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[hauntedbyjoel]

Curtains Wide Open

pairing: joel miller x f!reader warnings: no outbreak, voyeurism, dubcon-adjacent dynamics, masturbation, explicit sex, dominant behavior, power imbalance (landlord/tenant), obsession, spanking, unprotected sex, breeding language, MDNI word count - 3.2k summary - You’ve never met your landlord. But sometimes you feel watched. You start leaving your curtains open. Dressing slower. Touching yourself louder. Then one night, Joel shows up. He’s been watching all along. And now he wants a turn.

✧･ﾟ₊˚✧₊˚･ﾟ✧

You never met your landlord in person when you moved in.

Just signed the lease through a property manager, dropped your deposit into some barely-updated portal, and got your keys in an envelope taped to the inside of your mailbox. No walkthrough. No welcome packet. No real name.

The building was older. Quiet. A little worn. A little too cheap for this part of town. But the hardwood floors were real, and the windows let in a lot of light. You told yourself not to question it.

You didn’t know that Joel Miller read your application three times before approving it.

Didn’t know he called your old landlord, then your boss, then your emergency contact—just to hear how they spoke about you. Didn’t know he watched your move-in through the hallway security feed. Didn’t know he started memorizing your schedule the moment you shut the door for the first time.

He never meant to get involved. Not at first. He just liked how you looked. Headphones in. Skirt too short. One hand wrapped around an iced coffee, the other tugging your apartment key free from your tote bag. You didn’t look at the camera when you walked past it, but you smiled at your phone. He paused the footage and watched it again. And again.

He told himself it was curiosity. A tenant check-in. Routine.

But curiosity became interest. Interest became obsession. And obsession meant he started making exceptions.

Like showing up when you submitted a maintenance request—even though he had a guy for that. Like walking past your apartment door every night at exactly 10:03, just to hear if your TV was still on. Like letting himself in when you weren’t home, tightening your loose bathroom knob before you even noticed it was turning wrong.

He never took anything. Never made a mess. He just needed to be close. That’s what he told himself. Until the night he let himself in just to stand in your bedroom doorway.

He didn’t turn on the light. Didn’t move past the threshold. He just stood there. Watched your sheets stir in the breeze from the open window. Imagined your body beneath them. Imagined crawling in. Imagined how warm you’d feel pressed up against his chest, whimpering his name into the pillow, not scared—grateful.

That was the night he installed the first camera. Just one. Hidden inside the old smoke detector in the corner of your living room. He only wanted to check in sometimes. Just a little. Just enough. And he didn’t think you’d ever notice.

✧･ﾟ₊˚✧₊˚･ﾟ✧

You were dusting. Standing on a stool in a cropped tee and your underwear, hair piled on your head, humming under your breath. And then you saw it. That tiny red flicker. The almost-invisible eye. You looked up at it, still for several long seconds. Then you climbed down from the stool, stood in the middle of the room—bare legs, bare thighs, nothing but soft light on your skin—

And smiled.

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t call the police. Didn’t even cover up.

You just walked to the window. Turned on the lamp. And pulled the curtains open.

That night, you stretched out on the couch like you knew he was watching. Tank top riding high. Panties clinging. You didn’t touch yourself. You didn’t have to. You let your legs fall apart slowly. Shifted your hips just slightly. Played with the hem of your shirt. Arched once when you yawned, and made sure your nipples pressed just right through the fabric. You looked directly at the corner of the room.

“Good night, Joel.”

✧･ﾟ₊˚✧₊˚･ﾟ✧

He didn’t come that night. Not the next night, either. But your sink stopped dripping on its own. Your Amazon order—marked as delayed—showed up two days early. And the next rent invoice never came.

You left the curtains open every night. You didn’t stop performing. And he didn’t stop watching.

When he finally knocked, it was late. You opened the door in just your sleep shorts and a loose camisole, braless, warm from the way your body had been grinding quietly against your sheets just minutes before. Joel stood there. All six feet and change. Black shirt. Boots. Breath steady. He didn’t speak right away. Just looked at you. Then at your window. Then back at you.

“You left them open,” he said. “You been doing that for me?”

You didn’t answer.

He stepped inside. Closed the door. Locked it.

Then looked at you like you were the thing he’d been waiting to unwrap for months.

“You want to put on a show,” he said calmly, voice low. “Then show me. Curtains wide open.”

You moved slowly. Crossed the room, your thighs brushing, your breath shaky. You walked to the window and stood in front of it. He didn’t follow. You lifted your shirt. Let it fall. Your nipples tightened in the air, cool light catching on your skin. Then you looked over your shoulder.

“Are you going to touch me?”

Joel’s voice stayed flat.

“No.”

You blinked. Mouth parted.

“Then what—”

“You’re gonna do it yourself. That’s all you get tonight.”

You turned back to the window. Let your hand slide down your stomach, under your waistband. And he just watched.

No words. No breath. No movement.

He didn’t flinch when you whimpered. Didn’t speak when your thighs started to tremble. Didn’t say a word when you came with your forehead pressed to the glass and his name falling from your lips in a shudder. When you turned around, flushed and wet and panting—

He was already gone. The door left open an inch. The message clear. You want more? Ask for it.

✧･ﾟ₊˚✧₊˚･ﾟ✧

You didn’t see him for three days. But the camera stayed on. You whispered his name every night. You got nothing in return. Until the fourth night, when there was a knock at 11:56 p.m.

You opened the door without hesitation—heart thudding, lips parted, soaked just from knowing he was on the other side—Joel stood there. Big. Still. Breathing slow. His eyes dragged down your body like they’d already been there. You didn’t speak. You didn’t have to.

“No more putting on a show unless I’m in the room.”

You didn’t say anything. You just stepped back—barefoot, braless, nearly trembling—your eyes locked on his as the door stayed wide open. Joel followed.

Slow. Calm.

Like he’s not walking into your apartment for the first time since you caught him. Like he’s been here all along.

The door clicked shut behind him. Locked. He set the key on your counter.

He’s not hiding it anymore. He never was.

“Bedroom,” he says.

Your body moved before your brain did. You led him down the hall—feeling his eyes on the sway of your hips, the hem of your shorts, the place where your thighs touched. You sat on the edge of your bed. You thought he’d come to you. But he didn’t. He just stood there. Watching. Like he always does.

“Take your clothes off.”

You reached for your shirt.

His voice sharpened—quiet, deadly.

“Slow.”

So you obeyed.

You lifted the tank top inch by inch. Your nipples hardened in the air. You heard his breath shift when they were exposed.

You stood to slide your shorts down. Stepped out of them. Left them pooled on the floor. You didn’t cover yourself. He didn’t move.

Then:

“Lie back.”

You crawled onto the bed. Laid there. Naked. Waiting.

He walked toward you—finally—tall and deliberate, shedding his jacket, then his shirt, slow as sin. His belt came off with a low scrape of leather. And when he pulled your knees apart, it wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t tender. It was inevitable.

Joel kneels between your thighs, one hand braced beside your head, the other sliding down between your legs, fingers slipping through the slick heat already waiting for him. You gasp at the contact. He smirks.

“Already wet?” “You been thinkin’ about this?”

He dips two fingers inside you, slow and deep. Crooks them just slightly until your hips lift, a needy whimper leaving your lips.

“Knew you’d be soaked for me.”

You arch into his touch, desperate.

“Joel, please—”

He pulls his fingers out and wipes them across your lower belly—marking you with it, like a warning. Then he leans down, voice hot against your ear.

“You don’t get to beg. Not yet.” “You invited me in. Now you take what I give you.”

He doesn’t wait for a reply. Just presses the thick head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts. You squirm, whimper, try to shift your hips forward—but his hands grip your thighs hard, holding you down. And then he sinks in—slow, deliberate, filling you inch by inch until you’re stretched wide and gasping.

“Jesus,” he mutters under his breath, voice strained. “Tight little pussy like this—and you were wasting it on your fingers?”

You cry out, back arching as he bottoms out. He stays there, deep inside you, grinding once just to feel how tight you clamp around him.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes meet his—dark, unblinking, possessive.

“I want you to remember what it looks like when someone fucks you right.”

Then he starts to move. Long, deep strokes that make the bed creak. His hand slides up your chest to grab your throat—not squeezing, just holding, guiding your gaze so you can’t look away from him.

“You like being watched?” “Good. Then watch me.”

He fucks you harder now, his hips snapping against yours, the wet slap of skin echoing around the room. Your hands grip the sheets, your mouth open and panting, the tension building fast.

“Joel—fuck—I’m—”

“You don’t come until I say.”

His hand moves from your throat to your mouth, thumb pressing between your lips. You suck it instinctively, your eyes fluttering.

“Good girl.”

His pace grows rougher, more punishing, every thrust hitting deep, knocking the breath out of you.

“Next time you wanna touch yourself in front of that camera,” he growls, “you call me first. Understand?”

You nod around his thumb, eyes rolling back as your body trembles beneath him.

“Say it.”

“Yes—Joel—yes, I’ll call you—”

“Damn right you will.”

He pulls his thumb free and presses your knees up toward your chest, fucking you deeper now, the angle brutal, relentless.

Your climax hits hard—a cry ripping from your throat as your whole body shakes. And Joel doesn’t stop. He keeps going, driving into you through your orgasm, chasing his own, groaning low and broken as his rhythm stutters.

“Gonna come inside you,” he grits, head dropping to your neck. “You’re gonna take all of it, yeah?”

You can’t speak—can only nod, sobbing with how full you already feel.

“Say it. Say it’s mine.”

“It’s yours—fuck—Joel, it’s yours—”

He buries himself one last time, grunts against your throat, and comes—deep and rough and full. You’re boneless beneath him, panting, your skin damp with sweat. He pulls out slowly, the loss making you whimper. His fingers slide between your thighs, spreading you open just enough to watch it drip out of you.

“Messy little thing,” he murmurs. “Better keep those curtains open. I wanna see this every night.”

He grabs your chin, makes you meet his gaze one more time.

“Next time,” he says, “you don’t wait so long to ask.”

He kisses your forehead.

Grabs his keys.

