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sakurablossomsagain · 2 years

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SHINee - Don't Call Me - Wallpapers for Desktop (Parte 3)

Source: https://www.uhdpaper.com/search?q=shinee&by-date=true&i=0

#SHINee #Lee Tae Min #lee taemin #Choi Min Ho #choi minho #minho #taemin #onew #key #don't call me #wllpapers #wallpaper #wallpapers for desktop #desktop #HD #4K #b&w

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genshinresource · 1 year

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N0va Desktop Live Wallpapers Collection

Hey there, I guess everyone already knew about the N0va Desktop app right? I've converted all Genshin live wallpapers from N0va (Windows version) to MP4 and I'm sharing them in case anyone wants to grab their favorites without having to download the app.

There are two types of Genshin live wallpapers in N0va, one with audio and one without. Those with audio are the same scenes and BGM we see from HoYo's extended plays while those without audio are mostly game version key visuals and preview page home screen artworks. I'll leave both links here for your convenience, enjoy!

Google Drive: With Audio | Without Audio

New LWs will be uploaded to these folders when they're out. Edit: They're all at 1080p as I think the 2K version is redundant (and to save more GDrive space).

#genshin impact #assets #videos #N0va Desktop Live Wallpapers

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simstorian-blog · 2 months

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Granada Place

(CC List + Links)

World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Skyward Palms

Lot Size: 30 x 20

(4 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms)

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Used

Expansion Packs

Cats & Dogs

City Living

Cottage Living

Discover University

For Rent

Get Famous

Get Together

Growing Together

High School Years

Horse Ranch

Seasons

Snowy Escape

Game Packs

Dream Home Decorator

Jungle Adventures

Spa Day

Kits

Desert Luxe

Build Mode

Felixandre

Chateau Pt. 1

Chateau Pt. 2

Florence Pt. 1 (Armchair, Bouquet, Fresco Mural)

Harlix

Baysic Bathroom (Floor Tiles, Modern Wipe, Trash can)

Harrie

Brownstone Pt. 2 (Traditional Arch Medium, Traditional Door Medium)

Klean Pt. 3 (Painted Wall w Wooden Skirting, Painted Plaster Walls)

Lili’s Palace

Folklore (Skanzen Big Barn Door - 1)

Sooky88

English Country Wall Set – Wallpaper with Subway Tiles

Scandinavian Wall Set – Wallpapers with Tiles

Buy Mode

CharlyPancakes

Lavish

The Lighthouse Collection

Precious Promises (Lustre Small)

Telly

Felixandre

Chateau Pt. 3

Chateau Pt. 4

Chateau Pt. 5 (All decorative items)

Chateau Pt. 7 (drawer, silk rug)

Colonial Pt. 2 (Potted Palm Tree)

Grove Pt. 1 (Potted Olive Tree)

Grove Pt. 4 (Potted Lemon Tree)

Harlix

Baysic (Double Beeding w Blanket, Packs Clothing)

Livin’ Rum (Coffee Table Tray, Phone and Keys)

Orjanic Pt. 2

Harrie

Coastal Pt. 5 (Foot Stool, Rug)

Coastal Pt. 6

Coastal Pt. 7 (Double Bedframe, Full Length Mirror, Lamp, Wool Rug)

Coastal Pt. 8 (Coffee Pouffe Table, Ottoman, Roman Blinds – 2 Tile)

Country (Ottoman)

Octave Pt. 4 (Light Switches)

Myshunosun

Lottie (Throw Blanket)

Macaron Kitchen (Bar Stool)

Gale Dining (Wine Bottle, Wine Glass)

Peacemaker

Elsie Bedroom (Upholstered Chair)

Gwendoline Sofa

Hampton Retreat (Seaside Prints)

Vara Office (Desktop PC)

Pierisim

Domaine Du Clos Pt. 2 (Armchair, Fireplace)

Domaine Du Clos Pt. 3 (Nightstand, Wall Lamp Left & Right)

MCM Pt. 3 (Narrow Rug Long)

Oak House Pt. 4 (Accent Table, Folded Towels, Moisture Cream, Shampoo, Shower Gel)

Oak House Double Bedding

Oak House Double Bedframe

Oak House Pt. 6.2 (Narrow Leather Shelf)

Vera Bathroom (Bathrobe, Mounted Hook, Mounted Towel Holder, Soap, Toilet Kit)

Woodland Ranch (Both Double Bedframes, Nightstands, Old Rug, Wardrobe Small)

Woodland Ranch Pt. 3 (Lamps, Paintings, Wooden End Table)

Pyszny

Oak & Concrete (Magazines)

Ravasheen

Motivational Speaker

Severinka

Industrial Light II – Ceiling Lamp A

Simplistic

RusticLife Rug

Sundays

Kediri Pt. 1 (Throw Pillow Solids)

Sumba Pt. 1 (Pillow Set I)

Yarra Pt. 3 (Bed Pillows)

TaurusDesign

Eliza Walk in Closet

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DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

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#simstorian #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 #cc #ts4 simblr #build #sims 4 build #oasis springs #residential lot

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artisticstuffs · 1 year

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— [♡] shinee key ; killer desktop wallpaper

like or reblog or cr shineefilms ♡

please don't repost ♡

#shinee #shinee wallpaper #key #key wallpaper #lgbtq #lgbtq wallpaper #walpapers

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robsheridan · 1 year

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The Satanic Christmas Village collectible series of hand-crafted miniatures has charmed families for generations. From cozy sacrificial alters to the crackling glow of the lakes of fire, experience the magic of Christmas - in Hell! These sets are impossible to find in this realm, but thanks to my new wallpaper set, you can bring them into your holiday home.

