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[madameaug]

Finals Week, Or My Final Week

Pairing: Johnny x Black Reader (use of yn)

A/N: something quick :)

Johnny Storm could count on a singular hand the number of times he’s been in the campus library. Two of those times, he used it to cut through so he could get to his two o'clock public speaking class that just so happened to be in the building beside the library. Besides that, every time he stepped into the library, it was like he was entering it for the first time.

This week alone he beat his record, sometimes coming into the library twice a week. His friends thought Johnny was finally taking his school work seriously and “locking in”. Well that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Reaching the fourth floor of the library he saw you focused with a perimeter of study supplies around you. Laptop open, two ginormous textbooks to your left, and a white board markers to your right. Your back was turned to him as you wrote down some chemical equations. From the way your wrist was moving, Johnny could tell your brain was moving even faster.

Organic chemistry, the infamous class that was known to kill any GPA if you weren’t ready to make sacrifices to study. You and your remaining twelve classmates were on the pre-med track, which meant you needed organic chemistry. Not to mention you needed to pass with a good grade to even be competitive nowadays.

Standing back at the board you looked over your work. Double checking to see if you made any simple mistakes before revealing the answer on the study guide your professor was generous to make.

“Dammit!” your shoulders dropped seeing that your four lines of balancing equations did not equate to the same answer your professor had.

“Johnny!” you jumped. Spinning a marker in his hand he greeted you back with a smile.

“I brought the goods.” He took out the array of snacks you asked him to bring you. You had already accepted you weren’t getting any sleep. Your first final of the semester was tomorrow, and you just had to start with organic chemistry. Your other classes microbiology, physics, and calculus were also spread out this week, but you weren’t nearly as worried about those. You needed a 87 on the final to keep your B in the class and a 34 to get a C in the class.

“I’m doomed.” You tapped your head against the white board. You mumbled under your breath cursing stereoisomers.

“Babe you’ve been cooped up in this library for ten hours. If you look at any more screens you’ll probably just blow up.” He stood up stretching, his faint happy trail showing.

“And that’s my thing.” He snapped his fingers showing a small flame. You reluctantly closed your laptop before stand up as well. Your joints popped as you stood.

Looking behind you, the floor was practically empty. Earlier when you arrived there were five different groups in here working on projects. Your phone displayed the time, causing you to rub your hands down your face.

Johnny is typical Johnny fashion was retelling his latest mission with his team. He pulled you to sit on his lap, and handed you the tasty fruit snacks. You usually looked forward to hearing all the stories from Johnny’s mission with the Fantastic Four, however the looming final exam was pushing its way to the forefront of your mind. It was a cumulative final worth 40% of your grade.

“Babe did you hear what I said?" His laughter dying out slowly. You probably should have laughed to make it less obvious that you weren't listening to his story.

"Sorry, I'm just not in the headspace." You looked the whiteboard. The once spotless whiteboard was now a faint blue color due to the frequent erasing you had done in the past three hours.

"Yn, you're one of the smartest people I know. You're so smart you'll probably cure cancer someday. You've worked your butt off all semester. This one test doesn't define you, actually this one class doesn't define you."

You looked down at his blue eyes. Bringing his head to your chest, you thanked him for the encouraging words.

"This class would be so much easier if my professor didn't get joy from seeing students fail." Turning you both to face the table, Johnny reached for your laptop.

"C'mon, I'll help you study." He opened your laptop, pulling up the study guide you had been working through. He hid is reaction seeing that the study guide was thirty pages long with multistep problems on each page.

"Okay, what the hell, nucleophile? Sounds like some low-budget sci-fi movie." He squinted at your laptop. Johnny's easy-going personality made it easy for people to think he wasn't the brightest lightbulb. He looked forward to the exciting, action-packed, centered packs of life.

But ever since he got his powers, he had to grow up. Objectively speaking, his powers were the most detrimental if he were to get out of control. Despite several experiments Reed did to determine how hot he could get, he broke the scale every time. So, while he may not come across as the brainy type, he knew a few things about thermodynamics and some levels of organic chemistry.

"It's a molecule or ion that donates an electron pair to form a chemical bond. You know, basic stuff."

"Yeah, totally basic," he said with a smirk, tapping his temple like he’d just memorized it. "Nucleo-whatever attacks, bond forms, bada-bing, bada-boom, chemistry magic."

“Why are you like this?” you muttered, unable to suppress a smile.

“Because you love it,” Johnny said, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. “Admit it, you’d be bored out of your mind without me.”

You tried to ignore the way your heart did a little flip at how close he was. Instead, you shoved his shoulder lightly. “Focus, Storm. If you’re going to sit here and ‘help,’ at least make yourself useful.”

“Alright, Doc” he said, sitting up straighter and rubbing his hands together. “Hit me with a question. Let’s see if I can finally make my high school chemistry teacher proud.”

You smirked, flipping through your stack of flashcards until you found a particularly tricky one. “Fine. Explain the difference between SN1 and SN2 reactions.”

Johnny stared at you blankly. “…Did you just sneeze?”

You burst out laughing, covering your face with your hands as you shook your head. “Oh my God, Johnny, no! SN1 and SN2 are reaction mechanisms! One involves a carbocation intermediate, and the other is a one-step process—never mind, why am I explaining this to you?”

“Hey, I’m learning!” he protested, though the mischievous glint in his eye told you he was mostly just enjoying watching you geek out. “So… SN1 has, like, a pit stop? And SN2 is fast and furious?”

“That’s… actually not the worst analogy,” you admitted, giving him a surprised look.

He beamed like you’d just handed him a trophy. “See? I’m a genius. Now, can we take a snack break? I hear the vending machine calling my name.”

You shook your head, laughing despite yourself. “Fine. But you’re buying, since you’re the one dragging me away from studying.”

“Deal.” Johnny stood up and stretched, holding out a hand to you. “Come on, let’s refuel your big, beautiful brain.”

The next day...

You walked out of the physical science department. Your head was held high as you were the first one to leave the classroom. A weight was taken off your shoulders, as your most challenging semester exam was now behind you.

Face to face with the December chill, you looked around for Johnny. He was meeting up with you to hear how your final went. With a full sprint of energy you ran into his arm. Legs crossing around his hips, as you rattled off phrases of excitement.

"Slow down, tiger."

"You won't believe what happened during the exam." You still spoke with the same enthusiasm but a little bit slower. Remaining quiet, waiting for you to finish.

"The study guide was the test! I can't freakin' believe it!"

"So the answers were the same?" Johnny's voice gathered similar enthusiasm.

"Yes!" You both celebrated outside the building, looking like crazies to the passing students and faculty.

"I can't stop smiling; oh my gosh, I have to call my mom." You dropped down. You hugged him before walking off and dialing your mother's number.

[grailfinders]

Grailfinders Viewers' Choice #30 B: Sodom's Beast/Draco

great news everyone! life stopped kicking my ass quite as hard, so we’re back and better than ever! or at least, more employed than ever. still, that means Grailfinders is back on the menu, and to celebrate we’re solving that little tie we left off with by making both of them!

next on the chopping block is Sodom’s Beast a.k.a. Draco, the nero that never was, and never could be. I really don’t get why people thought making Maxwell’s Demon would be hard, I swear like half the roster explicitly can’t exist in a standard fate timeline, what makes him special?

anyways, gripes aside, she’s a Rune Knight Fighter to sneak in a rapid shift in perspective during her ascensions, as well as a Shadow Sorcerer to make dragons pop out of every which where while also making her wildly hard to whittle down.

check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Species and Background

I really wanted to make draco a tiefling for the horns, but we have to account for both forms of draco so that severely limits our options with going full 2024, and you never go full 2024. so with that, we’re going with Custom Lineage. this way, you get +2 Charisma to continue to exist no matter what the universe says, as well as Darkvision to clown on those pathetic humans, and the Crusher feat for +1 Strength as well as the ability to push any creature you hit with bludgeoning damage with no saves needed, and if you deal critical bludgeoning damage, everyone can pile on and get advantage on their attacks against the poor son-of-a-gun until your next turn.

Draco doesn’t do melee too often in her animations, but when she does she’s either using a giant flaming magichand or she’s a 7’ tall dommy mommy, so either way throwing her weight around is justified.

and of course, we’re using the variant Noble background for History and Intimidation proficiency.

Ability Scores

in order for draco to exist at all, her Charisma has to be pretty high, so let’s start there. after that, grab some Strength- you might not use melee often in FGO, but D&D’s another beast altogether. also we need it for multiclassing. after that is Constitution. you don’t die easy, that’s kind of why you’re here.

I mean that’s why everyone’s here, but you know what I mean.

your Dexterity is barely positive if you’re using the standard array, you’re either blasting people with magic or you’re wearing armor, either way we don’t care about getting hit too much. this means your Intelligence is a bit low- just because you probably had access to greater learning doesn’t mean you had to use it- and we’re dumping Wisdom. Nero’s wisdom was never high, and you are a walking impossibility, which can’t be good for your common sense.

Class Levels

1. Fighter 1: as I said earlier we need that sweet, sweet platemail, which means we need to start here. as a fighter you get proficiency in Strength and Constitution saves, as well as Animal Handling and Athletics. you might be a terrifying hellbeast now, but you’re still nero. I’m sure you’re even better at “handling” lions now.

first level fighters also get a Fighting Style, and while your sword is great you use it one-handed, so you get the Dueling style for +2 damage to all attacks made with a single one-handed weapon. also your Second Wind lets you heal yourself as a bonus action.

2. Fighter 2: second level fighters get an Action Surge once per short rest, letting you take two actions in one turn with no restrictions. yes, this is one of the few options in the game to cast two leveled spells in one turn, don’t let it go to your head.

3. Fighter 3: at third level you can finally become a Rune Knight, giving us one of the two options available for your golden grail ability. yeah, it turns out there’s very few ways to pretend to help your enemies while actually sabotaging them, that’s probably a little cerebral for WotC. I am of course, talking about Rune Carving. every long rest you can carve a rune into a weapon, armor, shield, jewelry, or other hand-held object. while holding or wearing those objects, you and only you can get a cool bonus, but you can also invoke the rune once per short rest for an extra special bonus regardless of where the rune is. so this is all a roundabout way of saying you can add say, a Fire rune to someone’s armor, feed them a story about how it doubles your proficiency with tools while holding it, and then when you fight them you can invoke it to stick them in chains, which is the closest we could come to stunning them like the actual skill.

yes, it’s all very tortured, but at least you can also use the Cloud rune to get advantage on all sleight of hand and deception checks, and redirect peoples’ attacks so they hit their allies, corrupting them for all of five seconds with grail mud.

the bigger (literally) reason we’re here is for Giant’s Might, which lets you grow to large as a bonus action. the rules might say you take up a 10’x10’x10’ cube now, but that’s just what being 6’1” is like. you need a lot of legroom. you also get advantage on strength checks and saves, and you deal an extra d6 once per turn when you hit with a weapon attack. you can reach third ascension proficiency times a day.

4. Fighter 4: fourth level fighters get their very first Ability Score Improvement, and we’re getting a twofer today thanks to rounding up your Strength and Charisma. more hitting, more spells, what’s not to love?

5. Fighter 5: for our final fighter level, you can fling a flurry of fisticuffs at your foes thanks to Extra Attack. it’s an extra attack, just like the title says. you may notice doubling down is a theme of this build.

6. Sorcerer 1: bouncing over to sorcerer nets you some Spells, which you cast using your Charisma. you’ve got your filler cantrips like True Strike and Blade Ward, as well as your actually useful stuff like Control Flames and Green-Flame Blade. we’re going for something of a diet paladin build this go-around, all the classic smites with none of the holiness.

but we also need some dragonfire, which is why we’re picking up Burning Hands as well, plus Mage Armor for your lower ascensions.

but that’s not all! Shadow magic sorcerers also get Eyes of the Dark, an extra-strength darkvision that comes with a free copy of Darkness in two more levels. you can cast this one with just sorcery points if you want to see through it.

you also get Strength of the Grave, letting you make a charisma save to avoid reaching 0 HP once per day, unless you drop to a critical hit or radiant damage. I wouldn’t worry overmuch about holy knights though, we’ll have… other ways of dealing with them.

7. Sorcerer 2: second level sorcerers get a Font of Magic, which is just an extra spell slot right now but we can use the points for other stuff later. also you can cast Absorb Elements now, because aside from your fire rune this is the only way to get fire on your sword for a bit.

8. Sorcerer 3: third level sorcerers get to use their sorcerer points for fun stuff like Extended and Empowered spells. the former doubles the duration of the spells and the latter lets you reroll some of the damage dice to stoke your flames even higher!

that will really help your accuracy with spells like Crown of Madness, which makes a cool crown for an enemy that also forces them to attack a random nearby creature each turn. checks and balances, y’know.

9. Sorcerer 4: fourth level sorcerers also get an ASI, and Durable is the only halfway decent constitution bonus feat left that doesn’t require another feat first, so now your constitution is higher and you roll slightly better with your hit dice- essentially if you roll below your constitution score, you can act as though you rolled that 2 instead. which isn’t great, but sorcerer hit dice are teeny, so it’ll get some use.

you can also cast Message for the chaldea-standard communicator, and you get Flame Blade! this makes a one-handed sword that probably doesn’t count for your dueling bonus but it’s stronger than a greatsword and it’s fire!

10. Sorcerer 5: at fifth level you get Magical Guidance, letting you spend sorcery points to re-roll a failed skill check. it’s not quite regular nero’s imperial privilege, but it can be helpful. and with the advent of third level spells, you get the one actual rigged present you can give an enemy, Haste! it doubles the target’s movement speed, adds extra AC, gives them advantage on dexterity saves, and they get an extra turn to boot!

obviously it would be a lot more directly useful on your party, but when you end the spell the affected person loses a turn. you can stop concentrating on a spell whenever you want.

