pure glee and giddy fear.

"NOoO-" you laugh, all attempts at coming up with an actual argument reduced to a single word.

"Forearm?" He says, using his free hand to grab your arm, forceably pulling it to his face, and you feel him press his closed teeth to the skin.

"NoOooo-" you whine- tugging your arm out of his hold and grabbing his wrist to try to keep him from further manhandling you.

"Shoulder?" He says, curling around you to press his closed teeth to the fabric of your shirt. You still feel his tusks through the fabric.

"TEchnoooo-" you shimmy, looking down at the floor in hopes that the arm keeping you held against him loosens enough for you to drop and run.

"Neck?" He says.

His voice drops to the most serious it could sound, and you genuinly can't tell if it's a part of the bit or if he's actually serious, but the next moment you feel his closed teeth gently resting against the outer layer of skin on your neck and you freeze.

Hot breath pans all across your neck, sending goosebumps scuttling across you.

No bite. Just a threat. Skin untouched other then the teeth resting against it.

You could feel his grin, feel as it started to drop into something more serious.

Hear as he took in an unsteady breath.

Hear his chest gently come to life with a deep rumble.

Before you could say anything, he nipped you, just as gently as you did, only his tusks dug at you, not breaking skin, but dragging in a way that almost hurt.

You audibly 'meeped'. Going limp in his hold and Techno proceeded to set you on your feet and peel himself off you.

When you turn around to look at him (your eyes all wide with how flustered you were) he's already laying on the bed, back facing you and curled into a ball.

"You win- scram nerd-" he says- refusing to look at you. Like he just embarrassed himself. You catch sight of his ears, flushed completely red.

You imagine you aren't too far off from the same.

#swallow your affections #technoblade #swallowyouraffection #SYA

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melanieph321 · 1 year ago

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Just anything Josko

He seems so sweet and shy in public but I bet he’s super protective

Ofc ❤️

Joško Gvardiol x Reader - Tell Me I'm Yours

Enjoy!

You woke up alone, which was pretty sad. You told Joško to drop you off at your apartment after your date last night. However, he convinced you to stay with him. For the sex, you suspected.

You took a shower and got dress as the morning unfolded. After making yourself a nice little breakfast you really thought about going home. You had chores of your own that need to be done, and puttering around in some guy's apparment didn't exactly give you ahead start. However, Joško seemed so serious when he said, "I'll be back after training, please don't leave."

You really liked him, maybe even loved him. However, he had never made any indications that you were his girlfriend, nor had you been introduced to any of his friends. And now all of a sudden he felt the need to keep you locked up in his apartment.

"Fuck that." You thought. This life, this behavior, it could only mean two things. Either Joško had no experience on how to treat and keep a girl, or you were simply the side piece that he kept while running home to his real girlfriend every day.

"Fuck that."

You gathered your things and left the apparment.

A big mistake.

It was around eight o'clock in the evening when a loud knock rattled your door.

"Who is it?" You shouted.

No answer, just a repetition of the loud knocks.

"I have a knife!" You threatened. But what could a short girl with a knife do? Stab the intruder in the knee?

It took you alot of courage to open the door, a gasp escaping your mouth as you did. "Joško?"

He stood clenching his jaw, eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed. "You left." He groand.

"I...I did."

"I told you not to leave."

"I'm sorry Joško, but I was not gonna...."

"You promised not to leave."

You let out a shriek as Joško threw you over his shoulder, closing the door behind you.

"Joško, put me down." You laughed. You had no idea where the laughter came from as it was a very stressful situation.

Joško carried you through your apartment towards the living room, where he lay you down on the couch. The look on his face changed, his expression faltering. Leaving him might truly have hurt his feelings. He was still wearing his training attire, and you imagined the look on his face when he arrived back to his apartment only to find it empty and abandoned by you.

"What must I do to keep you?" Joško said, lowering himself to kiss your neck.

"Tell me I'm yours." You whimpered.

"You're mine, of course you're mine Y/N." He had begun rushing things now, skipping the foreplay, going straight to pulll down your pants and his.

"Tell me I'm the only one."

"You're the only one Y/N, why do you think I wanted to keep you with me?"

"Why?" You asked, your voice in your throat as Joško aligned himself with your entrance, easing into you in case you weren't completely ready for him. You were however. You were ready and eager to have him inside of you.

