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'Twas the Night...

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean listens, sometimes when you least expect it. This year, Christmas begins to become something new for both of you.    

AN: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone! This is my @spnfanficpond Secret Santa gift for @eldritchlibertine! The idea is based on this request from @whichwitchwanda (a story prompted from the header image).

Word Count: 2.4K

Tags/Warnings: Fluff and more fluff! Christmas feels. ❤️

A door burst open, and your eyes raised from the page. You nearly dropped your book into your lap when you saw it—the wide, bristled top of an evergreen tree trying to shove its way through the door of the bunker.

Or rather, it only seemed that way.

All the way up at the top of the rod iron staircase, grumbled cursing and muttering and arguing filtered down to you in the common room, where you were leaning back in your seat with an old copy of Wuthering Heights. You sat up, an incredulous smirk beginning to curve your lips.

“Dean, it’s not gonna fit.” That was Sam, obviously. You’d recognize his testy bitching anywhere.

“You kiddin’ me? All that work I spent sawing this thing outta the ground, I’m gonna damn well make it fit. Come on, put your big boy pants on.”

The equally familiar gruff, grousing tone of your man’s voice almost made you snort. You set down the book on the table and debated whether you were going to get up and try to help, or let them hash it out. You were surprised they hadn’t called out for you yet.

After a few more seconds of listening to their frustrated huffing and puffing, you shook your head and got up. You reached the top of the stairs, and their sounds of irritated, breathless struggle became even clearer.

“Dean,” Sam protested.

“Shut up. I’ve almost got it…”

“You’re gonna break the damn frame—”

“Something tells me you didn’t get this thing at Home Depot,” you remarked.

There was a pause, and Dean called your name questioningly. He also sounded a bit embarrassed.

“Yep, I’m here, Chevy Chase,” you said, laughing as you grabbed the branches that were stuck in the doorway. You bent them at the angle the guys needed to get the whole thing inside, and all too quickly you had to step out of the way as Sam and Dean broke through the doorway with the rest of the tree.

Sam caught himself on the wall, while Dean threw a hand out to grasp at the railing of the stairs. You grabbed Dean’s arm to help steady him. Once he had his feet planted, he slung an arm around your waist and looked down on you with a satisfied smile—one that he then aimed at Sam.

“See? Told you it would fit.”

“Where did you even get this thing?” you asked. You eyed Dean in curiosity, even as you were helping him stream the lights around this seven-foot monstrosity. You’d also taken great delight in putting on some holiday music. Now, Frank Sinatra’s “White Christmas” was playing from a Bluetooth speaker on the War Room table.

Dean shot you a distracted smile as he worked in concentration, bringing a string of lights around the part of the tree that was closest to the wall. He handed off the other end to you, and you wrapped the line of multicolored lights around.

“Eh, there’s a nice bit of forest a few miles out of town,” he said. Your brows raised high. You’d suspected, of course, but you still shook your head with a smile.  

“You know you need a permit for that, right?” you said.

“I tried to tell him,” said Sam. He was on his way up the stairs, heading out back to the car to get the box of ornaments he and Dean bought at Walmart this morning along with the pretty multicolored lights, all while you were still sleeping.

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother, but just kept focused on his task. Once he started something, he had to finish it, you noticed. And when he got into something, he was Mr. DIY, putting in his all. You liked watching the crunch between his brows, the set of his lips, the sureness of his hands while he mentally calculated what they were going to accomplish next.

Most of all, you liked the look of self-satisfaction when he was done, and happy with his finished product. It didn’t matter if he was tuning up the Impala, making a home-cooked meal for the three of you, or decorating a wild tree. That face was the same. 

“Illegally obtained tree aside,” you said, not bothering to temper your smile, “I thought you guys didn’t really celebrate Christmas. Or any holidays, for that matter.”

Dean gave you a small grin, though again, he seemed a little embarrassed. He freed one of his hands to scratch at the back of his head.

“Yeah, well…weren’t you the one who was talking about the Christmases you had growing up?” he said.

You blinked, your mouth gently falling open in surprise. That had been a couple weeks ago, when the first snow of December began to fall over Lebanon. Late that night, after settling into bed together, you’d turned towards him in his arms. Maybe it was the turn of the season making you nostalgic, but somehow the conversation drifted into you making a confession, about what you missed the most about your family.

Your parents had passed on, and your sister was distant. She had her own family and her own life, and she wanted to keep it far away from the things you hunted. You couldn’t blame her, even if the thought of her always pierced your heart.

Beyond than that, what you missed was the house where you grew up, small but cozy and lived in. You missed the smell of pine and cinnamon that filled the living room every day of December. You missed the nights you and your sister curled up by the fire late at night playing imaginary games, long after your parents’ had put you guys to bed. You missed your mother’s cooking, and helping her bake molasses cookies on Christmas Eve.

You missed togetherness, the feeling of warmth and safety.

You tilted your head at Dean.

“Yeah, but…” you trailed, not willing to finish the thought as another suspicion grew in your mind.

“Just thought we could do some of that this year for you, that’s all,” he said. And he shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal. His hands were busy untangling some lights. “Matter of fact, we could all use the time off.”

You couldn’t help but pause. Your breathing shallowed, and no matter how much you fought it, tears stung in your eyes. You bit your lip to try and hold it all at bay. When Dean glanced up at you, he had to do a double take. It made you smile, despite your slightly blurring vision.

“Hey, what—”

You dropped your end of the lights and went to him. You raised up on your toes so you could wrap your arms around his neck in a warm hug. Dean uttered a surprised huff, but his arms came around your waist and gathered you closer. He soon realized he was still holding onto the tangle of lights, and he hung them on a nearby tree branch for now. His smile overtook his surprise and crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“I love you. You know that right?” Your voice was muffled in his neck, but he heard you well enough. He chuckled and slipped a soothing hand up and down your back.

“I do know, actually,” he said, his voice warm and teasing.

A giggle escaped you. You tugged on his short hair in retaliation, making him chuckle.

“Hey,” he warned, but it had heat of a different kind. His hand began venturing down to your ass, but before he could do some retaliating of his own, a door swung open and Sam came down the stairs hefting a couple different boxes of ornaments.

He raised a brow, though he smiled at the way you and his brother were entwined. You half pulled away to nod at Sam, sniffling at quickly wiping at your face. Dean dried some of the wetness from the corner of your eye with a curled finger. You glanced up at him and couldn’t help blushing, smiling, despite your embarrassment.

Dean still had an arm wrapped around your waist as you peered over at the boxes Sam set down near the tree. One of them caught your attention and made your eyes widen.

“Oh my God. They’re Scooby Doo themed!”

The rest of the afternoon was spent decorating the tree with Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby echoing throughout the common room. After you made a trip to the grocery store, soon the smell of cinnamon, brown sugar and rich molasses joined the scent of pine throughout the entire bunker.

It was a Christmas Eve well spent. The night was filled with a rewatch marathon of Home Alone and Christmas Vacation. You agreed to Dean throwing in Elf into the mix, as long as you got to watch Love Actually, and The Holiday with Jude Law. Dean complained more than Sam about your girly chick-flicks, but he became just as invested in Colin Firth pouring his heart out in mangled Portuguese to Aurelia as you were, if less teary-eyed.

When The Holiday came around though, he was half asleep as he laid sprawled across your lap and the couch. Your nails gently massaging his scalp nearly did him in, along with Sam’s heavy-ass pour of eggnog. It was tradition, at this point.

By the end of the movie marathon, you were the one snoozing from your corner of the couch, your hand still in Dean’s hair.

He carried you to bed that night, your eyelids heavy as you teetered back and forth between slumber and the waking world. At least you were already in your pajamas. All he had to do was tuck you under the sheets on your side of the bed, then slip in behind you afterwards.

His arm draped around your waist, and you curled towards him, half on instinct as you let out a deep breath. Dean smiled as you settled against his chest. Your soft snores soon greeted his ears. Only then did he let himself rest…

Just not for long.

You woke earlier than you planned to in the morning, mainly because your man pillow was no longer beside you. You reached out a hand and found Dean’s side of the bed empty and cold, the covers pulled back. With a frown, you opened bleary eyes and checked your phone. It was around the ungodly hour of 5:30 a.m.

