#there's such a big gap between the written language & the oral one that it sounds (and looks) jarring to switch from one to the other

[unionizedwizard]

that being said it IS true that at this point, spoken french & written french are practically two separate languages

[i-did]

hi mlm here. so i want to write andreil smut but im a virgin so i have no idea what exactly sex is like. but i do not want to write it for the.... straight women gaze. what are some things that are accurate to write about. this is prolly super nsfw but i dont know who to ask.

Okay so this response took me literally months, and I'm sorry about that. I honestly was so excited when I got this question. I don't know why I put off responding?? But here I go: 

CW for discussion of NSFW, STD’s, and a lil homophobia

I bet a lot of people who write smut are virgins tbh, that's not to insult anyone or anything, but like writing is a non physical way to explore sex and fantasies by yourself, so you’re definitely not alone lol.

So you're MLM and want to write smut, (and others who want to get my opinions on writing non-fetishistic smut).

Porn is porn and can have unrealistic circumstances to fulfill said fantasy, such as anything from people messing around in locker rooms to tentacles.

To get a general sense of what is common in MLM sexuality, (rather than the typical feminine gaze that is seen in smut) looking at gay porn and gay porn categories is good insight. 

Bear culture, muscle culture, leather culture, etc. 

These are obviously still porn and unrealistic, however being attracted to sweat, jockstraps, and muscles is very common outside of porn. 

Bear culture is a body-positive movement that started because of the gay community's fat-phobia, age-phobia, and overall shittyness about body hair. 

Leather culture is also really big, it started because of the belief that gay men couldn’t be dominant or “masculine”, even in bed. So in America, leather culture was a way a lot of MLM embraced themselves. 

Going to pride, you will see many men wearing those leather harnesses, it doesn't indicate a preference of topping or bottoming necessarily, they're just something mlm wear and has grown quite popular in the culture, I've known some men to say it feels like a security blanket for them. 

And I think it’s very important to understand these cultures or at least be aware of them on a base level if you’re going to write gay porn. 

Also looking at erotic MLM art made by men, there is Tom of Finland, who was very historically significant, and is the most famous erotic gay artist. There is gay literature, one that openly talks about sex quite frankly is the book “We Both Laughed In Pleasure: The Selected Diaries of Lou Sullivan” which is a series of diary excerpts from a real gay trans man where you follow his life up until he died during the aids epidemic. He talks about sex with partners and discovering himself as well as what being a gay man means to him. He has a real love for sex in a way that is very unashamed and interesting to read about. We know that he wrote the latter half of his diaries with the plan of compiling them and publishing them but he passed away and people in his life carried out this wish for him. He is considered a significant part of gay and transgender history because of this, and his diaries are in LGBT museums. 

Reading gay poetry, looking at gay art, erotic, romantic, grungy, whatever, and you will find and see how they portray things differently than when it’s not portrayed by gay men usually. I mean there is a clear difference between yaoi and bara and that's the audience and authors. Some yaoi are made by MLM, (well technically their called gei comi, or gay comics in Japanese)

“Also known as ‘gei comi’ or ‘men's love,’ bara comics are by men, for men. There is a yaoi equivalent to this, and it is called ‘gachi muchi’-- it is written by women, for women.” – myanimelist.net (lol)

 but more than 90% aren't. I haven't ever heard of a non-MLM bara artist, but I'm sure there's at least one. 

Of course, I've seen things depicting MLM just together pretty realistically that didn't feel like it was written by someone who definitely wasn't MLM, but these scenes tend to be more writing in the general sense of art in the general sense rather than porn, which has a huge gap in characteristics between stuff usually written by MLM vs when it's written by women. (sorry about the binary language here)

I know some people don't like any realism in their porn, but I personally really like small details such as prep being mentioned, foreplay, even acknowledgment of the existence of condoms even if they choose to go without.

Especially as an MLM who lives in America currently, the ever-present acknowledgment and stigmatism of AIDS is around us. We think about it, even when we don't want to. An entire generation of MLM, trans people, and a lot of POC were wiped out. Not necessarily a PWP detail, but including discussion of prep, PrEP (the anti HIV medication) and/or getting tested, even for diseases besides HIV, is a small detail that I think is nice. MLM often have to have a moment when opening up a conversation about sex where HIV is mentioned, our dating apps and hook up apps have sections where you put positive, negative, non-transmissible/undetectable, or prefer not to say. The books take place in 2006 so PrEP didn't exist yet, but also the aids pandemic was happening when they were being born and as young kids, so it wasn't that long ago in society's mind. It's still illegal for many trans people and MLM to donate blood despite that the blood is screened for diseases after donation. 