"Fuck Joško."

He laughed against your skin. "You like that?"

"Yes." You moaned.

"Me too, you feel so good baby, so tight."

He thrusted in and out of you while cradling your body, raising his head with every jerk, as if to check on you.

"You never answered my question." You said, as his urge for your body blew over, and the previously rough kisses turned into sweet pecks to your cheeks.

"What question?" Joško frowned.

"Why did you want to keep me at your apartment all day?"

He pushed off the cuchens to meet your eyes. His gaze is gentle, almost loving. At that moment, you realized that perhaps you were the only one.

"The first and last thing I see." He muttered.

"Come again?" Now was really not the time for riddles.

Joško smiled, a rare smile that perhaps was only meant for your eyes and your eyes only. "I want you to be the first person I see when I wake up in the morning and the last person I see before I go to bed in the evening. That's why I wanted to keep you in my apartment baby. Because I love you and need you."

Your hand ran through his hair, coming to a rest at the nape of his neck. You pulled him down to meet your lips, kissing him until you felt the rest of him come alive again. "I need you too." You whispered. "I need you now and forever."

#josko gvardiol #fanfiction #football imagine #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #man city #football angst #manchester city #josko gvardiol x reader

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mohairmaster · 11 months ago

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Song: Woolly Girl at Heart For @anderii

(Verse 1) Everybody ought to have a friend, Everybody ought to have a woolly blend, A cozy, fluffy spirit, To brighten up the day,

(Chorus) Oh, oh, wouldn’t she be charming, Knitting up the morning, Soft as a dream, Oh, oh, wouldn’t she be lovely, Spinning yarns, Living free!

(Verse 2) Everybody ought to have some cheer, A giggling, snuggly buddy near, To dance around the room, With joy that’s hard to hide,

(Chorus) Oh, oh, wouldn’t she be shining, Wooly hugs aligning, Warm as a sun, Oh, oh, wouldn’t she be playful, Crafting smiles, Just for fun!

(Bridge) Fluttering through the meadows, Spreading joy wherever, Whirling with the breeze, Knitting up a treasure, Puttering all around the heart!

(Chorus) Oh, oh, wouldn’t she be dazzling, Crafting life with magic, Brightening nights, Oh, oh, wouldn’t she be splendid, Woolly dreams, Taking flight!

(Outro) Everybody ought to have a friend, With fluffy thoughts that never end, A woolly girl at heart, Creating love from start!

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mooosicaldreamz · 1 month ago

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what (golf) putter do you use and why do you like it

i have a taylormade spider. i mostly use it because it was a hand-me-down from my father-in-law, but i prefer a mallet putter versus a blade due to how it feels with the weight of the swing. i like the alignment line on its head too. also i like how it looks which is my own aesthetic thing.

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cod-with-boobs · 2 years ago

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Okay, so I’ve been thinking about the ways in which Aziraphale and Crowley reflect/contrast each other, especially in terms of their outward presentation.

Crowley’s look, Crowley’s style, is constantly shifting with the times. He’s always fashionable, he’s always of the moment, and he’s always changing.

Aziraphale is seemingly the opposite. He has worn like a total of 3 different outfits since the 1790s. He likes the way things are and he does not like change.

Because of this, it’s easy to assume that Crowley is mercurial while Aziraphale is the rock of the dynamic, but I think it’s the other way around.

Crowley has known from very early on that he is a “demon who follows hell as far as he can”, and made peace with that. For appearances, doing outward good is something he tries to avoid, but for him hell has always been a job, and not an alignment. So while outwardly it would appear that Crowley’s appearance changes constantly because of internal instability, the fact that he is able to change so often and with such little indecision is moreso indicative of his strong sense of self.

