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emocheol · 9 days

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night out

how your boyfriend shows his love for you when he’s under the influence

contains: alcohol consumption, gn!reader, sweet lovely tooth rottingly sweet seungcheol

whenever seungcheol wanted to go drinking you almost always accompanied him.

he was a clingy and affectionate drunk, so even if you weren’t with him you’d still feel his affection from the 20 calls and 50 text messages that he’d send you.

today, he needed to celebrate an achievement with a few friends and, of course, you accompanied them.

the night was winding down and you could tell seungcheol was way out of his tipsy range and much further into his nearly incapacitated range.

he had his head on your shoulder while you had an arm around his shoulder, slowly rubbing his arm while you talked to his friends across the table.

you noticed him fumbling for his phone and you looked down at him quizzically.

“what’re you doing, cheol?” you asked gently, while he pulled up his text messages.

“i need to text my partner…” he mumbled, “need to tell them how much i love them…” he said quietly, tapping on his keyboard and sending nearly incoherent texts to you.

you just played along with it for the time being, knowing that sooner or later he’d realize you weren’t responding and that you’re right there.

[cheolie] 2:02am: kiss yu so much

2:02am: babyyyyyy i lovd u

2:02am: you aee rhe lifht of my life

2:03am: why ru not repsodning to me?????

2:04am: are uu mad at me :((((

your phone consistently buzzed with notifications and you couldn’t help but smile at the texts that came from your boyfriend.

“guys… i think y/n is mad at me,” seungcheol finally said, slowly but surely sitting up and bringing his head off your shoulder.

your friends from across the table just looked between the two of you and laughed.

“what makes you think that?” you asked curiously, putting a hand on his thigh.

seungcheol just gasped at your contact on him and quickly pushed himself the furthest he could get away from you. “what are you doing! i have a partner! only they get to touch me!” he nearly shouted, pressing himself against the wall as if he could materialize into it.

once again, you all laughed at his antics. he, on the other hand, seemed utterly disgusted at the thought of someone who wasn’t you being near him. he squeezed his eyes shut and refused to look at you.

“cheol, baby, look at me,” you cooed gently, scooting over to him and trying to get him to face you.

“no! only my partner gets to call me that! can’t look at anyone else, don’t want to.” he said firmly, turning his chin up like an upset toddler.

when you realized this was going to take a little longer than usual you looked over at your friends with a smile and motioned that they could leave. “don’t worry we’ll pay,” you reminded them, knowing that seungcheol always wanted to be the one to pay anyways.

after they left it was just you and seungcheol at the table, him still refusing to look at you.

you decided to use your only option and pulled out your phone to text him.

[you] 2:17am: i’m not mad baby

2:17am: can you please look at the person sitting next to you?

when his phone buzzed with your notification he gasped and quickly pulled it out to check, a frown on his face when he read your last message.

[cheolie] 2:17am: but it’s not u :(

2:17am: only wanna look at you

his texts made your heart warm, but you still had a mission to accomplish.

[you] 2:17am: just look baby i promise it’ll be okay

at your coaxing message he finally put his phone down and slowly looked over at you. the gears were shifting in his head as he took in your face, slowly recognizing you.

“y/n!” he exclaimed, finally leaving his place against the wall and scooting right up against you, throwing his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “i didn’t know you were here! someone was trying to touch me and i told them no! i only have eyes for you.” he said sweetly, looking up at you with big glassy eyes and a sweet pout, waiting for your praise.

you just laughed at his antics and brought a hand to his hair to smooth it down. “i’m glad, baby, are you ready to go home?” you asked, noticing how his eyes were already shutting as he found his comfy spot in the crook of your neck.

“‘m ready, wanna go to sleep,” he said with a yawn, an iron grip around your waist as his voice got slower, signifying that he was close to sleep.

“let’s go then,” you said, tapping his shoulder as to make him get up, but he wouldn’t budge, “seungcheol, you big baby, you’re going to have to walk yourself,” you teased, poking his side and trying to shove him a bit so he sat upright.

“don’t wanna,” he said stubbornly, leaning even further into you as you tried to get him up.

you sighed and shook your head, “we can’t stay here all night, don’t you want to sleep in our nice bed?” you tried to coax again, you both knew he would be much comfier at home.

“fine.” he said with a huff, knowing you got him there.

he slowly unwrapped himself from you and stood up, swaying a bit as he tried to steady himself. you, on the other hand, came up next to him and grabbed one of his arms to sling over your shoulder, hoping you could provide some type of balance to his walking.

as you exited the restaurant you quickly paid at the front with seungcheol’s card and made your way to the car, dumping him in the front seat and fastening his seatbelt for him.

before you could close the door he held up a hand and motioned for you to come closer to him. you decided to entertain him and moved closer. when you were only inches from his face he decided it was enough and looked at you with love struck eyes, surveying every inch of your face.

“can’t believe you’re mine, you’re so perfect,” he mumbled, pecking your lips quickly with a little giggle.

this made your cheeks heat up just a little bit and you shook your head. “you’re sappy when you’re drunk, huh?” you teased, leaning down and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“it’s because i loooove you,” he said honestly, anyone would be able to tell that from how he was looking at you, as if you hung the moon and the stars.

you held up your finger to have him give you a moment and you shut his door, quickly rounding the car and slipping into the drivers seat. once you had fastened your seatbelt and started the car you looked back over at him.

“i love you too,” you whispered, but he was already fast asleep.

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bonus:

the next morning seungcheol woke up with a pounding headache and threw the covers over his head to hide from the rays of light seeping through your curtains.

“morning, sunshine,” you teased, rolling over and making yourself comfortable next to him since you’d been awake for some time.

“morning, baby, my head hurts like hell…” he groaned, voice thick with sleep.

you pointed to the nightstand nearest to him that had a glass of water and pain relievers on it.

“you’re a godsend,” he said honestly, quickly downing the pills and water before settling back into bed next to you.

“fun night?” you asked with a little laugh, not quite sure how much he remembered of anything.

“mhm…” he trailed off, playing with your hair absentmindedly, “i didn’t do anything embarrassing, right?” he asked, knowing that when he couldn’t remember the night he usually did something unusual.

“well, you forgot who i was and wouldn’t even look at me until i texted you and said it was okay.” you explained with a laugh.

seungcheol looked at you with wide eyes and buried his head into a pillow.

“i’m never drinking again.”

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foone · 1 year

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You know what I hate about modern mice? how pointlessly anti-repair they are. I have had plenty of mice break over time, and often it's just that some fluff or skin-flakes got wedged in the mouse wheel or under the buttons. You just need to open them up and clean them. Except.. where are the screws?

OH THERE THEY ARE. under the little skid-pads, which cannot be put back on once you take them off, because the adhesive has been ruined! You have to buy replacement pads, if they're available, and maybe cut them down to size, as well as clean off the residue of the previous pads.

You know how this problem could be fixed? JUST DON'T PUT THE PADS ON TOP OF THE SCREWS!

Then you'd have no problem. Easy to disassemble and clean.

But then it'd look 5% uglier because apparently people are scared of seeing screws, and also people might not just throw it out and buy a new one!

It's the terrible sort of weird planned obsolescence that happens as an almost accidental side effect of improving the product. Like, ball mice? They were designed to be disassembled. You didn't even need a screwdriver! Because you had to clean them regularly, or they'd gunk up too fast. Modern optical mice? They still get gunked up, the buttons and wheel still die eventually. They can be cleaned and repaired. But now that it's not required for all of them to be cleaned regularly, that function has been removed. they're designed to be disposable.

The same thing happened with TVs way back when. If you open up a TV from the 50s (or just look at the back, honestly, many of them were designed to be always-open), you'll find a schematic showing where all the tubes are and what models they are. Was this because the 1950s was a golden era of reparability? NO! it's because they burnt out all the time and you had to replace them! As soon as TVs got reliable enough that replacing tubes was no longer needed, the schematics became hidden behind paywalls and for authorized-service-personnel-only.

It would be only a minor change in aesthetics to make your mouse repairable/cleanable. Hell, most of the time when it's not simply fixed by cleaning it, it's because one of these broke:

This is an Omron D2FC-F-7N microswitch, used in a bunch of mice. It's designed to last about a million clicks. With a soldering iron and some solder (like 25$ on amazon) you can trivially replace it. New switches cost between like 10 cents and 2 dollars, depending where you buy it and how many you want. A couple bucks of parts and half an hour's worth of work, you can repair a 40$ mouse that's "died".