Also, some realism I like is when a character isn't getting their ass ate first in the morning. Like, for me that's a huge turn-off because I think “holy fuck hygiene.” specifically with anal play I just really think even casually mentioning “washing up” or basic prep, or if you want more accuracy/details mention time between last meals or “x only ate a salad, so he would be fine”. It's like a joke in the gay community to eat chili fries or some shit on a date to indicate that either there will be no anal, or if there is you’re not going to be the one to do it, because you just fuckin ate those fries to say so. 

A cock just going in without prep and no condom is going to A) hurt very bad the body does not do that naturally and can cause injury B) get shit dick.

An also not sexy detail that is common for sex is just laying down a towel so you don’t have to wash sheets. Lube on hands? Wipe off on the towel that you’re on rn. Laying down a towel is pretty normal especially for anal. But this is if you’re going for a much more playing for accuracy sex scene. 

Honestly just writing fingering and prep and stuff like that in my opinion goes a long way and also gives the audience more to read. 

Also, sex is way more than peen in hole. Get creative, frottage, mutual masturbation, docking? Idk like thigh fucking, fucking buttcheeks but not hole, handies, blowies, anal oral, Neil doesn’t have to be the only one who gets his ass ate and things don’t have to follow formulas, in fact, they’re better when they don’t. 

Sex comes in many forms, and like I’ve definitely been with someone and he took off his shirt and I was like what, because he was skinny and clean-shaven and I didn’t expect him to have nearly as much chest hair as he did. I bet honestly Neil has a massive bush, like fuckin, massive. 

Andrew and Neil don’t have to like everything the same amount, Neil could be like “I wanna lick your armpit” and gets really off on it, Andrew is neutral but likes that Neil likes it and agrees even if it does nothing for him physically. Honestly, Neil having a sweat kink imo is pretty fitting lol. 

Try not to categorize the characters into “the bottom” and “the top”, or “the man” and “the woman”

This is something I see a lot and pay attention to how “the bottom” tends to adopt traits that are seen in straight porn that are over-exaggerated. I’m not saying it's inherently wrong to write someone as slim, but we know Neil isn't delicate, but I personally wouldn't categorize him as slim. He's a college-level athlete and is definitely muscular and defined, he has some bulk at least, he isn’t model lean for sure imo. You also often see PWP where the bottom makes a bunch of noise and the top makes none, or the top grunts and the bottom mewls, these are things I personally feel gives the bottom the role of a woman in porn. I don’t think Andreil have rough sex necessarily, but I do think when Neil does make noise, it would be because it was practically punched out of him by the feeling, and would sound more like a gasp than a kitten or whatever. There's nothing wrong with writing them both grunting, both of their voices being lower. Someone bottoming doesn’t suddenly magically not have secondary sex characteristics and stubble and body hair or a deep voice or however, they’re like everywhere else. 

When I read an over-emphasis on Neil’s slim waist and swaying hips and ass I’m like,,, okay someone please mention Andrew looking at Neil’s dick or bulge or shoulders. As an MLM, what do you find hot about men? I like stomachs and arms and shoulders, jawlines, collarbones, asses yes but like in a different way than how I like women’s asses (I’m bi lol) they are smaller and I like them muscled and squared almost. I look at veins on hands and noses and shoulders and backs, I look at a lot and I honestly don't have a type. But yeah so think about what you like, why you like it, what you might want. Or look at what others like, and why and how they want and like it.

what would Neil like, how would he feel about it? And Andrew. I kinda feel like Andrew is low-key masc 4 masc but that's just me lmaoo. Anyways, good luck writing. 

[leossmoonn]

mind games [part nine]

masterlist | part eight | part ten

zuko x fem!reader fluff, angst smau (it has the social media elements, but not as much as the last series)

avatar: the last airbender

summary - being zuko’s best friend is the easiest thing in the world. until he gets a girlfriend and you realize you’re in love with him

warnings / includes  (this counts for any/all chapters) - fighting, suggestive, language, crying, alcohol, cheating, talk about injuries, making out, alluding to sex, talks about sex. you are sokka and katara’s older sister. you, mai, and zuko are seniors in college, sokka and suki are juniors, katara, aang, and toph are sophomores.