Aziraphale on the other hand, is presented as someone who experiences a lot of inner conflict. While heaven is undoubtedly a job to Aziraphale too(with the Arrangement showing that much of the work he does for heaven is just that, work), it is also an alignment to him. He has a very clear cognitive dissonance where he does genuinely believe that heaven is the side of the good guys, while witnessing firsthand the corruption it’s capable of. He has his own developed sense of morality, one that accommodates shades of grey and the complexities of existence, but he also has heaven’s sense of morality, which is, as Crowley points out, very black and white. He often charges into situations fully confident that there is an objective Right answer, and that Right answer is the one that aligns most closely with heaven’s mission statement. He spends much of his time justifying and believing in heaven while directly counteracting its goals with his actions. He becomes visibly troubled whenever he is forced to acknowledge the fact that goodness as he knows it contradicts goodness as heaven defines it, so he spends as little time acknowledging it as possible. As he spends more time on Earth and more time with Crowley, he finds himself increasingly pulled between two deeply significant core characteristics, his loyalty to heaven and his own sense of right and wrong. He doesn’t know where he stands. He hasn’t known where he’s stood since he gave Adam a flaming sword at the gate of Eden. So, to combat how confusing and tumultuous and distressing his thoughts are, he entrenches himself in familiar behaviors and routines, convincing himself that if everything stays the same, then he’ll never have to pick a side, fully abandoning either the comfort he has carved out on earth, or the simple, severe, orderly views on right and wrong heaven has instilled in him. Through all of the many layers of denial, Aziraphale is deeply aware that his two belief systems cannot coexist, and that at some point, one will win out over the other. But for now, for the past 6000 odd years, it has been enough to follow orders, love humanity and the world quietly enough as to not draw heavenly scrutiny, and wear the same outfits, drink the same tea, putter around the same bookshop with the same old friend who works for hell. Maybe if he continues with these rituals forever, then he can will things not to change. Aziraphale is terrified of change within himself, so he makes sure to minimize the change around him, because that is something he can control.

Whether intentionally or not, Crowley often forces Aziraphale to take responsibility for his decisions. For Aziraphale, living like Crowley means accepting that he is no longer strictly operating by heaven’s rule book, and that is not always a truth Aziraphale is prepared to handle, hence “you go too fast for me Crowley”.

TL;DR: Crowley = fast moving, outwardly changing, but inwardly steady. Aziraphale = attached to habit, outwardly predictable, but inwardly unsteady.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziraphale is such a rich character #as is crowley #I love them both #studying them like bugs #i really cannot wait for season 3 to resolve aziraphale’s conflicted feelings about heaven

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Hi doll! I’m sending you these asks now for your 20 yr tomorrow.

Happy 20 Years Dawn! That’s so exciting! 💕You ready for some questions, because I wanna know so much.

1. What is your favorite story you’ve written? (It doesn’t have to be completed or even posted, just one that stands out for you.)

2. Do you have any projects coming up for this next year that you’re excited about?

3. Would you rather become a famous writer, being able to make money for doing something you love, or keep writing as a hobby for the rest of your life, but still really enjoying it?

4. What made you start writing in the first place?

5. Do anybody in your life outside of tumblr/fanfiction/ao3 know you write? What was their response/how do they feel about it now?

6. Is there anything you’d like to learn? (Could be a hobby, a new technique in your writing, a skill for work, improvement for something you already do,etc.)

7. What is something most people don’t know about you?

8. If you could write one paragraph (3-5 sentences) to describe your life, your experiences, your personality, who you are, what would it say?

9. Any advice for people who write/create, new beginners or experienced ones?

10. What is a goal you wish to accomplish this next year in regard to writing?

Well hi @heynikkiyousofine! Here goes!

1. What is your favorite story you’ve written? (It doesn’t have to be completed or even posted, just one that stands out for you.)

I think it's a toss up between To Sleep Perchance to Dream, How Does Your Garden Grow, and Given. They're all pretty different, but they all try to characterize our favorite idiots as close to canon as I could get them.

2. Do you have any projects coming up for this next year that you’re excited about?

I'm always tinkering, puttering, procrastinating. I'm excited to finish up Garden, which will hopefully be sooner rather than later. And Possibly Your Lying Smile, if the stars align properly. And of course, always excited for @inuparentsday in January!

3. Would you rather become a famous writer, being able to make money for doing something you love, or keep writing as a hobby for the rest of your life, but still really enjoying it?

That's a hard one. If I could still love it as much as I do and make money from it? I think that's a no brainer. But obviously the reality is a lot different. Writing doesn't pay the bills, especially not right away. So I can dream about it, but I think it will always just be a hobby, and that's ok.

4. What made you start writing in the first place?

I used to write silly stuff as a kid. Like 10/12 years old. I always wanted more story than what I read. So I made more. I started fanfiction in college though. I was inspired, was often alone, and had the free time between classes and while working overnights in my dorm.

