#just explode in size and take up the whole screen

[passsionfish]

this is what my brain looks like btw

[spicygrilledscorpio]

Cat got her tongue - LN

Summary: Y/n is in heat and is too shy to ask for Lando’s help. While her lovely boyfriend decided to be a tease.

Warnings: SMUT, horny!shy!reader, teaser!Lando, fingering (f!receiving), pet names, penetrative sex, unprotected (don’t do that), orgasm denial (i think that’s it lemme know if missed any)

Notes: My first fic hit 1k i’m so happy, thank you for you guys support. Also still English is not my first language so sorry if anything sounds weird. Hopes you guys enjoy 💗

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Y/n is probably the shyest person Lando ever met, and that’s also his favorite thing about her. However surprisingly, Y/n and Lando have a very high sex drive. Because of y/n’s shyness, she never says no to Lando, but he always makes sure she’s ok with it of course.

However, today was another case. They were chilling on the sofa in Lando’s apartment. Her boyfriend was sitting on the ground playing Fifa while she was lying on the sofa reading her new book. Everything was going alright, Y/n managed to focus and successfully finish 2 chapters until she reached the “spicy part” of the book.

“With a groan, he pushes into her while she gasps out loud, adjusting to his size…”

Y/n’s face starts burning as she squeezes her thighs together as she looks down at her boyfriend. As much as y/n wants to ask Lando, which she knows he will be willing to help her, she’s too shy. Normally, y/n never has to ask for an orgasm, she’s actually getting too much of it. Lando’s friends tease him saying that they’re like bunnies, always on top of each other. However, in this particular situation, she needs him. Y/n tries to shift her attention back to the book, but the words just fly through her head and she can’t help but imagine Lando on top of her. Y/n’s whole body was on fire and her face practically looked like a tomato and ready to explode at any given moment.

“Lan-” Y/n can’t help but call out for his help

“Hm?” Lando asks, eyes still glued to the screen

Y/n sat up and looked at him but didn’t reply

“What’s wrong baby?” Lando turns around to look at her red face

Y/n still doesn’t reply but looks at him with teary puppy eyes, hoping he’ll get it and help her out. Lando did indeed figure out what’s going on with his girlfriend but instead of helping her out, he decided to be a tease

“Can’t help you if you don’t tell me, hm?” He questions in a teasing tone, moving up to join her on the couch, face only inches away from hers. His hands were on her hip as he guided her to straddle him. Y/n had her arms wrapped around Lando’s shoulder as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, still struggling to get her words out because of her shyness and the overwhelming feeling of needing to be satisfied. Hip grinding down onto his crotch letting out some quiet whimpers.

“Use your words, princess,” Lando said in a stern voice, whispering in her ears.

“Need you” Y/n can’t help but let out a small whimper, given she’s almost half naked, only wearing panties and Lando’s sweater, sitting on her fully clothed boyfriend.

“At least use your manners, god,” Lando says mockingly. Watching her cute face getting flushed everytime she gets shy, Lando just can’t stop teasing his beloved girlfriend. “What’s the magic word?”

“Please?” She mumbled into his neck

“God, you’re so fucking cute” Lando chuckled. Their hands moved down to take off her panties. His fingers start going up and down her folds, collecting your wetness. “You’re soaked”

Y/n’s face gets even redder, looking like a chili at this point. She hates it when he says things like that, just because it makes her even more embarrassed than before, which is also why he loves dirty talk, he loves seeing her crumble for him. Lando’s fingers start rubbing her clit in a circular motion, drawing soft moans from her.

“I-I’m close” Y/n moans as Lando inserts two fingers inside of of her. Thrusting in and out at a brutal speed, he starts scissoring her, touching her G-spot in every thrust. But just when she was about to cum, he took his fingers out. She finally removed her face from his neck just to look at him in confusion.

“Not yet”

“I want you to ride me” Lando whispers in her ears, sending shivers down her spine. Y/n frowns and pouts looking at him, not happy from being denied her orgasm and being demanded to ride her boyfriend. Well, not that she had a problem with it, just that she is shy, and she’s pretty much a “pillow princess”, and Lando loves her since he prefers being on top anyways. However, since he’s in the mood for teasing her to her breaking point, Lando makes her ride him.

“That’s the only way you’re getting off, princess” Lando states looking at your pouting face, extremely unsatisfied with her boyfriend.

Y/n shuffles to unzip his pants and pull down his boxer, revealing his hard member, now leaking precum. She lowers herself slowly, having a hard time adjusting to his size. After taking in all of him, Y/n starts bouncing on his cock. She tries biting her lips to muffle her moans, throwing a tantrum since she’s still not happy from her orgasm denial earlier. However, her intentions fail miserably, as Lando's hands sneak down to stimulate her clit and she can’t help but let out a loud moan. His mouth covered her nipple and start sucking it, adding to the pleasure.

Y/n’s legs were shaking from the overstimulation and her speed slowed down. She can barely ride him at this point and just grinds on him, but it wasn’t enough. She knows she needs his help, but still finds it hard to speak up.

“All you have to is ask, bunny,” Lando said as he saw her slowing down

“Please,” Y/n says with tears welling in her eyes, on the brink of rolling down.

Lando holds her hips and starts moving her up and down on him, combined with his thrusts upward, he’s hitting all the right spots. The sounds of their skins slapping together with wet sounds of her arousal and his precum filling the room. Y/n’s pretty sure that their sofa is ruined for good but that’s not their focus right now.

“Lan I’m cumming” The overwhelming feeling took over her, pushing her to the edge.

“Cum for me princess”

Y/n squeezes her eyes shut as she’s about to cum “Eyes on me baby” Lando demands, always loving to see her face when she’s falling apart for him. Y/n keeps eye contact with him while she cums, just the way he likes it, and lets out a loud squeal, milking him as he spills inside her. Lando lays her down on the couch as he pulls out of her, parting her legs and staring at his cum leaking out of her hole. Lando takes his phone takes a picture and puts it in his hidden album.

“Do you have to stare?” Y/n asks, squeezing her thighs together to hide it.

Lando just chuckled and went to get a towel to clean her up.

“I love you so much, even though sometimes i think cat got your tongues, you’re so cute”

[latenightdaydreams]

Tutor (fem)

Loser!König x Bully!Reader

MDNI🔞

Part 2 Part 3

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, bully, oral, p in v, virginity loss

2.3k word count

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König is a loser. He’s a 23-year-old virgin college student who is too scared to talk to women. He would much rather stay home and build Gundam’s, play video games, or work on his schoolwork. In public, he is quiet and timid. He tries to blend in to not be seen. Being a whole 6 '10, he can’t. As a child, he was constantly bullied for his size and being chubby. As an adult, he still gets picked on for being tall and awkward.

You are a part of the problem. A short, curvy, big-breasted bitch; the apple of his eye. König sits in the back of class and watches your hips sway as you walk to your seat. The way your breasts bounce like hentai boobies. His cock grows hard as you bend over, making your cleavage more visible to him. Just as he got lost in a trance, you snap him out of it.

“What are you looking at? Freak!”

Your hands on your hips, a disgusted look on your face. König’s face turns red as he realizes that you’ve caught him in the act. You flip him off and turn to sit. He reaches down to adjust his boner, taking a deep breath and letting out a small sigh.

After class, as everyone stands to pack their bags, he stays seated, looking at his cell phone. He has your Instagram profile opened on his phone, gazing at a bikini picture you posted this summer. You look absolutely perfect in your tiny pink bikini. He has become so lost in your photos; he didn’t realize you were walking past him to leave.

“What the fuck?” A loud laugh breaks out.

König looks up to see that you caught him looking at your profile. He turns off the screen of his phone and clears his throat. Inside his chest, his heart pounds so hard it feels like it’s going to explode from embracement.

“Sorry.” His voice is meek as he avoids eye contact with you.

“Fucking loser.” You scoff while walking away.

This was going to be a long year.

Three months into the school year, you haven’t turned in one assignment yet and have failed the few tests you’ve had. The dean sent you a message telling you that if you don’t raise your grades, you would be at risk of being put on academic probation. You needed a tutor, and fast.

König sits in his dorm room at his desk, working on building Lego set #21348, when he hears a knock at his door. He looks over his shoulder at his door, trying to decide if he wants to deal with people. After a few seconds, he stands to answer the door.

Once he opens the door, his eyes grow wide seeing you standing there. ���Oh, h-hey y/n.”

“Hey König.” You smile up at him and push him aside, walking into his room. His room is simple and neat. Robot figures anywhere he can place them and a Lego set on his desk. You walk over and look at the set, König walking up behind you.

“So, what is this? Star Wars?”

König tilts his head confused about how wrong you are. Do you even know what Star Wars is? “Uh, no. Star Wars is a space themed futuristic story…” He could see the lack of interest on your face. “So, why are you here?”

“Geez, you’re a bigger fucking nerd than I thought you were.” You say pushing over a mini figure he has posed on the desk. His mouth hangs open, stopping himself from asking you to not do that. He watches as you turn and take a seat on his desk chair.

You look up at König as he towers over you. “You’re smart, right?”

“I guess.” König rubs the back of his neck feeling bashful.

“Well, I’m failing math, and I need a tutor. The issue is… well, I can’t afford one. So I was wondering if you could tutor me.”

This isn’t what he was expecting, well more of not what he hoped for. “I don’t have time to tutor. Sorry.”

Your smile drops and you stand up. “Too busy? You’re always in here building stupid fucking Legos or robot’s models.”

“Technically Gundam’s are mechs, not robots like a transformer.”

“Wow. Okay.” You sound annoyed and uninterested. “So, are you going to help me or not?”

“I already said I can’t.” His voice gets even more timid.

You’re not use to people saying no to you, especially not pathetic men who worship the ground you walk on. In fact, you hate being told no. How fucking dare he.

“So, you can sit and fucking gawk at me, stalk my social media accounts, but you can’t help me for a few fucking hours?” You push his muscular chest.

