#Features of Einstein

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DAY ONE OF GEMINI SEASON AND FRANKIE’S BIRTHDAY DAY!!!!

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Manuel & Mounir 29.06.24

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Remember that placing a computer next to a heater is bad.

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Meet Krish Arora: The 10-Year-Old Prodigy with an IQ Higher Than Einstein's

In an extraordinary feat that has captured public attention, 10-year-old Krish Arora from Hounslow, West London, has recently been recognized for having an IQ of 162, surpassing that of renowned intellectual giants like Albert Einstein and Stephen Hawking, whose estimated IQs hover around 160. This remarkable achievement places Krish in the spotlight as not just a high-IQ individual but also a…

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Salesforce Einstein AI Features and Benefits for Sales, Cloud and Marketing

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Einstein — new police procedural pilot for CBS

Einstein — new police procedural pilot for CBS

Deadline reports CBS has ordered a pilot for Einstein a new police procedural. As I’ve found by going through back catalogues of various streamers, the market for these shows is ever present, ever renewed and ever enjoyed. This particular pilot is from the Monk team of creator/executive producer Andy Breckman and director/executive producer Randy Zisk. As I said in the link, Monk didn’t work for…

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After School Ghost Theory 101 with Professor Fenton

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[Image ID: A four page comic that starts with Danny Fenton standing in front of a whiteboard holding up a white cat. "Question: Do ghosts purr?” 

Tucker: “Danny when was the last time you slept?” Danny: “Irrelevant.” 

Danny info-dumps: “The answer is yes, but also no. Technically, all beings that possess a core are constantly "purring", a.k.a. Core Vibrations. Core Vibrations are a nonverbal, emotion-based communication system between Ghosts, similar to how some living species use pheromones to communicate. The exact tone of each ghost is different the same way people's voices are different. Humans can only hear these vibrations when the frequency passes through their audible range (20Hz - 20KHz), hence the 'purring' sound. When the range dips into infrasound (16 - 20Hz) it can cause feelings of fear and unease in humans that they often associate with ghosts and the supernatural. Also known as the ‘Heebie Jeebies.’”

Danny, wiping off the whiteboard: “Any questions before we move on?"

Danny’s audience consists of Wes Weston, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Danny’s clone Ellie, and Dash Baxter in a classroom. Wes is seated at a desk at the front taking notes. Tucker is sitting on Sam’s lap playing on a Switch, Ellie is sitting on a desk behind them. Dash is asleep at the back of the room.

Ellie, now holding the cat: “Is this Vlad’s first cat!?” Wes: "Could you tone down the floating eyes before the next part? They're kinda distracting." Danny: "What eyes?" Wes: “Please stop gaslighting me.”

A transparency trick on the last page reveals dark shadows and eyes all around Danny when viewed in dark mode. /.End ID]

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[Extended Image ID: The post contains a four page comic. The first page shows two comic panels with white borders. The top panel features a bedraggled looking Danny Fenton from the waist up holding a disgruntled fluffy white cat. There are bags under his eyes, his hair is messy, his arms are covered in bandaids and cat scratches, and his nails are painted black. He’s wearing a white shirt with red sleeves and a red oval on the front. In a large green text bubble he says “Question: Do ghosts purr?” A small orange text bubble under it asks “Danny when was the last time you slept?” “Irrelevant” Danny replies. 

In the bottom panel Danny is standing on the far left side of the panel in front of a whiteboard in a classroom with the cat under his arm. He’s wearing baggy jeans with holes in the knees and his classic white and red Converse shoes. The whiteboard behind him has partially erased doodles around the edges including some flowers, stars, and Phantom’s DP symbol. There are a few balls of paper on the floor. Partially out of frame on the wall behind Danny is a poster of  Einstein and above it a clock. Pointing at the whiteboard with a marker Danny says “The answer: Yes but also no” His words are written on the whiteboard. Under the words is a drawing of a stick figure and a green bedsheet ghost with a circle between them. The circle is surrounded by green squiggly lines radiating out from it. Under the circle, an arrow is drawn pointing to it with the words ‘core vibrations’ written on the board. A green text bubble in the space under the whiteboard says “Technically, all beings that possess a core are constantly "purring", a.k.a. Core Vibrations.”

