#E-Paper-Display

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API-Daten des Bitaxe Gamma mit ESP32 und E-Paper-Display visualisieren

Der Bitaxe Gamma v601 verfügt über eine leistungsstarke API-Schnittstelle, die es ermöglicht, aktuelle Daten wie Hashrate, Stromverbrauch und Temperatur als JSON abzurufen. In diesem Beitrag zeige ich dir Schritt für Schritt, wie du diese Daten abfragen und weiterverarbeiten kannst. https://youtu.be/sxCrJ0skcAQ Alle wichtigen Informationen zu den verfügbaren API-Endpunkten findest du in der offiziellen englischen Wiki-Seite. Dort wird beschrieben, wie du die Schnittstelle einrichtest und optimal nutzt. Am Ende des Beitrags wirst du wissen, wie du die Daten regelmäßig abrufst und beispielsweise auf einem E-Paper-Display anzeigen kannst.

Bitaxe Gamma v601 mit E-Paper-Display von Soldered Disclaimer: Für diesen Beitrag verwende ich den Bitaxe Gamma v601 von Bitcoinmerch.com sowie das 7-Zoll E-Paper-Display mit ESP32-Chip von Soldered. Beide Geräte wurden mir von den jeweiligen Unternehmen kostenfrei für Review-Zwecke zur Verfügung gestellt. Ich habe die Geräte bereits in separaten Beiträgen vorgestellt und ausführlich getestet. Da ich sie für dieses Projekt als ideal geeignet empfinde, zeige ich hier, wie sich ihre Funktionen optimal kombinieren lassen. Dieser Beitrag spiegelt ausschließlich meine persönliche Meinung wider, und es besteht keine Verpflichtung gegenüber den Herstellern.

Abrufen der Daten via Postman

Zunächst rufen wir die Daten einmal mittels Postman ab. Der Vorteil an Postman ist, dass die empfangenen Daten vernünftig angezeigt werden und man diese von dort auch speichern kann (sowie die gesendeten und empfangenen Daten). Postman ist ein kostenfreies Tool, mit welchem du HTTP & HTTPS Anfragen an Server senden und die Antwort auswerten kannst. Auf diesem Blog habe ich dieses Tool bereits öfters verwendet und verwende dieses ebenso auch in meinem Hauptberuf als Softwareentwickler für diverse Schnittstellen. Aufbau von Postman Postman dient wie erwähnt zum Absenden von HTTP / HTTPS Anfragen (1) dabei kannst du die Anfragemethode (2) frei wählen (GET, POST, PUT, ...). Zusätzlich kannst du noch Header Informationen und Daten für die Autorisierung mitgeben (dieses entfällt bei der Bitaxe API). Über die Schaltfläche "Send" (3) wird die URL inkl. aller Daten abgesendet und wir empfangen im Erfolgsfall die Antwort (5) der Datentyp wird über den übermittelten Content-Typ automatisch erkannt, kann aber auch umgestellt werden (4).

Postman - Bitaxe API Request

Entpoints der Bitaxe API

Die Bitaxe API bietet nachfolgende Endpoints zum Abrufen der Daten: - GET - Datenabfragen - http:///api/system/info - POST - Daten senden, Aktionen ausführen - http:///api/system/restart - http:///api/system/OTA - http:///api/system/OTAWWW - PATCH - Daten ändern - http:///api/system/ Möchtest du mehr über die HTTP Anfragemethoden erfahren, so empfehle ich dir die Seite https://wiki.selfhtml.org/wiki/HTTP/Anfragemethoden wo diese ausführlich behandelt und erläutert werden. Für diesen Beitrag benötigen wir lediglich die Daten, welche über http:///api/system/info abgerufen werden können. Wenn du in nachfolgenden Adressen und Bildern eine IP-Adresse wie 192.168.178.44 findest, so musst du diese gegen deine ersetzen.

E-Paper-Display mit ESP32

Für diesen Beitrag verwende ich das farbige E-Paper-Display mit ESP32 von Soldered welches ich dir bereits im Beitrag Erfahrungsbericht: Wie gut sind die neuen E-Paper Displays von Soldered? vorgestellt habe.

Warum ausgerechnet ein E-Paper-Display? Ein E-Paper-Display ist für dieses Projekt besonders geeignet, da es extrem stromsparend ist. Der entscheidende Vorteil liegt darin, dass das Display nur Energie benötigt, wenn es aktualisiert wird. Nach der Aktualisierung behält es das angezeigte Bild ohne weiteren Stromverbrauch, was es ideal für Anwendungen macht, bei denen die Daten nur in regelmäßigen Abständen aktualisiert werden müssen. Dank dieser Eigenschaft kann der ESP32-Mikrocontroller zwischen den Updates in den Deep-Sleep-Modus versetzt werden, wodurch der Energieverbrauch des gesamten Systems erheblich reduziert wird. Dies macht das Setup perfekt für den Einsatz in Umgebungen, in denen Effizienz und geringe Betriebskosten im Vordergrund stehen, wie beispielsweise bei der Anzeige von Miner-Daten in Echtzeit. Technische Daten des 6 Zoll 7-Farben E-Paper-Display von Soldered Nachfolgend die technischen Daten des verwendeten 6" - 7-Farben E-Paper-Display von Soldered: SchlüsselmerkmaleDetailsDisplaygröße5,85 Zoll (ca. 15 cm)Auflösung600 x 448 PixelFarbunterstützung7 FarbenBildaktualisierungTeilweise Updates, schnelle InhaltsveränderungMikrocontrollerESP32 mit eingebettetem WiFi und Bluetooth 4.0 (BLE)StromverbrauchSehr gering, 18 µA im Deep-Sleep-ModusStromversorgungLithium-Akku oder USB, integriertes LadegerätSpeicherkartenleserMicroSD KartenleserSchnittstellenZusätzliche GPIO Linien, easyC/Qwiic Kompatibilität, Unterstützung für I²C und SPISoftwareFertige Arduino Bibliothek (100 % kompatibel mit Adafruit GFX) und MicroPythonGehäuseoptionenOptional 3D-gedrucktes GehäuseAkkuoptionenOptional 1200mAh AkkuAbmessungen131,5 x 105,5 x 10 mmAbmessungen mit Gehäuse140 x 119,3 x 13,6 mm

Programmieren des E-Paper-Displays in der Arduino IDE

Um das E-Paper-Display mit dem ESP32 zu programmieren, nutzen wir die Arduino IDE. In diesem Abschnitt zeige ich dir, wie du Schritt für Schritt die Steuerung des Displays implementierst, die API-Daten des Bitaxe Gamma v 601 abrufst und diese visuell ansprechend darstellst.

Bitaxe - Dashboard Nachfolgend das fertige Projekt zum Download. Du musst lediglich in der Datei statics.h die IP-Adresse auf deinen Bitaxe anpassen! Programm: Dashboard eines Bitaxe auf einem E-Paper-DisplayHerunterladen kompletter Quellcode des Projektes Hier nun der komplette Quellcode für dieses Projekt. Was dir noch zusätzlich fehlt sind die Schriftarten welche du unter libslibrariesInkplateLibraryFonts findest. #include #include "HTTPClient.h" #include "Inkplate.h" #include "WiFi.h" #include "statics.h" #include "FreeMono9pt7b.h" #include "FreeMonoBoldOblique24pt7b.h" #include "FreeSansOblique9pt7b.h" #include "FreeSansOblique12pt7b.h" HTTPClient sender; WiFiClient wifiClient; Inkplate display; struct HashRate { double hashRate; String bestDiff; String bestSessionDiff; }; struct Power { double powerConsumption; double voltage; }; struct Temperature { double asicTemp; double voltageRegulatorTemp; }; struct PoolData { String stratumUrl; int stratumPort; String stratumUser; }; struct WiFiConnection { String ssid; String macAddr; String status; String hostname; }; struct AsicData { int frequenz; double coreVoltage; String model; int asicCount; }; struct BitaxeData { HashRate hashRate; Power power; Temperature temperature; PoolData poolData; WiFiConnection wiFiConnection; AsicData asicData; long timestamp; }; BitaxeData bitaxeData; long lastUpdate = -900000L; const long PAUSE = 900000; void setup() { Serial.begin(115200); WiFi.mode(WIFI_MODE_STA); WiFi.begin(WIFI_SSID, WIFI_PWD); while (WiFi.status() != WL_CONNECTED) { delay(500); Serial.print("."); } Serial.print("IP-Adresse lautet: "); Serial.println(WiFi.localIP()); display.begin(); //Einmaliges setzen der Uhrzeit / des Datums an der RTC. //Dieser Wert wird durch eine Pufferbatterie gehalten! display.rtcReset(); display.rtcSetTime(20, 13, 0); display.rtcSetDate(1, 16, 12, 2024); } String readRTC() { display.rtcGetRtcData(); int minutes = display.rtcGetMinute(); int hour = display.rtcGetHour(); int day = display.rtcGetDay(); int weekday = display.rtcGetWeekday(); int month = display.rtcGetMonth(); int year = display.rtcGetYear(); char buffer; sprintf(buffer, "d.d.%d - d:d Uhr", day, month, year, hour, minutes); return buffer; } void setText(String text, int coord_x, int coord_y, int color, int textSize) { display.setTextColor(color); display.setCursor(coord_x, coord_y); display.setTextSize(textSize); display.print(text); } void displayHashRate() { display.drawRect(5, 100, 135, 75, INKPLATE_GREEN); display.setFont(&FreeSansOblique12pt7b); setText("HashRate", 20, 120, INKPLATE_GREEN, 1); display.setFont(&FreeMono9pt7b); setText(((String)bitaxeData.hashRate.hashRate) + " GH/s", 10, 140, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); setText(bitaxeData.hashRate.bestDiff, 10, 160, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); } void displayPower() { int offsetX = 185; int offsetY = 100; display.drawRect(offsetX, offsetY, 135, 75, INKPLATE_ORANGE); display.setFont(&FreeSansOblique12pt7b); setText("Power", offsetX + 35, offsetY + 20, INKPLATE_ORANGE, 1); display.setFont(&FreeMono9pt7b); setText(((String)bitaxeData.power.powerConsumption) + " W", offsetX + 10, offsetY + 40, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); double voltage = bitaxeData.power.voltage / 1000; setText(((String)voltage) + " V", offsetX + 10, offsetY + 60, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); } void displayTemperature() { int offsetX = 370; int offsetY = 100; display.drawRect(offsetX, offsetY, 185, 75, INKPLATE_BLUE); display.setFont(&FreeSansOblique12pt7b); setText("Temperature", offsetX + 20, offsetY + 20, INKPLATE_BLUE, 1); display.setFont(&FreeMono9pt7b); setText("ASIC: " + ((String)bitaxeData.temperature.asicTemp) + " °C", offsetX + 10, offsetY + 40, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); setText("VR: " + ((String)bitaxeData.temperature.voltageRegulatorTemp) + " °C", offsetX + 10, offsetY + 60, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); } void displayAsicData() { int offsetX = 5; int offsetY = 185; display.drawRect(offsetX, offsetY, 185, 100, INKPLATE_BLACK); display.setFont(&FreeSansOblique12pt7b); setText("ASIC Data", offsetX + 20, offsetY + 20, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); display.setFont(&FreeMono9pt7b); setText("Model: " + ((String)bitaxeData.asicData.model), offsetX + 10, offsetY + 40, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); setText("Freq.: " + ((String)bitaxeData.asicData.frequenz) + " MHz", offsetX + 10, offsetY + 60, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); double voltage = bitaxeData.asicData.coreVoltage / 1000; setText("Voltage: " + ((String)voltage) + " V", offsetX + 10, offsetY + 80, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); } void displayWiFiConnection() { int offsetX = 205; int offsetY = 185; display.drawRect(offsetX, offsetY, 350, 100, INKPLATE_RED); display.setFont(&FreeSansOblique12pt7b); setText("WiFi Connection", offsetX + 100, offsetY + 20, INKPLATE_RED, 1); display.setFont(&FreeMono9pt7b); setText("Hostname: " + ((String)bitaxeData.wiFiConnection.hostname), offsetX + 10, offsetY + 40, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); setText("SSID: " + ((String)bitaxeData.wiFiConnection.ssid), offsetX + 10, offsetY + 60, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); setText("MAC-Address: " + (String)bitaxeData.wiFiConnection.macAddr, offsetX + 10, offsetY + 80, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); } void loop() { long currentMillis = millis(); if (currentMillis > (lastUpdate + PAUSE)) { lastUpdate = currentMillis; display.clearDisplay(); display.display(); display.fillScreen(INKPLATE_WHITE); display.drawImage(LOGO_URL, 10, 0, true, false); display.setFont(&FreeMonoBoldOblique24pt7b); setText("Gamma v601", 195, 50, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); display.setFont(&FreeSansOblique12pt7b); setText(readRTC(), 205, 80, INKPLATE_BLACK, 1); if ((WiFi.status() == WL_CONNECTED)) { WiFiClient client; HTTPClient http; String apiRequest = API_URL; Serial.println(apiRequest); http.begin(client, apiRequest.c_str()); int httpCode = http.GET(); String httpResponse = http.getString(); parseBitaxeJson(httpResponse); http.end(); } else { Serial.println("Keiner WiFi Verbindung!"); } displayHashRate(); displayPower(); displayTemperature(); displayAsicData(); displayWiFiConnection(); //einen Text in den Footerbereich schreiben display.setTextColor(INKPLATE_BLACK); display.setCursor(80, 440); display.setTextSize(1); display.setFont(&FreeMono9pt7b); display.print("Stefan Draeger - https://draeger-it.blog"); display.display(); } } void parseBitaxeJson(String httpResponse) { int contentLength = httpResponse.length() + 1; char json; httpResponse.toCharArray(json, contentLength); StaticJsonDocument doc; DeserializationError error = deserializeJson(doc, json); if (error) { Serial.print(F("deserializeJson() failed: ")); Serial.println(error.f_str()); return; } HashRate hashRate; hashRate.hashRate = (double)doc; String bestDiff = doc; hashRate.bestDiff = bestDiff; String bestSessionDiff = doc; hashRate.bestSessionDiff = bestSessionDiff; bitaxeData.hashRate = hashRate; Power power; power.powerConsumption = (double)doc; power.voltage = (double)doc; bitaxeData.power = power; Temperature temperature; temperature.asicTemp = (double)doc; temperature.voltageRegulatorTemp = (double)doc; bitaxeData.temperature = temperature; PoolData poolData; poolData.stratumPort = (int)doc; String stratumUrl = doc; poolData.stratumUrl = stratumUrl; String stratumUser = doc; poolData.stratumUser = stratumUser; bitaxeData.poolData = poolData; WiFiConnection wiFiConnection; String hostname = doc; wiFiConnection.hostname = hostname; String macAddr = doc; wiFiConnection.macAddr = macAddr; String ssid = doc; wiFiConnection.ssid = ssid; String status = doc; wiFiConnection.status = status; bitaxeData.wiFiConnection = wiFiConnection; AsicData asicData; asicData.frequenz = (int)doc; asicData.coreVoltage = (double)doc; String model = doc; asicData.model = model; asicData.asicCount = (int)doc; bitaxeData.asicData = asicData; } In der Datei statics.h. werden die Verbindungsdaten zum Router, die Adresse zum Bitaxe Logo und die API URL gespeichert. #define WIFI_SSID "abc" #define WIFI_PWD "1234567890" #define LOGO_URL "https://draeger-it.blog/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/bitaxe_logo_klein.bmp" #define API_URL "http://192.168.178.44/api/system/info" Das Programmieren umfasst mehrere wichtige Schritte: von der Einrichtung der benötigten Bibliotheken und Konfiguration des ESP32 über die Verarbeitung der API-Daten bis hin zur grafischen Darstellung auf dem E-Paper-Display. Mit der Arduino IDE kannst du den Code einfach anpassen und erweitern, um das Projekt deinen Anforderungen entsprechend zu optimieren. Wir gehen dabei strukturiert vor, sodass am Ende des Abschnitts dein Display die Miner-Daten korrekt anzeigt und regelmäßig aktualisiert. Schritt 1 - Installieren des Boardtreibers für das E-Paper-Display Damit wir das E-Paper-Display in der Arduino IDE programmieren können, müssen wir zunächst den Boardtreiber installieren. Zuvor müssen wir die nachfolgende URL zu den zusätzlichen Boardverwalter URLs hinzufügen. https://raw.githubusercontent.com/SolderedElectronics/Dasduino-Board-Definitions-for-Arduino-IDE/master/package_Dasduino_Boards_index.json Im Boardbverwalter (1) suchen wir nun nach Inkplate (2) und wählen am Eintrag "Inkplate Boards von Soldered" die Schaltfläche INSTALLIEREN (3).