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“hi, what can i get for you today?” you smiled. 

“i’d like a sticky bun and green tea, please,” your customer, who was a middle-aged woman, ordered.

you wrote down on your notepad, reaching down to grab her menu. “alright, coming right up.”

you walked back to behind the counter, getting out a sticky bun from the display case and warming up some water. as you waited, the doors to the JD opened. a familiar smell wafted through the restaurant and you couldn’t help but turn you head. a smile coming onto your face as you saw jet standing in the entrance, carrying a bouquet of flowers. 

“jet! what’re you doing here?” you asked, pouring hot water into a cup and placing tea leaves. 

“a boyfriend can’t come and surprise his girlfriend with flowers at her job?” jet grinned, holding the flowers out to you. 

“i gotta get this order out, then i’ll be with you, okay?” you said. you picked up the cup and plate, but katara snatched them out of your hand. 

“i got this, y/n. you go say hi to your boyfriend,” she grinned, taking over the food. 

you chuckled and went over to jet. “let’s go and sit down.”

he followed you to a corner booth, sitting very close to you once you got settled. 

“so, what brings you here today?” you asked. 

“today is our 3 month anniversary, so i just wanted to surprise you,” jet explained.

your eyes widened, “oh, god… is today our 3 months?”

jet furrowed his brows. “yeah… i-”

you started to laugh, cutting him off. he frowned, more confusion written on his face. 

“what-why are you laughing?” he asked. you smirked, putting your hand on his. 

“because your face was priceless!” you giggled. “oh, so you didn’t forget?” he asked. 

you shook your head and leaned into him. “of course not. i would never forget, baby.”

“oh, good. i mean, it would be fine if you did, i know you’re busy,” jet shrugged. 

“i’m never too busy for you,” you grinned, closing the gap between you two.

you kissed him with desire and passion, your hand dropping down from his hand to his thigh. he smiled into the kiss, snaking his hand on your hip, gripping you through your apron and jeans. 

“mmm, we have to stop,” you breathed out as you pulled away. 

“we’ll do more tonight,” jet grinned. “ooh, what’s the plan?” you asked. 

“i am taking you out,” he said. “wow, what a man,” you poked his arm teasingly. 

“you know me. i like to treat you,” he winked. 

“mhm, and you do it well,” you giggled, leaning in to give him another kiss. 

“y/n, you have to get back to work,” zuko’s voice sounded in front of you.

you pulled away immediately, your face going red. 

“sorry,” you chuckled. “when shall i get ready?” you turned back to jet. 

“whenever your shift is done. i’ll be picking you up at 6,” he answered. 

“sounds good. thank you so much for the flowers and the visit. i can’t wait to see you tonight,” you smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“you, too,” he smiled, getting up out of the seat. “nice seeing you, zuko,” jet said as he walked past. 

“yeah, you, too,” zuko nodded, still looking at you.

you stood up, adjusting your clothes and grabbing the bouquet. 

“what’s got your undies in a twist?” you asked zuko. “nothing,” he shrugged. 

“oh, c’mon, we just made up a week ago. don’t shut me out now,” you pouted. 

zuko couldn’t help but smile at your puppy dog face. “it’s just that mai has never visited me at work or anything.”

you frowned. “oh… well, do you want a flower?” you asked and plucked one out from your bouquet. 

“ah, no thanks. these are yours.” zuko said. “go ahead and take it. you deserve something nice, even if it’s not from your girlfriend,” you smiled. 

you held out the flower and zuko took it slowly. 

“thanks, y/n. mai could learn a thing or two from you,” zuko joked. 

“well, she doesn’t really seem like the affectionate type,” you snorted. 

“yeah,” zuko sighed. “well, don’t fear. just keep giving her love and eventually, hopefully, she’ll give you it back,” you smiled.

“hopefully,” zuko gave you a small smile. 

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“where you two going?” toph asked. 

“i have no idea. somewhere nice, i assume,” you shrugged, putting in hoop earrings. 

“are you two gonna have sex?” suki asked. you scoffed, “i’m not answering that.”