On the second page there are two blocks of text, each followed by a drawing. The page background is a pale, greenish-grey with subtle scuff marks imitating the look of a whiteboard. The first block of text at the top of the page reads “Core Vibrations are a nonverbal, emotion-based communication system between Ghosts, similar to how some living species use pheromones to communicate. The exact tone of each ghost is different the same way people's voices are different.” Under the text, imitating the look of dry erase marker, is a drawing of two simple ghosts smiling and waving to each other. They both have a small green circle drawn on their chest area with green squiggly lines radiating out from each ghost. Between the two cores, two parallel arrows are drawn, facing opposite directions. Under the arrows is the text “core to core communication.” 

Under the ghosts is a second block of text reading “Humans can only hear these vibrations when the frequency passes through their audible range (20Hz - 20KHz), hence the 'purring' sound. When the range dips into infrasound (16 - 20Hz) it can cause feelings of fear and unease in humans that they often associate with ghosts and the supernatural. Also known as the ‘Heebie Jeebies.’” Under the text a red arrow points from the words ‘heebie jeebies’ to a simple drawing of Dash Baxter holding a flashlight and looking scared. There is a cobweb with a dangling spider drawn to his right and a bunch of green blob ghosts behind him to his left. In blue text the blobs say “you forgot to update your mailing address with the IRS” and “you filed your taxes incorrectly.”

The third page once again shows two comic panels. In the top panel Danny takes up the centre. He’s stretched across the whiteboard in a dynamic pose erasing the drawing of frightened Dash with a big swipe. One hand is braced on the board as he looks over his shoulder and asks “Anyone got questions before we move on?” If the image is viewed in dark mode, there are five, messily drawn eyes of varying sizes surrounding Danny. If viewed in light mode, the eyes are absent. 

The bottom comic panel reveals Danny’s audience to be Wes Weston, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Danny’s clone Ellie, and Dash Baxter. In the bottom left corner, Wes sits slouched at a desk at the front of the classroom with papers and an open notebook spread out over his desk. He’s wearing a red zip up hoodie with white sleeves. His hoodie is unzipped showing a green shirt underneath that matches the colour of his eyes. At the desk beside him Tucker and Sam share a chair with their focus on Tucker’s Switch and not Danny’s presentation. Tucker is sitting in Sam’s lap with her arms around his waist and her head resting on his shoulder. Tucker is wearing a red beanie with short dreads, goldenrod yellow turtleneck sweater, green cargo pants, and white shoes. Sam is wearing a black crop top with a fishnet layer over top, purple pleated plaid skirt, artistically ripped purple leggings, and black combat boots with bright green laces. Tucker has the tips of his dread dyed green and purple. Sam has streaks of purple, green, and orange in her hair. Ellie is sitting cross legged on top of a desk two rows behind Sam and Tucker. She’s wearing a cropped hoodie with the same colours as Danny’s shirt and black track pants with white and red shoes. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail and she is holding the squirming fluffy white cat up in the air. At the very back of the classroom behind Wes’ left shoulder Dash can be seen asleep slouched over his desk. Wes has one hand resting on his desk holding a mechanical pencil the other partially raised with his hand open. In a beige text bubble with red text he replies to Danny’s question with an unimpressed look on his face “Could you tone down the floating eyes before the next part? They're kinda distracting.” Under his text bubble a small blue text bubble from Ellie asks “Is this Vlad’s first cat!?” If the image is viewed in dark mode, there are three visible floating eyes off to the side of the panel. If viewed in light mode, the eyes are absent. 

The final comic page is a single, full body shot of Danny standing in front of the blank whiteboard. He’s looking over his shoulder, slightly turned with his back mostly towards the classroom and the eraser in his hand. He has an incredulous look on his face. If the page is viewed in dark mode, the background looks dark and Danny is surrounded by dozens eyes of in all different sizes. If viewed in light mode, the eyes are absent. In a green text bubble Danny asks “What eyes?” In the bottom left corner Wes replies “Please stop gaslighting me.” /.End ID]

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Twente Consortium Develops Vibration-free Cooling for Measuring Gravitational Waves - Technology Org

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Twente Consortium Develops Vibration-free Cooling for Measuring Gravitational Waves - Technology Org

A consortium of the University of Twente, Demcon Kryoz and Cooll will develop an advanced cooling system for the Einstein Telescope that will measure gravitational waves.