I’ve always loved miniature scenes - dioramas, playsets, elaborate train sets, LEGOs, miniatures in movies, tiny little worlds of any kind - so I low-key love Christmas Villages. But I’ve always imagined one with a subtlety darker aesthetic that still felt oddly cozy/Christmassy. So naturally, I’ve been like a kid in a candy store since figuring out how to visualize the Gothmas Villages of my dreams in stunning detail using AI.

I’ve carefully edited, upscaled and polished 30 scenes in 4K desktop and hi-res mobile, which make great backdrops/screensavers for when you want some festive decor that isn’t quite what it seems when you look a little closer. And this is just the first of a few weird holiday wallpaper scenes I’ll be dropping on my Patreon between now and Christmas.

#rob sheridan #ai art #satanic art #gothmas #christmas village #wallpaper #christmas horror #creepmas #creepy christmas #nightmaires #midjourney #ai horror

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curekibouka-writing · 2 years

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hi! i would like to request some idia angst. the reader and him are in a very good relationship but all of a sudden the reader decides to break up. how would idia react to this, and is there any chance he could get them back?

One Way Or Another

Word count: 657

**Mild spoilers for Idia’s backstory in chapter 6**

A/N: So I totally could’ve written this as a headcanon because the format isn’t specified but I still haven’t emotionally recovered from chapter 6 yet, so I wanted to give Ortho a part in this and created a short scenario 😊 Plus, let’s just say this is a… um… wedding gift for Idia (see Ghost Marriage/Phantom Bride hahaha).

“Why?”

The hands that grab your arm are small and metallic. The voice that asks for an explanation is young and desperate. The same cannot be said about his brother who you used to love, whose back turned against you, and all you can see is his long fiery hair laying heavily on his hunched shoulders.

“Just tell us why… I’m sure nii-san can fix it!” You feel that Ortho’s fingers are securing more tightly around your arm, he has every intention to physically pull you back if he sees a need to.

“Let them be, Ortho.” And as if Idia was thinking about the same possibility, he firmly tells Ortho to stop.

Idia turns to look at you but does not close the distance between you. He does not stutter, does not speak at an erratic speed, but you see him turning his toes inward, you see him digging his fingers into his elbow, you see all the signs of his apprehension that you know so well, “I don’t like outsiders in my room. Please see yourself out.”

You complied. You know what it means to be shut out of his room.

Inside, Idia sighs in a most normal manner. His half-lidded eyes look as exhausted as usual when he throws himself on his gamer chair, puts his feet on the seat and props his head on his knees. He haphazardly changes his desktop wallpaper back to default just so you’re not there anymore.

Ortho examines the footage he caught of the wallpaper before it was removed.

Your face. His big brother’s face.

「Happy」

He likes that picture. It was, by calculation of probability, a very rare shot. It’s not every day that his big brother looks so

「very happy」

He doesn’t exactly have the words for it.

「Delighted」「Elated」「Blissful」

He knows a word that could apply to when Idia is with him wouldn’t suffice for when Idia was with you.

“Nii-san…” he floats to Idia in concern, “Are you sure this is okay? According to your physiological responses, you don’t seem to ‘like’ them any less than—“

“It’s enough.”

“Aah… I’m sorry if I said too much…“

“No,” Idia pats his little brother’s head gently, “I mean, I’ve had enough. It’s a good time to end.”

The young humanoid has no means to find out why, but his brother’s calmness makes him more uneasy than he had expected it would. “Nii-san… you don’t mean…”

“It’s just a spark between two high school students. This isn’t some romance shoujo manga, it’s just bound to end somehow.” Idia shrugs it off.

Somehow. One way or another.

If you hadn’t say it, one day he would be the one to say it. He knows too well what his cursed bloodline entails. This is as far as his freedom goes.

Yes, he is grateful you showed him a world so wide, so full of novelty and possibility. But he could never have climbed up to this world and dwell in it with you anyway, so nothing is lost when you take it from him.

Even if you had the key to his closed off heart, you had never had the key to the shackle on his legs. But for what you have done for him, he thinks you’ve done plenty.

He’s satisfied with the adventure.

“There are always new encounters in life, Ortho,” Idia tries to frame it in a way that his little brother would accept, “The legendary hero found his happy ending with his love. But in real life, our stories don’t have to end like that.”

And Ortho does, “Mm… if you say so. We can always go on another adventure again, together!”

Idia nods weakly. Brightly, steadily, cruelly, his blue hair continues to burn as he lightly seals the lock you had unlocked once again. He won’t let anyone touch it by mistake this time.

He’s satisfied with the adventure. Now it’s time to go home.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst writing #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #twst fanfic #ignihyde #ortho shroud #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst angst #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland writing #twst requests #twst x reader

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eupheme · 2 years

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Penny For Your Thoughts | Part 3.5 - Routine

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Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader

Rated E - 4.8k

Tags - age gap, (slight) daddy/authority kink, oral (m receiving), swallowing, light sub/dom, begging, teasing, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, piv, aftercare, fluff

Summary: You see the rest of the penthouse, and end the grand tour with a bang.

