#slow motion multitasking

[orlintommas]

Slow-motion multitasking like a genius

I used to be a multitasking proponent. In fact, I used to blatantly exploit my laptop’s split-screen capability. During my university years, I always had my laptop’s screen split between coursework and anime. I would spend hours studying and watching anime (I do not condone such silly behavior). To me, multitasking was a superpower, and I always bragged about it. That was until I learned that multitasking can actually damage the brain. Which made me a bit sad, mostly because I had to give up watching anime when I worked or studied. But I only recently learned about the idea of slow-motion multitasking, and that changed everything.

Nothing is more thrilling than hearing other people praise your poor habits. And in some ways, that is how I felt as I watched Tim Harford’s Ted Talk, “A powerful way to unleash your natural creativity.” This man not only admired those who could multitask, but he also demonstrated that many of the greatest thinkers in history were multitaskers. It once again helped me feel significantly less guilty about my poor life choices.

Tim was not talking about juggling tasks, which is unfortunate for everyone who does it—including me. He was rather alluding to the multitasking of projects. The idea of slow-motion multitasking is, to put it simply, working on more than one significant project at once. Take Albert Einstein, for instance, who wrote four ground-breaking papers in total in 1905. The assumption that he must have worked on all four of these projects concurrently for a considerable amount of time would not be altogether insane on my part.

The aim is to replicate that precise trend in all of our professional activities. Working simultaneously on several significant projects is the goal. Slow-motion multitasking allows us to smoothly transition from one project to the other depending on our mood or the circumstances that we may find ourselves in. This turns multitasking into a creative break rather than a necessary evil to get work done. It enables us to continue to be creatively inspired as we work on one project and take a break from another. Now, we may purposefully transition to focus on something else when we feel distracted or rushed, as opposed to slacking from one activity to the next out of impatience or anxiety.

Although it may seem counterintuitive, slow-motion multitasking actually enables you to be more inventive and creative. Tim says there are three reasons why slow-motion multitasking is effective. First of all, creativity is the act of repurposing an idea from its original context. So, it’s much simpler to think outside the box when you keep switching between boxes. Second, mastering one skill very well might make you better at another. The third and most crucial point is that when we get stuck, slow-motion multitasking can help us get unstuck.

Consider instances where the incorrect response keeps popping up in your brain. For example, you might be trying to answer a crossword puzzle while the incorrect word is stuck in your head. Leaving that problem and moving on to something else will help your brain forget the incorrect response and make way for the correct response to emerge.

The ability to wiggle out of difficult situations is one of the most thrilling aspects of working on several projects at once. When you come up against an impassable roadblock, you can just switch projects. This significantly lessens the stress, despair, and anxiety that might develop when working on a single project that has no visible way out. As weird as it may seem, multitasking is not all that awful; the problem is how we do it, which leads to all the confusion. I cordially encourage you to explore the realm of slow-motion multitasking, release your most creative self, and get rid of unneeded stress and worry brought on by a lack of motivation or mental block.

[imloyaltoscoups]

stop playing | jeon wonwoo

As the game's intense soundtrack filled the room, Wonwoo was fully immersed in the virtual world, his focus unwavering as he navigated through each challenge with precision. Meanwhile, you lounged nearby, feeling a mischievous urge to steal his attention away from the screen.

"Hey, love" you called out playfully, hoping to draw him away from the game for a moment.

But he was too engrossed, his concentration unbroken by your voice. Determined to grab his attention, you decided to up the ante. You slipped off your shorts and underwear, leaving yourself clad only in his oversized shirt. With a mischievous grin, you settled back, waiting for the perfect moment to make your move.

Finally, a brief pause in the game presented itself, and you seized the opportunity. With a swift motion, you reached over and began to undo his pants, your actions catching him completely off guard.

"Woah, what are you doing?" Wonwoo exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise as he turned to face you, his hands hovering over the keyboard in confusion.

You met his startled gaze with a playful smirk, your fingers still working to remove his pants. "Just trying to get your attention, babe," you replied, your tone filled with mischief.

A mixture of shock and amusement crossed Wonwoo's features as he processed the situation, his lips twitching into a grin despite himself. "Well, you certainly got it," he chuckled, reaching out to gently tug you closer. "But maybe we can save this for after I finish this level?"

You pout slightly, feigning disappointment as you protest, "But Wonwoo, I want your attention now. I've been waiting patiently for you to notice me."

He chuckles softly at your playful protest, but his eyes still flicker back to the screen. "I know, babe, I'm sorry. This level is just really tricky."

Crossing your arms in mock indignation, you huff, "Fine, if you're going to keep playing, then I'll just... find something else to do."

As you start to turn away, Wonwoo's hand reaches out to gently grasp your arm, stopping you in your tracks. "Wait," he says, his tone suddenly serious yet tinged with a hint of mischief, "How about this? Why don't you... cockwarm me for a little while? It'll be like having your attention and letting me play at the same time."

You raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. "Oh, so now you want me to multitask, huh?"

He grins sheepishly, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Well, when you put it like that..."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you give in, sliding closer to him and straddling his lap. As you settle down, you can feel the warmth of his body beneath you, and the mischievous glint in his eyes tells you that, despite his focus on the game, he's more than happy to have you close.

As Wonwoo's eyes remain fixed on the screen, his focus unyielding, you lean in closer, your lips brushing against his neck in a series of slow, teasing kisses. You feel a thrill of satisfaction as you hear his breath catch slightly, his body reacting to your touch even as he tries to maintain his concentration on the game.

You press your lips against his skin, sucking gently and leaving a mark in your wake, relishing in the small gasp that escapes his lips. But as you feel his cock growing beneath you, a surprised gasp escapes your own lips, and you can't help but voice your protest.

"Won, stop getting it big," you whine, your tone a mixture of surprise and playful annoyance.

Wonwoo chuckled softly, his laughter mixing with the ambient sounds of the game. "Sorry, it has a mind of its own," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

Undeterred by his casual response, you continued to nibble and suck at his neck, feeling his cock twitching inside you in response to your touch. Sensing your own desire rising, you bit down on his shoulder to steady yourself, a low growl escaping from Wonwoo's lips as he felt the slight sting of your teeth.

As minutes tick by, your breath comes in heavy pants as you feel the wetness between your legs, a clear sign of your arousal building with each passing moment. Yet, Wonwoo's cock remains inside you, the throbbing sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Do you want to move?" he teases, his voice low and husky with desire, his lips brushing against your ear.

You let out a soft whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cling to him desperately. "Just hold on a little longer," you manage to gasp out, your own voice thick with need.

Wonwoo chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine as he tightens his grip on your hips. "If I kill the final boss," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin, "I'll fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight for days."

His words ignite a fire within you, and you can't help but tighten your legs around his waist, craving the pressure and friction. He hisses in response to your actions, his own arousal evident as he presses closer to you, the sensation of his cock inside you driving you both to the brink of ecstasy.

"Please," you beg, your voice desperate and pleading, "I want you now."

Wonwoo's gaze flickers to you briefly, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You need to learn to be patient," he chides gently, his attention still divided between you and the game.

You whimper softly in frustration, feeling your wetness continue to flow, the ache between your legs growing more intense with each passing moment. Despite your protests, Wonwoo's resolve remains unwavering, his attention firmly fixed on the screen.

As you wait patiently, resting your chin on Wonwoo's shoulder, your eyes flicker up to the clock above, marking the passage of time. Suddenly, you hear him shout in triumph, a victorious "Yes!" escaping his lips. You know that he's beaten the game.

Before you can fully register what's happening, Wonwoo's hands are on your waist, lifting your body and thrusting it down onto his cock. A startled moan escapes you at the sudden action, your body instinctively responding to his rough movements.

You've been waiting for this, craving his touch, and now that he's finally giving it to you, the sensation is almost overwhelming. But despite the roughness of his movements, you remain surprisingly composed, your desire driving you to meet his every thrust with eager anticipation.

"You really behaved the whole time," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he moves your waist up and slams you harder onto his cock. "My baby needs a reward, right? For being such a good girl."

His words send a shiver of excitement coursing through you, and you nod eagerly, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes, please," you whimper, the ache between your legs growing more intense with each passing moment.

As he thrusts you roughly, your desire intensifies, and you find yourself craving the taste of his lips. With a sense of urgency, you seek out his mouth, and when your lips finally meet, it's like a spark ignites between you.

You clash your lips against his, a desperate hunger driving your movements. Sensing your eagerness, he responds eagerly, his own desire evident as he seeks to deepen the kiss even further.

With a soft gasp, you part your lips, inviting him in, and he doesn't hesitate to take advantage. His tongue slides into your mouth, dominating the kiss with a raw intensity that leaves you breathless.

In the midst of the heated exchange of kisses and thrusts, Wonwoo's voice breaks through the haze of pleasure, his praise sending a shiver of excitement down your spine.

"You're so good, baby," he murmurs between kisses, his breath hot against your skin. "Clinging to me like this, driving me wild."

His words only fuel your desire further, and you tighten your grip around him, reveling in the feeling of his body pressed against yours. Each thrust sends a wave of pleasure coursing through you, and you find yourself clinging to him even tighter, your nails digging into his skin in a silent plea for more.

As the intensity builds, Wonwoo's praises continue, each word driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. "That's it, baby," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Just like that."

The intensity of pleasure builds between you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, you can feel the familiar sensation of climax looming on the horizon. Wonwoo's movements grow faster, more desperate, a silent acknowledgment that you're both teetering on the brink of release.

But just as he seems on the verge of letting go, he pauses, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he considers his next move. Sensing his hesitation, you lock eyes with him, a silent plea in your gaze.

"Release it inside me," you whisper urgently, your voice filled with need. "It's safe today."

Wonwoo's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, surprise flickering across his features before a smirk spreads across his lips. Without a word, he resumes his movements, his thrusts growing even faster, more urgent.

As the pleasure builds to a crescendo, you feel him tensing beneath you, his release imminent. And then, with a guttural groan, he lets go, his hot seed spilling inside you as you clench around him, your own release crashing over you in waves.

As you catch your breath, resting your head against his neck, Wonwoo's hand gently caresses your head, his touch comforting and tender. "We should do this more often," he murmurs, his voice filled with a warmth that mirrors the love you feel radiating from him.

You nod in agreement, a contented smile gracing your lips. "Cockwarming while you're playing," you add with a playful chuckle, remembering the exhilarating thrill of the moment.

Wonwoo's eyes light up with amusement at your suggestion, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths. "Definitely," he agrees, his tone playful yet sincere. "It adds a whole new level to gaming."

But just as you're settling into the comfortable intimacy of the moment, Wonwoo suddenly remembers his earlier promise, the one that left you breathless with anticipation.

"You know," he says, his voice low and husky, "I did promise to fuck you until you can't walk straight for days, didn't I?" he says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Before you can respond, Wonwoo sweeps you up into his arms, carrying you effortlessly towards the bedroom. You gasp in astonishment, your heart pounding with excitement at the sudden turn of events.

"I wasn't kidding," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he carries you across the threshold. "Consider this round one."

With a playful grin, you wrap your arms around his neck, eager to see where the night will take you.

As he lays you down on the bed with a tender touch, his lips meet yours in a series of soft, lingering kisses. Each touch is filled with promise, a silent reassurance that he intends to fulfill the pledge he made earlier.

....... ≿━━━༺WONWOO༻━━━≾ .......

[clu-ven]

Kissing the Bad Batch to escape from the Empire (with Rex and Cody!)

(I know the title is kinda confusing but just go with it for a second)

1.9k words ! suggestive (mainly with Crosshair) !

Looking back, when Cid said this was an “easy job”, you should have known better than to believe her. Apparently the simple supply pick-up was in a crowded city where everyone would be too busy with their own problems to even notice the Batch. In fact, the job was supposedly so easy, that there was no need to send the whole squad, just you and him.

What Cid failed to mention was that this particular planet had recently been seized by the Empire, with patrols of TK Troopers constantly on the streets, armed to the teeth and waiting for the likes of you. Thankfully, you’re able to pick up the supplies but just when you think you’re safe, a patrol of troopers comes into view. You need to think fast, knowing if they see you or his very recognisable face then you’re both screwed.

“Trust me?” you ask in a hushed whisper.

He nods his head and before he can question why, you pull him in for a kiss…

HUNTER

It’s like it happens in slow motion for Hunter and yet he’s still surprised when your lips touch his. He sees you getting closer than usual, your feet rising to your toes as you lean up. 

At first, he doesn’t quite believe this is happening. He knows why you’re doing this, that this will perfectly cover both of your faces but there’s a small part of Hunter that wonders or well, hopes that maybe there’s another reason.

The instincts he’s been trying to ignore for months finally come to the surface and Hunter leans into the kiss, a small groan coming from his throat as he does.

Afterwards, he stays close to you, his breath ghosting your neck. Hunter doesn’t want to move away from you just yet, wanting to linger in your scent for a little bit longer. 

Staying close to you helps ground him too. Since this is a pretty crowded city, you’re like a safe space for Hunter, making him feel secure as he listens out for the heavy boots of the TK Troopers or the crackling of any nearby comms going off.

Hunter doesn’t want to let this moment go but he doesn’t want to make this a big deal or turn it into something it’s not.