But they make it unnecessarily hard with the slide-pads being unreplacable. You have to find ones that match, you have to carefully clean off the old residue with IPA, or the new ones you just bought will fall off. All to make it look SLIGHTLY better (how often are you looking at the aesthetics of the bottom of your mouse, exactly? (no furries are allowed to answer this question!)) and maybe, just maybe, to push it over into "not worth it". You could do all that, but you have to buy new switches, new slide-pads/mouse-feet (SHUT UP FURRIES), and can you remember where your solder even is? you last used it when you were trying to fix that keyboard...

Basically one thing that is maddening to anyone with the very basics of electronic knowledge (seriously: the amount of skill you need for this is the kind you can get in less than an hour from watching a youtube tutorial) that we're surrounded by all this electrical nonsense that will break and have to be thrown out, but is mostly breaking in ways that could be fixed in a very short amount of time with relatively little work.

It's infuriating to go on amazon to buy another damn mouse and it pop up "hey you last bought this in 2021, you fool" and you're like I KNOW, IT SHOULD STILL BE WORKING TODAY!

I have computer parts from the 80s in my room right now that are still working when stuff made in the last 5 years is already dying! There's no reason it should be this way. It's an endless waste of time and money and resources and it's just to make some logitech or whoever executives slightly richer.

It's deeply bullshit. The modern day is going to be identifiable as the geological layer where most of the trash was generated. We're living in the middle of the quisquiliarumferous period: the layer of garbage.

#electronics #right to repair #planned obsolescence #ranting #I'm not actually mad at furries #it's a joke #I am a furry

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xxnghtclls · 2 months

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Flickering Lights

Chapter 1: Flickering Lights

Chapter (2)

True Form Sukuna x fem!reader

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence!

Tags under the cut and will be updated over the course of writing!

Summary: On a sad friday night, you’re finishing your last email for your job, as suddenly The King of Curses appears through a rip of space in time in your office. A change of everyday life perhaps?

Notes:

Welcome to Flickering Lights!

I hope you will enjoy <3

The -play- cues or underlined texts are linked to the specific songs she’s listening to, however I didn’t time the songs with reading time, since everyone of us reads at a different pace. I hope you’ll have fun anyway. :)

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clack clack clack clack

The harsh sound of your fingers hitting against the keys on your keyboard is reaching your ears, as you’re finishing the last email for the day.

The day, which will end in about 10 minutes.

It’s friday, 11:50 p.m. and you’re still in the office tower you work in.

Alone. An odd occasion, since this situation is not unusual in your field of work. Harsh deadlines require overtime.

Often.

Too often.

But today, your co-workers must have had something better to do. It’s friday after all.

And you wish you had the guts to do that, too.

Flickering lights from the illuminated advertisements from outside the streets are dancing in the corners of your eye. Your only company tonight.

And you blink. With a sigh, you look to the window to your right, having Tokyo looking right back at you.

Sometimes, you wish you would have the time to flee this place, your office, your life. To actually enjoy those lights, to experience something. To not give your life up for your job.

To feel not as lonely. Lonely in this city of millions.

A longing deep in your heart.

But-

I gotta pay my fucking bills, you think, as you sigh another time, before turning back to your computer. The light on your desk makes your eyes tired and before you finish your email, you go into your music library on your phone and put on your headphones. A ritual you almost do on every overtime night. It gives you energy. Almost a prayer to whoever listens. Someday something must happen.

Right?

-play-

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

Leading you down into my core

Where I've become so numb …

Your blood starts pumping and the hairs on your body stand up, as the song crawls through your veins.

Without a soul, my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there and lead it back home …

Your body starts moving on its own, you move your head and lips in sync to the song. It gives you energy to finish this last fucking email before the chorus hits.

And you slam your middle finger on enter.

Send!

(Wake me up) wake me up inside (I can′t wake up), wake me up inside

(Save me) call my name and save me from the dark

Oh my god.

You feel it. The song hits your core so deep and you turn the volume even louder. Singing both parts at the same time in your head, you let yourself go.

(Wake me up) bid my blood to run (I can't wake up) before I come undone

(Save me) save me from the nothing I've become

Flickering lights hit the corners of your eyes, bass in your heart, as you lip sync quietly, but passionately, while you close all your remaining applications on your desktop.

You would not want to risk someone, anyone, to actually hear you singing.

Suddenly the bass gets unusual heavy, but you love it. You feel the song even harder.

Adios Bitchatchos. See you on monday, you think to yourself, as you notice a glitch on your desktop.

Another one.

And another one.

The light on your desk flickers as well. You frown in confusion, but brush it off as a “monday me” problem and shut down your computer. Standing up, still moving and lipsynching to the song, you lean forward to turn off the monitors, as the bass grows even heavier.

Weird. Those headphones only cost me like 5000 yen-

Wrrrrmmmm!

Suddenly the ground vibrates and your knees give in. You grab yourself onto the desk, as an energy pulls you down. Pulls you down to your knees and almost cuts the air off your lungs and nose. You gasp, as the ground starts to vibrate and jitter even harder. Bring Me To Life still pounds into your ears, so dramatically, as you feel your vision blurring and glitching, as the light on your desk finally says goodbye, leaving you in total darkness of the office space. Looking around you don’t see anyone, start to get scared.

What’s happening?? An earthquake?

The vibrations are sent through your whole body, your blood tingles in your veins, just in time for your favourite part of the song.

Frozen (frozen) inside without your touch, without your love

Darling, only (only) you are the life among the dead …

Just in this moment, the technology of your cheap ass headphones gives in and sends an incredibly loud beep to your ears, distorting the wonderful voice of Amy Lee.

Fuck!

You yell in pain and yank the headphones off your head, just before a loud grunge noise echoes through the room, makes it vibrate even more, makes you push your hands over your ears. All the other monitors are shutting on and off and on and off and glitching and blinking.

Zschhhh!

Suddenly a blue glowing light crawls into the air in the split of a second, like a lightning strike and it starts to tear apart. A gap ripped into the air of the office space, just a few desks next to yours.

What the fuck?

You don’t believe your eyes, as a tall shadow starts to appear in the gap that just opened, before it steps forward, red eyes glowing through the dark, while the rap part starts to roar through the headphones in the background.

All this time, I can't believe I couldn't see

Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me

I′ve been sleeping a thousand years, it seems

Got to open my eyes to everything

Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul

Don′t let me die here, there must be something more

Br-riing m-m-me t-tt-to l-lifeeee-…

And with this your headphones die, leaving you alone with…

Who is this?

Tap.

Tap. Tap.

Feet step into your office and you slide beneath your desk. The vibrations grow harder, the energy heavier, as the gap seems to close back up, almost pulling you completely to the ground.

Whoom!

And suddenly-

it’s all silent.

Quiet.

Calm.

You don’t know what to do.

Hide? Say something?

Still on the ground, you let your hands leave your ears and watch below the desks. Two massive feet, covered in tabi socks and wearing ancient looking sandals, quietly walk into your direction.

Flickering lights dance upon the ground and onto the moving clothes. Your heart is racing and you put your hand upon your mouth to be as silent as possible, as the person walks closer and closer. Another step and they will pass your desk, will see you sitting there like a little baby, not knowing what the fuck just happened.

And finally he walks into your vision, not even offering you a glance. A tall man, a black cloak around his shoulders, covering his upper arms and parts of his chest. A white hakama sitting on his waist. Pink hair, four red eyes, simple tattooed lines on his face and wrists and chest. A mask is covering the right side of his face.

Why does he look like a villain?

Your eyes widen at the man in front of you.

He’s built like a tank.

With a smug smirk, he steps in front of the window facade, looking down onto the streets of Tokyo.

“Keh Keh Keh.” he giggles.

Such a devious voice.

You watch him suspiciously, watch how the lights illuminate his face, unsure if he’s seen you yet or knows that you’re here.

His eyes roam around the streets and his expression grows excited. So excited.

“What a view.” he quietly smiles, before he taps against the window with his nail.

Tap. Tap.

The glass sounds firm.

He looks up, musters the framing and cocks his eyebrow and pouts his lips.

You frown at him. Confused, because he looks like he’s never seen a proper window before.

“It’s shatterproof glass.” you suddenly say quietly, still curled up beneath your desk. He freezes, as his left ear twitches, before his eyes and finally his head slowly move and turn to look at you and your eyes meet.

Silence.

Shit.

He glares at you, looking like an evil villain indeed. His red eyes glow in the dark and pierce right at you, as you feel his demon-like energy reach you, looking right at your soul, so deep and intimidating, as if your eyes are truly only a window to your mind.

And you’re about to pee your pants.

“You uhm.” you point your trembling finger at the glass. “You can’t fall through it… b-because it’s. You know… shatterproof.” you stumble quietly, before you crawl out from beneath your desk and grab your jacket, phone and dead headphones. “It… doesn’t sh-shatter.”

He stays silent, so silent, as suddenly a second pair of arms reveal themselves from under his cloak and cross in front of his torso.