What the hell was Dean doing up at the crack of dawn?

Unless… You paused as your memory served you a grim reminder. Unless he’d had a rough night, kept up by memories and dreams he didn’t always want to talk to you about. It wouldn’t be the first time he came back to bed after a few hours with the heady smell of bourbon on him.

You got up with a sigh, rolling your neck as you did so. You just wanted to check on him. Maybe you could even persuade him to come back to bed.

You threw on a sweater over your pajamas and some fluffy slippers Sam bought you for your birthday—all to shield you from the bunker’s chilly air and ice-cold floors. You’d have to remind Dean to check on the heater.

You padded out of the bedroom and down the long hall…and became distracted by the Christmas tree in the common room. It really was beautiful all lit up. The lights softly flashed in green, red, purple, and gold. Traditional red and gold ornaments hung beside the Scooby Doo themed ones, with Fred and Daphne front and center, along with the rest of the gang scattered throughout.

And then you found Dean.

“Damn it…friggin’ piece of shit ribbon…” 

Dean’s muttering drew your attention to his hunched figure kneeling at the base of the tree. Your head tilted in wonder as your face broke out into a smile. What the hell is he doing? You tried to be light on your feet as you approached him from behind. Peering over his shoulder, you could almost see what he was trying do with some shiny red wrapping paper and a big golden bow.

Your heart swelled. Had he really gotten you and Sam something for Christmas too? He didn’t need to get you anything…

Dean’s hunter reflexes must’ve been tingling though, because suddenly he sat up straighter and looked over his shoulder. His eyes widened when he saw you standing there in your pajamas, arms crossed over your robe.

He actually jolted, muttering a curse as he tried to cover up what he was doing.

“What’cha doin’, babe?” you asked. Your eyes gleamed with amusement.

Dean tried to get up, but his foot slipped on a stray ribbon. He careened back onto his ass and knocked into the tree. Not only did its branches poke into his face and arm, making him wince, but he managed to displace a couple of ornaments, sending them tumbling to the floor by his hand. He grunted and raised up onto his forearms. For the pièce de résistance, that lovely golden bow landed right in his lap.

With raised brows, you took in the sight of your man—all bedraggled and looking sheepish (and adorable) as hell. Your hand went up to cover your mouth, but you were unable to quiet the giggle that bubbled up and escaped your lips.

Dean cleared his throat. “Hey.”

You glanced down at the bow, almost perfectly placed in his lap.

“Hey,” you replied, your lips curving into a smile.

You lowered down to kneel in front of him, and you took his face in your gentle hands before you leaned in for a sweet, sensuous kiss. Dean breathed into it. Your eyes shut along with his as you savored the moment, and him.

When you parted, your smile remained as you fingered the shiny edge of the bow. Dean began to smirk as well, despite how warm his face had gotten. His big hands found their way to your hips, welcoming you when you took a comfortable seat over his thighs.

You whispered against his lips, “I already know which present I’m gonna unwrap first.” 

AN: Lol there we go, a cheeky ending for you! Let me know if you liked this! ❤️💚

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Zombieboy - Jason Todd x Detective!Reader

Pairing: Jason Todd x Detective!GCPD!Reader + Dick Grayson x Platonic!Reader

Summary: When Jason's down in the dumps, brooding for longer than he normally is, you take it upon yourself to make him feel better with your favourite artist, after all justice doesn't wait! Inspired by Zombieboy by Lady Gaga!

CW: Making out, Lady Gaga, Swearing

A/N: Requested by my pookie @gothicbatgirl, a lil present for you ml 🫶

This is a part 2 to my Halfway Between You & Justice fic! Read it here!

"Hey do you think you could check on Jason for me?" Dick asked softly.

"Why what's wrong?" You asked.

"He's... something's getting to him, and I don't wanna pry, I think he's kind of sick of me, so... I thought you could try maybe?" Dick responded.

Huh, you thought.

Dick wasn't wrong

Jason's been moodier than normal. He wasn't snapping back at you as often, he was grinding arms more at the gym, with his sets being longer (I'm embracing my love for beefy arms in this one gang) his sassiness dwindled and his hair ironically got flatter.

Jason hadn’t said much for two days.

Which wasn’t unusual , especially when Gotham had him in a chokehold , but this was the full-blown Jason Todd Radio Silence Deluxe Edition - hoodie up, jaw tense, earbuds in but no music playing, staring at a wall like it owed him money.

You’d given him space. Then tried small talk. Then food (You were really surprised Big Belly Burger didn't work) Then left a Post-it on his helmet that said “emotionally constipated” with a little drawing of a zombie.

Nothing.

You figured, you needed to look at whatever you currently had going on with Jason from a lover perspective, and not a detective perspective.

So tonight, when you walked into his apartment and found him slouched on the couch with the same blank stare, you decided it was time for a different tactic.

Without a word, you pulled out your phone. Tapped your Bluetooth speaker.

The first few notes of Lady Gaga’s “Zombieboy” filled the apartment, dramatic, pulsing, unapologetically theatrical.

Jason didn't move.

You, however, launched straight into a performance.

"Oh, I can't see straight and my hands are tied I could be your type from your zombie bite No, I can't see straight but the feeling's right I could be your type from your zombie bitе"

You spun. Flung your jacket to the floor. Did a full-body sway in front of him like you were auditioning for Gotham’s Most Unhinged Cabaret. You even snatched a whisk from the kitchen counter as a microphone.

Still nothing.

But you saw it , the twitch in his lip. The smallest raise of one eyebrow.

Target acquired.

You climbed up onto the coffee table mid-chorus, arms wide, stomping to the beat like you were Lady Gaga herself in crime-scene heels.

Jason snorted. Loud. He tried to cover it with a cough. Failed miserably.

You dropped to your knees in front of him.

He finally looked at you, a real grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Are you done?” he asked, voice hoarse with laughter.

“Never,” you said proudly. “Not until my Zombieboy smiles.”

Jason leaned forward, elbows on his knees, expression soft in a way he only gave you when he forgot to be tough. “You’re such a menace.”

You booped his nose. “And you’re my favorite emotionally unavailable corpse.”

He rolled his eyes , but he pulled you into his lap anyway, arms around your waist, head buried in your shoulder.

You could feel him smiling against your hoodie.

Later that night, you changed his contact name in your phone to my Zombieboy 🖤

And when he noticed?

He didn’t change it back.

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[F4M] You Leave a Naughty Voicemail for Your Husband While He Works Overtime [Established Relationship][Mutual Masturbation][Car Sex][Sub to Soft Dom][Breeding Kink][Mating Press][No Thoughts][Brain Empty][Just Fucking]

Read Part 1 here!

Pairing: husband!Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~3.6k

cw: established relationship, p*rn without plot, smut ���  PIV sex (cowgirl, missionary, mating press, doggy), mutual masturbation, mentions of sex toys, edging, blowjob, car sex, clitoral stimulation, spanking, some spit play, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, honey, princess, baby, good girl/boy), slight degradation kink

Summary: You record a naughty voicemail for your husband while he works overtime, leaving him yearning for more. Author’s Note: Hiya friends! Breaking my tumblr hiatus temporarily to post this. Consider this a sequel/part 2 to my other fic inspired by more NSFW audio. Someone gave me the idea to do a fic with the roles reversed, so here it is! Had a blast writing this, so I hope you enjoy! Bonus: here are some NSFW audios that inspired it (of course, they’re AugustInTheWinter): Link 1, Link 2 (reddit links, 18+). Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are always appreciated, thanks so much for reading! Header image from the manga On Doorstep (it's BL and the MC looks like Nanami, I highly recommend). MDNI banner created by @/mikeykuns.

It’s past eleven when Nanami steps out of the conference room with the rest of his colleagues, having just finished the last team meeting of the day. He was asked to work overtime to help fix any remaining issues before the end of the fiscal year, which is in a few days. Normally, he’d never agree to this, but with your wedding anniversary approaching in a month, he wants the extra income to buy you that gold chain bracelet you’ve had an eye on. 