Despite any clear indications you give him, Hunter is still doubtful and so you’ll have to bring it up if you want to be anything more than friends.

TECH

It takes Tech a few seconds to analyse the situation but he’s quick to conclude that this is, in fact, a considerably effective method of escaping the TK Troopers.

Resting his hands on your hips, Tech manoeuvres you so you’re completely hidden, his back being the only part visible to anyone walking by.

He doesn’t necessarily relax into the kiss, too busy trying to listen out for any passing soldiers while thinking of another possible escape route if you were to potentially be caught. 

But Tech’s a great multitasker, making sure to make the kiss a worthy one while listening out for the enemies and trying to figure out a plan B, C and D. As much as he wants to get lost in this kiss, he knows this isn’t the time nor place.

Tech takes this in his stride, not letting the kiss distract him completely. Once you eventually break the kiss, Tech cautiously looks out to make sure the coast is clear. After all, there’s still a mission to be completed and until you’re both back at the ship, danger could be around any corner. 

“That was an excellent idea,” Tech praises, giving you an approving nod “the generalised uncomfortableness of interrupting a kiss is something many nat-born, TK Troopers will feel, often preferring to ignore the couple than interrupt them… yet another reason why they’re inferior to the clone army but that’s a conversation for another day”.

He doesn’t want to dwell on the kiss, preferring to immediately friendzone himself for you in the hopes of avoiding any miscommunications or awkwardness. 

WRECKER

Wrecker isn’t really shocked, he’s more confused. With your lips on his, you can basically hear him hum a muffled “huh?!” against you.

Although he has no idea what to do while you’re kissing him, Wrecker is quick to melt into the kiss, pushing his confusion to the side and wanting to simply enjoy the moment. 

Honestly, he’s just happy to be here so he lets you take the lead. Wrecker keeps his hands down by his side, letting you make any other moves as well as letting you decide when to break off the kiss.

Wrecker doesn’t want to be the one to pull away, wanting to savour your lips on his while he can. Hell, if you keep kissing him for the next half hour, Wrecker has no problem staying here and doing exactly that. 

“What was that for?” he asks when the kiss is finally over, a wide grin on his face. 

Expect everyone to know about this when you get back to the ship. Even if Wrecker tries to keep this to himself, he can’t, needing some advice from his brothers on what to do next 

(and there’s a part of him that wants to brag about kissing you).

ECHO

A million thoughts race through Echo’s mind. Are you doing this to evade the troopers…or is there a part of you that’s been waiting for a moment like this? While his body freezes for a few seconds, his lips thankfully begin to kiss you back.

He’s very respectful, not trying to deepen the kiss or make any potentially risky moves. The last thing Echo wants to do is overstep a boundary.

Suddenly Echo finds himself paranoid about things that have never crossed his mind prior to this. Are his lips chapped? What does he do with his hand? Would it be weird to hold your waist? He doesn’t get to the answers of those questions, as the kiss comes to an end all too soon.

When you pull away from him and check to see if the troopers have moved on, it takes Echo a few seconds to kick back into gear, his brain foggy with desire. 

When you both begin the walk back to the ship, Echo keeps you in the corner of his eye, wanting to say so much to you but with no idea how.

He knows this is a golden opportunity to confess his feelings for you but every time he opens his mouth to say something, the words get stuck in his throat.

In the end, he decides to swallow his feelings, not wanting to ruin your friendship by confessing his desire to be more.

Even rotations after the kiss, Echo can’t stop thinking about the sensation of your lips on his. His mind keeps trailing back to that moment, yearning to relive it… but do you want the same thing?

(I know it doesn’t really work story wise but I just had to include Crosshair, Rex and Cody in these too lol!)

CROSSHAIR

When you kiss him, the first thing that pops into Crosshair’s head is that he needs to one up you. If you think you can surprise him with a kiss, then he’ll take it further, leaning into you until you begin to walk backwards. 

When a wall presses against your back, Crosshair uses his arms to cage you in and further obscure your face from anyone passing.

He doesn’t shy away from the kiss, his tongue teasingly running along your lower lip... but that’s all he does; tease. 

Crosshair likes to tease you, to see if you’ll rise to the bait and take it one step further. It’s like a game you two play and he can’t get enough of it. 

He pulls away first, making you crave for more. Checking to see if the coast is clear, he gives you a firm nod before continuing back to the ship.

Afterwards, Crosshair keeps his cards close to his chest. He doesn’t really acknowledge the kiss, not making a typical sarcastic remark about it but not saying anything pleasant either. 

In all honesty, Crosshair doesn’t know how to feel. He hasn’t felt this way about someone before and it’s weirdly intimidating for him. Crosshair isn’t sure what this feeling is but if you don’t mention the kiss, he’ll go back to his usual teasing self in no time.

REX

Rex forgets how to breathe. While you close your eyes, Rex’s eyes go wide open, utterly stunned by your actions. His whole body tenses as he starts to process what you’re doing.

Rex has faced many distractions on the battlefield, kriff, he’s even had siths play mind tricks on him and yet this kiss is by far the most effective distraction.

The only thing he can think about is you and how badly he’s wanted this for so long. His hand twitches, wanting to cup your face but he stops himself, not wanting to overstep.

Instead, he compromises with his doubts and simply takes your hand in his.

Rex could never entertain the idea of you and him being anything more than friends during his service to the Republic but what’s stopping you two now? He’s not sure what to do, too many emotions swiftly coming to the forefront. 

Rex has to pull his gaze away from your lips afterwards, completely overthinking each move he makes and being extremely cautious not to make this weird.

He might seem distant when you get back to the ship but it’s not because he didn’t like the kiss. It’s the opposite actually and now he needs to figure out how to approach you about the possibility of you two ever becoming more than friends.

CODY

This isn’t what Cody expected when you asked him to trust you but he admires your bold move. Usually, he isn’t too eager to show affection in public but since you’re already kissing him, he decides to throw caution to the wind and fully embrace the moment.

He’s quick to follow suit, deepening the kiss as he pulls you flush against him. He knows why you’re doing this but there seems to be a lot of passion in a kiss that’s apparently just supposed to be a quick escape plan.

This can very quickly turn into a mini make-out session, both of you getting caught up in each other. This attraction between you and the Commander has been building for quite a while now and neither of you feel like backing down, the kiss overcoming you both.

Out of everyone, Cody is the quickest to realise you didn’t do this purely to evade the troopers and that there’s more to this. While Cody can be modest and he definitely thinks you can do better than him, he can’t ignore the signs that you may like him more than you’re letting on.

Immediately afterwards, he might seem a little cold but he’s not doing that on purpose. After all, you’re still in immense danger and need to get back to the ship ASAP so until then, Cody is still in ‘Commander’ mode.

When you’re both safe and onboard the ship, Cody brings up the kiss. He knows that if he doesn't talk this out with you now that he’ll just put it off out of fear of making things awkward. 

Cody is determined to find out if the kiss meant something to you and if you feel the same way about him as he does you.

[thecameronchronicles]

More Rafe Than Drew

TW: Dom!Drew. Degrading language. Smut. Language. Praise kink. 

SUMMARY: After Drew learns for your intrigue for his Outer Banks character, he decides to embody him for you...

WORD COUNT: 1700

REQUESTED

hehe you told us to send in requests so here's one for drew: drew and y/n are dating, and one day y/n is alone and bored in their apartment so she starts watching s2 of obx and gets really horny when she sees all of the rafe scenes so she starts touching herself and moaning, and right then drew comes home and sees her & starts teasing her and he fucks her kinda in a mean way like rafe would yk?? also happy new year ❤❤ i can't wait for your comeback!!!

More Rafe Than Drew

It was just one of those days where nothing sounded worth upsetting the peace of the day. Where productivity was not necessary to make the day full. And yet, it was also one where you were unbelievably bored. The FYP of TikTok having given you an idea once noticing your boyfriend's face upon several fanmade compilations. Having already missed him, even if you had spent the previous night with him and expected him home in the next few hours, you had Netflix to make his absence feel a bit less noticeable. 

But as always, Rafe Cameron had an effect on you. Specifically because you knew the man behind the disturbed character could not be anymore different. And yet, the contrast is what made watching him now that much more thrilling. You knew the passion available behind those soft lips as he delivered less than desirable lines to villainize his character even further. Those very same lips you craved now. Beginning at the part of your own, trailing down your jaw as it clenched beneath a new smirk, and continuing lower still. 

"Rafe..." You moaned as your fingers trailed as your thoughts replaced the pads of your digits with his familiar touch. Allowing yourself the fantasy as you were alone, you pulled your fingers up to your lips before providing the unnecessary new lubrication to the wet part of your lower lips. Even if it wasn't his trained touch or tongue providing the pleasure, it was enough to hold you over until he could make your fantasy a reality. 

Just as he would have, you began slowly, envisioning the loving and tender yet equally passionate man on his knees before you. Sweet words of how beautiful pleasure read across your face and how he vowed to continue until you shook beneath him. Which you did each and every time. But as you thought of his hands drawing swifter across your clit, one finger bent to your g-spot, you became mindless to your surroundings. 

"Ahhh..." You moaned, a whimper more than a broadcast of ecstasy as a sudden hand wrapped around your wrist to still you. Your pulse paused as your eyes shot open and a blush filled your cheeks. 

"Is THIS what you do all day while I'm gone?" He questioned, more amused that antagonized. 

"Drew-" 

"No baby...I heard you clear enough. You want Rafe..." He controlled the motion of your hand, promoting you to pleasure yourself through his guidance. 

"Jesus, you look so good when you wanna come..." 

"Drew..." He paused, moving closer with a hand to the back of your hair. 

"You wanted Rafe. So fucking take him." He forced his way upwards, your body thrust to the edge of the sofa as he held you at his zipper. Your fingers gebgerly peeled the tab to a slow descent before his angry cock came to view. 

"Did I say to stop your fingers? I worked all day and you decided to have all the fun. I don't see why I need to do any more work than necessary." He tightened your locks around his fingers as he lowered just as you took a hold of his shaft. A flex felt in your grasp making you gasp to the uncharacteristic dominance he usually had solely in compassion. 

"Get yourself close. I know you're good enough to multitask for me..." He lifted his other hand to your jaw, the ringed finger tracing the curve towards your chin before retracting. 

"But you say any name but the one you want and I'll bruise that pretty little throat so deeply that you won't have to worry about getting it wrong again." With your understanding shown by the advancement made to his cock, he teased you with his tip. 

"You know better than to keep from answering me."

"Yes..." You spoke softly, almost fearfully, with gluttonous eyes returning to his cock. 

"You just can't wait for it can you? Then again, I already know that since you stained our couch being so ..." He scoffed. 

"Beg for it..."

"Please..."

"Like you want to please me...not just because you're a whore for it and want it to make you come...like it has every night you've wanted. This is for me...so ask for me.."

"Let me please you..."

"Who?" He asked, a grin and eyes synonymous with the mischief of his words. 

"Rafe..." He exhibited approval by the sudden thrust made into your mouth. But after only a few pumps, he directed himself to the couch beside you. 

"Yes...Just like that...shit..." He groaned in approval before striking your ass. 

"Why aren't your fingers working that little clit, hmmm?" But as you reached to amend this, he hit it away. 

"Lucky for you, I want to feel just how wet you got thinking about me..." He watched your eyes rose to him. 

"Keep taking me baby...might just come for ya..." You rolled your eyes in pleasure before returning to him. His expression altered to split focus as he looked for his hand and the way his finger glistened once pulling it from you, only to witness you shift everytime he set it back inside. He basked in this for only a handful of moments until directing his attention to your clit. 

"You thought you could come without me? We both know it isn't as good..."

You nodded. "If watching you moan like that didn't make me so fucking hard, you wouldn't be getting anything. But you know how it affects me...you're choking on the evidence…" He pulled you to his expression, cock left in only your hand. 

"Look at me..." He quickened his fingers, the perfect friction pulling your orgasm to the front. 

"Fuck!"

"You really are desperate for it, aren't you baby? You're dripping down your own thighs for me..." He pulled you teasing towards his lips to feel your breath against his mouth. His fingers ungodly in pace as he continued. 

"How about I make you pour down em...yeah?" Your eyes rolled as he offered the question just as Rafe would have, the clench of your inner walls making him scoff. 

"Ride me." You groaned in approval, hurrying to position yourself before he stopped you. 

"Drew-" He took hold of your hair. 

"Bad girl...your sweet little pussy is gonna ache now..." He took himself deeply inside of you, forcing you to take him at depth as you came almost immediately. And yet behind your high, he took you through that overstimulation. 

"It's too much!"

"You didn't want to listen...you keep coming until I tell you to stop-" He commanded with a slap to your ass as you whimpered and moaned beneath him. 

"Fuck-" he grunted, lifting you from the couch and onto counter adjacent the small living space. Bending you over it, he took you this way. 

"Ah!" 

"That's right baby...I want all our neighbors to hear you...so fucking jealous they don't get to make you sound this way..." He bit softly into your shoulder as he lost himself in the way you clenched around him. Another swat to your ass correcting you for him. 

"Oh baby...baby!  I'm gonna-" He slowed, edging you as you gripped your fingers around the island within the kitchen. 

"Not yet." He growled, lowering behind you and drawing illustrations with his tongue. 

"Drew!" He bit into your sensitive flesh. 