5. Do anybody in your life outside of tumblr/fanfiction/ao3 know you write? What was their response/how do they feel about it now?

Just a neighbor friend, and now my best friend. Obviously Mister does too. My neighbor is an editor, so I asked for her help with the chapter Fundamental from Bushel and a Peck. I wanted an outside perspective and she was willing to help. My best friend I just recently told and she was very happy for me. She was amazed that I'd kept it secret for so long, but also impressed that I had done something for so long.

Mister is... He's not always that supportive. But it is what it is.

6. Is there anything you’d like to learn? (Could be a hobby, a new technique in your writing, a skill for work, improvement for something you already do, etc.)

I always dream about being able to do art. I can admit that I just don't have the patience to keep at it. I'm one of those people that doesn't stick with something if I think I suck at it. I do dabble with handwriting/hand lettering stuff and would like to work on it more.

7. What is something most people don’t know about you?

Uh.... Hell... lol I've mentioned it before, but maybe not recently. I am a swing dancer. Mainly Lindy Hop. I haven't gone as much recently with kids and COVID, but at one time I danced 4-6 nights a week. I was an instructor in my old city for years.

8. If you could write one paragraph (3-5 sentences) to describe your life, your experiences, your personality, who you are, what would it say?

I suppose I would say that I am someone who tries to take care of others, sometimes to the detriment of myself. It has been my mode of operation for most of my life. Writing is one way in which I am able to do something that is ultimately for me. (Though I share it with you all because I can and you're so kind about it!)

9. Any advice for people who write/create, new beginners or experienced ones?

Mostly that you should enjoy it. It was something we often said about dancing (as a hobby): Once it's not fun anymore, it becomes Work™. Don't make your hobby Work™. You are not obligated to anyone to create something in a certain way, in a certain timeframe, or even at all. If you choose to post your work, do it when you're ready to, not because someone is making demands of you.

10. What is a goal you wish to accomplish this next year in regard to writing?

Finishing WIPs where I can manage it. And moving older stuff from FFnet to AO3 after editing and modifying as needed.

#dawnrider fanfiction #20 year anniversary #AMA #ask me anything #writing advice

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Have you watched the Hammer films?

Sadly no. Not even the coolest Dracula actors (Draculactors) have been enough to get me to hold still long enough to watch the classics. Not just for the sake of my nitpicking bookworm sensibilities, but because I am a notorious repeat offender when it comes to my ‘To Watch’ list. I haven’t even gotten through all the original Universal monster classics yet :c

The stars have to align just right to keep me from Doing A Task while watching a new movie, or else I won’t pay attention…which frustrates me, because I hate narrowing my focus down to Just Watch/Listen/Read This, since my brain is rigged into thinking it’s a waste of time. It’s why I usually need a trip to the theater to actually make me sit through a whole new film because The Task is Watching the Movie

Book snob or not, I do still want to see all the Hammers and Universals etc, it’s just a matter of me chokeholding myself into letting it happen rather than switching to an old favorite so I can putter around with a project at the same time :/

#me: I want to finally see this movie!#also me: Fool. Rube. And waste precious time and attention on a new experience? You will play The Autopsy of Jane Doe while crafting for #the 1642346th time and like it.

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macrogolf12 · 5 months ago

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Get a step by step approach on how to have a perfect straight back straight through putting from Macro Golf's square stroke golf putting system. For for information visit: https://www.macrogolf.com/square-stroke-putting-system/ .

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thegratefulgolfer · 1 year ago

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Using Lines To Aim While Putting

Pursuant to yesterdays article, I placed lines on my golf balls and practiced in my basement to evaluate if this technique matches the hype. I drew three sets of lines and tried each with 10 putts to a distance of six feet. I chose this distance because it facilitated a controlled putting stroke with the intent of hitting the ball square. I have several findings I thing worth mentioning because…

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katgametable · 1 month ago

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OX Guild Season 3: The Orbpocalypse Saga Episode 3: Escaped Crusaders

Written 13 May 2025, shortly after relistening, having watched and listened previously.

On the bottom floor of Alcataz, the orb now has its shard in it. It repeats the same thing, emitting glowing motes, revealing another shard, this one in a room full of treasure, pulling out to a throne room, to an abandoned temple surrounded by shanties, surrounded by an enormous jungle they recognise as The Tangle. Corazon deduces that this is the court of the Thief Queen, which he’d thought was a myth. If there ever was a Thief Queen, there isn’t one any more. They discuss this climbing back up to the top of the prison, and Egbert casts Cure Wounds on Dob.