He stumbles backwards, actually intimidated by you. Speechless, he doesn’t know what to say. His eyes drop to your breasts as you keep walking to him. Not one thought in his mind other than how hot you look at this exact moment.

“I- I uh, I.”

“What? You forgot how to talk?” You push him once more and he falls back on to his bed. As soon as he does, your eyes drift down to the tent growing in his pants and you laugh. König’s eyes go wide as your hand reaches out, grasping his boner through his sweats; his face burning hot. He looks up at you in a daze.

“Oh, wow. Loser actually has a fat cock.” Your other hand grabs his jaw and forces him to look into your eyes. You lean in and lick from his lips to his nose before moving back and letting go of him.

König’s heart is fluttering in his chest, this feels like a dream. His eyes watch like a hungry dog as you pull your tight fitted shirt, unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. Your hands unbutton your jeans and expose a thin thong that barely covers your fat pussy lips.

“Why are you still dressed?” Your voice shocks him out of his daze.

Quickly, he pulls his shirt off. A ripped muscular body is not what you expected him to have under his baggy clothing. He drops his sweat pants along with his boxers allowing his cock to spring free. König, now nude, stands in front of you frozen. His gaze lingering on your pussy. You’re the first woman he’s seen naked in person.

“Do you have condoms?”

He looks at his bedside table, even though he is well aware he has none. “Um, no. I don’t.”

“I knew you were probably a virgin.” He blushes and looks down when you say this. You walk closer to him. “Are you?”

“Ja, I am.”

“No fucking wonder. Lay down.” You demand in a strict tone.

König jumps like a drill sergeant to yell at him. He quickly gets on his bed and looks at you. His cock twitching with excitement. You climb onto the bed with him, straddling his massive body. His hands instinctively rest on your thighs as you lean in and kiss his lips.

“How about I teach you—” You kiss him in between talking. “How to fuck—” His fingers squeeze your thighs. “And you tutor me?”

Without thinking, König nods his head enthusiastically.

“Good. We will start with math.” You giggle, reaching your hand behind his head to pull the pillows away from behind him.

König looks confused by your comment. Math? Then his eyes go wide as you straddle his face. Your twat lingers above him. He gazes up as if you’ve just shown him God. If he could take your scent and make air fresheners, he would. His cock is upright, erect, waiting to taste you.

“Stick your tongue out, big boy.” You lean forward and place your hands on his chest. One hand reaches forward and jerks his cock.

König sticks his tongue out eagerly, watching your body as you lower yourself onto his face. Your pussy rests on his mouth and nose, hips rocking back and forth on his tongue. His eyes flutter closed as he tastes pussy for the first time. How could he have lived this long without tasting this sweet nectar?

His fingers dig into your thighs as he pulls you down closer to his face. His tongue rapidly laps at your cunt, slurping and drinking your wetness. You moan, eyes closing as you continue to grind; he’s surprisingly skilled.

“You want me to suck your cock?”

“Ja, bitte.” He groans, his sound muffled from you sitting on his face.

Leaning forward, you pull his foreskin down and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock. He lets out a moan, his toes curling. Your hands move in motion with your head as you bob your head up and down on his cock. König moans into your sopping wet cunt. He’s in heaven.

König’s hips thrust forward to match your rhythm. One of his hands moves from your thigh up your body to squeeze your breast before roaming back down. When you pull your mouth away from his cock, he thrust forward even more, craving your friction. You lift yourself up off of him, his hands hold on to your thighs tighter as if trying to keep you on him. Reluctantly, he lets you go; swiping his tongue between your folds once more as you stand.

You move your body to the side of him. He watches you as he licks his lips, trying to savor the taste of you. The heat of your pussy radiates over your cock.

“You’re buying me a Plan B right after this.”

“I will.” His eyes are glued to yours.

Slowly you rock your hips over his cock before grasping it at the base. You look into his eyes as you lower yourself on him.

König’s mouth drops open and he lets out a loud groan. His eyes glued to your tight cunt stretching around his cock. He grabs at the blanket underneath him, squeezing it to the point his knuckles are turning white. He can’t last long in your pussy.

“Mein Gott, you- your pussy—” He can’t form a coherent sentence.

His hands reach out for your breasts as you bounce on him. You have the most incredible pair of tits he has ever seen. He’s always known you were hot, but seeing you like this, not even Aphrodite couldn't compare.

You slap away his hand and lean forward. “Grab my ass and fuck me.”

König nods, having seen this in porn before, he knows what to do. He thinks. His large hands grasp your fat ass and squeeze his fingers into the supple flesh; bending his legs at the knee, he begins to thrust up into you.

As he tries his hardest to not cum, his thrust is slow. He looks at the ceiling as his mind is running 110mph. You grab his jaw again, forcing him to look at you.

“Fuck me. Harder.” You demand of him.

“I don’t…want to hurt you.” He struggles to speak, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes.

“If you don’t fuck me hard, we are done here.”

König would not let his crush on the last two semesters just walk away, especially not since he got you to this part. Guys like him don’t get women like you. He grabs you and rolls you over on to the bed, slamming you down a little harder than he meant to. The look on your face tells him you didn’t mind one bit.

He grabs your hips and pulls you to him, slipping his cock back inside of your tight little cunny. You moan out as your hands grab his arms. König doesn’t hold back as he restricts your movements underneath him using his massive size. He pulls his hips back far before slamming down into you. His enormous cock being rammed deep inside of you, deeper than you can take.

“Oh, fuck! Like that you fucking freak!” You moan out.

König lets out a small growl as he ravishes your body, ruining your cunt for any other man. His mouth clashes into yours, desperate for your kiss. A trail of his hot wet kisses leaving from your mouth down to your breasts. He bites the skin around your areola, marking you as his for your stupid fuck buddy to see.

You push him back. “Rub my clit.” You reach for his hand and guide it so he knows where to touch. “Do small circles.”

He nods and begins to rub slowly at first until you yell at him to go faster. König lets out a surprised moan as he feels you tightening around him. Is this what a female orgasm is? Fuck yes! His hips faster, his rhythm slightly off as he tries to also focus on your clit.

“Don’t stop.” König watches in amazement as you arch your back and tremble. Your pussy becomes so wet it's splashing as he rubs it. He feels on top of the world.

Instantly, a loud pitched moan leaves his throat. A stupid smile crosses his face as he eyes go slightly crossed. He cums deep inside of your pussy. As his body naturally falls forward you push him off to the side.

König lays on his back, on cloud nine. His pale eyes study your face and your body as you lay beside him.

“So,” your breathing is still heavy, “I’ll come by tomorrow and we can start working on my tutoring.”

He nods, willing to give you anything you ask for at this point. Mentally, he is not over the fact he just ate and fucked y/n, you, your pussy.

You stand from the bed and begin to get dressed. Your cunt hurts, König fucks like a mating bull. He’s a good fuck though, there is not denying that.

“Oh, and if you tell anyone, you’re dead.”

“I understand.” König watches you as you get dressed with hearts in his eyes. “What are we?”

You stop and look at him for a moment before letting out a small laugh and shaking your head.

Part 2 Part 3

[educatedsimps]

Ahh I'm so in love with the idea of timeskip!Kenma as a dad 🥺 You've really made me even more in love with your blog 😘 Can I please request timeskip!Kenma x fem reader where he introduces our son to his followers on his stream? Baby Kodzuken ❤️ I'd love it if his followers were a gushing in the comments about how cute the baby is and how happy Kenma is when he talks about his baby boy and us (his wife)? I love Kenma and the thought of him as a dad is just the cutest to me. Thank you so much! Take care 🫶🏻

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kozume kenma x f!reader

a/n: OH MY GODSHKKAFYSYVUDNGUSYRGUKSYKS THIS IS LITERALLY THE CUTEST IDEA EVERRR OMG thanku for requesting my dear kenma anon ❤️ i'm so sorry this took WAY longer to publish than expected so THANK YOU for having the patience of an angel 😭 i really hope this was worth the wait so pls enjoy! lots of love and u take care too <33

cw: TIMESKIP SPOILERS, parenting au, domestic fluff, slice of life kinda thing, chat gg crazy bc kenma is an amazing dad. GREEN FLAG DAD KENMA

"Hey guys, welcome back. I've got a very special announcement to make today, so here we are," Kenma adjusted his camera, smiling slightly.

It was a regular Tuesday evening and you were taking the time to do some self-care, which left Kenma with his second favourite thing in the world - his son.

As a YouTuber, professional gamer, stock trader, streamer and CEO of his own company, Kenma's work schedule was extremely flexible, and both of you were grateful for that. Not only did he have various sources of income, but he could be home as much as he wanted. And being home meant being able to spend time with his precious son, Kozume Kaito.

Kaito was your six month old bundle of joy - literally. If you had told Kenma a decade ago that he'd be a dad one day, he would have never believed you. Until, that is, you had Kaito.

Even before Kaito's birth, Kenma had no idea how he was supposed to take care of and raise a whole child. He just knew that he wanted to be the best father you and Kaito could've ever asked for. And so, you saw how stressed he could got about even the tiniest of things.

"What size clothes do we buy for him? Will S or M be better? What if he's a huge baby? Let's just get one of each size... Wait, what about pacifiers? A-and bottle hoods? What shape will he prefer? Longer ones? Shorter ones? Softer or slightly tougher ones? Ugh forget it, we'll get one of each type too."

However, all his worries disappeared the moment he held little baby Kaito in his arms. Kenma had never really been a crier, but the second he laid eyes on your beautiful son, he couldn't help but let it all out in the hospital ward.

"Can you guys see me clearly?" Kenma asked. The excited responses of "YESSS" "what's the surprise??" "OMG YOU'RE SO PRETTY" "yes i can see your handsome face" confirmed that his camera was indeed working just fine. Amused, he chuckled lightly. "Great. I'll be right back."