"Rafe…oh...Rafe…." He savored you completely, your clit swollen and left throbbing as he continued until that familiar orgasm came once more. Only now, he raised just before allowing you to wash over his tongue. 

"Please..." He ignored your plea with a chuckle before tearing the straps of your shirt low until it bunched below your breasts. He turned you to face him. 

"You got to play with yourself without me. Only fair I get a turn..." Your eyes rolled as he twisted and sucked each nipple. 

"Please..."

"We're gonna need a new carpet because of you baby...and you haven't even come yet..."

"I'm gonna..."

"Oh yeah? From this?" He pulled your breasts as you offered an orgasmic expression. 

"Oh shit, you could...maybe I'll let you..." You nodded. 

"Aww...you're so desperate..." 

"Ah...mmmm...Baby..."

"Tell me.."

"I'm gonna come...I'm gonna fucking come..." Your lips parted, a harsh grasp caused by his cock thrust inside of you once again. 

"On me. only me. My girl knows this..." He lifted you onto the counter, finally bringing you to that cusp alongside him. 

"Please! Don't stop!"

"Not this time baby...I'm not waiting another fucking second to come....and your gonna take it..."

"Yes!"

"Every fucking drop!"

"Yes baby!"

"Why? Because you're my little whore aren't you? Wanna be fucked everyday in anyway just to come."

"Yes...yours..."

"Then I know you aren't gonna be quiet...I wanna head you....I know it's fucking close..."

"Right...NOW! OoooH! FUCK! AH!"  You silenced as the orgasm took hold of every nerve until you were left trembling. His body set off immediately as he spurt into you, dripping as he pulled out. 

"Oh my God..."

"You prefer Rafe, huh?" He asked with a smirk. 

"Why decide when I can have both?" You teased, stroking him again. 

"Baby..."

"Now I want Drew...my sweet..." He collected your dual cum from his cock and sucked it off of your finger as his eyes rolled, "Sweet Drew..." He tightened his jaw, pulling you into the bedroom and reminding you why you favored Drew just a little bit more...

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 8/8

This story will have an Epilogue!!!! 😭

⚠️Warning ⚠️

18+

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

Enjoy!

Apperently Ruben and his team were already in London when he called you yesterday. Stevenage was only an hour away by car, so now he was here, asleep in your bed. You watched him when he slept, his chest heaving up and down with his slow breathing. You placed a hand to his naked torso, running it down his washboard abs. Ruben's body stirrded with your motion, but did not awake, or at least he did not open his eyes.

"What time is it?" He grunted, voice deep and heavy in the morning.

"Early." You smiled.

One eye flung open. "Too early to cuddle?"

You bit your lip and shook your head.

Ruben's arms stretched for you across the matress. He pulled you closer, your chest against his chest. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Ruben."

"You look beautiful."

"Don't lie."

He frowned.

"No one looks beautiful in the morning Ruben, well....maybe except for you."

"And you." He tugged you closer, although it was physically impossible. "We're both beautiful people. Life is such a struggle for us."

You giggled, then made the effort to get on top of him. His eyes were fully open now as his hands moved up and down your thighs.

"Good morning."

"You already said that."

"I know." He grinned. "I'm just a messenger, someone else wants you."

You gasped a little as something pocked your back. Looking behind, you saw Ruben's full fledged erection trying to escape his boxers. You turned back to him. "I want you to meet my parents today."

"Um, okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." He nodded, a bit distracted.

You pushed your palms against his chest, sliding backwards until you had his cock between your legs. "You must know that they're just normal people my parents."

"Mhm...sure baby."

You were grinding your hips, moving them slowly against his shaft.

"Normal people, like you and me?" He asked, trying to keep up with what you were telling him. But as you've come to learn through your facetime calls, Ruben was terrible at multitasking when horny.

"No, normal people like me." You mumbled.

Ruben threw his head back, his hands helping guide your hips to rock themselves faster against him. You paused. "Do you want to come like this or inside me?"

He raised his head from the pillow, meeting your eyes. "Inside." His head bobbed up and down. "Definitely inside."

You raised yourself to sit in a crouching position, legs spread for Ruben to see you push your panties aside, revealing how wet you were for him. You sat back down but struggled to have him inside you right away.

"Slowly baby, take it slow."

He was big, big and wide.

"Fuck, you feel so good." His hands went under your shirt, groping your breast. "So fucking good."

You were enjoying yourself, but the focus was to please him, to make him feel good.

"Baby not that fast, I'm gonna come right away."

"I want you to come." You let his cock slide in and out of you with the rocking motion of your hips.

"But baby..." He groaned, a vein visible against his throat. "Baby please, don't..." It was too late. Your motions increased, making Ruben sprout his seed into your womb. Of course, the pill you were taking would take care of that asap.

Ruben flipped you over to lay on your back, regarding you curiously. "Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make me come so fast?"

You turned to lay on your side, your head resting in your hand. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

Ruben swiped his thumb across your cheek, removing a dead eyelash "I wanted both of us to come, together."

You shrugged. "Would've taken us too much time."

He frowned. But you ignored him and got up and out of bed. "I have some work to take care of today. We can go to my parents house when I return, but it's best for you to stay in the apartment in the meantime." God knows if somone spotted him outside. Ruben was sitting on the edge of the bed with the sheets between his legs, when you turned back to look at him.

"Can I ask you something?" He said.

"Sure."

You were going through your closet, searching for an outfit to wear for the day. You were glad that Ruben didn't ask so many questions as to why you had so much of your stuff in "Alicia's apartment."

"Yesterday on the phone..."

You stiffened knowing just where the conversation was going.

"....I told you I loved you, but you didn't say it back?" He looked confused, sad and confused. You left the closet and approached him. "Oh bay, I was just stressed. Of course I love you too." You bent down and kissed him, glad that he was kissing you back with equal amount of passion. His words were spoken against your lips. "Good, now let me make you come."

You squealed as his arms wrapped around you, wrestling you back down against the matress. Ruben stayed on top, pulling down the front of his boxers to reveal how hard he still was for you.

"And I'm gonna take as much time as I want with you, got it?"

You smiled. "Yes sir."

********************************************

You went about your day, quite happy with how it started. Ruben knows that you love him and when you introduce him to your parents later tonight you're also gonna tell him the truth about who you really are. He deserves to know.

"Miss?"

"Miss?"

"Yes Simon?"

You peered over your desk to see the little boy, once again, with a pen up his nose.

"It's stuck."

"Of course it is."

You took him to the nurses office, appointing another teacher to guard your class. Upon returning to the classroom  you bumped into...

"Y/N, can I talk to you?"

"If you make it quick Byron?"

He looked remorsful, as if...

"I regret the way I ended things last night. I'm sorry."

You sighed, really having nothing personal against Byron. "Apology excepted. I have to get back to my class."

"I'll lend you the money!" He blurred out.

"Really?"

He nodded.

You folded your arms. "What's the catch?"

"No, catch. You seem to really need it and I'm stupid for not realizing that last night. I put you in an even more uncomfortable spot and I'm sorry."

You uncrossed your arms and approached him. "Enough apologies." Byron's cheek blossomed when you pressed your lips against it. "Thank you. This means more than you know."

It meant the world. All was well. You were gonna pay Mr Siddiq back everything of what you owe. And then you would...."

"Whatta hell is going on?"

"Nina?"

It was your boss, the school principal, marching towards the two of you down the hall.

"Where are all the children?"

"What do you mean?" You looked to Byron who peered into one of the classrooms. "They're gone." He said.

"No shit." Nina hissed. "And where is the rest of my faculty?"

An open window revealed commotion in the school yard. You, Byron and Nina rushed out to see what it was all about.

"Alicia?"

It was Alicia, alongside Ruben. The children and some members of the faculty were surrounding him, asking, no begging him to sign anything of their belonging, shoes, backpacks...

"What are you doing here and why did you bring Ruben?" You asked, through clenched teeth. However your expression softened seeing the look of terror in Alicia's eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry."

You frowned. "For what?"

"They got em'." She sniffled.

"Got who? Who's got who Alicia?"

"I dunno, the fucking national guard or something. Apparently they raided your parents house in search for you. The local police has brought them in for interrogation."

"W...what?" A lump in your throat. Just then Ruben managed to escape the children. "Y/N, what's going on?" He looked both angry and confused, Alicia must have told him the truth.

"Y/N!" The voice of your boss sparked behind you. "What is all this?" She was looking at Ruben and so did Byron. Ruben who was getting ambushed by the children again.

"I...I can explain."

"There is no time." Alicia said, grabbing your hand and dragging you to her car. Ruben fought himself free and ran after you. "Y/N, can you please tell me what's going on?"

It hurt so much, seeing the confusion in his eyes, the confusion you had caused. "I'm not...." You inhaled. "I'm not who you think I am."

He froze, not quite sure what any of that meant.

"I'm a liar Ruben, a fucking liar. I've lied about everything to you. I'm not rich, I'm a kindergarten teacher.

"But...Portugal." He stuttered.

"Portugal was a lie. Everything you saw me buy it was all a facade, all a game to impress you. I've been borrowing money from a man named Muhammed Siddiq, money I can't pay back. And now I've got to the police and turn myself in."

Alicia continued to drag you towards the car.

"Y/N wait!"

He didn't give up. Ruben just refused to let you go. "You and me? Everything that happened between you and me, was that also a lie?"

You shook your head, knowing there was only one way to end things. "I'm sorry. "

His shoulders fell, finally accepting the betrayal.

"Goodbye Ruben."

You and Alicia drove off. Off to confess your many sins.

The End

[fuckwonderlandthisiswar]

Hey there,

If you've ever wondered what it looks like to short circuit irl, I once watched my father attempt to multitask, making breakfast while also brewing his first cup of coffee....I watched in slow motion as he placed a butter pat into the hot pan and proceeded to crack an egg into his coffee and stir it before he stiffened at the realization of what he'd just done.....so yeah, it happens to everyone.

[soft-persephone]

One Lazy Morning: Doug Renetti x Tina Lewis

Step By Step Ch. 2 

// WC .95k // Warning: Almost nude character. Watching someone sleep // Masterlist

Tina did her best to ignore him. 

She had things she needed to do around her house anyway. She was definitely behind on laundry, she should probably go through her fridge and make sure nothings spoiled, and maybe finally set aside those dresses and skirt sets she needed to take to the dry cleaners. 

But there was something about the way he was spread on the bed in her guest room. 

She had opened the blinds in an effort to wake him up, but that did little to stir him from his slumber. His hair shined in the sunlight, making it look even softer and glossier than it normally would. 

He was so tired last night that he fell asleep as soon as his body touched the bed. 

She remembers easing his medallion off his neck and taking his shirt off his shoulders which was not hard since he barely used any of the buttons. 

However, she did not remember going anywhere near his belt or his pants.

But there he was, laying in the sunlight. His hair formed a raven halo around his face. His cheeks a soft red that matched the color of his chest as it unassumingly rose and fell. The sheet was still intact, only keeping him barely modest as his legs lazed behind him, sparsely less hairy than his chest. 

She was encroaching on a private moment witnessed fewer than one hand could count. 

Perhaps rarer than that. 

She turned to go do her laundry. 

Two loads done, she walked by the door once more to find him still soundly asleep. He had moved from his side onto his stomach. His arm supporting his head underneath the pillow at his head, showing off his broad shoulders and expansive back. The new position led his hair to fawn over his face. The stray curls that laid over his nose moved back and forth with each exhale. 

Now was a good time to go through all her clothes and give away what she hasn’t worn in three years. Why just pull aside the dry cleaning? She could multitask. 

It took her surprisingly two hours. It used to at least take up four, and if it wasn’t done by then, she would usually leave everything where it was and just handle it later when she felt like it. 

Today was not her day. 

She mentally pinched herself. 

She had to wake him up. 

He was usually an early riser, and if she let him sleep this much, he might get upset. Since she was the only other person around, he would take it out on her, and she did not feel like getting fussed at. Not after yesterday.

It was the hottest day of the year, and it might have actually broken a record. 

On top of that, their new distributors were trying to fuck them over because of how new their company was. On a normal day when it wasn’t so hot, Tina would have convinced him to cut their losses and just move onto someone else, but he wanted to take things to a different level, so they ‘would learn not to fuck with us’. Which ultimately led to the worst case of fighting fire with fire in an actual fire that was yesterday's heatwave. 

They were running around all day in the sun blackmailing, threatening, and bartering other people to leave or fight this one trucking company.

It may or not have been a mob, and the mob may or may not be their new distributors. 

She sat on the corner of the bed. He was back on his side. The afternoon sun left him in an equally ethereal glow as the morning. One of his arms dangled lazily over the edge of the bed, the other cuddled into his side.

She brushed her hand up and down his chest in slow motions. A groan rumbled in his chest, making the hair on his skin tickle her fingers, but he didn't rise.

She brushed her hand through his hair, surprisingly dry after the day that was yesterday, and softer than it usually was and equally as fluffy. She fanned his hair out of her face with one hand, moving to draw a finger faintly over his lips with the other. Slightly chapped, but otherwise soft. She moved her hand across his cheek, lightly brushing at his eyebrows. 

They furrowed in response, but otherwise, he did not move. 

Going back to running her hand on the expanse of his chest. She eventually resulted in drawing circular movements along his back. 