As they reach the top, there’s no airship currently tethered, but there is one circling. Dob fires a flare gun, but accidentally destroys the airship. The airship drops to the edge of the island, which is choked with thorny vines, and a boat from the mainland aims for it. They retrieve Dob and Merilwen’s gear, use all their rope to make a zipline, and slide down. Egbert, Prudence and Merilwen manage to hurt themselves in the process.

Corazon approaches the guards from the boat and claims to be the balloon reclamation unit, but the guards accuse him of running a scam. Prudence loses patience, casts Eldritch Blast to knock down two of them, and Corazon takes out the third. They claim the boat, Corazon retrieving a propellor and wood-fired motor to power the boat. Dob casts Sleep on the guards and they push out.

Egbert’s seal has managed to find his way back to them, and they putter off to the Tangle and down the river. This takes several days. They reach a point where it’s hard to keep the boat going, but Prudence has worked out how to get the map out of the orb, and it’s just half a day’s hike from where they’ve ended up, so they disembark, over-taxing the motor in the process.

It’s not the most pleasant hike, but they reach the Court of the Thief Queen, and the shanty town is indeed occupied with pirates calling to each other in Thieves’ Cant. Corazon talks to one of the locals and learns the Thief Queen appeared not too long ago. Corazon asks how they can get to see the Thief Queen, but learns they’ll have to pay a tithe, and if they impress the Thief Queen enough, she’ll summon them. So they head for the Tithe Office, while discussing how to impress the Thief Queen so they can get to the treasury where the shard is.

The thief at the Tithe Office explains the system, but also notes they have no qualms about tithe evasion. Corazon, Dob and Egbert get out of their tithes; Prudence pays hers, and Merilwen takes from the boys’ shares to pay most of hers. Corazon insists they get conditioner, while they consider stealing from the Thief Queen – but as they leave the conditioner store, armed guards arrive to escort them to the Thief Queen.

Notes from pre-show podcast commentary: Jane wants to tell Andy how breakfast choices reveal DnD alignment. Because she found a Buzzfeed quiz. Andy predicts he’s Chaotic Neutral, but Buzzfeed says he’s Lawful Neutral. Andy accuses Buzzfeed of being very hipster.

Notes from post-show podcast commentary: Jane notes there’s a lot of voyaging this episode. From Alcataz to the Tangle is quite a distance. Andy is annoyed Dob destroyed the airship; he’d wanted to fly it. He also goes into wig maintenance. They giggle over the really bad ziplining, coming straight off easily defeating a powerful necromancer. They tease upcoming videos and the London MCM live show.

No Hela, I guess she vanished at some point. The zipline was hilarious. Dob spent at least half of the episode trying to convince everyone that everything happening was according to plan, even when it really wasn’t, which was quite amusing. I’m also enjoying that Geth is feeling more like a world, rather than a load of towns all over the place – because structuring the world was something Johnny didn’t do until Orbpocalypse. I like the idea of there being just a massive jungle. And the legend of the Thief Queen has such great potential.

I remember pretty much exactly what happens next, so I’ll kinda have to leave it there. There’s good stuff in this one.

#Oxventure #Oxventurer's Guild #The Orbpocalypse Saga #TTRPG #Dungeons and Dragons #DnD

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The Fundamentals of Golf Putting: Key Techniques for Accuracy by Golf Buffs like Catherine Finigan

Putting is one of the most crucial aspects of golf, determining a player's ability to finish strong on the green. While driving and approach shots set up scoring opportunities, putting ultimately secures the final result. Developing a reliable putting technique requires precision, consistency, and an understanding of key fundamentals.

A successful putt is not just about striking the ball—it involves reading the green, controlling speed, and maintaining a steady stroke. Golfers who refine their putting skills improve their overall game and lower their scores. By focusing on proper technique and mental discipline, players can achieve greater accuracy and confidence on the greens.

Golf buffs like Catherine Finigan mention that mastering putting takes practice and attention to detail. Factors such as grip, stance, and follow-through all contribute to an effective stroke. Understanding these elements allows golfers to develop a putting routine that enhances their performance. With dedication and the right approach, players can turn putting into a strength rather than a challenge.