And walks out.

Like he’s coming back tomorrow.

Because he is.

[bluem1lls]

After looking at the part 2 of toxic Se-mi "addicting to you" I feel the urge to wanna know what HAPPENED next, this is my k-drama

a taste of a poison paradise.

toxic! se-mi x toxic! reader x sae-byeok - summary: do not fuck your girlfriend and her best friend at the same time! or do... and regret it later (or don't!) - content: smut mdni, angst ig, toxic! se-mi!! and i present u... toxic!reader!!!!!!!!!!!, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r!receiving), strap mentioned, top! se-mi, top! sae-byeok x bottom! reader, cheating! lots of cheating - author's note: finally after so long!!!!!!!! this has turned into a half se-mi, half sae byeok so i hope u like this as much as i enjoyed writing it!!!!!!! i love u sm and tysm for reading and requesting!!!

part one. part two. part three (you're here!)

⠄⠂☆ oh my god.

you ARE a cheap slut!

you covered your mouth with your hand. pulling her away with wide eyes as she stared at you.

"hey, no, don't pa—“ she started saying, but you quickly stopped her.

"oh my god. i-i cheated. i cheated on her. i did what she always did to me, oh—" you started spiraling quickly. you stopped when her warm hands were placed on your shoulders, grounding you back.

"listen, princess," she said as you shook your head no.

fuck, if se-mi finds out.

"no, princess, just—can… can you take me home? please?" you whispered, ashamed of yourself as you stood up.

her eyes followed you and stayed there for a second.

you're so naive. you're so used to someone staring at you with disinterest, that you don't even notice her heart eyes.

"yeah" she sighed, grabbing her keys. "let's go."

she followed your steps, opening the door for you to get in the car. you did, and she followed you.

she started driving as you only stared outside the window.

you weren't even paying attention to how much she was looking at you.

without much thought, her hand went to rest on your thigh. you both looked down to see the hand there. her eyes widened as she quickly removed it.

"fuck— sorry" she said in a low tone. her hand went back to the steering wheel.

you turned back to the window, but god, if it was so bad, why are you sure the passenger seat is soaked underneath you, and why are you biting your lip?

and why is she doing the same?

the car fills with a tense silence. hot bodies and short, shallow breaths. thank god it's only a 10-minute ride, because if it were longer—

"we're here" she says with a sigh, gripping the steering wheel.

your eyes take in your apartment complex. it's dark, and there's no one nearby.

her eyes follow yours. "i can go with you to the door."

you turn to face her. fuck. big mistake. her lips are bitten red, her eyes are dark and lusty. oh god. "no, it's fine!" your voice comes out squeakier than you intended. you cringe at the sound. "i'll be fine."

she takes a look at you. "yeah, no. i'll go. let's go." she says, getting out of the car and opening the door for you. staring at her and hesitating, you get out of the car. both of you start walking to the apartment.

and how uncomfortable can you imagine an elevator ride being when you just kissed your girlfriend's best friend—oh! and let's not forget, you also moaned in her mouth?

yeah...

more than you can imagine.

once you arrive at the 6th floor, you get out as she follows you. you quickly turn to open the door, clumsily managing to unlock it.

"so… um—" you say, holding your door with one hand and turning to stare at her.

"i guess i'll…" she stares at you. "leave."

and yeah. she should.

so she does.

and you decide the best thing to do is close that door.

literally.

so you do.

she walks and sets foot in the elevator at the same time she hears your door closing. and both of you take a deep breath.

but if it was over, then why was she stepping out of the elevator again as she heard your door opening?

and fuck, why did you taste so good when you ran into her arms, pulling her in to kiss you rough?

she was quickly pressing you against the wall, her skinny arms grabbing your plushy thighs to lift you up, holding you further into the wall as her lips were everywhere—on your lips, on your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

you grabbed the back of her neck, guiding her lips once more to meet yours, both of you moaning at the feel.

"i bet you don't even feel bad, huh?" she whispered against your lips. you stared at her, dumbfounded, with pouty red lips and shiny, lust-filled eyes. "dating my best friend and now fucking me?" she said, and god, heat went straight to your cunt. "bet you like it" she said, her lips going to your ear. "bet you'd even be willing to take us both at the same time."

and oh my god. if your panties weren't already ruined, that definitely did the trick.

you moaned loudly at the thought.

"what if.. i take you to your bed and fuck you there?" she whispered against your skin, biting it, but not hard enough to leave a mark.

your eyes flutter, you remind yourself that you are outside your apartment, in a hallway where everyone could walk in and see.

and you did not want to put your neighbors through that.

so you nodded eagerly as she slowly put you down. your wobbly legs carried you to open the door once again, this time letting her in.

she closed the door behind her, taking in your disheveled look. your messy hair, your skirt bunched up, your top sitting all messy on you.

fuck.

"your room. now" she said, almost growling, as she quickly followed you up the stairs. her hands never left your body. she was moving up your skirt, squeezing the soft plush of your ass, kissing your neck from behind as you let out soft giggles. she was everywhere.

as you let her in your room, her eyes quickly moved to look through your pink, soft space. it was exactly how she'd pictured.

"cute" she said with a smirk, making you blush.

you sat on the edge of the bed. your eyes seemed to whisper ‘fuck me' to hers. she sighed in reply. god, she can't believe she got this lucky.

"these are also cute" you whispered. you slowly opened your legs, making your skirt ride higher, leaving on sight cute lacy panties that made her mouth water. "and they're pink, too" you added, as her eyes could only take on the dampness of your underwear.

"fuck." she says under her breath, her eyes not moving from there.

yeah, she's done for.

⠄⠂☆ so let's say you guys did do something last night…

it was only fair right???

like, se-mi cheated so many times.

(so, so many)

you were only returning the favor!

oh fuck. you're a whore and you cheated on your girlfriend.

fuck.

⠄⠂☆ you grab your head, waking up almost dizzy from last night. the side of the bed next to yours is still messy, but there's no trace of the girl who last night was making your legs tremble.

you take your phone, lowering the brightness with a hiss. of course, the first message you get is from her.

love: hey

love: missing my girl

love: open the door sleepyhead

you blink, trying to process the messages as you check when she sent them. 5 minutes ago.

you quickly get out of bed, putting on some shorts and a tank top as a simple pajama, half-checking to make sure there's no evidence of last night.

yeah, its fine.

you open the door to find se-mi, with flowers in one hand and breakfast in the other. she looked conflicted as you raised an eyebrow.

"i'm sorry. i know i haven't apologized like i should have the other day for... doing that," she said, wincing (she meant moaning another girl's name…) "but i just... i talked to my therapist and understood why it could hurt you," she said, and she meant it.

because no, she hadn’t seen before what was wrong with her making a little mistake.

your mouth opens and closes several times. i mean, it would be fake of you if you didn’t accept her apology after her best friend ate you like a starving woman, wouldn’t it?

god, you could still feel her warm hands on your thighs, opening them as she lay in between. her tongue circling around your clit with three fingers inside you. fuck, your pornographic moans and the way you clenched around her was forever engraved on both of your brains.

and when she made you cum? oh god. the way her fingers came out milky white covered, the way she licked them—

"baby?" se-mi said, bringing you back to reality.

oh my god, were you really fantasizing about her best friend when she’s standing in front of you??????

"y-yeah. apology accepted. s’ all good" you quickly replied, moving aside to let her in. you grabbed the flowers she gave you, putting them in a base.

you felt so guilty.

her cold hands bring you back, going around your waist. her lips slowly start kissing your neck. you shivered, closing your eyes and letting yourself be wrapped under her control.

"you know what'd make this apology better?" she whispered in your ear, making you hum in response. one of her hands slipped under your shorts only to find you bare, making her moan. "such a good girl. already waiting for me?"

you had to nod. you didn't had the heart to tell her her best friend removed and kept your soaked panties yesterday, leaving you to sleep naked.

⠄⠂☆ you promised yourself this was the last time you were seeing sae-byeok.

that’s what you also said the last 5 times.

you went to her house, decided to break things out for good and somehow you always ended up in a new position with her cock deep inside.

but today’s different.

sure, that’s what you thought.

now? that she’s behind you, your back on her chest, her strap going in and out of your squelching hole as her hand wraps around your throat?

you’re not so sure anymore.

⠄⠂☆ se-mi is having a good day.

wow, that hasn't happen in a while!

but listen, she got up, she fucked her girlfriend or whatever you wanted to call yourself, she ate the breakfeast you cooked, and now she's smoking with her best friend— who's counting money she stole—. basically, a great day!

"hey, so remember the last time i told you me and her were, like, fucked up? for real, no coming back from the last fight?" she spoke to her best friend, sae-byeok. she lifted her gaze and nodded as a reply to se-mi. "we're fucking great now! like, i don't even understand, but i guess she calmed down. maybe she learned i was just gonna continue to be this way, and she had to love me one way or another” se-mi said, smirking as she took a drag from the joint. sae-byeok kept staring at the money, biting the inside of her cheek.

"are you sure she just.. calmed?" sae-byeok said, staring at her best friend with a lifted eyebrow.

what she meant is, are you sure she's calmed? or maybe it was the fact that i had your girlfriend underneath me yesterday, with her legs up my shoulders as my strap was going in and out of her tight pussy, and maybe now she's feeling guilty?

"yeah, she's calm now. good, i think we're actually getting somewhere this time" se-mi said, not realizing the way her best friend gripped the money, almost breaking it in half.

"i hope so." she replied, bitter.

and she really did!

kinda.

