#use real DOM

[gagande]

PureCode software reviews | Angular’s choice to use real DOM

React and Vue’s use of a virtual DOM minimizes direct manipulation of the real DOM, thus accelerating and optimizing updates. On the other hand, Angular’s choice to use real DOM may negatively impact performance, particularly in large-scale and complex applications where DOM updates are frequent and heavy.

[babypuppiboi]

Thinking about being owned, someone to set rules and enforce them for me, setting up a strict edging schedule to keep me desperate to please, never given release unless it’s for their amusement

Thinking about sudden unexpected inspections, having my pants ripped off and fingers stuffed inside my puppycunt, my mouth getting fingerfucked because good puppies get all of their holes used

thinking about randomly being told commands like a puppy, because that’s what I am now that’s what they made me into

And I wouldn’t have it any other way

[incvbvsribbons]

That shit actually has me a little annoyed what the fuck.

If anyone on here uses twitter pleaseee report nthesadist for using my (and likely other people’s) posts for his account. That shit isn’t cute.

Please reblog so other people can see this 🙏

[ken-dom]

Soft Lars stomach btw if you even care

[fidgetspringer-art]

hi hello. can you catch me up on the oc lore

Since I've gained like a LOT of followers since the last time I did a lore summary, I'll happily do another!

First off though, here is Martin's character profile and Noah's character profile. Those have got the basics about the two of them, and I have a summary for how they met and how their relationship develops right here.

But since i've also brought up Gabriel a lot lately, and plan on mentioning him more, i'll give a little info dump on his relationship with Noah under the cut:

I plan on making Gabe his own character profile in a bit, so i'll go more into detail about him then, but basically he's Noah's oldest and best friend.

Their mothers were also best friends and they were born only a few months apart, so they've been together since before they knew how to walk pretty much.

Noah was a preacher's daughter so they went to church together. They also went to school together and drove their teachers mad if they were sat too close in class.

I touch on the subject of Noah falling in with a bad crowd as a teenager in his profile, but i'm not sure i've gone into much detail on that, it's important to his and Gabe's relationship though.

The short version is that Noah gets tempted into hanging with a guy who's a couple years older than them, called Marcus. Gabriel, always the one trying to keep Noah out of trouble, ends up getting dragged into this group with him.

Marcus makes Noah think he's the leader of their little crew, but basically all he is is Marcus' scapegoat. Marcus would get them all into trouble, and because Noah was the preacher's kid he'd pin the blame on him because he figured he'd get off easier than the rest of them.

In the end though, Gabriel manages to make Noah see how fucked up their situation is (after they both get a pretty bad scare), and the two of them try to distance themselves from the group, eventually getting out of that life.

Noah goes off on his own, and Gabriel becomes a decently successful tattoo artist who owns the flat above his studio.

Their current day relationship is that Gabriel tries to live the life he's worked hard to build for himself, while having the constant reminder of his old life (Noah) stumble in through his door every few months, drunk, beat to hell or straight up just sick.

Noah always jokingly says that in another world it would have been the two of them together. They're pretty much soulmates in every way that matters. With the way things turned out though, all Noah ever tolerates are quick visits and quick fucks to scratch the itch before he's off again.

The two of them keep up their little friends with benefits things way after Martin and Noah start their years long routine of dancing around each other. Even after Noah stops sleeping around with strangers, he comes back to Gabriel when he feels the need to.

Basically he's one more person Noah has wrapped around his little finger.

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

Sophie Oliveira-Shepard Alenko-Oliveira and Kaidan Alenko-Oliveira - ME3 (3/?) "What would I do without you?" "You'll never have to find out." Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[whitehartlane]

they tried telling me he’s not the best dancer in the squad 🙄

[bleachedpurple]

Cooking for someone and the way you trust me to make your meals makes me so happy. But slipping an aphrodisiac in your meal so I can tie you down and watch you squirm from how horny you are makes me happier.

