#Apple MAX laptop

[romanticscents]

Aloha Romantic Friends and New Visitors, You know after 20+ years. I'm officially converted from windows user to Mac

2021 Apple MacBook Pro with Apple M1 Max

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[dullahandyke]

Anyway needless to say, college is showing me a whole slew of people who are using laptops in school for the first time and they're so bad at it. They're so bad at taking notes too. They're so bad at everything

[lizclipse]

i just watched this video on iPhone vs android, and one of the questions that really got to me was 'if i was to switch, much would it ruin your life a little bit', and honestly, yeah, switching from apple to another ecosystem would just be a fucking nightmare

like the thing is, im someone who really enjoys the 'apple ecosystem'. yea big corpo bad etc etc but i just really enjoy using apple stuff, and how well it all fits together bring me joy in my day-to-day. hell, being able to copy something on my phone and paste on my laptop is so bloody useful, and that's just the tip of how well inter-connected it all is. i love using all of it - even how they make uis is something i like (i know people can hate it, but for me macOS is my favourite os ever)

if i had to switch, it'd cost me so, so, so much money, at least to do so entirely, and i could never, ever, do this again. as much as i enjoy this whole ecosystem stuff, i will never in my life lock myself down like this again, even to some goody-two-shoes that promises to make everything open-source or smth. because, despite everything, i do get the little gnawing at the back of my mind that lets me know just how screwed id be if apple dropped off the face of the earth tomorrow. id do whatever it took to never have it happen again

this is just a random ramble tbh. don't be like me, use linux

[publicuniversalenemy]

hey quick question. what hte Fuck was that,

[teeth--king]

Breaking down and finally buying a new laptop as mine is dying faster and faster. It now has frequent screen flickers, randomly black screens, smells like something's burning, and can't hold a charge. Luckily, thanks to a not full refund(fuck you VRV) and some birthday cash from my aunt I can pay for a cheap but nice laptop :D I'll also be opening commissions sometime soon to also afford a new art tablet but computer comes first. I'm gonna miss my old beast, got me through the end of middle school all the way to 23, bless this mess.

[ching900]

Best Experience Excellence iPhone 8 Plus 256GB

[sirfrogsworth]

Froggie's Guide to Budget Headphones

@nimrella I am more well versed in traditional audio and home theater with big honking speakers, so I don't have much personal experience with headphones and headphone accessories. But I can tell you what I've learned from other people who are in the headphone world. And since you are starting more within the "budget" range I think I am somewhat qualified to guide you at this level.

You have three paths to choose from...

Wireless, low impedance wired (no amplification required), and high impedance wired (amplification required).

Basically... easy, medium, and hard.

But also... good, better, best.

Wireless Headphones

Wireless headphones have come a long way. Audiophiles used to scoff at them but now there are options that really do sound fantastic and the Bluetooth data rates are good enough to deliver high resolution audio. They also have noise cancellation options which may be desirable. If you do not have a quiet, dedicated space for listening to music you might find high end noise cancellation a godsend. People love them especially for planes, trains, and automobiles.

I don't know if everyone knows how noise cancellation works or not, but basically the headphones have microphones that listen to the world around you. They measure the incoming sound and then generate an opposite sound that just about kills ambient noise. If you play the same sound 180 degrees out of phase it basically nullifies those sound waves. The tech works best between 50 Hz and 1000 Hz. For reference we hear between 20 Hz and 20,000 Hz (lower if you are old). So anything super high or super low pitched can still get through.

In any case, if that sounds appealing, wireless headphones should be a consideration.

The other advantage of wireless headphones would be the ease of use. They pair to your phone, your laptop, your TV. They have controls to help you pause and skip songs and change volume. Some allow you to take phone calls.

But the big downside is the sound quality takes a bit of a hit. As I said, the bluetooth standards have actually gotten very very good. (Though there are audiophiles who will swear it still sounds like a 1990s MP3.) So streaming the actual media files are not really an issue. But trying to cram all of that tech into lightweight headphones you can wear around town all day requires compromises and added expense. Not to mention the battery has a limited lifespan. You may have more limited or inconsistent frequency response, poor dynamic range, distortion problems, weak output, and a high noise floor. Wireless options still can't match wired headphone systems in the same price range. And the wireless options that come close are quite spendy.

Wireless Headphones Suggestions

In your price range the two wireless options that I hear mentioned over and over again are the Sony WH-1000 series and the Bose QuietComfort. They are both well regarded for having a good mix of sound quality and noise cancellation while also being a decent value. You might be able to visit a Best Buy and demo them to see if you prefer the sound and comfort of one over the other.

The Apple AirPods Max are said to work really well within the Apple ecosystem. They have some interesting spatial sound modes and very good audio quality. I've heard the noise cancellation is some of the best currently available. But they seem too expensive and a lot of people feel they are too heavy. I also suspect they are due for an update. That said, if you wait for the new ones to come out and buy used, they could come into your price range. I'd really only suggest these if you have multiple Apple products that you will be streaming sound from.

Before we move into wired headphones, let's go over some terms that you might see pop up when doing research and reading reviews.

Froggie's Glossary of Audiophile Terminology

Driver A speaker is made up of drivers. Some speakers have a woofer, a midrange, and a tweeter. Each individual thing is a driver. And with headphones you will often hear "headphone driver" instead of speaker because it is more specific. Headphones typically have an all-in-one driver that does all frequencies. A woofymidteet.

That's not a thing.

I made that up.

Frequency Response This is the range of frequencies produced by the drivers from low to high. You want to make sure your headphones have good, deep bass. That will make more of a difference than anything else. It's the foundation of all sound and what is sorely lacking in devices with small/cheap speakers.

Music typically doesn't go much below 40 Hz in the bass range. So if you are only interested in music listening, that is plenty deep. Movies can go down to 20 Hz, but this isn't necessary for a good immersive experience unless you have giant subwoofers. So if you find something that can play ~40 Hz with decent output, you should be all good. Every speaker has a frequency response curve. It looks something like this.

The X-axis represents the frequency and the Y-axis represents the volume in decibels. We are most concerned with the 40 to 10K Hz section, as most sound happens there.

I'm not going to go super in-depth and overwhelm everyone, but typically you want this graph to look fairly flat in that range. A flat-ish line will give you a "neutral" response.

The above graph gets a little bumpy in the high frequencies. That means those frequencies will have a higher volume than the lower frequencies. If a higher frequency has a big peak, that could make your sound seem too bright or tinny.

Or you could have the opposite problem. You could have a null in the bass where the output dips below everything else. This can make your sound a bit anemic and lacking punch.