As he left the frame, his viewers were left staring at the background screen in his office, a big logo of Bouncing Ball Corp. After a few seconds of silence, some shuffling could be heard as Kenma returned with a chubby ball of energy in his arms. The moment he stepped back into frame with his beloved son in hand, the chat exploded.

kodzukenner: NO WAY IS THAT YOUR BABY??? riceballzzz: CUTIEEEEEEEEE AHHHH nek0mab1tch: omg he has a kid ?? ADORABLE miyamiya07: hawajhjchdjvhhfjhfrsjkhfdhasjhjchjfhjvhkrh lookattheclouds: since when?! vballer1208: HE HAS A CHILD??????????????

Kenma proudly held up his son like he had won an Olympic trophy - he simply adored Kaito. Meanwhile, Kaito watched, enamoured, as comments flooded the chat. Among those comments were also questions about Kaito and even you.

He knew the news of his son would be a major surprise to his online community, especially since the two of you had very successfully hidden your pregnancy from the public. Neither of you wanted to deal with all the pressure from netizens, media and the public.

"'He has Y/n's smile'," Kenma read one comment aloud. Chuckling, he agreed, "He does, doesn't he? He's lucky to inherit the most beautiful smile on earth."

Another comment asked where you were, and when Kenma simply replied with "Doing her own stuff." some commenters gushed about how cute it was that Kenma was on "babysitting duties".

With a scrunch of his face, Kenma retorted, "It's not babysitting. He's literally my child. Y/n's just doing her own stuff, what's the big deal? Come on, y'all gotta delete those gender role stereotypes from your heads, that's so 1950s." He huffed.

"'What's his name?'" Kenma read. "Hm. Y/n and I have actually decided not to reveal his name, so we hope you'll respect our decision."

kodzukenner: omg i wonder what his name is he's so cute i'm sure his name is as cute as him! nek0mab1tch: what if they named him kodzuken bouncingballer: baby kodzuken HAHA miyamiya07: OMG BABY KODZUKEN ??

Kenma chuckled as he read the comments guessing his child's name.

"'Is he joining today's stream?'" Kenma read aloud. Turning to his son with a gentle smile on his face, he replied, "You bet. Aren'tcha, big guy?"

In response, Kaito burst into a fit of giggles, excitedly babbling and pointing at the big screen in front of him.

The comments once again exploded into cheers of happiness as Kenma sat down in his usual gaming position, but this time, with his beloved son in his lap.

a/n: i'm so sorry this is really short 😭😭 but i hope it's okay :,) tysm for requestingg! hope you liked it bae <3

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[seungkw1]

movie night — bsk

♡ pairing: boyfriend!seungkwan x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni], pwp ♡ wc: 1.4k ♡ warnings: swearing, oral (m. receiving), dry humping, dacryphilia, size kink if you squint, petnames (m. & f. receiving - baby)

BOOOOOM. 

The sound effects of the CGI explosion on the screen fills the room. You’re on the couch with your boyfriend watching a mediocre action movie that you can clearly tell neither of you are very into. You’ve been snuggled up next to him the whole time - your favorite place to be. But, you did not anticipate becoming this horny. 

You’ve been dating Seungkwan for about a month, and he’s been nothing but wonderful. You’re both enamored with each other, but you agreed to take it slow. Let things happen when they happen naturally. 

And apparently, tonight was the night. 

It started innocently enough. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, he turned toward you out of nowhere to kiss you on the cheek. That part was completely fine, just your boyfriend being sweet as usual. The problem was his other hand that he decided to place on your thigh, his long fingers sliding between your legs. He left his hand there, softly rubbing your thigh with his thumb as he resumed watching the movie. Not even realizing that he was inches away from your cunt. Not even realizing how much he was making your clit throb. 

But now it’s all you can focus on. You feel the heat building between your legs, your heart rate starting to increase as your pussy becomes wetter and wetter by the minute. You want him so bad right now. 

You’ve been doing your best not to squirm in your seat at Seungkwan’s touch, but you feel like you’re going to explode if you try to hold it in any longer. Shifting slightly, you reach your arm across your body and lay it unsuspectingly on his stomach. Right above the waist of his pants. Right above the waist of his thin gray sweatpants that are driving you absolutely insane. All you can think about is his cock - you want so badly just to reach down, to touch it. To feel its weight through the fabric. The fabric that is doing jack fucking shit to hide its shape resting between his thighs as he sits comfortably with his legs spread just the right amount. You keep stealing glances down toward his crotch, wanting to grab his cock - fantasizing about how it would feel in your hand, your mouth, your pussy. 

Your mouth watering at this point, you realize the movie has ended as Seungkwan stretches in his seat. 

“What did you think?” he asks as he turns to face you. His soft round cheeks look so incredibly kissable, his big brown eyes looking at you with so much adoration in them. 

“I’m gonna be so honest right now, I barely could pay attention to it,” you admit. 

He chuckles. “Wow, that bad huh?”

“I mean…” you start. The expression on his face barely changes, but you can tell he’s curious about what you’re about to say. 

“The movie was fine, I was just distracted by you.”

He tries to hide his smile. “How so?” he inquires playfully as he leans in and swiftly plants a kiss on your lips. 

You hesitate slightly, but another quick glance downward tells you he also is getting very turned on right now. 

You reciprocate the touch on the thigh, your hand caressing inwards, resting barely below his bulge. Seungkwan inhales sharply at the sensation, his body tensing; your fingers feel the fabric of his pants grow even more taut. 

He stares at you, the expression on his face shifting from love to lust. 

He reaches and grabs your hand, guiding it to his clothed cock. He lets out a low groan as you feel him. It’s heavier than you expected - you squeeze your hand softly around its width, feeling it grow harder. 

Seungkwan is in heaven - and you’ve barely even touched him. He’s practically licking his lips. You make your next move: you take his hand, guiding it under the elastic band of your comfy pajama pants. He gasps as you press his fingers to your underwear, feeling how incredibly wet your pussy is through the thin fabric. You let out a soft whimper as his fingertips graze your clit. Your cunt is absolutely throbbing at this point, begging to be touched, to be eaten, to be fucked. 

Your boyfriend kisses you - making out with you like never before, your tongues pushing into each other's mouths, both devouring the other. He circles over your clit through your soaked underwear - gently, but still enough to drive you fucking crazy. 

He tugs at your waistband - you instantly slide your pants and underwear off in one go. You swing your leg over Seungkwan’s lap, straddling him as your bare pussy presses against his clothed bulge. You cry out, the sensation providing your desperate cunt some relief - but you crave more. 

You begin to grind against his hardened cock. Seungkwan moans in symphony with you as you both are overwhelmed with pleasure. The wetness of your pussy is all over his pants - the light gray fabric darkened by your arousal. Your hips rock faster and faster as the burning sensation in your abdomen grows hot. 

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” you whine. 

“Cum for me, baby,” Seungkwan says breathily as his large hands grasp your hips, pushing you harder onto his cock as you start to cum. Your body shakes as you reach your orgasm, clinging onto your boyfriend as you ride out your high - cries of ecstasy filling the room. 

You collapse onto him as you come down, your arms wrapped around him, your face buried in his neck. He rubs your back as you take a moment to recover, your chest rising and falling against his in deep breaths. 

Once you recuperate, you raise your head and touch your nose to his. You let out a giggle before kissing him slowly. Seungkwan wraps his arms around your torso, squeezing you against him tightly - making it impossible to ignore the hardness of his cock pressing into your core. One more kiss, and then you slide yourself off his lap, kneeling on the ground before him. The protrusion in his gray sweats sits before you, its size accentuated by the large wet spot you created. You pull down the waistband of his pants and reach into his underwear, wrapping your hand around his cock as you pull it out. He groans as you slowly pump up and down its length, precum already leaking from his tip. You take the tip in your mouth, tasting his juices as you continue stroking his cock. You look up at him as your tongue licks his entire length - he nearly whimpers at the sensation, his eyes begging you for more. You oblige, taking him in your mouth, swallowing every inch of him - causing him to let out a moan as his eyes close, laying his head back onto the couch.

“Fuck, that’s so hot, that feels so good baby,” he praises as he gently rests his hand on your head, applying the lightest of pressure. You begin to slide your mouth up and down, his cock hitting you in the back of the throat with each stroke. Your eyes water as you choke on him, tears beginning to fall, but you love it. 

Seungkwan begins to push down on your head a bit more. You increase your pace, gagging as you swallow his entire cock with each motion - but this only causes him to push down even harder. His hips start bucking as his moans grow louder.

“I’m so close,” he groans, his voice low and gravelly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

His cock pulsates in your mouth, white ropes filling your throat as he thrusts his hips into you. His hand relaxes against your head as he comes down, stroking your hair softly as he sinks into the couch. You slowly pull his cock out of your mouth, making sure you swallow every last drop of his cum. 

You climb back up onto the couch, straddling his lap once again as you kiss all over his cheeks, making him giggle. He pulls you into his arms, holding you tight, the warmth radiating from your bodies making you feel extra cozy. 

He lets out a contented sigh. “Well that was fun,” he finally says. You laugh out loud.

“Yeah, I think I could get used to that.”

He pulls his head back, staring lovingly into your eyes. He goes to say something, but pauses.

“What?” you ask him with a soft smile.

You feel him push his hips up, rubbing his spit-covered cock against your core, making your cunt pulsate again. He smirks back at you. 

“Wanna go for round two?”

[end]

[billy-cockblock]

SWTD Theory

Still Wakes the Deep has been a huge brainworm for me the past few weeks, so I wanted to make a post with one of my takes. Someone’s probably thought of this already, but I can’t find anything about it, so here I go. 

I’m gonna take this time to shout out a little sub theory of mine that plays a bit of a part in my main point. 

For a little background, in populations of organisms, there are limiting factors on their growth and spread. Think of it as a series of funnels of different sizes: the rate of liquid that can flow through is going to be determined by the narrowest funnel. For example. if there’s a population that has ample food, space, and whatever else it needs, but has a restricted access to water, that water is going to limit how large that population could grow.

Before the Shape was dug up by the drill, it was probably dormant in the sea bed, doing its best to survive, the same as any other organism. Down where it was dark, wet, and cold, I think it had one main limiting factor: oxygen.