And you can’t help but to stare in shock and confusion at his arms, tattooed chest and his flexing muscles, as you’re being hit by his degrading energy at the very same time. You are so overwhelmed by anything and everything, that you can’t help but to think that-

It’s almost as if-

He rolls his eyes and turns his face back to the window. The silence crushes you and the look on his face is still so intimidating, as he suddenly flicks the finger, that previously tapped against the glass.

BrrshhZschinnggg!

The glass of a window shatters into a thousand pieces and with an incredible force, like an invisible blade, the energy cuts through everything in it’s way, leaving a track of loud destruction and cuts a furrow into the floor, your computer and the wall a few yards behind you.

Bamm!

So close to you, that you even think you lost some hair. You feel the impact shatter in your bones.

“Is that so?” he grumbles in a deep, unimpressed voice, with his left bottom eye watching you. Your heart almost stops- waiting for the alarm to go off…

but it doesn’t.

Yup, out we go.

Before he can do anything more your body moves on its own.

A breeze from outside and the sounds of the street are blowing in through the broken window. You twitch a forced smile at him, before you tipple your way between the desks and out of the office space.

With a racing heart you run to the staircase, as the lights in the dark hallway flicker above your head, fighting to get back on. But they don’t. They die down again, leaving you in utter darkness. With a hitching breath, you pull out your phone and turn on the flashlight, as you tipple your way to take the stairs. Not just because the elevator is probably down as well, but to calm down. No elevator ride could soothe the adrenaline in your body right now.

Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap

Down the stairs, five stories, until you arrive at the entry hall, seeing the security guard at the reception table in the dark. Cursing under his breath, his face is illuminated by a flashlight on his desk, while he’s being busy to tap onto his monitors and to smash on the keyboard to get the cameras back on screen.

That creature must’ve caused a total blackout.

The security guard doesn’t mind or even notice you walking by, so you take the chance to quickly walk to the front door with no air in your lungs and sweat in your armpits. You catch a look onto the still busy streets.

Did someone from outside notice?

People are walking, no one is looking.

Sigh.

Thank god.

You carefully slip through the front door and see a few broken glass pieces onto your left. Quickly, you cross the street, melting into the groups of people, vanishing behind many faces, looking down to your feet and hoping nobody from outside caught you leaving the building. To calm your panic, you first buy yourself a coke on the next vending machine.

Psssshh.

Sip. Sip. Sip.

Sigh.

Better.

You inhale, before you slowly turn around, looking up to your office on the fifth floor, where you were a few minutes ago, curious what the fuck just happened there.

Flickering lights and advertisements mirror themselves on the remaining not-so-shatterproof glass, leaving a black hole on the one that indeed shattered. You can’t see him.

He might be gone.

But… it wasn’t a dream, was it?

You put on your headphones and try to connect them back to your phone.

Maybe the building got struck by a lightning, while I was knee deep into feeling Amy Lee’s voice.

No. Nothing.

Dead.

Shit, you think to yourself as another rush of adrenaline flows through your veins.

That was exciting…

You bite your lip.

Maybe my prayers were heard.

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sashiavi · 7 months

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𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝙰𝚟𝚒'𝚜 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁

#20•𝙲𝚊𝚖 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕•#20

𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚌 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ².⁸ᵏ

Diluc knew he was pathetic.

A shining starlit in the big city, a monopoly on the finest wines money could buy, an elusive bachelor featured in far too many articles. He had a personal Assistant, easy on the eyes, pretty as can be, the sweetest girl he'd ever come by. He owned half of the city, inherited estates, lived lavishly and yet here he was. Pegged down to a dumb, pathetic mess.

Diluc knew he had better things to put his time towards - The charity that wouldn't stop blowing up his emails for an opportunity to use his face. The pressing paperwork scattered across his hardwood desk, long forgotten for the night. The staccato pings from his phone, messages from who knows, trying to get his precious attention. And yet he couldn't bring himself to care.

Diluc was preoccupied.

His eyes were glued to his personal computer, into a monitor with far too many hertz necessary for his daily life. One hand types at his keyboard, the other, palms at his weeping, clothed cock. Diluc had an infatuation. A near obsession towards the pretty girl on his screen. His darling Assistant.

Diluc couldn't recall how and when he stumbled across your stream. He knew he felt shocked, and perhaps even appalled. His mind screamed at him to back out, click the x button, file for a termination of your contract to save his reputation and yet. He couldn't ignore the soft swell of his cock in his trousers, pressing against the hard seam of the fabric. His eyes were glued to your half naked form, clad in the softest, prettiest colour of lace and silk. A stark difference to your pin straight blouse and skirt, ridged and pristine, just as he was. His eyes danced around your set up, personalized with soft fairy lights and pretty things. His eyes zero in on you, focusing on the sweet squeeze of your pussy around a thick fake cock, pressed past the pretty lace of your panties. That night Diluc found something to look forward to - Every week day you'd be by his side with a clipboard and coffee in hand. One night a week, he watched your pretty cunt swallow up the thick, squishy length of a dildo, aided by his never ending donations and text praise.

"Hey, Red.. I missed you~" Diluc's daydream is cut short by your pretty voice ringing in his ears. Before he even knew it he had typed up a quick tip to let you know he was watching.

Dark_Red : [ You look gorgeous tonight ] $50

He wasn't wrong. You had tweaked your makeup from the last he saw you, opting for something a little more out there than your usual work look. He honestly preferred you this way, eyes dazzling in sparkles and colours, pretty blush rosing your cheeks oh so cutely. You dressed in a pretty set of lingerie, just covering enough for his imagination to run rampant. He wondered if you wore them under your blouse, pretty lacy panties under your the black pencil skirt. He wondered if maybe.. He could sneak a little peak sometime, spill a drink on your shirt, drop a pen and watch you pick it up.

"Thank you Red~ You're always so sweet to me.. Love it when you drop by, making me feel special~" You wink into the camera, coming close, pressing your breasts together with your arms. You blow a kiss to him, oh so sweet with a smile on your lips. His heart jumps, his neck warms with an embarrassingly red blush.

Dark_Red : [ It's always a pleasure to visit you, Darling. Missed you so much ♡ ] $70

His free hand types quickly, tapping away with his corny words, unashamed. You give the webcam a pretty pout, a soft downturned smile, a sweet glint in your eye. You wriggle in your spot, carefully tracing over the intricate lace and buckles adorned on your top. Your fingers threaten to pull at the fabric, snapping the elastic into your skin with a soft sigh. Diluc bites the inside of his cheek and squeezes at his clothed length.

"You guys wanna see my tits? Yeah..? Gotta beg for them big boy~ C'mon.. Beg to see them baby." Diluc should be embarrassed at how quickly he taps at his keys. He has to rival the other viewers, keep your attention solely on him.

Dark_Red : [ Please, show me your pretty tits Baby.. Gotta see them - Need to see you Sweetheart ♡♡ ] $150

His donations steadily rise, not that he would worry. Diluc had a near endless pool of money, he was sure he could swim in it if he so chose to. If he had to buy his way to you then so be it. He could spend it all on you, treat you to the fanciest foods, the prettiest dresses, serve at your hand and foot. He'd make sure you'd never have to work again for at least three life times.

"Nawh.. Red you're always spoiling me.. Am I your favourite girl?" You poke at him cheekily. Gods if only you knew.

Dark_Red : [ You're my only girl, Sweetheart.. My pretty girl. ] $100

You give an airy giggle, arousal spits from your throat and trickles into your laugh. Slowly, you pick at your pretty bra top, hooking a finger into each side of the cup, pulling the fabric down and revealing just a taste of your nipples. The chat floods as the action begins, with countless babbles of praise and degradation. Diluc blissfully ignores them, focusing his eyes on you, watching as you slowly unclasp the latch on your top. You hug your arms around your fallen, lacy top, barely keeping the cups secure to your body. Gods you were a tease and he loved it.

"Wanna see them?" You ask, squishing the soft plush of your tits together with a cock of your head. You batter your eyelashes, giving a cheeky smirk as the chat floods once again.

Dark_Red : [ Show me, Darling ] $100

Diluc types out shamelessly, eyes blown out and in awe, chest tight in anticipation for your next move. You read his message and shrug with a side grin, slowly letting the pretty fabric drop from your form. Diluc takes in a breath, no matter how many times he sees you, you always stun him. You giggle and cutely shake your chest to the camera, showing off your pretty, perky nipples, hardened from the cool air. You pinch at your nipples, whining softly before turning around, showing off your naked back and pretty, lacy panties.