Whereas a more flat speaker will output all frequencies at about the same volume and sound much more balanced and smooth.

Equalization or EQ A flat response is good because it will accept EQ well. Equalization is where you add peaks and dips in volume deliberately to taste.

This can be as simple as 3 knobs.

Or it can be a more complicated parametric EQ.

A lot of digital EQ methods have presets to help get you started. I promise it isn't as intimidating as it looks.

Some people like to buy speakers/headphones that are EQ'd how they prefer out of the box. (Or if you get Beats by Dre they just turn the bass all the way up and say "Fuck them other frequencies!") But this is often a bit of a crapshoot because it is hard to EQ a speaker that sounds good in every room or every environment or just to varying individual preferences.

By making the speaker more neutral, it can be much easier to equalize specifically to your needs and enjoyment.

So if you like the bass a little bassier and the mids a little quieter, you have the power to dial that in with great specificity on a neutral speaker. You can apply any EQ you wish and you won't be fighting the speaker's predetermined response.

Basically if you are reading reviews and the headphones are described as "flat" or "neutral" that's a good thing (in my opinion). Just remember nothing is going to be perfectly flat. We're shooting for flat-ish.

If you do decide to get a neutral sounding pair of headphones you may find them a little bland out of the box. Do not panic. You just need to learn a bit about how to apply EQ, but thankfully YouTube is plentiful with tutorials.

The Harman Curve was researched to be most liked by the most people, so you might start there. (Also, SoundSource is a very popular EQ app for Mac.)

Dynamic Range This is the spectrum of how quiet to loud something can get. If you have speakers that can render both a pin drop and a big explosion with great fidelity and proper intensity, you will be in audio heaven. There is so much emotion and drama that can be expressed by expansive dynamic range and most cheap speakers compress it to an inch of its life. When the soft and the loud sounds are the same you miss out on so much audio information intended by the composer.

Distortion This is just how loud a speaker can go without breaking up. Low distortion is good. While every driver distorts at some point, usually that is at a much higher volume than you will use. This typically only plagues cheap, tiny drivers.

Sound Pressure Level (SPL) This is a measurement of how loud a speaker can get. While you don't want to listen to anything louder than a sustained average decibel level of 80 to 85, you do want peaks over 100, especially in the bass. Bass is less damaging to ears and hearing damage is all about sustained volume rather than quick peaks here and there. Most headphones can comfortably do an SPL between 90 and 110 dB. The ability to go louder is good, but only because that expands headroom, not because you should actually listen to them that loud. So if the headphones can get super loud, that means they will have a much easier time delivering normal levels.

Noise Floor Every sound system has background noise. You know that static you hear when you turn a radio up really loud when there is no sound playing? That is your noise floor. You want that to be as quiet as possible because if you turn up the volume, you don't just turn up the volume of the sounds you want to hear, you also turn up the volume of that background noise.

If you can find a headphone system with a decent low noise floor and you can also find a very quiet space to listen in, you could have a religious experience. I don't think people realize how much the room you are in matters, even when listening to headphones. When you are in a quiet room, you can play at lower volumes. And that can mitigate a lot of the problems associated with cranking the volume. You won't damage your ears for one thing. But the speakers won't have to work as hard so you'll have less distortion and better clarity.

Noise mostly comes from the amplifier, which I will talk about later on.

Froggie Pro Tip: If you want cheap speakers to perform better, go to a quiet room and move them as close as possible. This allows you to play them at a lower output while maintaining your desired perceived volume.

Okay, now we can finally talk about...

Wired Headphones

You have open back and closed back styles.

Open back tends to have a more natural sound and feels more comfortable. Like listening to regular speakers. People generally feel they are able to listen to them longer because they don't create a seal and cause pressure on your ear drum. However, if sound can get out, it can also get in. So with open back headphones people nearby will be able to hear what you are listening to. And if you are not in a quiet room, all of that sound will leak in. Meaning you have to increase the volume and the noise floor and the distortion.

Closed back seals off your ears and gives you a quiet and immersive experience. You can be in a noisier room without having to crank the volume as much. Some prefer this style just because it helps them feel like they are going into their own personal dimension of sound. These are great for ASMR too. But ear fatigue can become an issue and you may need to take little breaks to let your ears breathe and your ear drums rest.

And the last thing we need to discuss is impedance.

The impedance of headphones mostly determines how hard they are to amplify. Impedance is measured in ohms which is this little horseshoe symbol... Ω.

Lower ohms means less electrical resistance and easier to amplify.

Higher ohms means more electrical resistance and difficult to amplify.

If you get headphones rated below 100 ohms, they can typically be driven by smartphones and laptops just by plugging into a standard headphone jack. Though depending on the device, 100 may sound a little quiet so you may want to go lower. 30 ohms is fairly typical if you plan to drive your headphones with everyday electronics.

Above 100 ohms you are going to need some sort of amplification—usually a DAC with a headphone amplifier. (There are DACs without amplification so be sure to check that.)

A DAC, or digital-to-analog converter, is already built into your phone and laptop. But those are very small, don't have a lot of power, and might have a higher noise floor due to interference from other components and heat and just a lot of electrical signals nearby.

By getting an external DAC w/amplifier you separate out the components, make them larger and more powerful, and typically improve the sound quality. Because it is more isolated, the amplification can be much quieter despite being more powerful.

If you plan to stay in a static location and you have high impedance headphones, you can get a little box DAC that sits on your desk. It works like an external sound card for your computer. If you record music or stream, a digital audio interface works great as well (remember to check the Ω).

But if you need to be more mobile with your headphones you can get a little USB dongle DAC, though you will probably not get the same sound quality and power.

Both will be superior to the internal DAC built into your computing devices.

So, low impedance headphones are easier if you need to move around.

High impedance headphones are better for staying put in a single location unless you get a dongle DAC.

Just remember, high and low impedance doesn't necessarily indicate quality. It's just that in order to drive high impedance headphones you need the larger amplifier with the nicer components and, by necessity, you automatically get that quality bump.

You can get very good low impedance headphones. However, if you power them *only* with a smartphone, you may not use them to their full potential. Which is why getting an external DAC is a good idea regardless.

But the nice thing about low impedance is you can get the headphones and still use them until you save up for the DAC. Or you can use them as normal while out and about and have a special listening spot at home with the DAC.

To review...

Low impedance and high impedance can both be high quality.

Low impedance (less than 100 ohms) works with anything.

High impedance (more than 100 ohms) requires amplification.

Both will be used to their full potential with a DAC/headphone amplifier of some kind.

Wired Headphones Suggestions

Again, I have not personally listened to any of these. I am just relaying what experts I trust have mentioned as being nice quality in your price range.