I don’t think the Shape can efficiently exchange gas underwater. Most of the untouched bodies Caz sees are only underwater, where an organism that thrives in air would struggle to access. Once it gets dug up and brought to air with plenty of organic matter to consume and grow with, its population explodes. When a limiting factor is removed, there’s nothing holding the population back any more until they hit a new limit. The Shape’s old limiting factor was removed, and it would only stop reproducing by running out of space to grow on the rig, running out of organic matter to use, or being killed (like, say, in a giant fiery explosion).

(I could go on and on about how the Shape potentially works, please feel free to ask me about it)

Now, I’ll get to my main theory:

I think Caz was dead the whole time.

Now, I don’t mean that in a “the whole game is in his head, none of it was real” way; I mean it in a “this man got Ethan Winters’ed” way. 

So, I started to do a little research into how tall oil rigs are to know how far Caz would have fallen off the helipad. I quickly learned there are many types of oil rigs and not every oil rig of the same type is the same size. I’m studying marine biology, not petroleum engineering like my brother, so I got tired of trying to guesstimate how tall the Bierra D’s helipad would be and attacked the problem with some simple math. 

Watching a video, I saw he fell for between 4-5 seconds; the acceleration due to gravity is 9.8m/s^2. Plugging that in a calculator while not accounting for air resistance to solve for distance gets me ~80-120m, depending on if I used the 4 or 5 second count, so I’ll guess around 100m. I’ve found many conflicting sources on what the tallest heights you can safely fall into water are, but I can safely tell you that 100m is much higher than any of them. 

Now, maybe the devs weren’t going with the mathematical exact timing it would take for a guy to fall off an oil rig, and didn’t mean for it to be implied that he fell from THAT high. Still, we can agree he fell from very high up, high enough to have likely ended in injury. Maybe he’d just fall on and break a leg? Maybe an arm or some ribs?

After falling off the rig, the last frame before Caz blacks out shows the water at the top of the screen, meaning he hits the water head-first. He may be wearing a hard hat (that somehow stays on his head through the whole ordeal since he clips his flashlight to it), but he still should have cracked his skull open or broken his neck. 

When they pull him out of the water, he’s cold and not breathing, which wouldn’t be unusual for a drowning victim in the North Sea in the dead of winter, but it would usually be a death sentence. They never explain how they dragged Caz out of the water, but it would presumably have taken a long time to get him out, and time is key when dealing with someone who isn’t breathing. The fact that he’s able to cough up water and start breathing on his own is a miracle, since it doesn’t sound like Brodie or Douglas do CPR when they bring him inside.

So, fall damage, head and/or spine injury, drowning, and hypothermia. By several different factors, Caz should be a very, very dead man. So why isn’t he?

My theory is that, somehow, somewhy, the infection from The Shape healed and brought him back to life. We know for a fact it has amazing generative properties, basically able to double, triple, quadruple the amount of tissue and organic matter in the crew’s bodies with no regard for conservation of mass, so what’s just a little regeneration of damaged tissues in a single body? Once Caz’s body gets someplace with better conditions suited to life (inside where it’s warm and there’s air), it just jumpstarts his body functions. The Shape’s presumably been dormant in the seafloor for a long time, so it could be able to go dormant and kinda “come back to life” as conditions change, similar to a tardigrade, and potentially pass this ability onto its hosts.

And Caz mentions how his head hurts a lot, especially when he gets close to the Shape. 

Now, this might seem like baseless conjecture, and y’all might say “That’s a good headcanon, but there’s no evidence that The Shape could bring people back to life!” to which I would say “Oh, but there might be!"

After the helicopter on the starboard side, we get a call from Bruce, who is actively drowning. Through his gasps, he tells us that O’Connor hurt his leg and couldn’t swim, presumably drowning. And guess who we see still kicking as we’re passing through the pontoon? My thought is that O’Connor couldn’t swim, drowned, and drifted to the bottom, landing on a part of the shape. Once Caz and Brodie start working in the legs and they drain, it exposes him to air and allows the shape to start growing again, assimilating him and bringing him back to life. 

Obviously, he’s not doing as well as Caz is. My thought was that, if Caz died as he was infected, the infection would’ve had to put a lot of its energy into bringing him back, not leaving much for itself to begin assimilating him into the Shape. Since O’Connor was in direct contact with the Shape, it could hook him up to its network to help supplement that loss. Caz, meanwhile, stays as far away from the stuff as he can and doesn’t even get anything to eat all day; guy's running on empty. He has small things where the Shape affects him, like the colors at the edge of his vision, but most of his hallucinations only happen after the Shape attacks him through O’Connor. Before, I’m pretty sure the largest incident (other than when he’s blacked out) is when we can barely hear Suze’s voice over the speakers when moving through the pontoon. It’s really only after getting attacked that he starts to hear her when he’s awake, near the Shape, or over phone calls. He only hears her clearly over the speakers in administration after he runs into the shape many times when he gets swept away in the flooding.

With my main evidence out of the way, I’ll also mention that Caz sees the “light at the end of the tunnel” from the end of the game in the oil flashes when he blacks out.

But hey, that’s just a theory. 

A GAME TH- I have received a cease and desist.

Man, this became a long read. Thanks for getting this far, and I hope you enjoyed!

[amenders93]

The Gang Go In

Molly didn't know that Ginger, all her chicken aunts and grandpa, and her two favorite rodent uncles were just outside the farm. And now the rescue gang had made an incredibly clever plan to blast their way inside and get her home safe and sound. After much discussion, a few arguments, a lot of equipment being packed and even the baking of a large, iced cake, the gang was finally ready. Our Wing Leader Ginger announces to her group that it's go time; dimwitted Wool Specialist Babs makes a comic reply that to relieve Ginger that she went before they left. Not that kind of 'go', Babs 🤣.

Phase 1 of the plan contained the element of surprise 😲. Ginger, Mac, Bunty and Babs hid behind the bushes and placed the iced cake on top of a clockwork trolley. The trolley was sent trundling up to the entrance gate. A patrolling guard noticed the trolley with the cake coming towards the gate and came up for a closer look. After the guard took one taste of the cake and blew out the candle, Ginger burst out the cake and handcuffed the guard to a bundle of fireworks. You heard of the Trojan Horse 🐴. Here's a Trojan Cake 🎂. The guard was dragged by the fireworks into the wooded area and slammed into a tree. Bunty cut the chain from the guard's wrist and the fireworks flew up into the air, exploding into a beautiful colorful display. The fireworks distracted another guard inside the facility who was in charge of the security cameras and screens.

Phase 2 of the operation was taking place overhead - the aerial invasion 🎈☁️. This was one of Fowler's specialties from his RAF days. After all, Fowler was the one who piloted the flying machine during the chickens' dramatic escape from Tweedy's Farm. Now he was flying something different - a balloon covered in cotton wool, disguised as a cloud. Fowler, Nick and Fetcher pedaled the balloon-cloud madly over the electric fence. As they floated along, they unwound a fishing line that they had attached to a tree outside. The crack team of cloud-pedallers landed on a security camera and Nick got out a Polaroid camera, taking a picture of the wooded area. It instantly printed out and Fetcher placed it in front of the camera lens. Now when the guard looked at the security screen, everything would look completely normal. The only problem was Fetcher had the photo the wrong way round. The guard stared at the screen in amazement and tapped it. Nick pointed out to Fetcher about the photo being upside down; Fetcher moved fast and turned it the right way up. The guard was happy again.

Ginger watched the whole thing down below. As soon as the picture was mounted, she signaled to the rest of the gang and they all rushed to the electric fence. Bunty pushed a rubber ring under the fence and pumped it up, opening up a chicken-sized gap. Ginger rushed them all through. She was the last one to dive under, then she punctured the ring to cover their tracks.

Next was Phase 3 - the underwater mission to cross the moat without being detected 🌊. The girls pulled on their scuba gear and did what the proper divers do - fall backwards into the water. Babs, however, didn't get it quite right. She fell backwards but in the wrong direction, landing on the bank instead 🤦‍♀️. A guard came past and almost spotted her, but the other chickens pulled Babs under the water in the nick of time. Together the girls swam underwater, avoiding the exploding robot ducks with laser eyes. Once out of the water on the other side of the moat, Mac and Bunty threw a grappling hook made from a coat hanger over a wall. Attached to the hook was a pair of elastic trouser braces. The chickens stretched the braces as far as they could and used them as a catapult to fling each of them over the wall. Everyone landed safely inside and hid behind a pillar. At the doorway, a guard was using the eye scanner to enter the building. Ginger watched him go inside, then led the way, skillfully parkouring to the doorway. The gang followed her, as stealthily as they could, across the courtyard.

Now Nick and Fetcher needed to take a photo for the eye scanner. They grabbed the camera and jumped out of the balloon, using an open umbrella as a parachute. They made a graceful landing right on the ground. Nick commented that it was a perfect landing, right on the button. On hearing the word "button", a confused Fetcher obediently pushed the umbrella button which snapped the umbrella shut on them both. The two blind rats stumbled around the courtyard, trying to get the closed umbrella off. Behind them a mechanical slot opened up and sucked the rats inside, just like what happened to Rocky the night before, leaving the camera on the ground in plain sight. Looks like the plan will have to be improvised.

Along came Mac and Ginger, their backs pressed against the wall. Mac saw the camera lying on the ground. Ginger dashed into the open courtyard and grabbed the camera just before a guard came around a corner. This was Ginger's chance! She hid in the shadows and whistled as the guard passed her. The guard stopped and peered into the darkness. Ginger took a flash picture of the guard's staring eyes, almost blinding him with the light and leaving him stumbling around. Ginger ran to the door and gave the photo to Mac. Mac fixed the photo to the end of an extendable tape measure and hoisted it up the reach the eye scanner.