He was so warm. She mused to herself. 

There were no lines of worry or anger on his forehead. His brows relaxed and even. 

Tina longed to see him like this more. One day when their hard work pays off, he'd look like this forever. The money would flow in constantly and easily. They wouldn't have to worry about appeasing or mob or anybody fuck them over just because they can.

“Tina.” Low and horse. He moved to sit up, keeping a hand at his waist so not to expose himself.

With one movement of his arm, he grabbed her with one large hand and pulled at her shirt. His other hand grabbed her leg, and pulled it around his, so she could straddle his lap. 

Once he had her where he wanted, he buried his face in the crook of her neck. 

The warmth from his skin radiated off of him. Filling every pore and sense she had. His smell, his touch. . . he was overwhelming her senses.

“How long was I asleep?’

“Long enough.” she huffed softly. “Get the fuck of me so I can finish my chores.”

“Fuck chores.” He laughed lowly in her ear.

[lemonluvgirl]

Make Me (Continued...)

So, I got to writing for this story again and it got pretty hot, but then turned surprisingly fluffy and soft. And I know I still need to write another love scene and then probably and epilogue, but all in all I kind of like where this is going.

“What was that for?” he asked, licking his lips like he liked the taste of me on them.

I smirked.

“That was because I always wondered what it would be like to kiss the valedictorian,” I joked.

Peeta tilted his head back and laughed, and at the moment he looked so beautiful it made the spot between my thighs clench.

“I should have known. You only want me for my intelligence,” he said, his voice playing at being wounded but his blue eyes were alight with amusement.

“Now you know my big dark secret,” I said in a playful voice. “Smart guys turn me on,” I added, my shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter.

Peeta raised his eyebrows.

“Oh yeah?” he asked in a husky voice that sent a little thrill through me that settled like languid heat pooling in my lower abdomen.

I nodded, biting my lip again. His eyelids drooped into something more hooded and his hands caressed my back through my shirt.

“I could talk to you about art theory and the techniques used by master painters, or I could recite the history of the evolution of art, from cave paintings to the modern Renaissance,” he told me in a low, seductive voice. I knew he was just kidding, but I almost wished he would start reciting some stupid art facts that were ultimately meaningless to me. I just liked it when he talked to me in that smooth drawl of his.

“How about we find another use for that smart mouth of yours?” I said in a suggestive voice. I was aware of how bold the request was, but then again, he had come to the other side of town, to a seedy bar to ask me out.

I was kind of betting on him wanting to do more than just kiss at this point. His nostrils flared and his hold on me tightened a little.

“Sweetheart, I could do things to you with this mouth that’ll have you singing prettier than the angels before we’re through,” he promised in a silky tone, pulling me backward towards the couch.

“Big talk, but I like a man who can walk the walk better,” I replied, pushing him down so he fell gently against the couch first before I moved to straddle him, my hands pressing down on his shoulders as his larger ones bracketed my waist.

“Katniss, we can take it slow. Go on a few dates,” he offered, in a more gentlemanly tone but the outline of his erection that I felt through my shorts and his jeans told a different story.

I shook my head.

“I’d like to keep going,” I told him as I leaned down, and kissed his neck before I began to suck on his pulse point to emphasize my intentions.

He swore, as his hips gave an involuntary upward thrust. I let out a small moan of my own when our centers collided. I dropped my hips then, seeking the exquisite friction of his hardness once more, as I slowly started to grind against him in time to the workings of my mouth on the skin of his neck. His hands wandered down, gliding over my back and hips, and stopped to cup my ass as he tugged me closer to him.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I don’t want to stop either,” he admitted. One of his hands ventured further then, coming around front to slip up the inside of my shorts, skimming across my inner thigh and stopping when he could feel the outline of my slit through my soaked panties.

“Oh,” He groaned, tracing my lower lips with his middle finger, “you’re as turned on as I am,” he said, almost to himself, as he played with me, making me lose my concentration. My lips fell away from his neck as I instinctively rocked my hips in time with the motion of his hand. Peeta leaned forward and captured my lips with his mouth, while his other hand snuck under my shirt to palm my breasts alternatively. I reveled in the way he multitasked. He kissed me so well, played with my hard nipples through my thin, unpadded bra, and his other hand didn’t let up on teasing my wet folds through my underwear.

I was so wet, and his movements felt so good, his tongue in my mouth, his fingers over my breasts, and my lower lips, but I wanted more.

I reached for the button on my shorts and quickly worked them open, Peeta made an appreciative sound in the back of his throat and helped me drag the shorts off my hips. He dipped his hand down the front of my underwear, as he cupped me in his palm.

He dragged two fingers through my wet folds, back to front, before slowly circling my swollen clit.

“Ahhh!” I cried out, as more wetness trickled from between my legs as he touched me just where I needed him to.

“Yes,” I hissed, rocking in his lap.

“You’re so wet for me. Practically dripping. Did you ruin these panties just for me, sweetheart?” Peeta crooned in a slightly smug voice.

I growled into the skin of his shoulder, and bit him through his shirt, making him swear.

“Finger fuck me already, golden boy,” I ordered before I took his earlobe in my mouth and sucked on it. He choked on his saliva then, and bucked up against me harder, making me mewl in pleasure, but when he finally thrust his thick finger inside of me I cried out. Loud enough to disturb the neighbors, I was sure.

“Golden boy huh?” he teased, as I rode his hand at a fast pace, plunging up and down vigorously while his thumb circled my clit.

“Homecoming king, valedictorian, captain of the wrestling team,” I panted as I fucked myself on his fingers. “Need I say more?” I added, circling my hips and pressing down on him through his jeans, making sure to brush his hard-on with each pass.

“You-ah-never seemed all that impressed in high school,” he said, his voice thick and his hips straining upwards towards mine. But his eyes were confused as he looked into mine.

It made me pause for a second.

“I wasn’t really impressed by your accomplishments. It was your kindness that got to me. The fact that you could be all those things and a decent human being,” I told him, hand traveling down to rest over his pounding heart. Then I tilted my face up and kissed him softly, sweetly.

He blinked, as I pulled away, his eyes filled with emotion.

“That’s why I always liked you. Because you saw into the heart of a person. You were never impressed with the pointless bullshit,” he whispered, resting his forehead against mine.

I shrugged, I didn’t know if that was really true. I thought everyone tended to be biased and looked at the world from their own perspective. But I knew I saw Peeta clearly. I felt like he saw me clearly too. 

Peeta inhaled deeply and released a soft sigh.

“Can I eat you out?” he asked in a soft voice and I made a surprised noise in my throat. I hadn’t been expecting that even though we had discussed it when all this started.

“Um, sure,” I said, squirming a little because his finger was still inside me, and my body was thrumming with pent-up energy from the long pause I had instigated in the middle of our activities.

“Okay, lay back,” Peeta said, his voice slightly breathless, excited even.

I did as he asked, laying back until my head hit the couch cushion. He pulled my shorts and underwear off simultaneously. Then he gently pried my knees apart to look at me. I tried not to be self-conscious but there was always that awkward moment when someone saw you naked for the first time, that made me want to crawl out of my skin.

Peeta however put me at ease rather quickly.

“Oh Sweetheart, you’re so pretty and wet. So fucking sexy,” he said, tracing my swollen lower lips with his index finger and making me whimper.

Then he licked his finger and moaned.

“I’m gonna love this,” he said before he reached underneath me and hauled me towards him by my ass. He placed my legs on his shoulders and licked his lips before diving in literally face first.

He didn't bother with soft, cautious licks. He gorged on my pussy like there was no tomorrow. I had never been eaten out so eagerly, and it showed.

I chanted a chorus of ‘Oh my gods’ up at the ceiling while Peeta lapped and sucked and plunged his tongue into me. I felt my muscles and inner walls tightening and throbbing in time with his ministrations. He was thorough, paying equal attention to my clit as he did to my lips and entrance, even adding his fingers for extra stimulation.

He flicked his tongue back and forth against my clit, while two of his fingers searched inside me for that soft spongy spot that would make me scream. I moaned embarrassingly loud when he finally hit the right spot, but I didn’t come right away.

“Come for me, Katniss. Come all over my face, I wanna feel you squeezing my fucking fingers while they’re inside you!” He commanded, massaging my walls with his fingers, and I was close so, so close, but I had never responded well to orders.

I looked up at him, his blue eyes burning into me as he stared down at me with his face between my legs.

“Make me,” I panted, in a challenging voice, just like the one he used at the bar when he didn’t back down from Gale. “Why don’t you fucking make me come, golden boy?” I said, and his eyes narrowed at me, while his mouth latched onto my clit and he sucked hard, at the same time he rotated his fingers and then curled them inside of me.

I came in a delirious rush then, shouting his name while he licked me through my orgasm.

Peeta pulled back to survey me as my legs fell in boneless heaps on either side of him. My head rolled tiredly as I looked up at his smiling face.

“Did you like that?” He asked smugly. I just rolled my eyes at him.

“Give me a minute, then it’ll be my turn to make you,” I promised and his answering smile was more blinding than the sun.

~

I huffed out a few tired breaths, as Peeta shifted in front of me.

I caught him trying to hide a wince as he readjusted himself in his jeans.

With the way his erection was straining against them, I almost winced for him too.

That had to be uncomfortable.

“Here,” I said, moving forward to rest my weight on one hand as I reached out to unzip his jeans with the other. “Let me help.”

Peeta caught my hand, and the action caused me to look up into his eyes.

“Only if you want to. I don’t do quid pro quo when it comes to sex, Katniss. You don’t owe me any favors.” He said seriously.

At that statement, my inner estimation of his character rose a few good points. I hated guys who felt they were entitled to sex after a few minutes of messing around.

I gave him a little smile, that I hoped was just the slightest bit mischievous in nature.

“Oh, believe me, I want to. Besides, I said I was gonna make you and I am a woman of my word.” I told him teasingly.

He grinned back at me and released my hand. Together we worked his jeans open, his hands on the button, and mine on his fly.

When they were finally undone, his poor constrained hard-on popped free like a wild animal being set loose from its cage. Peeta breathed a sigh of relief while I gulped nervously. Even though it was still covered by his navy blue boxer briefs, I was slightly intimidated by his sizable bulge.

“Why are you looking at it like that?” Peeta asked with a nervous laugh.

“Sorry! It’s just…a bit bigger than I imagined.” I admitted.

“Oh, you were imagining me?” He asked, blue eyes flashing, and his overall expression was gratified and amused.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head.” I snarked, rolling my eyes and leaning forward to brace my weight on my knees as I pushed him to lean back against the couch with my other.

“Too late,” He quipped, falling back without a fight, but then his breath caught in his throat when I reached out to caress him with my right hand.

He was warm and weighty in my hand, hard and thicker than I anticipated. I could already tell he was blessed more with thickness than length, but that was fine by me. Being a small girl, I wasn’t too interested in long, giant cocks. They tended to be more trouble than they were worth. Always bumping my cervix painfully or making it super difficult to breathe if I went down on a guy.

I was going to enjoy going down on Peeta, though. I could already tell.

But first I wanted to tease him a bit and build up the anticipation. So I slid my hands up his muscular thighs slowly and massaged his tantalizingly firm legs.

“Take off your shirt,” I ordered and he complied without hesitation, reaching back behind him and whipping it off one-handed in a very sexy little display.

But what was even sexier was his chest…so broad and well-built, with just a light smattering of curly blond chest hair. The defined line between his pecs looked delicious, and I crawled into his lap to kiss it.

Peeta let out a low chuckle that rumbled in his chest, but it soon turned breathy as I continued to kiss my way down his body, enjoying the feeling of his toned stomach and the soft tickle of his dark blond happy trail against my lips.

I lingered over the skin right above his waistband, licking into the start of the indent near his hip, pulling a strained moan from his flustered mouth, and making his dick twitch in his shorts. There was a good-sized wet spot spreading out from the tip of his covered hard-on.

“Katniss?” He asked, like a question or a plea and I looked up to see an expression of barely contained need on his face. I decided to stop torturing him.

As I peeled Peeta’s boxers over his straining and already leaking cock, I was more than happy to see that while he was a little above average in length, he was also beautifully thick.

Which shouldn’t have been a surprise, given how stocky and solidly built Peeta’s body type was. His penis was a nice flushed dark pink color at the tip and the lines of veins along his shaft made saliva pool in my mouth with the urge to trail my tongue along his length and taste them.

I let out a small appreciative sound as I lowered myself down to do just that.

I flicked my tongue out, licking a fine line from the base to the beginning of his crown, tracing the tip against a long vein and Peeta let out a groan that tapered off into something like a whimper. His skin was warm, velvety, and slightly musky tasting in his own unique way. Peeta's scent and taste were deliciously male, with notes of spices and herbs like cinnamon, and anise.

“Ugghh,” He groaned in a lamenting tone, “I am seriously worried about how quickly this is gonna be over once you put your mouth on me.” He said, sounding a bit embarrassed.

I placed a quick kiss to his crown in reassurance. “That’s ok. You made me come with your mouth faster than I ever have from oral before, so you don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Really? That’s good to know-oh-fuck!” He cut himself off from cursing more when I slipped his head past my lips and started to move him in and out of my mouth slowly.