With all his tasks complete for the day, he can finally leave. He gathers his belongings, checking his phone to see the missed call and voicemail you left him about an hour ago. She must be asleep already, he thinks, not bothering to call you back. When he gets in his car, he props his phone to the mount, ready to listen to your voicemail on Bluetooth while he drives home. He presses play as soon as he pulls out from his parking spot.

“Kento.” Your voice is hushed and breathy. “I miss you.”

Nanami clenches his jaw, already aroused by your sultry tone. He grips the steering wheel tighter, glancing at the phone screen to check the length of the voicemail: three minutes. That’s the limit before it cuts you off. And while the ride home is a mere ten, he has a feeling it will be excruciatingly long by the way this message is already playing. 

You sigh. “I miss you so much, Kento.” There’s rustling in the background; Nanami imagines that you’re turning over in bed, under the covers. What are you wearing right now? The cute flannel pajamas he bought you two years ago for Valentine’s Day? Or the lingerie set you purchased yourself to surprise him for your most recent anniversary? At this rate, for his own sanity, he’s not sure which one he prefers. 

“I can’t wait till you get home, honey. I’m so…” Your voice is heavy with lust; he can see the provocative face you’re making as you squeeze the phone to your ear, reaching between your legs to that throbbing pussy. “I’m so horny right now. I wish you were here.” If he listens closely, he can hear the squelch of fingers flicking your clit rapidly. “But since you’re not, is it okay if I touch myself?”

He’s tempted to slam on the gas and fly through the city to get to you in record time. Break all driving violations and his own personal morals to watch you play with yourself. It’s torture, sitting behind this red light, following the rules, listening to you moan into the phone, so needy and desperate for his cock. What’s worse is that you’re ovulating this week; he knows how pent up you must be from his absence tonight. Fertile and in heat, that wet sloppy cunt begging to be filled with his seed. He promised he’d make it up to you tomorrow morning, but why waste this perfectly good opportunity? Especially when you’re practically begging for it. 

“Remember how good you fucked me last night? How you pinned me down by the wrists? How tightly I squeezed my legs around you as you pumped me full of cum?” It’s all Nanami thought about when he wasn’t focused on work today. Enough to force him into the men’s room to jerk himself off, fantasizing about it. Replaying your wanton moans ringing in his ears, the way your body convulsed around him, that adorably dumb expression on your face while you were getting fucked into oblivion. Normally, he’d be ashamed of himself at how lewd he was being in a work setting, but the memory of you was too irresistible, even for him. 

He’s not usually perverse like this, but something about you drives him crazy. His hands are typically at 10-and-2, the correct position to steer the wheel. But just this once, he deems it necessary to lose his prim and proper attitude. He drops one into his lap to unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and reach down to palm his cock through his briefs. It’s enough to gain a bit of relief from this torment, at least until he’s safely home. Nanami wipes the sweat beading on his brow, accelerating too hard when the light finally switches to green, keeping his grip steady as he strokes his cock, listening intently to your voice surrounding him in the car. 

“Are you hard right now, Kento?” There’s more movement in the background, as if you’re opening and shutting a drawer. Blood rushes into his cheeks, predicting exactly what you’re about to do. “Do you like listening to me touch myself?” There’s a familiar hum now, and he visualizes the pink vibrator buzzing in your hand, the fluttering tip teasing your swollen clit. He’d do anything to teleport directly into the bedroom and have his way with you.  

“I’m so lonely in this bed without you. I’m fucking myself, thinking about you. Wishing it’s you instead of this stupid toy. Can you hear it, sweetie?”

“Yes,” he answers to no one, shoving his underwear down to release his erection, stroking himself faster with his right fist. He’s forced to stop again; how many fucking streetlights does this goddamn city need anyways?! It’s excruciating. 

“My pussy is aching for your big cock.” The buzzing intensifies; you’ve increased the setting one level, on the verge of an orgasm. Typical behavior of his obedient slut of a wife. He loves sliding his fingers inside while you press the vibrator deeper into your clit. He’s obsessed with the way you gush around him, clenching him tighter, addicted to how it tastes on his tongue when he slides those cum-coated digits into his mouth. 

“Hurry home, honey. I’m waiting for you. This pussy is already so wet for you. I’m going to use you as my sex toy tonight.”

“Fuck, I want that. I really want that,” Nanami moans in response, releasing his cock from his grasp, thighs fidgeting from arousal. 

“You love it when I use you, huh? Love it when I fuck you silly until you’re milked dry.”

He groans, bucking his hips into nothing in the seat, briefly losing control of the wheel, causing the car to swerve. “Fuck, I love it, sweetie. I love it. Please.” He’s not sure what he’s begging for. All he knows is that if he doesn’t get home soon, he’ll combust, taking the car down with him. 

“Fuck, Kento. I’m thinking about how deep you hit it from behind. Slapping my ass, treating me like a bad girl, pounding your hips into me like a fucking animal. I get so fucking cock drunk off you. Makes me want to come just talking about it.”

“Then come for me, baby,” he blurts out, fully aware he’s talking to a recording. He’s completely lost it now. 

“Ah, I’m close. I – ” you interrupt yourself with your own whimpers. Nanami listens as he cruises past the speed limit now, wiping the bead of precum at the tip of his cock with his thumb,  edging himself. It’d be a shame for him to waste his load onto his lap. He’s going to give you every fucking drop he has. Build it up so that your pussy is flooding with his hot, sticky mess. 

You whine loudly, “I’m coming, Kento. Ah, I’m coming for you.” You moan into the phone, and Nanami has to release himself to prevent from orgasming too, Then, there’s silence on your end, except for your staggered breaths and occasionally rustling of the sheets beneath you. Eventually, the voicemail ends without another word, and he assumes that you’ve fallen asleep. He smiles to himself, imagining you, his gorgeous wife, with your legs splayed out, vibrator loosely gripped, completely knocked out on the bed. 

He replays the voicemail, continuing to edge himself until he finally pulls into their driveway, opening the garage. He parks, shutting off the ignition, then searches the backseat for the box of tissues, wanting to clean up whatever mess he’s made. Before he gets the chance to, the door leading inside swings open, and it’s you, standing in the door frame in a sheer lingerie nightgown. The same one he expected you’d be wearing tonight. 

He swallows hard, cock still out, stiffer than ever, watching you step towards the driver’s side, bright face peering through the window. You glance to his lap, noticing the lewd sight. 

You tap on the glass, feigning innocence. “Kento?”

He opens the door slowly, face flushed, eyes half-lidded in a daze. “Sweetheart, please.” 

His slacks have been shoved off haphazardly down his legs, engorged cock sprung against his abdomen, precum leaking out the tip. His cheeks are pink, hair tousled, forehead dewy with sweat. You smirk at him, pleased to see that he’s listened to your voicemail. “Oh, honey. Look at you. Have you been a bad boy?” You surround him with your fingers, jerking him slowly. He twitches at your touch, sensitive and aching in your fist. 

He shakes his head, shutting his eyes closed as you stroke him. “No,” he stutters, “I’ve been very good.”

You inspect the car, realizing what he’s trying to convey to you; he hasn’t come yet. “Oh, baby,” you coo, squeezing his cock in your fist. “You’ve been very, very good. My good boy.”

He nods this time, leaning forward for a kiss. “Yes, I’m a good boy for you. I’m your good boy,” he huffs through gritted teeth. Nanami isn’t normally like this, so submissive and needy. But tonight, he has zero hesitation; he’s begging to be dominated, to be used and toyed with. 

You lick into his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. “Do you want your reward now? Or should we go inside first?”

He won’t last much longer, so he spits out, “Now. Please.”

You smirk, kissing him messily, tongues swirling, swapping spit while his dick pulsates in your palm. “Fuck,” he groans, rocking his hips into you. “I’m going to come if you keep – ” he chokes on his saliva, unable to finish his sentence. 

You giggle, nibbling at his ear lobe. “If I do what, baby?” You want to tease him a bit more, so you bend over his lap, kneeling on the bottom frame of the car, sinking down on him with your mouth. He throws his head back against the headrest, swearing loudly. You blow him until his cock is lubricated with your spit and he’s squirming above you, ready to burst. 