Inside, the door guard looked at the eye picture through the scanner and checked it against her file labelled Staff Eye Pad. When she found the particular guard with the correct retina, she satisfyingly press a button to release the door and the chicken gang rushed in, too short for the camera to spot. The door guard looked puzzled; where was the guard? She went to the door and looked outside. Behind her, the gang sneaked through and hid behind as many cleaning supplies as they could carry. Finally, they had made it inside! 😄

Only Fowler was still outside. After Nick and Fetcher had floated down on the umbrella, the old sausage had continued to drift along in the cloud-balloon talking to himself. The balloon knocked against the mast where Fowler then attached it and landed. Our elderly rooster comments how this was a textbook landing. He steps onto the roof and spotting a nearby snail, settles down for a nice chat. Here we go again. More RAF stories from our favorite retired leading rooster 😒. What he doesn't see is that snail is trying to inch away from him while he goes on rambling 🐌.

[toloveawarlord]

Event: Be My Valentine 2023 (Edition: White Day)

Pairing: Reo Mikage x fem!Reader

Prompt: "In my defense, they didn't have a smaller teddy bear in stock. Hope you have some space in your bedroom"

wc: 1k

a.n: I am working on the requests! Here is some sweet Reo. Since Japan's "Valentine's Day" is kinda split between Valentine's and White Day, I made this one a White Day version which is the female receiving a gift from the man.

There were long chunks of time that Reo was away.

You were unable to travel with him this time, due to your class schedule and upcoming midterms. The university wouldn't allow your professor to reschedule the exam to allow you the time needed to fly overseas for Reo's game. It was frustrating but the two of you made it work with lots of phone calls and face chats whenever Reo had the chance.

Even if it was only a few short minutes, Reo claimed that he couldn't survive without hearing the sound of your voice and seeing your pretty face.

You'd settled in for the night, having ordered take out for a late night dinner. The remnants were littered across the coffee table in front of the couch that you lounged on, scrolling through social media before you inevitably fell asleep right there.

The doom scrolling was interrupted with a goofy photo of Reo popping up on the screen, the sound radiated out that he was calling.

"Reo!"

"Hey, baby! I was afraid you might be asleep at this hour." His face was incredibly close to the screen, filling the whole space. You were supposed to be asleep; you had an eight am class but Reo was fully aware that sleep meant little to a college student.

"Not yet. I have to get my daily dose of your face before I can sleep. Nagi's new girlfriend is such a doll and took a ton of awesome shots from the game." You'd quickly become friends with her, spending an ample amount of time conversing about the best friends and bonding over being soccer girls.

Reo laughed, gaze shifting ever so slight away from the phone as he walked. "You'd be pleased to know that she wore that awful shirt with our faces plastered on it to remind all the fangirls that I'm still yours."

"Oh my god! She actually wore that?"

"With a huge grin. Nothing embarrasses that girl."

This was how it was. If you closed your eyes, you could immerse yourself in his voice, imagining that he was here in the room with you. He continued to spill all the details about the game, the juicy ones that no one could see just watching.

You've known Reo since childhood. You'd been there when his parents told him that his future was set by them, and seen how it had affected him. It wasn't until he started playing soccer that Reo finally came into his own. He started doing things for himself, things that truly made him happy.

That included confessing to you. He was a mess that day, an adorable, blushing mess.

"What's got you smiling so happily?" Reo asked, drawing you out of your memory and back to the present.

"You, obviously." Perhaps it was the day that made you so nostalgic. It was impossible to miss all the couples and love in the air. Every commercial on the television was an advertisement for White Day.

"Baby, don't tease me! My heart can't take it."

A loud knock at the door interrupted.

"Hang on. Someone's at the door." How annoying. You were certain you hadn't ordered anything, so it was probably you're fussy neighbor. She hated any kind of noise, stating that she could hear your headphones leaking through the walls. Crabby old bitch.

But when you jerked the door open, ready to give her a peace of your mind, you were greeted with a peculiar sight. Instead of a wrinkly old woman, it was a giant, brown teddy bear.

"Wha-"

"Happy White Day, baby!"

It surely sounded like his voice on the other side of the monstrous sized bear. You caught a glimpse of his messy purple hair sticking up over the shoulder.

Several seconds passed in silence. You felt like a soda can being shook up, about to explode. The lovely gift turned into an adversary, in the way of you being in the arms of your love. Wrestling the heavy bear away and letting it crumple to the floor, you launched at him. "Reo!"

He easily caught you, embracing the full body hug. His strong arms holding you up, your legs latched around his waist. "I missed you, too. Was afraid I wouldn't make it in time. Traffic from the airport was a mess."

You grabbed his face and kissed him, savoring the taste of his lips. Time apart truly did make the heart grow fonder. "You jerk!" You finished your passionate kiss and landed a soft punch to his shoulder.

"Ouch!"

"You absolute-" How he'd managed to pull this off, you couldn't fathom. "God, I love you so much!" Your heart was flipping in your chest. The adrenaline pumping through your body. "I can't believe you're here."

Reo was proud of himself for pulling this off. It had taken a lot of work, and convincing the head coach to allow him this trip between games was hard won. "I'd do anything to see that gorgeous smile on your face."

As if you needed a reminder of how smooth his was, Reo easily carried you and the bear inside. Lingering in the hallway might summon the neighbor and he didn't want this elated mood to drop even a smidge.

"I love the bear, too. Even if he's triple my size."

"In my defense, they didn't have a smaller teddy bear in stock. Hope you have some space in your bedroom," Reo replied, setting you on the counter in the kitchen. His hands slid over your thighs, simply glad to have you in front of him.

You were the same, unable to keep your fingers from running up and down his biceps. His kisses were soft, lips barely leaving yours to take a little breath and then tasting you again.

"I suppose he'll have to take your spot on the bed. Don't worry, the floor is very comfortable- ah!"

Your teasing invigorated Reo to attack your sides, tickling you into a fit of hysterics. Your laughter was infectious, one of his favorite sounds. He loved being on the field, competing on a stage, but this was what filled him with true warmth and passion.

You.

"Welcome home, Reo."

"I'm glad to be home to you." The visit may be short, and soon he'd be back on an airplane to rejoin his team, but every second until then, he promised to spend with you, exchanging kisses and giggles

[spinningbuster98]

Super Castlevania IV Ending: The soothing light of day

If you’re confused as to why the liquid in the underground stage is red instead of green it’s because I’m playing a patched rom that does away with the censorship of the international versions

Anyway this is when the game starts getting more challenging. Not on the same level as the NES games but you’ll have to put in more effort from now on

Unfortunately this is also when Super Castlevania IV starts to lose some steam for me. You see it’s true that the game on the whole is much easier than the previous titles and trying to amp up the challenge now that we’re nearing the end makes sense.

However this is when the game starts getting a bit obnoxious

Difficulty in IV is a bit schizofrenic: the NES games were hard as balls but were so consistently. This game has a bit of a tendency with throwing curve balls your way at a moment’s notice in a way that feels cheap

Take the final section of the underground level: up until now the level has been tough but fair, now all of a sudden you have to deal with a section that has appearing/disappearing platforms over a bottomless pit. Nowhere else in the game do you find a similar obstacle meaning that the player has not been trained to deal with it and punishment for messing up even once is death and being sent back quite a bit

The treasury stage is aesthetically great and very unique but a combination of the enemy placement during those sections with the quickly crumbling platforms and the slow down that this game is prone to whenever too much stuff explodes on screen creates circumstances where you’re likely to die for no fault of your own

The clock tower stage I just don’t really like due to those sections where you have to ride those whip hook things but you also have to stop now and then to deal with the enemies along the way but if you’re not careful you might accidentally hit one of the hooks as it passes instead of the enemy causing you to most likely fall to your death

Then there’s the rising section of the final level with those crumbling stairs that can be pretty damn selective over whether or not you’ve actually pressed up on the d-pad, that section with the rising platforms and the spiked ceiling that comes from off-screen and of course the fight against Slogra and his big ass hit box: the reason why I’m crouching during the first phase is because I believe that the size of the hit box is due to his spear but if you crouch you can actually avoid it

The fight against Dracula is, on the one hand, amazing due to it’s astonishing atmosphere and build up and the part when Simon’s theme kicks in hot damn!

But it’s also disappointing that he doesn’t transform into one of his demonic forms, he only gets a monster face and new attacks

And then after beating him you collect the final orb and just like that starts the credits sequence accompanied with, no joke, perhaps my absolute favorite credits theme in gaming history: it’s just so soothing, magical and weirdly nostalgic. Like dawn truly has finally come to drive away the eeriness of the night...

[variousqueerthings]

[Image ID:

(1) the ruling class benefits from illiteracy.

(2) short-form video entertains more than it sticks.

(3) reading is a discipline distinct from listening, watching, or other forms of literacy. It's a skill that needs to be honed separately.

(4) Absolutely no one comes to save us but us.

/ID END]

I felt the need to share some excerpts from this, not because it summarises all the points of the essay (which should be read in full), but because I wanted to share that it's a very kind essay. the author knows the difficulties that many have faced in becoming literate, and is gently taking the reader by the hand to consider what strength it takes to continue despite that -- to be honest, my issue has never been with literary literacy, but with financial and numbers-based literacy, and it's something I've started challenging in the last few years as well

it comes from similar things, and it serves the same end: see above, point (1). and we forge ahead despite the difficulty and frustration because, see above point (4)

quotes:

"The far easier route: traumatize the kids. Make them hate reading. Tie plenty of guilt, shame, and fear in the process of returning to reading in adulthood. Make them feel like it’s an innate talent— you have it or you don’t— rather than a skill you need to learn, hone, and practice. You never have to burn the books if no one ever wants to read them in the first place. And this means you can allow texts that chronicle blueprints for our collective liberation to hang out in plain sight. The internet age is the most collective access to information we have ever had as humans in every iteration of our timeline— and most of us cannot read it well enough to allow it to change our lives."

[...]

"Non-fiction words felt like homework in childhood— honestly, without understanding the importance of studying the human tapestry as this big, long, interconnected story, non-fiction still feels like homework to me.