The consortium will receive €2.6 million over a three-year period from the Einstein Telescope R&D scheme, funded by the National Growth Fund.

Gravitational waves – illustrative photo. Image credit: Pixabay (Free Pixabay license)

The Einstein Telescope will be a huge observatory that will measure gravitational waves that Albert Einstein predicted more than 100 years ago. Those gravitational waves are so weak that even the smallest vibrations make it impossible to detect the waves. Detecting these very weak signals from the universe requires vibration-free cooling to very low temperatures.

Measuring gravitational waves

Observations of gravitational waves by existing observatories and the new Einstein Telescope are made with laser beams. These are sent into ten-kilometre-long tunnels in two directions and reflected by mirrors at the ends to be collected at the starting point by a detector.

The measurement signal depends on the difference in the path travelled by the two laser beams. University lecturer Michiel van Limbeek explains: “A passing gravity wave influences that difference on the measurement signal. You can extract information from that, for example about how that gravitational wave was formed.”

To fund the research, the R&D scheme was created as part of the ET valorisation programme with a financial contribution from the National Growth Fund. The scheme has five calls; the first was for vibration-free cooling, which is needed to make measurements much more accurate. That call was awarded to the Twente consortium.

Three-stage cooling system

The Twente consortium will receive €2.6 million over three years to make its cooling technology suitable for the Einstein Telescope. To do so, they will develop a three-stage cooling system that works with three different coolants, neon, hydrogen and helium.

The cooling process starts at -195 °C, the temperature reached with liquid nitrogen. Two intermediate steps are needed to reach the final, trickiest step to -263 °C: the coldest point in the cooling system. Eventually, they will build three copies of the cooling system, one for research at the University of Twente and two for the ETpathfinder in Maastricht.

More information

Dr Michiel van Limbeek is an Associate Professor in the Department of Energy, Materials & Systems (EMS; Faculty of S&T). Among other things, the research group has been conducting research on vibration-free cooling based on a sorption technology using activated carbon for over 20 years.

Besides research on cryogenic techniques, the EMS group also works on high-current superconductivity. Applications are in the field of renewable energy (including nuclear fusion and high-power electricity transmission) and scientific research. EMS contributes to CERN (elementary particles), ESA (space exploration) and the Einstein Telescope (gravitational waves), among others.

Source: University of Twente

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Wednesday Feature: Insanity

Happy Hump Day! Every once in a while, I feel the need to rant, if just a bit. Personally, it’s like an exorcism of pent-up frustration. Since this blog is mine and I am the author, editor, chief cook, and bottlewasher, I get a certain license to write stuff that I feel is important. I ask readers today, for a bit of indulgence. Insanity is classically defined by Oxford as “the state of being…

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⋆˙⟡ flashed, chris sturniolo

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary. in which while arguing with chris you flashed him to shut him up.

warnings. smut, making out, missionary, fingering, p in v, small argument at the beginning.

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you let out a loud sigh as chris continues to go on about the same thing that he has been for the past thirty minutes—chris was arguing with you because you were at a party last and you over done how much you drank.

“you’re so irresponsible when it comes to drinking!” chris says, running a hand through his messy hair.

you huff and stand up off the sofa and walk into the kitchen, trying to get away from this pointless argument.

he follows you into the kitchen, continuing his rant, “the fuck have i told you about walking away from me when im trying to talk to you?” he says, slamming his palm on the kitchen table.

“chris this is a pointless argument, i said sorry.” you say rubbing your temples due to the headache that was forming.

“i don’t care if you’re sorry. but you always do this, you always walk away when im trying to talk to you, it’s fucking annoying.” he says, his frustration beginning to show.

you throw your head back with a loud groan, rolling your eyes as chris rambled on about how you always walked away from him.