You bend over, pretty ass to the webcam, hugged sweetly by the taught elastic of your underwear. Diluc audibly groans, pushing hard into the head of his cock. You wiggle your hips, making your soft ass jiggle for the camera. Your pretty pussy strains against the silky fabric, hugged tight, looking fat and puffy just for him. Gods he wants a taste, wants to sink his teeth into the fat swell of your cunny through your panties. He spots a wet patch in your underwear, pooling dark with your arousal. He'd give anything to press his nose into your cunt, lick and lap at you from behind, taste your sweet slick on his tongue.

He hears a soft humming giggle and watches your fingers play with the elastic of your waistband. Slowly, slowly you pull your panties down, revealing the sweet, slick mess of your pussy. Your arousal drools over your folds, sticking to the silk of your panties with a drippy string. Diluc absent-mindedly wets his lips with his tongue, poking it between his lips.

He doesn't know how he can look you in the eye the next day. Maybe he wanted you to know just how stupid he was for you, how pathetic he felt in your presence. How much he wanted to pin you to his cluttered desk and lap at your pretty, puffy pussy. How he wanted to dig his nose into your clit, kiss and lick and tease your sweet cunt with his lips. Gods knows he'd worship you, hump the air pathetically while he suckles at your achey clit, focusing on your pleasure over his own. He'd fuck you good, maybe even use one of your little bullet vibrators on your clit to make sure you gushed on his cock. He'd praise you, pet you, caress you, let you walk over him in your pretty, stiletto heels. You could take anything and everything from him and he'd surely thank you for it.

"Hmm~ Like what you see Baby?" You wiggle your hips again, showing off your bare cunt, slick and wet in the soft light of your room. Gods did he. The sight of you could make him cream in his pants. He works his button open, fishing out his aching hard cock, idly stroking at it while he watches you pretty pussy. You dip your fingers in, stretching out your tight walls, arousal making a mess over your hands and thighs. Diluc nearly drools, pumping at his cock while you finger yourself open, wet and slick and loud just for him to hear. He was deluded, and he didn't care.

Dark_Red : [ Love seeing you like this, Sweetheart ♡ ] $80

He relishes in the soft ding your stream makes with his fat donations, special and unique compared to the silly little blips in the chat. He hears you giggle again. You spread your fingers, pushing your wet pussy lips apart for the webcam to see. Your creamy arousal dribbles down your cunt, your hole clenches on nothing. He'd do anything to stick his own fingers into you, have you moaning and keening into him while he finger bangs your pussy. Have you squirt all over his lap and desk, messing up all the important paperwork he'd have out.

"Think I deserve a treat?" Your voice calls. You deserved everything in his eyes. He sees you reach over, grabbing something from off of the frame. He knows what's coming, he'd tuned in to enough of your streams before. The thick, squishy head of a dildo comes into view, practically shrinking your pretty pussy with its size in comparison. You tease at the camera, tapping the tip against your gushy hole, creating the wettest slapping sounds in his ears. The pings roll in, tiny little donations flood your chat, begging for you to shove it into your cunt.

Dark_Red : [ Wanna see you ride it Sweetheart.. Watch it bulge in your belly. Can you do that for me? ♡ ] $250

He watches you glance over and read his message. The smile you give nearly stops his heart. You face the camera front on, pretty body open for all to see. You get on your knees, resting your weight on your thighs, squishing them deliciously under you. You continue to tease the squishy tip of the dildo against your clit, tapping it gently on your core. You're giggly again, talking to the stream in a silly tone.

"Want me to ride it? Take it like a good girl? Yeah..?" You tease. Diluc's cock twitches in his hand, dribbling hot beads of pre down his knuckles. He taps at his keyboard, half delusional, drowning in anticipation.

Dark_Red : [ Take that cock Darling. Be a good girl and Ride it. Ride it for me.. Don't wanna disappoint me, do you? ♡ ] $2500

Diluc's finger slips on his keys, punching in one too many zeros into the donation balance. Fuck he didn't care. Not when you gasp so cutely, gush his name so sweetly, promising you'll treat him extra special for being such a sweetheart.

"Oh Red~ You treat me so well.. So, so well~ I'll take this cock just for you, 'Kay?" Your excitement isn't hidden, you lay it out all for him. He ignores the squabbling in the chat, the other men fighting for your attention, if anything, it drives him further into his delusion. You were his and his alone, his sweet assistant, his pretty thing, all spread out as per his request, all for him. Diluc watches you sink down on the thick, rubber toy, watching as the fat tip presses into your tummy. He grips his cock in time, squeezing at his length with his palm all to replicate the tight clench of your pussy.

"Ahn~ Your big cock feels so good~ Filling me up so full.. Love your big cock! Yeah~ Love it so much" He watches you babble as you ride on the thick length of the dildo. Your pretty tits bounce with your movement, framing the rest of your body oh so perfectly. Fuck. What'd he'd do to have you ride in his lap. To have you hug his big, thick cock with your warm cunt, keep him nice and snug while he works through the day.

He fists at his cock while you bounce on the thick, squishy length of your dildo. Your moans nearly rival the soft, squishy gushy slick of your cunt as you fuck yourself. He palms into his achey, velvet head, rubbing his thumb over the sticky slit of his cock. Would you lap at him? Lick up his salty pre? Chastise him for making a mess? For letting it dribble down the length of his cock? Gods, he hoped you would. Hoped you'd tell him off for being a dirty man, a pervert, chastise him for looking a little too long by edging him on and on. He'd let you do it too, anything to make you happy.

Yeah, he'd fill you up with his fat cock, choke you from the inside out. He'd plow you good, fuck up into your gummy spot, make sure you came again and again on his length. Diluc wants to worship you, spoil you with treats and his thick cock. He'd let you use him, any way you pleased he'd be at your mercy. Fuck he didn't care as long as it was with you.

He watches your pretty pussy suck in the fat length of the dildo, listens to your cute moans as you grind down again and again. He feels the all too familiar twist in his groin, a pulsing ache that threatens to make him whimper. Your moans flood his ears, soft staccato notes as you bounce and hump against the fake cock in your cunt. Diluc has half the mind to type out one last message.

Dark_Red : [ Always look so pretty when you cum, Darling.. Come for me, let it out sweetheart, cum on that cock. ] $3000

His bank account could run dry and he wouldn't care. As long as the pretty girl on his screen was happy. He sees you read his message, bouncing up and now harder and faster, squealing and babbling the sweetest sentences together. He fists at his cock, pumping it with the same vigor as you, milking at the tip with a flick of his wrist.

Diluc was right. You were pretty when you cum. He watches your sweet pussy quiver and squirt all over your bed sheets, making a sticky mess you'd surely have to clean up.

"Feels good! Feels so good! Cumming for you! Just for you! All for you Red~" You cry and cry, rubbing at your clit as you ride out your gushing orgasm on the fake cock. Diluc audibly growls, squeezing hard at his cock, shooting thick, rivulets of hot cum all over his knuckles. He grits his teeth hard, never taking his eyes off of your beautiful self. He milks at his length with his fist, surely sending him into a heated spike of overstimulation. He wanted to make it last, clasp his hand around his thick head just to imagine the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around his cock. He relishes in your wispy whimpers as you come down, jumping when you bump your clit on the thick length of the dildo when you slowly pull it out of your pussy. He does it again, licks his lips, imagines how sweet you'd be if he wrapped his lips around your achey cunny.

You blow a sweet kiss to the camera, face dopey and smiley before the screen goes blank. Diluc is forced to reveal his own mess of a reflection, eyes blown wide, lips bitten red, hand and trousers soaked in a sticky mess of his cum. Diluc will retire for the night, slipping into a hot shower and make his way into bed.

And when he meets you again in the morrow, dressed up nice and neat, not a hair out of place. He'll smile, wish you 'Good Morning' and take a sip from his coffee. He'll ask how your night went and smile and nod when you shyly give him some other story. He knows all too well what you got up to. If he thinks about it for too long, he feels his pants get a little tighter.

Diluc knew he was pathetic - But he couldn't care less.

I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him omg I love him

Diluc is a rich in the streets and a bitch in the sheets 😔

Yippie 2 in 1 day yippieee

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chvnnie · 1 year

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Felix’s nose scrunches as his fingers tap aggressively on his keyboard. Up, up. Left, right, left, left. His tongue pokes out, top teeth digging into the muscle as he starts to lose control of the fight. The tiny health bar on the bottom of the screen is turning red, draining with each hit he can’t seem to dodge.

One solid hit from his enemy, and the character on screen crumples into nothing. All bars drained, the screen turning dark as the battle is lost.

SMUT - MINORS DNI

“Fuck.” He curses lowly, pushing the headphones down around his neck. Elbows resting on the desk table, his head finds home in it. The monitor on his right pings over and over, lighting up with comments.

seriously? you lost to that guy?

it’s okay, lix! you did your best!

cuss again, that was sexy

Felix sighs, picking his head back up and muting the chat. The insistent pinging noise makes his head hurt, and after a very frustrating lost, the last thing that would help even out his heart rate is an overflowed chat box.