11. Sorcerer 6: at level six, shadow sorcerers can summon a Hound of Ill Omen, a mini-dire wolf, a.k.a. our very first dragon! it can also knock people around and it gets advantage when attacking things with friends around, it also relentlessly targets a single person, passing through objects in a beeline to them, until they’re dead!

you can’t kool-aid man your way through walls just yet, but you can use Ashardalon’s Stride to keep up, and deal damage at the same time.

12. Sorcerer 7: seventh level sorcerers get fourth level spells like Banishment. if your target fails their charisma save you can slap them back to whatever heaven they came from, and if you keep concentration for a full minute they have to stay there.

13. Sorcerer 8: use your next ASI to become an Elemental Adept, letting your fire-based spells ignore resistances, and you can bump any 1 rolled up to a 2. if we’re going all-in on one element, it had better be hot.

you also get a more permanent solution to your holy people problem with Gate Seal, to prevent those sorts of summons in a 30’ cube for a full day. screw gods, deliver until nero that which is nero’s.

14. Sorcerer 9: ninth level sorcerers get fifth level spells, so we can finally summon an actual dragon. or at least we can Summon Draconic Spirit. for up to an hour, you can make a dragon that’ll fight on your side, but like most modern summoning spells it’s very undertuned. it has less HP than you do, for one. still, a dragon is a dragon!

15. Sorcerer 10: tenth level sorcerers get another kind of metamagic, like Heightened. this forces a target to reroll their save against your spell, which given your biggest get-out-of-divine-punishment-free card is a save or suck spell, that will be seeing a lot of use.

you can also cast Friends partly because I was running out of cantrip ideas, but ignore that because you also get Bigby’s Hand! Whether it’s baby draco’s big slapper or the mouth of a dragon, you can reflavor this baby in plenty of ways, so have fun and go wild.

16. Sorcerer 11: eleventh level sorcerers get sixth level spells, and to be honest I’m sick of trying to copy draco’s skills or bio stuff, let’s get some damage and some animations. Sunbeam is a giant freakin’ laser that can blind enemies, and you can keep shooting lasers out for up to a minute after casting.

17. Sorcerer 12: with our last ASI, you can get the Gift of the Chromatic Dragon for some diet smites, adding a d4 of fire damage to your sword for a minute once a day. you can also react to give yourself resistance to an elemental damage type proficiency times a day.

18. Sorcerer 13: we’re also getting to our final spells, starting with our seventh level spell Draconic Transformation. for a minute after casting, you get especially beastly, gaining blindsight, a breath weapon, and wings. it’s not as fast as teleportation, but it’s a lot more flexible.

19. Sorcerer 14: but we’re not done just yet! we still get one more shadow goody, Shadow Walk. as a bonus action you can teleport from one shadow to another, because walking is for peasants.

20. Sorcerer 15: at our final level, you get your truly final spell, Sunburst. it sucks that at the very end they swap out fire for radiant, but this is still a massive fireball, and I won’t say no to a massive fireball.

Pros & Cons:

Pros:

with access to plate mail, a decent amount of HP, and plenty of resistances, you are pretty tough for a gish. the winner is whoever survives the fight, so survivability is never a bad addition to a build.

with long-term damage bonuses from dueling, giant’s might, chromatic gifts, and so on, you have plenty of consistent damage. with action surge and high-level damage spells, you also have some burst damage. and since you can do both, you have plenty of flexibility when it comes to how you fight. some times slow and steady wins the race, sometimes you have to beat someone down before they escape with a macguffin, and you can help with both.

with flight, teleportation, and boosted speed, you can get around easily and always be in an advantageous position. and with crusher, that position is usually “next to a cliff”. you can play merry hell with enemy positioning, and just being around you is a stage hazard.

Cons:

fire. about a tenth of the enemies in D&D are straight-up immune to fire, so even with elemental adept there’s a decent chance you’ll have almost zero magical damage in some fights. even without direct damage you have some options though…

unfortunately your options are save or suck spells, which are very powerful when they work, which is why a good chunk of the game is dedicated to making sure they don’t. banishment and crown of madness can change the course of a fight if they hit, but that’s a big if.

you have a little bit of everything, but you excel at nothing. you have no capped stats, your HP is good but not great, you have some control spells but not a lot of concentration, and you have damage spells but they’re all one type. but at least you’ll always have something to do, unlike some people.

[webthreecorp]

🌟 Understanding Arrays: A Beginner’s Deep Dive! 🌟

Hey Tumblr friends 👋

Today I want to break down something super important if you're getting into coding: Arrays. (Yes, those weird-looking brackets you've probably seen in code snippets? Let’s talk about them.)

So... What Exactly Is an Array? 🤔

Imagine you have a bunch of favorite songs you want to save. Instead of creating a new playlist for each song (chaotic!), you put them all into one single playlist.

That playlist? That’s what an Array is in programming! 🎶✨

An array is basically a container where you can store multiple values together under a single name.

Instead of doing this:

You can just do:

Why Are Arrays Useful? 🌈

✅ You can group related data together. ✅ You can loop through them easily. ✅ You can dynamically access or update data. ✅ You keep your code clean and organized. (No messy variables 👀)

How Do You Create an Array? ✨

Here's a simple array:

Or create an empty array first (you must specify size in C++):

Note: C++ arrays have a fixed size once declared!

How Do You Access Items in an Array? 🔎

Arrays are zero-indexed. That means the first element is at position 0.

Example:

Changing Stuff in an Array 🛠️

You can update an item like this:

Looping Through an Array 🔄

Instead of writing:

Use a loop:

Or a range-based for loop (cleaner!):

Some Cool Things You Can Do With Arrays 🚀

In C++ you don't have built-in methods like push, pop, etc. for raw arrays, but you can use vectors (dynamic arrays)! Example with vector:

Quick Tip: Arrays Can Store Anything 🤯

You can store numbers, booleans, objects (structures/classes), and even arrays inside arrays (multidimensional arrays).

Example:

Real-World Example 🌍

A To-Do list:

Output:

👏 See how clean and readable that is compared to hardcoding every single task?

🌟 Final Thoughts

Arrays are the foundation of so much you'll do in coding — from simple projects to complex apps. Master them early, and you'll thank yourself later!

🌱 Start practicing:

Make a list of your favorite movies

Your favorite foods

Songs you love

...all in an array!

If you liked this C++ explainer, let’s connect! 💬✨ Happy coding, coder fam! 💻🌈

[vapemoon]

Uwell Caliburn GK3 Review: A Feature-Packed Pod Kit

Renowned vape manufacturer Uwell recently expanded their popular Caliburn range with the release of the Caliburn GK3 pod mod device. This lightweight and compact pod system promises intuitive handling coupled with customizable vape performance.

Does the Caliburn GK3 live up to expectations? Let's dig into the features, build quality, coils, battery life and overall user experience in this hands-on review.

Overview of the Caliburn GK3's Core Features

The Caliburn GK3 sports a tall and slim zinc alloy chassis powered by an 810 mAh battery paired with adaptive output up to 25W. It utilizes proprietary Pro-Focus flavor-optimized coils and features:

Adjustable wattage from 5-25W

Type-C fast charging

Refillable 2 ml pods

OLED screen display

Multiple safety protections

Adjustable airflow control

Button and auto draw activation

For a compact pod device, the GK3 squeezes in an impressive array of customization options while retaining easy portability.

Design and Build Quality

The lightweight aluminum construction gives the Caliburn GK3 robust durability without feeling dense or bulky. It's comparable in size and shape to a USB stick, handily vanishing into pockets or bags.

Despite the slimness, the device nestles ergonomically in your palm. All the controls sit conveniently within thumb reach too. The matte textured finish adds a touch of tactile grip as well.

The firing button clicks with satisfying responsiveness, and the two adjustment buttons nearby have discernible pressure points. Nothing feels loose or cheap.

The pods magnetize securely into place with a gratifying snap. Their transparency allows effortless e-liquid level checks too.

Overall, the GK3 feels like a well-constructed premium device that can withstand daily abuse - especially given its IP67 dust and water resistance rating.

Coil Performance and Vapor Quality

The Caliburn GK3 comes with two 0.8Ω Pro-Focus mesh coils designed specifically for high nic salt nicotine e-liquids. I tested 50mg nic salts in the pods and found both delivered excellent flavor accuracy with dense, satisfying vapor.

The coils strike a great balance - there's no muting of subtler flavor notes, but the vapor isn't so sharp that it becomes harsh. I also didn't experience any dry hits or leaks despite some careless handling.

While the coils are non-replaceable, longevity seems respectable. Over two weeks of moderate use, the flavor and vapor production showed minimal decline. For the size and price point, it's impressive.

Features and Customization

A basic draw-fire pod system this is not - the GK3 offers extensive flexibility for vaping preference tweaks.

The OLED interface makes adjusting settings straightforward. Switching between preheat modes, airflow options, and 5 to 25W wattage output can drastically change the vape experience from a loose MTL to a tighter restricted direct lung hit.

I especially appreciate the wattage granularity in 1W increments for precisely dialing in what works best for a particular e-liquid. Safety protections like 10 second cutoff and short circuit prevention add peace of mind too.

The Type-C charging reliably juices up the battery in around 45 minutes. While the 810 mAh capacity only permits a day of moderate use, the swift charging helps offset this.

User Experience

Right out of the box, the intuitive design and simple 2-button adjustment system of the Caliburn GK3 makes navigating the settings painless. No lengthy manual reading needed.

Operation becomes second nature quickly - just fill up a pod, pop it in, select your preferences via the screen and start vaping. The draw activation means you don't even need to engage the button manually if you prefer a hands-free experience.

Maintenance is similarly fuss-free. The push-to-fill rubber stopper makes e-liquid replenishment tidy and mess-free. I encountered zero leaks even after tossing the GK3 into my bag while relocating offices.

For new vapers, the straightforward handling, flavor-focused coils and flexibility of the GK3 lower the barrier to switching from smoking. Intermediates can fine-tune a satisfying vape as their preferences evolve.

Summary of the Uwell Caliburn GK3's Pros and Cons

Pros

Excellent build quality and pocketable size

Intuitive controls and OLED screen

Widely adjustable wattage and airflow settings

Great flavor reproduction from the mesh coils

Leak-resistant filling and minimal spitback

Straightforward maintenance

Cons

Battery capacity could be larger

Coils are built-in rather than replaceable

No adjustable draw activation sensitivity

Conclusion

The Uwell Caliburn GK3 asserts itself as a formidable compact pod vape that punches above its weight class. The breadth of customizations and overall performance rivals many advanced mods. Convenience features like the mess-free filling and quick charging make everyday use enjoyable.

For new and intermediate vapers alike, the Caliburn GK3 hits a sweet spot between complexity and approachability. It offers ample technology without compromising ease of use. The flavor and vapor quality are difficult to fault too.

In an increasingly crowded pod mod ecosystem, the GK3 demonstrates why Uwell remains an industry leader. This device exemplifies how to balance innovation with thoughtful design and sturdy construction.

Overall, for an affordable yet highly capable pod vape that covers all bases, the Uwell Caliburn GK3 warrants a spot on any vaper's shortlist.

[hindintech]

You can learn JavaScript easily, Here's all you need to get started:

1.Variables

• var

• let

• const

2.Data Types

• number

• string

• boolean

• nUll

• undefined

• symbol

3.Declaring variables

• var

• let

• const

4.Expressions

Primary expressions

• this

• Literals

• []

• {}

• function

• class

• function*

• async function

• async function*

• /ab+c/i

• 'string'

• ()

Left-hand-side expressions

• Property accessors

• ?.

• new

• new .target

• import.meta

• super

• import()

5.operators

• Arithmetic Operators: +, -, *, /, %

• Comparison Operators: ==, ===，!=,!==, <, >, <=, >=

• Logical Operators: &&, ||, !

6.Control Structures

• if

• else if

• else

• switch

• case

• default

7.Iterations/Loop

• do…..while

• for

• for...in

• for...of

• for await...of

• while

8.Functions

• Arrow Functions

• Default parameters

• Rest parameters

• arguments

• Method definitions

• getter

• setter

9.Objects and Arrays

• Object Literal: { key: value }

• Array Literal: [element1, element2, ...]

• Object Methods and Properties

• Array Methods: push(), pop(), shift(), unshift(), splice(), slice(), forEach(), map(), filter()

10.Classes and Prototypes

• Class Declaration

• Constructor Functions

• Prototypal Inheritance

• extends keyword

• super keyword

• Private class features

• Public class fields

• static

• Static initialization blocks

11.Error Handling

• try,

• catch,

• finally (exception handling)

12.Closures

• Lexical Scope

• Function Scope

• Closure Use Cases

13.Asynchronous JavaScript

• Callback Functions

• Promises

• async/await Syntax

• Fetch API

• XMLHttpRequest

14.Modules

• import and export Statements (ES6 Modules)

• CommonJS Modules (require, module.exports)

15.Event Handling

• Event Listeners

• Event Obiect

• Bubbling and Capturing

16.DOM Manipulation

• Selecting DOM Elements

• Modifying Element Properties

• Creating and Appending Elements

17.Regular Expressions

• Pattern Matching

• RegExp Methods: test(), exec(), match(), replace()

18.Browser APIs

• localStorage and sessionStorage

• navigator Obiect

• Geolocation API

• Canvas API

19.Web APIs

• setTimeout(), setlnterval()

• XMLHttpRequest

• Fetch API

• WebSockets

20. Functional Programming

• Higher-Order Functions

• map(), reduce(), filter()

• Pure Functions and Immutability

21.Promises and Asynchronous Patterns

• Promise Chaining

• Error Handling with Promises

• Async/Await

22.ES6+ Features

• Template Literals

• Destructuring Assignment

• Rest and Spread Operators

• Arrow Functions

• Classes and Inheritance

• Default Parameters

• let, const Block Scoping

23.Browser Object Model (BOM)

• window Object

• history Object

• location Obiect

• navigator Object

24.Node.js Specific Concepts

• require()

• Node.js Modules (module.exports)

• File System Module (fs)

• pm (Node Package Manager)

25.Testing Frameworks

• Jasmine

• Mocha

• Jest

[yanashin-blog]

Pointer

A pointer is a general concept of a variable that contains a memory address.