A/N - part ii of chapter 3! And pretty much pure smut 💕 If you missed part i, it is here!

He takes you back through the penthouse, this time to the right wing off the entryway. Winding down a hallway until he reaches two doors towards the end that match the others - carved from heavy wood, an oil painting spanning the wall between them.

Fingers curl around the round, ornate door knob as he twists and pushes it open. The room inside is slightly longer than it is wide, the floor a dark hardwood and covered with a rug. Built-ins, stacked high with books and small sculptures line the side wall, a ladder attached to a rung at the top.

There’s a chaise in a creamy, beige fabric tucked under the window, soft gray drapes pulled shut. Leather armchairs are tucked into the other corner - with the highlight being a heavy wooden desk and a long, curved monitor mounted to the wall just above it. A keyboard and a desk lamp underneath, not a wire in sight.

“This is my study.” He explains, with a gesture of his hand, “Usually when I call you, I’m in here.”

The rug is soft and plush under your toes when you walk in, unsure where to look first because you want to inhale it all. But your eyes keep coming back to his desk, and it’s there that you step towards first.

"Can I?" You ask, gesturing towards the leather office chair, and he pulls it away from the desk for you. It's soft under your touch, and you swivel to examine the monitor, the tiny logo edges on the frame, "How'd you get this? I thought the 49 inch is still on pre-order."

There's a silence at your shoulder, and you turn to glance up at him, eyebrows furrowed. He's watching you with interest, cupping his elbow with one palm, his thumb running over his bottom lip before answering.

"They are, this was a special order. Touch screen."

He's crowding you, leaning into your space to key a password, pulling up a mostly-blank desktop, a plain Wayne Enterprises logo as the wallpaper. He opens a webpage, showing you how to drag it wider with a touch of your fingertips.

“I like to keep up-to-date on like, tech and stuff. A hobby, I guess?" You can feel his silent question, so you beat him to it, explaining as your cheeks heat, “We haven’t been in my study much, but I can show you next time.”

And then your chair is swiveling again, turning you to face him.

"Mm. What were you saying earlier about hidden talents?" He's asking as he leans in, fingers catching your chin, tilting your face up.

His mouth meets yours, starting sweet before it turns hungry, his touch on your chin adjusting until he’s cupping your jaw. Kissing you until you’re out of breath, your fingers twisting in his sweater as he sighs, “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

“Why didn’t you sooner?” You breathe, trying to tug him back down, the edge of his mouth curving up.

“Because dove, seeing you here…” The words groaned out, his voice rough, “I knew once I started, I wouldn’t want to stop.”

“Then don’t.” You abandon tugging, hands gripping the arms of the chair to push yourself upward to meet him again - swallowing his soft moan as your soft mouth slots over his.

The chair shifts, bumping the desk and the monitor flickers back on, a low ping noting an incoming email. He pulls back with an annoyed growl as you whine, quickly glancing at the notification.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, I need to look at this for a moment. I’ve been trying to set up this meeting with our accountants for days.” His hand rubs your arm apologetically, and you reluctantly shift - sliding from the chair so that he can sit down, “Is that okay?”

Not kissing him was just about the last thing you wanted to do, but you could hear the reluctance in his voice. You supposed you could wait a few more minutes.

“I don’t mind. Can I stay here with you?” You ask hopefully, and he smiles.

“Of course. Please make yourself comfortable.”

There’s two short cabinets on either side of the desk, glass panels giving you a peek inside. You sink to your knees, head tilting to the side to read the spines.

It’s sorted by subject and then author, the spines lined up neatly, ranging from historical nonfiction to medical textbooks. It’s an interesting array and fitting, and you wonder how many he’s read - what else he might be interested in.

You’re still hunched over when you hear his voice above you.

“We do have chairs, dove.” Alfred idly comments, and there’s a teasing tone that makes your cheeks heat.

“I’m just looking.” And you are, your eyes drifting his way when he turns his attention back to the screen. Watching the way his fingers rub over his chin as he reads, eyes flicking behind the glasses.

And then you’re thinking back to the kitchen, the edge of his voice when he told you to ‘sit down’. It was forceful, bossy - but still full of care.

A man that was kind, but at one point was very used to being listened to. And with that thought you’re squirming, pressing your thighs together as you feel the hot pulse between them, the deep-rooted desire for him to talk to you that way again.

His thighs shift, the fabric of his trousers pulled tight, and your fingers are moving on their own - courage bolstered by the glass of wine warming your belly - tracing over the curve of his knee, and then upwards.

“What do you think you’re doing, dove?” He asks, glancing down to where your fingers slide against his leg.

Caught, you snatch your hand back, but he moves more quickly - his fingers curling around your wrist, dragging it back into place, until your fingertips graze his inner thigh.

“Sorry. You look….” Your words die out as you shift, and then you’re huffing a soft, embarrassed laugh, “I like watching you work.”

“Mm, I wouldn’t call that just ‘watching’.” But his legs inch further apart, giving your fingers more room to roam.

They brush higher, his leg flexing beneath your touch, until you reach the crease of his thigh, where you hesitate. Your cheek presses against his knee as you glance up, and find his eyes already on you, his scarred brow lifting in interest behind the frames as they meet.