[mayasdeluca]

[lovesickbby21]

Whimpering as he ruts into me over and over again, leaving hickeys all over my breasts and neck

[ken-dom]

Prioritise Pleasure part 2

Lars Lindstrom x afab!reader

∘₊✧ 1.5k words - part 1 - masterlist

Summary: Lars is feeling bold and wants to take things a step further

Author’s notes: You don’t need to read part 1 for this to make sense, but it would add to the juiciness. When I wrote part 1, I never really intended to end it the way I did, and I couldn’t get the bath out of my mind, so here it is. If you’re left wondering when you get to the end of this one, yes, there will be a part 3! Shout out to the wonderful @heresthestorymorningglory for the encouragement and Goosecord for keeping my ideas horny!

Warnings/content: nsfw, fingering in the bath, unintentional edging, nipple play

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Lars turned his gaze down to the bubbles floating around him when you dropped your towel. The orgasm you’d given him only half an hour ago might have brought you closer than you’d ever been, but you hadn’t seen one another naked yet, and more than anything else, Lars was respectful.

He did peek cautiously through one eye as you stepped into the water, though, just to make sure you didn’t slip as you stepped into the tub and settled yourself between his thighs.

His eyes squeezed shut, head spinning at how quickly everything had moved tonight. He never expected you to really want to touch him like that, and he never imagined he would end up naked with you, either.

But he liked it. And to his own surprise, he wanted more.

‘You can, uh… you can… lay on me if you want,’ he breathed shakily, shifting himself up to give you room to get comfortable. ‘A-against my chest?’

You nodded and laid back, sighing as the silky water enveloped you, Lars’s chest just as warm and soft against your back. 

Your head dropped to rest comfortably against his shoulder and you could feel his every movement. You’d cuddled plenty before, building up his confidence and tolerance with touch the more you got to know one another, but never skin to skin, never so intimately, and you could tell he was forcing his breath even.

‘M-may I… touch you?’ he uttered, knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the tub so tight he could have cracked the enamel.

‘Mmhm,’ you hummed, serene and relaxed, nodding your head back against his shoulder as though it was the easiest decision in the world, and it calmed him a little.

Slowly, the fingers of his left hand uncurled from the edge of the tub, the other still holding on tight as if for dear life, and he shakily placed his palm to your shoulder.

You sighed dreamily at the gentle pressure, and Lars squeezed his eyes shut tight again, finding himself breathless.

You let him stay there for a while, taking this at his own pace and getting used to so much of you pressed flush against so much of him.

When his breathing eventually evened and slowed, you slid a hand up out of the water and placed it carefully over his, squeezing gently.

He flinched at first, which wasn’t unusual, and he soon relaxed into the sensation, so you pulled his hand lower, down to your chest.

Lars tensed.

‘Are you ok with this?’ you whispered, unmoving.

‘Yes,’ he choked out.

‘Lars?’

‘Hmm?’ he answered, a high pitched, cracked hum.

‘Where do you want to touch me?’

You smirked, picturing the embarrassed glow on his cheeks. But Lars was feeling bold.

‘I, uh… I want to make you…y’know-’

‘Cum?’

Under a heavy breath, Lars whined out, ‘You have to stop saying that so casually.’ It made him feel dizzy when you spoke like that.

‘Are you ready?’

There was a pause then, where Lars tried hard to focus on the fact that you must want him to touch you too, but it was hard to do that when his head was swimming with thoughts about whether you’d thought about this before, whether he’d be any good at it, whether he could manage to keep his hand on you long enough to find out.

But he found his way through it eventually, and gave a simple, ‘Yes.’

‘Alright. Do you trust me?’ you asked gently.

This time his reply was immediate. ‘Yes.’

You pulled his hand lower, beneath the water, resting his palm against your stomach while you spread your legs over his and planted your feet on his shins, your knees surfacing above the water as you settled into position for him.

‘You’re sure you want to do this?’ you checked in one last time, feeling him nod eagerly behind you. 

He knew if he spoke he’d embarrass himself with a moan, or just sound impatient, and he wanted this to be perfect for you.

Lars held his breath as you dragged his hand down to the apex of your thighs, his thick, long fingers instinctively stroking your folds as soon as it arrived there.

You hummed, and Lars gasped at your response – and the way you felt under his fingertips, silky and warm, even beneath the water.