If you are familiar with languages such as C/C++, you are probably familiar with it.

This "address" thingy refers or points to some other data.

Smart Pointer

A smart pointer is a pointer type that can dereference (refer to by *) a memory address,

In contrast, a smart pointer is a pointer type that can dereference a memory address (referenced by *) and has its own special capabilities.

In Rust, various smart pointers exist in the standard library.

Typical examples of smart pointers are

String : holds a valid UTF8 array as a Vec of guaranteed bytes

Vec : resizable array

Box : Allocates a value to the heap

Rc/Arc : Multiple owners by reference count

Cell/RefCell : Ability to make an invariant object variable

Cell/RefCell : has the ability to make an invariant object variable.

Stack & Heap

Stack

A memory area allocated at Rust process startup to hold data in a structure.

It can contain elements of any size in LIFO format (last element in, first element out).

It can contain elements of any size.

The only operations possible are push (adding an element to the stack) and pop (removing an element from the stack).

The stack consists of a stack frame (also called an allocation record) and data.

The stack frame is created with the execution of a function,

The stack frame is created when the function is executed and reflects the address that points to the current stack frame.

This is called the stack pointer.

The stack pointer is decremented each time a function is called within a function and is incremented by returning from the function,

It is incremented by returning from the function. When the system stack frame is exhausted, a stack overflow occurs,

stack overflow occurs.

Heap

The heap is a memory area for types whose size is unknown at program compilation time.

To allocate memory, the OS is asked to allocate it,

It is slower than the stack, but its capacity is larger than the stack.

Variable-size data such as Vec, String, and Box are stored in the heap.

Also, data in the heap must be accessed by pointers.

Box

Box is a simple smart pointer. Once the Box type is created, any value can be assigned to the heap.

let foo:Box<i32> = Box::new(1);

Box is a smart pointer to a value allocated on the heap. Exiting the target scope destroys the object and frees memory.

let x:i32 = 1; //Stack let y:Box<i32> = Box::new(2); //Heap println!("x + y = {}", x + *y);

Cell/RefCell

Cells, like Boxes described earlier, are objects that can be wrapped with any type. The difference is that it provides get and set methods.

let foo : Cell<i32> = Cell::new(100); foo.set(200); println!("foo : {}", foo.get());

It can update the value of a variable that is not muted and shares the same state. Cells with amazing functionality, though,

References in Cell are unretrievable.

Types in Cell must be implemented with Copy Trait.

Cannot be exchanged by multiple threads.

There are severe limitations, such as the inability to interact with multiple threads. In such cases, RefCell, which has slightly looser restrictions than Cell, seems to be a good choice.

RefCell is OK as long as the type inside implements Sized, and the reference inside can also be retrieved. However, the get/set that existed in Cell does not exist, RefMut method that returns RefMut must be used.

[trolloled]

=> Despite every sign suggesting otherwise, drawing the blood is fairly easy for you. You grip his arm with one hand to keep it steady, although said grip is as strong as an iron band, perhaps surprisingly.

=> The other guides the needle to the vein to draw a tiny sample of blood. Just enough to fill the needle itself. You frown as you look at it. It's just not enough. Sigh.

=> You release his arm, wiping the insertion point off again before sticking a piece of gauze on it.

"<--- One t-ck, hold th-s. --->"

=> You leave him to hold the gauze down as you wheel back over to the domed machine next to the computer on your desk. You open the dome and insert the needle into one of the vials, pushing the blood out into it just as quickly as it was taken from Cacoph.

=> You close the machine back up and toss the needle into a biohazard bin (mostly full) near the desk. You thump the power switch on the computer and it starts clicking and whirring to life as you wheel back to your 'patient.'

"<--- Clean enough look-ng blood at least. You wouldn't bel-eve what sort of malad-es you can v-sually see -n some! --->"

"<--- D-d you know mutants can have all sorts of proh-b-ted blood colors? Once even found a black blood, nasty look-ng ju-ce. Blood analys-s was horr-d too! --->"

=> You cough a few times, a disgusted look on your face behind your suit.

"<--- He was a dead man even before - found h-m. L-ke h-s body was shutt-ng down on -ts own, organs doomed to fa-lure, salt content extremely h-gh even for blood. --->"

"<--- St-ll, shame he's dead. Hard to get a rel-able source of mutated blood... Oh! R-ght, r-ght... --->"

=> You startle slightly and grab a bandage to wind around the gauze on his arm. It's just a small strip really, it was only a tiny pinprick after all.

"<--- Are the ep-sodes bad enough to be that not-ceable? Could be ps-on-c feedback... --->"

=> You spin around in the chair, slowly rolling right back to the computer (knocking aside some of the things he dropped on the floor). By now it's powered on and you slowly tap on the keyboard to log in. The computer tower clicks harshly a few times as you click through to a specific program.

=> The domed machine next to you lights up and slowly begins spinning. Inside of it, something hums as the yellow blood from the vial starts to dissipate.

"<--- Let's... see... here... --->"

=> Tap tap. Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap.

=> An array of charts and graphs begin to load in on the computer screen. You squint between them, click through a few, then stop one one chart with a bewildering array of numbers on it.

"<--- H-gh ps-on-c potent-al, yes... probable that your bloodl-ne has had th-s -ssue before... --->"

"<--- W-sh - had h-stor-cal data... damned fleet secur-ty protocols... --->"

=> You turn to look at him, finger tapping on the side of your desk.

"<--- You do have very strong ps-on-c potent-al. Accord-ng to th-s you're pract-cally a well of the stuff. --->"

"<--- Hold-ng -t -n all th-s t-me w-th that tape of yours, b-t l-ke shak-ng up a pop can and then only open-ng -t a l-ttle b-t. Very tense, messy, st-cky somet-mes. --->"

"<--- The t-nn-tus could be a s-de effect of never us-ng your vo-ce... or -t could be a natural effect of your powers. --->"

"--- The same goes for your scarr-ng. Seems your body never bothered to catch up to your own ab-l-t-es. --->"

"<--- Use your powers, -t blows back on your own eardrums. L-ke stand-ng around at an -nfernal carn-val w-thout clot protect-on for a per-gee. Don't use your powers... -t leaks out anyway. --->"

=> You stop tapping.

"<--- But at the same t-me, you want to use your normal vo-ce... --->"

"<--- -t sounds l-ke someth-ng exper-mental m-ght be-n order! --->"

=> You laugh wheezily, rubbing your hands together.

"<--- A b-t of l-ght bra-n surgery, just a touch. There's an area of -t, you see, that determ-nes your psych-c output! Even h-ghbloods have -t, fa-rly vest-g-al but has a few uses. - wonder -f - could make a few... changes, just a few. L-m-t your powers at the source! --->"

"<--- Lesser powers, no problem deafen-ng the country when you wh-sper! No more damage to your body s-nce you can't speak as loud! --->"

>> It feels like your heart is literally sinking into the pit in your stomach. How will you play your instruments or listen to music if you lose your hearing completely? You'll never hear your friends and loved ones' voices again. Communicating with people will become much more difficult. You don't have the money to hire an actual interpreter full-time.

>> You're snapped out of your stress thoughts by Feriya steeping around Florah and nudging you with her nose, and you idly pet the top of her head with your hand until the probe finally exits your ear. She takes a seat next to you and rests against the side of the chair while you run your hand through her fur and shake your head to rid yourself of the lingering unpleasant sensation.

👏 Trust me, we would all know if I was having an episode. After last night, I really don't want to deal with another one so soon. 👏

>> When instructed to hold your arm out, you roll up the sleeve of your sweater, causing your wallet, phone, hive keys, and an air horn to fall out of your modus and clatter to the floor. Luckily for everyone, the horn lands on its side instead of setting itself off.

>> With an embarrassed, sheepish expression, you hold your arm out and watch him squint for a vein before wiping an area with antiseptic and gauze. You look away and keep petting Feriya's head when he pulls out the needle. Although you aren't phobic about needles, you hate seeing them go in.

>> Despite your clear unease, you don't fuss while the blood is drawn. You look over at Florah, who looks like she's torn between looking away so she's not tempted or watching to make sure no funny business happens. In the end she watches the blood draw, though she's obviously uncomfortable.

[blindmagdalena]

Hello, I have a request for Homelander x fem reader. The two of them having a skin care routine night. I've seen TikToks of couple doing their skincare together. I feel like Homelander would enjoy the feeling of the readers hands gently massaging his face. (He does have smooth skin when I watch the show.)

Initially, Homelander’s curiosity about your nightly routine manifests as mocking. Each night, while the two of you are getting ready for bed, he likes to pick up the array of tools you keep in your vanity and invent uses for them.

“You cannot tell me this isn’t a cock,” he says, holding up your facial roller. He gestures to the end of it. “C’mon, it has balls.”

You laugh, snatching it out of his grasp. “Stop it! It’s for your undereyes,” you insist. He likes the broad way you smile at his juvenile teasing, how it emphasizes the lines in your face that you spend so much time and product on minimizing.

Homelander’s relationship with the passage of time has become a complicated one. He doesn’t mind seeing signs of you aging, seeing the way you’ve changed. It’s an indication of the time he has spent with you, and you’ve only grown more beautiful the longer you’ve loved him.

On the other hand, the thought of how much time you have remaining fills him with an awful dread. Similarly, the same lines he admires around your eyes, he prods at in his own reflection, dismayed. You’ve brought an uncomfortable awareness to his mind regarding both of your ages. 

Regardless, watching you take the time to pamper yourself has become one of his favorite parts of the evening. He lingers in the doorway or leans against the counter while you both talk about your respective days. One day, you pop open a new product, and he leans in, taking a sniff.

“Smells good,” he comments offhandedly.

“Wanna try it?” You ask, holding the jar out to him. He stares skeptically at the goopy mixture inside. It isn’t as though his skin gets damaged, per se. He’s sensitive, but not to irritation. He supposes it couldn't hurt to give it a try.

So begins your new shared routine.

Days later, Homelander’s not entirely sure how exactly it escalated to this point–his blonde hair held back by a fuzzy pink headband–but he’s not going to complain while your knuckles are massaging soothing circles on his cheeks, pushing back towards his jaw and temples, slick with some kind of new serum. He doesn’t pay much attention to the products, if he’s being honest, but he likes listening to you talk about them nonetheless.

“Apparently vitamin C hydrates, helps with collagen production, and reduces hyperpigmentation,” you say, rolling your thumbs gently along his under eyes.

He hums noncommittally. “That sounds like words.” He opens his eyes just in time to see you playfully roll yours.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” you tell him, kissing his nose. 

He wrinkles it in turn, huffing a laugh. “Oh, don’t I know it.”

Next, you swirl your finger in a lip balm that comes in a tin. It seems to him an exceedingly awful way to package a lip product, but he’ll accept it in exchange for the intimacy of your index finger placing the product onto his lips, your face close to his, your other hand tilting his head back while you focus on applying the balm. Your own lips are shiny, parted in concentration.

“Alright, all-” you begin to say, but Homelander cuts you short with a kiss. He waited for as long as he could, but the rapt way you focus on him in these moments is too much to bear without tasting you for himself. He needs to feel you.

“Have I told you how sexy you are when you’re pampering me?” He asks between kisses, hands settling on your hips, pulling your body flush to his.

“Mmmmhm,” you hum, smiling with such warmth, such love, he thinks he might burst from it.  “I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“You’re sexy when you’re pampering me,” he purrs obligingly, kissing you long and slow. You push your fingers into his hair, knocking the headband loose, wringing a low moan from the back of his throat as your nails drag along his scalp.

“I love you,” your murmur, the words familiar yet no less wonderful against his lips.

“Love you,” he gives back, deciding he will spend the rest of the evening etching it into your skin with every touch, precisely the way you have taught him to.

[heartfullofleeches]

I feel like the spouse would try to poison the Jester on like- a royal banquet or something, there are so many people there that it's hard to find the culprit. And it would either end with the Reader being very much poisoned but by a miracle they managed to survive, just straight up died or the Emperor said he would try out their food because it "looked very nice" and totally not bc he suspected the spouse would try to poison his beloved jester

They honestly thought about letting you live. As much as they wanted to straggle you themself, you seemed obvious enough to your emperor's affection, and they didn't want the blood on their hands. They'd just send you away to some remote island, or have a band of thieves sell you off. It was one, single event that pushed them over the edge.

It was the week before the celebration of the previous emperor and queen's lives. They had been gone for some time now, but the day was to celebrate the entire bloodline. The emperor walked around the dining room with a small group of those who'd be there, pointing out where they and those absent would sit.

The celebration would last the entire day. A festival in the village below, then dinner, and finally a show led by the court jester before fireworks to end the night. The emperor's spouse watched closely as he laid out the seating arrangement, their jaw dropping when they saw who he'd have sit beside him at the end of the table.

"And Y/n will sit beside me here."