“so, yes?” she giggled. “no-maybe? i don’t know,” you shrugged. 

“have you two slept with each other yet?” katara asked. 

“no,” you shook your head. “not even oral? damn, you two are missing out,” toph laughed. 

your eyes widened. “we have done oral! just not like, intercourse. ugh, this is such a weird conversation.”

“it’s not! we’re your girlfriends, you’re supposed to tell us everything,” katara said. 

“not everything,” you muttered. you stepped away fro the mirror, checking yourself out before you left. 

“he’s definitely gonna wanna smash you in that,” suki smirked. 

“i hate you all,” you grumbled. 

“we love you, too,” toph grinned. 

you couldn’t help but smile. you heard a knock at the door and you went to walk out of your room. 

“have fun!” katara called out. “will do. thanks, guys,” you smiled back at them before walking down the stairs. 

you opened the door, grinning brightly as you saw jet at the door with a polar dog plushie and a red, velvet box. he was wearing a purple dress shirt with black slacks, a dark purple bow tie around his neck. he looked very different than usual. Still handsome, just more classy. 

“hello, sexy,” you smirked. “i should be saying that to you. you look gorgeous,” he eyed your body that was in a tight-fitting, blue dress and black heels. 

“thank you. i try,” you shrugged shamelessly. “and you never fail to impress. are you ready to go?” he asked. 

“yep,” you nodded, stepping out of the house and locking the door behind you.

you walked to his car, jet opening the door for you. you stepped in, thanking him as he shut the door. he then went over to his side and once he got settled in, he went to give you your gifts.

“thank you for the plushie,” you smiled as you hugged it. 

“you’re welcome. it’s not just a regular stuffed animal, though. you can heat it up or freeze it to help with muscle aches or your period cramps,” jet explained. 

your eyes widened, “woah, wait. seriously? oh, my god. this is so cool! i love you so much.”

jet’s eyes flew wide open. “w-what did you say?” 

you furrowed your brows, “i said it’s really cool and… oh. i-i said i love you.”

jet gulped visibly. “d-do you mean it?” you smiled at him, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“of course i do,” you cooed. “i’ve just never said it until now. you don’t have to say back if you’re not ready, though. it just kinda came to me naturally, i guess.”

jet shook his head furiously. “no, no. i-i am ready. i was actually planning on saying it after the home-cooked meal i made.”

“you cooked for me?” you awed. “well, yeah, i know how much you love my meals,” he smiled.

“hm, i do. you know me so well,” you poked. 

jet chuckled, “of course i do. and i love you. so, so much.”

“hm, i’m glad,” you giggled. “here’s my gift to you.” you pulled out a few boxes from your purse. 

“oh, you shouldn’t have,” jet said. “oh, please. you would have definitely cried if i didn't give you a gift,” you scoffed, handing the boxes to him. 

jet chuckled as he opened the bigger one. he held up a jersey that you had gotten custom-made for him. 

“i-is this…. my number?” he asked, looking at the back and seeing his basketball number and last name. 

“yep,” you smiled. “i know a few of your friends have their jersey’s still and you don’t have yours anymore, so i decided to make one for you. i know how much you loved playing basketball in high school and i know how much you loved the jersey.”

“i do. thank you so much. this is definitely going up on my wall,” he smiled big, leaning into kiss you on the cheek. 

“you’re welcome. open the other one. this one is more of like an our-gift thing,” you explained. “be careful, it’s fragile, too.”

he nodded, opening the package gently. he smiled as he saw a collage of photos from your first date to your last date a few weeks ago. 

“this is really cute,” he gushed, looking at the 20 photos of you. 

“i think so, too. i made myself one also. it’s hanging up in my room,” you chuckled.

“i’ll make sure to hang these up on my wall high and proud,” he said. 

“good. so, i saw you have a box for me, too?” you asked. 

“yes, yes,” he smiled. he handed you it. 

you opened it excitedly, seeing that he had bought you charm bracelet and matching anklet. 

“these are so cute, thank you,” you smiled. “help me put these on?”

jet nodded and took out the bracelet, clipping it to your wrist. he then took the anklet, reaching down. his fingers skimmed the bare skin on your legs, making your whole body light on fire. you eyed him carefully as he clipped the piece of jewellery around your ankle. after he clipped the anklet, he stayed in this position, his eyes snaking up to you. 

butterflies overwhelmed your stomach as he licked his lips seductively. the action caused you to have a full-body shiver.