With him fully in my mouth, I got more of that salty, earthy flavor as it burst across my tongue, making my mouth water even more. Peeta moaned and his hips flexed instinctually, his length tipping forward past my soft pallet but then he seemed to regain control and he sank back down before he could hit the back of my throat.

“Sorry,” He murmured, dragging a hand over his eyes, while his other hand flexed and gripped the couch cousin so tightly his knuckles whitened.

I squeezed his thigh in response, to let him know I was fine and wasn’t upset. He let out a slow breath as I continued working more of his length into my mouth. What I couldn’t fit I covered with my hand (or I tried to, he was so wide I couldn’t cover him with my hand completely) and worked his foreskin back and forth in a steady rhythm while I alternated sucking and licking his crown.

His breathing picked up and I watched the muscles of his abdomen clench on and off as I worked him.

“Uggh that's amazing. You're amazing.”

I tilted my head up to peer at him from beneath my eyelashes and caught his expression of intense pleasure and wonder. I let him go from my mouth with a wet pop.

“You’re just saying that because I’ve got your dick in my mouth.” I teased with a grin. But he shook his head adamantly and reached out to grab my hand and thread his fingers through mine.

“I’m not. You always look beautiful. And sexy. But right now? You’re blowing my goddam mind, not just my dick, sweetheart. I can’t believe this is happening, let alone that you want this.”

“I do,” I replied gently, holding eye contact with him. “I want you.” I added before opening my mouth and curling my tongue around his crown, then sliding up to lap at his slit.

He panted my name, squeezing my hand hard, to let me know he was close. I lowered my mouth over him again, taking as much of his length as I could, and started sucking in earnest, which prompted Peeta to let out a series of grunts and moans.

Without letting up from sucking him, I reached down with my hands and unbuttoned my shirt quickly, unclasping my thin bralette and letting it fall away at the same time my shirt did. I released him from my mouth for the last time but kept my hand pumping his length. The chords of his neck stood out against his pale skin and his cheeks took on a ruddy, flushed color.

“Let’s see how good of an artist you still are.” I told him with a wink, as I let go of him, but I wasn’t sure he even heard me. He was too close to the edge. I did notice his eyes registering the sight of my naked breasts, and he let out a feral groan before taking himself in hand and pumping himself quickly and roughly a few times, his eyes still locked on my chest as he erupted.

Long lines of creamy white fluid splashed across my chest, warm and oddly comforting in a way. My eyes took in the sight of Peeta’s blissed-out expression, as his quick breathing died down. I felt myself slip into a pleasantly relaxed state of my own.

One where I felt proud and content with everything that had happened between us.

And when he pulled me close and used his own discarded shirt to clean my skin before he kissed me, long and sweet, I also felt a strange stirring inside my chest.

It was warm and effusive and it spread quickly down to my fingertips as he gathered me up and tucked me against his chest while we both took a moment to rest.

I rarely liked to linger after sex with anyone (not that I’d felt comfortable enough to do this sort of thing with more than a couple of guys). This time I didn’t get the automatic urge to bolt and go back to my place. With Peeta, it felt different. It felt like more.

It was strange because with me instincts came first, and feelings second, if at all. But Peeta Mellark seemed to have a knack for pulling them out of me with almost no effort.

And for making me want to stay.

~

“Do you wanna stay?” Peeta’s gentle voice brought me back to reality after many minutes of floating along with my pleasantly drifting thoughts. 

“Um,” I answered unsurely. 

“We don’t have to do anything else. We could just watch a movie. Hang out.” 

“Netflix and chill?” I said, as I turned around to face him and arched an eyebrow at him. 

He smiled indulgently, amusement sparking in his eyes that were still slightly dazed, as the apples of his cheeks glowed red with a lingering flush that made his light freckles stand out more. 

“Because if that’s your grand plan I hate to tell you, we did it all out of order,” I told him biting back a grin. 

“Did we? I thought we were spending a nice wholesome time together, but I guess I was wrong. You just used me for sex!” He joked and I hit him playfully on the shoulder. 

“Whatever, Mr. I could do things to you with this mouth that will have you singing like the angels,” I replied, shaking my head at him, trying my best not to laugh. 

“I’m gonna feel real used if you don’t at least attempt to make it seem like you want me for something other than my great oral skills.” He joked and I couldn’t help but laugh at the double meaning behind his words. 

“Ok, ok. You really want me to stay and watch some trash tv, I’m gonna need another beer.” I told him relenting. “And some chips or something,” I added, when my stomach began to rumble. 

“Done and done.” He said, planting a chaste kiss on my cheek before moving out from underneath me and pulling his jeans and boxers unabashedly before lumbering off to the kitchen. 

It was only after he left that I realized I was still mostly naked and disheveled. I took stock of myself and reached down hastily to gather up my discarded clothes from the floor. 

I blushed hotly when I remembered the enthusiasm with which I had taken it all off and then allowed Peeta to come across my chest. What in the world had come over me? I’d never been that brazen or wanton with anyone before. 

“Do you have a bathroom I can use?” I called out nervously. 

“Down the hall, first door on the left.” Peeta’s voice called back over the small sounds of him puttering around in the kitchen. 

I dragged my shorts up and tossed my shirt on before I scurried off to the bathroom and closed the door behind me swiftly, leaning my weight against it and reaching out to flick on the light. 

My head was full of questions and uncertainties. 

What was this? Why hadn’t I just left right after? 

I looked at myself in the mirror, frowning at the bright-eyed girl with kiss-swollen lips and messy hair that stared back at me. 

She looked like a right mess, but she was practically glowing with satisfaction. There was a strange lingering softness about her eyes that told a story I wasn’t ready to hear yet. 

“Just one episode. A couple of beers, and then you go home. Don’t turn this into something it’s not.” I watched myself mouth the words to the girl in the mirror, willing her to lose that doe-eyed dreamy expression. 

I set about fixing my clothes. My panties were a lost cause so I just stuffed them in my back pocket and worked my bra back on instead before rebuttoning my shirt correctly. 

I splashed some cool water on my face and rebraided my hair. When all of that was done I gave myself one last stern look in the mirror. 

“Keep your clothes on,” I muttered before leaving the bathroom and gingerly making my way back to the living room. 

Peeta was waiting for me with an impressive spread laid out over his coffee table. 

I saw a tray piled high with sandwiches and three different kinds of chips, plus two more cold beers sweating over their coasters. 

“What’s this?” I asked curiosity and hunger getting the better of me. My empty stomach practically dragged me forward with an invisible hand. 

“Best ham sandwich you’ll ever eat,” Peeta replied, beckoning me closer. “It’s got goat cheese, smoked ham, a special pepper jam, and arugula on a fresh baguette from the bakery.” 

My mouth started watering at the description and I immediately parked myself on the couch beside Peeta, awkwardness and uneasiness forgotten for the moment as I reached out to pick up one. 

The first bite drew a moan from my lips. The creaminess of the goat cheese blended perfectly with the salty savoriness of the ham. And the spicy pepper jam took the whole thing to new heights. 

“Damn, that’s good,” I commented around a mouthful, as I picked up a spare plate and loaded it up with another sandwich and some chips. 

“Glad to hear it. Now, what do you feel like watching?” Peeta asked with an elated smile. 

~

We ended up rewatching a few episodes of The Walking Dead. This put me at ease because it was definitely not the kind of thing you’d watch on a first date. So it was fine. 

“Yeah, but all I’m saying is that trick with the deer was so pointless. It was nothing more than audience scare tactics.” 

“Well, they’ve been at it for a few seasons. At some point, they’re going to run out of stuff to do..” 

“Still. I don’t see why they had to pull that stunt after they offed Glen. He was my favorite. I lost so much interest after that. And then the deer thing just pissed me off. That’s why I stopped watching. Rick and them had just lost too much. What was the point of going on?” 

A strong arm wrapped itself comfortingly around my shoulders at that and maybe it was our easy conversation, or maybe it was the two beers and copious amounts of good food I’d stuffed myself with but instead of pulling away, I snuggled in closer. 

“Yeah, they lost a lot. But look at what they still had. Look at how they persevered and went on to build something good out of all the chaos and craziness. They kept hope alive despite all they suffered. It’s incredibly admirable.” Peeta said in a soothing tone, as he smoothed a hand down over my hair before pressing a light kiss to my temple. 

“I guess,” I replied, eyes dropping tiredly. Another kiss landed on my hairline as my head slipped down. 

“Yeah, well Neagan still deserves an arrow through the eye. I hope Darrel gets to shoot him one of these days…” I murmured as I drifted off against Peeta’s shoulder, saturated in warmth and a feeling of security that I hadn’t known for a long time. 

~

I woke with a start in the middle of the night, some part of my mind aware that I was not in my bed at home. I realized I must have fallen asleep at some point and Peeta had carried me to his bed. 

I was in Peeta Mellark’s bed and it was-I stole a glance at the clock-3:42 am. 

Panic set in and if it hadn't been for the heavy arm slung over my waist, I might have rolled off the bed when my limbs shot out haphazardly. 

As it was, the body that the arm was attached to reacted to my frantic movements by pulling me back from the edge, and into the safe haven of Peeta’s body. 

His warm hand splayed over my stomach above my shirt that had ridden up and his front pressed against my back, allowing for the perfect space for me to nestle my smaller, softer form against his larger, firmer one if I so chose. 

My senses pricked up and I listened to the steady sound of Peeta’s deep breaths, as well as the slow, rhythmic thump of his heartbeat when I turned my head back to press against his chest. 

Ba-dum Ba-dum Ba-dum 

The steady sound played like a metronome against the soft sounds of the night. The soft whir of the air conditioner, the chirp of insects outside his window, and the distant call of an owl filled my ears and had a tranquilizing effect on me. 

Slowly, I slipped back into the calm that I had on the couch with Peeta’s arms around me and I fell back into sleep with dreams peppered with sweet and alternately erotic images. 

Peeta’s shy smile from the bar interspersed with the image of his blue eyes shot through with heat and desire as he looked up at me from between my legs, his lips red and wet with my release. 

It was one of the strangest nights of my life, where my body couldn’t quite decide if it was happy to be coaxed into a pleasant comatose condition or an agitated state of lingering low-level arousal.  

Still, it was some of the best sleep I had gotten in a long time. 

~

[lexloveade]

a few centimeters at a time ( part 4 / ? )

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His tongue danced with yours as the both of you embraced, kisses turning wet and messy, hands exploring, this was everything you could have ever wished. Alex had you right where he wanted, though you could easily fight back from his grip, he knew you loved the hold he had on you. 

Alex frees your hands from his grasp, letting his hand glide along the side of your face, down your body line, as his hands come to a slow stop at your thigh. With now both of his hands holding onto your thighs, he picks you up letting your legs straddle around him. Without breaking his lips apart from yours, he leads the both of you over onto the bed and sits down leaving you nested nicely on his lap. You shift yourself so that you're sitting on one of his thighs, his hands entangled in your hair while your kisses intensify. You start to move your hips back and forth leaving you with a buzz from each other's friction, Alex notices your sneaky little self-pleasure and places his hands firmly on your hips.

“Follow my lead,” he whispers.

His hands move your hips back and forth, you let yourself loose to obey this new pace he’s set for you, loving the sweet pain of his strong grasp on your body. Alex could hear little whimpers and sweet moans escape from your lips, he loved hearing you struggle to contain yourself. 

He frees your hips from his grasp, now playing with the end of your shirt. You still maintained the same tempo he had you at simply because it felt too good to stop. With Alex’s gaze aimed at your torso while watches you ride yourself on him, he begins to take off your shirt, slipping it over your head and tossing it behind you. You slow your rhythm to make it easier for him to undress you, he starts to plant kisses on your chest tracing over the hickies he left before. Placing one hand on your waist with the other undoing your bra clasp, you feel your bra band loosen as he gets it undone and slides the straps off your shoulders. Before you knew it your lace bra was thrown on the floor not too far from your shirt, with Alex placing new marks along the vacant spaces of your skin. 

His hands seemed to be always busy with something when it came to you, he was quite the multitasker today considering he was painting your chest again while his hands were occupied undoing your jeans. A smile starts to form on your face when you hear the noise of a button being undone and your zipper being pulled down. Alex arises from finishing his last couple of paintings on you, suddenly picking you up and flipping you around onto the bed. Taking note that there was an almost primal look in his eyes as he began to take off your jeans and throw them on the floor.

Your blue lace trim panties now met his eyes, his favorite color. You purposely had bought a couple for special occasions like this, luckily you just happened to be wearing one of those pairs at this moment, lucky you. Alex gently separates your closed legs, admiring his new view, and begins to run his index and middle finger over the fabric covering your slit. You twitch as he slides over the wet spot on your panties, he was gentle with his touch yet it still sent surges through your body and made goosebumps form on your skin. His fingers trailed up feeling around for your clit, he made sure to keep his touches soft knowing how sensitive you probably were, he didn't want you to end up finishing before he even had the chance to start. Your hands start grabbing the sheets as Alex begins to make slow, circular motions on your clit; strengthening your grip whenever his touch glides over specific spots making your body jerk. He struggled deciding what to focus on, deciding where to slide his fingers next or to keep his sight locked on your quivering body, watching how every one of his slightest movements tore you down little by little. Your dripping wet panties separating him from your slicked love spot, how your thighs began to quiver with his touch, his intense craving for you made him barely be able to contain himself.