“and i swear to god if you roll your eyes at me again…” he threatened, walking closer to you, “do you ever stop complaining?” you ask rhetorically with a fed up tone.

“no i fucking don’t because you never listen to me and always do whatever the fuck you want.” he groaned, his fist balled up at his side. “and right now i want you to stand there and look at me, without rolling your eyes or walking away.” he demanded, his voice stern and commanding.

you try to think of something, anything to get him to stop talking. and once it finally came into your head you felt like the next albert einstein.

if there was anyone watching you two right now, they would’ve saw the idea literally pop into your head.

a grin comes over your features as you brung your hands to the bottom of your shirt, wrapping your fingers around the hem before lifting the fabric enough until it was exposing your bare chest to the boy in front of you.

his eyes immediately fell to your bare chest, his anger briefly forgotten as he took in the sight of your bare skin. his jaw slacked slightly, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“cat got your tongue, baby?” you ask, tilting your head and running your tongue over your top teeth as you watch chris’ expression.

chris doesn’t say anything, just a small ‘woah’ falling from under his breath — just his eyes flickering between your chest and your eyes with a look of disbelief and desire in his eyes. his cheeks turned a slight shade of red as he realised you had flashed him in an argument to shut him up.

you let out a small laugh at his reaction before slowing dropping your shirt to cover your chest again.

after a few seconds, chris finally managed to talk, “what the fuck was that?” his voice a combination of shock, arousal, and residual anger.

he run a hand through his disheveled brunette hair, “you can’t just…flash me like that in the middle of an argument, that’s not fair.”

“well, i had no other choice.” you shrug with a smug look on your face. your legs walked you forward until you were standing in front of chris, you looked up at him with a certain look in your eyes.

his breath hitched as he looked down at you, his heart pounding in his chest. his anger was quickly being replaced by something else entirely as he looked into your eyes. he let out a low groan, his body tensing as he saw the look in your eyes. “what are you doing?”

“just…testing the waters.” you mumble before leaning up to his lips and placing a soft kiss on his lips to see how he would react to your touch.

he stiffened under your touch, his breath hot against your lips as he tried to rein in his body’s immediate reaction to you. he let out a low groan, his hands finding their way to your hips, gripping onto them tightly. “you’re insufferable, you know that?”

“am i?” you question, bringing your hands up to rest of either side of his neck — deepening the kiss.

he groaned into the kiss, his lips parting slightly as his resolve began to crumble under your touch. his hands slid from your hips to the small of your back, pulling your body flush against his. he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours.

as chris parted his lips the slightest bit, you slid your tongue past his lips and into his mouth, which earns a low grunt from him.

his arms wrapped tightly around you, his hands splayed across your back as he crushed you against his chest. He kissed you passionately, his emotions a whirlwind of frustration, desire, and anger. he broke the kiss only to trail his lips along your jaw and down your neck.

you felt chris’ hands come to under your thighs and hoist you up his waist. once you secured your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, he began to walk to the sofa.

he carried you to the sofa and lay you down before hovering over the top of you, his hands on your hips. he broke the kiss to lean his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath, “we shouldn’t…” he began, his voice breathy as he tried to calm himself.

“why shouldn’t we?” you ask with a confused expression on your face, licking your lips as you place your hands back on either side of his neck.

he swallowed hard, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he looked up at you with lust-darkened eyes, “because we were fighting…” he said, his hips shifted slightly under you, betraying his growing arousal.