Schritt 2 - Installieren der benötigten Bibliotheken Schritt 2.1 Inkplate für das E-Paper-Display Damit wir Text, Bilder und geometrische Figuren auf dem Display anzeigen lassen können, benötigen wir dazu noch eine Bibliothek. Diese können wir ebenso einfach wie den Boardtreiber installieren. Öffnen wir zunächst dne Bibliotheksverwalter (1) und suchen nach Inkplate (2) am Eintrag "InkplateLibrary von e-radionica.com" wählen wir die Schaltfläche INSTALLIEREN (3).

Schritt 2.2 ArduinoJSON für das parsen der API Daten vom Bitaxe Für das parsen der Daten im JSON-Format vom Bitaxe benötigen wir eine zusätzliche Bibliothek, hier verwende ich ArduinoJson. Read the full article

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Top 10 Real-World Applications of E-Paper Displays in 2025

Technology is changing the way we live, work and shop—and in 2025 one of the coolest innovations is the e paper display. You may have seen one without even realising it! They’re popping up in train stations, supermarkets, libraries and even on smartwatches. It looks like printed paper but can change what it shows—without using much power. It’s easy to read in the sun, uses very little electricity and is better for the environment than regular screens. Across Australia more and more businesses and councils are choosing this clever technology. So, where exactly are e paper displays being used in real life? Let’s explore the top 10 ways this display tech is making everyday life better and smarter.

What is an E-Paper Display?

An e paper display (also called electronic paper) is a special kind of screen that works differently from the screens on your phone, TV, or computer. Instead of glowing brightly, it reflects light—just like real paper. That means it's much easier to read, especially in sunlight.

These displays are made up of tiny capsules filled with black and white particles that move around to create images and text. Once the image is made, the screen doesn’t need more power to keep showing it. It only uses power when the screen changes. That’s why this revolutionary displays can run for days, weeks, or even months on a single battery.

They are also very thin, lightweight, and easy to read from any angle. Because of these features, they are now used in many industries across Australia.

Real-World Applications of E-Paper Displays

1. Train and Bus Stop Timetables

Cities like Sydney and Melbourne are replacing old paper or LCD boards with e paper displays that show real-time transport schedules. These smart signs work day and night and are easy to update remotely.

2. Retail Price Tags

Stores like Woolworths and Coles use e paper displays on shelves to show product prices and specials. It saves time for staff and makes shopping easier for customers.

3. Outdoor Advertising

From parks to bus shelters, outdoor e paper display ads are becoming popular. They’re readable in sunlight, need less power, and are more eco-friendly.

4. Smart Parking Signs

Councils in cities like Brisbane use e paper displays to show available parking spots and real-time parking rules. This helps drivers save time and reduce traffic.

5. Hospital Information Boards

Hospitals like the Royal Melbourne Hospital use e paper displays for room signs, patient info, and staff notices—making updates easier and cleaner.

6. Library Book Shelves

Libraries in Sydney and Perth display book categories using e paper displays, making it quicker for people to find what they’re looking for.

7. School Timetables and Notices

Some Australian schools now use e paper display boards to share daily schedules, news, and event info—cutting down on paper and printing costs.

8. Office Meeting Room Signs

Offices in major cities use e paper displays outside meeting rooms to show bookings and availability, reducing confusion.

9. Wearable Tech

Fitness bands and smartwatches with e paper displays are loved for their long battery life and easy-to-read screens.

10. E-Readers and Tablets

Kindles and other e-readers use e paper display screens that look just like paper, perfect for reading at the beach or in bed without straining your eyes.

Final Thoughts

The e paper display is more than just a clever screen—it’s a practical, eco-friendly solution that’s already making life easier across Australia. With low power use, easy readability, and flexible designs, it’s no wonder this tech is growing fast.

Interested in bringing e paper display solutions to your business, school, or public space?

 At Engagis, we specialise in smart, energy-efficient display technologies that are tailored for Australian environments. Want to explore more smart display solutions for your business or local project? If you need digital shelf labels, transport signage, or meeting room screens. Reach out to us—we’d love to help!

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E-Paper Display Market is Set to Garner Staggering Revenues By 2030

Allied Market Research, titled, “E-Paper Display Market Size," The e-paper display market size was valued at $1.6 billion in 2020, and is estimated to reach $9.5 billion by 2030, growing at a CAGR of 17.3% from 2021 to 2030. 

The major factors that boost the global e-paper display market growth include, the ongoing technological advances in e-paper screen, emerging applications areas, positive environmental impact, and the advantages provided by e-paper display over other display technologies. In addition, the lower cost involved in manufacturing of large e-paper display and the efforts towards integration of e-paper with flexible electronics are anticipated to supplement the market growth. However, the low refresh rate of electronic paper display and the absence of multiple colors limit the market growth.

The e-paper display market analysis is provided on the basis of product, application, and geography. The products segment is classified into auxiliary displays, e-readers, electronic shelf labels, and others. The application segment includes, consumer & wearable electronics, institutional, media & entertainment, retail, and others. Region-wise, the e-paper display market trends are analyzed across North America (U.S., Canada, and Mexico), Europe (Germany, UK, France, and rest of Europe), Asia-Pacific (China, Japan, South Korea, India, and rest of Asia-Pacific), and LAMEA (Latin America, Middle East, and Africa).

The e-readers segment accounted for the major market share in 2020 and is expected to maintain a similar trend during the forecast period. This is attributed to the wide adoption of e-readers in established as well as developing economies, owing to the growth of web-based learning and digital shelf labels, followed by others products category, which includes smartcards, cabinet lock readers, and information signage holding the second and third largest market reading habits. Electro share respectively in 2020.

Geographically, North America accounted for the majority share in the e-paper display industry in 2020, with anticipation to reach $2.6 billion by 2030, maintaining lead during the forecast period. High rate of adoption and higher disposable income of North American population are some of the factors that are expected to enable the region to dominate the e-paper display market during the forecast period. Asia-Pacific followed by LAMEA are expected to grow at relatively higher CAGRs, owing to the presence of ample growth opportunities in terms of technology adoption and possible investment prospects in these regions.

Key Findings of Study

In 2020, the e-readers segment generated the highest revenue, accounting for over 50% of the global e-paper display market share.

The auxiliary displays segment is expected to grow at the highest CAGR of 21.2% from 2021 to 2030.

North America held the majority of market share in 2020 and Asia-Pacific is anticipated to exhibit the highest CAGR during the forecast period.

The key players profiled in the report include Liquavista B.V. (Amazon), Cambrios Technologies Corporation, CLEARink Displays, Inc., E Ink Corporation, Guangzhou OED Technology Inc., GDS Holding S.r.l., Plastic Logic, LG Electronics Inc., Pervasive Displays Inc., Samsung Electronics Co. Ltd., and Ynvisible Interactive Inc. Market players have adopted various strategies, such as product launch, collaboration & partnership, joint venture, and acquisition, to expand their foothold in the e-paper display market.

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author's note. i saw those pics and howled how is he so husband coded..... also decided to post this on his e word day to cheer up us all:(

summary. you feel a little down when your husband seems interested in another woman... but maybe that's your pregnancy causing unnecessary drama in your head

warnings. reader is pregnant<3 slight angst bc reader is hard on herself regarding her looks:( jealousy + mentioned drinking (not reader!!!! never drink while pregnant!!!!), haechan being a lil mean but he doesnt mean it lmao

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jaehyun was helping in the kitchen and laughter was booming from the room whereas you and the others sat in the living room, waiting. 