The beyerdynamic DT 770 headphones are some of the most well-regarded budget headphones I've heard of. They come in low and high impedance versions.

The Sennheiser HD 560 high impedance headphones are also praised for their value and performance.

If you can go a little pricier...

The HIFIMAN Sundara headphones have low impedance and can be driven easily by all your devices.

And the HIFIMAN Edition XS are even lower impedance and about the same price.

And if you want to try a DAC, I've heard good things about both Fosi and Schiit (yes, like the poopies), though there are many different brands. Just make sure the DAC has a headphone amplifier rated for the ohms you need.

The FOSI K5 Pro is a cheap "beginner" DAC that will power anything up to 300 ohms. This is the kind that sits on your desk.

And if you want a more portable dongle DAC, you can get something like the iFi Go Link.

I've also heard good things about the AudioQuest Dragonfly, though I hate recommending AudioQuest products due to them claiming they can do magical things. They use scientific gobbledygook to scam customers most of the time. That said, the DragonFly might be their only valid product.

Note from Future Froggie: AudioQuest just can't help themselves. While the Dragonfly itself is a good product and not a scam, they developed the "DragonTail", which is a scam.

It's just a USB A to C Adapter for the Dragonfly. But they have to find a way to justify 30 fucking dollars so they came up with this bullshit.

Definitely need to stabilize my geometry. If I have unstable geometry that could lead to quixotic trigonometry. And we all know that could introduce vertices into dodecahedrons. Which leads straight to accelerated cosmotic entropy catalyzing the heat death of the universe.

Fucking AudioQuest.

ANYWAY...

An inexpensive DAC may be all you ever need but DACs can get crazy expensive—just like headphones. And if you are really fancy you can get a DAC and a headphone amplifier as separate items. Audiophiles claim when you simplify components to a singular function you increase quality. While I think there is some small truth to that, I suspect they just think the tubes look neat.

Froggie's Disclaimer: I am not telling you to get these specific things, but I do think you'll probably be happy with anything I've suggested. But sound is a subjective experience and it is always best to test things out before you buy them, if possible. Or make sure there is a return policy. You might see if there is a brick-and-mortar store nearby that allows you to demo headphones. Remember that comfort can be just as crucial as sound quality for long listening sessions.

Final Thoughts

Good sound has been life changing for me. And I am excited when anyone goes down this journey. While the stuff mentioned is considered "budget" by audiophiles, this can give you a good starting point if you want to upgrade down the road. You'll get to know your preferences and get a better understanding of how this all works and choose your own adventure from there.

Though it is very possible you'll be quite content with "budget" and the sound quality is more than enough.

Personally, while I am very happy with my current home theater setup, I am hopeful one day I can upgrade one budget tier above where I currently am and that will be my endgame. I've heard $10,000 speakers and it is mostly a land of diminishing returns once you reach that level.

I'm fine in "budget" land.

Further Research

I didn't mention the different types of headphone drivers because I didn't want to put too much data in everyone's head. But if you want to do additional research you can learn about the 4 main types... dynamic, planar magnetic, electrostatic, and balanced armature.

[heartmaddie]

i am VERY busy thinking about studying with akaashi while he does work.

sorry i’ve just been so swamped with assignments and exams and it’s so hellish - so much better than hs but still omfg.

cos like you and akaashi would go to the library and he’d have his ipad and apple pencil and while you’re working through all your assignments he’d be quietly reading through + correcting all the work that he was sent.. oh man i can imagine him with his elbow on the desk and he’s flicking through the pages on his ipad with his glasses oh man someone hold me back.

WAIT HE ACTUALLY HAS THE MOST CRAZY APPLE ECOSYSTEM. he is such a consumer and i think he likes all the matching stuff so all his products are the silver/starlight and it’s so crazy and u definitely judge him a bit for having air pod pro maxes but he uses them so often and lends them to you all the time.

i am a pretty study focused person as well and i imagine he’d always be focused so there’s no room for any distractions while you just work next to each other in complete silence, but he’ll still book a room so you guys have some privacy at least.

and akaashi will sometimes look over at your laptop and help you edit ur work too cause he’s a monster at essay writing and he’s always really lovely and kind about it. and he ALWAYS compliments your work (you get high distinctions all the time because of him).

and during initial research he’ll always have some random article that relates to your work that he just randomly names while you’re yapping about it and it’s somehow the most useful thing ever and it saved ur whole project (sorry this is me complaining about not having ANY information for one of my thesis topics).

and he’s also very good at slipping out to grab a drink for you at the most necessary times, like you’d be stressing over some notes you don’t really understand and somehow you have a chai latte in front of you and everything starts to click…

yeah he’s so cute oml like holds ur hand while u memorise and let’s you have a peek at the manga he’s editing during ur break i can't stop thinking about him.

and he always shares his music with you - like constant spotify jams / apple shareplay because he loves all the music you listen to.

AND HIS HANDS ARE SO WARM TOO - and if he notices that you're shivering he'll drape his jacket over you and gently ruffle your hair

he also carries your bags for you as you rest on his shoulders during the bus ride home. very attentive and nice boyfriend.

[ms-demeanor]

Since some people might want a Mac, I'll offer a Mac equivalent of your laptop guide from the perspective of a Mac/Linux person.

Even the cheapest Macs cost more than Windows laptops, but part of that is Apple not making anything for the low end of the tech spectrum. There is no equivalent Mac to an Intel i3 with 4 gigabytes of RAM. This makes it a lot easier to find the laptop you need.

That said, it is possible to buy the wrong Mac for you, and the wrong Mac for you is the 13-inch MacBook Pro with the Touch Bar. Get literally anything else. If it has an M2 chip in it, it's the most recent model and will serve you well for several years. Any new MacBook Air is a good pick.

(You could wait for new Macs with M3, but I wouldn't bother. If you are reading these guides the M3 isn't going to do anything you need done that a M2 couldn't.)

Macs now have integrated storage and memory, so you should be aware that whatever internal storage and RAM you get, you'll be stuck with. But if you would be willing to get a 256 gig SSD in a Windows laptop, the Mac laptop with 256 gigs of storage will be just as good, and if you'd be willing to get 8 gigs of RAM in a Windows laptop the Mac will perform slightly better with the same amount of memory.

Buy a small external hard drive and hook it up so Time Machine can make daily backups of your laptop. Turn on iCloud Drive so your documents are available anywhere you can use a web browser. And get AppleCare because it will almost certainly be a waste of money but wooooooow will you be glad it's there if you need it.