Before the servant could jot that down in their notes, the spouse grabs the board.

"You must be kidding.

The emperor blinks. "I beg your pardon?"

"You're letting the jester sit next to you, as apposed to your betrothed?"

"They are my dearest allie, and an important part of the festivities, of course they'll be by my side."

"Then... I suppose I'm on the other?"

"No, that's for the general. He has been a good family friend since I was a baby, and I fear the old bat is growing hard of hearing."

"Well, where am I?"

The emperor points at the other end of the table, all the way on the other side of the room.

"Right there. So I can look at your lovely face from afar."

The little smirk on his face makes their blood boil. He would not win this round, or the game that was their life. But first, they had to get rid of a certain pawn.

-

As the feast begins, everyone filters out into their assigned seats. You question why his spouse was so far away, but the emperor waves it off as they had a recent flare of acne, and didn't want to be the center of attention as they would be by him.

Servants begin to bring out food in an array of courses. Being the fool you are, you steal a berry from the emperor's fruit salad and pop it in your mouth. In retaliation, he picks up a similar fruit and shoves it into your mouth; the both of you laughing as his spouse glares daggers.

By the second dish, their mood suddenly brightens. It was a simple soup, just something to hold back hunger until the main course. The servers start at their end, one meeting their eyes with a solemn look.

With nearly everyone served, the only people who hadn't gotten a bowl were you and the emperor. The server doesn't look at you when they arrive; the weight in their pocket reminding them of what they had to do. They reach over the first bowl on the tray and grab the second, placing it before you; something the emperor notices. They give him his, and bolt from the room.

"Y/n, let's switch."

He speaks just loud enough for his spouse to hear on their side, their spoon clattering to the floor.

"What? Why?"

"Your bowl has more than mine."

"Hm? That's silly. They look about the same to me-"

He tilts his head. "Are you saying you'll let your king- your best friend starve?"

"C-course not. Here." You switch the bowls; the emperor rewarding you with your compliance by a pat on your head; bells attached to your hat jiggling with each stroke.

He picks up his spoon and gathers soup on it, his motions notably slowly. Meanwhile, his spouse is sweating. If he died, the life of their dreams wouldn't come as they weren't married yet. And if they told him not to eat the poisoned spoon it would be suspicious. They needed to act, and quickly. Looking at their own bowl, they knew their only option.

Their screams echo down the hall; music to his ears. The soup wasn't extremely hot, but they were one for dramatics. He tries to hold in his chuckles as the servants swipe that the spill on their clothing. They had been wearing a bright blue and grey outfit, the colors of your kingdom, and one of the worst things to spill vomit green soup on.

In the fuss, the emperor dumps the soup in his empty cup. His only desire is to take their head after trying to take your life, but feels they had enough punishment for now as they weren't seen again that night. He wonders if they'll learn their lesson, but probably not. If you're going to plot a murder, don't do it in a wide corridor, or have your victim be the true love of a mad royal.

When the main dish comes, he leans over to you as you grab your utensils.

"I'm starving. Giving me the first bite from your plate."

"But you already took my soup!"

He knows you're out of harm's way, but the meal tastes sweeter coming from your fork.

By the end of the night, he makes things up to you by bring you a cake and sitting on the ledge of his bedroom window to watch the fireworks together; something you did when little.

There was one other reason why his spouse was so upset by your presence. It's a legend in the emperor's family that if they spend this night with someone on the first year of their rule, that person will lead beside them for the rest of their days.

With this eve by themself, his spouse can tell the only way to get rid of you is by their own two hands, or those of another.

[prismatictaemin]

Chemistry (Taemin Ver.)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: General Smut

WC: 2.03k

Summary: Taemin brings you home for a one-night stand, but an array of feelings can change overnight.

Find the original version of this fic here, and my main blog here.

Taemin pins you up against the door of his apartment, kabedon style. He looks you in the eyes before his eyes dart to your lips. It’s a signal to you, but you probably wouldn’t have changed your next action anyways. You desperately press your lips to his and he tangles his hand in your hair, trying to gain dominance over you, but you’re fighting back. You fist his white t-shirt and he pushes your jacket off of your shoulders as you walk him backwards to the room, but eventually give in. "Really?" You ask as he trails butterfly kisses down your neck.

"Absolutely," he breathes out, taking your jacket the rest of the way off. "You're pretty for a stranger, anyone ever tell you that?" His hand skillfully undoes the button on your jeans and slips to brush over your clothed pussy.

"And you have generic lines for an idol," you groan out, feeling his fingers with heightened senses.

“You’re like a lake down there, shit,” he pushes the fabric to the side with his thumb and thrusts a finger inside of you. you groan loudly as he hikes your legs around his waist and walks you the rest of the way to the bed, inserting another finger along the way. “I don’t even think I’ll have to prep you all the way,” he says, kissing you roughly.

You’re an uncontrollable mess of whines despite the lack of length that his fingers have. Taemin makes up for that in the thickness of them, getting up to three fingers before warning you. “On second thought, I’m pretty thick, think your pussy can take it?“

“Confident, are w-“ You’re cut off by your own moan as he inserts a fourth finger, making a perfect square formation inside of you. “Shit, c-confident in yourself aren’t you?”

“I’ll make you regret saying that by the end of the night,” he undoes his belt and pulls his jeans down quickly. You look up to see the outline of his hard member in his underwear and your eyes go wide. he wasn’t lying, really, he’s massive.

You reach out with one of your hands to stroke it through the thin cloth and he stops his movements to groan. It’s deep and throaty, you imagine how that would feel against your pussy. The dark lighting of the room allows you to gaze at his lips as he does it, too, shadows casting over one side of his body.

Your finger trails up his dick and to the waistband of his underwear, running the tip of it against the elastic before moving on. “Fuck, you’re a tease, aren’t you?” He removes his fingers from you and licks them two at a time while you run your hand under his shirt and up his abs.

“It’s not teasing if you’re not begging for more.” You begin to push his shirt up his body and he takes it the rest of the way off himself, leaving him clad in only his boxers and you in your shirt.

“Just hurry up and get on with it,” Taemin complains as you begin to pull his boxers down. “I’ll make you happy if you make me happy, deal?”

“Mmmm, I don’t think I like the sound of that one too much, honestly,” you bargain as you slide a condom over his dick. “How about I keep my mouth shut about fucking the famous Lee Taemin and you make me happy?”

“Blackmail, I should have seen it coming,” he moans the last part as you wrap your lips around his tip.

You bob up and down, trying to avoid the odd texture in your mouth. It’s really nothing compared to doing it raw, but you’ll take what you can. He threads his fingers through your hair and moans higher this time, needier and desperate for more. He thrusts up into your mouth and you feel his tip at the back of your throat. You swallow around it despite the intense urge to gag, spilling him over the edge. A warm spot fills where his tip was, making you release him with a soft pop.

“Now you really owe me,” you say, smirking.

“I didn’t ask to be sucked off,” he pulls the condom off and ties a knot, tossing it towards the bin in the bathroom. “I’ll get it later.”

You wrap your hand around his soft member and press kisses to his neck, adding your tongue to try to get him aroused again. “No break? This fast?” Taemin asks, taking a shaky breath.

“No, we had a deal,” you mumble against his shoulder. You bite the skin softly, but not enough to make a mark. “Now hurry up.” You lick over the place you bit and trail kisses up to his mouth, the action concluding in a heated make-out session.

“Lay down,” he says, finally tugging your shirt off.

“Let me ride you,” you suggest, pushing him down instead. He reaches up to run his hands over your breasts, squeezing lightly. “I’ll make you feel good.”

“I thought this was about you, not me,” he retorts, shuddering as you grip his cock to line it up with your sopping entrance.

You hesitate for a moment, blinking. You take a deep breath and don’t respond, instead finally letting there be a few moments of silence between the two of you as you sink down on his cock. It doesn’t last, a long and profound moan escaping your lips. Taemin’s hands run along your sides and move backward to cup your ass. He supports you as you bounce up and down on his length, squeezing your cheeks and pushing you upward from time to time.

Below you, he makes a moaning mess out of himself along with a burning desire for more friction. He thrusts up into your warmth repeatedly, never giving you a break as you instinctually clench around him. Taemin mutters strings of curses as he explores every inch of you with his hands, stopping every so often to admire parts of you. You grind yourself against him and feel his tip brush your sweet spot, making you throw your head back and moan. “F-fuck,” Taemin utters, hips bucking. “I’m close, so close, god,” he moves upward and pecks your lips before puling out and flipping you over. “Put your ass up.”

You do as you’re told, mind hazy from the new tone his voice has taken on. Taemin slams his cock back into your warmth, the familiar stretch returning with a new pace. He thrusts in at a relentless speed now, finally succeeding in making you cum. You shake as your orgasm rolls through you, eyes falling shut. He finds the same feeling as you reach yours, filling yet another condom and collapsing on top of you, head tucked into your shoulder.

“You can go to sleep and leave tomorrow if you want,” he suggests, pulling out and standing to dispose of both condoms. “You don’t have to worry about going home that way, it’s already four in the morning.” That’s the last thing you hear before your eyes fall shut from exhaustion, senses lost in the comfort of his bed.

In the morning, you’re awoken by the rays of the sun illuminating the large master bedroom. Taemin had opened the curtains when he woke up an hour earlier, making sure your back was turned at that time so you wouldn’t wake up right away. With your horrible sleeping patterns, you’re shocked to see that you slept seven hours. A hot cup of coffee is sitting on the nightstand along with a few ibuprofen, probably in case you were hung over. He didn’t know that you didn’t drink, but it was a nice gesture. After getting dressed with the pajamas he’d also left, you sit up, take a sip of the liquid, and look around, finally letting yourself observe the surroundings. Behind you is a large window with a view of the Han River and the surrounding city, bustling on a Monday morning. To your left is his dresser, white adorned with gold knobs. A TV lays on top of it accompanied by some of his signed albums and a few awards of various categories and degrees.

Finally, right in front of you, is his small cat Kkoong, which you had failed to notice until now. “Hi, little one,” you coo, lowering to the floor. “You must have missed Taemin last night, hm?” She runs over to you and nuzzles her head against your hand, prompting you to scratch under her chin. You find yourself getting overly distracted by the cat until the sound of a door opening snaps you out of it. Taemin. Right, he lives here and you’re intruding looking around at his bedroom and petting his cat.

“Oh, you’re awake. You could have slept longer, you know,” he opens the top drawer of the dresser and pulls out a few earrings. “Huggies or studs?”

You stutter for a moment, unprepared for him to speak to you so casually. “Uhm, huggies? Sorry, I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t expecting you to be home, honestly, I was just going to leave, I should get going,” you burst out a string of things to say and stand quickly. “Wait, sorry again, where are my clothes..?”

“They’re at the dry cleaners. They should be here by… hmm…” he checks his watch. “Three PM? My manager is picking them up. Was last night that bad to where you would want to leave so soon?”

“N-no, not at all! That’s not what I meant! I just thought, since it was supposed to be a one-night thing, and you’re most likely busy,” you direct your eyes back on Kkoong, who is currently licking her paws clean.

Taemin sprays some cologne on his wrist and rubs it in, patting his neck as well. “Hm, well, it’s not like you can go anywhere unless you have some genius plan to get the clothes you’re wearing back to me. We’d have to meet again anyways.”

He casually begins to unbutton the white shirt he’s wearing, causing you to widen your eyes. “I-I guess so, I’ll just wait in the living room then until your manager arrives.” You stand and walk quickly to the open door, but are stopped by a hand on your wrist.

There, in front of you, without a shirt and sporting desperate eyes, he asks, “Do you not like me?” Of course you like him. What is he talking about? That’s a stupid question. Why wouldn’t you like him.

You’re shocked again at how quickly his emotional presence can change, especially from confident to desperate like this. “Again, no, really, that’s not what I mean! I just don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“I want you to be here always…” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. Without thinking, you reciprocate him. He brings his hand to the side of your face, rubbing circles on your cheek with his thumb. “Is that too much to ask?”

“It was supposed to be a one night thing, what the hell is going on?” You have no venom in your voice when you ask.

“I don’t know, I shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t help it,” he runs his hand through his hair and walks over to the closet in his room. “Something about last night just flipped a switch in me, you know? Like some kind of gravitational pull.” Taemin pulls out a blue silk shirt and puts his arms through it before starting to button it up. “Please tell me you understand so I don’t sound like a complete idiot.”

You sigh deeply and lean against the doorframe, contemplating. “I don’t know, but… I definitely know something changed overnight.”

He begins to sing Strings under his breath and grabs your hand, guiding you out of the door. “Dance with me. That’s the only way we can measure our chemistry.” Taemin smiles playfully and places a hand on your hip, swaying to his own sound.

“That’s so cliché,” you let out a breathy laugh and join him in his rhythm, losing yourself in the sound of his voice.

[wishfaux]

Fire Fest 2023 - I2I

Fog begins to creep in from the sides of the empty staging area, and a familiar smoke screen rises up in the background. ‘HELLO FIRE FEST’ flickers through the smoke through a trick of reflecting light which adds to the growing anticipation of the oncoming performance. Bright, neon lights soon flicker through the smoke, illuminating the stage with a spectacular array of the full rainbow. Soon the words twitch and replace themselves with pounding font, almost like a countdown. ‘ARE’. ‘YOU’. ‘READY…’.

Spotlights flicker up on either side of the stage, symmetrically swirling around to frantically put on a beautiful display of lights. The smoke screen in the back flickers through the vibrant rainbow of colours, the font changing again in the same countdown sequence. A low rumble vibrates the ground surrounding the performance area as if something huge is coming. ‘....TO’. ‘DANCE?’. As those words fade away, the ever-traditional ‘FIRE FEST 2023’ takes its rightful place on the backdrop, but this time the words fade in and out with the same thing spoken in every language known in Azeroth. A sure-fire welcome to every inhabitant!