“the food was so good” you sighed dreamily, rubbing your tummy in a satisfied motion and a  huge smile. 

“i bet she liked it too, huh?” jungwoo snickered, pointing at your stomach.

“oh yes she did. she’s a meat lover after daddy” you giggled and patted your baby bump gently. 

“you inhaled that bbq, we thought there’d be nothing left” haechan giggled and mark nudged his elbow.

“dude!” he hissed, sending you an apologetic smile. 

you just scoffed, shaking your head. 

“no, no, he’s right. it’s the baby you know. sorry” you mumbled and yuta plopped down next to you. 

“don’t apologize, he’s just not too much of a thinker” he teased and rubbed his own stomach too “man, i’m full”

“drinks!” doyoung waltzed into the room, balancing a platter. the ice in the elegant glasses clinked, colorful beverages shining in the sun falling through the huge window. 

johnny put down a bowl of chips. 

“ah, i’ve been waiting for that” yuta hummed like a purring cat and snatched the drink the second doyoung placed them down. 

“and an orange juice for a special lady” jaehyun appeared in front of you and handed you the glass. it had ice and a paper umbrella in it, a slice of lemon adorning the edge. 

you sent him a soft smile, puckering your lips in a pout. that’s a habit you developed ever since your pregnant belly started being too restrictive. it was a sign for ‘i wanna kiss you but i can’t move’

he leaned closer and planted a sweet kiss on your lips, knowing what you meant. 

“i wanna drink too…” you joked, pouting like a kicked puppy. 

“one more month baby” jaehyun said softly, sending you a reassuring smile. 

the evening went on, chatting and joking accompanied by the football match they were watching. 

you were slowly dozing off, partly paying attention to what they were saying. 

“y/n is almost as round as the ball now, look!” donghyuck giggled and your eyes snapped open at the mention of your name. 

“i wonder if your belly if bigger than a ball… i’d say it’s rather a basketball size, huh?” jungwoo pondered. 

a bitter pang overtook your heart. you know they didn’t mean it to sound rude but you couldn’t help but wonder if you’re really that… big… and round… and apparently so easy to target, too. 

jaehyun caught your unfazed expression and clicked his tongue. 

“you remind me of a ball too. your fuckass big head–“ he joked at haechan and everyone laughed, including you. 

and when you went to the bathroom, you missed jaehyun taking the youngest to the side. 

“do we have everything, baby?” your husband asked, pushing the cart. you looked at your notes, not even halfway checked. 

“we barely entered the mart” you grunted and looked up at him. his dimples poked in a boyish smile. 

“anything you’re craving right now, misses” he teased and you rolled your eyes. 

you may or may have not sneaked some of your pregnancy cravings into the cart but you didn’t think he’d notice. 

“shut up. it’s our girl, not me” you huffed dramatically and wrapped your hands around his arm. 

suddenly, a pretty girl appeared in the aisle. she had long, silky blonde hair and was wearing a really cute outfit. it displayed her long legs and the crop top she was wearing exposed her flat stomach. her face was perfect, makeup glowing like a model. 

you sulked upon seeing her figure. you missed your old body. you missed being able to walk around in outfits like these. hell, even fitting in jeans was out of your reach now. 

you realized that when she passed you by, jaehyun turned his head to look at her. 

wave of sadness washed over you, slowly letting go of his arm. you didn’t blame him, though. you were nothing compared to her. big belly, no makeup, hair in a normal ponytail. you haven’t dressed up in a while – and even if you did, you wouldn’t look like you would before. 

“i don’t feel too good. i’ll go back to the car” you mumbled, feeling like crying. you wanted to hide from the world… from your own husband. 

jaehyun’s features dropped in instant worry, turning to you.

“are you okay? i’ll drive you home. do you need to see a doctor?” he asked, panic in his voice. 

“i’m… no, i’m fine! just finish the shopping, ill wait in the car” you grunted and gave him your phone with the list, turning around on your heel. 

he has never ran enough a grocery shop so fast in his entire life. 

after almost sprinting to the car and loading the bags, he hopped in and scanned your face in search of pain. there was always a risk of you giving birth sooner than expected so he was just extremely cautious. 

he noticed your swollen eyes and wet tears. maybe it was just the hormones, it’s not like you haven’t cried before because he just killed a fly. (“what if that fly was pregnant too? what if it was a working father? what if–”) 

he started the car and reached out to grab your hand. you just played with his fingers to ease your nerves, a silent drive home. 

for the past two days jaehyun had a feeling that you were avoiding him. you’ve been either sleeping all day or hiding away in your bedroom. 

at the end of the day jaehyun decided to talk to you. but upon walking into the room, he saw you sitting at the edge of the bed. your loose shirt was slightly up, your fingers tracking red stretch marks on the side of your stomach. 

“hey baby, what’s up?” he hummed, walking up to you “we haven’t talked in a while, hm? everything okay?” 

you sighed and just pulled the shirt down, covering your belly completely. 

“look at me pretty, come on” he was starting to get worried. kneeling down to settle between your looks, he noticed your teary eyes.  

“i just feel so gross, you know?” you mumbled, gently rubbing your tummy. jaehyun sighed softly, relieved to hear that you’re not in physical pain. he put one of his hands on your knee, rubbing it in a soothing motion “like i know it’s inevitable but everyone keeps making comments and… and i just miss my old body. it may never be the same… and… it’s just dumb”

“don’t listen to haechan, he’s still a kid. he doesn’t know what he’s talking about” jaehyun said, trying to ease the tension 

“i saw the way you looked at the girl, in the store” you mumbled, lips quivering. he furrowed his brows and realization hit him like a ton of bricks. but before he could explain, you went on “and i get it, i’m so ugly now, i don’t even dress up. i can’t even put anything else than sweatpants… and don’t even mention heels. i get you.”

“oh honey… she had a cute outfit, that’s why i looked. i think you have a similar top, by the way. but also, i agree, i turned my head but… her face seemed familiar. you know that it was johnny’s ex?”

“what?” you asked, finally looking at him. the cute dimple smile painted his cheeks as he nodded.

“yeah. i just, i don’t know, was so shocked it was her so i just turned around. but not to check her out or anything. because you are–” he started.

“wait, the one with a foot fetish?!” you asked suddenly. 

jaehyun snorted loudly, hanging his head low. and here he was about to be romantic.

“yeah, her” he snickered and looked back up “but my point is, i only have my eyes on you. we both knew that pregnancy will change your body and i admire you so much. you’re so strong. and just know that, whether or not you will go back to your shape… the stretch marks will stay… will grow old and wrinkled… i will love you. those things don’t matter to me”

you shook your head and pulled the shirt over your face, something you did when too embarrassed to cry. and you did, small sobs choking out from under the material.

“you look beautiful to me. you’re carrying our baby girl and you really glow, to me” jaehyun said and stood up, hands going to rest on your shoulders.

“i love you” you cried and put your shirt down only to wrap your hands around his waist and sob into his shirt. he rubbed your skin in a calming way. 

“i love you more, pretty girl” he whispered into your hair.

after you’ve calmed down he helped you lay down and tucked you in. jaehyun laid down next to you and rested his head on his hand, adoring you with a soft smile.

“got it? you’re the prettiest” he hummed and placed a soft kiss on your lips. then, his hand sneaked to lift your shirt a bit.

he traced the red stretch marks with a feather-light touch and then put his hand gently on your belly. he felt small movements and warm feeling spilled over his heart.

“and i bet she’ll be equally beautiful, my little dandelion” your husband whispered softly. and you couldn’t help but grin, looking at his whipped state.

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[orphicsun]

𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 (𝐄.𝐖)

pairing: office siren ellie + mean boss reader

word count: 4k

warnings & content: androgynous office siren ellie, mean fem reader, assistant & boss (power dynamic), southern-to-city trope, degradation kink, praising and degrading names (whore, good girl), masturbation w/ fantasies, semi-public sex, spanking, hair-pulling, bondage (handcuffs), fingering (e! receiving), overstimulation, plot twist at the end.

"From the lenses of aesthetics, we see a persona in the populus. We see what we want to see of visuals displayed before us in a self-preserving act of courtship. We want others to understand us, even if just by a hair. These labels are not us. You must peel back the layers of the office siren and unravel her, and then she will feel seen."

She wears her face with a stoicism rather than the grimace hiding underneath the vessel, but it'll never do. It's a poker face, it's just what the people want to see.

It's the appearance that so unfairly contributes to the entirety of her presence. It isn't what she feels or the sensations in her body, but the way her strands of hair cling in union. It’s about blurring out the flaws like a filter, but it extends to her dialect, mannerisms, and individuality. So, she doesn't raise complaints when her polished, black Zappos leave blisters on the back of her feet. Her heels are always veiled by the study material; nobody will perceive the struggle; still, the struggle is great.

The world Ellie was thrown into was simply harsh, to put it in professional terms. When you grow up in a small town in which your bills aren't always paid and breakfast is pop tarts (off brand, may I add) over the five-course meal your peers perceive as simple, you don't understand much. Really, Ellie was used to her childhood of popsicles out of flimsy plastic packaging because she was so rural the ice-cream truck didn't stop by, a childhood consisting of the creek with the occasional snake rather than an inground pool and mud pies with ground-up locust shells as frosting on top.

The move from Mississippi to New York was originally to study astronomy at Wagner, a university with a modernized planetarium. Ellie took out loans with stars in her eyes and a dream to study beyond planet Earth, but things don't always work out. Apartments in New York are expensive, and bills pile up. So do papers and due dates.

Indeed.com proved useless, but a flyer with "hiring!" printed across it, a couple blocks from her unfurnished apartment, landed her a desk, a name-tag with "Ellie Williams" engraved onto it, and a bitchy boss whom she was the assistant to.

(-)

It's not like the nights she spent writing and studying useless information when all she wanted to be doing was getting hands-on with her major transferred into something valuable. Instead, she is simply a part of a system, and she is a meaningless employee in a five-floor building.

It raises the question of why she stays. Joel calls her often, and she picks up every time to hear it: "why don't you come back home?"

It's because Ellie is craving to be seen.

She doesn't quite know who she is. She knows attributes of herself that piece together a person to few and another person to many. Each part of her, from her hobbies to the color socks she wears, differentiates between who she is talking to.

Joel knows about the socks with the ugly green and tan print, her favorite pair that she used to lose almost every day. It's the pair that resides in her scratchy wooden drawer back in a nameless town she still holds in her heart, though she veils her southern accent in favor of what is nearly a monotone when clocked in.

To any coworker who is brave enough to ask, though none never will, her socks are plain white and at an appropriate length. Always the same, every single day.

That bitchy boss is the reason she stays and deals with it, though.

It's not exactly the tights that cling to your thighs in a picture screaming proactive, but you get away with it because you've got privileges in that five-floor building. It isn't the curve of your ass or the thought of your cleavage spilling out of your blazer that keeps her awake at night. She really wishes it was how you like to bend over on a random Tuesday and flash your black, lacy panties. They do hug your pussy lips nicely, though.

It's how insufferable you are.

Ellie should hate it, but it turns her on. Ironically, you put her in focus. Any time you near her desk, she adjusts her horrible posture and her foggy glasses, and she gets to typing out that summary you asked for an hour ago.

She is truly terrified of you. It would be prompt to say she fantasizes about you in the comfort of her own bedroom, but she is a leaking faucet in intimate white cotton fabric throughout the day, mind steamy at the most inconvenient times. It’s tortuous, but the filthiest parts of Ellie’s soul crave it, needs it. It seeps into her dreams and runs her ragged. 

That same bitchiness that can ruin her day is what provokes the feeling within Ellie, though; you’re unlike any of those other corporate assholes. You don’t care about things that cease to exist to Ellie once she enters her apartment. You don’t care about anything that has to do with Ellie in any sense, shape, or form. Even if your eyes were physically forced in her direction, you’d still refuse to acknowledge her existence. 