He pulls you off him abruptly, tugging you towards him. “I can’t,” he urges, completely red now, all frenzied and flustered. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

Giggling, you swing your leg over him, straddling his lap and smooching his forehead. “Alright, honey. I tormented you enough.” You’re not wearing any panties beneath your nightgown, so when you start to rub yourself on his shaft, his eyes widen in surprise, staring at you, sputtering a mix of curses and nonsense.

You grin, kissing him softly, rocking yourself along his length. “I told you, didn’t I? This pussy is so wet for you. I’ve been prepping myself all night, thinking about you.”

“Fuck, I’m going to come. Put it in, sweetheart. Hurry.”

You guide him in you easily until he bottoms out, sitting on him without moving, licking into his mouth. His hands slide around your hips, holding you tenderly, staying still, melting into your kiss. Before you can start bouncing on him, he squeezes you, huffing, “I’m coming.” 

His dick pulsates, spurting his hot seed deep inside you. You continue to kiss him, smiling against his lips, pleased and satisfied. When he’s finished, you graze his ear. “Good boy.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, brows knit together, eyes shut tight. He opens one to peek at you, embarrassed. “This is your fault.” The blush on his face cascades along his neck. “You knew this would happen when you left me that voicemail.”

Laughing, you give him a smooch on his cheek. “You’re right. I was being bad tonight. Are you going to punish me for it?” You tug at his tie, loosening it on his collar, trailing his chest to unbutton his dress shirt. 

He relaxes, smirking as he slaps your ass with his palm, cupping the flesh immediately after. You whine his name at the contact, nuzzling into his neck. “Ah, Kento.”

“Bad girls deserve to be punished,” he growls, low and wicked, delivering a fresh smack to the other side. His cock is erect again inside you, stuffing you full once more. “You’re going to take this cock until I can’t get hard anymore. Understand?” He rocks you back and forth on him, thumb pressed at your clit, rubbing small circles. “Until this slutty little cunt is so full of my cum.”

You nod silently, clinging to his shoulders, body trembling with arousal. The switch in demeanor, from him begging you for sweet release to now being domineering and cocky, has you titillating for more. He chuckles, wrapping you in snug embrace, kissing the top of your head. “Look at you, darling. You’re shaking. Let’s go to the bedroom, okay princess?” And his ability to turn on this sweet charm has you softening in his arms, pliant and ready to be played with. 

Soon, you’re inside your bedroom, legs spread wide, some residual cum trickling down the inside of your thighs. He strips his remaining clothes off, cock unbelievable rigid in his fist, jerking himself off to the sight of you in your transparent lingerie, his load leaking from your slit. 

“You’re a fucking slut for getting me worked up like this,” he grunts, hovering over you, tapping the tip of his dick on your swollen clit. “I edged myself the entire drive, saving all this cum for you.”

You bite your lip, holding back the guttural, animalistic moan escaping from within your throat. His confession has you quaking, eager to be filled even more to the brim with his seed, eager to be bred. You can blame it on the fact that you’re currently in heat, or that you’re just this much in love with your husband that you can’t think of anything else you want more in this moment than to be connected with him. You grip the sheets below you, fanning your thighs impatiently, waiting for his cock. “Breed me, honey. Fuck all your cum inside me. I want all of it, every single drop. Hurry.”

Oh how quickly do the roles reverse. 

He slides his cock inside you, his own cum coating it as he pulls out slightly, observing the lewd scene. “Look at how full you are, and it’s still not enough. Such a greedy cum slut.” He spits a frothy wad of his saliva onto your clit, smearing it with his thumb. “You’re going to come on this cock before I give you anything. Got it?”

You nod, closing your eyes, turning your head to the side, losing yourself to the pleasure rippling through your body as he pounds into your pussy, the sensation so intense it resonates all the way down to your toes. He’s so mean, so unlike his usual doting self when he’s in this mood, and you can’t help but succumb to it. He tips your chin back towards him. “Look at it,” he demands. You open your eyes, his expression wild, fucking you faster, his thumb working your clit ruthlessly. “Watch me fuck this messy cunt.” He grips you behind the legs, hoisting you so that your knees are towards your chest, holding you into a mating press. Unable to contain it any longer, you moan loudly, grabbing at your own ankles to keep yourself spread wide for him as he thrusts in and out of you relentlessly. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it sweetheart? To be fucked and pounded by me instead of that silly toy. To use me and milk me dry of every last drop. You asked for this. This is what you get for being so fucking naughty.” He rests one of your legs onto his shoulder, turning to smooch the side of your knee, sucking on your skin. 

You continue to moan his name until it’s reduced into a blubber of incoherent cries as you’re pushed over the edge, reaching your climax. “That’s it, come on my cock, princess. That’s a good girl.” Still, he doesn’t ease up; in fact, he fucks you harder, spurred by your orgasm, intent on chasing another. “Just keep taking it, okay beautiful? I know you can do it.” He pounds you into the mattress, the bed creaking noisily beneath you with each solid thrust, perspiration dripping from his body onto yours. You’re no longer thinking clearly; everything is in a haze, blissful and euphoric, only your husband on your brain. He’s fucked all other thoughts out of you. Has you obsessed with his cock, hungry for his cum, keen on him to breed your fertile womb.

“Fuck, Kento, right there! Right there!” you cry out, grasping his hair between your fingers, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. 

“Right there, huh?” he teases, slowing his pace to thrust deep into your G-spot, nails digging into the flesh of your hips. “Always taking me so fucking deep.” He grabs your wrist, placing your hand at your clit. “Touch yourself while I fuck you. Squirt on my cock like a good little slut.”

You obey him, flicking your sensitive bud with your middle finger while he watches intently, another orgasm fast approaching. You twitch around him, pleasure overtaking your entire body, sending a rush of ecstasy that has you seeing stars. 

Of course, it still isn’t enough for him. Not after what you put him through earlier. “Turn over,” he mutters, pulling out, cum spilling onto the sheets. “You know what to do.”

He’s right; it’s second nature to you now, to throw your ass back and fuck yourself with his cock. All he has to do is kneel behind you with his hard dick out while you swallow him whole, pumping it in and out of your pussy. It doesn’t matter how pliant you feel, or how fucked out you are, tongue lolling out of your mouth, drool leaking from the sides of your lips. You know exactly what to do to get what you want out of him. 

You can feign innocence all you want, pretend to be shocked when he manhandles you like a fucking rag doll, slamming his hips into you, wet slaps bouncing off the walls of your bedroom. Shrieking when he presses his rough fingers to your swollen clit. Burying your face into the pillow, muffling your shameless moans and shrieks of, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” This is what you intended when you spread your legs earlier, phone in your hand, ready to leave that filthy voicemail for him, knowing he’d listen on his way home. Knowing he’d save all his cum for you because you’re ovulating, and he wants more than anything to get you pregnant. Knowing he’d want to fuck you into a frenzy regardless, always desperate to empty his load inside you. It’s what you want because you know he wants it too. That’s what makes it even better, knowing your husband is as feral for you as you are for him. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” he whispers, voice wavering.

Craning your neck to face him, you murmur, “Want to see you.”

He smiles, pulling out, your pussy fluttering around the emptiness, already eager to be filled again. “I want to see you too, my love.” He flips you over, pushing your knees towards your ears into a deeper mating press, kissing you sweetly on the lips. You wrap your arms around him, whining his name into his ear as he fucks you rough, the bed frame precariously shifting with each plunge of his cock. 

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he groans, cock twitching and spurting every hot pulse inside you. “Take all of my cum, sweetheart. All of it,” he mutters, forehead pressed to yours. “I love you. I love you so much.”

When he finishes, he lowers your legs slowly, rolling beside you to cradle you in his arms. You nestle into his chest, listening to his steadying heartbeat. “Are you okay, sweetie?” he asks, massaging small circles into your back.

You nod against him, remaining silent, too drained to even respond with words. He lets you rest like this for a moment before hopping off the bed, stepping into the bathroom, rummaging through the cupboards. Shortly after, he returns to you with a container of baby wipes in hand and a glass of water in the other. 