“Every year, I sing a song about those I love, so this year, this song is about YOU. Yes, you! So get up and celebrate with me, Fire Fest!”

A noise starts to build up, surrounding the audience with that same, familiar vibrating sensation, something is certainly coming! Without warning, those flailing lights lock onto the center where a pillar erupts from center stage. The loud drop of synth-style music vibrates the ground yet again. From the light rises a familiar, very tiny fox, dressed in glittery whites and golds, absolutely glimmering from the spotlights on him. For those that have never seen Kou, he’s certainly small even compared to his fellow Vulpera, yet his stage presence is larger than life. For once, he’s facing the audience upon his arrival and even offers a wink of greeting, his head equipped with a small microphone that auto-translates his words to every viewer’s personal native language. What a nifty little magic gadget! “YEEAAAAAAAEEEEEAAAAAAAH!”

Kou lifts a paw up to wave to the audience before paws start to clap. “HEY YEAH! FIRE FEST WHERE YOU AT?!” He calls out, beaming with a smile. The pop-lock motions of his arms and feet dance through the light, letting that waving arm be pulled down in motion. “I got myself a notion~ And one, I know that you’ll understand! We set the world in motion~ by reaching out for each other’s hand!” As he sings with fervour, Kou pushes a hand toward the audience, fingers splayed wide with a sweeping motion of his arm from side to side as if offering it to take.

The fox clenches that fist after to bring it back, twirling in a pivot to spin around to let his large, fluffed tail sweep and add in that beautiful dance motion. Gracefully, his feet plant firmly onto the ground after, patting his chest right above his heart. “Maybe we’ll discover what we should have known all alooooong! Yeah!” Bouncing with his knees to the rhythm, one foot kicks up and the other soon follows to glide across the stage in an upbeat walk. “One way or another, together’s where we both belooong~.” He coos out those lyrics, leaning toward the front row while walking back, the other way to sprinkle a bit of glitter as he passes by.

Kou returns to the center of the lights with a small shimmy of his hips but with an energetic jump, the moment he lands on his feet, two purple rockets shoot up on either side of the stage in a glittery explosion! “If we listen to each other’s heart! We’ll fiiind we’re never too faaar apart and maaaaaybe love is the reason why!” He sings with all of his might, bouncing as arms wave up and down to hype the crowd and join him. A shimmer of magic forms from his fingers and with an arching motion of a hand across and over him, a rainbow shoots through the light show above him, cascading down in flecks of glitter paint all over his fur, soaking his clothes in all colours of the rainbow above. “For the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye~.”

He smiles brightly and bounces to the edge of the stage from his spot to flop down and sit, kicking a leg up and across the other so that his elbow can rest on the knee. Looking out across the audience, the tiny fox sways to the thunderous synth, drawing in a deep breath. “If a wall, should come between us, too high to climb, too hard to break through…” With a wink, two tall pillars of purple flame erupt behind him, blazing in time with the beat. “I know that looove will lead us, and find a way to bring me to you~.”

With a twist of his midsection, Kou rolls to push off of the stage edge in a playful flip, landing it with a well-timed bounce. A pivot on his heel follows with the momentum, skipping to one edge of the front row. “So don’t be in a hurry, think before you count us out, oh~!” Golden glitter swirls along his feet, lifting the little Vulpera up so the crowd doesn’t tower over them. Cheerfully, he dashes across the front of the audience with his small paw out, high-fiving as many as he can in one graceful swoop. “YOU don’t have to worry! I won’t ever let you dooown!” Kou takes the time to blow a kiss, jumping back toward the stage to stand between the pillars of purple fire.

Kou motions to either side of himself at the fire pillars as two silhouettes that match his form appear dancing within the flames. At the same time, he reaches into the fire to grab the matching paws within to take their hands, igniting the shadows in magic. The fire itself spreads, running up his arms to consume his entire body but without any hint of pain, it seems the theatrics are simply illusionary magic! With a pull of his arms, he conjures the shadowy foxes to join him from the flames that fade away from his own body. Both foxes that step out from the fire may look like Kou, but they’re clearly sporting their own stylish designs of clothing. All three pause to look at each other briefly in confusion and surprise, even glancing at the audience a moment in shock!

The Fox nods to his clones, motioning toward the audience with his head, visually attempting to convince them to dance along. The one on his right side nods in agreement, however, the one on his left seems to look distracted..! Enough that they turn around to watch the light show behind the trio. Kou nods his head, bouncing a few times in place before he finally sings out again, leading into another pop-lock of his arms. “If we listen to each other’s heart, we’ll find we’re never too far apart~!” The three foxes look nearly symmetrical in their dance–! Wait– is Left Fox dancing backward? Their arms just sort of flail about, but they are trying their best. Kou taps their arm to get them to turn back around, which is done with some luck, but they’re certainly too stage-shocked to keep up. ”And maybe love is the reason why, for the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye~.”

Kou and the clone to his right pause to watch Left Fox flail around in their own little world until both start to laugh. Kou shakes his head, motioning toward the audience - both clones ignite in a blur of rainbows and sparkles, shooting toward the gathering to weave in between the guests, splattering glitter in their wake. Waving the pair off, Kou claps his hands together to the beat, prancing in a circle of excitement.

“FIRE FEST! HOW WE DOIN’ OUT THERE TONIGHT?!”

“Every year I ask you to sing with me, and you should know the lyrics by now, so are you ready?!”

A hand lifts up into the air to show his pinky outstretched. “We have friends who maybe can’t hear my voice here tonight, so help me sing for them, too! We’re in this together, so lift your pinkies out, then turn your hand to make a two with your fingers, and turn it again for the i!” Demonstrating the swiveling motion of his wrist to spell I-2-I, stairs begin to rise up on the shifting stage behind him.

“I think we’re seein’ it–!” 

“SEEIN’ IT!–”

“Yeah, everybody’s seein’ it–!”

“Love is why we’re seein’ it–!”

Kou cheers loudly, letting out a sharp whistle for his clones to return from their running amok. Swirling around his form, it’s almost as if the power of the cheering and singing has ignited the fox’s magic even further! Golden sparkles swirl around his body, lighting up in flame once more while his arms lift up to form his own silhouette in the dancing flames. Both Left and Right Fox return to the stage to flank the swirling flames, both seeming far more in sync than previously before. They watch with an intent gaze, both lifting their hands out toward the fire to reach for the same paws that brought them to life.

Kou‘s paws are pulled from the flame, revealing shimmering black latex gloves accented with gold claws. As the fire swirls down off of him and retreats to his feet, Kou emerges in a new set of clothes. The tight dark booty shorts and thigh highs are on full display as the once gold and white outfit is replaced with deep reds, golds, and black with fiery motifs. The tight corset annunciates his body to a curvy, softened look to it, even the boldened makeup around his eyes is darker and more pronounced.

He takes the time to spin both of his clones, drawing in a deep breath to hit out a bellowing set of notes, it’s a bit of a surprise such vocals can come out of such a tiny creature. “IF YOU’RE EVER LOOONELLLLY! STOP!” He commands, causing all three foxes to pause in mid-movement, each paused in a unique pose. “You don’t have to be! After all, it’s only a beat away from you to meee~.” As he sings, the trio walks forward to the front of the stage, each step in perfect sync with one another and still hand-in-hand.

“Take a look insiiiide and see!”

All three foxes raise their right hand up, letting them slowly fall down as they begin to sing in harmony together. “If we listen to each other’s heart! We’ll find we’re never too far apart!” Just as the words are sung, an eruption of fireworks ignites across the stage, accenting the key shift and unison of the dancers on stage. Bouncing with their knees, one arm from each mimics the motion before they snap-kick a leg out in the rather whimsical choreography. All three jump again to click their heels in the air! With a graceful landing, the trio follows up the footwork with an arching swing of their arms, reaching across themselves before following through with a large circular motion. “And maybe love is the reason why! For the first time ever we’re seein’ it–!” All three point out to the audience in search of the answer, bobbing their heads to the beat!

Kou  lifts his arms, popping his hips from side to side to the beat, audibly laughing from enjoying himself on the stage with the pair of clones who playfully dance with him on the stage. “Whoaaah, for the first time!” Chirping out the lyrics, the small set of foxes all spin together, feeding off the shared energy, as well as the crowd vibe. “For the first time, we’re seeing it–!” Once more, the trio points toward the crowd, cheering them on to join in. “Eye to eye!!” A hand reaches up all the while, once more spelling out I-2-I in the hand choreography.

“YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH we’re seein’ it–!”

Kou spins around in his spot, the pivot is followed through with a graceful shimmy of his hips and a jump that is landed by dropping down to his knees. A last set of fireworks shoot off, causing the ‘FIRE FEST 2023’ in the smoke screen to switch to ‘LOVE IS LOVE’. The final note of the synth hits and fades away, rendering the three to strike their final dynamic posing together with Kou pushing his arms upward and both Right and Left Fox arching their limbs to form a heart between them.

“THANK YOU FIRE FEST! WE LOVE YOU!!”

Kou stands, taking Right Fox and Left Fox’s paws with his own, guiding the three to bow together as one. In the midst of the bow, flames erupt around them, swirling across the stage to help them vanish, leaving the sparkly mess clean once again!

[webthreecorp]

📦 Stacks in C++ — A Beginner’s Best Friend 💥

Hey there, curious coder! 👀 We already met arrays (static storage) and linked lists (dynamic storage). Now it’s time to meet their cool cousin: the Stack.

🌊 What’s a stack, anyway?

A stack is like a stack of plates 🍽️ or books 📚:

You add new items on top.

You remove items from top.

You cannot take out something from the middle.

This is called Last In, First Out (LIFO).

📋 Real-life examples:

✅ Browser history → back button ✅ Undo in a text editor ✅ Function calls in your program (call stack) ✅ Reversing a string

⚙️ Core operations (CRUD)

Let’s break it into CRUD style: OperationMeaningCreateMake an empty stackReadLook at the top elementUpdateChange the top elementDeleteRemove the top element

💥 C++ Implementation (Array-based stack)

We’ll build a fixed-size stack using arrays.

✅ Create a stack

➕ Push (Create/Add)

➖ Pop (Delete)

👀 Peek (Read)

🔄 Update top (Update)

💬 Check if empty / full

📃 Display stack

🚀 Main function to test it all

✨ Key Takeaways

✔ Stack = LIFO → top-based operations ✔ CRUD = push, pop, peek, update ✔ Check for overflow and underflow ✔ Real-world applications everywhere!

🔥 Next up?

Want me to prepare a post on Queues in C++ (with CRUD + theory)? Or a linked-list based stack? Let me know — I’m ready! 🚀

[cloudytaemin]

Chemistry (M)

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: General Smut

WC: 1.97k

Summary: Jongin brings you home for a one-night stand, but an array of feelings can change overnight.

Jongin pins you up against the door of his apartment, kabedon style. He looks at you directly before his eyes dart to your lips. It’s a signal to you, but you probably wouldn’t have changed your next action anyways. You desperately press your lips to his and he tangles his hand in your hair, trying to gain dominance over you, but you’re fighting back. You fist his white t-shirt and he pushes your jacket off of your shoulders as you walk him backwards to the room, but eventually giving in. "Really?" You ask as he trails butterfly kisses down your neck.

"Absolutely," he breathes out, taking your jacket the rest of the way off. "You're pretty for a stranger, anyone ever tell you that?" His hand skillfully undoes the button on your jeans and slips to brush over your clothed pussy.

"And you have generic lines for an idol," you groan out, feeling his fingers with heightened senses.

“You’re like a lake down there, shit,” he pushes the fabric to the side with his thumb and thrusts a finger inside of you. you groan loudly as he hikes your legs around his waist and walks you the rest of the way to the bed, inserting another finger along the way. “I don’t even think I’ll have to prep you all the way,” he says, kissing you roughly.

You’re an uncontrollable mess of whines despite the lack of thickness that his fingers have. Jongin makes up for that in the length of them, getting up to two fingers before warning you. “On second thought, I’m pretty thick, think your pussy can take it?“

“Confident, are w-“ You’re cut off by your own moan as he inserts a third and fourth finger, making a perfect square formation inside of you. “Shit, c-confident in yourself aren’t you?”

“I’ll make you regret saying that by the end of the night,” he undoes his belt and pulls his jeans down quickly. you look up to see the outline of his hard member in his underwear and your eyes go wide. he wasn’t lying, really, he’s massive.

You reach out with one of your hands to stroke it through the thin cloth and he stops his movements to groan. It’s deep and throaty, you imagine how that would feel against your pussy. The dark lighting of the room allows you to gaze at his lips as he does it, too, shadows casting over one side of his body.

Your finger trails up his dick and to the waistband of his underwear, running the tip of it against the elastic before moving on. “Fuck, you’re a tease, aren’t you?” He removes his fingers from you and licks them two at a time while you run your hand under his shirt and up his abs.

“It’s not teasing if you’re not begging for more.” you begin to push his shirt up his body and he takes it the rest of the way off himself, leaving him clad in only his boxers and you in your shirt.

“Just hurry up and get on with it,” Jongin complains as you begin to pull his boxers down. “I’ll make you happy if you make me happy, deal?”

“Mmmm, I don’t think I like the sound of that one too much, honestly,” you bargain as you slide a condom over his dick. “How about I keep my mouth shut about fucking the famous Kim Jongin and you make me happy?”

“Blackmail, I should have seen it coming,” he moans the last part as you wrap your lips around his tip.