It drove her crazy at first. Ellie grew up with her elbows on the table and paper plates, not without proper decorum. Even your boss would be expected to treat you like a person, but you don’t. The only time you notice your assistant is when she fucks up, like the instance in which Ellie printed out the wrong stack of 20 papers. You truly did notice her presence that day.

You go against what New York has taught her–to be perceived, even if within a persona. A polite, grayscale persona within the likes of the people who call salt a seasoning.

It’s not to say all corporate jobs are so boring, but this office with these people? It’s maddening to want to be liked and understood all the same. It’s impossible.

Ellie hated you a year ago. The first week of her new job was hell because of you, loading her up on tasks she wasn’t acclimated to. She was sore from a desk job; it was pathetic.

You grew on her, though. The type of conditioning you pressed into her was entirely unintentional, but any natural human would fall for it. You ignored her for 99% of the time. It drove her insane. So, she began fucking up entirely on purpose. 

And she had some shame to begin with, that little amount in her gut that made her want to hurl after opening the wrong excel sheet and printing it off. It went against what she had been forcefully trained for. Still, it became addicting. The days in which you had lectured Ellie for her behavior, she’d gone home and fucked herself silly to sleep. It was an adrenaline boost in her boring life. 

It’s not all shameful, though. You remind her of home, the paint chipped off of the wooden house she was practically born and raised in. Ellie would go crazy surrounded by the same grey-hued people, but she has you. A sun, scorching her skin if she gets too close. Everyone else may as well be flecks of dust floating through space. 

It’s a guilty pleasure of hers she shouldn’t indulge in, but she does it anyway.

(-) 

“Boss?” Ellie tentatively calls from the doorway. 

The sight alone is almost enough to make her drop to her knees with a foam cup still in her hands–lip liner overlines every corner she wants to kiss, and it makes her jealous to think that a simple cosmetic product gets to have you so intimately. The line of your cleavage from the way you lean forward slightly gives Ellie a small flashback to inside her apartment, her face buried in her pillows and ass up as she rubbed her clit for hours at the thought of your tits jammed in her face. 

“Leave it on my desk.” You don’t look up to even acknowledge her. You always confuse Ellie’s head, heart, and cunt. It’s not the imaginable type of affection she craves, but she wants you to look up from your desk and at her. Today, she messed with her bangs for nearly 30 minutes and wore a new suit she had forgotten about in the back of her tiny little closet. She wants you to notice her. Fantasizes about what you’d say if you did look up. 

“Get the fuck out of my office, you whore.” You’d scoff, “and don’t wear that again.” Ellie knows she’s in over her head; way too much of a masochist, but she can’t help it. You bring it out in her in the way you already talk to her. It wouldn’t be too much of an exaggeration, would it? 

Ellie carefully places the cup on your desk and awkwardly turns around, slightly stalling as she walks out. Her cunt catches a heart beat when she hears your voice. Just the tone, too. 

“I asked for a caramel latte, Ellie. Hot. This is freezing cold..is this a tea?” You sigh, extremely exasperated. 

“Sorry, ma’am. I must’ve forgotten.” 

“Of course. You did this last week, too. I’m telling you, I really am about to write you up.” You still don’t glance up from your laptop. It’s impressive, really. 

“No!–I mean, that won’t be necessary, ma’am. I apologize for the mix-up.” 

When you finally look up, your eyes meet hers. Your eyes are sharp enough to slice into the part of Ellie that is already soft and weak for you. Her hands shake no matter how tightly she grasps the bottom of her vest. 

“Sorry isn’t enough. Lock the door and strip.” You glance right back down at your bright screen and begin typing again. 

“Wha–Excuse me?!” Ellie sputters, jaw on the floor. That is the last thing Ellie expected to come out of your mouth.

“Now. Unless you want that write-up? I’m sure you can’t afford it.” You smile, and it’s not toothy or cute. You’re a cold, heinous bitch. Your gaze is flat and uncaring, assuring Ellie that you don’t have an ounce of shame in you.

Ellie strips before you, though. She pulls off each layer of clothing until she is exposed, the light from the windows behind you leaving a vulnerable pit in her stomach. 

You take her in from the front–chocolate-kissed hair brushing against her collarable as she frees it from its usual low bun; soft, delicate skin dotted and kissed with visible flecks of melanin; soothing, green eyes that intimidate most. You see right through them, though. There in her eyes lay pupils, enlarged and absorbent for you and only you. There she is, like your own lap dog. You’d be dumb to shoo her off. 

“Good. Now, I want you on the ground. Be a good girl and bow down, I know you want to.”

She drops to the floor, her legs folded underneath her thighs. She descends until she meets the carpet, until it’ll form a strawberry splotch on the focal point of her forehead. Her body is folded up like origami, the curve of her butt resting against the back of her feet. She feels as though she is the process of an artist’s work. This is your design–she is simply the work in progress that you’ll turn inside out, brand her neatly as your masterpiece. 

When her glasses fall from her face, she shivers. She does not move, though. Something within her needs to trust you.

(-)

Ellie doesn’t know how long it has been since you gave your first instruction. It could be minutes, could be an hour or two. All she knows is that she knows she is being watched by you, and it’s one of the most inexplicable feelings Ellie has stumbled upon. 

The persona of a girl with auburn hair neatly slicked back save for the swoop of her bangs, freckles dotted across her cheeks but unmentioned in their character, a girl who carries herself high rather than as slumped as she feels and opts for sleek eye-wear instead of the bulky square lense, is slowly being unraveled. 

The sudden heel in her back is a stab she recognizes, as she stares at the shiny red louboutins throughout the day when possible. Still, it’s an entirely different sensation to experience the very imprint upon her skin. 

“You’re too stiff.” You press further despite your comment. 

She doesn’t mean to be stiff; in fact, Ellie has dreamt of this moment, fantasized it in her mind for years. She should embrace it, but your words ring true. Her hands are balled up into tense fists, and she trembles. 

The pressure on her spine leaves, but she still remains tense. Then, a soft palm climbs up her back from behind. Her heart-beat races close to her chest, wanting to keep to itself. 

“Why?” The softness in the word is so intimate, Ellie would guess that such an utterance would be whispered into her ear. It was still loud and public, though. 

“I..” She swallows, shivering slightly from both the temperature of your office; it’s as cold as you. “I’m not used to being naked in front of anyone like this.” 

You spread your fingers upon her upper back until the webbed feature of your hand threatens to strain. “Are you a virgin?” 

That raises a small scoff from Ellie, but you don’t use the response against her. It’s a moment of vulnerability and trust as opposed to pure sexual lust and the promise of consequence that awaits. “No.” She adds in the form of a mumble, “it just feels weird. I’m used to being.. err, professional.” 

“You don’t need to be, not in here.” Your hand leaves her back, but she is pried from her lowered position when you cup her face, pulling it up until her eyes meet yours. “I want to see you for what you really are.” You patiently swipe your thumb across her bottom lip. “Take you apart and see what you are beyond this little act I know rely on.” 

Ellie easily relaxes with you now. Her eyes don’t simply look into yours, rather absorbing the stare you offer to her from above. 

“I know you think about me. Tell me what you fantasize about.” 

She holds a moan in her throat, just barely keeping it beyond her tongue. When she hesitates with her answer, you squeeze her cheeks together. “I’m not touching you properly until you do.”

When you step back, Ellie scrambles with her feelings. All of those fantasies she so passionately lived in now feel pathetic, yet it’s a guilty thrill.

“I have dreams about you. Well, about you and I.” She admits, eyes moving from a diversity of objects and decoration in your office before meeting yours. “I have dreams about you–”

“Bending you over my desk?” You interrupt, a casual lilt in your tone that makes her jaw lower. 

“How do you know about that?!” She gawks at you, cheeks as red as a field of strawberries. 

“It doesn’t matter. But it’s true, isn’t it?” She nods, and you grin. “Yeah. Say it for me, then.”

“I..I dream about you bending me over your desk and fucking me.” She mutters underneath her breath, “hard.”

“Go on, then.” You step to the side, leaving her a clear, short path to your desk. The mahogany shines nicely. She can already imagine it–your fist full with her messy hair spilling between your fingers, and the other hand occupied with the dripping mess that is Ellie’s cunt. 

She looks at you like a deer caught in headlights, clumsily trying to figure out if you mean it. You don’t falter in your gaze. 

She unskillfully rises to her feet and approaches your desk. When the wood is just below her gaze, her head turns back to look at you. “You want me to just.. bend over?” She asks, slightly uncertain. 

You only nod. 

As if being naked isn’t exposing enough, she can feel your gaze on her. It’s not hard to imagine where you’re staring, either. Her fingers find the opposite side of the desk and fold to hold onto it tightly, a small distraction.

“There’s a pair of handcuffs in the drawer just below you. Take them out for me.” 

That causes the girl to shiver slightly, but she obliges, loosening her vice-grip on your desk and retrieving a pair of fuzzy hand-cuffs from your drawer. She wants to ask why they’re in your office, but refrains. 

Ellie quickly conjoins her wrists behind her back and feels the cold metal clink against them, a clicking noise when they’re firmly binding her wrists. She is now helpless to you. 

And the sight she is–soles of her feet on the carpet, the harsh, bright light directly above casting over her ass to display every blemish and freckle. Exaggerated arousal seeps from between her folds, majora slightly hidden with dark, thick hair. The joining of her wrists causes her face to press further into the desk. She still trembles, though you can look right into her pussy and see her true feelings on the entire predicament. She craves your approval, but more, much more than that, she wants to be like the extra copy on your desk: to be shredded up and completely destroyed by you. 

“Say what you want.” You trail your hand up her ass, wine-red manicured nails sinking lightly into the skin. 

It’s all she can ask for, so she lets herself fall apart for you. Her hips shift, wiggling upwards. “Fingers.” Ellie mumbles, though a slight whine is clear in her voice. 

But instead, all she gets is a light slap on her right ass cheek. She gasps and slightly lifts her head to look back at you. “What was that for?!”

“I know you’re not that stupid, you slut. I want a full sentence from you.” 

A whimper leaves her lips when you spread the globes of her butt, leaving her feeling somehow more exposed than before. She knows you’ve completely unraveled her when she can hear every noise coming from outside the room, but doesn’t care. There should be something inside her twitching to do her job, to be a responsible assistant who doesn’t get fucked on her desk by her boss, but whatever it is left her the moment you told her to get naked. 

“Hah–” your hands find purchase on both hips, pulling her ass back against you. The silky fabric of your skirt grazes her clit, making her involuntarily shiver. “I want your fingers. I want your fingers inside me.” 

“Ask again.” 

She huffs in indignation. “I did what you said!” 

When you wrench back her head with a fistful of her auburn hair, the attitude in her disappears. “W-Wait, okay. I want your fingers inside me, please. I want to cum.”

You release her head and card your fingers through her hair. “Yeah?”

She bobs her head reverently. “Yeah. Please.”

(-) 

Ellie knows that some things are to be regretted in life. There are choices made that she just has to learn to live with. Regret can be temporary: that break-up from high school, procrastinating a research paper for the 12th time a semester, moving far from Mississippi. A better term for those temporary regrets is doubt. 

The uniform life she lives doesn’t have room for doubts, though they fill her mind. She has great doubt in whether some of her coworkers actually like her, or if it’s simply courtesy. There are plenty of doubts about her skills in her position; she never had to sit and answer emails, organize, and run errands all day in the South. Her job from the age of 16 was at a rest stop, the only rest stop in the dinky town. She was used to being on her feet and having short conversations with tired travellers in the dead of the night. The office is like a maze to navigate, and she is a mouse blindlessly chasing cheese. It raises doubts. 

Being bent over your desk and finger-fucked leaves her head empty for once. If her skull wasn’t currently emptied out onto your nice desk, she would want to feel regret upon begging so fervently for this. You’ve made her cum three times already, and she isn’t sure how much more her quaking body can handle. She can’t think about anything but the pleasure stinging deep inside of her body, though. 

Three fingers plunge in and out of her pussy, the office once as uneasily silent and cold as ever now humid and echoing with the noise of her dripping hole being stuffed full to the brim with your digits, her moans still loud even with her face pressed against the desk. 