Reading fiction as a child opened up three very important conclusions: (1) that reading could feel good, (2) that other worlds were possible, and that (3) it was possible to make up worlds. I remember the book that unlocked that third conclusion: Inkheart by Cornelia Funke. Someone just… made up the world cast between the pages of this book. Multiple worlds, in fact. What does that mean for this world? How much of my world can I make up?"

[...]

"The challenge of reading is to navigate the narrative without the overtures of overt feelings. There is no face to latch onto, no music that sways you. Words on a page especially cannot compete with screen-time. They’re not meant to. The boredom opens up space in your mindscape to your own thoughts, opinions, and feelings."

[...]

"I read too because I witness, on the other sides of the world, Palestinian scholars, journalists, poets be exploded, entire universities be leveled be swept from the earth. I witness the most internally displaced people in Sudan be a population of children, who may never read and write because of what their world becomes. Colonialism necessitates systems of education turned to rubble so that they alone make the stories and the images and the vehicles of emotion. And we in the United States buy into the lie it’s just coincidentally “too hard” to read."

[...]

"Bite-sized thoughts— especially short form video— convince you that the whole thing is right in front of you. I am trapped in an academic zoo, wherein I produce thoughts or emotions or projects what have you and often receive nothing meaningful back. The critique I receive on TikTok and Instagram… just… constantly lacks basis. Disappointing! Lackluster! I like to be critiqued. Critical analysis allows artists to take more compelling, cutting, bitter cunning shape. Short conformity stunts our conversation to the length of your attention span. This undermines the communion between artist and muse."

[...]

"make yourself an enemy of hopelessness and complacency. do not listen to the voices, internal and external, that tell you you cannot. you can. read. read. read. you must.

for me. and the children to come after us. because if we can’t read, what chance will they stand?

I hope the words, and the work, of your day pass through your hands with ease.

or, simpler said: peace."

"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]

[alinalioness]

Alina and the chocolate factory Chapter 7: In the TV.

They ride in an elevator in different rooms and watch the making of sweets. In the beginning, they visited the hall where oompaloompas repaired animatronics, on a chocolate mountain with powdered sugar. Later they saw oompaloompas shearing sheep wool from cotton candy.

Willy Wonka: Don't pay any attention.

Carlin: It is ok. Children themselves can imagine where cotton candy comes from.

Then they got into a room where oompaloompas were shooting exploding candies at a target.

Willy Wonka: And here they make exploding candies. Don't worry, they're safe. Moreover, this also applies to unusual sweets.

Mike: And what's the point?

Alina: Giving a sweet taste, getting smart and... just didn't want to offend anyone.

Mike: Offend? You heroes know that- (Willie got worried) candy is tooth loss.

Willy Wonka's memories.

The young Wonka was at home and quarreled with his father.

Willy's father:(Angry) You shouldn't have known all about sweets.

Willy: Well, then I will go to Bulgaria, Scotland and other countries.

Willy's father: Well, look. I won't be here when you get back.

Willy: And now I'm going to leave.

The boy immediately left and went after his dream. No matter how hard he tried to go to other countries, he was not allowed in.

The Watchman: Sorry, but the events are over.

Later, when he returned, he saw that his father's dentistry was no longer there.

In the present tense.

Later, Willy woke up from his memories and smiled at Mike.

Willy: Okay, boy, I get it. It's better to talk about something else.

Mike:(He looked at the buttons) I want to choose a workshop.

Willy: Choose one.

The boy saw a button with the inscription "Workshop with TV" and pressed it. Later, the elevator went in the right direction and stopped. The whole room was white and the oompaloompas wore glasses.

Willy Wonka: Please put on your glasses, as it will be an important event.

Everyone put on glasses and looked at the mechanisms that oompaloompas use them.

Phineas: Great! Sweets are being reduced here.

Willy: Yes, with the help of this teleportation, which carry any object into small pieces with the size of bacteria directly onto the screen.

Mike: It's impossible.

Willy Wonka:(He goes to the control panel with the participants) And that's possible.

Mike: Firstly, wave particles are any kind of things. Secondly, to reduce things, you need to-

Willy Wonka:(Everyone stopped) The chatterbox! You've already messed me up. (He noticed something) Oh, look.

The dwarfs carry a large chocolate and put it on the platform. Later it is closed and flies, and later disappeared. Later, they go to the TV and see that the same chocolate is on the TV where the Stone Age was.

Willy Wonka: As you can see, it has shrunk in the TV. But you can take it. (To Mike) Take it.

Mike: It's just an image.

Willy Wonka: You're such a pest. (To Alina) Will you take it?

Alina immediately took the chocolate and eats it.

Willy Wonka: You see, everything is fine. And the taste is the same.

Mr. Teavee: And other items can be reduced? For example, cornflakes.

Willy Wonka: Do you know what cornflakes are made of? These are wooden shavings made of wood.

Mike: Do you move a lot of people?

Willy Wonka: People? No, it's forbidden.

Mike: But you invented something for me to be there.

Mr. Teavee: Son, come on, you're already spoiled by the TV. He's right about what he says.

Mike: You think he's smart. He's not, I am.

Carlin: Boy, you only think you're smart, and you don't respect your elders.

Mike: And your main friend thinks about you enough as it is.

He runs by pushing oompaloompas into a teleporter and slowly rises into the air. Later, he disappeared and ended up on TV where he was portrayed by oompaloompa in the news.

Song about Mike Teavee.

[Oompaloompas]

The most important thing

That we've ever learned

The most important thing we've learned

As far as children are concerned

Is never, never let them near a television set

Or better still just don't install the idiotic thing at all

(Never, never let them, never never let them)

It rots the senses in the head

It kills imagination dead

It clogs and clutters up the mind

It makes a child so dull and blind

(So dull and blind)

He can no longer understand

A fairytale in fairyland

(In fairyland, in fairyland)

His brain becomes as soft as cheese

His thinking powers rust and freeze

He cannot think he only sees

(He only see, he only see)

Regarding little Mike Teavee

We very much regret that we (Regret that we)

Shall simply have to wait and see

We very much regret that we

Shall simply have to wait and see

If we can get him back to size

But if we can't

It serves him right

Willy Wonka: All right, grab him.

Mike's father took his little son out of the screen.

Mr. Teavee:(Angry) Mr. Wonka, you're crazy.

Willy Wonka: Don't worry, we'll send it to the tanner-tanner.

Mr. Teavee: Tanner-tanner?

Willy Wonka: This is my idea. Show him out.

When the oompaloompas escort the two people to another room, Willie decided to step back a bit.

Alina: Mr. Wonka, we understand that this has happened. But we can help you with two things at once.

Willy Wonka: I understand. (He turned to the heroes) I know that you know about my past. I can't accept a man who has to work without a family. Since it was so-so with my father.

Carlin: Yes, dentists are against sweets. But you were right to follow your dream. You can't always be like that at the same time.

Willy Wonka: Anyway, it didn't just happen like in a fairy tale. It's just that one day when I was alone, I came across a book about Charlie and the chocolate factory. I decided to become exactly like Willy Wonka himself. And oompaloompas found them in the same place as in the book. They also dreamed of cocoa beans.

Leo: We understand your story.

Emma: But I think you need to make peace with your father while we look for a poor family as characters.

Willy Wonka: A brilliant idea... But who will come with me?

Alina: Let me and the girls go with you to your father.

Willy Wonka: Good. (Goes to the elevator) Fortunately, we have tra- (He collided with the elevator and fell, but just) Calmly. I've also heard all about you, not only about your exploits, but also before. (Oompaloompas) Escort them to the exit.

The characters follow the dwarfs out of the factory while the girls and Willy fly in the elevator to his father.

To be continued...

[gddmgttsu]

Why.

So, I've been having this issue of my old PC from like 2018 is starting to feel a bit lacking in terms of performance. I'm not like a computer expert by any means so I've given alot of thought as to wether I should get a new one or upgrade this one.

My mind was set on just buying a whole new one so I could run my stuff better. I stumbled upon a video that talks about graphics card performance over the years up to now being not quite as exponential as expected gave me a bit of hope that my smelly 1060 can still do good.

Alittle after that too, my friend was buying a new PC since he's never had a dedicated gaming one. While the friend group was on call, we were just talking about ram and how 8 gigs used to be the alright but now it's the minimum. After that conversation I realized "WAIT A SECOND ALL OF MY PC ISSUES FEEL LIKE A RAM PROBLEM" since I only had 8 gigs.

Without much thought, I went online and bought an extra 8 gig stick which would give me at total of 16 gigs. With great difficulty due to the size of my graphics card, I was able to slot it in properly (2-4 slot thingy) and upon my first boot it was wonderful.

It was like my PC's asthma was cured. I could actually like play my games properly and tab out to discord to talk without it exploding. I tested a bunch of games and felt a giant weight off of my shoulders.

I should preface this by saying I bought a somewhat expensive set of digital isntruments (I don't actually recommend the one I bought) and because it ran terribly but still useable. I had the idea to upgrade my PC because of that.

You could imagine how I felt when the next boot a few hours later things felt "normal". It was like I didn't install that new stick of ram.

To my surprise, the task manager said something like 4.8/8 gigs memory, despite my PC correctly seeing that it has 16 gigs of ram. I didn't quite feel a pit in my stomach but my first thought was "ah fuck I paid for that".

I spent 3 hours or so troubleshooting, taking the PC apart several times, cleaning, slotting in different slots, messing with windows settings and eventually I got it to fully use 16 gigs. It was only shortly lived as during my testing I noticed that on a stress test the memory felt like it was capping at 8 gigs and after a bit more pushing, it just BLUE SCREENED.

It gave me the error code of not being able to access the ram and it rebooted. It started up as normal again but before it can hit my desktop, this time it blue screened againt this time maybe telling me about corrupted system files. At this point I felt like the gif of the emoji disintegrating.

It reboots up one last time and everything seems normal and I can access my desktop.

I check the task manager, it only sees 8 gigs.

I eventually give up and go to bed deciding to take it out when I wake up which leads us to now.