Slowly, your palm flattens against him and his hips shift into your touch - his eyes closing as he inhales a short breath.

“Can I, please?” You ask, fingers curling around the curve of him, “You can keep working, I don’t mind.”

The breath exhales in a rough huff of amusement, “You don’t have to beg, darling.”

There’s a moment of hesitation - his fingers brushing your cheek, catching your chin between thumb and forefinger to tilt your face up to his. But you know what you want, feeling the embers that smolder in your guts, just waiting to flare to life.

Your words are quiet as you lean into his touch.

“And if I… if I want you to make me to?”

This gets his full attention, his work forgotten as your fingers carefully pluck at his belt, loosening the buckle. His hand shifts, his thumb running across your mouth until your lips part for him.

There’s a soft pressure against your lower lip, and your tongue peeks out to taste him. His thumb presses down against your teeth, your tongue. Your cheeks hollow as you suck, before letting him go with a wet ‘pop’ as you move between his spread knees.

“Oh, is that right?” His voice is low, “Do you need a firmer hand dove?”

And you’re holding back a moan, relieved and grateful. That’s something you like about him - Alfred never seems surprised by anything you ask, just merely questions for clarification. As if he’s used to the unexpected, and figured out long ago how to quickly interpret and accept them.

“Just for tonight.” You’re leaning into him, cheek pressed against the curve of his knee, “I need-”

But he’s interrupting you, the cool tone of his voice making you shiver, “Oh, I think I know just what you need, darling.”

And with those words you know he gets it, a sense of understanding layered in with the way he breathes out the words. His hips lift, shoving down layers until he can free himself, a hand wrapping around to pump his cock, smearing your spit across the head.

Your hands trace the outside of his thighs, rising up to sit on your heels - but he’s stopping you, his voice carefully stern, “You can wait, dove. I’m almost done.”

That brings you to a grinding halt, brows furrowing as you glance up at him, his hand still working him to full hardness, the other scrolling through the message he’s now focusing on - the ‘woosh’ from the speakers as he sends it.

It makes you squirm - the sudden uncertainty, the anticipation. It clings to you, making the back of your neck prickle, your fingers fisting fabric that wraps around his thighs. Watching the jerk of his fingers, the thick, stiff length of his cock that you want to put your mouth on so badly.

Enraptured enough that you don’t notice the way his gaze has turned back towards you, soaking in the way your want is written all over your features.

“Oh, just look at you. What has you so worked up, sweetheart?” His voice breaks your concentration, low and smooth as syrup, and you’re making a soft, eager sound.

“Please,” The words hiss through your teeth like a whine.

”Mm, and here I was, thinking you wanted to beg.” His hips flex upward, into the circle of his fist, “I think you can do better, can’t you? Ask me nicely.”

Oh. He’s doing this for you, you realize as your stomach twists into a knot, your heart rattling against your ribs. And then your words are coming in a soft rush, “Please, I want to taste you.”

His wrist doesn’t slow, a bead of precum welling at the tip, and your tongue is peeking out, your eyes flipping up to his. Where his jaw is tight, lips barely parted to suck in a breath as you blink up at him.

“Pretty.” Alfred acknowledges, but then his voice dips, “Again.”

But maybe he’s right, and you could do better. You hadn’t said it since the first night you were together, hadn’t felt that bone-deep level of need that made your inhibitions all but disappear.

“Please, daddy.”

With that, his eyes close with a low, deep groan, and you’re leaning to kiss the back of his hand, then the fingers wrapped around his cock. They loosen for you, until your lips are pressing against his shaft as you sigh in satisfaction.

Your tongue peeks out to taste him, sliding from base to the glossy tip, your own fist loosely wrapping around him - angling him so the tip of your tongue can flick over the slit before you take him into your mouth.

His groan is louder and lower than your soft one, your mouth opening to take him deeper, bobbing your head slowly to take more of him each time. Following the movement with your hand, each of your strokes making his cock more and more slick.

Alfred adjusts, pushing his hips closer to the edge of the seat, so you don’t have to crane your head so much, and you’re moving too - settling on your heels, squeezing your muscles, your thighs, as a hot pulse beats between them.

He tastes like skin and salt, silky smooth as you take him deep, down into your mouth and groan, the sound vibrating in your throat. His hands shift, unsure whether he wants to grab onto the chair, or you - and you decide for him, pulling back to tug your sweater over your head, letting it pool in your lap.

“Show me what you like.” You hum before your lips wrap around him again - eyes peeking up from under lashes, tugging a broad hand until it cradles the side of your head, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“This. You.” He chokes out as you find a rhythm, fist twisting as you tug on him, cheeks hollowing out as each breath of his comes faster. Your eyes stay on him, unblinking as your head bobs again and again, his lips parting, his hips flexing careful as he fucks your mouth.

Until each of his breaths is a low groan, and he’s warning you, telling you he’s close, how fucking good you’re doing. How if you don’t stop right now, darling he’s going to come in your mouth instead of your cunt, and your eyes are closing, taking him deeper, his other hand gripping his own thigh so tightly it leaves behind pink marks.

He comes with a ragged groan, spilling onto your tongue, down your throat as his body goes stiff, his hips flexing involuntarily into the tight heat of your mouth. You swallow him down, the bob of your head slowing until you’ve taken all of him.