“You’ve got one more in you, baby. I can feel it.” Only a whorishly loud whine in response. “This greedy pussy swallows my fingers up whole, doesn’t it?” You coo, but the tone is less maternal and completely condescending. 

“Fuck,” Ellie cried, more strained as she raised her hips to take you deeper. The past ten minutes of being brought to her fourth orgasm has been an alternation of squirming away from your overwhelming touch and backing herself further into it for more. 

“Is that all you have to say?” You tease, twisting your fingers up into her until you feel the ribbed section of her walls, the most sensitive spot. She just melts into the desk and takes it, moaning little incoherent phrases. Drool trickles down the corner of her lips and onto the wood, but you don’t worry much of it. It’s cute.

“More. Fuck me harder, please. Wanna cum, need to cum around your fingers–” she rants on aimlessly, wrists shifting against the cuffs. 

“Yeah? Go on, then. I’m not stopping you, baby. Cum for me one last time.” 

Just as suddenly as it happens, it ends. Ellie jolts forward, no longer in your standard office, but in her bed. Her wrists are not tied, but simply on either side of her.

“Jesus christ,” she rubs at her eyes before glancing over to her bed-side alarm clock. There, it reads 1 a.m in bright red. “When the hell did I fall asleep?” 

She rolls back into her sheets on her stomach and closes her eyes, sleep surrounding her from each side; but as the invisible clock ticks, she feels wetness pool in larger amounts in her boxers. She groans, reaching for the half-dead vibrator on her nightstand, already knowing from experience that she will be up for the next hour. 

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[milkbobatyun]

the brief taste of freedom

pairing: yandere!il capitano x reader

genre: angstober, events, yandere

summary: as the captain's wife, others thought the title brought power, fame and money. yet, it was weighed down by the chains of confinement. your yearning to escape had been caught by the captain. would you be able to escape, unscathed?

word count: 1k

C O N T E N T W A R N I N G : yandere behaviour, slight manipulation (?)

a/n: and with that, this fic marks the conclusion of angstober. i hope everyone reads them has enjoyed the fics as much as i have enjoyed writing them (though some were quite rushed LMAO) here where i live, it's already october 31st, so for those who celebrate halloween, happy halloween and have fun trick or treating !! (mini fun fact: this year, i did a home-made cosplay of choso and offered candy/scared children hehe ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

as a child, you had dreamed that love and marriage meant chaste kisses, long vows filled with love and adoration. you relished in the mirages of stunning dresses, chiming wedding bells and petals falling from heaven. but your hopes and fantasies were dashed when you were offered like a prize to the first harbinger, il capitano.

he was a quiet, stoic man of little words. it was no surprise that the wedding ceremony was subdued, a simple signing of a contract, the scratching of pen on paper replacing the chimes of wedding bells.

you should’ve expected this from a harbinger. he held total control over what you could do. your name as il capitano’s wife was merely a façade.

the weight of your title was a mockery. it was supposed to symbolise power, pride, even admiration from the nobles of snezhnaya, but it only brough you confinement and solitude. you had to ask his permission to leave the house, so you stuck to the shadows of the mansion, a wife in name only.

there were no late-night conversations, endearing glances, romantic dinners under candlelight. in fact, you spent most of your time dining alone, the grandfather clock’s rhythmic beats the only sound in the silence.

sometimes, you sat at your window, hearing the maids gossiping about a new festival in town, their laughter and chatter striking a pang of longing within your yearning heart.

he allowed you material things, but outings were out of the question. with every refusal, every permission denied, the fire in you grew stronger. you wanted to escape this frigid prison and experience life.

he knew of how you would sneak into the warmth of the greenhouse at night, peering up at the night sky of snezhnaya, relishing in the display of lights every night.

but recently, he had noticed footprints in the snow, ones that trailed from beneath your window. his butler informed him of how the madame would often retire early in the night, silence engulfing her quarters, with orders to not disturb her until the morning.

il capitano didn’t think there would be a day when he caught you, sneaking away under the watchful gaze of the stars.

il capitano stood by the floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the gardens like a silent guardian. in the distance, he could see the warm glow of festival lights, the people bustling like ants.

nursing a glass of wine in his hand, il capitano watched the people mill about.

suddenly, in the shadows of the garden, he caught sight of a huddled figure, wrapped in the silken sheets of your blankets. they clung to the shadows, feet treading carefully in the ice cold, white powder.

anger seized him in its ugly grip. how dare you sneak out of the manor, when he provided you everything you could ask for. his clawed hand tightened against the wine glass, almost crushing the fragile object in his grasp.

silently, he abandoned the cracked glass on the nearest table, his furred cloak settled around his shoulders as he stalked towards the door, footsteps echoing with the intent to confront the one who dared to escape from his grasp.

you were so close to the hole in the garden wall, freedom just a mere few steps away.

your movements are stilled as a cold, clawed hand crushes your wrist in its wrathful grasp, fear coursing down your spine, turning you into an icy statue.

“where,” his voice growled, a threatening edge to his voice. “do you think you’re going?” the cold, no, fear rendered you speechless, your teeth chattering against each other.

“the…the festival,” you manage to whimper out, face grimacing at the force of his grasp on your wrist. you were certain it would be turning tender purple and blue the next morning. your breath was caught in your throat, the last warm puff of air suspended in the air, as though it was holding its breath, waiting to see what the captain would say.

“your little games, it ends here, tonight, in this very garden,” il capitano hisses, his grip unrelenting. under his armour, he could feel how your pulse raced, its rhythm erratic and feeble.

with your remaining hand, you clutched the blanket tighter around you. il capitano could see, underneath, you had donned the plain clothes of commoners.

fury consumed him like a flame. he gave you premium silks from liyue, commissioning the famous lady chiori to design your outfits based on the latest trends. and yet, you lower yourself to the level of those lowly ants and don their filthy clothes.

a muscle twitched in il capitano’s jaw, but your view is obscured by his heavy helmet.

il capitano weighed his choices carefully.

forbid you from leaving and lose your favour or let you go to the festival and risk you running away.

neither seemed favourable to his calculating mind, so he chose to compromise. he would sacrifice his precious time to accompany you to the commoner’s festival.

with a heavy sigh, il capitano relented.

“if you are so intent on mingling with the commoners,” he sighed, voice edged with disdain, “then i will accompany you.”

lit only by the faint moonlight, he watched as astonishment and joy settled into your features, your brows raised in surprise. il capitano, the feared harbinger, would spare a morsel of his time to accompany his wife to a festival hosted by ordinary snezhnaya citizens?

that was unheard of, unprecedented. who knew what rumours the nobles, with an abundance of free time on their hands, would gossip.

the il capitano, going soft for his wife. utterly scandalous.

“but…” the words had barely escaped your lips before you hastily shut your mouth, intent that no more words fell from your lips, lest it cause him to change his mind.

“enough.” his tone was final, leaving no space for argument. “you will have your night, however, you will be under my watch and,” he continued, voice laced with disgust. “you will change out of those filthy clothes before you leave.”

it wasn’t a statement you had wanted, for you didn’t desire to draw attention to yourself when you attended such events, however, something in his voice held a glimmer of a sharp, hidden weapon, a clear warning: this fantasy of escaping would end here, he would not be lenient.

for tonight, your freedom had been granted. you could only pray to the archons that il capitano would feel good humoured enough to accompany you once more, at another time.

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[suigenerisisadiva]

IF THE BATFAM HAD A REALITY SHOW: EPISODE 2 !COSTCO EXCLUSIVE! - FEAT BATSIS!READER

Pairings: Batfam x Batsis, batboys x batsis Content: Swearing, crude humour, Damian is a warning in himself lets bfr, classist jokes, reader calls Bruce "Daddy" in a platonic way, because that's what I call my father, the internet has sexualised that word too much imo

A/N: This was so fun you guys, if you want more pls tell me Huzzlings I tag: @ilona2nerrie, @softieekayy, @inejinn, @watchmakerhippo

🖤The Wayne Family: Trauma, Trust Funds & Tiaras🖤 – Episode 2: ‘The Costco Incident’

[OPENING SCENE: Theme Song Over Slow-Mo Glam Shots]

Flashing paparazzi. Designer heels on marble floors. One (1) feral sibling wrestling someone off-camera. Cut to black SUVS, Steph falls into pool. Tim is asleep in the confessional booth. The screen reads:

They have money. They have issues. And now they have a camera crew.

NARRATOR:

“Previously on Trauma, Trust Funds, and Tiaras—Stephanie discovered her incompetencies in the kitchen, Richard had a catastrophic breakdown leading up to the family dinner and Y/N had her banana milk stolen and never found out about the offender, this week on Trauma, Trust Funds & Tiaras, the Wayne take a trip to Costco, in attempts for "middle class immersion" in the words of Mr.Wayne.

CONFESSIONAL CAM - Y/N

[Y/N]: Daddy said we needed to learn how to ‘live like the commoners.’ So he rented out a Costco. Because obviously the most grounded way to experience the working class is by clearing out a warehouse that sells peri peri sauce by the bucket. I came for the free samples and banana milk.... and to watch Tim horde coffee beans and red bulls like a fucking dumbass

SCENE: INT. COSTCO – DAY

Dick, with wonder in his eyes: I love Costco it's like Target but on creatine.

Jason: (Already holding three rotisserie chickens) I'm not leaving without the giant teddy bear. I need it. For my—emotional support.

Tim: Why is everything in packs of 600?

Damian: (pushing the cart as though it is a war chariot) WHY ARE THERE THREE KILOS OF GRATED CHEESE IN THE CART?

Y/N: (holding a 1.5kg jar of Nutella and appears to be bench pressing a 72 pack of banana milk) “You bitches are asking the wrong questions. Where are the food samples?”

CONFESSIONAL CAM: TIM

Tim: Y/N took one of those free samples and looked the poor woman dead in the eye and said, ‘I’m going to need a whole pie for testing purposes.’ And somehow she GOT IT.

SCENE: HOUSEHOLD SUPPLIES AISLE

Bruce: (reading label) Darling, do we need a pack of 48 bath towels?

Y/N: We didn’t need a 70-room mansion either did we daddy, but here we are.

Jason: Are we talking about regrets? Because I found a kayak. I want the kayak.

Dick: Jason, we don’t have a lake????

Jason: Didn’t say I’d use it on water Dickwad

CONFESSIONAL CAM – DAMIAN

Damian, (arms crossed, fully serious): I tackled someone for the last tub of hummus. I have no regrets. They were 76. Survival of the fittest.

SCENE: CHECKOUT

Employee: (terrified) That’ll be $9,873.42.

Y/N: (hands over another party-sized bag of doritos, walks over to buy hotdog ) Dad, blink once if you’re judging me.

Bruce: (does not blink)

Tim: We bought 120 rolls of toilet paper.

Y/N: “You say that like you don’t have trust fund anxiety.”

Jason: “I bought a tent even though don’t camp, I just wanna to sit in it when I hate all of you

CONFESSIONAL CAM – DICK

Dick: We lost Damian for a few minutes and when we found him he was in the mega camping tent on display

CONFESSIONAL CAM – BRUCE

Bruce: I wanted to teach them humility. Instead, Y/N asked if she could buy a forklift ‘just because it looks like fun.’

CONFESSIONAL CAM – Y/N

Y/N: I did donuts in the Costco parking lot with my Urus, I made Tim film it.Jason joined in with his motor bike, and Dick stole the dirt bike Dad bought Damian, I literally love this family.”

ENDING SCENE: THE LOADING DOCK

Bruce stares at a mountain of bulk items.

Jason and Dick are sword fighting with baguettes.

Tim is checking if they got enough cold brew to last the week (they didn’t).

Y/N is trying to fit a 2m teddy bear into The Range Rover because her Urus' boot is full

Damian is attempting to indoctrinate a goose that wandered in from outside into crime fighting.

Narrator:

“Next week on Trauma, Trust Funds, and Tiaras — - the Waynes throw a charity gala, Y/N mistakes it for a themed rave. - Tim overdoses on espresso, needing a chamomile tea IV Drip, - Jason wears the giant teddy bear as a disguise. “Tune in for more wealth, whiplash, and whatever the hell Damian’s doing in the koi pond.”