⠄⠂☆ se-mi came again to your apartment two weeks after that talk with sae-byeok.

she was now in your bed, with you wrapped around her arms, head laying on her chest.

she was softly caressing your hair, staring at you.

and something... happened.

her heart was like, beating fast. real fast. she blinked, and couldn't help her thoughts.

god. you’re fucking beautiful.

and i mean, she knew that before. she always knew you were extremely pretty but now it felt.. different.

you've been so patient too. you used to get sickly mad every time she got to your apartment later than the hour she had said, and now you just kiss her and say "it's okay, lot of traffic outside?"

or you used to grab her phone all the time, but now you've set the rule: you don’t touch my phone, i don’t touch yours, which is fine by her because she knew you weren’t hiding anything.

like, who could you talk to? you basically had no friends, just her, sae-byeok, and maybe one of your closest friends, and that was all.

i guess since things were changing now, she was allowing herself to be more... domestic.

could it maybe be that she was…

she shook her head at the ridiculous thought. her? falling?

yeah no.

yet she couldn't ignore the way her heart jumped when you moved a little, resting your head on her chest but now staring at her with your big doe eyes as she moved your hair out of your face and gave you a genuine, soft smile. she gave you a quick kiss as you giggled.

oh se-mi, what a bad time to fall in love.

⠄⠂☆ mi-na's birthday was tonight.

and i mean, what a fun time!

being there with your girlfriend, kissing her while her best friend (who, not to miss a big detail, you're currently fucking) is also there watching! fun!

se-mi came to pick you up, when you opened the door she stared at you, and fuck, you were the prettiest girl her eyes ever saw.

you, in that soft pink dress, with a little heart bag and your makeup and hair done.

god, you were a doll.

she got closer to you, her hands going to your waist, slowly tracing circles around with her thumbs and softly giving you a peck on the lips.

"you look beautiful" she whispered. her lips found yours. you quickly followed, your hands bury in her black short hair, her cold lip piercing tingled on your mouth. by each minute, the kiss turned hungrier, hotter. "don't do this or we'll end up in your bed instead of the birthday" se-mi said against your lips, making you giggle.

"yeah, you're right." you gave her the last peck with a smile, closing the door as you stepped out of the apartment complex, getting into the car as she drove.

the car ride was filled with soft touches, giggles and kisses.

and from outside, you two really looked like a couple that was in love.

and it's funny, because before? everyone used to talk about how sad it was when you stared at her like she was your everything, and she just looked at you… empty. with no love.

and now it seemed different. now her eyes had a special twinkle in them.

ah, poor girl, she didn't catch the exact time you two arrived at the party, and your desperate eyes could only search for her eyes. the ones you were anxious to see.

and there she was.

sae-byeok was sitting on the couch, manspreading and rolling a joint as thanos, nam-gyu, and min-su were around her, all laughing, completely drunk and high.

the minute her eyes found yours, she lifted the joint to give it a lick to seal it.

her tongue slid down the paper for a few seconds.

and god, you could almost feel the way her tongue dragged the same way when she ate you, giving soft licks exactly where you needed her most.

your thighs press together at the memory and her eyes don’t miss it; they go down your body and get darker, slowly returning to your pleading eyes.

the moment is interrupted by the way your girlfriend grips your waist. you flinch as you stare at se-mi.

"ready?" she asks, giving you a quick kiss.

as you'll ever be.

⠄⠂☆ and everything was going great actually!

until of course:

“babe?” you asked, knocking on the bathroom door. you could hear a small giggle. “sem, i’m tired, don’t fuck with me—“ you opened the door as your eyes widened.

a blonde that was watching her too much downstairs had her hands on her shoulders, kissing her.

right.

typical se-mi. why would she ever change?

“no— fuck, baby, wait!” se-mi screamed. “it wasn’t me!” she said, and this time, she was right.

but you were already gone.

as you walked, you kept thinking that you didn’t even had the right to be mad at her.

i mean, you were still fucking her best friend.

a bit tipsy, you arrive to mi-na's room to have some quiet.

you close the door behind you, sitting in bed and grabbing your head.

god.

you were in love with se-mi. really, you were.

you... are.

yeah, you are.

the thing is that she ends up fucking up everytime.

but you love her.

you've pictured your entire life with her. the minute she changes, realizes you were the one all along, and she says, "i'm sorry, my love, you were right." you're sure that'll happen.

so it's done. you’ve decided.

you need to finish whatever you had with sae-byeok.

so you open the door to end things with your girlfriend’s best friend;

only to find her staring at you, with a smirk.

"can i—“ she says as you interrupt her.

"no. no. i've thought about it and... and we need to leave this. se-mi's your best friend and i'm her girlfriend. i love her. i'm gonna have her kids, i'm gonna be her wife because i have fought to keep her and you're not ruining that," you quickly rant, your finger poking her chest, trying to threaten her. she stares at you with a lifted brow. "this? we? doesn't exist anymore. we are done."

she just stares at you.

wow, you never made it this far.

you don't know how to take her silence. is that okay? is she mad? does she not care?

she crosses her arms in front of her chest, avoiding your eyes as she sighs. "okay. if that's really what you want, then okay" she says.

and thank god, yeah. thats… what you want.

⠄⠂☆ "baby?" se-mi sighs, leaning her forehead against the closed door. she tries to open it, only to realize it's key-locked. "i'm sorry. i—god. this is not the right time to talk about this," she says, closing her eyes. "i think i... i love you. and this time it's for real. i've been thinking about it and i realized i've taken you for granted. i know i've been a bitch, and you were always there for me, and i just wanted to say... that i really am sorry. i love you. “ there’s a big silence. “i am... in love with you” she says.

and your breath hitches from the other side of the door.

but you don't know if it’s because of her words, or the way sae-byeok is behind you, with three fingers in as other hand is circling your clit while leaving kisses down your neck, bitting.

her chest pressed against your back. her lips go up your neck until they reach your ear.

"c'mon. say something to her" she whispers. her fingers curl, making your eyes roll back. your hand goes to grab a fistful of her hair, biting your lip to keep quiet. "answer princess" she teases, circling your clit faster.

and you would, you were about to actually.

but it just that she was fucking you so good, that the tight knot in your stomach snapped, making you tremble as you released. your mouth opened to moan loudly. sae-byeok quickly covered it with her hand while she kept her fingers around your clit, making you ride your orgasm.

you were coming undone on her fingers while she kept mumbling sweet things in your ear, and at the same time, your girlfriend awaited for an answer on the other side of the door after confessing.

karma's really a bitch, huh?

[goofygecko]

Through The Window

(2)

Part 1

Masterlist

Summary—

Maybe you should've thought about wearing that skirt before you left for work.

Warnings

PinV, desk sex, slut-shamimg, breeding kink, daycryphilia, possibly small suit kink, spanking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, boss/employee, older man/younger woman, hair-pulling, face pulling (not a ton though), commando, no prep

William couldn't get that image of you out of his mind, or the sound of his name on your tongue. He would have you today, and he'd make sure of it.

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You joyfully walk into the pizzeria, inhaling the smell of cheap pizza and dust. (Which your senses have tricked you into thinking the smell was pleasant due to having to smell it everyday.) The family friendly restaurant had been your closest thing to an escape from reality for a long while.

"Someone seems excited today." William teases as you walk by him, his voice making you spin around completely.

"Oh, yeah, just have a feeling it's gonna be a good day!" You smile at him before looking at him again, "Y'know?" You add awkwardly.

"Mmmhm.." The man hums before looking you up and down, observing your short skirt.

"That skirt isn't very appropriate for a children's establishment, y'know." He mocks your poor vocabulary.

"Oh! Sorry, I can go back and change into something else, if that's fine with you." You chuckle nervously as you point to the door, speaking with your hands.

"That won't be necessary." William grunts, shifting his position to hide the growing tent in his pants, "Come to my office in 10." He commands before walking away from you.

As soon as William walks away you feel like you've been shattered into a million pieces. Usually, being called to his office meant being demoted or even fired. You must have fucked up somehow.

Solemnly, you make your way to Afton's office. Only stopping to look up occasionally until you got to his door, not even needing to knock as the door swung open infront of you.

"Oh. Hello, dear, I was just about to start looking for you, come in."

"Hi, Mr.Afton.."

"Awh, dear, what happened to your cheerful mood?" William asks with fake sympathy.

You shrug.

"Well, darling, that isn't much of an answer. Now is it?" William teases.

"No..." Replying quietly, you look up at him. Fuck, is he hot.

He chuckles at your scared expression. Honestly, you probably would do anything he tells you to do.

You hear a click.

"Now, dear, I want you to take off that slutty little skirt for me."

"Excuse me...?"

"You heard me, dear. Take. It. Off." He demands.

Fuck, this is embarrassing.

"Yessir.." You reply sheepishly, slipping the skirt off before realizing you'd forgotten a key piece of fabric.

"No panties? How dirty of you, dear." Afton chuckles at your bare hips before biting his lip, feeling the tent in his pants practically suffocating his dick.

You gulp, "I-I'm sorry, Mr.Afton.. I forgot I—"

"Lies won't get you anywhere, slut."

You laugh awkwardly.

"It's not a lie, Mr.Af-"

"Oh, please. I'm no fool, dear. If anything, I'd say you were planning on this happening, that's why you wore such a small skirt."

You gulp as you stand fully, skirt around your ankles as cold air bites at your ass. William walks behind you, groping and palming at you exposed skin.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this? You little cock-tease.." He groans as he nudges you forward until you are within contact of the cold, hard, wooden desk in the middle of the room.

You can feel his cock poking at you through his slacks as you lean forward slightly.

"Mmh, what a pathetic girl.." He mumbles as he places a hand on your back, bending you over the desk fully.

"'m not patheti—"

Slap.

"Don't argue with me, slut." He talks down to you as he lands another slap on your ass causing you to gasp and grip onto the desk.

"Ok! O-Ok! 'm sorry, Mr.Afton! 'm sorry!" You sobbed, the sting left from his hand vibrating through your entire body in waves of pain. Surely, you'd be struggling to sit down by tomorrow with how hard he was striking your bottom.

After a few more slaps, his spanking finally ceased. Leaving your ass a bright red and your cheeks soaked with clear lines of tears.

A faint zipper sound came from behind you along with cloth rustling.

"Now, do you think that you'll need my fingers to help you take me?" He teased. You shook your head hesitantly, not wanting to anger the man who currently had his cock on your sopping cunt.

"Mmh.. good." He mumbled as he slowly slid into you, grunting at how tight you were.

You yelped in pain, not expecting the stretch of his entrance to hurt as much as it had. Tears pricked at your eyes as you struggled to stay still.