Carefully easing off him with a self-satisfied smile, eyes roving over the expanse of skin, the column of his neck where his head tilts back against the chair.

Alfred’s eyes crack open, to where you’re running a knuckle over your lip, sucking it into your mouth, tasting a last drop of him again.

Voice low as he pushes up in the chair, gesturing to the connecting door between this room and the next, ”I want you in my bed. Now.”

Hauling you up with him as he leaves the chair, pressing a searing kiss against your mouth as you stumble with him to the door. Letting it all but bang open as he twists the handle, the rooms flowing into each other.

He leaves you to clean up in the en-suite bathroom, and you’re padding over to the bed - your skin flushed with desire, but too curious to resist peeking.

Unclasping your bra as the bathroom door clicks shut, shrugging it off as your eyes rove around the pale gray walls, a painting of the sea on a cloudy day. A heavy wardrobe takes up the space near the door leading to the hallway, and there’s a smaller door that must lead to a closet. A set of tufted chairs and a low, dark-stained table over a rug.

Sinking down onto the bed, sheets tucked in military-style, a blanket folded at the end - as you peel off your jeans, kick off your socks. Scooting back into the middle of the large bed, your head hits the cool pillow as you sink into the mattress.

Only then, when your face is turning, inhaling the scent of him on his sheets - clean linen and cologne - do your eyes close, your hands start to wander. Cupping a bare breast with one hand as your legs spread, your fingers brushing over the damp fabric of your panties.

Sighing out a groan as your hips lift, pressing your fingers against your clothed clit, finally easing a tiny bit of the ache. Your fingers are just slipping beneath the edge when a rough voice interrupts you.

“Starting without me? And I thought you were my good girl.”

He’s standing at the end of the bed, stripped bare from the waist up, the bed dipping as he lowers himself down to lay next to you. Nudging your fingers out of the way as your skin burns - as he curves on his side until his body maps yours, leaning down to capture your mouth with his.

His own fingers dip beneath the fabric, his touch feather-light as it skates over your slit, his groan sharp when he feels how hot and slick and wet you are. Sweeping slowly down, just teasing a finger against your entrance, before sliding to circle your clit. Repeating the circuit, before sinking knuckle-deep into you.

“You don’t know how often I’ve thought of this.” He kisses your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, “You, in my bed. Fucking you in it until you’re creaming on my cock.”

His mouth meets yours again and you’re moaning into it, one of your hands curving around the back of his neck to keep him close, the other tracing down to his wrist, trying to push his finger deeper into you, murmuring a broken “please” against his lips.

“So needy.” He croons as he pulls back, as your hips lift off the bed, chasing his touch, “Was daddy not giving you enough attention tonight?”

You keen, rocking your hips into his hand, each movement pushing him just a little deeper. His wrist flexing, slowly pumping one finger, stretching you out until he can slip in a second.

Mouth wandering from your lips to the curve of your neck, teeth and beard scraping soft skin as you grasp onto him, your fingers biting into his biceps. Lifting your hips so he can tug down your panties, letting them drop off the end of the bed.

Using his arms as leverage to cant your hips, meeting each deep, slick plunge of his hand.

An evening of flirting and close contact leaving you keyed up - aching. Wetter than you can ever remember being, the fire roaring low in your belly. His fingers feeling good, incredible even - but you need more, and you’re begging again, the words coming out in short, whimpered breaths.

“More, please. Please-”

“You said you wanted to beg, as if you haven’t been all along. Always asking me to make you come.” He groans in your ear, three fingers pushing deep now, stretching you full. “As if I wouldn’t give you anything you wanted.”

But his mouth dips to your breast as his fingers curl upwards, and you’re seeing stars as his tongue brushes over the tight peak of your nipple, as he drags over a spot within you that makes you cry out.

Tears prick in your eyes as he does it again, a heavy pressure slowly starting to build in your stomach, a fullness that makes you feel like you couldn’t take anything more. You feel close enough that you can taste it, wanting to sink your teeth into the meat of it and bite down hard.

Fingers drift, thinking that if you could just touch your clit for a second, you could come. But his other hand catches yours on the way down, trapping your palm as he presses it flat against your stomach.

“You can come like this. I know you can.” His words are soft but firm, his lips moving to press against your cheek, “Just relax for me, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

You try, consciously unclenching your muscles, eyes closing as you focus on the feelings, hot and sharp and overwhelming. Approaching something - each drag and curl of his fingers coaxing you to a point that is tinged with the unknown.

Until the feeling is blinding, your chest so tight each breath is a ragged gasp. Your torso twists into him, fingernails sinking into skin, leaving marks on him as he grits out a groan.

“Oh fuck. Fuck - I think I’m gonna come.” You’re panting, hips rocking into the punch of his fingers, sweat dotting your skin with the exertion.

“Fuck, that’s my girl. Soak my bed, sweetheart.” He’s growling into your hair, against your ear.

Something snaps, the pleasure and the pressure flooding and overwhelming your senses, making you feel hot and warm and wet. You think you’re shouting - your upper half going stiff as you tremble, but you feel submerged, the sounds around you dampened as your cunt flutters around his fingers.

Their movement has slowed, a lazy thrust into you, his hand glistening with your release as he leaves his fingertips pressed against your spongy inner wall. Drawing out the pleasure that pulses in your core, shooting down your spine and limbs, turning into waves of pure bliss.