LMFAO I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS!!!!!

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Sources !-

Blue lines - @cursed-carmine

Bat dividers - @sister-lucifer

Batfam Header - Pinterest (Robin #6)

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[bluebnny]

Out of control

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

trafalgar law x reader

contents: just law being the biggest tease, suggestive, but no smut, established relationship, everything that happens is consentual

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, law feels up reader, a lot of teasing from law in general - reader is technically gender neutral (ie. no use of pronouns), but has a vagina

a/n: this was originally supposed to be more of a headcanons type of thing, but i kind of suck at writing those, so i've been fighting with it in my drafts for a week before deciding to just make it a one shot. Except it's not a one shot, and i was so focused on the build up that i didn't even get to the actual smut so... part 2 hopefully soon? Dividers made by me. Happy reading, and enjoy <3

word count: 1.761

The steady hum of the Polar Tang’s engine accompanies you as you make your way down one of the ship’s corridors. The sound being only punctuated by your soft steps echoing along the walls. You love the sound, even though it’s very monotone. There’s something calming about it that gives the metal submarine a very welcoming vibe. Once you get over the initial feeling of claustrophobia, that is. You remember the sensation of being trapped when you had first stepped foot onto the ship, hating that the icy, crushing ocean was just beyond those walls, enclosing you from all sides.

But the tough adjustment period was well worth it, as you soon discovered. You had never in your life slept as soundly and deeply as you did on the submarine, the faint drone of the ship lulling you to sleep every night. Together with the fact that you never wake up from harsh sunlight streaming through the windows, it creates the perfect environment to rest.

Plus, sharing a comfy bed with your boyfriend doesn’t hurt either, you think as you round the corner to his office.

“Hey Law, I was supposed to give you these earlier, I only just remembered.” Walking into the room, you don’t look up from the bundle of papers in your hands at first, his silence not out of the ordinary. What you had found intimidating at first, you now chalk up to a certain amount of social awkwardness.

But when you meet his eyes, you’re taken aback by the look on his face. You know that look. He has that ever so subtle smirk and dangerous glint in his eyes, making him seem like he’s about to pounce on you. Or maybe it’s just the lack of his usual scowl. Either way, it automatically makes the space between your legs burn hot in a way you’ve come to associate only with him.

Law’s hat is on the table, leaving his messy hair on full display, and it looks ruffled in that endearing way you like. His casual black shirt brings out his hair colour even more, and the neckline is just low enough to show his collar bones and the top of his chest tattoo. The sleeves, which are rolled up to his elbows, give you a perfect view of his toned forearms. And your eyes can’t help tracing the markings adorning them all the way down to his hands.

“E- everything ok?” You try to sound casual, like you haven’t noticed anything, giving him a light, innocent smile. But you already know the odds are not in your favour. You don’t stand a chance, already struggling not to ogle him too plainly.

“Everything’s ok.” He simply answers, the way his eyes narrow a little telling you he’s onto you. But he doesn’t address it, loving to toy with you. “Are those the inventory lists? It’s about time we plan out next restock, I assume.”

“Ehm- yes! We’ve already assessed our current food reserve and made a general list for things to stock up on. Of course, we always end up adding things last minute, so it’s not the final one.” You ramble on, blinking a little to clear your head and force yourself to look away from your boyfriend’s hands. Your gaze instead meets his, which you immediately regret. He’s wearing his reading glasses, and the way they frame his face paired with the darker skin around his eyes makes your knees a little weak. He has that smart, authoritative air around him, and you’re a little ashamed of how much you like it.

He obviously notices that, too, having taken note long ago of the way your eyes always stray to his hands when he gets you riled up. But still, he won’t break the tension, enjoying the uncertain look on your face. He loves making you nervous. Forcing you to lose your composure.

“Ok.” And after a short pause, “You can leave them on my desk.” As you had made no sign of stepping closer.

“Oh, yes of course.” Only now remembering you had stopped in your tracks a few steps from where he is sitting. You walk up to stand next to him, trying to find a good spot to place the papers without disorganizing all the stuff already cluttering up the space.

Law doesn’t let a lot of people touch his workspace. He doesn’t trust that others won’t disturb the carefully organised mess that only he can perfectly navigate. But he doesn’t help you clear a spot like he usually would. In fact, he’s not even looking at his desk, his eyes still fixed on you with that sly expression on his face.

You don’t notice at first, thankful to focus your hands and mind on something other than the way Law is affecting them. However, your relief is short-lived when you feel his hand gently snake around the back of your thigh, just above your knee. You try to ignore it, but your breath hitches when he keeps moving it, slowly running it further up the inside of your leg.

“Uhm, Law?” You can’t hold back the shakiness in your voice now, knowing he must be reeling in the way you so desperately try to cling to your composure.

“Hm?” Is all he says, voice sounding far too innocent for the situation, but his hand doesn’t stop.

“Uhm- I uhh.” You don’t dare glance at your boyfriend. “Where did you want them?”

“Just anywhere is fine, thank you.” His taunting is apparent only in the way his voice is way too casual for what he’s doing. He gives you a slight squeeze, hand almost at its destination between your legs.

“I’ll just put them wherever then.” You try to quickly end the exchange and leave, but before you can even place down the papers, Law’s hand reaches its target. The bump of his thumb pressing against your entrance, while his index pushes up against your clit. It makes you give an involuntary flinch at the delicious prickling feeling running up your body, feeling goosebumps forming under your boiler suit.

Your head whips around to glare at him, but he holds your gaze, his teasing smirk now a little more pronounced. The way his deep grey eyes pierce you from over the rim of his glasses, paired with a taunting raise of his eyebrow instantly has you blushing. His hand stays where it is.

“Is something the matter?” He simply can’t stop. There’s a deep, dark part of him that relishes in the feeling he gets from putting you in a helpless position. And it’s not because he doesn’t like you, on the contrary. He loves you. You are his partner, his favourite person in the world, the only one he wants, now and forever. And that’s precisely why he needs to knock you off the pedestal he alone has placed you on.

Law is heavily traumatized. Since childhood, he has been a victim of unbearable circumstances out of his influence, completely alone, his survival hinging only on his ability to show no weakness. As a result, Law’s biggest fear is being at the mercy of others, feeling vulnerable. He started to develop cruel and violent tendencies to cope, desperate to no longer live in fear, to stop being prey. Thinking, in his reckless scramble for control, that becoming the hunter is the only option.

Obviously, Law has changed since then, no longer walking into the headquarters of renowned criminals with grenades strapped to his chest. He learned to plan ahead, becoming more strategic and less erratic in his approach. And he also learned that strength lies in numbers more than ruthlessness. But a small part of him will always stay a terrified child whose only tactic is to attack at the first sign of danger.

And you have an unfortunate way of triggering that side of him.

“Law, you know I have work to do.” You frown, trying to hide how much he’s getting to you. A part of you wishes he would simply take you here and now, but you know he won’t. You learned long ago that Law likes to play with his food before eating it.

“I know you do. Is there something preventing you from attending to your duties?” That bastard.

Though he doesn’t show it, Law is terrified of the way you make him feel, of the way he completely forgets himself when you’re around. A part of him craves touching you, wanting you in his arms all night, closely watching your face while you’re taking what he’s giving you. To love you, fully, and to be loved back in the same way. But he simply doesn't believe it could happen to him, so used to neglecting his emotional needs he doesn’t know how to ask for love, sometimes forgetting he even needs it.

So, he has learned to take it. The index finger still applying pressure on your clit starts to slowly move back and forth. You flinch again, a slight moan escaping you this time.

You know you can’t win this. Not while he’s already thrown you off guard. Not while his hand is between your legs like it’s the most normal thing in the world, while you’re struggling to regain your composure.

“Uhh, no, there isn’t.” You respond, glad your voice is somewhat normal at least, since your cheeks are burning. “Sorry, captain, I’ll return to work now.” It takes everything in you to turn around and leave. He was making you feel so needy, almost wanting to give in to his teasing just to have him touch you a little longer.

Law raises his eyebrows again, this time in mild surprise. You have never managed to walk away like this, usually letting him touch you a little longer until you needed more, quickly starting to beg when he refuses to go further and instead sends you back to work. He never thought you would show such self-restraint, forcing yourself to leave despite almost shaking from the effort. And he loves it.

Unbeknownst to you, you have now given Law a new objective: to see how far he can push you before you finally crack, throwing yourself at him, pleading with him to take you as if your life depends on it. Oh, this is going to be very fun.

“See you at dinner.” He teases, but you don’t respond, too focused on leaving with what little dignity you still have and already coming up with a plan to get your revenge.

Thx so much for reading! :D (This is my fic, don't repost! Reblogs are always appreciated <3)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

[cityof2morrow]

JP Hood Deco - 60+ Buildings

Published: 2-2-2025 | Updated: N/A SUMMARY Select deco buildings (J. Puerta, 2022-2024 via Cities Skylines) with updated TXTRs and day/night states. The set contains a nice mix of residential, community, industrial, and waterfront buildings in various sizes. Higher poly buildings (9K+) are packaged separately for convenience. Mind your system settings/capacity when using high poly CC.

DETAILS Requires all EPs/SPs (may or may  not work with only 1-2 EPs) §0 | Hood Deco The MESH-TEXTURES file is REQUIRED for buildings to display properly (see download links below). See poly counts below. ITEMS LOW-TO-MID-POLY: Baltic Apts. (3456), BellyMall (9059), Bellyshops (626), Charlson Marine Dock (3468), Clappgarden (3215), CMS Systems (5246), Colson Residences 012-018 (1285-1775), Convention Center (6366), Crestview Terrace (870), Cruise Ship Terminal (5229), Cunna Center (6567), Deliver Stores (2615), District Cultural Center (4072), District Fire Station (7503), District Medical Center (2640), District Police Station (3824), DP Stores (6724), DP Stores & Offices (3833), Elementary School (1462), Hamilton House (3281), Hills View Apts. (3633), High School (5730), Jean & Food (2331), Kiip Building (7756), Lauren Residences (1644), Lily Park (7334), Local Clinic (1220), Local Fire Station (2735), Local Police Station (1406), Local Post Office (1162), Malibu Apts. (1729), Maple Avenue (1603), Marine Side Homes (8210), Marine Side Offices (8338), Metropolitan Hospital (6102), Metropolitan Library (6030), NextT Center (7582), Nu-Vulton Store (3202), Paper Corp. (2893), Pine Residences (7352), Recycling Center (4542), Rich Bank (8056), Rosaleda Hotel (8499), School Library (1652), ST27 Residences (4302), Stella Homes (3520), Tulip Residences (3945), Water Pumping Station/Pump (522-2719), Wesley Place (2668), Wonton House (2858), YDFpharma Facilities B1-B3 (3642-4612) HIGH POLY (9K+): Adler Living (12781, HIGH), Blueview Condominiums (10230, HIGH), Lifewell Ins (11127, HIGH), Rooket Homes (10970, HIGH), Rose Condominiums (9385, HIGH), Seaton Residences (10812, HIGH), ST30 Hotel & Suites (11467, HIGH), YDFpharma Offices (11813, HIGH) DOWNLOAD (choose one) MESH-TEXTURE FILE (REQUIRED) from SFS | from MEGA LOW & MID-POLY BUILDINGS from SFS | from MEGA HIGH-POLY BUILDINGS (9K+) from SFS | from MEGA

CREDITS Thanks: Thanks to Rach & Lord Crumps. Sources: Any Color You Like (CuriousB, 2010), Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), EA/Maxis, Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik), J. Puerta (2022-2024), E. Grenci (2022), AliTarGz via Cities Skylines, Cities Skylines (Paradox Interactive and Tri Synergy, 2015). *No copyright infringement intended. Converted content is for non-commercial use only. EA/Maxis own all content derived from their games, as do other game/content publishers whose work appears on this site in derivative form. If this content exceeds fair use, contact this site via private message re: TOU violations.