You’re a mess down there, sleek, wet, and gushing with slick. He kneels beside you, wiping your forehead first from sweat. You peer up at him, smiling, cupping his cheek. “Thank you,” you mouth to him. With another, he cleans your hands, then your legs, always glancing at you to make sure you’re still doing fine. You’re truly grateful for having a spouse as attentive and as caring as your husband, who, despite his typically stoic disposition, always dotes on you so sweetly. 

Done cleaning you up, he traces the outline of your lips with his thumb, saying, “Drink water, honey.”

You grumble at him, pretending to be asleep. He chuckles, leaning in closer for a kiss. “And go pee.”

You peek at him with one eye open, nuzzling your nose to his. “Okay, fine. But after you hold me for one more minute.”

He smiles, sliding his arms around you. “Anything you want, sweetheart. Anything you want.”

[bluunxtes]

nyz - wouldn't trade you for the world

CollegeAu! Ningning x gn!reader Ning Yizhuo stresses over losing losing track of you at a party due to past experiences.

warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk people, mentions of cheating and shitty exes.

word count: 507

a/n: hihi i'm not dead -yet lmao. sorry. been working on some stuff, still figuring out how i wanna lay things out, srry not v good at picking out pics for the header ajdhaljkdfakl. hope y'all r doing well. sorry if there's any grammatical errors and all that. also any feedback is greatly appreciated!

“Fuck” Ningning whispered to herself as she squeezed her way through the crowded room filled with drunk college goers.

Worry filled her stomach as she looked around the frat house hoping that history wouldn’t repeat itself. As much she wanted to trust you, Ningning couldn’t help but worry that instead of getting drinks like you said you would, she would find you with your tongue down some girl’s throat like she did with her last asshat of a boyfriend.

“Hey Aeri! Have you seen y/n?” Ningning screamed over the ridiculously loud music emanating from the large Bluetooth speakers scattered around the house.

“Ninnnggg! You look so stressed. You look liii-ke you need a drink girlll!” Aeri slurred, clearly not catching what the other girl asked her.

Ningning groaned at the drunk girl’s response, pulling her in closer to repeat the question.

“Aeri! Have you seen y/n? I lost them in the crowd, and I can’t find them anywhere!” Ningning frustratingly yelled.

Aeri’s eyes slowly grew wider as the words processed through her intoxicated brain.

“Y/n? You don’t think—”

“I’m trying not to!” Ningning shouted, interrupting the older of the two.

Ningning was trying her best to relax but it felt like worms were trying to eat their way through her guts, with how anxious she was feeling.

“I think I saw them in the living room! Near the snacks!”

Ningning quickly thanked her and bolted towards said area before the drunk girl could get another word in. The worst possible scenarios began running throughout her head as she got closer and closer to the snack table beside the dark green couches. Her height didn’t really help in the situation either, since it only made it harder to see in crowds of people moving in and out of the building. Her eyes instantly lit up after seeing the familiar red hoodie sitting on a L-sectional sofa as she scanned the surrounding area.

“Y/n!” Ningning called out while weaving between the mass of moving bodies in the room.

A wave relief came to her as she laid her eyes on you. The scene would have been comical if she weren’t so worried earlier.

“Hey Baby.” You mumbled guiltily, looking up with a mouthful of food.

“Yah! Where were you?" You had me so worried, you idiot!” Ningning says, shoving you.

“Sorry, I got distracted by the chicken buffalo dip. You want some?” You ask, holding up the crock pot that was in your lap.

Ningning gave one look to the puppy dog eyes you gave her and flicked your forehead.

“You should’ve at least said something so I wouldn’t have gotten so worried.” She sighed, nudging you over so she could sit down next to you.

“Sorry, baby. All my thoughts left my mind once I saw food.” You replied sheepishly, holding up a chip with buffalo chicken dip in front of her mouth.

Ningning rolled her eyes at the response but opened her mouth regardless. Despite all your idiotic tendencies, she wouldn’t trade you for the world.

[dat-town]

technicolor

Characters: Riwoo & female reader

Setting & genre: college au, established relationship, slice of life, fluff

Summary: The domesticity of watching your boyfriend paint his nails. (And yours.)

Warnings: -

Words: 1.1k

Author’s note: the header pic is from their insta

The sharp smell of acetone makes you scrunch your nose the moment you step into the studio apartment with a cheerful greeting. In such a small space it doesn’t take too long to spot the source of it: your boyfriend leaning over the coffee table in the middle of the living room, bottles of nail polish and remover scattered on top of the cheap IKEA furniture that already bears non-erasable coffee stains (there’s no such thing as non-cleanable your mother would say with her witchy methods that make the house smell like a demon exorcism had taken place, so you admittedly didn’t ask for advice on the matter).

Sanghyuk mutters a greeting back but he doesn’t look up from his work while you put down the takeout you brought from your favourite fried chicken place near campus on the kitchen’s already cramped counter between juice boxes and the almost empty candy jar. You pass by the coffee table, careful not to nudge it, and open the window to let the spring breeze in. Smog-filled like always in Seoul but mixed with the scent of cherry blossoms instead of paint chemicals.

Then you lower yourself to the ground, legs folded beneath you, knees brushing against the boy’s sweatpants-clad thigh, and hook your chin over his shoulder slowly enough not to startle him and make him mess up the straight lines with the small brush. Sanghyuk hums, a content little sound, which makes you smile and bury your nose more into the material of his top. He smells nice, citrus and pine trees, a clear contrast to the air around you. You can tell he showered after coming back from dance practice because the ends of his hair are still slightly wet and he wears his favourite hoodie, its sleeves rolled up over his elbows. Like always when he looks so cozy, you have this innate urge to snuggle up close to him but you hold back in favour of watching him paint his nails in colors of spring: peach, mint green and sky blue.

There’s music coming from the bluetooth speakers in the corner that you only notice then, it’s soft RnB, something you both like, so you hum along with the familiar tunes, following Sanghyuk’s precise movements with lazy eyes, the tiredness from the day slowly seeping into your bones and you get so comfortable against your boyfriend’s body, you don’t even want to move away. You almost lull yourself into a nap in this comfort, barely reacting when Sanghyuk adjusts his posture. He’s screwing the cap on a nail polish bottle when you open your eyes and the finality of the action spurs you into action.

“Do mine too?” You ask a little playfully, a little pouty, sneaking an arm under his and holding your hand out palm down, wiggling your fingers expectantly. Sanghyuk chuckles softly but doesn’t say no. He always spoils you like that.

You have long learned during your very first shared nail painting session that he’s much better at staying within the lines, so you trust him. He chooses different but matching colors for you: sunflower yellow, turquoise and baby pink. You smile at the combination and lean your cheek against his shoulder, fascinated by the way he immediately shifts his focus onto the task at hand. His eyes are sharper when he’s like this and there’s a frown on his forehead you will smooth out later.

Your gaze shifts to your hands when you feel his touch. He holds you gently but firmly, his fingers pressing lightly into the muscle of your palm, his thumb sweeping over your knuckles and you feel yourself relax even more.

No words are exchanged, none are needed. The car sounds from outside and the music coming from the speakers fill that void. You focus on the feeling of Sanghyuk’s rhythmical breathing and the golden colors of sunset painting the room in hues of orange. Acetone smell long forgotten, you’re enveloped by citrus and laundry detergent scent. Time slows, the clock barely ticks and it’s in moments like this when you realise you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Sanghyuk lifts your hands closer to his face and softly blows air onto the drying nails, careful and meticulous, more patient than you could ever be. He’s playing with the rings on your fingers in the meantime, particularly fond of one you bought together near Dotonbori in Osaka last spring break. It clinks to the matching one on his index finger as he laces your fingers lightly together, aware of your freshly done nails. You stay like that for a bit, quiet but content, drawing patterns of i love yous into each other’s skin, hoping that the invisibly etched words are more permanent than the dried nail polish.

When you feel Sanghyuk turn his head, you lift your chin to be able to look at him. His brown eyes are full of something awfully fond behind his slightly askew glasses. He looks at you half amused, half softened, with the same smile tugging on his lips like when he looks at something he likes.

“Hm?” You raise a brow curiously.

“Dinner?” He suggests and only then you realise the gaping hole in your stomach. Right, the takeout.