I get that you are trying to help and I am not trying to be mean to you specifically, but people shouldn't buy apple computers. That's why I didn't provide specs for them. Apple is a company that is absolutely terrible to its customers and its customers deserve better than what apple is willing to offer.

Apple charges $800 to upgrade the onboard storage from a 256GB SSD to a 2TB SSD.

A 2TB SSD costs between $75-100.

I maintain that any company that would charge you more than half the cost of a new device to install a $100 part on day one is a company making the wrong computer for you.

The point of being willing to tolerate a 256GB SSD or 8GB RAM in a Windows laptop is that you're deferring some of the cost to save money at the time of purchase so that you can spend a little bit in three years instead of having to replace the entire computer. Because, you see, many people cannot afford to pay $1000 for a computer and need to buy a computer that costs $650 and will add $200 worth of hardware at a later date.

My minimum specs recommendations for a mac would be to configure one with the max possible RAM and SSD, look at the cost, and choose to go buy three i7 windows laptops with the same storage and RAM for less than the sticker price of the macs.

So let's say you want to get a 14" Macbook pro with the lowest-level processor. That's $2000. Now let's bump that from 16GB RAM and a 512GB SSD to 32GB and 2TB. That gets you to $3000. (The SSD is $200 less than on the lower model, and they'll let you put in an 8TB SSD for $1800 on this model; that's not available on the 13" because apple's product development team is entirely staffed by assholes who think you deserve a shitty computer if you can't afford to pay the cost of two 1991 Jeep Cherokee Laredos for a single laptop).

For $3000 you can get 3 Lenovo Workstation laptops with i7 processors, 32GB RAM, and a 2TB SSD.

And look, for just $200 more I could go up to 48GB RAM and get a 4TB SSD - it costs $600 to upgrade the 14" mac from a 2TB SSD to a 4TB SSD so you could still get three laptops with more ram and the same amount of storage for the cost of one macbook.

I get that some people need to use Final Cut and Logic Pro, but hoo boy they sure are charging you through the nose to use products that have become industry standard. The words "capture" and "monopoly" come to mind even though they don't quite apply here.

"Hostile" does, though, especially since Mac users end up locked into the ecosystem through software and cloud services and become uncertain how to leave it behind if they ever decide that a computer should cost less than a month's rent on a shitty studio apartment in LA.

There's a very good reason I didn't give mac advice and that's because my mac advice is "DON'T."

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

How to hug your Hunting Dog

Self-Aware! Hunting Dogs x GN! Reader

Description: You never expected, that living with BSD Cast will unravel the hidden truth about you. The truth is, that, apperently, you are a total cuddlebug. And no one complain about it.

Fluff.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language

You were sitting on the floor, looking at the fire, that was burning in the fireplace.

You were sitting between Tetchou's legs. Your head was resting against his chest. Tetchou took a blanket from the couch and lifted it over you two. Then, one of his arms shakes around your midsection. The second arm shakes around your chest.

If someone asked you to describe, how it feels to hug Tetchou Suehiro, you would offer them to make a statue from wood and stone and hug it. And don't forget to make the statue to have a built-in heater, that is always on max temperature.

While, you do exaggerate, it was partly true.

Tetchou was all mussels. There were not a single strap of loose flesh in his body. Bodybuilders in this world will give up everything, to have a body, similar to Tetchou's. His 'normal training routine' would be considered an over the top obsessive training regiment by all others.

But, despite everything, he still feels soft enough. He was a living, breathing person, of course his body would be soft.

And he made you feel safe in his embrace.

His arms, that you knew, could crush stone, were holding you close to his chest. His hold, while firm, was gentle. Like you were the most important treasure in the world.

When you two cuddle at night, he always intertwined his legs with yours. He said that that way no one would be able to steal you.

Tetchou Suehiro is warm. Extremely warm. You don't need a blanket, when you are cuddling with him. His body heat engulf your body, calming you. Making you feel safe.

Tetchou, after giving you a little squeeze, rubs his cheek against the top of your head.

Tetchou loves to rub his cheek or nose against the top of your head, your temples or your cheeks. Sometimes your sleep is interrupted by Tetchou, rubbing his nose against your temple, or rubbing his cheek against your neck. Because, according to Tetchou, you looked lonely in your sleep, so he decided to send you his love in your dream.

After rubbing his cheek against your head for a few more moments, Tetchou put his chin on the top of your head. He squeezed you one more time.

The warmth and coziness makes you feel sleepy. Tetchou's presence makes you feel safe.

And reminds you, that you aren't alone.

You lay on your bed. On your stomach. Both of your eyes are closed.

Saigiku Jouno laying down next to you, his head is resting against your shoulder blades.

Your phone with dual headphone jack lay next to your pillow. Jouno and you listen to audiobook. You often do it while cuddling.

Jouno change his pose a little and pull you closer to him.

If someone asked you to describe, how it feels to hug Saigiku Jouno, you would tell about warmth and firmness, about steady heartbeat and calm breath, about aroma of apples and coffee. But, you won't tell about colors.

Because you keep your eyes closed, when you cuddle with Jouno.

It seems right.

His senses help him, when he cuddles you.

Your heartbeat shows him, what to do next. Squeeze you, play with your hair, pet your back or kiss your nose.

You don't have senses as sharp as his. You simply listen to his heartbeat, tracing your fingertips up and down his arm or back.

Jouno changes his position again.

Now he is spooning you. His body pressed against yours. His arms start massaging your shoulders. He nuzzles the back of your neck.

You smile and grab his left arm, giving it a squeeze. Jouno chukles and intertwine his fingers with yours.

Hugging Jouno Saigiku feels like having an anchor, that will always be with you, even in complete darkness.

Your room is dark. The only source of light is your laptop, that you're using now to play a game.

Right now, you are laying in the middle of the pillow fort you and Tachihara made. He is laying next to you, both of your bodies are pressed tightly against each other.

The Fort isn't very spacious. You and Tachihara had to snug very close to each other. You two resemble newborn kittens, that snuggle to each other for warmth.

Michizou Tachihara observes, how you're playing, nuzzling your neck from time to time, closing his eyes in a bliss.

You don't pay much attention to him, lost in a game.

Tachihara wiggles a little and place his hands on top of yours, not letting you push control buttons anymore. You turn your neck, so one eye faces him.

He grins and maneuver his body to lay on top of yours. He moved his arm only to shut your laptop down.

Now the room was completely dark. Sighing in defeat, you lay your head down.

You feel Tachihara's breath on the back of your neck, when he nuzzles it one last time, before closing his eyes.

Hugging Tachihara feels like hugging the embodiment of care. Someone, that reminds you to take care of yourself.