[engagisau]

Understanding Different Types of Digital Signage Displays 

Digital Signage Displays have changed the way we communicate with our audience. They show dynamic content in real-time. It’s eye- catching and good for customer engagement. As technology moves forward different types of digital signage have been developed to suit different needs and environments. Here we are talking about the most popular types of digital signage displays, like LED screens, Transparent LED screens and E-paper displays.

1. LED Screens 

LED Screens can be called the Heart of Digital Signage. They are the most common digital signage displays. They use Light Emitting Diodes (LEDs) to produce bright. It produces high-contrast images that can be seen even in direct sunlight. LED screens come in different sizes and resolutions. Various sizes makes them suitable for both indoor and outdoor applications.

Advantages of LED Screens are as follows:

High brightness and visibility

Energy efficiency compared to traditional LCDs

Long lifespan and durability

Suitable for large-scale advertising (e.g., billboards, stadiums)

Due to their versatility, LED screens are mostly used in shopping malls, sports arenas, and city centers for advertising and showing information.

2. Transparent LED Screens

Transparent LED Screens are the Future of Visual Display. They are the latest in digital signage technology. You can see through the screen i.e. they are transparent while showing vivid images and videos. They are used in retail stores, museums and high-end corporate offices to create an immersive experience without blocking the view behind the screen.

Benefits of Transparent LED Screens are: 

Unique and futuristic look 

Allows natural light to pass through 

Energy efficient and lightweight 

Ideal for window displays and architectural integration 

Retailers use Transparent LED screens to show ads without blocking the view of the store’s interior. This helps in attracting customers while maintaining an open and inviting ambiance.

3. E-Paper Displays

E-paper displays (Electronic Paper Displays) are a type of digital signage that looks like ink on paper. They can be called Energy-Efficient Alternative. Unlike LED screens, e-paper displays don’t emit light but reflect ambient light. That makes them readable in any lighting condition. They are used for e-readers, electronic shelf labels and digital signage in transportation hubs.

Key Features of E-Paper Displays are:

Ultra low power consumption 

Readable in direct sunlight 

Lightweight and flexible 

Eco-friendly with minimal energy usage 

Airports and train stations use E-paper displays for timetables and signage because of low energy consumption and high visibility. 

Choosing the Right Digital Signage Display 

Choosing the right digital signage display depends on location, purpose and budget. Here’s a quick guide to help you choose the right one for your needs: 

For outdoor advertising: LED screens are the best. 

For retail and interactive applications: Transparent LED screens are modern and engaging. 

For information heavy environments: E-paper displays are sustainable and cost effective.

Conclusion 

Digital Signage Displays are evolving and offering more ways to engage and communicate. Whether you need a high impact LED screen, an innovative Transparent LED screen or an energy saving E-paper display, choosing the right one will make a big difference to your message. As technology moves forward the digital signage industry will grow and more options will be available.

Get the Best Digital Signage Solutions with Engagis

We at Engagis provide Digital Signage Displays for your business. LED screens, Transparent LED screens or E-paper displays? Our team can help you find what you need. Engage with customers, communicate better and succeed with our signage solutions. Get in touch with Engagis today to see how digital signage can work for you. 

[kanyerealdaughter]

#TEACHERS SECRETS

sexual content , intercourse , nipple piercing , cussing , creampie , fingering , pet names , daddy kink , dirty talk , choking slightly , breeding , teasing , ( teacher izuku midoriya x student fem,reader )

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izuku is cleaning up after class. he stacks papers up neatly on his teacher's desk. you always thought he was such a gentleman and handsome.. and maybe you’ll take that to your advantage. when he hears someone knock on the classroom door, he looks up.

" who is it?" he asked.

“ mm… teacher midoriya i need your help i just don’t get this work..” you huffed quietly sitting on your teacher's desk with your super short skirt lifted exposing your thighs and revealing your black lace panties.

“ shit, you're going to give someone a heart attack with those short skirts..” he muttered under his breath with his face blushing red. 

" what don't you get ?" he asked louder, trying not to look at your thighs. he knew you were one of the smartest kids in class. 

" are you having trouble ?" you nodded slightly, letting out a sigh as you puffed out your chest, making your school uniform top puff out even more, making your nipple piercing show a lot more.

" i see.." he said, trying to keep his focus on the lesson plan in front of him. but his gaze kept drifting back to your chest, your pierced nipples prominently displayed. he swallowed hard, his heart racing.

 " let me take a look at what you're working on." without hesitation you handed him your papers from his class that most of the answers were right but a couple of them were wrong, which you definitely didn’t do it on purpose.

" mhmm..." he took your papers, consciously aware of how close you were sitting. the skirt riding up even higher. he forced himself to study the papers. 

“ these are great... but um some of these questions are wrong..” his voice came out a bit hoarser than intended. he looked at you, sitting there so innocently, his mind racing. he knew you were too smart to get these wrong on purpose. 

“ let me show you where you went wrong.” he said, standing up and moving closer to your seat, his leg accidentally brushing against yours under the desk.

" look..." he pointed to the paper, trying to keep his mind in the lesson. but your leg pressing against his, the soft fabric of your uniform, the warm touch was driving him crazy. he felt his cock twitching in his pants, he bit his lip. 

" see, the equation is solved like this..." 

“ but i just don’t get it..” you pouted, still pretending to be innocent, spreading your legs even more playing along.

izuku breath hitched as he looked at the equation, then down at your legs. the way they were spread apart, revealing that tiny black thong. he felt his heart pounding in his chest, his face flushing with heat.

 " i.. i think i can help you understand better."

“ mm really..?” you mumbled, licking your plump lips seductively before rubbing my hand on his arm softly. his arm felt like it was on fire where your hand was touching him. he looked at you, your lips glistening, your eyes filled with something that looked a lot like desire. his resolve crumbling.

 " y-yeah... let me... um... demonstrate.." he watched you nod, your school uniform top unbuttoned enough to show off your pierced nipples. he realized your skirt was so short it barely covered your ass. he swallowed hard, his mind going dirty. 

" spread your... legs more." he said nervously, trying to play along with you since he got a hint of what you were doing already.

“ e-excuse me…?” you gasped loudly, continuously to play innocently putting your hand over your chest in ‘shock’ but in reality trying to hold back your giggle. izuku face immediately turned bright red when he realized what he'd just said.

 " i mean... uh... open your book more... to see the page better." he struggled, knowing full well that was the most ridiculous excuse. his cock was now very hard in his pants, pressing against his zipper.

" forget i said that." he muttered, his hand accidentally brushed against your thigh again, and he felt sparks at the touch. 

" christ, you're driving me crazy..." he whispered under his breath, knowing you could probably hear. 

" do you want me to explain it again?"

“ pretty please.?.” you said quietly, staring up at him sitting at the edge of his desk. izuku heart melted at the sight of you sitting at the edge of his desk, you're so cute and innocent looking. he reached out to gently push your book closed, his hand landing on your thigh. 

" okay." he said, finally understanding what you wanted, his breath hitching in his ear.

" let me... help you understand better..." he said with his voice shakily, you nodded slowly before bending over his desk.

he watched as you bent over, your short skirt riding up to reveal your black lace thong, which were now soaked through. he could see your folds pressed against the edge of the desk, and it took everything in him not to just push you down and fuck you right there.

he leaned over your shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you back against his chest. he pretended to be explaining the math problem, his other hand slowly spreading your thighs wider on the desk, his knuckles rubbing against your soaked thong.

 " see."

“ okay..” you mumbled, your body sending a shiver, feeling his knuckles against my soak thong.

" good, now just relax and let me help you understand..." he whispered in your ear as he moved his hand under your school skirt, his fingers brushing against your wet folds. he pushed two fingers inside you, feeling your tight pussy clench around them.

 “ like this…” 

“… fuck mr midoriya..” you moaned out, biting your bottom lip trying to stop your moans from coming out.

" shh.." he hushed, pushing your uniform top down to reveal your pierced nipples. he pinched one while thrusting two fingers inside you again, making you moan.

" god, you're so wet..." he muttered, adding another finger. " spread your legs more, baby." he gazed down at your spread legs, watching his fingers disappear into your soaked pussy. your moans were driving him wild with lust. he used his free hand to unzip his pants, freeing his aching cock. 

" fuck, i need to fuck you… c-can i baby..?" his rasped voice said, you gave out a simple weak nod. he saw you spread your legs wider, silently giving him permission. he guided his tip to your entrance, watching your pussy swallow his head. 

" you're so tight." he hissed, slowly pushing inside you. 

" do you like this baby? do you like getting pounded by your teacher.?"

“ yesss m-ngh please! daddyyy..!” you whined he heard you call him 'daddy' almost made him cum instantly, seeing your fat ass wiggling against his tip.

 " that's my dirty girl, isn't it? want daddy's cock deep in your little pussy.?" izuku grabbed your hips hard and thrust balls deep inside you.

“ o-oh fuck!” you whimpered with your back arched over the desk as you gripped the desk tight, feeling midoriya large veiny cock slam into you, he groaned loudly as your tight pussy clenched around his throbbing cock. 

" fuck yes, take it!" he slammed into you harder, each thrust pushing you further up the desk. his cock was hitting your deepest spots, his pelvis slapping against your ass, if you walked past, all you would hear was skin slapping. he wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing gently as he fucked you hard and fast.

 " you love daddy's big cock, don't you, you little slut?" he whispered harshly in your ear, his hips snapping against your ass.

 " gonna fill this tight pussy with my cum."

“ n-mngh!” you blabbering nodding as swell getting so fuck out by your teacher damn near drooling with his large hand around your neck. he loved the way you nodded eagerly, taking his entire length each time he thrust inside you. he squeezed your neck tighter, cutting off your air slightly. 

" look at you taking daddy's big cock like a good girl." he growled, his hips bucking furiously against you.

“ g-gonna cum.!” you continue to hold on the desk your knuckles turning white, your ass recoiling against his buff thighs thrusting into you.

" me too baby, mm s-so fucking tight!" he groaned loudly, grabbing your hips tightly as he slammed into you one final time. his cock throbbed violently inside you as he erupted, pumping stream after stream of hot cum deep into your spasming pussy. 

soon as he came inside of you did right after cummin on his cock like a train hit you making your legs tremble your cream leaking down onto his balls. he held you in place, his cock still buried inside you as he rode out his orgasm. finally, he pulled out, his cum dripping from your pussy onto the desk. he turned you around to face him, kissing you deeply as he held you in his arms. 

“ fuck, i love you…” he whispered.

“ mmm…” you moaned into the super sloppy kiss before he broke the kiss, looking down at you with a soft smile. 

" we're in so much trouble." he said, his voice filled with affection. but he didn't care, he just held you close, his heart full of love for you. 

" let's just keep this our little secret, okay?"

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - izuku might be a lil out of character but whateverrr .. not proofread i’m so tired rn.

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[rainyatrium]

MOTH AND LOPER!! YEAH!!! ft. @heavenhearst under the goggles... The mindspike articulates and is motorized... it gave up the goat literally as soon as the cosplay contest ended, lol Did not get to finish the lenticular film glasses in time, but such is life!!!! We got 4th place honorable mention in the group costume contest so i am pretty happy :) further thoughts and WAY more images below!

loper thoughts we know from the game that Loper is in some kind of hazard gear, so i gave them the jumpsuit (in the tradition of ellen ripley, real astronauts, and ghostbusters) as opposed to a labcoat or anything like that. we took in the waist to make it fit better. i think with the mindspike on, it made the resemblance even stronger.... these ghostbusters did not quite get why i was so amused at taking a photo with them, but i think this is a pretty good image nonetheless.

observin' makes me feel good! and speaking of the mindspike: this is my first time working on anything to this level-- I am not a robotics person! hell of a learning experience & i already have plans for version 2. mindsci i am not but i think i did pretty ok... the spike has two controllers: a modified slotcar controller & a separate knob that sits in one of the pockets (controls left/right axis). the other knob is pretty discreet and allows for puppeting the spike without a bright yellow Device in my hands. the RCA jacks on the back hooked up to Moth's laptop, so for photos it looks like they are hooked up to the spike and taking readings.

the claw was made nearly 1:1 to the game model to save on time and weight. con crunch wahoo! some extras: i put together fake 'e-paper' displays for our ids. if you have seen my prior posts, these will look familiar! i had a blast designing a seal for the FBX and a layout for these ids. i wanted to give them a better finish (hide the obvious 3d printing), but.. time crunch.. oops... the Moth id also has a little incandescent bulb in it, though I have no photos of it active. for my gloves, i intended to use gloves for high-voltage electrical work, but i was allergic to the latex, so i grabbed some dishwashing gloves off amazon and glued the label to them, hehe.

shoutout to the tf2 medic who was wearing the same pair of gloves! moth thoughts for moth, we had the benefit of the wonderful official cosplay by Shaman-- which you can see all over corru.store! (thank you shaman for the pointers!!!) Heaven thought it would be fun to take him in a more "I'M IN!" direction, so our Moth has painted nails and fingerless gloves and a great big coat over his button-down and slacks. complimented with some pins from hot topic and i think he assembled a pretty comprehensive vibe! i made the goggles out of some blue LEDs, rice paper, and a pair of costume goggles off Amazon. they are entirely opaque. moth is just such a gamer he knows exactly where everything is anyway.

you can also see the FBX patch that is present on both our Loper and Moth!

everything else wtf you read this far? cool! i don't really have anything else to add... but maybe you will see Loper at Supercon Miami in 2025.... only time will tell.....