"M-Mr.Afton..! It hurts! Please one secon—"

"No. You are going to fucking take it, you cock-tease. Do you know what you do to me? I can't keep my fucking eyes off you." He growled in your ear as he bottomed out causing you to let out a loud moan as his tip kissed your cervix. He stayed still for a moment to compose himself before roughly fucking into you from behind, the loud slapping emitted from between the two of you filled the room with the slick sounds of your cunt.

"Your moans sound so pathetic, dear. Ah- Mr.Afton-!" He mocked you before sticking two of his fingers into your mouth, pulling the corner of you mouth to stop you from stifling any of your pathetic moans.

"Mphftr Aphton!" You moaned incoherently, unable to properly form words with him holding your mouth open.

"Awh, what's wrong? Poor baby can't talk?" He teased before speeding up his pace, constantly assaulting your tight hole.

You nod before her pulls his fingers out of your mouth to tangle them in your hair, pulling your head back.

"Mr.Afton! 'm gonna cum-!" He stopped his pace suddenly.

"You're funny, dear. No, you aren't going to cum until I fucking say you can." William chuckles maniacally above you before resuming his violent pace.

He yanked your hair back as he pulled out a polaroid camera, taking a photo of your defenseless, pathetic form before chuckling loudly and fucking into you harder.

"Fuck, this is going on my wall, doll. You like the sound of that? Hm? You're clenching around me." You whined loudly as your eyes rolled back into your skull in pleasure.

"Please, Mr.Afton! P-Please let me cum, I've been a g-good girl! Please, please, please!" You beg desperately as you moved your hips in time with his.

"Fuck, fine" He groaned, "Cum for me, slut."

You're body convulsed as your liquids oozed around him, coating his cock in your slick liquid.

Noticing that he didn't stop his pace after you came you quickly went into overstimulation, "M-Mr.Afton-! Wait 's too much! It hurts!"

"Aw, does it? Well that's too fucking bad. I'm going to keep fucking you until you are properly bred and bulging with my seed."

Tears fell from your eyes as his pace grew sloppy and and began to falter.

"Shit, I'm going to cu—" Afton interrupts himself with a loud groan as you feel his cum filling your pussy, painting your walls white.

He slowly pulls out before lightly slapping your ass.

"Get your skirt on and go back to work, dear."

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A/N: I got really lazy at the end so the ending isn't too good. 😭

[obsessedwithtoomanythings]

Anchor Up to Me, Love

Pairing: Alpha!Leon Kennedy x Omega!Reader

Warning: College AU, Knotting, Claiming Bites, Breeding Kink, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, But Leon saves the day, cause we love him, Possessive Leon S. Kennedy, Protective Leon S. Kennedy, Violence, just a lil, Leon S. Kennedy Being a Little Shit, Leon S. Kennedy is a tease. Leon S. Kennedy is a Sweetheart, I slept for 2 hours last night cause of this, bon appétit, bone apple teeth, Leon Kennedy loves eating pussy change my mind, Loss of Virginity, Unprotected Sex, POV First Person

Words: 3.3K

A/N: I wrote this in one afternoon, it was not beta'd at all. I pulled this STRAIGHT out of my ass. THIS IS NSFW. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, PLEASE GO AWAY. Title from Anchor by Novo Amor.

The campus was buzzing with hyper energy, the students littering the quad as the weather finally warmed up enough for them to comfortably rest on the green grass. My sneakers slap against the concrete as I take a deep breath in, the fresh air mingling with the student’s scents and I can’t help but feel a twinge of loneliness at the sight of the couples sprawled across the area.

I have spent half my life terrified of everyone - especially alphas - since my father’s warning when I presented. “You need to be careful, pup. Alpha’s only want one thing. You don’t want to end up like your mother - God rest her soul.” The fear it caused has definitely contributed to my self induced isolation. The scent blockers stir in my stomach, and I place a hand over my gut softly as I continue to head toward the library. I couldn’t afford the textbook, and thankfully the library had a cheap copy, but it can only be used in the library. I huff in annoyance as I mount the stairs. I step into the air conditioned building, skin prickling beneath my tee shirt. Should have worn a sweater.

The library is huge, 3 floors of walls lined with books, and the loner in me cries out in joy at seeing how deserted the stacks are. Having memorized the way already, I walk toward where they keep the textbooks and I run my fingers across the bindings until I come across where my textbook should be. I glance around to see if it was maybe misplaced before I head to the front desk.

“Hi, I’m looking for the Understanding Earth textbook for Professor Fieldman’s class?” I ask, and the woman behind the counter looks up with a small smile.

“Oh, that’s a popular one today. There’s a young man in blue who asked for it maybe 10 minutes ago. He should be in one of the study rooms, I think Room C.” The one with the windows. I nod, glancing down at my phone for the time. That paper is due in 12 hours. I’ll have to suck it up and ask if he’s willing to share. I head up the stairs, the hushed whispers of students giggling on the second floor catches my attention as I rub my fingers over my arms to warm them. The straps of my backpack are becoming more and more noticeable the longer the bag rests on my shoulders, and the girls’ voices become audible. “Wasn’t he adorable? He’s in my criminology class. His scent is intoxicating.” I scoff at their words. I walk toward the closed oak door before lightly rapping my knuckles on the varnished surface, and I crack it open as I hear a voice speak. Please be a beta. Please be a beta. Please be a beta.

“Yeah?” The door opens a bit more and that’s when I see him, strong hands hovering over the keys of his laptop, bright blue eyes trained on me as I stand in the doorway, my cheeks probably red from embarrassment.

“Hi,” I say before introducing myself with my name. “I know this is probably weird, but Professor Fieldman assigned a paper due tonight and I need some sources. Would you mind if I shared the textbook with you?” I ask, definitely speaking too fast as the anxiety crawls up my throat, tasting an awful lot like bile. He chuckles and that’s when his scent hits my nose. Those girls weren’t lying. He smells like pine and citrus, which you wouldn’t normally assume would mix, but something about the way it mingles as it enters my nose, my whole body flushes,, and I wonder if it’s because of him being an alpha or just him in general.

“I’m Leon. Leon Kennedy. And no, I don’t mind at all,” he says kindly, scooting his chair over a bit and pushing the textbook closer to the chair next to him. I should not sit next to him. His scent is already almost overwhelming and I’ve been in here for all of 1 minute. I find myself walking forward as I hear the door close behind me and I sit down in the black mesh swivel chair next to Leon. He gives me a small smile before I realize he probably thinks I’m a beta. My scent blockers should be enough. When is my heat due again? I vaguely wonder as I slip my backpack onto the floor next to me and pull out my laptop, opening the document to this stupid paper. “The paper on your favorite mineral and its multitude of uses?” He asks, glancing at my screen and I nervously huff out a laugh.

“Yup. I went with obsidian.” I say as I look back at him. His eyes are like two pools of blue, oceans in their entirety and threatening to drag me under and drown me.

“Good choice. Quartz,” he points his thumb at himself with a small smile as he runs his fingers through his hair before training his eyes on his paper. We sit in comfortable silence for about 10 minutes before the first cramp shoots through my gut. I press a hand to the muscle, hoping pressure will relieve the ache before it increases. I tense up as I groan, dropping my head to the cool desk as my skin feels like it’s on fire. “Are you okay?” He asks, placing a hand on my back, and the warmth of his hand makes me release a very different kind of groan, which I try to muffle by clamping my teeth down on my bottom lip, so hard I may be drawing blood. Heat washes over me and I vaguely register that I am absolutely going into heat right here, next to this alpha I just met. I reach down for my phone to check, and that’s when I realize that I am a week early for my heat.

“I’m fine, I just need to go, I’m sorry,” I whisper, and I stand quickly, slamming my laptop closed much harder than I should before practically throwing it into my backpack, slinging the fabric over my shoulders before I feel a hand lightly wrap around my wrist, not restraining me, just… catching my attention.

“I’m sorry, I can go if you need the-” Leon trails off, his voice fading into silence as his eyes widen. “You’re an omega?” He asks, and I know my scent blockers aren’t very effective anymore. Not against a sudden onset of heat in the middle of the day. I nod smally, feeling tiny compared to this alpha, despite him still sitting down in his own chair. The place where his skin meets mine on my wrist tingles, sending sparks up and down my arm as I am suddenly extremely grateful that I didn’t wrap myself in a sweatshirt. I’d be sweating through it by now.

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, taking a deep breath while facing away from me, as if he’s trying to compose himself before he speaks again. “Sorry, you’re just… You smell amazing…” He practically rasps, voice dropping to a painfully attractive octave. “I thought you were a beta when you walked in. You shouldn’t be out this close to your heat,” he mumbles, still unable to meet my eyes.

“I’m not due for a week. Trust me, I intend to go home,” I explain, and he nods as he lets go of my wrist. Without another word, I walk briskly to the door. I don’t breathe until I’m out in the fresh air, trying to wash Leon’s scent from my nose before I begin to practically sprint toward the parking lot where my car is. I’m almost there when I hear whistles behind me. Oh no.

“Where you going, pretty ‘mega?” My hands shake violently, slick pouring into the center of my panties due to the incoming heat, and I hear several sets of footsteps behind me. There are at least 3 of them. A cold hand lands on my shoulder and I yelp, dropping my keys to the tarmac as tears brim in my eyes. The alpha spins me around as his friends snigger behind him and his hard body presses me against the nearest vehicle, hands roaming over my jean covered thighs as the hot tears pour down my cheeks. His scent is vile, aggression and sweat wafting off of him in waves, and his nose runs along the column of my throat. “You smell so good, baby. How about you let me take care of your little problem?” His voice is gravely and harsh, tongue licking up my neck to taste my sweat. “God, I’m gonna knot you so-”

“Get the fuck off of her.” A voice says, and it takes my mind only moments to realize it’s Leon.

“Fuck off, finder’s keepers.” I squeeze my eyes closed so tightly that harsh colors flash across my darkened vision, and my hands push against his cotton tee shirt pointlessly.