When he started streaming, he really didn’t expect his channel to sky rocket like this. For a few months, his viewer count stayed low — the average hung out around 50 per stream. It made him happy that anyone really cared to watch, so he wasn’t holding out hope that the number would increase.

Then, a popular streamer shared his channel. Cool, he gained a handful of followers and viewers from that. Another streamer promoted him, stating that not only was he good at the games he played, but his deep voice, pretty freckles, and septum piercing added to the charm of his channel. From there, the viewer count went from a few hundred to a few thousand.

Felix didn’t really care why people were watching, just that they were. If they wanted to listen to him talk, great. If they wanted to watch him play, awesome. It didn’t really matter — not when a new zero was added to his checks monthly.

Most of the time, he has a lot of fun with it. Trying new games, doing all night streams, responding to questions hurled at him during downtown. Rarely was this a stressful gig.

But this stream was one of the few frustrating ones. No matter what the battle, Felix couldn’t pull through. At the beginning, he laughed it off. Can’t win ‘em all! But by hour three, his patience has started to wear thin. Ears tinged red with annoyance, blood pressure raised due to the frustration. He needs to destress.

He needs you.

Rolling up the sleeves of his sweater, Felix puts his headphones back on. “Okay.” He says with a sigh, right hand going for the mouse while the left disappears under his desk. “Let’s try this again.”

While his character runs across the grass fields in search of energy, his fingers wrap around the rough fabric of your leash. For the past hour or so, you’ve been asleep. Curled up under a blanket with your head resting on his sock clad foot.

It’s a nice setup for you — a fluffy mat for you to rest on, spacious with as many blankets as you could want. A little resting place for Felix’s pet, keep him company during the game and helping him out when he needs a break.

And fuck, does he need one.

A few gentle tugs wake you up, the bell of your collar jingling as you start to stir. Once he feels your head move, Felix pats his lap.

You’re a good pet — obedient, well trained. Follows directions perfectly. So you know exactly what he wants when he scoots his chair out a bit so you can kneel comfortably. With a yawn, you reach for the drawstring of his joggers. Felix pets your head, smiling down at you and mouthing a quick “thank you” before his attention turns back to his stream.

His cock is half hard when you pull it out. You wrap your fist around the length, resting your head on your thigh as you slowly start to jerk him off. A happy hum comes from your boyfriend before he starts talking to his audience again, walking them through his plan to finally win against this enemy.

Like his hips aren’t bucking slightly when you squeeze his cock, quickly hardening in your hands. Fuck, he can already feel the stress rolling off him in waves. All thanks to your tight grip and the smooth flick of your wrist.

A bit of precum decorates the head, sparking under the purple LEDs. You had planned to tease him for a bit, working him up until he can’t take it and manhandles you. But you can’t help the way your mouth waters, needing the taste of him on your tongue.

Felix exhales a shaky breath with your lips wrap around the head of his cock, tongue drawing circles on the slit to lap up the cum. “Hm? Oh, I’m good.” He says, responding to a comment on the stream. “Just got the chills.”

You smile, ego boosted that just a little bit of your mouth can get him so worked up. You pull off his cock for a brief second, spitting in the length before you take more of him. If there’s anything Felix loves, it’s sloppy head.

Especially when there’s an (unknowing) audience.

It’s getting harder to focus on the game, spacing out as you start to deep throat him. Though you’re muffling the sounds, it’s hard to miss the way you choke when he hits the back of your throat. The messy sound of slurping as more salvia covers his length.

Fuck, it’s dripping down to his balls. He’s going to lose his cool.

Trying to mask a moan with a cough, Felix moves his character onto the next location, seeking out an enemy to battle. “Where should we go next?” He moves closer to the microphone, making sure that the only thing it picks up is your voice and not the jingle of your bell. “I was thinking-fuck-m-maybe-“

You’ve started to bob your head faster, a hand cupping his balls and smothering the spit across them. That, mixed with the way your tongue is swirling around the length, has pushed him over the edge.

“I’ll be back.” He mumbles, quickly shutting off the microphone and switching the screen to a standby slide. Once he double checks that everything is turned off, he throws his headphones on the desk and lets his head hit the back of his chair. “God-fucking-damn.”

Felix’s fingers lace through your hair, helping move your head a little faster over his cock. Fuck, this is euphoric. This isn’t the first time you’ve blown him during a stream, but it is the first time that he’s had to pause it because of your mouth.

He’s dizzy. Sweating. So close to the edge that he could almost cry.

“That’s it, puppy.” Moans are intertwining with his words, deep voice becoming pitchier with need. “Doing so good, fuck-“

The praise just makes you more eager, squeezing his balls a little harder. You don’t let up, even as your boyfriend tugs on your hair, taking control of the movements. His hips move quickly, nose pressed against his pubic bone as he fucks your face.

“Want a treat, huh?” He says breathlessly, cock twitching in your mouth.

You nod eagerly, looking up to meet his dark eyes. A part of you wishes his viewers could see him like this — flushed, sweaty, fucked out. All because of you.

The eye contact doesn’t waver even as he fills your mouth, cum rolling down your throat. Your eyes flutter shut, savoring the feeling of it’s warmth. There’s so much of it, a steady flow pooling in your mouth. Once he’s sure he’s done, Felix pulls out, letting you swallow it whole.

Patting your cheek, he gives you a warm smile.

“Go back to sleep. I’m sure I’ll lose again.”

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astraltrickster · 2 months

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I feel there's a disconnect between trends in kids' and teenagers' interests and skills as analyzed and reported by teachers and other people who work with kids and teenagers extensively, how those reports are read by adults who DON'T work with kids and teenagers other than perhaps their own, and how those reports are interpreted by the kids and teenagers.

I can't help but suspect that this is a major factor at the core of the perennial problem of generational disconnect.

For example, let's look at the declining rate of casual PC usage and basic PC skills.

What a teacher might say: "I teach a high school class using xyz computer software and it's worrying me that over the last several years, out of every class, there have been at least a small handful of students who don't know how folders work, or how to use a physical keyboard, or who send cell phone photos of their screens as "screenshots", and hell, some don't even know the difference between a laptop and a desktop computer. This wasn't nearly as common ~10 years ago. The system for the years before mine used to teach more of the basics, and now I'm seeing evidence that just expecting people to get it on their own isn't working, and that's a problem."

The reality that this statement is about: A decline from a basic computer literacy rate of (just as an example, absolutely not to be taken as an objective fact) 90% to 80% and even sharper at intermediate to advanced levels, starting with the most underprivileged, in a world where PC usage is still critical for a huge chunk of the professional world, is a VERY bad sign. It represents technical knowledge becoming more and more of a class divider, in a way that has the potential to snowball. We're still in early stages, and it's FAR from being the fault of the ~10% of kids who would have been taught computer basics if they'd been born 10-15 years prior, but it IS real and it shows that we need to make formal classes in PC basics more normal and accessible again, instead of just expecting people to pick it up by osmosis, because that experiment isn't working.

What entirely too many adults hear: Generations Z and alpha are stupid spoiled idiots about technology who don't know computer, they only know how to app store, TikTok, selfie, eat hot chip, and lie! Which is their own fault, obviously. If they just paid attention to their teachers instead of Instagram and Twitter everything would be fine!

What teenagers hear: Man, adults just loooove to look at the teenagers who are doing the worst and make shit up about the downfall of society or whatever, meanwhile all my friends and I know how to use a computer, the only problem is a bunch of old fuddy-duddies talking shit about how back in their day they had to walk 15 miles in the snow uphill both ways just to go to the bathroom, AGAIN.

Because it's hard to see the a pattern like this, especially in fairly early stages, as a matter of statistics. Humans kind of suck at intuiting statistics. We want hard and fast rules. As far as our brains often see it, anything with a probability over 50% is a certainty; anything under 50% is an impossibility. If you're in a room of 10 people, and you ask who doesn't know the basics of a computer, it won't make much difference whether one person raises their hand, or two - either way, if you throw a paper ball at a random person, you're far more likely to hit someone who can install a program than someone who can't. Meanwhile, if you ask all the people in several of those 10-person groups who raised their hands to go to another room, and you see twice as many people as 5 years ago, it's easy to think that NO ONE knows how to use a computer anymore. Whichever side you look at, it's black and white. Either nearly everyone knows how to use a computer, or nearly no one does; it's black and white. Easy numbers. Comfortable.

So far distorted from the realities that created the numbers that it might as well be from an alien planet.