Establishing the Right Putting Grip

A solid grip provides control and stability, ensuring a smooth and consistent putting stroke. Golfers should experiment with different grips to find what feels most natural and effective. The key is to maintain light pressure, allowing the hands to work together in a fluid motion.

Golf enthusiasts such as Catherine Finigan and Jeffrey Verbance convey that the traditional grip is one of the most widely used techniques, where both hands remain parallel, with the lead hand guiding the stroke. This method promotes stability and minimizes wrist movement. Many professionals rely on this grip for its simplicity and control.

Other options include the cross-handed and claw grips. A cross-handed grip places the lead hand below the trail hand, reducing unwanted wrist action. The claw grip, where the trail hand grips the putter lightly, enhances stability. Each golfer should choose a grip that best supports their stroke consistency.

Perfecting the Putting Stance and Alignment

A proper stance and alignment are essential for accurate putting. A stable posture ensures a consistent stroke, while correct alignment guides the ball toward the intended target. Golfers must position themselves correctly to improve their chances of success.

Standing with feet shoulder-width apart provides balance and control. A slight knee bend and a relaxed upper body create a natural and comfortable setup. This stance allows for better weight distribution and a smoother stroke.

Aligning the putter face correctly is just as important as the stance. Golfers should use alignment aids or pick a spot in front of the ball to ensure the clubface is square to the target. Practicing alignment regularly helps reinforce accuracy and consistency as pointed out by avid golfers including Catherine Finigan.

Controlling Putting Speed and Distance

Speed control is a critical factor in putting accuracy. Golfers must develop a feel for how the ball rolls on different greens and adjust their stroke accordingly. Proper speed management reduces the risk of three-putting and increases confidence on the greens.

A smooth, controlled stroke produces consistent speed. Golfers should avoid decelerating through impact, as this can cause inconsistency. Instead, maintaining an even tempo from backswing to follow-through helps achieve the desired pace.

Reading the green helps determine the appropriate speed for each putt. Uphill putts require more force, while downhill putts need a lighter touch. Practicing speed control through drills and repetition helps golfers develop an intuitive feel for distance.

Reading the Green for Better Accuracy

Understanding green contours is essential for making successful putts. Slopes, grain direction, and surface conditions all influence how the ball moves. Golfers who can accurately read greens gain a significant advantage in their putting performance.

Observing the surrounding landscape helps identify slopes and breaks. Players should walk around the hole to assess the terrain and determine how the ball will react. Subtle undulations can impact the line, so careful analysis is necessary.

Testing the green’s speed before a round helps players adapt to its conditions. Rolling a few practice putts from different distances allows golfers to gauge how quickly the ball travels. This preparation builds confidence and improves overall accuracy.

Developing a Consistent Putting Stroke

A repeatable stroke leads to better putting performance. Consistency in movement ensures that putts are struck cleanly and roll as intended. Golfers must establish a routine that reinforces a steady stroke under pressure.

Golf buffs like Catherine Finigan express that pendulum-like motion minimizes wrist movement and enhances control. The shoulders and arms should work together in a smooth, rhythmic motion. This technique prevents unnecessary hand action, leading to more reliable results.

Practicing with training aids helps reinforce good habits. Many golfers use alignment sticks, mirrors, or putting gates to refine their stroke mechanics. Regular practice with these tools improves muscle memory and boosts confidence.

Strengthening Mental Focus for Putting Success

The mental aspect of putting plays a significant role in accuracy. Confidence, focus, and composure are essential for executing successful putts. A strong mindset helps golfers perform consistently in high-pressure situations.

Visualization enhances putting performance. Before each stroke, golfers should picture the ball’s path and the speed required to reach the hole. This mental rehearsal strengthens focus and reinforces positive outcomes.

Maintaining a pre-shot routine builds confidence as noted by golf enthusiasts such as Catherine Finigan. Repeating the same steps before every putt creates a sense of familiarity and reduces anxiety. By staying mentally composed, golfers can approach each putt with clarity and precision.

Mastering the fundamentals of putting is essential for improving overall golf performance. A solid grip, proper stance, and accurate alignment create the foundation for a consistent stroke. These elements work together to enhance precision and control on the greens.

Developing speed control, reading greens effectively, and maintaining a steady stroke contribute to putting success. Golfers who practice these techniques refine their skills and build confidence in their ability to sink putts. Consistency and focus separate great putters from average ones.