Until you’re finally collapsing back against the sheets, sucking air into your lungs as the room swims back into focus. Only then do his fingers carefully ease from you, thumb sweeping over your folds, wet and slick under his touch.

“Holy shit,” you’re breathing, arms limp, the back of your hand scrubbing tears that tracked down your cheeks. “I think that’s the hardest I’ve ever come.”

“Hardest you’ve come so far, dove.” He corrects with amusement, and you laugh, your chest feeling light - flushed and overflowing with endorphins, “Next time I am sure we can do better.”

You lay there for another long moment, his fingers trailing over your skin as he lays on his side next to you. His accented voice soft as he checks on you, asking if you need a break, or some water.

Waiting until you’re reaching needily for him again before he moves down the bed - shifting so his hands can hook around your ankles, tugging you down as well, until your knees are draping off the edge and he’s standing at the foot.

You push yourself up on your elbows to watch, as he removes his last layers, his cock curving up and towards his stomach, flushed and hard again.

His hand closes around himself, slicking his length up with your release, leaving the velvety skin shining. Angling it to run across the curve of your mound, down across your slit.

“I think it’s about time I fucked this messy little cunt.” His voice is low, rough - watching the way you part for him, teasing the tip against your entrance, “Don't you agree, darling?”

You hum, your breath in your throat as he starts to press into you - but then he’s pausing, looking at you expectantly. A hand coming to grip your upper thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze when you try to shift and take him deeper yourself.

And you know what he wants, the words sweet on your tongue, “Yes, daddy.”

With a rough groan he fills the slick channel of your cunt, burying himself deep with a long, slow thrust. Bottoming out as the coarse curls at his base brush against you, rolling his hips as he slides out, the sweet slick drag as he pushes back in.

Your legs shift, knees rising - heels trying to find purchase on the edge of the bed. Hands smooth down your shins, thumbs hooking to grab your ankle - first pulling one up over a broad shoulder, and then the other.

Pushing himself deeper as you cry out, collapsing back against the bed as he leans forward, hands smoothing down your thighs. Fingers sinking into flesh, using his grip to keep you pulled close. Heavy-lidded eyes soaking the sight of you in - how each thrust has your lips parting in a gasp, the soft bounce of your tits.

Worshiping you with his gaze, spread out before him, your hand curling around your breast, fingers pinching at a nipple as your own gaze drops.

“Feels so good,” You’re moaning, watching the flash of cock as it disappears into you, fills you.

His lips curl into a smile as he makes a low sound in his throat, “Mm, I know. The only thing that feels better than your pretty mouth is your pretty cunt.”

A hand leaves your thigh, palm twisting so he can press a thumb against your clit, moving it with the thrust of his hips. Teasing, brushing, circling, until your hand is gripping his on your thigh, your other reaching by your head to tangle in the sheets.

Alfred had abandoned the game, you realize probably the second he sunk into you - forgetting himself when the sounds of your moans filled his ears, the wet heat of your pussy around him.

His eyes find yours, eyebrows furrowed with concentration, “Can you come again, dove? One more time. I want to feel you clench around my cock.”

You’re nodding, he has you almost there already - your fingers pushing between his to circle with him. Pressing against wet, slick skin, his other hand using your leg as leverage as he thrusts, until you’re winding up again, hurtling towards the brink.

His name is a prayer on your lips, sighed out reverently as he mirrors your movements, a little harder, a little faster. Until his breath matches your own, ragged sounds from deep in his chest pairing with the high gasps of yours.

“I’m close,” his jaw sets, the rhythm of hips stuttering as he tries to delay the building pleasure, grinding against you as he pushes closer.

“Fuck, me too.” You pant through parted lips - taking in his face, his wrecked look, “I’m almost, oh my god-”

The pressure of your own fingers is almost painful as you buck into your own touch - until you’re finally there, muscles tightening and clenching as the groan is pushed from your lungs, the sound almost passing as words.

You’re still fluttering around him when he follows you, the hot pulse of his cock when he thrusts himself deep, splashing ropes against your inner walls. The groan rattles his chest as his thrusts grow shallow, as you milk the last of his spend into you.

Finally, going still, pressing a kiss against your ankle as he carefully lowers your legs, before sliding out of you. You feel empty without him, having spent so long stuffed full with his fingers, and then his cock.

You shift backwards and he follows, the weight of him pressing you into the bed, and after he settles, you don’t think you ever want to move. It’s too warm, too comfortable - limbs wrapped around, fingers gripping sticky, sweat-dewed skin.

“Do you want come over and sleep over at my house tonight?” You ask, feeling sleepy - your nails scratching idly down his back as he groans in content.

“Well, I know I didn’t ask before. But I was thinking we could stay here? If you wanted.” He asks into the soft curve of your neck, “I’m sure I have extra toiletries for you.”

There’s a beat before he adds, “I’d really like you to.”

It feels like your heart is thudding loudly in your chest. He had just mentioned dinner, so you hadn’t thought - not wanting to assume. You nod, squeezing his shoulder gently, “I’d like that a lot.”

His sigh is filled with contented relief as you curl into him. Eyes drifting closed until the racing beats slow, until he’s finally able to coax you out of the bed to clean up.