“forget about it for now?” you ask, giving him a look so he would give in quicker.

he let out a low groan and licking his lips, “fine…” he breathed, his hands sliding up your sides and back to your back, pulling you flush against him once more. “for now, we’ll forget about it.”

you moved his head closer to your lips to capture him in a kiss. you closed your eyes and moved your mouth against his, his hands tightened on your hips.

he kissed you back, all thoughts of the argument forgotten as he lost himself in your taste and touch. his hands slid under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach and sides as he deepened the kiss. he grinded his hips against yours, letting you feel how much he wanted you.

you let out a low whimper as you felt him against you, causing you to slightly buck your hips up into his.

the motion made him break the kiss, panting heavily as he looked down at you. “fuck, you’re driving me crazy,” he said, his voice strained with desire. he sat up slightly, reaching for the hem of your shirt, looking up at you for approval before pulling it off over your head, leaving you in your bra.

you sit up on your forearms so you could reach your arms around you back and unclasp your bra, letting to straps fall down your arms before throwing it off to the side and laying down again.

he let out a low groan as you revealed yourself to him, his eyes hungrily roaming over your curves. he leaned down, capturing one of your boobs in his mouth and swirling his tongue around your nipple. his hand reached up to caress your other breast, squeezing gently.

“fuck” you breathe out, biting your bottom lip. you throw your head back as you leaned up on your forearms, your hair flowing down your back.

he groaned around your nipple as you arched your back, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh. he lavished your breasts with attention, alternating between sucking and licking until your nipples were hardened and straining. his hand trailed down your stomach, teasing along the waistband of your sweats.

“come on, don’t tease.” you whine out, bringing your head down to look at chris again — see his mouth still wrapped around your boob, but his hand was trailing over your lower stomach and waist band.

he smirked at your whine, enjoying the effect he had on you. he released your nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air over the damp skin, "you’re so impatient," he teased, his nimble fingers undoing the drawstring of your sweats.

he slowly lowered your pants, his knuckles brushing against your clothed heat. he hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged them down your legs, along with your panties. he tossed them aside carelessly, leaving you bare before him.

your hands landed on the hem of his shirt, looking up at him for a nod of approval, once he does you bring the black shirt over his head and toss it over to the pile of your clothes. you then hook your hands around his neck and bring him down onto you again, bringing him into a heated kiss.

he eagerly kissed you back, his hips settling between your thighs. he grinded against you slowly, the friction against his jeans driving them both crazy. he trailed one hand down your side, gripping your thigh and hitching it higher on his waist.

you felt chris’ hand come down to your heat, he runs two of his fingers down your folds, causing you to let out a whine.

he swallowed your whine with his kiss, his fingers parting your folds and slowly slipping inside. he moved them in and out, his pace slow and torturous. he added a third finger, stretching you and scissoring his fingers to prepare you for him.

he watched your face as he continued to finger you, his touch gentle yet firm. he crooked his fingers, brushing against that spot inside you that made your back arch and your hips buck against his hand. "that's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice low.

as chris’ fingers hit that spot that sent you to a different world, you let out loud moans, “f-fuck…oh my god” you stuttered out in a high pitched whine.

he continued to stretch and prepare you, his touch unyielding. he leaned down and kissed you again, his tongue mimicking the motion of his fingers as he continued to toy with you. "i think you're ready for me now," he murmured, his voice strained with desire.

you nodded frantically, biting your bottom lip as chris pulled his fingers out of you, “please… fuck me” you whimper out, your chest moving up and down at a fast pace due to your heavy ragged breaths.

chris sat up on his knees between your legs and undid the zipper of his jeans, shoving them down along with his boxers enough to free his straining erection.

you bit your lip as you watched chris. you felt yourself getting wetter as you looked at him, bringing your hand down to rub your clit as you waited for him.

chris leaned back down to hover over you, bringing his hand to your wrist and moving it away from your clit and intertwining your fingers together.

he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the tip through your slick folds. "you ready, baby?" he asked looking you in the eyes, his voice husky with desire.

“yeah” you said nodding your head. you moved your body about the sofa until you were comfortable. you brung your free hand around his neck and lowered his head into your neck as he slid inside you, a strained moan falling from your parted lips.

he let out a low groan as he sank deeper into you, his thickness stretching you to your limits. he held still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried inside you. "fuck," he breathed against your neck, his heart pounding against your hand that was now on his chest.

“shit,” you hissed through your teeth, squeezing your eyes shut.