“Dinner,” you nod a bit sluggish still and it makes the boy smile wider.

He presses his lips against your cheek for a fleeting moment, leaving sickly sweet warmth behind, and then with that amazing core strength and control he has, he pushes himself up to his feet while still holding your hand. You whine a little at the sudden distance and then let yourself be pulled up too and follow Sanghyuk into your tiny kitchen.

It’s like an easy routine you don’t even have to think about: he gets the bowls and the box of takeout while you get the chopsticks and two chilled cans of drinks from the fridge and set it all down on the coffee table next to the myriad of nail polish bottles. You ask about his day and while you listen to a story with this lanky kid at his dance class and watch him spoon rice into your bowls, flecks of colors, his painted nails against his skin, catch your eyes like splattered paint on blank canvas. You can’t help but smile because even on a dull day he brings color to yours.

[elirium]

Okay, so how does the bat communication system work

They could use signal but tbh. That might be to much functionality on what we would need.

Authentication is like in this case pretty trivial, because they are like 2 dozent people who can all be in the same room at some time and get their devices in person. Maybe they have some kind of rsa token for that. And also they build their own devices (again like 2 dozent or something so)

Also the serverlessness of signal is great, if you dont want your data in some server, but also again. They probably have their own servers anyway. And soemtimes the bat communication network is written like if someone is offline they just never get the message so very normal client2client would work.... I would prefer using the batservers instead however.

Anyway so the signal protocol implements perfect forward secrecy (so if the key got into attackers hands the earlier send messages are save) and perfect backwards secrecy (future messages are safe). So you would keep these parts...

Because again they are only like max 2 dozent people the major drawback of signal (it not scaling well for big group communications) this also does not apply.

Okay now to the part of the wireless communication.... We do have the problem here that most of batman canon is before 2018. After thinking a lot about that and crying a bit i decided, to make any of this work we have to make an au in which Wayne enterprises build a 5G network in gotham in the 90s. In this au 5G would be the first one someone invented, so downgrade attacks would not work.

I also asked my friend for suggestions and he said maybe Wayne Enterprises did build a totally second Network additionall to the normal Gotham wireless network with own bts for the bats. And so the bats can just use their own build protocoll (using Dragonfly and ECDH). The Batman Protocoll would use own headers so the normal bts will just ignore that, and we will encrypt the header, so the headers can not be tracked.

I know some 90s comics also said Oracle is talking to the bats per phone, but for the sake of my sanity we are ignoring that.

Anyway so what do the bats for sure not use:

Fax: many things which irl would need to be somewhat private are send over fax, because this is client2client and not saved on any servers which belong to some external company. However!!! It is also not encrypted and just sends the message on clear text. Everyone with access to the connection could just read that

Wifi (i mean. the batcave might be bigger than 50 meter radius so, maybe they can actually use it there.)

Bluetooth

SMS

like normal phone calls

[apriltempleos]

october 14th 2024: voice recognition stuff

preacher: we have both the bluetooth (phone) as well as the aux microphones working. now we're switching the voice recognition software from cmusphinx to vosk. pocketsphinx is a bitch to install and it was a bit of a hurdle to get it to read the libraries in the headers but we got everything running now.

what scott's doing now is finetuning it so that we can have the microphone constantly listening. once that's done, we can start putting in the verbal commands. APRIL's gonna do a few more things than just tell prophecies!

[szonikuscsavarhuzo]

Megjelent az új Raspberry

Broadcom BCM2712 2.4GHz quad-core 64-bit Arm Cortex-A76 CPU, with cryptography extensions, 512KB per-core L2 caches and a 2MB shared L3 cache

VideoCore VII GPU, supporting OpenGL ES 3.1, Vulkan 1.2

Dual 4Kp60 HDMI® display output with HDR support

4Kp60 HEVC decoder

LPDDR4X-4267 SDRAM (4GB and 8GB SKUs available at launch)

Dual-band 802.11ac Wi-Fi®

Bluetooth 5.0 / Bluetooth Low Energy (BLE)

microSD card slot, with support for high-speed SDR104 mode

2 × USB 3.0 ports, supporting simultaneous 5Gbps operation

2 × USB 2.0 ports

Gigabit Ethernet, with PoE+ support (requires separate PoE+ HAT)

2 × 4-lane MIPI camera/display transceivers

PCIe 2.0 x1 interface for fast peripherals (requires separate M.2 HAT or other adapter)

5V/5A DC power via USB-C, with Power Delivery support

Raspberry Pi standard 40-pin header

Real-time clock (RTC), powered from external battery

Power button

[bihansthot]

How do I get my master list as pretty and put together as yours? I feel like mine is a damn mess and looks not great. Lol

Spend too much time on it? I did mine on my computer ages ago before it broke so I would suggest using a computer if you have one available to you. It’s basically just headers and hyperlinks. I don’t know what it looks like to do it on mobile cause ngl I’m terrified if I touch it, I will break everything. From what I remember though I’m pretty sure I used the HTML editor because like every old as dirt fangirl I had my own websites back in the day and know basic HTML. Google is my best friend though, if I don’t know how to make something the way I want it I google how I get it the way I want, try six times, fail, cry, regoogle it, figure out what I do wrong, pour Sobek some wine and YOLO it. Once I get my Bluetooth keyboard I will attempt to make my part two to my Master List and maybe I will have more useful information on doing it on mobile? Fingers crossed!

[perma-tune]

Smartphone-Enabled Distributors for Vintage Porsche Engines

Perma-Tune has introduced a new generation of engine distributors for classic air-cooled Porsche vehicles, offering a notable advancement in tuning capability while preserving the cars’ original character. These new distributors are tailored for models such as the 911, 914, and others using air-cooled engines, and are designed to integrate seamlessly into vintage engine bays without altering their period-correct appearance.

At the heart of this innovation is a move away from traditional mechanical components to a digitally managed system. In these new distributors, the rotor remains the only moving part. All timing functions are controlled using internal digital electronics. This eliminates mechanical wear spots such as points and centrifugal weights, thereby improving reliability and precision. The use of digital timing management enhances spark accuracy and stability across a range of driving conditions.

What sets these units apart is their integration with modern mobile technology. Perma-Tune’s distributors can be adjusted using a smartphone connected via Bluetooth. A free application provides an interface for tuning and monitoring engine timing in real time. Through this app, owners and tuners can modify ignition timing parameters on the fly. This functionality makes it possible to adapt the engine’s performance characteristics dynamically, whether the vehicle is on the track, navigating mountain roads, or simply cruising through city traffic.

The app’s design emphasizes user-friendliness and does not require deep technical knowledge to operate. Once paired with the distributor, users can access timing curves, adjust advance rates, and even observe performance metrics in real time while the vehicle is in motion. This capability offers a level of tuning precision previously unavailable to classic Porsche owners, without aftermarket engine management systems or specialized diagnostic tools.

The ability to adjust ignition timing also allows drivers to tailor engine performance to a wide variety of modifications. Whether the engine is equipped with performance headers, aftermarket camshafts, or other non-stock components, ignition timing can now be tuned via the Perma-Tune distributor to suit the specific characteristics of those upgrades. This helps optimize combustion efficiency and can contribute to increased horsepower, improved throttle response, and enhanced fuel economy.

Despite these technological advancements, Perma-Tune’s new distributors are designed to retain the visual integrity of the original parts. Installation manuals for models such as the 911SC126, 911CF126, 911MF126, and 914126 demonstrate that the units fit within existing mounts and utilize original harness connections. This attention to detail means that restorers and purists can integrate modern functionality without altering the classic appearance of their engine bays.

These smartphone-enabled distributors represent a fusion of classic engineering and modern convenience. By combining digital precision with mobile accessibility, Perma-Tune offers a solution that respects the legacy of vintage Porsche cars while enhancing their performance and reliability in today’s driving environments. For enthusiasts seeking to maintain the authenticity of their vehicles while taking advantage of current technology, this development marks a meaningful advancement in classic-car performance tuning.