You bob up and down, trying to avoid the odd texture in your mouth. It’s really nothing compared to doing it raw, but you’ll take what you can. He threads his fingers through your hair and moans higher this time, needier and desperate for more. Jongin thrusts up into your mouth and you feel his tip at the back of your throat. you swallow around it despite the intense urge to gag, spilling him over the edge. A warm spot fills where his tip was, making you release him with a soft pop.

“Now you really owe me,” you say, smirking.

“I didn’t ask to be sucked off,” he pulls the condom off and ties a knot, tossing it towards the bin in the bathroom. “I’ll get it later.”

You wrap your hand around his soft member and press kisses to his neck, adding your tongue to try to get him aroused again. “No break? This fast?” Jongin asks, taking a shaky breath.

“No, we had a deal,” you mumble against his shoulder. you bite the skin softly, but not enough to make a mark. “Now hurry up.” You lick over the place you bit and trail kisses up to his mouth, the action concluding in a heated make-out session.

“Lay down,” he says, finally tugging your shirt off.

“Let me ride you,” you suggest, pushing him down instead. He reaches up to run his hands over your breasts, squeezing lightly. “I’ll make you feel good.”

“I thought this was about you, not me,” he retorts, shuddering as you grip his cock to line it up with your sopping entrance.

You hesitate for a moment, blinking. You take a deep breath and don’t respond, instead finally letting there be a few moments of silence between the two of you as you sink down on his cock. It doesn’t last, a long and profound moan escaping your lips. Jongin’s hands run along your sides and move backward to cup your ass. He supports you as you bounce up and down on his length, squeezing your cheeks and pushing you upward from time to time.

Below you, he makes a moaning mess out of himself along with a burning desire for more friction. He thrusts up into your warmth repeatedly, never giving you a break as you instinctually clench around him. Jongin mutters strings of curses as he explores every inch of you with his hands, stopping every so often to admire parts of you. You grind yourself against him and feel his tip brush your sweet spot, making you throw your head back and moan. “F-fuck,” Jongin utters, hips bucking. “I’m close, so close, god,” he moves upward and pecks your lips before puling out and flipping you over. “Put your ass up.”

You do as you’re told, mind hazy from the new tone his voice has taken on. Jongin slams his cock back into your warmth, the familiar stretch returning with a new pace. He thrusts in at a relentless speed now, finally succeeding in making you cum. You shake as your orgasm rolls through you, eyes falling shut. He finds the same feeling as you reach yours, filling yet another condom and collapsing on top of you, head tucked into your shoulder.

“You can go to sleep and leave tomorrow if you want,” he suggests, pulling out and standing to dispose of both condoms. “You don’t have to worry about going home that way, it’s already four in the morning.” That’s the last thing you hear before your eyes fall shut from exhaustion, senses lost in the comfort of his bed.

In the morning, you’re awoken by the rays of the sun illuminating the large master bedroom. Jongin had opened the curtains when he woke up an hour earlier, making sure your back was turned at that time so you wouldn’t wake up right away. With your horrible sleeping patterns, you’re shocked to see that you slept seven hours. A hot cup of coffee is sitting on the nightstand along with a few ibuprofen, probably in case you were hung over. He didn’t know that you didn’t drink, but it was a nice gesture. After getting dressed with the pajamas he’d also left, you sit up and take a sip of the liquid and look around, finally letting yourself observe the surroundings. Behind you is a large window with a view of the Han River and the surrounding city, bustling on a Monday morning. To your left is his dresser, white adorned with gold knobs. A TV lays on top of it accompanied by his signed albums and a few awards of various categories and degrees.

You find yourself getting overly distracted by the view outisde until the sound of a door opening snaps you out of it. Jongin. Right, he lives here and you’re intruding looking around at his bedroom and looking out of his window.

“Oh, you’re awake. You could have slept longer, you know,” he opens the top drawer of the dresser and pulls out a few earrings. “Huggies or studs?”

You stutter for a moment, unprepared for him to speak to you so casually. “Uhm, huggies? Sorry, I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t expecting you to be home, honestly, I was just going to leave, I should get going,” you burst out a string of things to say and stand quickly. “Wait, sorry again, where are my clothes..?”

“They’re at the dry cleaners. They should be here by… hmm…” he checks his watch. “Three PM? My manager is picking them up. Was last night that bad to where you would want to leave so soon?”

“N-no, not at all! That’s not what I meant! I just thought, since it was supposed to be a one-night thing, and you’re most likely busy,” you direct your eyes back out to the city.

Jongin sprays some cologne on his wrist and rubs it in, patting his neck as well. “Hm, well, it’s not like you can go anywhere unless you have a plan to get the clothes you’re wearing back to me. We’d have to meet again anyways.”

He casually begins to unbutton the white shirt he’s wearing, causing you to widen your eyes. “I-I guess so, I’ll just wait in the living room then until your manager arrives.” You stand and walk quickly to the open door, but are stopped by a hand on your wrist.

There, in front of you, without a shirt and adorning desperate eyes, he asks, “Do you not like me?” Of course you like him. What is he talking about? That’s a stupid question. Why wouldn’t you like him.

You’re shocked again at how quickly his emotional presence can change, especially from confident to desperate like this. “Again, no, really, that’s not what I mean! I just don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“I want you to be here always…” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. Without thinking, you reciprocate him. He brings his hand to the side of your face, rubbing circles on your cheek with his thumb. “Is that too much to ask?”

“It was supposed to be a one night thing, what the hell is going on?” You have no venom in your voice when you ask.

“I don’t know, I shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t help it,” he runs his hand through his hair and walks over to the closet in his room. “Something about last night just flipped a switch in me, you know? Like some kind of gravitational pull.” Jongin pulls out a red silk shirt and puts his arms through it before starting to button it up. “Please tell me you understand so I don’t sound like a complete idiot.”

You sigh deeply and lean against the doorframe, contemplating. “I don’t know, but… I definitely know something changed overnight.”

He begins to sing Peaches under his breath and grabs your hand, guiding you out of the door. “Dance with me. That’s the only way we can measure our chemistry.” Jongin smiles playfully and places a hand on your hip, swaying to his own sound.

“That’s so cliché,” you let our a breathy laugh and join him in his rhythm, losing yourself in the sound of his voice.

[tsukkiseasalt]

Eyes That Won’t Wonder

1

description: after the death of your former patient you are assigned to Mr. Wakatoshi, a quiet, handsome, older gentleman who quite frankly doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself or his dick in his pants.

warning this story will contain: smut, smut & more smut. specifically breeding, anal, dirty talk, friends fucking, camboy bokuto, himbo bokuto, &so much more!

“Is this what you wanted, to be bent over in a filthy public bathroom and used as a human cum disposal?” He grunted into your ear, voice thick and full with lust.

This isn't what you had at all expected when you had gotten assigned to him, and in all honesty you didn’t even think you’d like him; nonetheless, you agreed with him. “Y-yes sir.”

 “Who would have ever thought the sweet girl that I met not even five months would be so fucking eager to get fucked and filled in such a place like this?” His words caused your head to spin. An array of struggled moans slipped past his thick fingers which he had shoved between your puffy red pout and down your throat which had previously been occupied by his cock. 

“It’s ok though doll, I’ve wanted this too.” He groaned, snapping his hips forward. 

His free hand that was knotted into your hair yanked you up and forced you to look in the mirror in front of you. You didn't even recognize yourself like this, but this is what you wanted after all right.

↺

The morning sun that filtered through the curtains danced on your cheeks while you scrolled aimlessly on your phone. 

“Hey, hey, hey.!.” You heard as the door opened revealing your bubbly bright eyed roommate. A small smile graced your face as he laid down beside you wrapping a thick arm around you. 

“Hey.” You said putting your phone down looking down at him.

“You ready for today?” He asked rubbing circles on your thighs, fingertips rough on your skin.

You shrugged as you watched him, “I guess so, it's been kinda hard since Washijō passed.”

Bokuoto’s usual smile turned into a slight frown as you mentioned your old patient turned friend. “He’s not suffering anymore.” He said quietly, trying to comfort you. 

“ I know, I just miss the old geezer sometimes.” You mumble letting your fingers glide through his two-toned locks. “But the report says that the new guy, Ushi-something, is only in his late 50’s.”

Bokuto now wore a puzzled expression on his face. “That’s not exactly old.”

“I know, but hey at least he’s not on his deathbed.” You say knocking on your wooden nightstand.

He laughed at the gesture and rolled off you. “It’s almost 7, so you should probably start getting ready if you're gonna be there by 7:30.” 

“I know but the bed is so comfortable.” You whined stretching out over the entirety of the space.

“I bet it won't be so comfortable after your in it everyday when you get fired for missing your first day back in three weeks.” He sassed hands on his hips. 

“Shouldn’t you be getting fucked in the ass or something?” You questioned whipping your head around to look at him.

He gasped and threw a shirt that was on the floor at you. “I do the fucking thank you very much!” He exclaimed dramatically as he sauntered out of your room.

“Tell that lie to someone who’s going to believe you miss butt-plug.” You yelled rolling off the bed and onto the floor with a thump. “Ow.”

“I hate you!” He screamed. “I’m getting a new roommate!”

“ Good luck finding someone who will disinfect your toys while you're at the gym.” You retaliate, digging through your dresser to find your scrubs.

“You did that out of your own free will.” He said, popping his head into your door throwing something at you. Your scrubs.

“Thanks love.” You smile.

“Still hate you.” He says crossing his arms in your doorway. You amble over to him and get on your tiptoes planting a wet kiss on his cheek. “Still hate me now.”

“Y-yes, what the fuck was that supposed to do?” He asked, wiping his cheek.

“I dunno, worked in highschool.” You shrugged, pulling your shirt off revealing your chest along with the rest of your unclothed body. 

“Getting naked won't work either.”

“Why? Am I not sexy anymore?” You fake pouted, pulling your bra on along with your top.

“No, still very sexy, I've just developed an immunity for it.” He said matter of factly. 

“Hmmm.” You mumbled pulling up your pants. “Guess i'll just have to find a new way to get you to love me.” You mumbled purposely grazing his cock as you pushed past him to get to the bathroom. “But if I do say so myself, it doesn't feel like you’ve developed an immunity. Felt hard as a rock to me.” 

“Hey hey hey, don’t get me all worked up just to leave for work.” He mumbled, reaching a long arm out to pull you to him by your waist. You could feel his breath against your lips as his skilled fingers worked into your waistband and started to knead your ass like it was bread dough.

“No no, you hate me, remember.” You say reaching around grabbing his hand and forcing him to stop. 

“I was just kidding bro, please don’t do this. I haven’t gotten to touch you in forever please mamas.” He pleaded, emphasizing the last word, seeing as to how he knew it was your weakness. 

“Don’t you have a boyfriend.” You mumbled tilting your head back ever so slightly so he could plant light kisses in all the places he knew you liked them most. 

“Open relationship.” He mumbled into your skin. “And kaashi specifically said i can have you whenever i pleased.”

“Oh really.” You moaned as he sucked on the flesh just beneath your earlobe.

“Yep, he actually wanted you to shoot a scene with us.” He groaned, grinding his length into your stomach. 

“Fuck, Bo, I’m gonna be late.” You moaned as he rubbed around your tight pucker before pushing past the tight muscles.

“No you're not, I can do this while you get ready.” He whispered lowly in your ear. 

“Fuck, fine.” You moan, hands grabbing at his hair. He lifts you and takes you to the bathroom placing you down in front of the sink. You moan as he pulls your pants down immediately falling to his knees, tongue darting out to lap your hole. “Oh my fuck.” You whine, grabbing your toothbrush. You have to really focus and resist the urge to spread your cheeks so he could have better access to you in order to put the toothpaste on the toothbrush.

“Yum.” He groans and brings his hands to spread you out almost as though he had read your mind. You shove your hips back further into his face as you brush your teeth, struggling to keep your head up. 

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He says getting up and grabbing the bottle of lube off the counter. He squirts some on his fingers and massages it into your hole and pulls his sweats down to lather the remainder of it onto his cock. You spit as he pushes into you. Slowly but surely he thrusts into you, hands harshly gripping your ass. 

“Fuck.” You whine, hands gripping the edge of this sink as you struggle to keep you composure.

“That’s what I'm doing.” He mumbles wickedly in your ear. You cry out as he begins hitting your g-spot repeatedly. 

“Gunna, c-cum.” You manage your head falling onto the countertop. He speeds up his thrust and you can feel him begin to twitch in you motioning that he’s now chasing his own release. 

“Fuckkkk!” You exclaim legs quivering as you squirt all onto your bottoms and the floor beneath you. 

“Shit.” He groans slamming into you one final time before he pulls out and finishes on your ass.

You both huff as you catch your breath. 

“Dammit now I gotta change, and I still havent done my makeup.” You sigh pulling your head off the cool porcelain. 

“Here.” He says handing you a moist towel. “You clean yourself up and I'll go get your other scrubs.” 

You nod to him kinda as a silent thank you and then he disappears to get your other uniform. You step out of your drenched bottoms and pull your top over your head tossing them in the basket in the corner. You gently wipe the remaining lube from your ass and your juices from your legs before tossing the towel in the basket as well.

“Here.” He says handing you an identical uniform to the one you just took off. You hurriedly slide them on and rush back to your room to get your phone.

“Have you seen my bag…” You trail off as you see him standing with it in hand beside the door. 

“Thanks.”You say, grabbing it. “And do the laundry.”

“You can't ask nicely?” He huffs causing you to roll your eyes.

“Do the fucking laudry or ill shove that so far down your fucking throat itll come out of that pretty plump little behind of yours.” You say sweetly pointing at that large purple dildo sitting on the couch.