“you okay, baby?” chris asked, moving his head away from your neck. he moved one of his hands to next to your head to hold his weight up as he watched your pussy engulf his dick as he slowly moved his hips.

you took a deep breath and nodded, your hand squeezing his, "i- yeah… just go faster," you said, your voice barely a whisper.

chris sped up his hips, moving in and out of you with more force as you let out lewd moans. your head now thrown into the cushions as far as they’d go with your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

he grunted with each thrust, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room. "you like that, baby?" he asked hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. "huh?" he teased, also throwing his head back and biting his bottom lip.

“fuck yeah” you moaned, letting go of chris and bringing your hands up to your tits, running your hands over your nipples causing the knot in your stomach to tighten further.

his eyes locked onto your hands on your breasts, his own movements growing choppier. he brought one hand down to your thigh, hitching your leg higher around his waist and changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that spot inside you. "you're so perfect,"

when chris changed angles you felt a whole new type of pleasure wash over you, “o-oh my… fuck chris, that feels so fucking good.” you cry out, your hands now gripping the side of the cushion under your head.

he let out a guttural groan, his pace quickening as he drove into you with increased fervor. his hand on your thigh squeezed tighter as he watched your face contort in pleasure.

“i’m gonna- im gonna come” you moan, your teeth sinking harshly into your bottom lip. your knuckles were turning white due to your grip on the pillow.

"come for me then, baby," he encouraged, his voice low and gravelly. he buried his face in the crook of your neck as he pistoned his hips, his movements becoming sloppy as he neared his own release.

you could feel chris nearing his own orgasm along with you. when you felt his hand push down on your stomach it made you reach your orgasm, the knot in your stomach bursting as your legs begun to shake beside chris. stuttered moans and whines falling from your mouth, your hands letting go of the pillow and falling onto chris’ back, your nails gripping into his skin.

feeling your walls clench around him sent chris over the edge. with a final deep thrust and a muffled groan against your neck, he came hard, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled himself inside you. he continued to move slowly, riding out the waves of his intense orgasm.

after a few moments, he stilled and lifted his head to look at you, his eyes filled with warmth and satisfaction. he leaned down and gently kissed your swollen lips, "you okay, baby?" he asked softly, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“mhm” you hum, opening your eyes and moving the hair away from your face. you sit up on your forearms, looking at chris who has a fucked out look on his face — his hair messed up, his lips swollen, a light layer of sweat on his forehead causing the strands at the front of his head to stick to the skin, and his eyes all hazy.

he grinned at you lazily, his arms tightening around you as he pulled you flush against his chest. "you look so beautiful right now," he murmured, his voice lazy and content. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your skin.

you let out a giggle as you make space for chris to lay next to you on the sofa, once he gets comfy he looks at you letting out a small giggle before saying, “so about that argument..”

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Einstein is a warts and all biography

Einstein is a warts and all #graphicnovel biography. Check out our review on his birthday! #comics #comicbooks

It’s Einstein’s life… warts and all! Story: Jim OttavianiArt: Jerel DyeColor: Alison Acton Get your copy now! To find a comic shop near you, visit http://www.comicshoplocator.com or call 1-888-comicbook or digitally and online with the links below. BookshopAmazoncomiXology/Kindle First Second provided Graphic Policy with a FREE copy for reviewThis post contains affiliate links, which means…

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Ex bf!Simon pt.2 - nsfw 🖤✬

Simon keeps a hand on you the whole way home, in a far grumpier mood than he was when he picked you up at the beginning of the evening, his grip that little bit tighter around you.

"You're mad." You observe, pouting up at him once you've removed your helmet, crossing your arms as you wait for him to prop his bike up on the stand. "M' not mad, poppet." Simon reassures you, fingers brushing yours when you hand back the helmet, making a conscious effort to soften his features when he catches your wide eyed gaze.

As always, he walks you to the door of your flat with a hand on the small of your back, withdrawing your keys from his pocket where you'd put them for safekeeping.

He doesn't even think when he walks in behind you, closing the door behind him and kicking off his shoes, just like he used to do back when you were still together.