“Then how about this?” The weight is gone, ripped from my body and I open my eyes to see that Leon has physically ripped the guy off of me and I watch as his body collides with the vehicle next to us, the white metal slightly dented from where his head hit before Leon’s fists tighten in his shirt, pressing him into the truck. “Touch my omega again, and you won’t be leaving unless it’s in a body bag.” Leon lets him go and we both watch as the alpha runs away, followed by his lackeys. If he had a tail, it’d be between his legs.

I sink to the ground, knees pressed to my chest and my hands press into the dark concrete. “Holy…”

“Are you okay?” Leon is there, crouching at my level. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?” I shake my head, hands twitching, begging me to reach out and touch him and I can’t stop them as one lands on his shoulder.

“I just want to feel safe... Can you hold me?” I whisper, and it’s only seconds before his palms skim along my bare arms. Feeling like I’ve been shocked with straight electricity, my gasp escapes as I shift to press my nose into his shirt, the blue cotton/spandex mix beneath my lips driving me up a wall and rushing more slick into the gusset of my panties.

“Of course.” His words are soft, fingers carding through my hair in soothing motions. His lips are soft as they press to my temple and I clutch his shirt tightly in my fists. “What do you need?” He asks, making sure to address me by my name.

“You, alpha…” I whisper, desperation in my tone. “Please…”

“Fuck…” Leon mumbles, nodding and accidentally brushing his nose through my hair, and he groans. “Okay, come on.”

The kisses are all tongues and teeth, lips connected as teeth nibble at the already plump flesh as the door opens. Thank god he has an apartment, cause Dad would never let me bring home an alpha for him to fuck me through my heat. The room smells overwhelmingly like him, air fresheners be damned. Palms on hips, slipping into the waistband of denim, untucking shirts, fingers dancing across skin and I tug on the hem of his light blue shirt, silently pleading for it to come off.

“Need something, sweet girl?” He chuckles, a teasing edge to his voice. A whine slips from my lips into his mouth and he pulls back to press our noses together, foreheads in contact as he looks into my eyes. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Off, please, Leon.” Well, he said words. I managed that. He peels the fabric from his chest, my eyes raking over the exposed muscles and soft flesh.

“Eyes up here, ‘mega.” His finger slides under my chin, bringing my eyes to his as our lips collide again before parting to remove my own tee shirt, dropping the cotton onto a pile on top of his. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers under his breath. Before I can process the movements, my feet are off the ground before I feel the weight of the couch beneath me as he tugs on my waistband. “Can I taste you, ‘mega? Please?”

“Mhm,” I hum through my bitten lip, teeth pressing into the tender flesh as I help him remove my tight jeans, my panties flying somewhere in his apartment as he buries his mouth against my cunt without further question.

His name leaves my lips in a squeak as my fingers thread through his dark blonde locks, tugging the strands lightly as his tongue laps at my sex. Growls rumble from his chest as he sucks gently on my clit, the suction forcing gasps and moans from my mouth; I look down and find those intoxicating blue eyes locked on me, the wet sounds coming from my center absolutely lewd. How do people live without this?

“Do you want my knot?” The question should require more thought. More attention.

“Yes. Please alpha, need it.” Leon stands, lips and chin coated with my shiny slick, and I watch as he licks the fluid off his lips before using his fingers to wipe off the remainder before sucking them into his mouth. Oh fuck, that’s hot. Nimble fingers undo the buttons of his jeans, tugging the zipper down tauntingly. “Leon.” His name comes out as a frustrated groan, and I’m gifted by the sweet sound of his light chuckle.

“Patience is a virtue, sweet girl.” I groan, a small laugh of my own filling the air as he comes up to kneel between my thighs, the skin of my ass pressing against his thighs as he leans forward to rub his cock along the length of my core. “Fucking shit, got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, ‘mega. Have you ever had a knot before?” He asks, rolling his hips so his tip bumps against my clit and I shake my head no. “Have you ever had sex with anyone?”

“No…” I admit, hands coming up to press against my hot cheeks.

“That’s okay, ‘mega. Do you want to keep going?” I peek between my fingers to see his soft smile. He is willing to stop for my comfort. “I can make you come in other ways if you don’t want-”

“I want your knot, please Leon.” My hips cant on their own accord, rubbing against him and his groan quickly dissolves into a huff of laughter, the sound filled with affection and gentleness.

“Okay, baby. We’ll take this slow, okay?” His head nudges at my opening, pressing the head in. The slight burn doesn’t last as my body adjusts to him, his arms caging me in on both sides of my head filling each of my senses with nothing but Leon, Leon, Leon. It continues like this, him pressing his length pressing in an inch or two before he pauses, huffy breaths puffing against my face as his peppers my face in soft kisses, my hands cupping his jaw and nape of his neck to feel some semblance of balance as he splits me open. I have nothing to compare it to, but he feels pretty big to me. Finally after a painstakingly long time, his hips press forward, flush with mine, and we both release shaky pants at the sensations.

“Please move,” I whimper as my hands shift to dig into the firm muscle of his shoulders, dull nails leaving crescents in his flesh.

“Anything for you, my sweet little omega.” The sweet words are quickly drowned out as he begins a leisurely pace, and I can feel the drag of his cock against my walls at every movement he makes. Kissing is futile by this point; We’re practically just breathing into each other’s mouths. His pace begins to steadily climb, faster and harder as his deft fingers rub soft circles over my bud, my head thrown back in response to the new sensation. “Does that feel good, sweet girl?” I nod before his earlier command rings through my ears.

“Yeah, Leon… Feels so good.”

“Such a perfect little omega, my omega.” The possessive tone sends a wave of heat straight down my spine as he continues. “That alpha touching you earlier… God I wanted to rip his throat out…” Hips slapping harder against mine as my moans grow in pitch, his name practically the only coherent sound that can be heard from my lips.

“Yours, alpha. All yours.” The blonde nuzzles into my neck, teeth grazing across my sweat slicked skin. He speaks, and it takes a nip to my ear to realize he’s speaking, my focus being tugged between the wet sounds of us meeting, his teeth on my neck, his scent in my nose, and his dirty words in my ears.

I want to claim you.

Fill you til it spills from that tight little pussy.

Want my babies, sweetheart?

Knock you up, god you’d look so pretty carrying my babies, ‘mega.

I nod blindly, barely unable to form words anymore as I’m so fucked out, so cockdrunk.

“Yes, please, fill me. Want it. Want you.” I groan in protest as he pulls out, emptiness bringing tears to my eyes before his gentle caress causes me to peel my eyes open to meet his. I’m greeted with a new sight. This isn’t just Leon.

This is my alpha.

“Present for me, ‘mega.” I nod, flipping over so my knees press into the scratchy fabric of the couch, arms resting on the arm rest as my body arches for him practically unconsciously. This is how it feels to find your mate. Callused hands trace the skin of my back, rubbing softly over the skin of my ass before his tip presses against my opening again, sliding in much easier than before, the wet slick aiding in creating a smooth glide and I practically feel him in my throat as he resumes a fast pace. Mumbles of curses fall into the air, sweaty skin pressing to my back, giving him access to whisper in my ear.

“I want you to come for me. I’ll give you my knot if you do.” The rough tips of his fingers return to my clit, rubbing much faster circles as the band in my gut pulls tight. “Come for me, omega.” That’s all it takes. I come with a yelp of his name, followed by a chorus of ‘alpha’s mixing with ‘Leon’. He growls, leaning forward to press the expanding ring of muscle into my pussy as his teeth sink into the flesh of my neck, locking us together in every sense of the words.

Gentle hands maneuver us to our sides, his warm body spooning as he grabs the blanket from the back of his couch to drape it over us as the sweat on our skin rapidly cools in the now chilly air of his living room.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, lips pressing soft kisses across my exposed flesh, and he sounds almost guilty. I nod sleepily, reaching back to run fingers through his hair with a chuckle. “Something funny, cutie?”

“I don’t think sharing the textbook is gonna be an issue anymore.” At my words, we both burst into a fit of giggles, panting breaths as I turn my head to press our lips together before I gasp, hands coming up to my mouth.

“What?”

“My dad is gonna kill us.” I admit with a nervous laugh.

“Nah. I meet parents like a champ.” His face practically drips with confidence and I chuckle.

“Oh really?”

“Oh yeah. Look at my face. This is the face of ‘I’m absolutely not sleeping with your daughter’.” The laughter is uncontainable now.

Oh yeah. Definitely.

Tags:

Leon: @house-of-kolchek @bonnibuckets @athanasia-day @muffimtv Everything: @chaosandbubbles @kassiekolchek22 @akiramoon8088

[i-did]

mechanic!Neil is so interesting, did u have any thoughts on him to share? it seems like u were a bug part in coming up with the idea?

It was fully a joke at first after seeing this post and seeing an absolutely jerry-rigged car working, insisting its 'fine'.

I don't remember everything we said since it was a mix over snapchat and tumblr, and I wont remember whose idea was whos since me and @oyabun-draws have the same brain sometimes.

Check out the art this ask is referencing

it started with hot-wiring, how to steal a car, how to choose ones that the alarms didn't trip when he needed to force the manual window down just enough to unlock it from the inside. choosing a car that will be low profile and absence wont be noticed.

everything he knew was just what he needed to know to survive, his mom not one for mechanics herself and not caring if she bought a lemon for a few hundred under the table or not, just riding it until it died and were onto the next one.

then once his mom dies and it gets down to the low thousands, each car he stretches longer and longer. its a lot of trial and error, and there can be a hundred fail-points in a car -- specially one that's not going to be missed -- but some are quick temporary fixes and others aren't worth the risk. many things easily spotted just by knowing what to look for while doing a slow walk around the car, watching and waiting. as someone who got into cars for a hot minute, it really is almost all five senses. smelling for oil, or stale water, listening for rattles, the feel of the acceleration, looking at the seams between the panels or uneven wear on the tires. the full bodied experience of it draws him in, and the way its as physically challenging as it is mentally, a puzzle to solve, with an answer keeps him hooked. he can lie to himself and say its practical, while he applies his math-brain to a 3D puzzle with no formal training but trial and error and shocking himself on accident.

he ends up settled somewhere low-key, a chop-shop run by Wymack who isn't involved in anything too intense, mostly just under the table fixes for people not wanting to fuck over their insurance rate, and occasionally sawed off serial numbers and stolen parts he turns a blind eye too. He's someone who's willing to bend the rules for people stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Cars are serious, they are deadly machines and Wymack takes the safety of his customers seriously, and he really goes out on a limb trusting Neil and his work. Neil is oblivious to the fact that he's accidentally made somewhat of a name for himself as someone people could go to who could solve one problem 10 different ways with different super cheap price points and leave it up to the customer what they want. No formal training and suddenly in a little under the year people know of him, trust his results despite any formal training.