You guided his fingers up slightly until they were positioned right over your clit, where he quickly learned the pressure and speed you seemed to like and found his rhythm, eyes wide at the way you melted against him.

He might be nervous to do this with you, but he knew for sure he was excellent at taking good care of you, and wasn’t this just another way to do that? To fulfil your needs like a good boyfriend should?

‘Does that feel good?’ he cooed, confidence soaring despite the heat in his cheeks. 

You hummed out something like a yes, and his fingers, massaging in slow, gentle circles, pressed a little firmer, moved a little faster.

You jolted up at the delicious change of pace, water sloshing around the tub as you dropped back to him and rocked your hips up into his touch.

‘You like that?’ he asked, so incredibly innocently, yet with such an undertone of impatience – the impatience he tried hard not to let out – that your blood boiled with desire.

‘Yes- YES!-’

As you cried out he all but stopped, stroking through your folds again so slowly it was almost painful. Each time his fingertips grazed your sensitive nub, you shuddered and he slipped his fingers away again.

‘Lars- please-’ you tried, but he just chuckled.

You never had Lars down as a tease, but his fingers felt so good you could hardly complain. And was it teasing, really, or was he just enjoying this new sensation as much as you were?

You briefly wondered if he’d ever practised this on Bianca, but the question was answered by his inexperience as quickly as you’d formulated it.

‘H-how do I- uh-’

You knew what he wanted and placed your fingers tenderly over his again, guiding him to your entrance this time.

‘Oh!’ he gasped. ‘You’re… you feel so… wet.’

He dragged your slick around gently before carefully pushing a finger inside.

‘It doesn’t hurt, does it? I can take it out if-’

‘Not at all,’ you reassured him, hardly able to finish the sentence without a quiet moan escaping.

Lars pumped his finger just once, still careful despite your encouragement. It seemed to feel good, so he tried it again, and again, until he was fucking into you hard and fast, relishing in the way you gripped his wrist beneath the water and how you were grinding against the heel of his palm as he pumped his finger.

Your free hand reached behind you, pushing your fingers up to mess up his perfectly combed, soft, thick hair, feeling his mustache brush against your neck as he planted tender kisses along the sensitive flesh there.

‘I’ve got you,’ he whispered, hot against your ear, voice husky and thick with lust. You could feel his erection pressing into your back and wondered if he might want to take this another step further before the night was out or whether that would be too much for him.

But for now, you were on the verge of seeing stars, intoxicated with his strong hands and tender kisses and the way he was touching you almost expertly despite never having touched anyone like this before.

His finger curled up inside you as the hand clutching the rim of the tub began to grope at you instead, kneading, squeezing, massaging everywhere he could reach, and ending with his thumb roughly stroking over a nipple.

‘Oh- yes, that’s it- oh, Lars!’

Water splashed out of the tub as you thrashed against him. He tried to keep you still with the hand pressed to your chest as he worked you through your release, but he was feeling weak himself.

A needy little whine escaped his throat as you dropped back. His cock was leaking steadily into the water now; the friction of you writhing against him in pleasure had simply been too much, along with the knowledge that his finger was buried inside you. And the way you’d moaned his name.

Everyone’s favourite word was their own name, after all.

He put his own pleasure aside though, hoping you hadn’t noticed, fighting the urge to rut against you as you had come undone for him.

‘Are you okay?’ he panted. ‘I didn’t hurt you did I?’

You shook your head, breathless.

‘Did I make you-’

‘Cu-’

‘Feel good,’ Lars jumped in before you could say it again. He might not last if you said a dirty word right now.

‘Incredible,’ you chuckled.

There was a comfortable silence as you laid together in the gradually cooling water, the bubbles that had once covered Lars’s modesty slowly melting away around you. 

Lars was comfortable, at least, despite the tension growing in his lower belly. And the heat, and the need.

‘Lars,’ you tried quietly, and he whimpered. ‘Do you need something?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Come on, don’t be shy,’ you soothed. ‘It’s getting cold in here. Let’s grab a towel and make a fire. Warm up together. What do you say?’

Lars didn’t have anything to say. He just swallowed hard.