You're still not sure, how Teruko manage to convince you to go to a small camping trip.

But, you are pretty sure, that she didn't expect that night will be that cold, so you two have to share both tent and sleeping bag.

Teruko Okura lays face to face with you. She presses the tip of her nose against yours, forces you to look into her reddish pink eyes.

With a sly smile on her lips, Teruko pull you closer to her. Now your face pressed against her chest, her arms wrapped around your chest and her legs intertwined with hers.

Teruko loves to spoon you. She admitted, that that way she makes sure, that you are safe and sound. That you are here.

Teruko tilt her head a little and her hair fall down on your face. You feel a scent of raspberry.

You wrapped your arms around Teruko's midsection.

Both of you are warm. Both of you are safe.

Hugging Teruko Okura feels like being surrounded by a protective presence. Like be in a place, that will never let any worries come and get you.

The movie was on. And you, wrapped in a blanket, was cuddling with Fukuchi.

Fukuchi Ouchi lay on his side behind you. With one hand draped over your shoulders, he pressed his chest against your back.

Your head is laying on Fukuchi's second hand, that is outstretched towards the TV.

Fukuchi pressed his nose behind your ear and softly nuzzles you. His hand, that he was hugging you with, slowly moved towards your face and playfully pinched your nose.

You pout and try to move your face away. Fukuchi's laughter fill your ears. While it's not his normal booming laughter, it's still a little bit loud.

Fukuchi moved his face closer to your cheek, nuzzling it. His mustache tickles.

His arm is now stroking your side.

For a few minutes, Fukuchi continue nuzzling your face and caress your side.

Then he put his chin back on the top of your head.

You rubbed your head under his chin. Fukuchi let out a sigh and hold you closer to him. After some movement, he is laying on his back, and you are laying on top of him.

The gaze of his vibrant purple eyes is soft.

His hands start caressing your face.

He is scratching behind your ears, running his hands down your head and neck. He squishes your cheeks a few times.

It's a miracle, that Fukuchi Ouchi can be that soft.

It might look silly from the outside, but, it Fukuchi's way to remind you, that you are loved. That you are needed. That he is there for you.

Hugging Fukuchi Ouchi feels like hugging a force of nature, that will do anything, to show you, that you are loved.

[phoenix-eclipses]

Casting Love 0.6 -- Put it in the Universe

YN got there early. The moment they walked into the store, one of the employees immediately recognized them and waved. They waved back and sat at one of the tables, not wanting to order anything yet while waiting for Kenma.

Right at 2:30 Kenma walked into the small cafe. YN walked over.

"Hi! How are you today?"

"Oh, hi. I'm okay. Were you waiting?"

"Not for that long, don't worry. I just didn't have much to do once class ended so I changed and headed over. I got here like five minutes ago." they waved his concern off before turning to the menu. "What do you want? I'd personally recommend a slice of one of their pies, they're all really good."

"Hm." He walked over to the display case and looked at the options. "I'll take a slice of the apple pie."

"Nice choice! I haven't tried it myself but one of my friends really like it. Hmm... I think I'll have the strawberry rhubarb." YN glanced to the employee who happened to be listening. "And I'll take your recommended drink."

After they got their food and drinks, the two walked over to one of the empty tables to discuss a few things. YN pulled out their laptop and shifted it so Kenma could see the screen.

"I made a list of a few things I felt like were important to discuss with each other."

Schedules (update each other if major updates are made)

Extended absences (missing one or two days in a row is okay, at least for me, but preferably alert each other if we're going to be gone, especially if it's for multiple classes)

Weekly or biweekly meetings (don't know how much time we'll have in class to properly talk so it'd be important to talk outside of class)

"Of course, if you have anything you're concerned about you can add it in the list. I just thought these were important to settle first."

Kenma nodded his head, opening his own laptop. "Can you share this with me? It'd be helpful for us to both have it to our disposal in case we need to reference it or if any changes need to be made."

"Yep! What's your email?"

0.5 -- Masterlist -- 0.7

Notes

YN did in fact leave their class early (the prof takes attendance in the beginning so they got full attendance marks since he didnt even notice)

They were running back to their shared appartment with Iwa as they called Tsuki (they almost tripped while trying to explain everything to him)

Realistically, it didn't take them that long to decide on an outfit (like 10 minutes max) but then YN spent the rest of the time worrying about how to talk to Kenma so they made the bullet list to try and at least have a baseline to start from

YN was purposefully excluding Oikawa because it's 1/2 am for him

I love Kenma but I'm also convinced unless he is fully interested in the conversation/it's with one person he's comfortable with he can be dry asf

The range of time of when I drop these posts keeps getting more chaotic, it really just represents the ruin my sleep schedule is in

One of the funniest but also hardest things about this is because my normal writing tends to be so much more formal than this but I want the writing portions to fit the vibe but also just be goofy so don't expect anything crazy from them :b

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Laptop recommendations?

I need to get a new laptop and I was wondering if anyone had a recommendation for a good one

Preferences/Info:

A lot of memory.

Lasts longer than a few years (looking at you Apple)

Not too big (easy to transport/store)

Has headphone jack and usb ports

Doesn't need to be a gaming computer or anything like that.

Doesnt have to have a bunch of "smart" features

Will mostly be using it for writing and streaming.

Prefered price range: $200-400 ($500 max preference)

xx

[touteslespetiteschosess]

Love To Hate Me || Kylian Mbappé

Chapter 2 : Try Friends?

Chapter 1

Plot: Kylian's benched and now, so is y/n. What could go wrong?

Word Count: 1378

Masterlist

"You're joking?" she scoffed, watching Enrique across his desk.

"Afraid not." he sighed, tapping the pen in his hand on the desk a few times, "Send your best team to Japan with us but you're not coming."

She sat up a little straighter in her chair, "Luis, I'll be able to effectively handle the team's image from Japan- where they are- you said that yourself."

"I said that when all of the risks to our image were going to be there with us. I need you to keep a close eye on Kylian, here. Stay close to him, maybe get to know him a bit, that way you'll be able to predict his next moves. I know you're good at that."

"The man hates me. I'll have James or Louis stay back here with him, they're just as good as me, and Kylian will actually speak to them."

"We both know you're better than your entire department combined."

"Clearly not, since I'm the one who let this entire disaster happen in the first place," she grumbled.

"You know I didn't bring you here for your good looks." Luis joked, walking around the desk to her side, as she stood up, a frown marring her face, "I know what you're capable of, this team doesn't. Show them the y/n I know. You show Kylian who's boss."

Folding her arms over her chest, she allowed him to guide her out of his office. "I was looking forward to a holiday."