And thus, not only do a lot of people end up not seeing the problem for what it is, but people just end up having pointless fights over which of those black-and-white views is correct, because according to immediate intuitive monkey-brain, it CAN'T be somewhere in the middle. It's very hard to truly, deeply recognize the fact that "most young people still have basic computer literacy" and "the number of young people who DON'T have the skills they need to compete in a tech-oriented professional world is increasing at an alarming rate" can both be true statements at the same time.

Now let's just ask ourselves, how many OTHER trends and shifts across generations have we fallen into the trap of talking about like this?

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bbrissonn · 1 year

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can I get a request where kylian is always being dramatic or protective whenever the reader is out partying with friends without him cause he have away games. He always say “where are you” or “who are you with” and cannot control himself from worrying and sometimes think the reader is with a guy if she doesn’t pick up his call immediately.. 🥺🥺

under the cut !

also, im sorry i haven't written in a long time, i've just been very busy with work and school :))

also i didn't do the full request, just mainly the part of kylian always wanting to know where the ready is. hope you enjoy !

warnings: not proofread

your eyes rolled the back of your head as you felt your phone buzz in your pocket once again. this was probably the fifth time in the last minute it had done so, meaning Kylian finished watching his movie at home.

ky💕 : chérie where are youuuuu

ky💕 : the beds cold without you :(

ky💕 : you should leave your friends right now and come cuddle with me

ky💕 : pretty please

ky💕 : bébéééééé répond moi :((( [answer me]

instead of answering any of his messages, you decided on just calling him instead, hoping it'd be a better way of having him leave you alone.

"mon amour! thank god you called me! do you need me to come pick you up?" kylian asked as soon as he answered the phone, making you roll your eyes once again. you had barely been gone for two hours and he was already freaking out.

"kyky, love, you can't drive, and even if you could drive, i'm not leaving until tomorrow mor--"

"what!" he exclaimed loudly, making you quickly pull your phone away from your ear. you sent a look to your friends before stepping outside of your friend's house.

"kylian, i told you i'd be spending the night here like 2 weeks ago. and i reminded you before i left."

"i thought you were just joking with me." he said in a sad tone, making your heart ache a little. the two of you didn't get to spend much time together because of your busy schedules, but you had planned this night with your girls almost a full month ago, long before you knew if kylian was going to have a day off or not.

"i'm sorry, ky. but i promised the girls i'd be here." you whispered softly into the phone, your eyes looking at the city in front of you.

"it's okay, chérie. have fun, je t'aime."

"je t'aime."

a groan slipped past your lips as you slowly opened your eyes, the sound of your phone buzzing under the pillow waking you up. another groan was heard once you realized it was kylian texting you again.

ky💕: y/nnnnn

ky💕: i cant sleep chérie

ky💕: why did you have to leave me :(

ky💕: i feel so small in this giant bed

you rolled your eyes as another groan left your mouths before your fingers flew over your keyboard, quickly sending him a message before turning off your phone and putting in silent mode.

my y/n/n🤍 : kylian for the love of god, go to sleep it's 3 am !!

to no one's surprised you were met with almost 50 texts and missed calls from your boyfriend the next morning, something your friends were quick to tease you about.

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jarofstyles · 10 months

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How is sugar baby h? I miss my bf(love your writing btw !!)

Hi my lovely, thank you so much! I can write a little bit about them now :) I am working on a full one shot but here is a little piece of their day.

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Harry enjoyed the days that Y/N stayed home from work.

Especially the days where she would be coerced into relaxing by him.

"Babe- s'your day off." Harry gave her a look as he saw her laptop sitting under the yellow umbrella shading one of their tables. The pool was a crisp blue and the heat was just starting to get slightly uncomfortable so the man had no idea why she would prefer to sit on the computer. "It'll overheat, and you need to take some time for yourself."

Y/N sighed, still typing away at the keyboard as she listening to the pretty man standing next to her with his arms crossed. She knew that she should be- but the woman had a very hard time relaxing. Working was what she liked to do, it was her habit. As a diagnosed workaholic, she had brought Harry into her life to go to events with her and to provide him with what she needed. Somehow, he had turned into a bit of her keeper. Being a fairly dominant woman, she didn't take kindly to most people telling her what to do- but her and Harry had a 50/50 split most of the time. He was now there to help her relax.

"I know, darling. I'm finishing up some emails so I can be ahead and then relax." She replied, not taking her eyes off of the screen.

"Are you caught up with what you're supposed to be?" Harry got closer to her side, peeping over her shoulder to the mass of emails in her inbox. He was very happy that his job was to make music, keep the house, pleasure this fucking stunning woman, and be a pretty face. He would rather choke than deal with that.

"Yes, but just being caught up isn't good enough. I need to be ahead." She always said this. It made him sigh, shaking his head as he leant down and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as she sat. It was time for him to do his job.

"S'bullshit, baby." He nuzzled against her neck, feeling the gold chain of her necklace against his lips. "I know you need to relax. You need a break. It's what m'here for, isn't it?" Pillowy lips pressed against her warm skin, his hair tickling the side of her face as her hands stuttered on the keyboard. He knew her weaknesses by heart. Maybe that’s why he was so good at getting what he wanted- besides his pretty face. "Wanted me to make sure you didn't overwork yourself to exhaustion, right? Can be whatever you want." his kisses were wet against the sensitive skin, teeth taking the chain into his mouth and tugging it slightly before running his fingers down her chest. "D'you want me to be your good boy? Or do you need Daddy t'fuck you stupid?" He nudged his nose against her jaw, slipping his fingers underneath her bathing suit top and cupping the soft breasts in his palms. "Here to make you happy, to make you feel good. Just tell me what you need."

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yulin-pop · 1 year

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↛ ❀ 2023 Kickoff

Idia Shroud

“I don’t wanna be alone.” | “Me neither.”

“Hey, have you heard about the rumor floating around?” Idia asked with an excited voice.

You raised your eyebrow, “Which one exactly? There’s like 50.” You said back into your mic. You heard the clicking of a keyboard as Idia spoke.

“The one about that ghost.”

“Okay, Idia, I literally live with ghosts—“

“No, like evil spirits with intentions to kill.”

“Uhhh like Eliza the ghost bride that tried to bring you into the afterlife?”

“Shut up! That’s not funny so stop laughing.”

You continued to laugh into your mic. After you settled down, he went on. “It’s a ghost. It actually tries to kill live students. The teachers have had it under control for the most recent years because they sealed it away but I think the seal is weakening… There’s been reports of students being attacked in the halls when they’re alone…”

You shrugged at the thought of it. “It’s okay, all we have to do is stay away from the hallways at dark. I know you like to stay away from the halls period.” You teased. You expected an upset response but he didn’t respond that way.

“They say the ghost was sealed away at Ramshackle Dorm and when it’s not attacking students, it’s there…”

You went silent and looked around your room. There weren’t the usual ghosts that would be bothering you. Where did they go..?

Your silence made Idia continue, “I-I mean, it make sense because Ramshackle wasn’t abandoned for no reason. Maybe that’s why.” Idia quickly added. Your whole body tensed and you could feel your body begin to sweat.

“I don’t wanna be alone…” You whispered with fear in your voice.

“Me neither.”

“Wait why? You’re not the one that might be living with a murderous spirit!” You loudly said.

“Well I’ve already been kidnapped by that ghost lady. That was a near death experience! I don’t wanna go through that again.”

You sighed, “I’m kinda scared… Do you think I should risk it?”

Idia hummed to himself and tilted his head up. “Probably no— Wait risk what??”

“Risk leaving. Do you think the ghost will attack me if I make a run for it.”

“Oh yeah definitely.”

He heard some shuffle in the back and you picked up your phone. “Don’t tell me you’re actually gonna—“

Your laugh cut him off and your flipped your camera to show your surroundings. You stepped down the stairs and suddenly there was a loud thud. Your camera lagged but you seemed to leap at the door to escape.

Idia shrieked in fear, he doesn’t endanger but you were! The connection soon cut and Idia shook his head.

“Oh my god.”

He lowered his head, banging his head against his desk causing a loud noise. Ortho waltzed in with concern and approached him.

“Did you fail a level again?” Ortho asked but the lack of response said everything. “So it must be something else!”

The next few minutes felt like hours for Idia, what should he do? Did you die? Did the ghost get you?

He really couldn’t imagine what happened to you.

Until there was motion detected at the entry way to the dorm. It wasn’t a dorm student, all students had been confirmed to be present and inside the building already.

Idia and Ortho checked the cams and low and behold, it was you. They could see you slouching against the door.

“D-did they run all the way here?” Idia asked; as if the answer wasn’t obvious.

The two brothers rushed down stairs and opened the door for you. You sighed in relief and grabbed onto Idia’s forearms for support.