"You look cold." He observes in that blunt way he always does, making you chuff. "Sorry?" You hum in response, turning to face him, rolling your eyes when you see his gaze locked unabashedly on your boobs, and the way your dress does a poor job of hiding the way your nipples have hardened on the windy trip home. "Perv." The insult rolls off your tongue easily, has him coming and grabbing you by the tops of your biceps, rubbing them with his own hands to warm you up. "Slut." He flings back just as easily. "You're making me horny." You deadpan, figuring you might as well make a joke of it. "You always were a little freak." Simon muses, distracting you as he noses at the base of your jaw, causing you to tip back your hear obediently.

You've barely even stumbled over the threshold of your bedroom when he's trying to navigate the complicated straps and clasps of your dress, grumbling to himself in the process. "You want some help there, Einstein?" You coo sarcastically as he practically herds you to your bed in the middle of the room. All it takes is a little taunting about how an experienced SAS Lieutenant can't work around some flimsy fabric and he's pushing you down under him, ripping it with his teeth. "Si!" You screech indignantly, all whilst he looks incredibly pleased with himself from where he's propped up on his forearms above you. "Y' look better with it off."

When he kisses down the dip between your boobs, one big hand coming up to knead at the doughey flesh, you're caught between a giggle and a moan, legs coming to wrap around his waist whilst he thumbs at the already damp crotch of your lacy underwear. "Already wet f'me?" He coos in that condescending way that has your thighs tightening around his broad hips. "Have been all night." You admit, feeling far less shame than you should at admitting that you still get horny from being in the same space as your ex. "Attagirl." He grunts lazily, giving you no warning when he slides a calloused hand into your panties, thumbing at your clit as though testing the waters. He can't help but grin as your back bows against the plushy mattress of your bed from the touch, the same as always.

You're already a whining mess from just his fingers alone, tummy coiled tight and face flushed in that way that he's missed so much. "Simon.." Your little needy mewls of his name have him kissing his way back up your stomach, loosely tangling his fingers with your own. "Want me to fuck you, baby?" He murmurs, genuinely wanting to make sure that you're comfortable.

He'd be perfectly happy to sit here for hours fingering and licking away at you without so much as freeing his painfully hard cock from the confines of his jeans.

"UhHuh." You babble pathetically, looking down at him with glassy eyes where he rests his chin on your hipbone, pressing appreciative little kisses there. "You sure?" He double checks, triple checks, even, just to be sure that you're happy, comfortable - always his priority. "Simon." You huff when he remains still at your waist. "Just checkin' poppet, don't want you getting all shy on me."

His dick is so hard it looks actually painful, and Simon smiles lazily as you gaze at him like the Adonis you've always seen him as. Beautiful in a way that you can't find the words to explain.

"I missed your dick." You mutter as he pumps his shaft a few times, not that he needs to considering how rock hard he is - just showing off, the cocky bastard. "Missed you too, baby." He teases back as he aligns his tip with your entrance, making you bite your lip in anticipation. He keeps one large hand at the curve of your waist as he pushes himself inside, stopping you from squirming away at the stretch, his thumb brushing soothing circles against the soft skin there. "Doin' so good. Look't you takin' me so well." He coos as you feel him bottom out, eyes squeezing shut, only opening after he sets a languorous pace with a few slow thrusts.

You only get whinier, more needy as he presses his nose below your ear, whispering praises of how perfect you are, how good you look under him.

He has you cumming at an almost embarrassing speed, needing no guidance when he hooks your knees over his shoulders, his tip rocking up against your g-spot repeatedly until he feels you squeeze around him with a little squeak that he remembers all too well.

He works you through it, getting closer to his own orgasm when you tighten around his length, gripping at the sheets and the hand he offers you as you tumble over the edge, missing the first time he asks you where you want him. "Need y' to tell me baby. Hm? Where'd you want it?" "Inside." You give a pathetically breathless whine, looking up at his furrowed brows and sweat glistened chest. "Y' sure? Need you to be sure." "M' on the pill." You murmur, eyes fluttering blissfully shut when he shoots ropes of thick cum up into you, watching adoringly as you take him.

He's oh so gentle when he pulls out, making his way to the bathroom to clean himself up, returning with a warm washcloth, peppering kisses on your thighs and lower belly as he wipes away the residue.