Putting requires both physical technique and mental discipline. Golfers who commit to refining their skills and maintaining a strong mindset will see noticeable improvements. With dedication, practice, and strategic adjustments, players can transform their putting game and gain a competitive edge.

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Perfect Your Putting: Key Strategies for Elevating Your Golf Game

The ability to sink putts consistently can be the difference between a solid round and a frustrating one. While tee and approach shots often steal the spotlight, putting is the part of the game where mastery truly shines. Whether aiming to break 80 or knock a few strokes off your score, refining your putting skills is crucial to becoming a better golfer. Let’s dive into essential strategies that will help you perfect your putting and improve your overall game.

Reading the Green: Understanding Slope and Speed

One of the first skills every great putter masters is reading the green. Every green is unique, with varying slopes and speeds affecting your putt's behavior. Before you take your stroke, spend some time assessing the green. Walk around the hole to observe its slope from different angles. Identify areas where the ball might break, whether a slight incline or decline will influence its path.

Equally important is gauging the speed of the green. Greens can vary significantly in speed depending on weather conditions and course maintenance. Faster greens require a lighter, more delicate stroke, while slower greens require more force. The better you read the speed of different greens, the more accurately you can control the distance and force of your putts. Practicing on various greens and learning to assess their conditions will help you adapt more quickly to the course.

Achieving Proper Alignment and Stance

A strong, putting performance starts with a solid foundation that begins with your stance and alignment. Proper alignment ensures that your putts travel in a straight line, while a stable stance provides balance and control throughout the stroke. Begin by positioning your feet shoulder-width apart, which provides stability and helps you stay balanced throughout your swing. Your weight should be distributed evenly between your feet.

Position your eyes directly over the ball, ensuring your putter face is square to the target line. This alignment helps you stay true to the line and lets you put it down. Minor adjustments, such as ensuring your shoulders are square to the target, can make a significant difference in the accuracy of your putts. Always check your alignment before every putt to ensure you’re correctly positioned.

Mastering the Stroke: Smooth and Controlled

Once you’ve set your alignment, the following key is mastering your putting stroke. A smooth, controlled stroke will help you execute consistent, accurate putts. Focus on keeping your hands and wrists relaxed, allowing your shoulders and arms to dictate the motion. With minimal wrist movement, a pendulum-like motion creates a more consistent stroke and keeps the ball rolling smoothly.

Start with shorter putts to develop consistency in your stroke. Work on maintaining a steady rhythm, ensuring each stroke feels fluid and controlled. As you gain confidence, gradually work on longer putts. The key is to keep the same tempo and feel, whether you're putting from 3 feet or 30 feet away. A consistent stroke allows for greater precision and control over distance and direction.

Visualization: Mental Preparation for Success

Visualization is a powerful tool that can improve your putting by helping you focus and calm your nerves. Before every putt, take a moment to close your eyes and mentally picture the ball rolling on the ideal line toward the hole. Visualizing the ball’s path helps you create a mental picture of success, which can increase your confidence and reduce stress.

Additionally, visualization helps with focusing on the line and reading the green. It allows you to commit fully to your stroke and stay in the present moment, free from distractions. Incorporating this mental practice into your routine can lead to more consistent and confident putting, especially when under pressure.

Regular Practice: Building Confidence and Consistency

There’s no substitute for regular practice when it comes to putting. To improve your putting skills, dedicate time each week to practicing on the putting green. Start by practicing short putts, as they’re the foundation of your game. Then, gradually challenge yourself with longer putts, breaking putts, and even pressure drills that mimic course conditions.

Try creating a practice routine that includes various drills. For example, set a goal to make a certain number of putts from different distances or work on making consecutive putts to simulate an actual round. The more you practice under various conditions, the more confidence you’ll build in your ability to perform on the course. Focus on technique and mental strength—staying calm under pressure will significantly enhance your ability to sink putts when it matters most.

Improving your putting game is one of the most effective ways to lower your golf scores. By mastering the art of reading the green, achieving proper alignment, developing a smooth stroke, using visualization techniques, and committing to consistent practice, you can sharpen your putting skills and gain more control over your game. Whether new to the game or a seasoned golfer, focusing on your putting will give you the edge to perform at your best on the greens. With time and dedication, these strategies will help you improve your putting and take your golf game to the next level.

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