“Just give me a second. My stomach is cramping from all that running.” You cried.

“I thought you died!”

“I was bound to disconnect. I have no Wi-Fi away from Ramshackle!”

You two bickered back and forth like a married couple with Ortho standing there. He tilted his head.

“What’s this all about?”

You and Idia turned your heads and thought back to what initially caused this.

“Uh ghosts—“ “Death—“ “Ramshackle felt spooky so I ran.” “Evil spirit that attacks students.”

Ortho raised an eyebrow, “Those rumors about an evil ancient ghost that has been floating around.”

The two of your nodded your heads.

“It’s not true! It’s just a silly rumor a second year made up!” Ortho sighed. “I expected better from you two…!”

You clenched your fists and pointed your finger in Idia’s face. “W-well I only got spooked because he kept on feeding me lies. The atmosphere in Ramshackle plus all of that ghost junk scared me!”

“Are you seriously turning this on me? You know what… Go back! I don’t want you here.”

“No way! Not after I ran so far— it’s so dark and scary out there DON’T KICK ME OUT PLEASE!”

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud

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spinebuster · 1 year

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It's been requested so here it is: my gif tutorial! I hope to make this very simple as I've made gif making very simple for myself with the help of .atn made by myself and others. More under the cut!

First, what you'll need.

Photoshop (here's a link to a masterlist of free photoshop resources from birdysources)

KMPlayer, to get your screencaps.

These PS actions. (My gifmaking one, and this sharpening action from insomniacgifs.)

Some understanding of how to color gifs (I'll be linking my psd shown here, as well as including the process of making one.)

Next, how to get the videos that you want to gif.

I personally source my videos from Youtube, Twitter, and streaming services. (Firefox browser is your best friend, as it doesn't black out the screen that some services have.) If a Youtube Video Downloader isn't working, or if I'm capturing my own footage, I use the Xbox Game Bar's recording feature (windows + alt + r) to capture footage. There's also applications like OBS Studio. For Twitter, I use twittervideodownloader.com

Now, making the gif.

I use Photoshop CC 2018, but any PS with a timeline will work. But first, we gotta take our screencaps. Open your video in KMPlayer, and press alt+v. This will open up this second screen

These are my settings, with an easily accessible folder that I save my frames to. Find the scene you want to clip, and hit start & play your video, then stop when you have the frames you want.

Next up we're going to open up Photoshop. I changed my keyboard shortcuts so all I've got to do is hit ctrl+alt+o, but for you guys, you gotta go to File -> Scripts -> Load Files Into Stack

Select your screencaps of the scene you want to gif. Now that Tumblr allows gifs up to 10MB, the amount of caps you want is totally up to you. I stick to around 45-50, but sometimes there's a scene I need that's up to 150+ caps, and it still fits under the size limit. It all depends on the dimensions and coloring of your gif. I'm loading up 51 frames as the sharpening .atn deletes the final frame of your gif once it reverts back to frames, so I'll have an even 50 framed gif.

Your PS should look like this. Here comes the gif making itself. You want to hit Create Frame Animation at the bottom, where your timeline is. If your timeline isn't already open, click your Window tab up top, and find timeline in the dropdown.

After you hit Create Frame Animation, you want to Make Frames From Layers, which you'll find when you click the three lines on your timeline.

Then, reverse your frames.

Finally, Select All Frames, click the arrow on the frames, and change the frame delay to .06 seconds.

Way to go! You've made a gif! Now, if you're like me, you'll get tired of having to do that over & over when making a gifset. So, I recorded and uploaded an .atn, which means all you gotta do is load up your frames, hit play on the .atn, and your gif is good to go. I'll link it again so you don't have to lose your place in the tutorial.

So you've made your gif, now what? Now we crop, sharpen, color, and save for the web. Let's get to it.

Tumblr dimensions can be tricky, but they're easy to remember. (I even made a little graphic for it!)

For my tutorial, my Jamie gif will be 268 x 268 :)

Here is my unsharpened, unedited gif of Jamie Hayter. I believe this clip was snagged from YouTube, but it's been awhile since I saved it. I use insomniacgifs' gif sharpening atn, as I hate manually sharpening gifs. So let us run that real quick. (I'll be using the Strong option. Don't forget to delete the final frame.)

Onto coloring! The example I whipped up for this tutorial is super simple, so let's go!

I typically edit the curves first. I'm not sure why, just something I picked up from my photo journalism class back in HS.

Next, I add a little brightness. (+10)

Then, I mess with Selective Color, just a bit. (Neutrals, Black +10. Blacks, Black +5.)

Now, I don't know exactly what Channel Mixer does, but it's fun. Here's my settings.

Some Saturation (+5)

And lastly, I edit the Color Balance!

Aaaaand here's my final product! I also uploaded this as a PSD for you to save and use yourself!

Once your gif is all done, we need to save it properly. File -> Export -> Save for Web (Legacy). Here are my settings.

Note: Make sure your looping options is set to forever so your gif doesn't loop once and freeze!

And that's it! I hope this helped, and if you have any questions, my ask box is open!

#tutorial #gif tutorial #photoshop tutorial #wweedit #wrestlingedit #aewedit #*tutorial #keyara.gif #she's here!!#long post

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so-long-soldier-writes · 2 months

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absolutely random kol mikaelson headcanons

huge maneskin fan

has an anxious habit of biting his nails that bex often scolds him for doing

heavily reliant on autocorrect whenever he texts

he can spell just fine, but is still getting used to the small keyboard

a lot of the time, he pushes 'enter' instead of the send button, expecting it to send, but it just makes a new paragraph and his texts are never actually sent

it pisses his siblings off big time

canonically spends time in records shops to flirt with girls, but secretly has a record player and owns many albums

100% pulls harmless pranks on his siblings, and 50% of the time, they never realize it was him

but one time, he meant to scare bex by hiding behind a door, and accidentally scared elijah, and the man had a fit of rage at his youngest brother after nearly jumping out of his own skin

thinks damon would be a cool friend / murder / prank buddy if they could put aside their differences (wanting each other dead) and give it a try

definitely has mommy issues (what mikaelson doesn't?), but his make him more passive than aggressive

the only people he's ever opened up to, he's ended up killing out of fear of his secrets being shared

loves a good fruity cocktail every now and then, but it's a secret he guards with his life

bonus points if the straw has an umbrella

was never actually going to kill jeremy, he just wanted to get under bonnie's skin

however, he was ready to kill any of them that wanted to raise silas

and would've killed april young for fun had she not been a friend of his sister's, and he and his sister were getting along that day

has a playlist full of songs from musicals that is locked from his profile, just in case one of his siblings look at his account (btw, elijah pays for the family spotify account)

and since elijah pays for spotify, kol pays for netflix, bex pays for disney+, and klaus pays for hbo

they all get the money from the same place, but they feel like they're making meaningful contributions to the family by putting their names on these specific bills

when kol died, bex was not happy about having to pay for two streaming services, but she was not about to miss out on finishing the shows she had started

when kol came back, she immediately gave him back his payment responsibility

whenever they're pissed at each other, they change the password and the one at whom they're mad has to complete a series of puzzles to get access to the new password

kol started this, but klaus does it the most

has a secret affinity for iced coffee, and goes ham for pumpkin spiced lattes every year

pumpkin flavored everything, really

when bex finds out, the teasing never ceases

kol and bex spend halloween together watching movies all day, but then going out and scaring children at night

elijah chides them for being childish, so sometimes they sneak out before he can ruin the fun

wants to kill matt donovan solely for the fact that he slept with his sister

wanted to kill him before, but now it's personal

secretly adores hope, even though klaus doesn't let him near her

braids her hair whenever his brother isn't around, then says elijah or bex did it, and klaus doesn't question it

has tea parties with her and lets her paint his nails

when klaus finally catches them, hope defends her uncle, and her father reluctantly lets them continue to hang out

weapon of choice has been a baseball bat ever since he got a huge satisfaction out of hitting damon with one

likes caroline over cami when it comes to klaus' dating life

likes that caroline persistently rejected him despite his multiple attempts to woo her

painted itty bitty ghost into one of klaus' paintings and he has yet to notice

lives in fear of the day he finally does notice (but not enough to regret doing it)

doesn't often drink so much he gets drunk, but on bourbon, he's a rather upset drunk, however on wine, he's a very giggly drunk

touchier than people would think, and many never realize until he is drunk and lets his guard down a little

has a fear of tight spaces

much prefers being a witch, but also enjoys the thrill of tearing off someone's head with his teeth

no outfit is complete without a little bit of blood

#i forgot i wrote these #kol mikaelson headcanons #also some mikaelson family ones sprinkled in there #kol mikaelson #tvd fanfiction

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bamsara · 2 years

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Half IT here, how long have you had Arson? and I would make sure the fans are actually working and not just making funny sounds that sound like they're working- maybe keep an eye on the battery inside in case it starts to expand or anything (or replace if its really old)

And my ps4 overheats, but i just have wooden blocks under its four corners to keep heat from trapping under it. Maybe a similar set up could help?