[howzitsa]

MSI B550M PRO-VDH WiFi AMD Motherboard MSI PRO Series motherboards are designed to satisfy any professional workflow. Elevate your listening pleasure and enjoy the extreme sound quality. Moreover, with years of experience in creating performance-enhancing tools that are easy to use, only the highest quality applications are at your disposal. The extensive features let you fine-tune your system to deliver reliable maximum performance. Stay connected with Intel® LAN, optimized for stable internet throughput and ideal for championship-level online plays. MSI conducts thorough memory testing with the most popular memory brands under extreme conditions to ensure your system runs stable no matter what. Our memory partners include brands like Corsair, Crucial, Kingston, G.Skill, and many more to optimize memory modules and configurations. FEATURES: Support for 3rd Gen AMD Ryzen™ processors and future AMD Ryzen™ processors with BIOS update Supports DDR4 Memory, up to 4400(OC) MHz Lightning Fast Experience: PCIe 4.0, Lightning Gen4 x4 M.2 with M.2 Shield Frozr Premium Thermal Solution: 7W/mK pad, additional choke thermal pad, and M.2 Shield Frozr are built for a high-performance system and non-stop works Powerful Design: Core Boost, Digital PWM IC, 2oz Thickened Copper PCB, Creator Genie, DDR4 Boost Audio Boost: Reward your ears with studio-grade sound quality SPECIFICATIONS: Socket: AMD Socket AM4 CPU (Max Support): Support for 3rd Gen AMD® Ryzen™ processors and future AMD® Ryzen™ processors with BIOS update Chipset: AMD® B550 Chipset DDR4 Memory: 1866/ 2133/ 2400/ 2667/ 2800/ 2933/ 3000/ 3066/ 3200/ 3466/ 3600/ 3733/ 3866/ 4000/ 4133/ 4266/ 4400 + Mhz by JEDEC and A-XMP OC MODE Memory Channel: Dual DIMM Slots: 4 Max Memory (GB): 128 PCI-E x16: 1 PCI-E GEN: Gen4 / Gen3 PCI-E x1: 2 SATAIII: 4 M.2 Slot: 2 TPM (Header): 1 RAID: 0/1/10 LAN: 1x Realtek® RTL8111HN Gigabit LAN Wi-Fi and Bluetooth: Yes USB 3.2 ports (Front): 1(Gen 1, Type C), 2(Gen 1, Type A) USB 3.2 ports (Rear): 4(Gen 1, Type A) USB 2.0 ports (Front): 4 USB 2.0 ports (Rear): 2 Serial Ports(Front): 1 Audio ports (Rear): Realtek® ALC892/ALC897 Codec DisplayPort: 1 VGA: 1 HDMI: 1 DirectX: 12 Form Factor: M-ATX Operating System: Support for Windows® 10 64-bit WHAT’S IN THE BOX: MSI B550M PRO-VDH Wi-Fi AM4 mATX Motherboard – Black x1 SATA cables x2 Wi-Fi Antenna x2 I/O Shield x1 Driver DVD x1 Quick Install Guide x1

[christec]

Test des écouteurs Bluetooth SoundPEATS Capsule3 Pro+

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[wesleylam68]

Bluetooth accelerometer

I like knowing about Microcontrollers, 32 bit, STM32F429IIH6, STMicroelectronics and reading documentation material about, plug header and Bluetooth accelerometer.

[nuadox]

Smart fiber computers woven into clothing could transform health monitoring and performance tracking

- By Nuadox Crew -

MIT researchers have developed an elastic fiber computer that can be seamlessly woven into clothing to monitor health conditions and physical activity in real-time.

Unlike traditional wearables, these fiber computers cover large areas of the body, allowing for more comprehensive physiological monitoring.

The fibers contain microdevices such as sensors, a microcontroller, memory, Bluetooth modules, and a battery.

In tests, garments with these fibers accurately recognized exercises with 70% accuracy when using a single fiber, but reached nearly 95% accuracy when multiple fibers communicated with each other.

The technology will undergo real-world testing during the U.S. Army and Navy’s Arctic mission, Musk Ox II, where it will monitor soldiers’ health in extreme conditions.

Researchers believe fiber computers could revolutionize health monitoring, safety, and performance enhancement, with potential applications in everyday clothing.

Image: Tangled computer fiber. Credit: Yoel Fink.

Image: Interweaving a computer fiber with a blend of metal and textile yarns. Credit: Hamilton Osoy, IFM.

Header image: US Army Major Hefner trains in Norway while wearing a Fiber computer-based layer. Credit: US Army Cold Regions Research & Engineering Lab.

Read more at MIT News

Scientific paper: Yoel Fink, A single-fibre computer enables textile networks and distributed inference, Nature (2025). DOI: 10.1038/s41586-024-08568-6. www.nature.com/articles/s41586-024-08568-6

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ESP32-S3-Zero: Kleine Größe, große Leistung – Ein Überblick

Als Technikbegeisterter bin ich immer auf der Suche nach neuen spannenden Mikrocontrollern, die mit ihrer Vielseitigkeit und Leistung überzeugen. Der ESP32-S3-Zero von Waveshare ist mir dabei sofort ins Auge gefallen. Dieser kleine Mikrocontroller steckt voller Power und bietet beeindruckende Features, die ihn perfekt für Projekte aller Art machen – von einfachen Bastelarbeiten bis hin zu anspruchsvollen IoT-Anwendungen. https://youtu.be/p1PegGIhx-M In diesem Beitrag möchte ich euch zeigen, wie der ESP32-S3 Zero aufgebaut ist und welche besonderen Funktionen ihn so einzigartig machen. Besonders faszinierend finde ich die Kombination aus Dual-Core-Prozessor, WiFi- und Bluetooth-Fähigkeiten sowie der Möglichkeit, KI-Anwendungen direkt auf dem Mikrocontroller auszuführen.

Damit das Ganze nicht nur Theorie bleibt, habe ich ein kleines Projekt vorbereitet, mit dem ich euch Schritt für Schritt erkläre, wie ihr den ESP32-S3 Zero programmieren könnt. Gemeinsam werden wir sehen, wie einfach es ist, mit diesem leistungsstarken Mikrocontroller Ideen zum Leben zu erwecken. Ich freue mich darauf, mit euch in die Welt des ESP32-S3 Zero einzutauchen!

Technische Daten & Features des ESP32-S3-ZERO

Technische Daten Der ESP32-S3 Zero überzeugt durch eine leistungsstarke Hardware, die ihn zu einem vielseitigen Mikrocontroller für unterschiedlichste Projekte macht. Mit seinem schnellen Dual-Core-Prozessor, umfangreichem Speicher und zahlreichen Schnittstellen bietet er alles, was für anspruchsvolle Anwendungen benötigt wird. Die folgende Tabelle gibt einen detaillierten Überblick über die wichtigsten technischen Spezifikationen. KategorieDetailsTechnische DatenProzessorXtensa® 32-bit LX7 Dual-Core, bis zu 240 MHz HauptfrequenzWi-FiUnterstützt 2,4 GHz Wi-Fi (802.11 b/g/n)Bluetooth®Bluetooth® 5 (LE)SpeicherEingebaute 512 KB SRAM und 384 KB ROM, onboard 4 MB Flash-Speicher und 2 MB PSRAMGPIO-Pins24 GPIO-Pins mit flexibler KonfigurationUnterstützte Schnittstellen4 × SPI, 2 × I²C, 3 × UART, 2 × I²S, 2 × ADCUSBIntegrierter USB-Seriell-Port-Controller (Full-Speed)StromversorgungEingangsspannung 3,7 V bis 6 VHardwarebeschreibungGPIO33 bis GPIO37 werden für Octal PSRAM verwendet und sind nicht zugänglichWS2812-AnschlussGPIO21 ist für die Verbindung mit der WS2812 RGB LED vorgesehenUART-PinsTX (GPIO43) und RX (GPIO44) als Standard UART0 Pins markiertFirmware-FlashFirmware erfordert das Halten der BOOT-Taste (GPIO0) während des Anschlusses des Type-C-Kabels Features Neben seiner beeindruckenden technischen Ausstattung punktet der ESP32-S3 Zero mit durchdachten Features, die ihn besonders benutzerfreundlich und effizient machen. Von energieeffizienten Steuerungsmöglichkeiten bis hin zur Unterstützung moderner Kommunikationsstandards – hier sind die Highlights auf einen Blick. FeaturesDetailsEnergieeffizienzUnterstützt flexible Taktrate und unabhängige Modul-Stromversorgung zur Realisierung von EnergiesparmodiAntenneOnboard-Keramikantenne, geeignet für direkte Lötung auf TrägerplatinenRGB LEDUnterstützt WS2812 RGB LED mit spezifischen GPIO-VerbindungenLow-Power-FunktionenVerschiedene Steuerungsmöglichkeiten für geringeren Stromverbrauch in verschiedenen Szenarien Unterschied - ESP32-S3-Zero & Zero M Der Mikrocontroller ESP32-S3-Zero ist in zwei Versionen erhältlich: die Standardausführung ohne Header (Stiftleisten) und die Variante ESP32-S3-Zero-M, bei der die Header vormontiert sind. Technisch unterscheiden sich die beiden Versionen nicht, sodass du je nach Bedarf und Projektanforderungen wählen kannst. Die ESP32-S3-Zero-M-Version mit vormontierten Headern ist ideal, wenn du deine Schaltung zunächst auf einem Breadboard entwickeln möchtest. Hast du dein Projekt fertiggestellt und möchtest es auf eine Platine (PCB) übertragen, bietet sich die Standardversion ESP32-S3-Zero ohne Header an. Diese erlaubt es dir, den Mikrocontroller direkt auf die Platine zu löten, was für eine kompaktere und robustere Umsetzung sorgt. So hast du die Flexibilität, den ESP32-S3-Zero perfekt an deinen Entwicklungsprozess und die Anforderungen deines Projekts anzupassen.