[emacs-unofficial]

The Pebble Smartwatch is (maybe) coming back!!!

And the OS has been Open Sourced!!

For those that don't know the Pebble, it was one of the first smartwatches.

Some things about it where there has been NO SUITABLE REPLACEMENT FOR IN ALMOST 10 YEARS (that have more than 3 of these):

- an e-paper display

- a Battery that lasts more than 3 days.

- simple (I don't need 1000 features I don't use but make the watch expensive and cost battery life. I only need telling time, notifications, music control, alarms, weather, calendar, sleep/step tracking. Thats it)

- hackable (you can't even create watchfaces on the apple watch, and for the google pixel watch you need the whole Android SDK and basically have to make an android app) the pebble had thousends of user created watchfaces on its store.

- freaking physical buttons. I loved to control my music from my wrist without having to look.

I've got myself a google pixel watch a few months ago and I hate not beeing able to control music blindly and having to charge it every 1-3 days. The only good thing is, that I can use Google Pay from it and control some HomeAssistant stuff.

[princema-k]

THE LIVING MUSEUM: CHAPTER 1

(interactive puzzle at the bottom!)

As luck would have it, the detective had a case that had just been given to her by the Chief Constable Barton (talk about a high order!) I watched as she leafed through the folders on her desk before slipping out a small stack of papers and bringing them over to me. Clearing her throat, Detective Layton ran over the details…

“At approximately 2:00pm, a fire alarm in the Natural History Museum sounded. Around 5 minutes later, visitors in the museum reported that they witnessed several exhibits, and I quote, ‘come to life before their eyes.’ There were visitors who told officials that the suits of armour on display had started to move and raise their weapons, visitors who reported that paintings on the walls started to melt and blink, and visitors who said that the dinosaur skeleton exhibits had opened their mouths and moved their heads. But the most damning of all seemed to be the Tyrannosaurus rex exhibit, who not just moved but assumed a lunging stance with its full body, as well as somehow roared.”

“Right, that’s odd. And?”

“Well, since the officials were only able to question the visitors outside of the museum due to everyone having been evacuated because of the fire alarm, naturally they went inside to check the exhibits themselves.”

“And they found…?”

“Nothing. They did a whole sweep of the area, but they found nothing out of place. All exhibits were in their normal places, the paintings were just fine, and everything was untouched.”

“Wow…”

“I assume the reason that Barton held onto what information they had on it and handed it to me was due to the witnesses. Despite the fact that the Yard found no obvious signs of tampering, everyone swears up and down the walls that the museum had seemingly come to life at that moment.”

“...That is a proper mystery. And these files are all we have on the matter?”

“Well, in a sense, yes. These are all the files we have,” Detective Layton muses as she taps the bottom of the stack on the coffee table. Then, getting up, she drops the stack back in their folder. “...Which is why I was thinking of heading over to the museum myself to do a bit of personal investigation.”

“As expected of the great Professor Layton,” I say cheekily as I stand and follow her to the front door, grabbing my jacket off the hanger in the process. The detective sighs lightly as she places her hat on her head, pulling the brim over her eyes in mock disappointment. “Please, Ms. Altava. It's just Detective.”

Now lifting the brim, she smiles brightly as she grabs her umbrella.

“So, Ms. Altava… let’s go investigate this living museum with our own two eyes, shall we?”

And with that, our adventure into the peculiar museum begi-

“Ah, but before that, I have here the directions to the museum written for me by Barton, and it seems to be a puzzle of some sort. As you’re now my assistant, why don’t you give it a shot? Think of it as a warm-up of things to come.”

…Right. She’s Layton’s daughter, after all. How could I have forgotten? …And are we sure they're not really related by blood…?

PUZZLE 1: Where's The Museum?

Take your time and think about the answer, or Flora (and the puzzle master) will be very disappointed in you...!

A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J (Need a hint?: 1 | 2 | 3)

(thanks to @justkillingthyme for beta reading, and several mutuals for puzzle testing!)

[hoernypie]

Purr-fect Play

tags: costume, creamp!e, sex (p+v)

wc: ~1.5k

Gojo had always been a curious man, eager to explore your boundaries and patience. So one evening, while strolling through the bustling streets of Tokyo, he stumbled upon a cosplay shop tucked away in a corner of the alley. The window display was filled with an assortment of cute costumes. Above the door, a pink neon sign flickered, revealing the words "Purr-fect Play." Satoru's curiosity won and before he realized it, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. Racks and shelves of costumes filled the shop, each one more fantastical than the last. His eyes fell upon a sleek, black cat costume that brought a smug smile to his face.

The bell above the door jingled softly as Gojo stepped outside, proudly holding a bag with a gift for you. He hurried back to the apartment, his heart racing with excitement. He knew the moment he saw the black cat costume on you would be better than any dessert he ever had. Upon reaching the door, he took a deep breath and stepped inside, looking at you lazying on the couch. "Welcome back," you called out, turning the volume low on the TV. He held up the bag, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've got a surprise for you," he said, his voice barely containing the excitement. As he walked towards the couch you sat up, reaching for the paper bag. "Please, open it," he begged, his eyes pleading for you. His anticipation grew as you pulled out the costume, the material glinting under the soft glow of the room's lighting. Satoru watched eagerly, his anticipation building as you unfolded the cat costume with widening eyes and a smile that grew from puzzled to amused. "Will you wear it for me?" he asked in a tone full of hope. "Pretty please, I've been a good boy today - filling the reports, helping students and quickly finishing all the missions," you could've sworn that if he had a dog tail now he'd be wagging it like crazy.

You couldn't help but snort at the sight of  Satoru's hopeful puppy-like expression as he held out the cat costume. "You really want me to wear this?" you questioned, your amusement clear. Gojo's eyes sparkled with excitement, his voice taking on a playful whine, "Yeah, please, please, please!" He dropped to his knees, putting his hands on your knees. The absurdity of the situation was almost too much to handle after long day, but the genuine joy on his face was infectious. You took in the costume, feeling the softness of the fabric between your fingers. "Alright," you conceded, unable to resist his adorable plea. "But just for a little while." His face lit up, his ears perking up metaphorically as he jumped to his feet, a bounce in his step. "Thank you, thank you, I promise it'll be so much fun!" he exclaimed, already grabbing your hand to lead you to the bedroom. When you barely stepped into the bedroom he immediately started undressing you - claiming that he needed to help you with getting into the costume

With a sigh, you allowed Gojo to help you out of your clothes, his excitement palpable as he carefully put you in the cat costume. The costume was just a short black dress that had a plush tail attached to the back and furry paw-like mittens. He then put on you the matching headband with cat ears. As he put the costume onto you, he couldn't help but let out little squeaks of delight, his eyes never leaving your body as your eyes traveled down, looking at the tent in his pants. Once you were fully dressed, Gojo stepped back and took in the sight of you, his chest swelling with pride. "You look absolutely purr-fect," he murmured looking at you and taking multiple pics. He approached you slowly, his hand reaching out to gently stroke the soft fur of the costume's ears. "Now, let's see if you can be a good little kitty for me," he said with a soft smile.

You felt a sudden rush of heat as Gojo's finger grazed the soft fur of the cat ears, his gaze never leaving yours. He stepped closer, his hand sliding down to the base of your neck, his thumb lightly brushing your skin. "Meow~," you teased, playing along with the role. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you leaned into his touch. He chuckled, as he began to trail his other hand down your body. His fingertips moved along the curves of your waist, over your hips, and finally reached the hem of the short black dress. With a gentle tug, he lifted the fabric, exposing the smooth skin of your thighs. His eyes followed the path of his hand, and without a word, he dropped to his knees. The room was filled with the sound of his shallow breaths as he leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over your clothed heat. Your heart was racing, as he placed a soft kiss on your panties, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he nuzzled his nose against your cunt. 

Gojo's eyes sparkled with mischief as he pressed his lips to the fabric covering your hot pussy, his tongue darting out to taste the hint of your juices that seeped through. You squirmed at the sensation, a soft moan escaping your lips as he began to kiss and lick through your panties with fervent passion after your fingers slid into his hair. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to his face as he explored the contours of your pussy. The fabric grew wetter with each move of his tongue, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body. His breath was hot and ragged against your skin, and you could feel his excitement growing as he devoured your scent and taste. Your hands were guiding him closer, urging him on as the tension built within you. 

Satoru's eyes flashed as he swiftly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your panties and yanked them down, revealing your bare, soaked pussy. Before you could even process anything, he had his mouth on you, lapping at your folds with a fervor that made you moan and arch your back. The sound of your pleasure seemed to fuel him, and in one fluid motion, he stood up and unzipped his own pants, freeing his rock-hard cock. You watched the strings of precum with sparkles in your eyes, feeling how your mouth watered. Before you could do anything you found yourself being pushed on the bed. He grabbed your hips and thrust into you in one swift, powerful motion. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your walls stretching around him as he filled you completely. He didn't wait for you to adjust, instead, he began to pound into you like a feral animal, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pushed forward with force, making you bite the pillow, not wanting for neighbors to hear you and 'gift' you another noise complaint. The bed creaked as the headboard hit the wall with every thrust. His eyes roamed over you, the pupils dilated with lust, and he leaned over to whisper into your ear, "Do my little kitty want some milk?"

Gojo's eyes were closed as he whispered dirty sweet nothings into your ear, his breath hot against your neck as he hammered into you. With every deep plunge of his pretty big dick, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge of orgasm. "Meow," you responded breathlessly, your body arching up to meet his every thrust. He grinned, encouraged by your response, and he picked up his pace even further. His grip on your hips was bruising, but the pleasure it brought you was so intense, you didn't care. Each time he hit your g-spot, your pussy tightened around him, letting out a mewling sound that only seemed to motivate him to give you an orgasm. Satoru was utterly pussydrunk, his mind clouded with nothing but the need to pleasure you and to fill your divine cunt with his seed. 

His grip tightened on you, his moves getting sloppy as his own climax approached. "I'm gonna give you so much milk, my little kitty," he growled, his teeth grazing your neck as his breath grew ragged. You felt your walls tighter around him, making him softly moan. He smirked and pulled out just enough to tease your entrance with his fat tip before plunging back in, his weeping tip hitting your cervix, the sudden depth making you cry out. As your climax washed over your body, he whimpered, emptying himself into you, his warm sticky cum filling you up as you shuddered under his weight. As you panted, tightly gripping sheets you felt how his hips still went on, trying to push his cum as deep as he could. Satoru leaned down and showered your neck with gentle kisses, his breathing still heavy and his cock still twitching inside of you. He whispered "You look so pretty when you're full of my cum," into your ear, his affectionate tone opposite to the raw, primal need that had driven him moments before. Slowly, he pulled out, gazing down at how his cum seeped out of you, dripping to the sheets. He leaned in to kiss your inner thigh, "I'll never grow tired of you."