———

Later, when the lights are dark and the sheets are freshly changed, you tuck yourself against him - head tilted so your eyes can run over the hair that curls against his scalp, still damp at the ends and freed from their usual neat style. Something you quietly catalog, a small scrap of him that isn’t slicked so perfectly back into place.

You had those curls twisted in your fingers, pressed against the tile of the shower until it was warmed from your skin, until the water was starting to run cool. Tugging on the strands as fingers, soft and slick, slipped between your thighs, bringing you to the edge and then tumbling over one more time. Soothing words murmured into the crook of your neck as your cry echoed off the walls.

Leaving you blissfully, utterly, completely exhausted.

You can feel the rumble of his words beneath your cheek, where it lies pressed against his chest.

“Thank you. For being so understanding tonight.” His voice is quiet, words slow - from sleep or from careful choosing, you’re not sure, “I am sure you were not expecting an addition to dinner.”

His chest rises as he inhales, falling as he sighs, “If I don’t get him to eat sometimes, he’ll forget.”

“I didn’t mind, I know he’s your…” Your hand smoothes across his skin, unsure of how to word your thoughts, “This is his home.”

The fingers that had paused their tracing over the silk of your shirt - he had handed you the top half of a matching set, taking the bottoms for himself - resume their path, a soothing back-and-forth sweep against the curve of your shoulder.

“It’s been nice,” you venture, your head tilting to tuck under his chin, “Seeing him out as much as I have lately.”

“Yes.” He answers, but there’s an edge to it, as if he disagrees but isn’t about to say so, “He’s been… figuring himself out lately. What his purpose is.”

“But you aren’t sure about it.” You press, and he sighs.

“I have been and will always be supportive of Bruce. But as I’m sure you noticed, things have been a bit strained.”

Your nose wrinkles, not wanting to admit that you had picked that up, “Well, I am sure he’ll figure it out and come around. It’s a hard thing to figure out. Who you are, what you’re doing.”

“You seem to have no problem.” He casually redirects, and you’re too busy smiling to notice, “You always seem so confident.”

“Looks can be deceiving. I feel so lost sometimes,” your cheeks heat with his compliment and with the admission, your head burrowing closer against him. “And as for confidence, I think I was ready to leave the city if you had turned me down.”

There’s a short, low rumble of laughter, his fingers curving over your shoulder, squeezing, “There is very little in this world that I wanted more than you that night.”

And then lips are brushing against your hair, his voice quiet.

“I hope you find what you are looking for.”

You let your eyes close, let the contented exhaustion creep over your heavy limbs - a small part of you, deep down, thinking that maybe…

Just maybe you have.

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matt3470srandomthoughts · 1 year

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Nostalgia

One of the things I've been feeling a lot recently is nostalgia, I have a love-hate relationship with the feeling. On one hand you smile remembering good times but on the other you get sad you can never re-experience that ever again. That's why I try to enjoy so many things in the moment now. But anyway, it's been on my mind a lot. I recently watched a video about a design language called "Frutiger Aero" (video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nL7kTMtvebQ) and this is what I grew up with. Skeuomorphism was rampant during these years, which is considered to be a key part of the design language. This design langauge in operating systems such as Windows 7 and Mac OS X Snow Leopard. These are my personal favorites not just because of nostalgia, but I feel these systems were really refined and looked really clean. It also just felt like you were in a different world, especially with some of those wallpapers. I remember as a kid I would just go through the wallpapers on Windows 7 and imagine the kind of worlds they were in. Truly a magical time. Also around this time, I was first exposed to the iPhone, namely the 4. I was too young to care about "antenna gate" and I thought a touchscreen phone was just so incredible. iOS 4 through 6 were definitely the most nostalgic for me. I remember iOS 5 on my sister's iPod Touch 4, another super nostalgic piece of tech for me. She really liked Owl City, and I would then come to listen to a lot of their stuff too. My favorites were Fireflies and then Peppermint Winter, a song I've been listening to a lot recently, with it being Christmas and all.

Enough about tech, another thing I'm super nostalgic for is TV channels back in the early 2010s. You see back then cable was actually worth watching I feel like, and definitely peaked then until Netflix took over in the mid 2010s. I also miss old Netflix from 2011. It was reasonably priced, no ads and had a good library. As far as TV networks go, I would mainly watch Cartoon Network, Nick and PBS Kids. CN was going through a huge renaissance, with tons of new shows, that are super nostalgic to me now, something I like to dub the "Check It Renaissance" referring to CN's branding at the time. A kind of weird interest of mine is channel idents or bumpers that air between programming and commercials. Check it 1.0 from CN (2010-2013) is by far the most nostalgic for me, with cool flipnote like bumpers, catchy music, and skeuomorphism galore. But PBS Kids' bumpers from around the time (and PBS Kids Go's) are also super nostalgic for me. Nickelodeon's branding was already bland af and hasn't really improved since. But I loved spongebob, drake and josh, and icarly as a kid so I would watch it frequently. I think it was just such a good time for me simply because I was a young kid. I wasn't quite aware of what happened in the world, I just enjoyed life, played with friends, and quite a few family members who are unfortunately deceased now were alive and doing very well then. I think people weren't quite as addicted to the internet back then as a lot of us are now, obviously the internet has done a lot of good over the years, getting us through a pandemic and all, but it definitely has its downsides. I just feel like back then people would only pull their phone out if they had a call, or to show it to friends/family because it was such a novelty then. I miss when technology was advancing so fast, everything new was so cool. Each new iphone was a huge improvement over the previous, while now it feels like the only thing that really improves is the battery. The iPad was first introduced in 2010, quad core processors became standard back then too in desktops and high end laptops... and desktops nowadays are STILL shipping with quad cores. I'm not saying there's been no improvements to tech- that is incredibly untrue. VR has matured a ton since the clunky Oculus DK1 from 2013, 100 core processors are now a thing apparently, Apple's M1 and M2 processors have been able to accomplish things unimaginable back in 2010, and tons of discoveries with technology has been discovered to help the medical field and such. I guess I'm just not a young kid who thinks every new piece of technology is the coolest thing ever haha.