I suppose I'm lucky I didn't catastrophically destroy my PC since I don't have a back up for my files yet (hehe) but like, come on man, I paid money for that stick.

As a last resort I check the listing for any semblance of warranty I could use and behold I see it, the prime reason as to why forces beyond our comprehension decided to mess with me: "Not compatible with AMD processors"

CURSE YOU AMD FOR HAVING A GREAT DEAL FOR PROCESSORS WITH YOUR RYZEN 7

So, lesson learned: Read your tooltips (I'm an ffxiv player)

In all seriousness though, I'm kinda glad I went through the whole process because it gave me insight as to what I need to look out for when I actually get one whole money and buy a new PC.

It also gave me a newfound appreciation for the people in the computer repair industry that do this for a living. I imagine idiots like me walk into the store 200x a second with an easily remedied solution. Can't imagine the patience required haha.

I suppose when I can afford it, I can buy another ram and give it another go. It shouldn't be too hard this time since I'll be walking into the physical store and asking for what I need with my specs.

As for the ram, I might just give it away since it might still work with a non AMD processor. I did pay for it and I wouldn't want it to go to waste.

[fallenfortheniche]

*Warning, This is a Long One*

Oh boy you do not realized what you unleashed I’ve been fascinated by this topic for years and it took me multiple days to write this. (There were many pieces cut out for brevity, if you believe it) One of the things I’ve been doing in my off time over the last year or so is tracking how different ships came about and how they change overtime/interact with trends in fandom. Scriddler is one of the ships I’ve spent a decent amount of time looking into because it fascinated me so much.

You’ve got this ship between two prominent characters, it’s the most written about ship for each character in their primary continuity, and they have barely shared a screen or let alone even talked to each other, along with the fact that no one could really confidently say how it came about.

The thing about Scriddler is that there isn’t a point origin the can be pinned down. There was no ship defining panel or interaction that acted as a catalyst to jump start the whole thing. Instead it just started as a few people seeing the potential these two characters had for an interesting dynamic and made fan works about that. There’s a decent amount of friendship based stories between them before you start to see more romantic/sexual ones pop up. The amount of these stories started out small with only about 4 to 7 being posted a year across multiple platforms. This pace stayed steady until 2011 when Arkham City was released.

This point is where some people might consider the origin of Scriddler to be. Fans became enamored with the few audio interactions that Jonathan and Edward had and began to write more about them in the Arkham Games continuity. The reason I don’t consider this to be the case is two fold. 1: a relatively decent amount of fic for these characters had already been written for about 5 years at this point. 2: The majority of stories written about this ship during and post Arkham City & Asylum do NOT take place in the games continuity and instead take place in a vague ‘comics’ continuity.

This is in contrast to a ship like Riddler x Penguin which had very few stories written about them (only 3 on Ao3) until Gotham (2014) came out and it exploded in popularity. Since then the vast majority of fic of Riddler x Penguin is still set in the Gotham universe not any other continuity. Due to this disparity I would conclude that Gotham would be considered the origin point for Riddlerxpenguin. [I could go into a deep dive on the differences between Nygnobblepot vs RiddleBird as ships, but that’s for another day]

Now back to the main point, you can’t find an origin for Scriddler because there isn’t one. We all just collectively agreed that it would be neat, and a boost in popularity for both characters around the same time with no other obvious people to ship them with lead to a rise in the ships popularity. This fandom popularity led to fan works that made more people interested in the ship and in grew from there.

(Aside 1: I’d like to note that someone once claimed that Scriddler began due to people wanting to ship Cillian Murphy’s scarecrow with someone but not having anyone in the movies so they landed on Riddler from the comics. This is definitely not the case as the vast majority of stories at the time shipped Scarecrow with the Joker not Edward to fill that gay ship void and I couldn’t find any evidence of Edward being shipped with Jon in that continuity during that time)

(Aside 2: I also think its interesting that you consider Scriddler a rarepair, I guess in the grand scheme of Batman continuity it is, but considering the ship size from only looking at riddler ships, using AO3 tag number, it is the most written about Riddler ship in the Comics continuity. It was the over all 2nd most popular ship before The Batman (2022) came out and was the most popular riddler ship before Gotham (2014) came out.)

(Data Clarification: For reference the previous sections are based only on digital fan works/discussions of these characters that I’ve been able to find. I’m sure there are many older websites, zines, and live fan events that I just don’t know about. Most of these observations come from searching through LiveJournal, Fanfiction.net, and AO3)

From what I’ve been able to find, fan work featuring both characters interacting doesn’t begin to show up online until around 2006. As said previously most of these are not Ship based stories although a few of those were still posted around this time. )

Scriddler Question

Out of curiosity, how did the Scriddler ship start? I tried looking it up to no avail. Have they interacted in any DC related media outside of the Rogues! Podcast?

*asking as someone who does not know much of these characters' lore

[quirkyfantakes]

I am a long-time Regency/historical romance reader, and have been waiting for literally my whole life for TV/Hollywood to adapt this genre that has brought me so much happiness for the small and big screen.

And then came Bridgerton.

All hail the Shondaland crew for figuring out how to make TV romance elicit all the big romance novel feelings that keep the die hards engaged in this genre!

And not only that, but also IMPROVING on the genre. Of course we romance readers love our tropes and formulas, but there are plenty of romance story conventions that I despise.

Here are three romance novel tropes/conventions that Bridgerton S2 and #Kanthony exploded, for the good of all humanity:

1 - Hero is tanned/darker, heroine is fairer/paler.

Is it because darker skin is connected to outdoor work/manual labor/sun exposure, and fair skin connotes the opposite? But there is a REAL THING in many romance novels about romanticizing the contrast between the hero's darker skin with the heroine's, particularly when they clasp hands or other body parts. As a dark skinned person who is partnered with a white man, I HATE this romanticization of skin color difference in this direction, and it makes me so happy that the Kanthony aesthetic is in the complete opposite direction.

2 - Hero is tall brawny big guy, heroine is petite/pocket sized

I LOVE that Anthony and Kate are so close in height to each other, that they are literally AND figuratively equal in stature, and that they can (to paraphrase Anthony in the Featherington garden in episode 8) "see eye to eye" so easily with each other.

And, yes yes yes -- Jonny Bailey is BUILT, and Simone Ashley is quite lissome, so the subversion of body typing is not quite 100%. But I have full confidence that the artists of Shondaland are going to continue to do us right with #Polin.

3 - Virginal heroine lacks gumption/knowledge/wherewithal to initiate the first kiss.

Kanthony longed and longed and LONGED for each other, but when that first kiss finally happened in episode 6, it wasn't capital-S sex-hound Anthony who gave in to his yearnings -- but the eternally buttoned-up KATE who took the first step.

It is actually quite subversive for the 26-year-old spinster to be so confident in Regencies; I am so much more used to the rake/libertine needing to "teach" the lady how to take control of her sexual agency. And indeed, in episode 5, Anthony SAYS OUT LOUD that he dreams of "the things he could teach [her]."

But in reality: the man just teased and teased and TEASED, from bee sting scene to Aubrey Hall study scene to Lady Danbury's sitting room scene. This guy was NEVER going to take the leap to actual physical contact -- it took the "inexperienced" spinster to finally cross that bridge. And thank goodness she finally did.

[theflyingfeeling]

How about number 7 for (t)twins? 👀

it's a J/J kinda evening 😌💕

(fun fact: I actually wrote a very different kind of version of this prompt first, but it wasn't fluffy enough and I wanted to challenge myself to write something short and sweet about J/J for change 😅 let me know if you want to read the longer and less fluffy version (with a lot more rain and pining!))

07. We’re arguing in the rain and you kiss me (1027 words)

~

“This was a stupid idea, Porko.”

“This was a great idea and you know it, Hokka, as are all my ideas, may I remind you.”

“All your other ideas are stupid too.”

Joonas slowed down his scooter to take a look at Google Maps again. The rain droplets falling on his phone had begun to grow in size and the muffled sound of thunder echoed from above them.

Their hotel shouldn’t be far away, but it seemed the busy streets of Berlin had played a trick on them and now they had been circling the same few blocks for almost 45 minutes in search of their accommodation. A few hours ago, when they had left on their little escapade, it had still been sunny and pleasantly warm, but now the dark blue clouds looming above the horizon were rapidly crawling towards them and the people in the plaza were opening their umbrellas in anticipation of the upcoming downpour. 

“For fuck’s sake, it’s staring to rain,” Joel voiced his insightful observation, as if by now Joonas didn’t have to wipe his phone screen on his shirt every few seconds to keep it dry.

“Well, I’m awfully sorry controlling the weather is not in my power,” he mumbled.

“We could have just gone for drinks at the nice bar we saw the other night, but noooooo, Mr. Tourist just had to gawk at the Brandenburg Gate, as if you haven’t been here dozens of times before,” Joel kept on grumbling as he leaned on the handles of his rental bicycle.

“Oh, chill, drama queen, you can soon spent the whole fucking night at the hotel bar if you wish. Clearly it was my mistake to think it’d be fun to do something different for change.”

Joonas glared at Joel and turned back to his phone, but the more he looked at it, the less he knew which way they were supposed to be going, and the water smearing the screen of his phone only made him more tense about the situation.

“It clearly was, Joonas, for I would have never–”

“Yes, because you never anything, Joel! If it was up to you, we’d keep sulking inside the whole time like some fucking hermits because you’re as fucking paranoid about people these days as you are of the fucking harbour seagulls!” Joonas exploded, finally growing sick of the constant nagging from behind him. 

He slipped his phone back in his pocket to protect it from the rain and hopped off his scooter to park it by the side of the brick wall decorated with colourful graffiti they had driven past at least five times by now. Then he sat on the steps of what looked like the back door of a restaurant and hugged his knees to his chest. The downpour was blasting on them at full force now, drenching their hair and all their clothes in a matter of seconds.