[meli-writes]

Cupcakes - Ch. 02

(Read on AO3) /// (Previous)

Tank refill. Meet up for lunch. Hit on hot waitress. Impress bros about it. Pick up Mom’s prescription. Realise what a fucking asshole you were. Ride home. Jerk off to hot waitress till it’s dark-ish. Ride back. Say sorry to hot waitress. Fuck hot waitress—?

“Fuck,” Chip says. “Are you wearing anything under that?”

The words have to struggle past the breath hot in her mouth, to pour like spilled coffee over the tits bouncing in her cupped palms. Then Chip realises she’s said that out-loud.

It’s an extra second for Brooke to realise the same.

Chip can see her lost in the self-pleasuring motions of slipping up and down Chip’s thick leather chaps; Brooke’s own fish-netted thigh pressing into Chip’s half-masted cock with each and every thrust, never letting her soften and never more than teasing her either. If Chip wasn’t dead-set on kneading the tits snuggled in her own, persuasively-borrowed jacket she’d have sunk her hands down to Brooke’s dipped hips and forced Brooke to grind up into her till the bike they’re both leaning on tipped over. But, right now, Chip just wants to squeeze till sun-up. Any jealousy at not having anything the size of what Brooke does gone the second her fingers were pressing them together with an imaginary dick pushed inbetween.

Brooke slides off.

She runs a trail of slick down Chip’s leg doing so — and stands in front of her. She pushes under the plaid skirt that’s too slutty even compared to her uniform, and four pops follow as Brooke unclips the garters she wears to a 10-hour swing shift. Chip almost doesn’t make out what drops between her legs after — black and see-through and tiny.

It feels basically irrelevant as to whether Brooke’s wearing them or not, because if Chip’s hands had gone where they almost did at lunch she would’ve seen it all.

“Not anymore,” Brooke corroborates, and doesn’t remount her. Instead, she pulls Chip off the bike and towards her with a finger that thrusts and curls like her pussy-driven hips did, and Chip follows obediently in her sneakered steps up to the diner’s staircase-front as Brooke searches through her spiky, reclaimed bag for her keys.

“Is it really okay to, like—?” Chip starts.

Brooke swivels and stares her down. ”You said it was cold,” she snips, her nose kinked like a dented tire, telling Chip to stop fumbling this so hard before I’m putting out so far I fall to pieces and seconds before it ticks over midnight Chip sneaks in the first smart thing she’s done all day, under the dusty minute-hand, and shuts the hell up.

She idles a couple steps down on the weed-tangled concrete, waiting for Brooke to find the lock hidden in her own shadow. It’s not hard to notice even at an angle this shallow that she can see up Brooke’s skirt; at the soft line that divides her ass cheeks, and the ones where those tuck into the tops of her thighs; growing the length of the list of places-where-Chip-wants-to-stick-her-dick along with said dick. The plastic-windowed door opens at last with a cheap wobble and Brooke files them both post table after table, counting something in her head, when she suddenly asks, “What should I call you, by the way?”

Chip twists a wear-knotted boot and it glides over the fake lines of the tile-patterned vinyl, a leather sole of disappointment squeezing on her gullet that in 5 minutes Brooke already doesn’t remember her name. But, it softens, and she swallows it down when she realises that the reason her boot slid so effortlessly just now is because of the spot of arousal that Brooke has been dripping behind her.

“Uhh, just like— Chip?” she offers, crudely tugging her wettened boots on one of the paired, rubbery seats belonging to the booth Brooke stops in front of, which — even with the flat, unpalatable view out of the flat, cattle-overran outside obscured by nighttime — is obviously, exactly where Chip had been sat with her brothers hours earlier.

“No, I—” she sighs.

Oh.

“Like— Mommy or Daddy?”

Oh.

It hurts at Chip’s zipper. No one’s ever asked her that before.

Her lips fumble and her brain slops out of her skull as Brooke lowers herself down — knocking a napkin dispenser across the sprayed-down table as she grips its edge for balance — not to her knees but to squat with her knees splayed out into a fuck-me vector for Chip to press into. Her skirt blooms into a thin pane of plaid and despite only covering maybe a third of Brooke’s thighs she still doesn’t let Chip see anything underneath. Not that it even matters, as Chip can’t help but shut her eyes when Brooke looks up at her. Eyes gray as riverbank clay, dashed with crushed quartz and bound up in two, intertwined sets of sculptors’ hands.

(”Fuck,” is all Chip manages, just from imagining it.)

She’s only had guilt-and-cum-soaked porn to get-off-to and go-off-of, because there’s nothing tasteful that fits on trailer-park wifi; just low-res, hetero slop where she’s stuck painting herself over the dude because she needs to see dick to feel herself inside someone, and it’s not like the lesbo stuff was made for women either — right?

“Just—” Chip can tell she’s repeating herself. "Like— Daddy, I guess?”

She isn’t sure if she offers it for dude or dyke reasons, her dysphoric anxiousness counterbalanced a clutch’s squeeze by remembering the aspirational scrolls through the butch Tumblrs where she’s gleans an also-guilty validation in striving to emulate them.

“I think that, like, fits more, but—”

Two taps on her chaps, and Chip opens her eyes, tries to shy less. “You wish you had me like this earlier, didn’t you?” Brooke smiles — runs her fingers over Chip’s bulge that’s begging for relief — and undoes Chip’s belt. “Waiting till I’ve served your food so you can think about yanking me under the table to serve your cock.”

Chip should deny that. It’s not true. But she remembers Brooke sucking on the end of her pen, staring at her through the serving window. Remembered it when she got home and jacked off too. And doesn’t want to; doesn’t think Brooke wants her to either, her hand on the skin of Chip’s abs and asking, “So. Does it feel comfy to you,

Daddy?”

“Fuck,” Chip stutters as imperfect, checkerboard-painted nails needle under the hem of her boxers and start to pull down. “Yeah that— Yeah that does.”

Brooke peers the tip of her tongue out from between her ink-stained lips, blackened as much from lipstick as the nib-sucking, “I’d say it’s time to get you hard but—”

If Brooke had switched the lights on — exposed them both to the milky, uncomfortable sting of the diner’s fluorescents — Chip’s cheeks would’ve been freshly-baked cookies for all the richly-dark freckles encircled in her helpless blushing. She traces her lips slowly up Chip’s desperately-erect cock, letting her tongue pull behind and wet its length, and begins to bob back-and-forth.

Her sneakers shuffle towards Chip, one-two, one-two, even as it forces her to lean back to keep it shallow and, “Fuck,” is still all Chip can say again with maybe a tentative, “Fuck, baby,” as Brooke flicks under the folds of her glans and drops it out of her mouth with a sickly-deliberate and sweet pop!

She sticks her tongue out to let the drool run off between her flushed, pert tits before sucking in the remainder, “How many times you done this?”

“Done what?”

“God,” Brooke moans. She peers up with pinpricks of moonlight in her eyes before flicking down to Chip, rubbing her thumb in circles just to make her shiver and mutter loose swears into the stale air.

“That’s none then, yeah?” Brooke says. ”God. I’m such a slut.”

“Sorry,” Chip says immediately.

She tries to slide back without tripping up the girl balancing on her, hand-on-cock. But Brooke just snorts, then shakes her head and corrects herself, “No-no. It’s hot. Do not feel bad about it, I’ve needed dick so fucking bad, you don’t even know.”

She wraps her lips around Chip and drives her tongue onto her without teasing this time, and Chip can’t stop herself from bucking up to chase the hot, burning pressure building at her head, suddenly finding herself halfway down Brooke’s throat. Brooke coughs as she rocks her head back, wiping the spit and precum across her lips, smeared to match the eyeshadow that glistens down her open tear-ducts.

Chip can feel her mouth spool the same word from her melting mind. A ’Fuck’ drawn out by Brooke’s exploitative suckles as she laps down to her balls and breaths in the sweat and leather.

“Hmm. Sensitive,” Brooke teases. “Feels so… I don’t know. Different.”

“Like… compared to a guy’s dick?” Chip asks.

“Oh. Yeah,” Brooke affirms.

She grabs the bottom of Chip’s cropped tee and hoists herself up, stumbling like a foal on her shift-knackered knees. Whether or not she means to have the tip of Chip’s dick brush up against the whole of her — dragged between her tits, burning softly on the rough plaid of her skirt — Chip isn’t sure, except that it makes her shudder out what feels like an orgasm somehow not in her dick.

“You know. I only work here because I dumped some asshole in Chicago and he kicked me out. Rent paid. Had to move back to this shithole,” she continues. “Offense intended.”

“I mean… yeah,” Chip shrugs. “But aren’t I like an asshole too?”

Brooke barks out a sardonic confirmation, “Ha! Yeah, but you’re sweet. Your cock is too; and not stupid-hard and stupid-fucking-big.”

Chip flutters at the idea that she might be sweet and barely hears another word as Brooke grabs her shirt collar and stretches it leading her up to the table like a lost puppy; table in front of Chip with Brooke caught in the middle.

“But this,” she says, grasping Chip’s cock till Chip’s been goaded forward to pin her and can feel the heat bleeding from Brooke’s pussy through the skirt, the dense plaid just starting to soak, “I can do so much more with this. You can be—”

Chip’s utterly past hearing now, chasing Brooke’s heat for the part of her brain that remembers the uttered promise of more and rutting into her till she’s tipped Brooke, feet off the floor, onto the table; hands falling from Chip’s jacket to flail for something to hold onto. Chip realises just in time to catch her, before Brooke’s whole back slams into the cold surface.