[agoodgirlhasnoname]

I will put up with an ungodly amount of bullshit if you’re 6’4”+ (193.04+ cm) and have a huge d*ck. This is purely a scientific fact at this point in my life. 🥴

[braatrue]

pretty, right?🤭

[fandomfluffandfuck]

S oh my god I’m going bananas

So I’m mainly thinking about TFA Seb who has made it his mission in life to make Chris go crazy. Drawn out, narrowed eyed looks, obscene lips curled for a second too long around the head of a beer bottle, innuendos and dirty jokes all made to make the night last forever.

They’re not even dating! But Seb knows that Chris likes him, and he also knows that Chris is too scared to make the first move. So he makes it absolutely fucking unbearable. It all comes to a point when they realize that it’s easier for Chris to just stay at Sebastian’s rather than take the hour’s drive home. So when Chris asks if Sebastian has any pajamas he can borrow, Sebastian just looks at him with a smirk.

“I don’t usually wear them, so no.”

“Well, what so you sleep in?” He asks, confused.

“Chanel No. 5.” Seb says, a fucking evil smile on his face.

Chris might seriously pass out.

“Unless I’ve got someone over. Then I usually get… preoccupied…” Sebastian continues, and Chris can feel his blood pressure hit the ceiling. It gets worse when Sebastian narrows his eyes and his grin gets bigger.

“You okay, Chris? You’ve gone a bit red…” His voice is innocent and sweet like honey, and Chris isn’t sure this is real.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” His stutter gives him away immediately, and Sebastian giggles.

“You sure?” He asks, getting up from the chair and sitting down next to him. Chris can’t fucking breathe. He just nods. Sebastian puts a hand over his forehead like he’s checking if Chris is sick. They both know he’s not.

“You feel a bit hot… D’you want something to help you cool down?”

This time, there’s no response. Chris is pretty sure his brain has just shut off at this point.

“Oh, I know.” Sebastian gasps, like he hasn’t been teasing Chris for hours now. “You’re flustered, aren’t you?” Sebastian’s eyes are dancing with mischief, and Chris is so lost in them he can only nod.

“Poor boy. You’re all riled up, and you just want someone to help.” It’s not a question. In a split second, Sebastian is straddling Chris’s lap, his arms wrapped around his neck.

“You’re just needy, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He tilts his head, and Chris can see something black beneath his shirt. Sebastian notices his confusion and giggles again.

“You see something? Yeah, honey. I wore something special for you. Wanna see it?” Chris nods dumbly, because his mouth can’t do anything but wonder how Sebastian’s skin would feel under it.

Chris is fucking floored by what he sees when Sebastian pulls off his shirt. Pretty, delicate black lace sits cupping his chest, and Chris can see more peeking out from under his jeans.

“You like what you see?” Sebastian taunts, but is cut off because Chris finally finds his brain. He kisses Sebastian breathless, hands tight on his waist.

“Fuck yeah I do.”

Oh my fucking god

I love this idea! 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Like, viscerally, I love, love, love this. I love flirty Seb. I love playful and teasing Seb. I, as we all know, am very much gone for submissive and sweet Sebastian but am also so fucking down for bratty, daring, and flirty Sebastian.

There's just 🤌🏻something🤌🏻 about him.

I wanna smack him around, and you know he'd like that.

Just having Sebastian flaunt himself, daring and bold and unashamed, he knows he's wanted, so why not? He's just toying with Chris, waiting for him to snap, and that--that moment where Chris resolves shatters, that's the moment Sebastian is looking for. That's what he wants. He wants him to be unable to take it anymore, and then he wants Chris to make him take it 😮‍💨

Christ 🥴🥴

They're too much. What a fucking pair. Complete trouble. I can't believe them. Ugh!

Thank you for bringing bratty Seb back to the forefront of my mind. I will be consumed by thoughts of him once more.

[ysaefinn]

rrrrrr arf arf arf arf ! ! \(//∇//)\

Me personally..............i would have a hard time fully submitting, but i have done worse.

Ik i said that he prefers to treat you like a cat instead but your enthusiasm will get him to change his mind, however, kitty reader is still very dear to his heart.