He stopped in his doorway, as she carried on back to her own office a few corridors away, "Tell that to Kylian!" he called and she smirked to herself.

A day had elapsed since her meeting with Enrique and y/n sat in her office, typing rapidly on her laptop. The entire training centre was quiet since about 80 per cent of the staff had jetted off to Japan that afternoon.

Just her luck that her first holiday of the year would get cancelled just so she could hang back and work. Not that the trip would have been a holiday anyway, she would've been working, but she was supposed to have a few hours to explore Japan or maybe just lie in her hotel room in the dark for a while. That would be nice.

No, here she sat, alone in her office, not having said a word since she greeted the receptionists this morning. Her fingers had a mind of their own, flying over the keyboard before she even had to consider what she was typing.

Her stomach rumbled. Loud.

She hit send on another email and went to open one more when her stomach sounded again. Maybe a yoghurt wouldn't sustain her all day.

Hesitantly, she flicked her laptop shut and headed for the door before stopping in her tracks. She stopped and turned back for her laptop- she really didn't have time to spare eating lunch, so multitasking it was.

Quickly, she headed down to the canteen and got herself a bowl of chicken and rice as well as an apple. She sat alone- it wasn't like she particularly wanted to sit with anyone in there anyway. There were maybe ten people max in the hall. A few of the coaches, who were fairly low down in the ranks, so were subject to coaching Enrique's rejects- the loft. Said players were also scattered around the room, laughing in small groups together, not a care in the world.

She opened her laptop again and got back to work, starting to draft an email in response to l'Equipe, stating their reasons for excluding Mbappé from the Japan squad.

Here at Paris Saint-Germain, we are not only a team, but a family. We appreciate Kylian's incredible talent but we cannot condone-

"I hate this."

His voice made her head snap up and her face fell. He sat across the table from her- she wasn't sure when he'd got there. She scoffed, sarcasm dripping off her tongue, "Sure, you can sit here."

A scowl was painted on his face, his arms folded over his chest like a toddler throwing a hissy fit. "I hate this place and this stupid team. I shouldn't be training with them."

"What, you think you're too good for them?" she asked, bored, not glancing up from her laptop.

"Yes!" he exclaimed.

"Nobody likes a huge ego," she murmured.

"Well, thanks to you, nobody likes me right now anyway."

She looked up, meeting his eyes, "Thanks to you, really, I'd say."

He seethed, watching her through narrowed eyes, lips pursed, "I want out. I want to go back to my team."

"Well, I'm not the person to speak to about getting a contract drawn up but-"

"Not like that. You can't make me train with this new team. You can't bench me. I'm-"

"Kylian Mbappé?" she finished for him, "I know. You've said." Uninterested, she shifted her gaze back down to her laptop, declaring, "Maybe you should try being nice to them. Get to know them."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because whether you like it or not, your old teammates are in Japan and you're here. Until further notice, it will remain that way." she glanced across at the group of men, chatting and laughing as they ate their lunch, "That's your team now."

He was quiet for a moment- a miracle, she thought! Then, he reached across the table and snatched her apple, taking a large bite, "You're right." he said, through his mouthful of fruit.

"My apple!"

"You want it back?" he asked, holding the half-demolished thing toward her.

She grimaced, "You owe me an apple."

Standing up, he hummed, "Oops."

She blinked up at him, fluttering her lashes in a way that she had to know did something to him, "Goodbye." she said, in a clearly fake, sweet tone.

"So eager to get rid of me?" he mused, an infuriating smirk on his face.

"I've got work to do. No thanks to you."

"I'm on my best behaviour now, promise." he declared, strolling off.

She frowned at his retreating figure- conceited prick. Glancing back down at her laptop, she typed a few words and then stopped. Blankly, she watched the screen for a few moments, as a small smile crept onto her face.

Sure, he was still a dick, but maybe he'd quiet down now. He'd settle with the loft for now, two armies of lawyers would get to work behind the same, and maybe, just maybe, she'd finally catch a break from the two-week-long headache that had been plaguing her incessantly.

Y/n sat on her sofa, some Netflix show playing on the TV, though she hadn't heard a word. Finally, she'd replied to all her emails and drafted all the responses she needed to- for today at least.

Her phone buzzed and she scrambled in search of the device, before eventually fishing it out from down the back of the couch. She checked the notification: her best friend had sent her some reel on Instagram. She watched it, it was something stupid, which she responded to wth a simple double tap.

Almost instinctually, she navigated to her home feed and opened the first story to pop up. Her heart fell.

For at least a minute, she glared at her phone, as if she could stare so hard it'd turn him to stone on the other side of the city. God, how she wished it would.

Maybe Kylian Mbappé had much more going on in his life and didn't think about her as much as she thought about him. It was her job, of course, that was the only reason. Nevertheless, this felt like a personal attack, and she was more than ready to fight back.

She was not a loser and she wasn't a quitter.

He'd almost gotten off lightly, then he'd pulled this shit? He'd fooled her for a few hours and made her pay for it. Big mistake. He didn't know what was coming.

Sharply, she tossed her phone straight back onto the couch, with so much force it bounced back toward her. As she scowled at the plain walls of her apartment, she let out a loud yell. Who cared if her neighbours thought she was delusional?

"Fuck you!"

Chapter 3 Masterlist

[onboardsorasora]

That video 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 made me want to write more tennis Dan. He is so so soft... I just. Here's some soft tennis Dan 🥺

I'll tag everything properly tomorrow

Part 1 l Part 21

Part 22

"DR, I need an answer." It was Blake, calling into the kitchen from the living room. Daniel peaked out above the open fridge door in confusion.

"To?"

"The WTA, the meet starts tomorrow."

"Oh." Daniel closed the door, his brow furrowed as he looked at his hand, it wasn't swollen anymore and the surgical scar didn't look so severe. "I thought you were joking about that."

It was the complete end of the season, the US Open had ended weeks ago with total Djoko dominance. The only thing left on the docket was a tournament held by the World Tennis Association, where they invited the top six men and women in the world to play essentially dinner theatre for a cash prize at the end.

As the world number 1, Daniel was automatically invited, but with his injury he had been ruled out and replaced. 

"No, Matteo dropped out. He hurt his ankle– so they asked if you're good. I told em your doc signed off but it's up to you."

Blake watched as Daniel got that deer in headlights look and sighed. He turned back to his laptop, preparing to reply in the negative. 

"Daniel, are you ok?" Max exited his sim room, eyeing Daniel's shell shocked form curiously, almost worriedly.