Alex grabs onto your panties, gently holding onto each side to not tear them, even though he was nearing the line of desperation where tearing them off your body was starting to sound like a reasonable option. Gliding them down your legs and eventually tossed onto the floor, you closed your legs trying to hide at least some parts of you, now completely bare with nothing to cover you and this was still the nerve-wracking part whenever the both of you did this dance. With his gaze back on you, he places his hands on your knees opening your legs once more. His eyes widen slightly as he sees the full extent of what he’s caused, your wetness transferring onto your thighs from your overflow of juices. Alex begins to give light kisses on the insides of your legs, giving one kiss to the left, then another to the right, to make sure they both received an equal amount of his touch. Ending at the front of your entrance, he takes a moment to gaze upon your hidden beauty, now glistening in your liquids with your slightly swollen clit above.

Repositioning his hands, he grabs the underside of one of your thighs so he could feel you tremble, and uses his other hand for your pleasure. Using his fingers, he gently slides over your folds, slightly separating them to look at the source of your wetness. His fingers tease your opening but refuse to enter so you could want him more. He hasn't even gone in you and his fingers were already coated in your liquid desire. Upon noticing this his mouth started to water, he would do anything just to get a small taste of you. Alex’s mouth is drawn towards your clit, he knows you love it when you can feel his tongue send tingles through you. He softly kisses your lips, making his way up and tracing his tongue around your clitoris. Occupied stimulating your upper half, you can still feel that his fingers haven't strayed far. His middle finger flirting with your needy chamber paired with his tongue playing with you made a knot form in your stomach with growing intensity. His finger finally slipping his way into your warm, slippery, tight walls, made your back arch from the sudden shock. Though it was only one finger, this whole time he’s spent riling you up made this sensation hard to manage, only being able to resist finishing right then and there by clenching bundled sheets in your fist even harder.

You selfishly aided him in his kissing act, moving your hips so that his tongue licks just the right spot that makes your eyes want to roll to the back of your head and bite your lip. His finger takes its sweet time, slowly sliding in and out of you with no difficulty, putting into consideration that you had made more than enough to make things of this sort glide along easily. Alex releases his mouth from your clit, making a small ‘pop’ sound paired with a mix of his spit and your juice stringing along from the suction he had on you. His finger followed shortly after, but not before he let it linger in you a little longer so you could savor every moment of him before he pulled back out. Tongue sore, fingers soaked, he decided to stop now because he still wanted to make sure there was time for him to enjoy your sensations before you got tired out. 

Alex makes his way up your body, now face to face with you to trap you in his kisses that now lingered of your sweet taste. His jeans now pressing against your vulva, you could feel how firm he had gotten as he sensually moved his hips around grinding on you, letting out small groans and hearing an occasional breathy sounding “fuck..” in between kisses as he feels tingles of pleasure flow through him. He was so turned on he didn't even care that his jeans were getting stained from your liquids, what he was feeling was so addictive that he just considered it something to deal with for another time; As he obviously had his mind on other things.

He had enough. Unlocking his lips from yours he sits up, leaving you staring at the ceiling slightly in confusion. Your eyes peek over to see what he’s doing as you hear rustling, then your heart drops as you hear the sound of metal clinking. You watch as Alex begins to undo his belt right before your eyes, you feel slightly embarrassed considering you couldn't even get the strap out of his buckle without feeling like you were about to melt. The sounds of leather scratching against denim as it slithered through his belt loops and eventually onto the floor to meet with the rest of your clothing fill the room, followed by him slightly struggling to take off his jeans out of desperation, leaving him in nothing but his shirt and boxers encasing a noticeable erection. Pulling the front of his boxers down so you could see his hard member spring out. His tip shiny and dripping with precum, it was obvious that he was more than ready for you, then letting it join the rest of your clothes.

Coming back down, putting his hands under your chin so you’re forced to look him in the eyes, you can feel his throbbing boner slide against your lips. The both of you had gotten so slick that the way you glided against each other sent shocks through each of you. Suddenly you notice Alex’s eyes start to scan the room as if he was looking for something, it didn't take you long to put two and two together and realize he was looking for rubbers. 

“Are you looking for protection?” you ask

“ *sigh* Yeah, but to be honest with you I think they’re in that box next to the doorway we left behind,” he groaned as he puts his fingers against his forehead, slowly starting to regret not just unpacking everything from the start. 

“Well,,” you say, as he peeks over to you waiting for you to finish

“I wasn't going to tell you because I didn't think it was that important honestly, but uhm...

I’m on the pill..”

[official-amadoxjigen]

kara characters as my wendy’s shift

Jigen

General manager

Zero customer service. He doesn’t do it. If you call the store, he won’t answer.

If you come up to complain about an order, he says “i find that hard to believe” and kicks you out of the store.

No refunds

No flaps on the boxes

Does not care about requested time off, other priorities, school, emergencies, etc when writing the schedule.

It doesn’t matter how many weeks in advance you put it in. He will read it in front of you and proceed to ignore it.

Charges you if you lose your shirt or hat.

Manager meals are $10 or under. This is not company policy. It’s Jigen policy.

Despite this the store is still bleeding money.

Any position he does he is confusingly slow at.

Rarely puts himself online.

If he does he will only do orders and back reg.

Hobby is sitting in the office and walking around the store every hour or so to tell everyone what they’re doing wrong.

Always goes to the bank himself. Amado is not allowed to leave the store. He knows he may never return.

Amado

Opening manager

Who also closes, often back to back

He really wants to write the schedule, but Jigen won’t let him.

Always picking up the slack, doing 3 positions at once

Has been known to get frustrated and yell during a confusing lunch rush, but no one takes him seriously. Often seen being talked back to by teenagers.

Always carrying his clipboard with the schedule and losing it subsequently.

Actually good at his job

Boro

Grill

I’ve never seen an anime character who’s going to come in at 10:30 to do grill all day more than Boro

Definitely does not pay attention to hold times or clean anything behind himself.

Always grabs the wrong spatula

Always forgets to drop potatoes and gets mad when you suggest it to him because “we never sell potatoes”

Doesn’t use gloves when dropping chicken

If he has gloves, does not change them

Washes his hands when directly told to his face to do so

Can do fries in a pinch but will be slow and triggered

Code

Average teenager trained on orders, hand out, and front counter

Believes that not being able to legally drop fries prevents him from getting his own fries and nuggets

Other than that fully capable at all three positions, but will never go out of his way to help any other position

Even in a rush when he clearly has nothing to do, he will stand there silently with a disastrous handout station

Never pulls cars. Stands there like an NPC for seven minutes when waiting on something before asking whatever manager happens to wander into his line of sight what he should do

Best to put him on orders or front because of this even though he starts sassing customers after more than an hour of either position.

You can technically make him do post rush or various prep tasks but be prepared for this to take him way way longer than it ever should.

If you tell him to clean the lobby he’ll go get the trays and come back. If Jigen is there he will wipe down tables too.

Tells Amado when he’s going on his breaks and when he’s off and does not wait for response or acknowledgment.

Surprisingly, has never called off

When Jigen scolds him for something he will overcompensate for the rest of the day. Jigen says to pull more cars? He pulls every car and confuses himself. 

Jigen says to upcharge? Automatically makes every customer’s order a large without asking.

Delta

Thinks you have to kick the nonexistent motion sensor on the wall to open the window.

Can do most positions but will never volunteer herself.

Usually on handout or orders, but ideally fries. She’ll complain no matter what.

A boss at multitasking, but incapable of comprehending when the order gets changed on back reg or the tickets get switched.

If she’s at the window, whatever she’s doing, it is HER window. A total control freak.

Will interrupt you in the middle of taking an order to ask a question she believes needs to be asked.

Expects everyone else to restock for her somehow.

If you tell her to train a new person on handout, she’ll just do orders and handout and make the new person put napkins in the bags and hand out the drinks.

Banned from collecting money since her till is always short.

High ponytail does nothing to prevent hair-in-food accusations

On orders she will put everything in her pockets on the counter for no reason. Phone, wallet, keys, lip gloss, hair ties, drink she’s not supposed to have online.

Leaves twelve half full cups in the break room with her straws stabbed through receipts so no one takes them.

Kashin Koji

Amado’s super reliable friend he hired who calls off on 7/10 shifts

Capable of fries, grill, and sandwiches when he is here

Randomly disappears. When he returns it is discovered he was on his break. 

Why he gets 5 a day, no one knows

A complete non-entity

Was accidentally put on front counter once and actually did nothing.

A better line 2 sandwich maker than line 1

Announces all sandwiches as he gives them to you but he is wrong half the time and there’s no reason for it

“It’s a wait for nuggets” “How long?” “...” *is gone*

Won’t remake sandwiches or fries when asked, will instead engage in a long debate about where the one he made you already would have hypothetically ended up 

[that-salty-ghost]

As Above, So Below | Chapter 8: Night Cap | Viktor [Arcane] // Male Reader | Rating: M Throughout

Maybe it’s the buzz slowly fading or maybe it’s because your mind is finally able to purely focus on Viktor without multitasking, but the blend of both nervousness and calm that he invokes in you is probably one of the most complicated emotions you’ve ever felt.

“Let’s go slow.” You’re perplexed by his answer but reach for a bottle of mixer so you can dilute the vodka he picked out and go at his pace. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you since this morning and I’d like to actually remember what you say.”

It wasn’t a confession, but hearing him express that he’s been equally as excited to talk more is enough to give you the confidence of knowing that you intrigue him just as much as he does you. You’re hoping that time will eventually ease your nerves and allow you to just embrace the comfort that comes with his company. 

Time passes quickly between you two. Viktor matches your wit with grace and carries himself with a sense of self-assuredness that causes you to crave priviness to his thoughts and ideas more and more.

You find that you’re able to bounce off of one another naturally, something you don’t find often unless it’s at your expense. His banter isn’t like that. His is paired with more intelligence and good nature rather than degradation, and you have to admit it’s refreshing to indulge in.

After you’ve both sipped on a couple cocktails each, Viktor points his glass towards the bag of saddles. “Alright, can show me how these things work.” He says it like he’s been thinking about it for a while and you’re amused by his eagerness.

You turn your head at where he was gesturing towards, unsure if he was talking about the cash register for a second. “Hah, sure. You wanna help me repack a distiller column?”

You look back to find Viktor beaming at your request. He nods enthusiastically before exchanging his drink for his cane while he gets off the barstool.

You grab the bag along with your glass and motion towards the repair room. “The still is back there.” Viktor’s already on his feet and grabs his own drink again. He looks at the bi-level floor and you’ve never seen him more enthusiastic. “There’s a workshop here?”

You chuckle as you start walking. “I don’t know if I’d call it a workshop, but the lights work and there’s a decent desk.” Viktor walks alongside you once you’re out from behind the bar. “Sounds like a workshop to me.” He adds playfully.

You make your way up the couple of stairs with him, only peeking out of the corner of your eye to make sure he wasn’t too drunk to step up, but you’re the one that ends up tripping and spilling some of your drink.

“Fuckin’ aye.” You set the saddles down on the ground and try to wipe any excess liquid off. Viktor chuckles and sets his drink on the side of the desk so he can grab yours and place it next to his.

“How’re you feeling two-ski brewskies?” He teases with his own nickname while you hand your cocktail over to him. You laugh back. “Hah, more like four-ski at this point. Five-ski?” The grand total is lost on you at this point.

You dry off as best you can while Viktor shifts his cane to crouch down and grab the large bag from the floor. You hadn’t seen him get that low before and freeze up when you realize he’s eye level with your crotch.

“Where should I take these?” His tone is innocent while he readjusts his weight to stand back up. His eyes meet yours briefly before you pretend that you’re still getting the booze off of yourself. “Workbench is fine, it looks like Remy left the column on there too.”

He flashes a toothy smile that you can barely return before you make your way over to the table, cursing your mind all the way.

“You ready to do this?” You ask once you’re standing in front of the desk.

“You bet.” He’s quick to stand by your side, excited to work on something new and scooches your drink closer so you can reach. Something about that action amuses you. If you’re being honest, repacking a still isn’t something you usually look forward to. But the thought of drinking with Viktor while you repair a machine together makes the task at hand feel more low-stakes and fun instead of tedious and boring.

You take a drink and notice his cane is leaning against the desk so he can work with both of his hands. You weren’t sure how well he could stand with or without his cane when liquor was part of the equation and are learning he must mostly use it for movement rather than holding an idle stance.

“So.” He takes a sip as well before eyeing the materials on the table. “Where do we start?”

You check the trash behind you and grab some of the old saddles to show Viktor. He takes one from you and inspects it. “These are oxidized.” He states.

You nod in agreement. “Right, they’ve needed replacing for a bit now. Usually, we’ll try to clean and reuse them, but Remy must’ve been putting it off this time.”

You pick up the column to see Remy already added a copper scrubber to the bottom. “You mind pouring the bag of copper saddles in while I hold this?” You motion to the bag Vander gave you and Viktor is already sifting through it to find the right ones.

You walk him through any questions he has about how saddles help with the reflux process and enjoy how much he already understands about creating alcohol in general.

After he locates the correct saddles, you move the column lower for him to pour them in. He leans his weight on the table to get a look inside before adding the metal pieces.