“—rougher, right?” Brooke finishes. ”Fuck.”

Chip shakes her head, “Sorry.”

And Brooke replies with a swat to her shoulder.

“Hey!” Chip yelps, ignoring the fact she barely feels it.

“Stop. Apologising,” Brooke instructs. She puts her knees together and lifts her ass up to slide the skirt off onto the floor between them; rests her palms on the table — one, two — and blows her fraying hair out of her face. “I want to fuck you. And I want to do it ‘cos you’re way hotter than a dude. Got it?”

Chip breathes in; smells the burnt grease and scrubbed rubber and left-over coffee beans. The cheap perfume and the warm skin and the spit on the lips of: a girl, a real fucking girl, because this is somehow real and she’s waiting naked in Chip’s hand-me-down jacket just waiting to be fucked and claimed in it. “Fuck,” she says, and cocks her head, “Yeah.”

“Good,” Brooke says, and spreads. Chip really can see it all. “Then come fuck me, Daddy.”

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(Masterpost) / (Next)

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

These library computers are not conducive to proper typing posture, and my finger tendonitis is bad today, so I have to make to make this quick.

The computer problems escalated VERY quickly, to the point where I mostly can't get it to boot past the brand logo splash screen now, and if it does, it acts like the "/" key is being held down, thus preventing me from entering my user password to log in and, you know, actually USE the computer.

The held-down key might be as easy as getting a new onboard keyboard. (Probably something I should've done three years ago instead of installing KeyTweak, but tl;dr I don't know how to do that on a laptop.)

The not-booting-at-all thing, though... Well, let's just say I'm emotionally prepared to make this a data recovery situation. I can afford a new laptop if I make it cheap... It would just have to come out of savings. /:P

Either way, I'm definitely getting an external hard drive this time. I managed to back up the most vital files before it stopped booting entirely (stories, mostly), but if it can't be recovered for any reason, I'll have lost a LOT of data.

I do have an appointment at a repair place Saturday morning, so I'm going to bring it in. We'll see what happens, and I'll keep everyone updated.

Pray for my 9-year-old Windows 10 Lenovo G50. I'm not sure if those things are built to last, but I'd prefer to not have to replace it yet!

[blazehedgehog]

Sorry you’ve been asked this repeatedly�� but how is Concord, and many high-budget game cancellations, going to smoke up to investors/execs and change things? Will investors en masse just start pulling out of games industry altogether? I see you repost Today on Steam sometimes and market over-saturation seems like an actual crisis at this point.

I mean, you're exactly right. I don't understand how investors are sticking around anymore. You talk about market over-saturation and something that has spooked me for years is just how many publishers give away games or at least put them on deep discount.

Like, EGS, right. In three years they have given away almost 450 games. They give away so many games for free that I've actually stopped paying attention because it's clear I'm rarely using the client. But I've never given them a penny, and my 4-year-old EGS library is already one third the size of my 20 year old Steam library.

Now, you could say that's because Epic is burning the candle at both ends trying to shake Valve's market lead, but we could also talk about something like, say, Twitch Prime. I get a low income discount on Amazon Prime, so I get free shipping, Prime Video, and Twitch Prime for like $5 a month.

And Twitch Prime includes free games every month, right? Normally that's through some kind of terrible Amazon App for Windows, something both Twitch and Amazon seem to bury given I've never seen a download link anywhere in my entire life. Even if I knew where to download, I wouldn't do it, given I'm sure it's loaded full of tracking and telemetry. But on top of the usual Amazon App games, they've also started including keys for games on EGS and GOG.

So for $5 a month I've been getting 5-10 games on three different storefronts, including ones I'm actually going to install and play games through. And games I actually want to play, too, like Industria (GOG), Arcade Paradise (GOG), Loop Hero (EGS), Ghost Song (GOG), Shredder's Revenge (EGS), etc.

On top of the 2-3 games EGS normally gives away per month, on top of whatever else may be happening elsewhere. GOG may be giving away its own free game as part of a sale promo, for instance. So if we're talking annually, I pay $60 a year for Twitch Prime for roughly 144 games all put together. If you subtract Prime, that's still probably over 30 games a year, totally free.

And then you figure out places like Humble and Fanatical, entire storehouses that specialize in very cheap bundles.

At some point it's not even "for gamers on a budget." This is just the way the industry is now. Even games that sell well will plummet in price and end up in bundles or even just get given away for free. Deathloop, Outer Worlds, Evil Within 2, Plague Tale, Dragon Age Inquisition, Midnight Suns, Callisto Protocol, Arkham Knight, Control, Nioh, Prey...

I did not pay a penny for these games, but I own them. A consumer is very happy with that but it does not seem like a sign of a healthy industry. That is money being spent and spent and spent and spent, but it's not going back in to develop new games. It feels like this industry is hanging by the thread of FOMO alone, because if you can wait a year, maybe two, either you'll get a game straight up for free, or at least for 75-80% off.

Who would actually invest in an industry that has been bleeding so violently for so many years?

[bringingbloggingback]

A Dry Heat

The temperature on the dash reads 100 degrees. We’ve been dragging along the highway for 30 minutes. Each crack of the pavement accounted for. Reverberating where cheap pleather seats and sweaty thighs meet. Poor suspension and a thin steel frame. We’re going 10 over the speed limit and still being passed on both sides. I forgot how fast everyone drives here.  I’ve forgotten a lot of things. I forgot to pack my sunglasses and squint to avoid staring directly into the sun. It hangs low in the sky but shows no signs of setting. Just barely out of the visor’s reach.

“100 degrees is cool for May”

The last 8 hours were spent in anticipation, but the excitement has worn off, replaced with an emptiness I can’t place. Longing for a sense of nostalgia not found. A promise to myself not kept. Grateful to be a passenger because I am too embarrassed to admit I don’t know where we are. Maybe it’s the road work? They’re widening the 101 to make room for more snowbirds. That must be why everything feels foreign. Or the church? Once tucked into the desert peppered with prickly pears and chollas and saguaros. All those cacti uprooted along with everyone else. Replaced by a three-story gym and an automated car wash. Has that gas station always been there? I meant what I said about forgetting a lot of things. I joke about a repressed memory that hasn’t been unlocked yet. A missing key to the vault. No one else finds it funny.

“Why do people still live here”

We pull up to the house. Not my house, the one they are renting. They say they are downsizing but it’s bigger than the one before. But that house wasn’t mine either. It belonged to my stepfather. We moved in without warning. I came back from Virginia that summer to find every piece of furniture staged, poster hung and nick-nack placed in the exact same position as before. Copy, pack, paste. A wax figure replica of my childhood bedroom melted into thick carpet.

“What do you think the humidity is”

I pull out my phone and open the weather app. I forgot I deleted Phoenix from my saved cities and have to add it again before scrolling down the page.

“3%.”

“Damn. That’s a dry heat.”

A dry heat. Offered as a consolation. An empty apology whispered from chapped lips. Stubborn blister that won’t pop, waiting to be calloused over.

But, it’s a dry heat. A plea. Tried and failed to justify the desert and sunburns peeling into raw pink flesh and sinuses bleeding through tissue and dry itchy throats crying for water late at night and deep-set wrinkles between dry squinting eyes.

“What will it be tomorrow?”

As kids, we used to bake cookies on the faded dashboard of my mom’s sedan. Or crack an egg on the asphalt just to watch it sizzle until the yolks hardened and the edges turned bright white. Late July you start to feel your own edges burning. You cry and plead and ask for another chance and slather yourself in Oxybenzone, trading cancer risks like bargaining chips. She is unforgiving and does not care for apologies. There is nothing left to do but squeeze aloe leaves dry and lick salty wounds. She is harsh but needs you to know that you do not belong here. Your fair skin and the soft soles of your feet. Your mouth openly watering, craving rain that will never come.

“It’s a high of 102”

The car shifts into park and the engine stops automatically. Trying to conserve its own energy. Even white flags stop waving when the air-conditioning cuts off. The sun starts to seep in through thin window tint. I close my sun-soaked eyes. I am in my old driveway. Wet swimsuit sour with chlorine welcoming the familiar warmth of a car not hidden by shade. Dry towel tucked into freckled skin by pruned fingertips. Rubbing tired eyes, burning red and bloodshot because of forgotten goggles.

[jadebat7]

"DATURA" -> petal 1

street racer!suna x southern belle!reader

she's sickeningly sweet, he's bitter to the core. one taste of each other, and it's deadly.

home

10:03pm

The air was hot, summer was still lingering in the early fall. The truck calmed to a dull roar as you slowed, looking at the new crappy apartment you just put the security deposit on. You pulled into the driveway, turning off the truck.

You split the drive across two days, staying at a cheap motel last night. Unfortunately for yourself, you decided to do the bulk of driving today which meant you got into the city late.

The apartment looked like it was 3 stories. It was a small house nestled between a convienience store and some random restaurant. Luckily for you, the street was off of the main roads of the city, so you didn't get the bulk of traffic.

The house was split into 3 apartments, and you got the very top one, of course. You sighed, looking out the back window at all your stuff in the truck bed. You didn't want to leave it all out here but it was already late.

You got out of the truck, cowboy boots hitting the pavement. You pulled your hair out of your face, walking to the front door of the apartment. You unlocked it and walked in, finding your way to the top floor, and using another key to open your own front door.

The apartment was small, as to be expected. You walked into the living room, and to the left was the kitchen. As you walked a little further, there was a small hallway that had 2 doors, one to your room and one to the bathroom.

Nodding, you took off your flannel and put it on the ground of the living room. Underneath, you had a white tank top and a pair of boot cut jeans.

You walked back down the stairs, going back to your truck and pulling down the bed. As you began grabbing the essential boxes, you heard loud motors and tire screeching. Your head swung, looking to the top of the street where there was a black sports car, sharply turning the corner with a cloud of smoke behind it.

The windows were completely blacked out, so you couldn't see inside. You shook your head, it was probably just some stupid guy doing stupid things. Better to keep your head down, that's what papa always said.