Carefully, Blake filled him in when it seemed like Daniel was having a conversation with his palm— as if he was willing his bones to give him the answers.

"You should do it." Max said simply. He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge– nudging Daniel out of the way as he did so.

"Wait what now?" Daniel's head whipped up, his shock returned.

Max shrugged, he said what he said and he knew Daniel heard him.

"But…"

"You can grip the racquet, you're right hand dominant anyway so it'll just be if you want to power through your back hand– which you don't normally do a lot so I don't think you're going to all of a sudden want to, maybe." Max stated matter of factly with a small shrug of his broad shoulders. Blake and Daniel stared at him as if he grew another head. 

A loud crunch sounded behind them and Daniel almost got whiplash from turning to see Micheal sitting on the island countertop eating an apple. "He's right." Is all he added, his mouth full.

"What if— what if I like fall or something?" Daniel's voice was small, insecure. His shoulders sagged a little.

"Don't fall." Was Michael's oh so helpful reply.

"Just like…tuck?" Blake was marginally better but still received a deadpan glare.

"I can't think of crashing when I drive, or else I won't drive to the best of my abilities. You never used to think of falling when you play, you shouldn't start now." Max cupped Daniels cheek with his cold palm– wet from the condensation.

"Max—" Daniel felt nervous, helpless. But he wasn't sure if he was ready. He wanted to play, don't get him wrong. The fire was in his belly and watching the US Open had been an exercise in torture. But now that the opportunity was in front of him, he felt hesitant to step forward and take it.

Max watched him with a quiet confidence that was just all Max. Daniel looked around and saw Blake and Micheal also looking at him with a silent belief. They believed he was ready but they were ultimately leaving it to his decision.

"How soon can we leave?" Daniel asked after a moment, bolstered their faith and conviction.

The group of men cheered, apologizing swiftly and contritely to the cats who scattered in fear at the sudden noise.

[fineprintedsunsets]

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚈𝙴

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 11! | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List

inspired by your fav psychological thriller (YOU) + "I would burn the world for you”

Synopsis: Cinnamon skin. Pretty brown eyes. My Oh My. She's the apple of my eye.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: stalker!natasha x black!f oc. creepy nat. obsessive behavior. stalker behavior. ownership over human beings? orgasm denial. oral (female receiving) slight praise kink. dirty talk. smut obvi. dual pov. fingering.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Sweet But Psycho - Ava Max

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

“Hey sweetheart, mind if I grab a seat?” A gentle voice pulled me from my laptop, and my eyes immediately fell on its source. A woman, with crimson red hair falling leisurely at her sides, green eyes blinking back at me.

A breath gets caught in my throat as she parts her lips, lifting her structure to display a coy smile. My head feels dizzy, looking into her eyes, it feels somehow as if I’ve known her for a long time.

My words fall out of my mouth, stuttering until I attempt to form a coherent sentence.

“Of course.”

All that for two words. The woman pulls out the chair across from me, and although I try hard not to notice the way her leather jacket hugs her curves, the sunlight shines across her fair skin. The woman places her coffee cup down, tilting her head to the side.

I can see her winged eyeliner and her faint smoky eye, her nude lipstick placed on her placid lips. Her smile causes heat to pour into my body, and the way she parts her lips makes me want to kiss them.

Knock it off, Maya.

She’s a stranger.

An odd feeling surrounds her though. A mysterious mask she must wear, one I’m dying to look under, to explore and remove. She must catch my ogling, as much as I keep peering over my laptop to stare, it’s understandable.

“You come here often?” She asks, her tone a bit teasing. I clear my throat, rubbing a hand over my face to hide the blush forming on my dark cheeks.

She’s talking about Café Flore, the beautiful flower-themed coffee shop in Paris. I do come here often, every Monday to write my novel, eat my regular order, and move on with my afternoon.

I didn’t expect to meet a beautiful woman this Monday though.

“Yeah, I do.”

She smiles, bringing her slender fingers to reach for her coffee cup, and of course, I think she’s reaching for my arm, but mistakenly she doesn't and the disappointment I feel is hard to cower away from.

“What’s your name?” I ask, clearing my throat of bile, the embarrassment washing away with it. Nervousness pokes at my stomach as I wait for her answer. “Natasha.” I cock my head, meeting her eyes again. The name fits her perfectly, her dominant demeanor, her leather outfit.

She looks out of place in Paris, but I can't deny, I’ve always loved out-of-place things. Mis-matched quilts make up most of my apartment, various fabric patches hold my pants together, and mixed oddities in a china cabinet are a sight to behold.

Unlike inanimate objects, I do not desire to put this woman on a shelf, I want to keep her with the quilts on my mattress.

I want to see her in my bed.

I shake my head, clearing the inappropriate thoughts. She’s sitting right across from me, her pink lips wrapping around the coffee cup-

Is she even into women? Women like me?

God, I hope so.

“Why me?” I don’t mean to be so upfront, but my question is calmed by Nat’s cool smile.

Were calling her Nat now, Maya?

Great.

She laughs, surely noticing the red on my cheeks. I’m eternally grateful for her light reaction to such a rude question. I don’t trust people, even pretty girls who sit at my table. You never know, these days.

“A pretty girl, cinnamon skin glowing in this weather, brown eyes filled with creativity, how could I not sit here?”

Eye’s filled with creativity?

Fuck me, please.

Literally.

My mouth is slightly agape, but Nat smiles, closing her palm around the paper cup. “Let's put that mouth to better use, hun. Are you hungry?”

“Yes.”

My eyes bulge, my words toppling over as I race to answer her question. I shut my mouth immediately, I don’t want to seem eager, or a weirdo, but I can’t help it.

This only happens in swoon-worthy romances.

Not Maya’s-Coffee-Shop-Outing-Monday’s.

She smiles a hint of red on her cheeks. I’m relieved at the sight, I’m happy, ecstatic really, to see she feels at least a little for me.

Pretty girl. Cinnamon skin.

My thighs clench underneath the table, I so desperately want to hear those words fall from her lips once more.

“Do you like apple croissants?” Nat flags down a waitress before I can even answer, it’s ironic she knows my order, it’s what I get every time I’m here. Maybe she enjoys them just as much as me, it is a best seller.

Melody comes to our table, holding a pen and pad, her forehead slick with sweat. It’s a hot day outside, no hot coffee for me. “Hey, What can I get for you?”

“An apple croissant for Maya, hun.”

How does she know my name?

Nat must see my confusion, because she smiles, waves the waitress off, and points to my laptop. I laugh with her when I realize my name is scrawled at the top, along with my address.

For lost and found purposes of course.