Joonas kept trying to swallow the hopeless sobs pooling in inside his chest; he really had thought going on a little downtown adventure would have helped them both relax after a long day of PR and meetings and content creation, and it probably would have, had the weather and the unreliableness of the damn map application ruined his grand plan to make out with Joel in every corner of downtown Berlin.

A sudden warmth spread to Joonas’ body from his left side as Joel sat next to him, just as wet and cold as he was, but still somehow radiating pleasant heat.

A quick kiss was planted on his cheek, so quick that Joonas wasn’t sure if he had imagined it.

“Hey,” Joel’s quiet voice sounded close to his ear. “I’m sorry.”

Joonas bit his lip to keep himself from saying something snarky in response, such as “you better be”, before he remembered how hard it could still sometimes be for Joel to get as sentimental as to apologise for his bratty behaviour; he was still struggling from time to time, learning how to be a good boyfriend, and Joonas intended to be there with him on every step of the way.

“I know,” Joonas nodded and turned his face to peck Joel’s lips lightly. Joel, however, clearly had other thoughts as he deepened the kiss, catching Joonas’ bottom lip in between his own, which Joonas was happy to allow him. Their rain-soaked hair kept dripping on their faces, and although he knew it was in vain, Joonas lifted his hands to dry Joel’s cheek, all the while leaning in for one more kiss after another. 

Joel’s quiet giggle was the sweetest sound Joonas had ever heard when he began leaving small kisses all over Joel’s wet face and down his neck where he could still smell traces of the aftershave Joel had borrowed from him. He could never get enough of neither hearing Joel’s laughter nor mouthing at his long neck, but Joel’s hands guiding him back up to meet his kisses forced him to do so nevertheless. Luckily sliding his tongue against Joel’s was the perfect alternative, especially when he could hear soft whines leaving Joel’s throat.

“Joonas,” Joel said, breaking their lips apart once more. “I just… You know I don’t actually think your ideas are stupid, right?”

The genuine, sort of worried look in Joel’s bright eyes would have been enough to convince Joonas, had he not already known the truthful state of affairs even without Joel’s sincere confession.

“Like… the one you had about going to Eurovision turned out to be a pretty good one, at least.”

“‘Pretty good’, you say? Really?” Joonas scrunched his nose as if irritated, but still couldn’t help but bump it against Joel’s softly. 

“One of your best, I admit,” Joel smiled. “Way better than this one, anyway.”

“You think so?” Joonas leaned close enough to easily take Joel in for another kiss but just far enough to keep the man on the edge. “Why, I’m afraid it’s just a matter of perspective.”

Then he pushed Joel by his shoulders until his back hit the stone paving flooding with rainwater and leaned over him to connect their lips again.

[trentaafcsblog]

NSFW Alphabet

Mason Mount

A - aftercare You’d be lying if you said that this wasn’t sometimes your favourite part about having sex, something about how soft and caring Mason becomes once the two of you have reached your highs just making you feel like the only girl in the world, and don’t get me wrong, he looks after you in the best possible way when you’re doing the business, but he’s just so much more attentive afterwards and he’s happy to kiss, cuddle and play with your hair as long as you need him to

B - body part Your ass, god he’s got an obsession with it, always catching him licking his lips whenever you wear *those* gym leggings or a tiny pair of shorts, and it’s got to the point where it feels weird not to have his hand glued to it twenty-four-seven

C - cum At the start of your relationship you were super strict about Mason wearing a condom, so it’s only recently that you’ve started to be a bit more adventurous when it comes to your orgasms, letting him try out all kinds of different things to see which you both prefer, whether that’s cumming on your ass, your your tits, in your mouth or inside your pussy, you’re still trying to figure that your one out, but it’s honestly the hottest thing knowing that at least one part of your body is decorated with his seed

D - dirty secret You’ve recently discovered the world of sexting, and it’s quite possibly your favourite thing, loving how you can pass your thumbs tapping away on your screen as ‘oh I’m just messaging my boyfriend’, when actually you’re begging him to be balls deep inside of you tonight whilst he fucks your pussy raw

E - exposed Not to jinx it but you haven’t been caught yet, there was one time where his mum came home from work early and you were face down on the mattress whilst Mason fucked you from behind, but that’s as close as it’s got, and fingers crossed it stays that way

F - foreplay Again, it’s something that’s taken time for the two of you to get into the swing of doing, but now it’s become an essential part of your sex lives, sometimes not even bothering to do the actual deed and instead just letting Mason eat you out whilst you suck his dick, loving how the other person can bring you so much pleasure in the most incredible ways

G - goofy At the start of your relationship there were a couple of times when you ended up in a fit of giggles, mainly because you were both worried incase you got ‘too’ into it and the other person wasn’t ready, but now you’re so much more comfortable around one another that it’s rare that you have outbursts of random giggles anymore 

H - horny Mason finds it hard not to be when you’re his girlfriend, always wandering around with a boner because you look so good all the time, looking at you with a twinkle in his eye each time you come down wearing a tiny top or a little pair of shorts in the hope that you catch on to what he’s thinking

I - intimacy It’s such an important part of your relationship, taking you a little while to feel completely comfortable around one another but now you’re both so close, both emotionally and sexually, which obviously helps when it comes to the bedroom

J - jack off Normally he tries to keep himself under control, especially since he knows that his hand has nothing on yours, but there have obviously been times when he’s been caught out and he just has to relieve some of his tension, sometimes struggling to keep himself sane when you’re busy spamming him with messages explaining how you’ll be sucking him off later

 K - kinks Mason’s got the biggest praise kink, loving how he thrusts deeper into your pussy or groans in your ear each time you call him your good boy, finding it so hot that those kinds of compliments just roll of your tongue without you even thinking, his brain fogging over with pure pleasure each time and causing his cock to almost explode 

L - location You usually stick to the bedroom, obviously there have been occasions where you’ve had sex on the sofa halfway through a movie or let him bend you over the kitchen whilst you’re making dinner, but you much prefer to keep it under the covers

M - moaning That boy knows what he’s doing so it’s practically impossible for you to hold back your moans, always turning into a complete whimpering mess for him when he’s slamming into you, and Mason’s just the same, always grunting and groaning in your ear with each thrust because you make him feel so good 

N - nudes You’ve both sent and received a fair few, Mason always choosing to pass his over when you’re out for lunch with your friends or sat at work, a series of photos of his rock solid cock appearing on your screen and causing the most furious blush to sweep across your cheeks, Mason finding it hilarious how you’ll get so turned on in an environment where you can’t do anything about it, only giving you a reason to punish him when you’re home 

O - oral His favourite thing in the whole wide world is seeing you knelt before him with his cock in your mouth, fucking your face for hours on end just so that he can hear you gagging and spluttering around him, your eyes streaming with tears and rolling back into your head as his cock hits the back of your throat

P - position Mason’s got two favourites - doggy and missionary, his choice of position depends on the mood that he’s in, opting for doggy if he wants to be a bit rough and reach his orgasm quickly, but choosing missionary when he wants to be a bit more intimate with you, loving how he can be so much closer to you and how you can feel his thrusts so much deeper

Q - quickie You both prefer longer sex sessions but obviously when the seconds are counting down on the clock then you’re making the most of the time that you have together, letting Mase fuck you at the most ridiculous speed before he needs to go to training or before you’re about to head out for dinner with your mates, loving how you can go about your day afterwards as though you haven’t just had your brains blown out, nobody knowing what you’ve been up to other than you two

R - risk You’re not the biggest risk takers to be honest, preferring to keep your sex life exclusively between the two of you rather than sharing it with a whole car park or holiday complex, but saying that, you have let Mason fuck you on the balcony in the early hours of the morning and you’ve also sucked him off in one of the back rooms at Stamford Bridge, yet other than that it’s pretty much safe sex in the company of just you and Mase

S - spit/swallow Swallow, always, why would you want to waste the aftermath of all of your hard work? Mason finding it the hottest thing ever that you don’t even have to contemplate your next move when he cums in your mouth, giving him your best innocent eyes or a little wink before you’re swallowing it down without any hesitation

T - toys You’ve got a vibrator that occasionally makes an appearance when you feel like you’re missing something in the bedroom, but nine times out of ten, you just let Mason do the work, his cock hitting all of the places that no toy could and his fingers rubbing your clit in a way that feels so good that you can’t even compare it to a vibrator, both of you preferring to be the people that bring each other pleasure, rather than letting a toy do the work

U - unfair Never ever ever, Mason’s honestly the sweetest person when it comes to sex so he’ll never cum before you, and even if he’s desperate to reach his orgasm, then he’ll try and hold off until your pussy is spasming around his cock first, hating seeing you begging and whining for him to let you cum so he’s always making sure that your needs are met well before his own

V - volume You can be prettyyy loud, which isn’t really hard when Mason fucks you so well, loving how you can scream his name as loudly as you want when it’s just you and him, your moans bouncing off the walls and echoing in his ears for hours afterwards, honestly finding your whines and whimpers so fucking sexy, especially since he knows he’s the only one making you feel that way

W - wild card Mason’s recently invested in a Polaroid camera to try and capture some of your best memories together, and somehow it’s managed to make its way into the bedroom too, resting on his bedside table until the perfect photo opportunity arises, taking a few snaps and hiding them away ready to look at when you need a bit of inspiration

X - x-ray It’s a good size, a veryyy good size, well and truly filling you up and managing to hit all of the right places, so you definitely aren’t complaining, even if it does sometimes take you a while to adjust to his length, much to Mason’s satisfaction 

Y - yearning He’s always in the mood to fuck you, I mean, who wouldn’t be when they’ve got such a pretty girl as their partner? Always catching him staring at your ass or letting his mind run free when his gaze brushes over your tits, but you don’t mind, because secretly you’re doing exactly the same to him

Z - zzz It’s hard not to fall asleep after sex, particularly your longer sessions, and regardless of whether it’s emotion-based or rough, it’s still wearing you both out and you can’t help but collapse in each other’s arms and drift off into a deep sleep afterwards, staying in the same position until the sun starts rising and you’re woken up to the memories of last night