“You think my ass is plump huh?” He smirks, leaning against the door.

“Laundry.” You say sternly.

“Fine.” He mumbles now rolling his eyes. He opens the door allowing you out. 

“Be safe.” He waves as you open your car door.

“Kk, don’t burn the house down.” You wave back. 

“No promises.” He says smiling innocently before slamming the door. 

Shaking your head you get in and set off in the direction that the GPS instructs. 

“Nice, made it in time and with time to spare.” You mumble to yourself sliding your watch onto your wrist. You pulled up to the gate, typed in the numbers that were scribbled at the bottom of the paper, and thankfully it opened without a struggle. You slowly drove up the long driveway admiring the array of greenery that was along the path. 

“Goodness.” You gawked once you caught sight of the house. It was huge. “Who the hell even is this guy?” You mumble parking in front. You pull out the paper and scan over it. There isn’t much beside the fact that he had back surgery two years back. That was odd, he was only 59, and only had one major issue. Usually the company wouldn't even send someone out unless that patient was in their late 60’s and had major health issues- Washijō for example, he was 83, had two bum knees as well as a new hip. Compared to him this new guy- Ushijima Wakatoshi- was a spring chicken in your eyes.

Shrugging you grabbed your bag and headed for the front door, again admiring the beauty of the home. You grab the knocker and give it two big hits and wait. Moments later you hear the lock on the other side turning. The door opens revealing a handsome man with golden eyes, olive hair and a tall build. 

“You must be Mr. Wakatoshi’s son, I hope I'm not pronouncing that incorrectly, I’m his new home health aid” You smile, eyes wandering down to his bare chest. He’s almost in as great shape as Bo & he’s probably twice his age. You think to yourself, eyes glancing at his biceps before making eye contact with him again. 

He lets out a sound that resembles a cough and you realize that's his laugh. “You pronounced it just fine, and no, I’m Mr. Wakatoshi.” If not for the words you would have been drooling at the low rasp that was his voice.

“What, what!” You shriek.

i was really hornknee when i came up with this concept. lets see where it gets me :)

[aetheternity]

Hello! I’ve read your work and fallen in love! I don’t know if your requests are open, but I really like the Armin x you x Levi post you wrote🥰 may I please request a smut of this? Thank you!

First of all thank you! I'm so glad you're in love with my work. 😊 Second of all I'm sorry this took a while I got sick and writing smut while being sick is honestly disgusting. Plus I recently fell in love with Saiki K and have been binge watching it . 🤭 N e ways! Hope you enjoy this.

Warnings: Polyamory, threesome, Nsfw content.

Ok you'll be honest with yourself four years ago you didn't expect to be as happy as you are now. 

After you'd grown sick of your living arrangement with your parents. You'd left that life behind. Moving into the small empty bedroom your best friend since your last year of middle school had open in his surprisingly tiny apartment. 

And when you said tiny. You meant tiny. 

Some rooms in the apartment weren't even big enough for someone to stand in with their arms outstretched. Not to mention a couple of your nights were spent huddled next to Armin on the couch with a huge blanket around your bodies because the heat randomly shut off. 

You'd think a situation like that would be worse. But weirdly enough it had been the best for both of you as your relationship had always had a sort of looming sexual tension that went unexplored. 

Long lingering touches to your waist got just a little bit longer while trying to squeeze past you in the bathroom. "Sorry I just need my brush." Armin would whisper. Warm palm against your hip. The ghost of his pelvic bone so close yet so far away. Just the realization making you arch in his grasp. You'd hold his gaze and in the back of your mind you could watch the soft slither of his tongue as it wet his gorgeous pink lips so many times over. 

Of course it escalated with neither of you ever saying a word about your feelings. You spraying water from the sink on a shirtless Armin during a heat wave that just wouldn't let up as he walked into the kitchen wearing only grey sweatpants. (Yup.. only sweatpants.) The way they hung so low on his hips practically begging for your tongue to stretch across the expanse of his pelvis. 

Him hugging you tight around the waist for literally any reason he could think of. (And he found a new reason everyday.)

And then it escalated a little further.. you pulling back the shower curtain to "complain" about him eating your leftovers. Him pulling you into his lap while the two of you watched tv. 

And one day it just ended. And by ended it meant you two opened a bottle of wine on New Years and the ball wasn't the only thing that dropped. He had you laying ass up, legs spread and pussy sobbing as he rocked your hips for eight fucking hours with no stop. Did that table break? During hour five but Armin managed. 

And then you guys moved. After a mutual agreement that the two of you were aware of each other's feelings and wanted to be together. You'd both managed to pool enough money together to afford a bigger place with two bedrooms. One unused and one that was immediately broken in with Armin over stimulating you the second the boxes were halfway unpacked. 

Fast forward to a man named Levi moving in across the hall, him developing feelings for you over a long period of seeing you daily thanks to his best friend absolutely adoring you and constantly inviting herself into you and Armin's home.

After a while you'd started picking up on the signs of his affection too. His long glances that sometimes didn't even break when you looked back at him. The little gifts that began to show up at your door. The way he'd bring over food when he knew Armin wasn't home. 

Once you'd started to develop feelings too Armin allowed you a night. One night to see if those feelings were actually real and what they might mean. Cue a night of carriage rides, roses (lots and lots of roses), stargazing and a kiss that damn near floored you and it was more than one night. 

Two nights and Levi had had you on his couch with him snuggled in what would soon become your favorite blanket. Three nights and Levi had you eating his mom's homemade spaghetti. And by a week you were begging for Levi to fuck you harder, fingers shaking on his white tiled kitchen floor. His relentless thrusts still causing your thighs to tremble hours after. 

He looked so lost in bliss in a way you'd never seen him before and you hugged onto him so tight you didn't even go back to Armin that night. Just curled up under your favorite blanket on his couch with his cock nestled deep inside you. His kisses littering your face till the moment you fell asleep. 

It was definitely a cause for fear. An unrelenting kind and you sat down on the couch with Armin the next day explaining how deeply you loved them both. Only to be shocked when he brought up the topic of polyamory. It definitely shocked you a ton when Armin agreed to it after some explanation of his own feelings but the real surprise was Levi explaining how he'd also thought about it and would be up for it. 

And thus began the beautiful bloom of a poly relationship after him and Armin had gotten better acquainted. You know after you guys all moved because Levi hated living in the apartment. 

The three of you left to live in a gorgeous house. (For once you were living in a place with more than one floor and an island in the kitchen.) A place you'd been calling home for over a year now. 

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Your breath hitched soft moans stuttering off your lips. You don't even remember who started it but here you and Armin were, his breath tickling every bit of your face with sweet languid kisses. One hand brushing over every curve you possessed while the other was softly brushing in between your pussy lips. 

Your body perched in his lap as he sat against the headboard. Pillows scattered around the two of you as you writhe and begged for more of his touch. 

You were probably drawing blood where you were grasping his shoulders but you couldn't even begin to think about it. Armin's warm breath tickling your lips in a soft chuckle. The tips of his fingers softly caressing your clit as you let out little whimpers of pleasure. 

"You promise you'll moan nice and loud for daddy's fingers?" He asked, closing the distance between your lips with a much slower kiss. 

"Yes." You could feel his nail brush inside and you almost buried his fingers but his harsh grip on your ass paused your movements. Your thighs shook and you rubbed your forehead against his. Leaned into his broad chest with both hands. "Please daddy.." 

"Good girl." 

With one more small kiss he laid you out flat on the bed free hand coming up to squeeze your areola. With a tap of your outer thigh you spread for him watching the way his spit dribbled off his lips and directly onto your already wet hole. The mixture making a much wetter sound as he pumped two fingers fully inside. 

With a gasp you yanked the sheets hard, almost squeezing your thighs together. His fingers curling, snatching your breath away. The bed creaked a little as he repositioned himself, stomach flat against the sheets with his mouth on your thighs. Spreading a soft array of little open mouthed kisses. 

"A-Armin.." 

"Keep your ankles in the air, love. I don't wanna punish you tonight." He breathed 

You sucked in a breath, reaching out to hold your ankles. Almost immediately you felt embarrassed by the high pitched moan that fell off your lips at the first long slide of his flat tongue over your pussy lips.

And then right in between them in a beckoning motion over your clit that had you biting into your lip. The smile on his lips so evident over your core. 

You lifted your head in time to watch the slow drip of more of his saliva stretch between your clit and his bottom lip. Tongue immediately outstretched with eyes drawn to your features as he lapped it back up again. 

With his free hand he spread apart your pussy lips a little further giving your clit an almost harsh knead with his thumb. The friction making you cry out and almost drop your legs onto his back. 

His fingers carefully slipped out of you to your own dismay. The slow drag against your walls almost painful, that is until his tongue was sliding in to replace them. Giving your inner walls a massage that made your gaze fall white. 

You felt him hum. Sweet vibrations flowing through your cunt as he slurped down every bit of your juices. His arms snaking around your legs to yank you so much closer as he pushed his tongue impossibly deeper. 

"Daddy.." You begged 

"Shh, keep moaning for me baby.." He hummed, flicking your clit with his thumb. 

You obeyed with an arch that probably could've launched you off the bed if not for Armin's tight hold. Your eyes squeezed shut, brain going completely empty. 

"Such a good girl." He breathed "So good for daddy." 

The pad of his tongue stretched over both sides of your lips with little nibbles. Sucking the skin into his mouth roughly. You could feel his eyes on you, practically see those bright blues pop with lust as he pressed his tongue back inside with languid thrusts. 

Your heartbeat pounded in your ear and you felt the hold he had on your legs loosen. His two fingers delving and sliding back into your warm fluttering cunt. The overwhelming pleasure forcing your hands back on the bed holding out for dear life. 

"Daddy.. daddy please.." You cried 

"Getting close baby?" When you nodded vigorously he smirked. "Come on baby almost there." He hummed 

He sped up his tongue, fingers stretching you open quickly adding another. Your breath caught with a high pitched cry that left tears  flowing over your cheeks. An endless chorus of his name flooding off your lips. His own moans sending vibrations through your core. 

Your stomach tightened, toes curling in the air as you tried and failed to steady your breathing. One of your hands unfurled itself from the sheets now sticking to your sweat soaked body. Carding it in the beautiful blond locks between your legs. 

"Baby.. baby I'm about to-" He sucked your clit into his mouth and your eyes went hazy, head falling back. 

"Finish baby, come on.." He whispered 

Your lips spewed curse words between every breath lost. When his fingers tapped smoothly against your g-spot you knew that was it for you. And with one last shudder you came around his fingers, screaming his name as your orgasm racked over you in a loud burst. 

And he licked up every drop, nose buried to collect it all like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. 

"A-Armin.." You shuddered body flush and hazy. 

His fingers feel wet, a combination of your pussy juices and the sweat between both your bodies. You slowly blinked in the darkness combing strands of his hair back as your lips made contact. The mixture of your taste and his on your tongue, in an almost overwhelming way. 

You tensed under him. Hands stretching over every part of him you could reach only for him to back away a bit. With your nails still gently grazing over your back he pressed his damp forehead into yours, fingers sweeping over every bit of bare skin. 

With barely any warning he hoisted you to your feet next to the edge of the bed. And you reached out for his shoulders as he slipped his boxers down his legs. Inching himself back up to the headboard. 

"Take a seat." He gestures, laying back. 

He's got a hand around your waist in seconds. His cock soon just below you, so so close to where you wanted it. Where you needed it so badly. 

Your knees came down on both sides of him, carefully administering your weight evenly until every inch of his hot cock was stretching you open. His tip soon resting firmly against your cervix like it always did and you both relinquished a sweet gasp. 

"F-fuck.. so full.." You huffed 

It felt like it had been so long when in reality it'd probably only been a week. And yet you were moaning like you'd been starved of him. Rocking your hips like he'd punished you with no cock for months. 

Suddenly his arm wrapped itself around your waist again. He hoisted you up with a strong hold moaning directly in your ear as he thrusted up into you like it was the first time. His knees pressing your thighs open.

A hiss falling off your lips as he kissed over your shoulder and collar. Hands squeezing both your breasts like they were his personal stress balls. 

You hadn't been aware of how hard Armin was going until the rough knocks of the bed hitting the walls finally began to settle in your ear. But you could barely care Armin's cock was hitting every spot inside of you and your leg was starting to twitch where it was forced outward. 

His breath grew more ragged with every thrust. Sweat dripping off your forehead onto his. His sweet murmurs of praise turning you on even harder.

"Love, you take me so well.. You're doing so amazing…." He moaned 

You leaned your head into him, feeling that sweet familiarity deep in the pit of your stomach. You reached around to the back of his head, yanking a little rougher than intended on his scalp. 

The uneven slaps of your skin meeting managed to keep the two of you distracted  until the sound of the door practically slamming into the wall shook you both to a halt. 

Levi's dry sigh filled the once noisy bedroom. "Do you two have to make so much noise? I'm busy with a work project." 

Despite Levi's gripes Armin angled his cock back towards your g-spot barely grazing it but it was enough to force a little mewl from your lips. 

He laughed, pulling you a little closer. "Mm sorry Levi. Didn't know we were being so loud." 

There was a small glint in Levi's eyes. The quick dart of his pupils to where you and Armin were joined and then back up to your face putting a devious grin on your face. 

"You should take a break, daddy." You said 

"Tch." Levi huffed, "This thing needs to be done by tomorrow. I don't have time for this." 

You reached out for him with one arm. An arm that unsurprisingly didn't even reach close to him from his stance near the bedroom door. By this point Armin's thrusts were going at almost the same pace as before. Not as rough but enough to resume the gentle rock of the bed. 