“Do you come here often?” I joke, reciprocating her earlier question, and she blesses me with her smile. Me and Natasha talk until my apple croissant comes to the table, cooled off by the inside air conditioner.

I thank Melody, pull the plate over to me, and bring the dessert to my lips. Nat watches my entire encounter with the desert. I feel self-conscious with her eyes on my lips, watching as I bite into it.

All the feelings wash away as the flavors wash over my tongue, the cinnamon and apple baked dessert, crispy pastry cooled to perfection…

“You're adorable when you're happy.”

I pause, bring the desert away from my mouth, and do something I’ve wanted to do since I saw her.

“My place or yours?”

“Mine.”

🥐

Maya was different from the other ones.

I could feel it as I wrapped my fingers around her shoulders, hearing her breath pitch for me. She was more than a pretty girl.

She was my pretty girl.

I would burn the world for her.

I’d been following her for weeks, as soon as I first saw her at Cafe Flore, her eyes glued to her computer screen. I didn’t know much about her then, I was just a pair of green eyes in the distance.

I wanted to scream at her, tell her to pay attention to her surroundings, weird people could be around waiting to grab her at any chance. It didn’t matter, I’d keep them away from my girl, I would teach her how to wield a knife, how to protect her body and heart.

From everyone but me.

I knew her full name by the first few seconds of setting eyes on her face.

Maya Amani Robinson.

It fit my girl well.

Within days I learned everything I could, she was the apple of my eye, my obsession, she was just simply mine.

It helped in situations like these, her back against my apartment door, breath panting as I kissed down her throat. The noises she emitted told me to keep going as I signaled to her shirt, helping her tug it off.

The second her bare stomach met my vision, I knew I had chosen well. My fingers travel to her brown bralette, almost disappearing in her skin complexion. Her fingers found my shirt, my leather jacket lost somewhere in my apartment hallway.

“Doing great, hun.”

Maya tries to hide it, but I see the way her thighs clench, my fingers travel lower as my lips tantalize everywhere, running lines over her collarbone, biting at her ear lobe, making her buck against my door as I smile at her, my fingers finding their way to her patch pants.

They were gone in seconds, her brown hair messy from the pulling of clothes. The only thing that separated me from my girl’s cunt, was a flimsy g-string. That was gone as quickly as I saw it.

My bed was just inches away from the door, but I needed to have her now, pushed up against my wall, feigning over every touch.

“Nat-” Maya sucked in a breath of air, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. She always did it when she was nervous, or stuck on particular wording in her fantasy novel.

“Take what I give you, hun.” I nod, tapping her ankle to grab her attention, not that I ever lost it, she lifts her legs up, aiding me in sliding to g-strap away from her pretty pussy.

She whimpers as her sensitive skin is bare to my apartment’s air temperature. I made sure to let it run when I went to meet her at our spot, she hated warm things on warm days.

We were a lot alike in that way.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” Maya lets out a string of curses, pulling her legs open as I make her watch, my tongue darts out to run over my lips, teasing her with every move.

Finally, I reside on my knees, pull her legs open wider against my door, and bury my face in her cunt. She tastes divine, like a warm cup of cocoa after a snowy day. She’s already so wet, who knew my girl liked being spread open and eaten out?

Oh wait, I did.

My tongue prods at her entrance as her fingers find my hair, tangling in their strands. My breasts swell against my bra, I can feel the way my body reacts to her, and I know Maya notices.

She attempts to close her thighs as my tongue gathers her wetness, but I pry them apart, pulling away from her cunt to whisper, “Take it.”

And then I am a mess. My tongue slides into her as she cries out in pleasure, I can feel both her and I clench, me on air, and her on my tongue. Her hips buck, but I hold her still, forcing her to take me in, never allowing her to adjust.

It’s punishment in some way.

My hand comes up to part her folds, my tongue drilling into her as my thumb finds her puffy clit. She whimpers as I expose it to my eyes, and I him against her, satisfied at the glistening bud.

I knew exactly how to pleasure my girl, a part of me wished I didn’t. After hours of scouring her social media profiles, I learned of a podcast she hosted, mostly talking about her novel (which was going great so far), but there was one episode where she talked about her experience in writing sex scenes.

I hum at the beautiful memory, hearing her voice through my earbuds as I listened to her talk about her sexual experiences, how her previous partners left her dissatisfied, and how it influenced her writing style.

I was upset at my girl too, even though hearing her voice for the first time was delightful, she shouldn’t be sharing what gets her pussy wet on the internet. There are odd people on social media, some who could go stalking around, and use it against her.

I couldn’t have that, I needed to teach Maya a lesson. My thumbs push at her clit, rubbing circles as crude noises emit from my apartment floor. Maya’s close, I can feel her clenching around my tongue, begging for beautiful release.

And I was going to give it to her.

Just not yet.

“Nat!” Maya begs, bucking her hips in sync with my tongue. I didn’t want to rip it away from her, but my girl must learn. I see the orgasm tense as her eyes close, her face scrunched in a wince, I press against her clit once more before I pull away, watching her body follow my tongue.

I push her against the door, her hips meeting metal. Maya cries from the pain, as she squirms.

“The more you move, sweet girl. The less of me you get.”

She stopped her hips, allowing me to mold my palms to her curves as I get off my knees, and pulled her flaccid jaw to my lips, forcing her to taste her arousal.

Maya kisses me back, but my lips crush her own, my other hand, the one that’s not fondling with the point peak of her breast, snakes down between us, my breast against her own peaks makes it hard for my own desire to be hidden.

My girl will not taste me tonight, but when she does, she’ll know,

She is all mine.

And I am her's

My fingers find her wet cunt, as they slide at her entrance, forcing her to open for me again. My lips conceal her moans as she bucks her hips, taking my fingers with ease. I watch and hear them slide into her, my eyes wide open as we kiss.

I pull away, as much as it hurts. Maya likes my words, in time, she will love them but knows she needs them to get her over the edge.

“You getting close, Maya?”

“Yes, Nat- Please.” She sounds almost breathless, the red on her cheeks more visible than it was in the Cafe.

“You can do it, come on.” My pace speeds up, sliding in and out of her wet cunt, she meets every pull with a buck of her hips, and when her breath hitches, I know my girl is right there.

“Cum over my fingers, hun. Show me how much you want me-”

With that, My girl makes a beautiful mess.

🥐

I wake up to Natasha's intense green gaze, and I swear, every time I see them, I fall in love with her a little more. She cocks her signature coy smile, and when I see it, I can only think about her lips between my thighs last night, ordering me to come.

She tucks a stray hair behind my ear, her fingers running smoothly over my jaw.

“Good morning, you"