Bezug des ESP32-S3-Zero

Den kleinen Mikrocontroller bekommst du in den einschlägigen Elektronikshops wie Ebay, Amazon, AliExpress usw. jedoch unterscheiden sich hier die Preise enorm, daher empfehle ich dir einen tagesaktuellen Preisvergleich. - berrybase.de - 6,90 € - ebay.de* - ab 7,85 € - amazon.de* - ab 11,80 € - aliexpress.com - ab 3,89 € Hinweis von mir: Die mit einem Sternchen (*) markierten Links sind Affiliate-Links. Wenn du über diese Links einkaufst, erhalte ich eine kleine Provision, die dazu beiträgt, diesen Blog zu unterstützen. Der Preis für dich bleibt dabei unverändert. Vielen Dank für deine Unterstützung!

Pinout des ESP32-S3-Zero

Der kompakte Mikrocontroller ESP32-S3-Zero überzeugt mit seiner kleinen Platine von nur 18 mm x 23,5 mm. Trotz dieser geringen Größe bietet er stolze 40 Pins, die vielfältige Möglichkeiten zur Anbindung von Peripheriegeräten ermöglichen. Neben grundlegenden Schnittstellen wie I²C, SPI und UART sind an den Pins GP1 bis GP13 sowie GP17 und GP18 zusätzliche ADC-Funktionen verfügbar, sodass hier auch analoge Signale verarbeitet werden können. Diese Kombination aus Größe und Funktionalität macht den Mikrocontroller besonders attraktiv für vielseitige Projekte.

Aufbau - ESP32-S3-Zero Weitere Informationen zu diesem Mikrocontroller findest du in der offiziellen englischen Dokumentation unter https://www.waveshare.com/wiki/ESP32-S3-Zero.

Programmieren des ESP32-S3-Zero

Wie bei den meisten ESP32-Mikrocontrollern stehen dir auch beim ESP32-S3-Zero verschiedene Möglichkeiten zur Programmierung offen. Du kannst ihn in der Arduino IDE, mit Espressif-Tools oder in MicroPython/CircuitPython programmieren. Ab Werk ist der Mikrocontroller bereits mit einer Firmware ausgestattet, die es dir ermöglicht, ihn in der Arduino IDE oder mit Espressif zu verwenden. Möchtest du hingegen mit MicroPython arbeiten, ist es notwendig, eine spezielle Firmware zu flashen. Keine Sorge, wie das funktioniert, erkläre ich dir Schritt für Schritt in dem oben verlinkten YouTube-Video. Arduino IDE Installieren des Boardtreibers Bevor wir mit der Programmierung beginnen können, müssen wir, soweit noch nicht geschehen, den Boardtreiber installieren. Dieser Treiber kommt mit dem Paket von Esspressif Systems, welches wir über die nachfolgende "Zusätzliche Boardverwalter URL" finden. https://raw.githubusercontent.com/espressif/arduino-esp32/gh-pages/package_esp32_index.json

Anschließend kann man über den Boardverwalter (6) nach esp32 (7) suchen und aus den Suchergebnissen die Schaltfläche INSTALL (8) am Eintrag "esp32 von Espressif" klicken.

Auswahl und Konfiguration des ESP32-S3-Zero in der Arduino IDE Wie erwähnt, kommt mit dem Paket viele Treiber für diverse ESP32 Mikrocontroller. Aus dieser Liste wählen wir den Eintrag "ESP32S3 Dev Module" aus.

Arduino IDE - Auswahl des "ESP32S3 Dev Module " Anschließend wählen wir den COM-Port aus. (Natürlich sollte ab jetzt der Mikrocontroller mit dem PC verbunden sein!)

Arduino IDE - Auswahl des COM-Ports Für die Ausgabe der Daten auf der seriellen Schnittstelle müssen wir den Wert von "USB CDC On Boot" von Disabled (default) auf Enabled setzen.

Rechts findest du die vollständige Konfiguration des ESP32-S3, so wie ich sie verwende. Dabei habe ich alle Werte auf ihre Standardwerte (Default) belassen, mit Ausnahme der Option "USB CDC ....", die ich individuell angepasst habe.

Programmieren der WS2812 RGB LED Lassen wir das übliche "Hello, World!" hinter uns und steigen direkt in ein spannenderes Projekt ein: die Programmierung der verbauten WS2812 RGB-LED, die am GPIO10 angeschlossen ist. Im standardmäßigen Programm, das automatisch startet, sobald du den Mikrocontroller an deinen PC anschließt, kannst du bereits einen Farbwechsel beobachten. Genau diesen Effekt wollen wir nun selbst programmieren und dabei die Funktionsweise der RGB-LED besser verstehen. Installieren der Adafruit NeoPixel Bibliothek Für das Programmieren der WS2812 NeoPixel verwende ich die Bibliothek Adafruit NeoPixel welche du entweder als ZIP-Datei vom GitHub Repository adafruit/Adafruit_NeoPixel herunterladen kannst, oder noch viel einfacher über den Bibliotheksverwalter der Arduino IDE.

Programmieren eines Farbwechsels an dem NeoPixel Programmieren wir also nun die WS2812 RGB LED. Diese ist am GPIO10 angeschlossen welchen wir programmatisch über den Pin 21 erreichen. Im Video siehst du den Farbwechsel von Rot über Grün zu Blau. Dabei ist die Helligkeit zunächst auf 50% eingestellt (das mag die Kamera deutlich besser). Auf der RGB LED kannst du theoretisch alle möglichen RGB Farben anzeigen. Das Problem ist hier bei kleinen Unterschieden das dieses nicht immer so sichtbar ist. Ich empfehle dir hier die Seite https://htmlcolorcodes.com/ wo du dir eine beliebige Farbe auswählen kannst und diese einfach in den Code kopierst. //Bibliothek zum ansteuern einer NeoPixel #include //Pin an welche die NeoPixels angeschlossen sind #define PIN 21 //Anzahl der NeoPixel #define NUMPIXELS 1 //Objektinstanz Adafruit_NeoPixel pixels(NUMPIXELS, PIN, NEO_GRBW + NEO_KHZ800); //Anzahl der Farben const int NUM_FARBEN = 3; //Array mit Farben uint32_t farben = { pixels.Color(0,255,0), //rot pixels.Color(255,0,0), //grün pixels.Color(0,0,255), //blau }; void setup() { //beginn der Kommunikation mit der NeoPixel pixels.begin(); //setzen der Helligkeit auf 50% pixels.setBrightness(50); } void loop() { //Schleife über die Farben for(int index=0;index Read the full article