This is he:

I've had him for a few years now, about 4+ ish I think?

Lets walk over to the power settings real quick-whoops, accidently unplugged Arson from the wall /j

It says 2 minutes Arson can't survive but maybe 30 seconds max. Do not suggest replaceing the battery, please, I have tried everything in my power to get one.

Dell has discontinued my laptop's battery and would rather me trade it in for 1/8th of the price I paid for it to get a new laptop, and the only other alteranate part I could find has been out of stock for 11 months. I'm mad about it and made like 50 posts about how technology isn't meant to last anymore and big companies bank on it but alas.

anyway

The fans work fine, they're not making any noise and they respond just fine when I change the settings, and automatically if I run something intensive, and I've cleaned them so there's no dust.

Take a look at temp core:

Everything looks good now. I was going to run skyrim or something intensive like what I use daily, like art programs or stream labs, or even calmly writer, but I don't want to deal with a hotter keyboard at the moment lkdhgslkdgs. Twitch stream chat sometimes gets to view the tempcore live and watch the numbers, and it's pretty funny.

I usually get a notifciation if it gets too hot and will shut off to protect the system, so I shut it down or use ice/fridge trick and it works.

Also I know it's a joke but Arson really DOES work as a pretty good heater in winter months. The back of the laptop is basically a big vent that pumps out hot air.

Sometimes he crashes randomlybut thats,,fine. Dell's hardware tests dont bring up anything I don't already know and I have a SDD and extra internal harddrive thats a Terabytes worth so it's not storage

(I have money put back for a new laptop when this shell yeets, since it's slowly deterioating, so it'll be fine when it does as long as my art and stuff is backed up)

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Just thinking about obsessed stalker!jake jensen owning a custom made sex doll that looks exactly like you.

Not only does he fuck the doll but also treats it like a real person. He’s your top fan on your streaming website (the porn type😏). He showers with ‘you’, sleeps with ‘you’, has breakfast, lunch and dinner with ‘you’. Spends almost 24/7 with ‘you’, the only time he is not with the doll is when he follows real you, while you a grocery shopping or something like that. One time you even talked to him, asking if he knew where the pasta sauce is, he almost passed out. That night he fucked ‘you’ harder than ever before.

He always listens to recordings of you moaning during your life streams, while fucking the doll and just so you know, he goes for hours without a single break.

OH MY DAYS

You and You and Me

Warnings: Soft!Dark!Jake Jensen, Literal Doll!Reader/Sex Worker!Reader(afab), mentioned stalking, obsession, yandere behaviour, squirting

He groans, watching the thick purple vibrator slip inside your abused pussy. God it's like fucking torture. But he knows your body, he knows that you won't be hold back much longer. Fuck, he hopes you squirt.

"Look how fucking messy you are, doll." His fingers dig into the plastic, lube smearing across his thighs as he fucks you in time with the vibrator. Jake buries his nose into your hair and inhales. He can smell the hair products you use, so fucking happy he followed you around the store last month.

On screen you're begging, you're desperate to cum now. Jake's free hand moves across his keyboard.

Cum on my cock, doll, make a fucking mess.

He sweetens the command with a $50 tip. And fuck do you listen. Your body jerks, thrusting the vibe in harder and faster. Just at the last minute you pull out the toy and furiously rub your clit. Your juices drip from your swollen pussy and onto your blanket. It doesn't spray like he wants, but it's good enough for now.

He fucks you harder. If you can't do it, you will now with him. His dick twitches, he's close but it's missing something. Jake pulls up his favourite audio clip of you. Your breathy little moans surround his apartment and he flips you over until you're riding his cock.

His finger wrap around your loose crop top. You hadn't even noticed it was missing from your wash basket last week. He uses it as leverage to pull you down harder on his dick. As the recording of you grows needier, your gasps of pleasure being drawn out, he fumbles for the remote on the coffee table. He pushes a button, your pussy rhythmically squeezing his cock now.

Jake groans, matches the slapping sound in your audio that he knows is real. He knows you get that fucking wet for him, just like you do.

"Cum on my cock again, doll," he grunts. "Fucking soak me."

Just as you let out a squeal, a "yes, Daddy", Jake pulls the trigger at the back of you. You spray your release over him, ruining his couch with your juices. He cums so fucking hard he sees stars, his vision goes blurry at the side.

It takes him a moment to get a clear head again, for feeling to return to his limbs. He wipes you down the towel he had underneath him. Gently, he cleans up the cum leaking out of your hole and the mess on his lap. He puts you to bed carefully, promises he'll be back soon.

He bundles up the towel, the blanket and some dirty socks and heads down to the basement laundry to clean up from your love making.

"Hey, 4C," you smile at him, a basket tucked under your arm. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"You can just call me, Jake," he grins.

#sloth asks #nonnie #jake jensen #jake jensen smut #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x fem!reader #jake jensen x reader #dark fic

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moregraceful · 3 months

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Stayed up incredibly past my bedtime last night for many reasons both good and bad, but now I'm suffering....but I do have fic for WIP Wednesday

Also pls note that I will add diacritics, I just usually do a find + replace at the end of doc bc the way I have to do diacritics on an American keyboards fucks with the flow of writing

What if I was a goalie...and YOU were a goalie...what if we were BOTH goalies....in the desert

;;

Philipp has all the goalies, rookies, rostered, invites, all, over to his house for a barbecue that he has catered. Chris makes merciless fun of him when he gets there early to help Philipp set up; Philipp smiles at him like he wants something from Chris, and Chris can kind of guess what, but then the doorbell starts ringing.

Ales spends a lot of time badgering Chris about Coachella at the party. Is it warm, what is the food like, where does he live, what is the team like, what size are the cars, how are the fans, what is California like, how far away are they from Seattle, what is it like, how does it all fit together, where does Christ fit in, where will he. Philipp watches from the other side of the yard, drink in hand, and even though he’s surrounded by kids destined for the ECHL, he still raises his glass to Chris. Good luck, he mouths.

Chris and Ales get sent down shortly after, surprising absolutely no one. Joey looks hurt, somehow, when Briere tells them all in a meeting, all the goalies left at the end of camp, who is getting sent down and where. Like Joey really thought he could keep Chris with him. Chris wonders where the kid gets it. Joey’s too old to think that he can play with his friends if he’s good enough to the world around him.

Ales and Chris go to the desert. Philipp and Joey stay in Seattle. Chris drives Ales and Marian down from Seattle to Palm Desert in his SUV and learns 50 new Czech and Slovak insults in a day and half. They don’t stop anywhere for the night; no time. Him and Marian switch off driving, since Ales doesn’t have an American driver’s license, and Marian is a trooper, doesn’t complain at all.

Late night driving through some fuck ass part of the Central Valley, when the car is quiet except for a playlist Philipp made for Chris playing in the background and Marian snoring in the backseat, Chris glances at Ales. Ales had tasked himself with keeping the two of them awake at night, but he’d been silent for so long that Chris wondered if he’d fallen asleep.

Ales has his face pressed to the window. Chris clicks his tongue to get his attention. Ales looks over. He looks fascinated.

“I have never seen so many cows in one pen,” he says.

Chris pulls off at a rest stop to stretch his legs; four hours left in the drive and Marian is passed the fuck out in the third row. He gets out of the car and Ales follows him to a picnic table under fluorescent lights.

He’s wearing a Kraken jersey Chris lent him for the drive. It has Chris’s old number on it. Chris feels something curl tight in his chest at the sight.

He sits across from Ales at the picnic table. Ales hands him some weird Pacific Northwest stimulant drink that’s supposed to fuck with your gut less than Red Bull. It tastes like flat carbonated water, but Chris has to admit it has not yet given him stomach upset.

Chris takes it and cracks it open. He drinks half of it, making a face, before handing it back to Ales.

Ales actually likes that kind of PNW granola shit, is the problem. He’s a good culture fit. Philipp had whispered it in Chris’s ear when he hugged him goodbye; take care of the guy, he’s a good fit for the franchise, just like you.

Chris sits across from Ales. He studies Ales: the laugh lines around his eyes, his strong jaw, his thinning hair that he doesn’t gel outside of game days, sticking out from under Chris’s hoodie. He looks at Ales’s hands, his strong fingers, his thick wrists. His knees bump against Chris’s because the picnic table is small.

Ales looks back. Whatever he sees in Chris makes him smile.

#unfortunate birdcage fanfictions

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