Simon sleeps with you tucked up against his chest that night, a hand settled protectively around your waist as he listens to the steady rise and fall of your breath, breathing in the smell of your shampoo.

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WORDS OF AFFIRMATION • JEY USO

authors note: hello my darlings! I’ve recently been working on a new mini project called “love language” which includes 5 writing pieces written based on the 5 love languages featuring my fav wrestlers. this piece is the first of the series which I am super excited to share with you all. I hope you enjoy and let me know if you would like to be tagged in the next part♥️

summary: jey found a creative way to help remind you how beautiful you are.

warnings: 18+ (y’all go watch baby einstein or something this is for grown folks 🧍🏾‍♀️) porn w/out plot, dom!jey uso x sub! fem reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) missionary position, praise, daddy kink, slight orgasm denial, small aftercare moment.

word count: 718 words

“come on mama…say it for me.”

jey growled in your ear, his voice low and rough sending shivers down your spine. if you weren’t so intoxicated off the delicious feeling of his dick relentlessly stroking against your g spot, you’d protest how unfair he was being. 

your legs clung tighter to his waist, nails digging into intricate ink on the sweat slick skin of his back as his thrusts grew deeper, each one pulling a soft moan from his lips which vibrated against your neck.“baby…I’ll stop right now if you don’t say it,” he whispered in your ear, a threat laced with a dark promise you knew he didn’t want to keep. the way your pussy clenched around him, warm slick and needy, made it clear you weren’t going to last long along with himself, but he needed to hear those words.

you hesitated, torn between pride and the aching need that jey could only satisfy. but as the peak of your orgasm began to slip, his rhythm coming to a torturing halt, lust and desperation won the round. ”I’m..I’m beautiful.” your voice so soft and needy it barely rose above both your mingled breaths…but he heard it. those words were a lifeline, pulling you both back into the intoxicating rhythm that had your eyes rolls to the back of your head.

jey’s lips curl into a satisfied smirk at your whispered confession hung in the air, the heat between the both of you simmering to a boil. “damn right, that’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice laced with praise, and the way he gazed up you with his brown eyes made your heart race faster and your pussy even wetter. 

his hips snapped back into motion, thrusting into you with renewed intensity, each stroke pulling a choked cry out of you. “fuck…feel so fucking good daddy..” you sobbed, your hands gripped him tighter, nails creating crescent indents on his back, eliciting a low moan from him that almost made you cum on the spot.

jey leans down, his mouth trailing hot, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, nipping at your earlobe before saying, “you gon’ be my good girl?” spank! a heavy hand comes in contact with your ass, making you yelp. the stinging sensation sending a wave of arousal to your core. “y-yes!” you plea with tears streaming down your cheeks, squirming when his other hand slides between your legs to play with your engorged clit. 

“you gon’ cum on this dick for daddy?” spank!

“yes daddy imma cum for you.”

jey let out a deep, satisfied groan as he rewarded you with a harder, faster pace. his body slammed into yours with a force that had your breath hitching and your vision blurring. he was getting relentless, each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your nervous system, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“mhm you so damn beautiful,” he growled. “and mine.” his possessiveness was enough to send you over the edge, and with a final cry of his name, you came. white-hot pleasure flooding your psyche as you convulsed and gushed around him.  

he wasn’t too far behind, the vice grip your pussy had on his dick pushed him to his limit. with a few sloppy thrusts, he buried himself deep inside you, filling you up with thick white ropes of his cum. his body shuddered with the force of his orgasm as he groaned your name. 

for a moment, the world was still. only the sounds of ragged breathes of you both who had just given everything to each other. then, slowly, jey pulled out of you, momentarily watching his cum leak out of your swollen mound before resting his sweaty forehead against your own. as he caught his breath, a lazy but satisfied grin spread across his face mirroring yours. 

“you were so good for me, mama.” he praised, kissing the hickies he left on your collarbone. his voice was rid of any roughness and was replaced with a softness that could lull you to sleep. “always so good for me.”

all you could do is sigh in appreciation, body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. in that moment, all of your insecurities from earlier were washed away and was replaced with a newfound contentment and confidence.