“Perfect, just need the ceramic ones now.”

Viktor finds the next set easily and turns to you while you lower the column again. “Why are there so many more ceramic ones?” He asks before he starts to pour the larger bag in.

The clanking of the ceramics on the metal column is loud enough for you to raise your voice to explain. “When we have the resources, we just use copper, but it’s expensive so ceramics are a good filler. They’ll still get the proof of the alcohol up to where we want it.”

Viktor nods with a slight grin as you shout at him. “What?” He shouts back. You shake the column as he pours to keep the materials loose. “I said we’re broke and this is—” “I’m kidding [Y/n], I heard you.” He jokes and you look up to find him laughing as you shake the column again.

“Huh?!” You shout at him and he shakes his head holding back another laugh. “Not falling for that.” He responds as he finishes pouring the last of the pieces in.

He catches you smirking at him and reaches for his drink. “Mmhm.” He hums before taking a sip, doubling down on not repeating himself or giving you the satisfaction of duping him.

He watches you level out the saddles and grabs your drink for you. You look up to find him holding it near your lips and you laugh appreciatively since your hands are still full. You tilt your head up and let him tip your glass against your lips, taking a sip and cracking up when some drips onto you when he removes it.

“Ah, sorry I thought I had it.” He laughs as he sets your drink back on the table.

“No. You were reading my mind, thanks.” You lick at the alcohol at the corner of your mouth and catch him eyeing you before looking back at the desk.

You knock at the sides of the column to make sure the saddles are as far down as they can go before looking over your shoulder for the last scrubber. “Uh, last thing we need to do is put that other scrubber on the top.”

Viktor spots the copper mesh and moves to grab it. “This?”

“That’s it, good eye.”

He stuffs the material into the top of the chamber and pushes down lightly. “How tight should it be?” You look up at him from the column, a sly grin passes over your lips and you practically bite your tongue off to not say something dirty.

“Tight enough to hold everything in. Push a little harder.” You look back down as he works the scrubber in.

Steadily, he works the copper mesh more and your dumb drunk brain can’t handle the way his fingers dip into the chamber as smoothly as they do. He always seems so calculated with his touch and you think of the way he wrapped his fingers one by one around your arm at the coffeehouse, or how his thumb moved easily over your knuckles at the bar.

You look up to find his eyes focused as he tries to add the right amount of pressure to the top of the column, seeking perfection in even the smallest of tasks. Your gaze softens once he looks up to meet it.

“Like that?”

“Absolutely.”

He cocks an eyebrow, confused with your response. You backpedal and look down at his packing job and could’ve sworn your eye twitched with embarrassment of the unintentional double entendre. “Absolutely…perfect. You’re a natural.”

It looks like he’s trying to piece together what you meant and you attempt to shift his train of thought. “Pretty straightforward, yeah?” You set the now full column next to Remy’s distiller and hear Viktor grab his cane off the table.

His tone is amused while he answers. “Perfect for working under the influence to be sure.” Viktor is examining the room, sipping on his cocktail as he eyes the walls lined with tools. You make your way back to him and find him looking over one of your work journals.

“This is the same insignia that was on your liquor stamp.” His tone is curious with an interested smile to match.

“It’s some recipes I’ve either tried and liked or want to try.”

He doesn’t open the book, just takes another sip and rubs his thumb over your emblem similar to how he did on the bottle earlier.

“It’s a curious crest for a recipe book.” His fingers outline the image of an arrow crossed with a rifle that’s etched into the leather as you stand next to him. “It was my family’s…well my father’s.”

He looks up after hearing you refer to your family as past tense. “He was a hunter, ended up making some really bad decisions that got other people hurt in the end. But that’s why there’s weaponry from all walks of life on it.”

His expression is compassionate, eyes soft and mouth slightly parted as he contemplates how to proceed. “I’m sorry, that must’ve been hard.”

You shrug and lean on the shelf beside him. “No, it’s okay. We weren’t very close by the end. And it was a while ago now.”

“How old were you?” His fingers tap his glass lightly and you notice he’s about empty. You hold your hand out to take it for him, which he gives to you before you start walking back to the bar.

“About 10 or 11, I think.” You hear his cane tapping behind you and make sure that you don’t misstep on the way down this time.

“That’s…quite young. Can I ask how you took care of yourself?” His voice still sounds somber and you feel a twinge of guilt for ruining the mood. You make your way behind the bar to make two more drinks.

“Remy took me in. Him and his wife were friends of my parents. He lost Rye that same night. Never blamed my father for it, and he’s never held it against me either.”

You pass Viktor’s refill to him and rest your weight against the edge of the bar. He takes his drink and leans towards you as well as he listens. “He let me stay with him until I could rent the upstairs unit. Gave me my first job here too so I could learn some skills and grow my own trade. Just kinda held onto the crest, I’m not really sure why…”

Viktor’s eyes are warmer and more thoughtful than you’ve seen them before. You hope he doesn’t pity you, but you try and put your faith into him being empathetic. 

“Anyway, I’m fine. Honestly.”

“You’re very resilient. But I think I knew that already.” A grin flickers across his face before he lifts his drink towards you.

You clink your glass against his and chuckle lightly. “I think we have that in common.”

“Maybe so.” He takes a drink and his brows furrow quickly. “Did you just say you live upstairs?” He turns in his chair to look at the upper floor and motions to the couch. “There?”

“No, no that’s open to customers, but I do use the space a lot when it’s empty here. My apartment is right there.” You motion towards the wooden door that comes off the stairs.

“That’s very convenient if you work here…” You watch him turn back around towards you. “Speaking of which.” He starts and you feel the corner of your mouth quirk up curiously.

“You know…you’re not on the clock for once.” Viktor muses, looking over his glass at you as he takes a swig.

You turn your head to the side and squint at him, confused at what he’s getting at. “You’re right…I’m not.” You raise an eyebrow as you take a sip of your own drink.

He shrugs and looks down at his glass, swirling the liquid around mindlessly.

You’re struggling to understand his train of thought. “What?” A grin spreads across your face at his purposeful evasiveness.  

He mirrors your expression without looking up at you. “You ever wonder what this side of the bar looks like?” His clever remark gets smothered by his nervous tone.

“I—” You open your mouth to respond, but put the pieces together and feel your eyes soften and face get warm instead.

“Are you…asking me to sit with you?”

He inhales, causing his brows to rise and turning his grin more half-cocked before moving to look up. He lifts his head heavily, golden eyes meeting yours as he comes to terms with what he’s trying to ask of you.

“I—ehh…” You haven’t seen his words get lost on him before. You’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol or if there’s something more to it, but it’s a charming sight regardless. He sighs as he levels with himself. “Yes. I am.” His voice is soft when he speaks, bordering on timid if it wasn’t for his air of self-assurance.

You slide your glass across the bar and walk around to sit in the chair next to Viktor. He takes another sip as his eyes dart towards you when you press your hands onto the countertop to lift yourself up onto the stool.

“How’s that?” You turn to face him and find him doing the same.

“Better, don’t you think?”

You nod in agreement, happy to be without a barrier between the two of you.

“Much.” You take a drink and lean back as you get more comfortable. “So, what about you? Any depressing orphan origin story?”

Viktor chokes on his drink with a chuckle and shakes his head. “No, that’s…apparently reserved for you.” He looks up to you for assurance that matching your joke was okay and fights his grin before he finds you laughing back.

“They’re trying to support me as best they can with my studies. I think they’re actually trying to save for some nicer clothes that I can present in next year.”

You eye him up and down and appreciate the way his hair is slowly becoming more tousled the longer the night goes on. His shirt hugs his chest down his stomach perfectly and you’re already a sucker for his jacket. His trousers have some fraying near the pockets, but otherwise follows the contours of his legs beautifully.

Your eyes linger a little too long on how the fabric pulls at his bulge and try to force your gaze to his shoes before he notices. While they’re a little worn down, they look immaculate compared to yours. Curiosity peaks when you find his left foot propped at the toe on the stool’s metal rail while he bounces his leg—you quietly wonder if that’s a nervous tick of his.

“I think you look nice.”

“Y—you do?” He stutters slightly before hooking a finger in his jacket to further analyze his clothes, as if he’d forgotten what he looked like or wasn’t able to see what you saw.

“Mmhm.”

You nod and his eyes meet yours before flicking down your chest, abdomen, lower. You feel your heart rate pick up while he examines you and consciously try to stop your own leg from bouncing on the damn foot rest. When did that start happening?

You follow up with him to take your mind off of where his gaze had dipped and also to keep from giving him a show.

“And if the Academy doesn’t agree then they’re clearly not the brightest minds that they claim to be.”

There’s conviction in your voice and Viktor seems to drink it in appreciatively as his eyes widen ever so slightly. His expression softens considerably and you start to realize that your statement must have struck him. You hope you aren’t being too bold and take a swig to calm the nerves creeping in.

“I’ve…no one has ever said anything like that to me.” He admits, licking his lips before looking up to meet your eyes.

You’re not sure how that’s true, but decide to further reassure him despite the risk of putting yourself out there.

“That doesn’t mean they aren’t thinking it.” He smiles at that and you can’t help but smile back. “Maybe they’re just nervous.”

“And…what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You don’t seem nervous.”

His callout disarms you. Somewhat because he can’t seem to tell that you are indeed, pretty nervous right now. And also because if by some miracle you weren’t, that’s a decent counterpoint.

You’re fully aware that you’ve already developed a crush on him, which is not a common event for you to begin with. What you’re not sure about is if he’s even interested in guys at all, let alone one like you. You can tell he enjoys your company, but it’s hard to gauge to what extent.

He’s comfortable enough to hold your hand at a crowded bar to keep you out of trouble, but you really had no idea if he had any kind of reaction like you did. The more you contemplated, the less you realized you really knew about him personally. You didn’t even know if he had a girlfriend…a boyfriend? Enbyfriend? Partner.

You had next to nothing to go on. You just knew you wanted him in your life, even if that meant nothing further than friendship. You play it safe so as to not jeopardize that opportunity.

“We’ve also been drinking.” You’re careful with your words, trying to keep from admitting you’ve never felt this nervous around anyone in your life.

He bites his lower lip and suppresses his grin as you turn the tables back to him. He seems to seriously ponder that reality before answering.

“So, the liquid courage is what’s keeping you from otherwise feeling nervous?”

You pause as you start to pick up that he’s pushing the topic. You wonder why he’s adamant about learning how you’re feeling right now and decide to test the waters.

“…or it’s dampening your perception…” Your voice comes out soft but you force it to remain steady while you speak. He looks away to his drink and half-smiles to himself. You want to ask what’s funny, but he speaks up while he lifts his glass off the bar.

“For what it’s worth… [Y/n]” He pauses and you lock eyes, the way he says your name is softer than usual and his accent somehow sounds thicker. You feel like there’s electricity in your veins when you see how nervous he looks and you swallow while he tries to finish his sentence. “I think you’re incredibly ha—” He’s cut off by a loud knock at the front door of the shop, causing both of you to jump.

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A/N: Still got a little ways to go getting this fic onto tumblr ;_; if you like what you see check my pinned post for more chapters.

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And now my mind is going down a rabbit hole of what a "Clocks" Tarot suit would look like.

Ace (beginnings, potential, opportunity): free time, new calendar cycles, the "right moment"

Two (duality, balance, choices): scheduling and time management

Three (expansion, growth, community): making time for oneself, investing time in important people or projects

Four (stability, rest, retreat) downtime, pausing, regrouping

Five (instability, chaos, conflict): running out of time, overscheduled

Six (regrouping, contemplation, meditation): prioritizing, slowing down to appreciate life

Seven (experience, leadership, independence): delegating responsibilities, releasing unimportant tasks, using time wisely

Eight (forward motion, action, accomplishment): meeting deadlines, milestone events

Nine (completion, fulfillment, endings): rest, relaxation, sleep

Ten (perpetual cycles, reflection, legacy): retirement, old age, history

Page (curiosity, learning, playfulness): leisure time, procrastination

Knight (action, impulse, passion): multitasking, tackling new projects

Queen (wisdom, nurturing, inspiring): project management, work/life balance

King (leadership, mastery, control): Organization, planning, understanding of cause and effect

Nervously, I pull from the tarot deck. It's the Nine of Clocks. My fate is revealed to me: It's my bedtime, and I gotta go to sleeps

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The Ultimate Gaming Experience: Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro

The Ultimate Gaming Experience: Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro

Gaming phones have witnessed many milestones over time as technology has advanced to provide a better gaming experience. During this fast-paced world where technological innovation is emerging, the Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro has truly positioned itself as one for power in the gaming market to give nothing but perfect. In light of various upgrades, stunning performance, and subtle design, Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro is setting a high point for mobile gaming. Thus this blog explores the reasons how exactly, from multiple available outcomes and more from every device, can turn out into one of the best smart gaming smartphones of today times.

The Heart of Performance: The A Powerhouse of the Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro

Performance is what matters when it comes to gaming. The Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro is built to offer lightning-fast performance, and it starts with its powerful chipset. It comes equipped with the latest Qualcomm Snapdragon processor, which allows the device to handle even the most demanding mobile games. Whether you're playing graphically demanding titles such as PUBG Mobile or Call of Duty Mobile, Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro will ensure smooth, lag-free performance. With up to 12GB of RAM, multitasking becomes seamless, and users can switch between apps and games without noticing any slowdown.

The Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro also packs a high-performance GPU, which presents extraordinary graphics rendering that makes the mobile gaming visuals next to none. The combination of the chipset Snapdragon with the high-performance GPU ensures that every game looks stunningly beautiful and plays smoothly with crisp graphics vivid colors and fluid animation. This makes the Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro the ideal option for hardcore gamers who expect the highest performance for their phones.

Display Technology: Visuals on Virtual Reality for the Gamer

Another aspect of this Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro is its display. If there is an element almost as important in gaming other than performance then it's the display part of the smartphone. With the Nubia, there are no disappointments when one looks at how the device is presented. This smartphone comes with a huge 6.8-inch AMOLED display that will offer a great experience in vibrant colors and deep contrasts, so one can have a good immersive gaming experience. The screen features a 120Hz refresh rate so that every swipe, touch, and interaction feels instant. It offers smoother gameplay and less motion blur.

This refresh rate will be very handy in high-speed games where each frame makes a difference. Whether racing, shooting, or fighting, the display on your Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro will match your every move so you are the winner in a competition. Its HDR10 certification means that it can reproduce a wider color gamut and details so games will be all the more realistic. With such a massive and high-quality screen, the Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro presents an unparalleled visual experience that immerses you in the game for hours at a stretch.

Cooling System: Keeping It Cool During Intense Gaming Sessions

High-performance smartphones usually overheat, especially when running intensive applications like mobile games. The Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro does away with this problem using an advanced cooling system that will ensure the phone remains cool even for extended gaming sessions. The smartphone features an active fan cooling system that will work with liquid cooling technology to ensure the phone remains at optimal temperatures.

This cooling system is innovative in that it prevents thermal throttling. This is a problem in which the device slows down due to too much heat. Using the Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro, you can play games for long hours without your phone overheating or performance dropping. It has a silent fan run so that you don't have to suffer through disturbance while gaming and thus perfect for gamers seeking uninterrupted performance.

Battery Life: Powering Through Long Gaming Sessions

Any gaming smartphone must have good battery life, and the Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro has a high chance of meeting your needs since it equips itself with a large 5,000mAh battery, which is more than enough to power you through long gaming sessions without running out of juice. Whether you are diving into a long RPG campaign or fighting in a fast-paced battle royale match, the Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro ensures that your game will not be interrupted by a dead battery.

In addition, the Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro comes with 65W fast charging. So, when the time comes to recharge, it will get you back to gaming quickly. Quick power gives you enough time to revive any gaming sessions without going too much into the downtime. Charge this during a power burst or at night, knowing Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro will wake ready to resume gaming sessions.

A Sleek Look for Gamers to Take into the Field

The Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro is a design that perfectly shows its gaming prowess. The Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro features sharp edges, futuristic styling, and RGB lighting accents, so it looks like a real gaming smartphone. The back of the phone includes an LED light strip, making it personalized to your needs, which can be adjusted as per your preference. The RGB lighting gives the phone an amazing look that distinguishes it from others in the market.

The design of the phone is also optimized for comfort in long gaming sessions. Curved edges make the device easy to hold, and placing the buttons and triggers means your hands will be in an ideal position for playing games. Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro isn't just about performance; it's about delivering a pleasing and ergonomic gaming experience that lasts.

Software and Features: Tailored for Gamers

The Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro is a device that runs on a clean and intuitive version of Android with RedMagic OS. The software is optimized for the best performance for gaming, featuring a custom OS with options such as Game Space, where you can manage your games and see how your device performs in real time. Game Space also allows you to optimize settings for performance, such as prioritizing CPU and GPU use for your most demanding games.

This Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro further offers customizable shoulder triggers. This offers a console-like experience; it is easy to map triggers for in-game actions. Therefore, this proves very helpful for competitive gamers, as these provide precise control during their matches. Using all these gaming-specific features, the Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro ensures every aspect of the device has been specifically designed to offer the best gaming experience possible.

Conclusion: Why take Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro

Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro is the quintessential marriage of performance, design, and features that would make it one of the top choices among others in high-end gaming phones. With the power of this processor, this breathtaking display, along with this advanced cooling system, a very long-lasting battery, and many more such gaming-optimized features, the Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro can endure even the toughest mobile games at their worst. This is whether you are a casual gamer or a competitive player; you will not find a match for this smartphone elsewhere. Serious mobile gamers looking for a device that will handle their gaming needs must opt for the Nubia Red Magic 9S Pro to advance to the next level.

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Samsung Galaxy S24 Ultra review : A Technological Revolution in 2024

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The Samsung Galaxy S24 Ultra, the latest flagship from Samsung, combines groundbreaking innovations with immense power. This in-depth review explores its performance, features, and standout qualities, providing a comprehensive look at this premium smartphone.

Design and Display

The Galaxy S24 Ultra boasts premium materials with a titanium frame, ensuring greater durability while reducing weight. Its 6.8-inch AMOLED display offers QHD+ resolution and an adaptive refresh rate of 1 to 120 Hz. This technology delivers smooth and immersive visuals for gaming, streaming, and browsing. Slightly flatter edges improve grip and enhance drawing and note-taking capabilities with the integrated S Pen.

Performance and Battery Life

Equipped with the Snapdragon 8 Gen 3 processor, this model delivers exceptional performance, outperforming its competitors in benchmarks. With up to 16 GB of RAM and storage reaching 1 TB, it caters to the most demanding users, whether multitasking or gaming.

Photography: A New Era of Creativity

The Galaxy S24 Ultra features a quad-camera system, led by a 200 MP main sensor for astonishing detail. Samsung introduces a new 50 MP telephoto lens with 5x optical zoom, delivering sharper and more detailed shots compared to the previous 10x zoom.

AI-powered features like auto-remastering and generative editing allow users to enhance or transform images directly from the gallery. Videos can also be edited to shift from 30 fps to 120 fps using AI for stunning slow-motion effects.

Software and Artificial Intelligence

The S24 series marks Samsung’s foray into the Galaxy AI ecosystem, enriching the user experience. Notable additions include:

Real-time translation and transcription for calls and recordings.

Assistance tools like Chat Assist for grammar corrections and tone adjustments.

Simplified photo and video editing with automated suggestions.

Strengths and Weaknesses

Strengths:

Premium titanium design.

Exceptional display quality.

Robust performance and battery life.

Versatile camera system with advanced AI.

Weaknesses:

High price point.

AI tools are less streamlined compared to Google Pixel alternatives.

Conclusion: A Smartphone for the Demanding User

The Samsung Galaxy S24 Ultra is an ideal choice for those seeking a powerful, versatile, and cutting-edge device. It stands out as one of the best smartphones of 2024, designed to meet the needs of both professionals and tech enthusiasts.

For users looking for a complete flagship experience, the Galaxy S24 Ultra is undoubtedly a top contender despite its premium price. If you’re ready to invest in excellence, this phone is your perfect companion.

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iPhone 16 vs. iPhone 15: What’s New and What’s Changed?

As Apple’s latest model, the iPhone 16 makes its debut, tech enthusiasts eagerly anticipate a detailed breakdown of the device's performance. What’s new in the iPhone 16 series? How does it compare to the iPhone 15 series? Is the new device’s performance superior to the previous version? Users are actively seeking answers to several questions about the device’s performance, features, and specifications.

If you are considering an upgrade to Apple’s iPhone 16, explore this comprehensive guide to learn more about the device. A close comparison between the iPhone 16 and iPhone 15 will help you make an informed purchasing decision. 

iPhone 16 vs. iPhone 15: Comparing the Features of Both Models

Specifications

iPhone 16

Dimension

147.6 × 71.6 × 7.8 mm 

Screen 

6.1-inch OLED, 60Hz 

Processor

Apple A18 Chipset

Battery

3561 mAh

Rear Camera

48 MP + 12 MP

Front Camera

12 MP

Colours

Ultramarine, Teal, White, Black, and Pink

iPhone 15

Dimension

147.6 × 71.6 × 7.8 mm 

Screen 

6.1-inch OLED, 60Hz 

Processor

Apple A16 Bionic Chipset

Battery

3349 mAh

Rear Camera

48 MP + 12 MP

Front Camera

12 MP

Colours

Pink, Yellow, Green, Blue and Black

iPhone 16 vs. iPhone 15-Display and Design

Apple retains the round and sleek design of its predecessor in the iPhone 16 model but with minor tweaks and enhancements. Unlike the stainless steel materials used in the iPhone 15 Pro models, the iPhone 16 Pro and Pro Max come with a titanium frame, enhancing the device’s premium look. Another notable design change is the camera arrangement. While the iPhone 15 model featured a diagonal layout, the iPhone 16 adopts a vertical orientation. 

Both the iPhone 16 and iPhone 15 have almost similar display features. The iPhone 16 continues with the same 6.1-inch Super Retina XDR OLED display with 2556 x 1179 resolution for both models, with a peak brightness of 2000 nits. Though Apple introduced the Dynamic Island feature in the iPhone 14 Pro, the feature is well integrated into the latest iPhone 16 to enhance the device’s performance. 

iPhone 16 vs. iPhone 15-Processor and Battery

In comparison to its predecessor, the iPhone 16 has major upgrades in terms of performance. Unlike the iPhone 15 model, which used the A16 Bionic chipset, the new device has an A18 processor. This enhances the overall performance and the device’s capability to handle intelligence features more efficiently, offering benefits such as less loading time, easy multitasking, etc. 

There are also significant improvements in the iPhone 16’s battery capacity. Both the series are powered by Lithium-ion batteries and can reach 50% charge in 30 minutes. However, the iPhone 16 provides a slight upgrade over it, as the charging capacity of these devices can be further enhanced by pairing them with a 30W adaptor. Moreover, it also offers up to 22 hours of video playback and 80 hours of audio playback, in contrast to the 20 hours of video playback of iPhone 15. Supporting USB-C charging and MagSafe wireless charging, both models offer a convenient way for users to charge their devices. 

iPhone 16 vs. iPhone 15-Camera

There are major upgrades in the camera features of the iPhone 16. The iPhone 15 and iPhone 16 have a 48 MP primary sensor with a 12 MP ultra-wide-angle sensor, and the front camera boasts a resolution of 12 MP. However, the new 16 series supports additional features such as capturing spatial photos and videos, macro photography and videography, enhanced low-light performance, etc. 

Other camera upgrades in the iPhone 16 series include the anti-reflective lens coating, 4K Dolby Vision recording, 1080p Dolby Vision recording, wind noise reduction technology, spatial audio support, etc. Also, slow-motion videos can be captured with professional detail in the new iPhone 16. In short, the camera control features of the iPhone 15 models are not as advanced as the latest iPhone 16 devices. 

iPhone 16 vs. iPhone 15-Connectivity Features

The iPhone 16 does not offer many changes in connectivity features compared to the previous model. While features like the USB Type-C 2.0 port, Ultra-Wideband chip, NFC support, Bluetooth 5.3 support, GPS 5G LTE, etc. remain unchanged, the iPhone 16 model supports Wi-Fi 7, offering a more stable internet connection. 

iPhone 16 vs. iPhone 15-Operating System and AI Features

Both the models run on Apple’s latest operating system, iOS 18. However, the iPhone 16 is integrated with the AI-driven assistant, the Apple Intelligence. Its advanced AI capabilities help users streamline processes and provide powerful tools for writing, communication, image creation, and more. Rewriting, summarising, and generating images are made easier using AI-enhanced features.

iPhone 16 vs. iPhone 15-Colour Availability

Both models are available in a range of colours, allowing users to choose according to their preferences. The iPhone 16 comes in a variety of colours, including Ultramarine, Teal, White, Black, and Pink. In contrast, the iPhone 15 is available in a series of colours, including Pink, Yellow, Green, Blue and Black. 

iPhone 16 vs. iPhone 15-Additional Features

Crash Detection

Apple consistently prioritises user safety, as can be seen with the integration of crash detection technology across its devices. By detecting car crashes and automatically contacting emergency services, the device ensures timely assistance during critical situations. Like the iPhone 15, the new iPhone 16 also builds upon this functionality with an even more advanced system that provides faster and more accurate responses.

Durability

Both the iPhone 16 and iPhone 15 come with an IP68 water and dust resistance rating, allowing them to withstand water exposure of up to 6 metres for 30 minutes. Users can have complete peace of mind knowing that their devices are safe against splashes, accidental drops, and rain. Moreover, the IP68 rating also safeguards the device against damage by dust. 

Environmental Protection

Apple, being a responsible manufacturer, used more recyclable materials in the construction of both iPhone 16 and iPhone 15, with a focus on sustainability. 

Please visit our blog to learn more about the iPhone 15 at - iPhone 15: A Comprehensive Guide

Final Verdict

While the launch of the iPhone 16 has created much excitement among users, there are no significant changes compared to the iPhone 15. The key differences between the two models are primarily found in the camera, performance and battery life. The integration of the A18 chipset improves the device’s graphics and overall performance. 

In short, if you are seeking a better upgrade than your current iPhone 15, then switching to the latest iPhone 16 might not be the best decision. However, if you are aware of the specifications of both models and want to experience the latest trends in technology, the iPhone 16 can enhance your user experience with its refined features like the Apple Intelligence. 

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