You listened as the car engine roared and continued speeding, drifting around another corner and disappearing. Finally. You sighed, carrying a box inside. As you walked inside, another car turned the corner and followed the black car. You shook your head, probably just some teenagers. You continued inside.

An hour passed and you were able to get inside the rest of your essentials, not without a fight. After bringing in the last important box, you went downstairs to close the truck bed and cover the rest of boxes so hopefully they won't get stolen.

Once you were downstairs you heard the sound of tires screeching again, loud motor revving as it turned the corner. There was the same black car, yet this time the other car was much closer.

You sighed, jumping into the truck bed and using a small tarp to cover your boxes. Best to just ignore the trouble, stay out of it as much as possible. After a few seconds, you heard tires screeching and a crash.

You turned and saw that the black sports car was turned around and it's back bumper was crashed into a mailbox next door. The back of the car was smoking and the door opened.

Jumping out of the truck bed, you closed it. Should you go help them? What if they're hurt? Although obviously whatever they were doing was illegal but, it's morally wrong to not help someone in need, right?

You sighed, walking over to the car, your boots click clacking off the sidewalk. The driver got out. You couldn't see his face in the darkness but he was really fucking tall. That much was obvious.

You approached him, "Are you alright, sir?"

"Huh?" He turned to look at you, running a stressed hand through his hair.

"Oh- Yeah, I guess" He looked back at his car, whispering a profanity.

You watched as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through something and clicking.

"You just crashed your car- I can call a tow truck of you want"

"No!- No- Don't do that-"

You looked at him confused, he looked at you equally confused. He eyed you, going from your face to the jeans to the boots on your feet. His eyes flickered to your truck behind you.

"Sorry, just... I, I... can't afford a tow truck right now. It's fine-" He put his phone away after typing something.

"You from the country, pretty?"

You were taken aback by his words. So he was one of those guys. Right.

"I'm going to university here." You didn't answer his question, deciding to go with the more vague answer.

"Right." He stepped forward and you could see his face now. Not bad.

"I'm Suna. Rintarou, Suna." He crossed his arms as he looked at you, "And you?"

You sighed, "I gotta get to sleep. Have a good night, Suna."

"What, so I don't get to know who you are?"

"I don't mess with trouble. And you look like a whole lot of it" You back away, grabbing the keys out of your pocket.

He chuckles, backing up as well and leaning against his car. "I'll see you around, country."

You shook your head at the nickname, turning around and going inside. You locked the door, a smile on your face.

Wait. What. Why am I smiling? You shook you head, trying to get him out of your head.

As you laid on your makeshift bed that night, you could shake the thought of him.

Fuck.

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[notquiteapex]

So, how's the JukeBox development coming along? Well, it sure is coming, I promise.

In case you don't know what a JukeBox is, it's a little hotkey device I'm building! I originally made this to assist with my endeavors in streaming, but it turns out having extra keys is very useful for a lot of things! Whether it be hotkeys for quickly running macros via AutoHotKey, managing your Discord audio settings, playing funny sounds with VoiceMod, switching tools in your favorite art program like Paint Tool SAI, or managing OBS like I do. It's a very powerful device, and all it does is act like a keyboard with the F13-F24 keys. I bet you didn't even know there was more than the F1-F12 keys, am I right?

About a year ago, I said I would begin selling these soon. That was a bit of a lie, fortunately I am very good at those. That last bit was also a lie, in case you couldn't tell. I got the opportunity to work on the JukeBox as part of an independent study for college credit, so I took a lot of time to plan and rethink the product. That part wasn't a lie The result is the new V5 board!

Ok so this isn't the actual V5 board yet.

I decided to completely change up what makes up a JukeBox. I decided to use an RP2040 chip, which is used to power a Raspberry Pi Pico. I used a Pico board, along with the old JukeBox V4 boards, an RGB LED ring, and an OLED screen to build my ideal V5 prototype. The result is the same JukeBox known and loved but with some added features, like reactive lighting and a screen to display fun graphics and info!

This is the finalized board, it's design has been shipped off to manufacturing, and will hopefully arrive right at the start of the new year. I'm paying a lot of money for just 10 of these things! I can't wait.

The plan is to sell 3 versions of the board, a basic variant (keyboard only), an RGB variant, and an RGB plus screen variant. Prices are still being determined, but they will be higher than previously anticipated due to rising material costs. The goal is to keep the basic variant at $25 to maintain affordability. You will also be able to choose what kinds of keys you want, be it Cherry MX Blues or Kailh Choc Whites.

I'm working on the final casing. It'll be a 3D printed shell with some nice M2.5 nuts and bolts. It'll also be in a mostly-opaque white so the RGB looks good shining through. The legs are also completely optional, both the case and the legs will have nice rubber feet to keep the board steady. The keycaps will be "relegendable", meaning you'll be able to stick a piece of paper in them with whatever you want on them. You get everything seen here, plus a USB-C cable, and my deepest gratitude. Maybe some day you'll get to have a JukeBox in atomic purple instead of a basic white!

The best part about it all is that you don't need to install any drivers! The keyboard component is always guaranteed to work on any computer that supports USB, and most usually do (hopefully). The screen and RGB won't work without a companion app, sadly, but I'm working hard to make it painless to setup and use, near plug-and-play. I've been writing it in Rust while working on the board, and it will support Windows and Linux without much issue.

Lastly, the entire project is going to be open source! The code will be under an open license, and all the physical parts will be usable under a Creative Commons license (CC BY-NC-SA). I won't allow people to just up and sell the boards without modification, but if someone wants to make and sell their own variant I'd be more than happy to allow it if they ask. Devices like these should be cheap and accessible for everyone.

Hopefully I'll start selling these on my Ko-fi before Q2 of 2024. See you then!

[illusivesoulgaming]

Prompt time (please): TLOU - Pristine Condition?

Hi there! Thanks for the ask, and sorry it took me so long to finish it.

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"Come look at this" 

Anna tugged at Marlene's arms and led her down the corridor in the flea market, moving at a snail's pace as they waited for the people to move forward.

Finally reaching the stall, Anna smiled.

"Look at it"

Marlene groaned as she saw what Anna was pointing at. A switchblade with a brown metallic handle was resting on the floor carpet along with several other trinkets.

"No"

"Come on! Look at it. It looks brand new"

"The last one you had was actually new. You'd still have it if you hadn't decided to use it as a house key" Marlene said in a reprimanding tone.

"But I had lost my keys. As much as it pained me to do it, sacrificing my switchblade was the only way to get inside"

"Sacrificed the switchblade and the lock. That didn't come cheap either"

"Come on, baby. Please" Anna gave Marlene the best puppy eyes she could as she took the woman's hand and placed it on top of her pronounced belly "I need it to keep our baby safe"

Marlene chuckled "What are you going to do? Cut the hospital bill with it?"

"I might" Anna laughed.

Marlene sighed "How much is it?"

"10 bucks"

"Buy it then"

"I need 5 more"

Marlene sighed as she opened the wallet and gave Anna the bill.

"Look at it. It's perfect" Anna said as she toyed with the blade, pressing the button to bring it out as she ran her fingers along the brown handle. It was clearly old, but proper maintenance had kept it pristine. A kiss on the cheek, and a few more words "Thanks, love"

The tap of the rain against the glass made Ellie's eyes drift to the window every now and then. Having to be ready to hide everything in case someone walked into the room had her slightly on edge.

With one eyed closed, she turned the small bolt in the handle with care until it came loose. Carefully spreading out the disassembled pieces on the table, Ellie blew the dirt in them and wiped them clean with a small cloth.

"Boo!"

The dry thudding sound of wood hitting the ground and the sound of Ellie's ouch sound filled the room as she fell to the ground.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Riley!" Ellie said as she stood "I could have fucking gutted you"

"Sure thing, Angel Knives" Riley stretched her hand forwards, helping Ellie get up “Sorry for scaring you. Here. Winston found it in the mall"

Ellie grabbed the small red container, the faded and torn tag in it still clear enough to read the words ‘Knife Oil’.

“I forgive you” Ellie said shortly before hitting Riley in the arm “Asshole”

As Riley laid on the bed and listened to, as she often put it, “Ellie’s shitty music”, Ellie carefully dropped some of the oil into the inner parts of the handle, coating the inner parts and the small bolts.

“Hell yeah. Awesome” Ellie said proudly several minutes later, wielding the reassembled switchblade in her knife, retracting and making it shoot out again as she did a few playful swipes in the air.

“Could pass off as brand new” Joel was surprised at how well kept the switchblade was. Using the limited light coming off the fireplace, he passed the sharpening a couple of times across the edge of the blade, trying to make as little noise as possible as to not wake Ellie. After a few minutes, he stood up with a hushed groan and walked towards Ellie’s bag, opening it quietly and placing the switchblade inside.

Zipping the bag close, Joel walked away and sat back on the rock, keeping a watchful eye throughout the night. Ellie, who was pretending to be asleep, smiled.

[yukisubmarino]

I have a hard time coming to conclusions when it comes to anime that feature alcohol as a key component. On the one hand, I think shows like Maison Ikkoku, Grand Blue, Love is Like a Cocktail and Bartender provide the kind of cultural nuance you will almost never find in Western shows. On the other hand, I don’t think alcohol is a worthwhile thing to celebrate as part of a show’s main thesis, regardless of its standing in Japanese culture.

I guess that conflict is what I find most interesting about Bartender—because it certainly wasn’t the story. Bartender is preachy, slow, and fittingly only worth a watch if you pair it with a drink (cheap beer was my choice). If it didn’t have such a sexy concept, it wouldn’t deserve the light of day.

But even that concept—the philosophical merits of bar hopping—is just window dressing for its true message: the sanctity of work. Surprise! Bartender is a workplace drama, minus the drama. It’s an izakaya iyashikei minus the karaage, one that’s thoroughly corporate and devoid of flavor.

I guess I’m ultimately glad that this show exists, if only because it gave me some stuff to ponder about the role of alcohol in my own life (most often a positive one). But if you dont imbibe, dont even bother. 6/10