You let out a soft moan as Levi took the bait, slowly walking over to the bed. His finger carding affectionately through your tousled hair. He leaned in, pecking your kiss swollen lips. 

If there was anything you knew for a fact about Levi it was that he always had a hard time saying no to you. 

To be completely honest it didn't surprise you that Levi was already more than a little hard. Though it did surprise you how easily he gave in today. Watching with unchanged expression as you pulled his belt from the loops and buckle, undoing it with a light clatter which quickly followed the almost inaudible sound of his zipper being pulled down.. 

You let out a relaxed hum, lip pressed between your teeth at the sight before you. His thick cock poking out over the hem of his underwear. You grasped at the sheets with one hand a little shaky as you slipped his boxers down over his ass until they pooled at his ankles. 

Armin slipped his hand under you right up against your stomach. Levi immediately followed suit already knowing what he was doing. He stepped over to the edge of the bed as Armin laid you down on your stomach. Levi's wet tip dangling in front of your lips. Before you could even register it Armin had your hips in the air slipping all the way back inside with a loud gasp. 

Meanwhile you were wetting your lips. Hand curving up and down the length of his dick. You inched forward on your elbows to slowly surround Levi's dick in the warm confines of your mouth. The hiss he let out sending shivers over your spine.

"How's it feel? I know how much you love taking two dicks." Levi grunted 

Armin reached forward, tugging your hips in close with one hand. The other hand on your ass as leverage. Allowing him to ease out to his tip before slamming back inside. Your eyes rolling back with pleasure. 

As if it wasn't already difficult enough to take Levi he wasn't even fully hard yet. Just expanding in your mouth as you coaxed your throat into relaxing enough to slide every thick inch down. 

"I know that pretty mouth can do so much better than this." He reaches out with zero warning to grab a fist full of your hair. Yanking you forward with barely any restraint. 

Though you must admit the sound that leaves his throat when he does is almost worth the tears pricking over your hollowed cheeks. 

"Baby I'm so fucking close.. I'm gonna fill your pussy." Armin sighs, his hand comes down to wrap around the base of your throat angling your mouth into Levi's rough thrusts. 

Your heart is hammering but you close your mouth as best as possible without biting to take Levi's cock. Already feeling the effects on your jaw as he presses in a little harder with a deep moan. 

By now his cock is fully hard rocking you back into Armin with deep rough thrusts that almost make you gag. 

"That's my g-irl.." Levi grunts, even though they're small his nails dig into your scalp so roughly you could swear you felt something trickling down to the back of your neck. 

You grip the bed sheets with both your toes and fingers, the creaking around you unmistakable. 

"I'm cumming.. I'm cumming!" Armin cries out and you'd honestly give anything to see his gorgeous blue eyes roll back and the little smile that curves against his lips as he climaxes. 

You finish just a couple seconds ahead of him. Eyes unfocused where they roll into shut. Little sounds muffled by the thick dick stretching open your throat. The feeling of Armin's cum flooding your walls makes you whimper and he lets out the softest moan as his orgasm slowly whittles away. 

Your gaze soon fixes on Levi only to be met with the prettiest tint of pink brushed right up against his cheeks. His eyes pressed tightly closed, lips parted over every harsh breath. 

It didn't take long for the sweet drag of Armin's cock to begin again. His light touches to your spine making you arch a little higher. 

"You look so fucking pretty, you know that?" Armin mummered, cock slamming into your g-spot. "Doesn't she look gorgeous, Levi?" He asked with a little whimper. 

Levi's eyes fluttered open a hint of a smirk cresting on his lips. "Like she's gonna.. pass out.." He combed your hair back again gripping it a little tighter forcing your head up. He paused at the back of your throat. "Can't take it baby? Want me to pull out?" 

You grunted at every slam of Levi's dick until that all too familiar sound flooded your ears, followed by almost every curse in the english language. 

"You're doing so well.. f-uck.." He moaned "Swallow my cum.. swallow it. I'm almost there.." 

Levi hoisted his leg up against the already shaky foot of the bed using as much leverage as possible. His fingers tugging your head forward on every pump of his thick cock. Mixing with the loud gasps of Armin behind you as he also neared his end. 

And with one more deep thrust Levi was spilling down your throat with a choked groan. Cock head nestled deep in your tired throat holding you still as his orgasm flooded from his body. 

You were a little relieved when he stepped back allowing your jaw to relax. The still wet tip pressing sweetly against your lips. 

"Such a pretty girl.." He said, so low you thought you imagined it. 

"Switch with me." You heard Armin say 

You sighed as his cock left you, feeling yourself immediately being flipped onto your back. His large hands coming down from where he now stood over you to perfectly envelop your breasts. Meanwhile Levi was pulling your hips close and sliding in as effortlessly as he always did. 

"Levi!" You threw your head back 

Armin smirked over you, his hands kneading a little rougher. You arched into his touch pressing the balls of your heels into Levi's back, pushing him just a little deeper- 

God it was perfect. The feeling of his dick so much different from Armin's but honestly just as perfect. The moan you let out was downright pornographic and you pressed your head back into Armin's thigh. 

One of Armin's hands came up to your face brushing aside your hair soaked in tears. "You look perfect. But I wanna make you more perfect." 

He pulled himself off the bed, sliding a hand over your cheek. "I wanna paint your face baby. It's so perfect.." He mumbled already pumping his long dick over your face. "You'll let me right.." He whimpered 

When he leaned in again it was to press a little kiss to your lips. "P-please.." 

The curve of his lips made your heart flutter in your chest. "Mm.. let Levi see when I'm finished." 

One of Armin's hands sat rather aggressively on the edge of the bed. And you could see the way every vein in his hand moved. Grip tightening a little with every pump of his cock, back and forth his knuckles practically ripping through his skin. 

You gasped as Levi leaned over you, fat cock pressing into your G-spot. "Stop ignoring me." He grunted 

He slid his teeth beneath your earlobe administering a barrage of sweet nibbles mixed with more aggravated bites. 

"Levi.. Levi!!" 

Armin gasped above you, "Almost there.." He moaned 

A bright white was starting to take over your vision as you shut your eyes, mouth hung open for Armin's cock with absolutely no sound coming out as Levi continued to use your tired pussy. 

Small huffs of fuck littering the air. You bore your nails into Levi's back and chest. His leg shaking against you as he pushed through his last thrusts. 

"I-I'm.. I- shit!" Armin came first, missing Levi's head by a hair (literally) as ropes of hot cum plopped onto your face, you barely registering it as your own orgasm hit you like a two ton truck. Levi's thumb coaxing small spasms from you through your clit. 

Levi huffed, face scrunched, lip bitten and eyes shut as he came for the second time with a hard gasp. 

The room went quiet for what couldn't have been any longer than 2 minutes before Armin was pulling himself up from where he'd slumped over the bed. 

"Levi, look how sexy she looks with my cum all over her face." He cooed 

It stuck to your eyelids as you blinked though ultimately chose to keep your eyes shut. You felt Levi's small chuckle and the brief feeling of him slipping out of you to your own disappointment.

"Open baby." Armin said 

As soon as you did his fingers slipped into your mouth. The salty/sweet residue of his cum littering your tongue. Quickly joined by Levi who swiped his thumb across your eyelids before pressing it into your mouth. 

"How're you feeling?" Armin asked as you opened your eyes slowly. 

You blinked in their faces standing above you with a small smile. "Tired." 

"You can't sleep until you've washed off. It'll be better for you anyway." Levi replied, heading into the bathroom. 

Armin quickly followed after carefully lifting your fatigued body off the bed. It took a couple minutes for Levi to get the temperature to perfect but once he did you slowly felt yourself sinking into perfectly warm water. 

The soreness in every part of your body already beginning to dissipate as you leaned back against the edge of the tub. 

"We did a number on you hmm?" Armin asked, carding your hair back. 

"I'll make you some tea once you're cleaned up. Then we can cuddle under your favorite blanket." Levi said 

"Thank you guys but I feel like I could fall asleep here." You say lifting your thighs for Levi to clean under. 

"I promise I'll pay you back big time tomorrow." Armin replied, rubbing your arm with soap. 

Your lips curled up deviously, "Now that I look forward to." You grab his chin pulling him into you, pecking his lips. 

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

continuation of the skin care routine where y/n and peter wear masks in a sunday

Of course! This is so cute, Peter is my skincare king. I hope you like it, I honestly have had so much fun with this, love you xx

Selfcare

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: I’m treating this like a sister fic not a sequeal because both fics can be read as stand alones, but here is a link to my original skincare fic, Skin, as well as my headcannon about Peter’s skincare routine

Summary: Peter and reader have a nice relaxing day in, taking care of themselves and each other

Prompts

Masterlist

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“I don’t know which I want to do…” Peter pursed his lips as he looked over the array of masks spread over their bathroom counter, “Which are you gonna use?”

“I’m trying my new one,” she held the bottle up to his face, “Tatcha Violet-C, everyone I’ve seen use it gets so glowy and smooth. You wanna try?”

“Sure,” he took the bottle, glancing over it before popping the lid off, “I like the color.”

She nodded, “It’s pretty. Want me to put it on for you?”

“Yes please,” he pressed a kiss to her cheek, “I’ll do yours first though.”

She sat herself on the counter with a smile, “Make sure you use the spatula.”

“I know, I know,” he plucked the spatula up from the bowl and stepped between her legs.

“Well last time you didn’t,” she reminded, “Do you want me to get you a headband too?”

“That’s okay,” he smiled as she used a small fuzzy headband to push her hair out of the way, “You look very cute though,” he nuzzled his nose against hers before swiping the mask across her cheeks.

“Aw,” she cooed, making a kissy face in response, “So it says we only have to leave it on for 20 minutes but I already know I won’t want to stop the movie and take it off.”

“I don’t think it’ll matter if we leave it on longer,” he knit his brow, concentrating intensely on making sure the mask was spread evenly across her face, “Didn’t you get a boob mask too?”

“Yeah but it’s a sheet mask so don’t get your hopes up,” she laughed.

“I can still help you put it on,” he winked, “What’s it even supposed to do?”

“I think it just makes them softer, I don’t know really, I just thought they were cute. Next time I’m gonna get the butt ones, then we can try it together.”

He laughed, “I am not putting a butt mask on.”

“Ah come on Peter. Don’t you want a perky ass?”

“My ass is plenty perky,” he bit back, “I just think it’d be uncomfortable, I don’t wanna walk around with some wet mask stuck to my ass.”

“Ew, you’re making it sound gross.”

“That’s on the mask not me,” he leaned in to kiss her, being extra careful not to smudge her mask, “You’re all done angel.”

“Thanks handsome,” she took the spatula now, opting to plop a bit of the mask in her hands, “Now come here.”

He leaned towards her again, staying as still as he could while she wiped the mask down his nose and over his cheeks, “Smells good.”

She giggled, “Glad you like it P. This color looks good on you.”

“You think so?” She nodded, “Yeah, it looks really, really good.”

“Thanks angel, it looks good on you too,” he set his hands on her thighs, smiling as she wrapped her legs around his waist, “You’re like a cute little grape.”

“A grape?”

He nodded, “Grapes are purple.”

“Yeah but this isn’t purple, it’s lavender, what kind of grapes are you eating?”

“I couldn’t think of any other purple things,” he watched as she flicked the sink on and scrubbed the excess mask off her hands, “You look like the cutest little lavender grape in the world.”

“Thanks,” she rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, ��Movie time?”

He nodded, taking a hold of her waist and lifting her off the counter with ease, “Movie time.”

/

Peter glanced down at (y/n) as the movie came to end, “You wanna go wash the masks off now?”

She nodded, standing and stretching out her arms with a yawn, “Yeah, then we should take a bath.”

“Fine by me,” he stood as well, following her back to the bathroom.

She flicked the water and bent over the sink, splashing a handful of water over her face to start melting away the mask. Peter smiled over her, wrapping an arm around her waist before he set his head on her shoulder, only to have a bit of water flicked into his face.

“Hey!” he stepped back with a frown. 

She laughed and flicked some more at him, “I’m trying to wash my face man.”

“Well let me help,” he splashed some water at her with a smirk. “Peter!” she tried to sound accusatory but her giggle gave her away.

“I’m helping,” he reiterated, flicking more water towards her while she tried to cover her face.

“Stop it!” she attempted to splash some water at him while keeping her own face covered, “Get away from me!”

“No way,” he managed to get a hold of her waist despite her best efforts to wiggle away from him. He pulled her against him and pressed her to the counter, trapping her there while he scooped up a handful of water and dumped it over her head.

“Peter!” she squealed, grabbing his hands to stop him from repeating the action, “You’re such a jerk! And you’re making a mess!”

“I’m making a mess? You started it!” he laughed as he captured her lips with his own, “I’m Spiderman sweetheart, you should have known this fight was out of your league.”

She stuck her tongue out as she wiped the water away from her eyes, “Yeah well you just wait Spiderman, I’ll get my revenge.”

“Oh really?”

She nodded and turned back to the sink, washing any remnants of the mask off her face, “Yeah, you better watch your back Parker.”

“I’m shaking,” he waited for her to stand back up before peppering kisses over her cheeks and nose.

She giggled, “Peter that tickles.”

“Sorry,” he settled at her lips, “Forgive me? I really don’t need any more supervillains running around the city.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, tapping her chin and pretending to debate her answer, “Fine, but you have to make dinner tonight.”

“Fair,” he commented with another kiss, “Dinner comes after the cookies though.”

“Well of course, this is a day of selfcare after all,” her arms settled around his neck again, “Now clean yourself up so we can make those cookies.”