In conclusion, I love the late 2000s/early 2010s, it was just a truly special and incredible couple of years for me. Hopefully one day things like the design language from then will make a comeback or something. Anyway, hope you all have a wonderful Christmas Eve. Happy Holidays :)

#nostalgia #frutiger aero #cartoon network #technology #ipod touch #skeuomorphism #iphone #windows 7 #mac os x

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wisteria-lodge · 1 year

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Do you have any advice for how burned Lion primaries can approach making decisions while they try to unburn? I have some important decisions to make and my brain is going nuts and when I go to my loved ones to ask for advice, they just ask how I'd feel if I made X decision. But I have 10 different conflicting feelings and that's why I don't know what to do.

Um. I'll tell you my old strategies, then ones I used to use when I was pretty burned. I'm not positive how sane they make me sound or how objectively healthy they are, but they did work.

Get really really tired. Basically, I'm trying to hack my brain so I have no bandwidth for anything but my deepest core feelings. Then rubber-duck your problems, like literally explain them aloud, to something outside yourself. I've found this technique very helpful in the past.

Stream of consciousness diary writing. But, and this is key, you need to put time between actually writing the diary and making the decision. The writing is to get the feelings out, the reading it back later is for sorting though the feelings which are relevant or not relevant to the core problem.

Practice making small, low-stakes feeling-based decisions. I started by picking out desktop wallpapers I liked, then eventually leveled up to clothes, and on to other aspects of my life.

Sometimes you do just actually need to bite the bullet and do something to see if it feels right or not. It's not ideal, because rolling back a decision is annoying, but unless you're trying to decide whether or not to have a kid, it can be done.

#shc #burnt lion primary #my lion badger #sortinghatchats

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sakurablossomsagain · 2 years

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SHINee - Don't Call Me - Wallpapers for Desktop (Parte 1)

Source: https://www.uhdpaper.com/search?q=shinee&by-date=true&i=0

#SHINee #taemin #lee taemin #choi minho #minho #Choi Min Ho #Lee Tae Min #Key #Onew #don't call me #wallpaper #desktop #laptop #HD #4K #wallpapers desktop

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frostyreturns · 1 year

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When my last computer died I vowed I was never buying Apple or Windows ever again, now I’m vowing to never buy an acer chromebook, these computers are pieces of shit. I bought it when everything was locked down and I didn’t have much choice or money.

- Battery already giving me problems wont charge beyond like 12% so the battery life is now like ten minutes. And its built like a macbook where I can’t just pop it out buy a new one and replace it.

- functionless desktop..there’s no desktop shortcuts I can’t drag and drop icons to and from it for easier access I just get a big blank screen that doesn’t even have a functional wallpaper system. If I want to post a custom photo as my wallpaper I have to dig through every single image on my computer to find it because it only gives you preset google provided images and one giant folder labelled “my images”

- It has a shelf/dock but it constantly removes items I put there everytime I’m not looking. I keep tryint to pin my settings to the shelf and yet eveytime I go to use it the icon has disappeared from the shelf. It’s like im in a fight with a roommate over where a table goes but there’s no roommate and every day I just find the table in the spot where I moved it from before bed. You’re my fucking computer you are a thing, I own you, I paid for you, you don’t get a say... do what I fucking tell you.

- Flimsiest fucking plastic piece of shit I’ve ever seen in a piece of technology. The plastic on the screen feels like it’s made out of what chinese knockoff toys at the dollar store are made out of, you have to brace the entire screen with both hands when opening it and closing it or you’ll snap it.

- Every once in a while will just randomly shut off and not turn off, figured out that a little garden varety static was shorting it out.

- keys not backlit, so it’s unusable at nighttime.

- no compatibility with anything, wont recognize or run an external disc drive so I cannot use it for any physical media whatsoever. Can’t watch dvds on it, can’t upload music to it...nothing.

- Every browser other than chrome is suspiciously unusable. Browsers that on every other device run and work smoothly run like bricked dogshit.

- Worst of all it makes you sign in to google to use it at all.

- Awful word processer, you can type words and that’s it. Making it useless as a writing laptop. Your options are use google docs and upload everything you ever type straight to google or here’s a text program that lets you type words but has literally no other function at all. Makes everything a formatting nightmare if I actually have to send something to someone.

There are no good options for computer anymore, you just have to find the one that doesn’t suck complete ass and it’s none of them. They’ve taken all the fun out of technology and the bad parts just keep getting worse. Fuck everyone at apple, fuck Bill Gates and everyone at microsoft and fuck everbody at google I hate you all you’re all bad people and you’ve all made the world a worse place eat shit and get fucked.

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