“jet, we should go to your apartment,” you suggested. 

“we should. are you hungry?” he asked, sitting back again. 

“very,” you said. “me, too,” his eyes went dark. 

you smiled bashfully and turned your head away, looking to your feet. jet drove you to his place, his hand resting on your thigh the whole ride, slowly going up with each passing second. 

you wiggled in your seat. feeling the warmth grow under your dress. you felt like you knew what was going to happen to night. your heart started to race with just thinking about it. it wasn’t like it was your first time, but it would be your first time with jet. despite all the nerves you were feeling, you were excited to see where this night would take you. you trusted jet immensely and was ready to consent to whatever was going to happen. 

the sexual tension in the car grew so thick, by the time you got your foot in his house, jet smashed his lips onto yours. you moaned quietly in surprise, your arms wrapping around his neck. you entangled your fingers into his hair, kissing him roughly. 

jet kicked the door closed and locked in quickly, then walking you backwards inside. 

“do you want to eat real food or go upstairs?” jet pulled away. 

you looked into his eyes, your pupils wide and full of lust. “upstairs.”

jet smirked and put his hands under your thighs, lifting you up quickly. you yelped and giggled, pressing your lips to his in a slow, but eager kiss. he walked you two upstairs, going into his room. he threw you on the bed smoothly, looking down at you with hungry eyes and wet lips. he started to unbutton his shirt and you took your heels off. 

you laid on your back, ready for jet to climb on the bed. he took his shirt off, your eyes roaming around his chiseled chest. he climbed on the bed, approaching you like a predator. you couldn’t help but smile as he went in between your legs, his left hand setting next to your head to support himself and his right hand setting on your waist. 

he lowered himself down and kissed you sweetly, his lips peppering kisses down from your lips to your neck. 

“jet,” you hummed, your hands pulling at his hair on the nape of his neck. 

he sucked on your sweet spot, smelling your perfume. the hand that was on your waist trailed down to your thigh, his fingers slipping up your dress. 

“is this okay?” he muttered into your neck. 

“mmhm, keep going,” you moaned, moving your hips so he would be able to touch you quicker. 

“eager,” he smirked, trailing down to your collar bone. 

you hummed in reply, your hands leaving his neck and going down to the back of your dress, unzipping it. jet went to help you, his eyes admiring your body as you slipped off your dress. you smiled and unclipped your bra, dropping it to the ground. 

“before we uh, continue. i wasn't sure if you picked up on this, but i was hoping, well, wondering if you wanted to take the next step. not just emotionally, but physically, too,” he suggested, looking deep into your eyes. 

you smiled at him, your fingernails running up and down against his back. 

“i know, i picked up on some of the clues. and i was thinking on the drive a lot and i want to advance this, too. so i’m ready if you are,” you answered. 

jet smiled widely. “i love you.”

you smirked, “why don’t you show me instead of telling?”

jet’s smile turned into a teasing smirk. “say no more.”

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The Locker - Heechul (s)

Summary: Heechul is one of your most difficult students, he can be quite a sharp tongue and an idiot, but one night that bothersome feeling can turn into something else.

Pairing: Heechul!student x professor!fem reader AU.

Word count: 2009.

Warnings: oral sex (fem receiving), language and dirty shit as always.

I also support very much his relationship, this is pure fiction, written just for fun. Please don't take it seriously just like all of my fics lol.

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"I think that's it for today," you spoke, walking between the desks of your students. The classroom was in complete silence as you carried the book in your hands, not really paying attention to it. "Do you have any questions?"

Your gaze traveled to check on the students, some of them looked really lost and it concerned you a little bit inside. However, you felt tired due to work. Sighing after a few seconds, you had no other choice but to let them go since no one raised their hand.

"Alright then, class is over now."

They settled their things and packed up everything on their bags. Quickly, all of them stood up and left the place, just your figure remained in the empty room. Closing the book with a loud sound, you walked over to your desk to check the classroom making sure that no one forgot something.

However, when you made it to the first row, there was this pile of papers on the wooden surface. You knew who sat in here, it was this goofy, arrogant boy. Heechul. The mere though of his name made you shiver and gave you a slight headache at the same time.

He was, by far, the most irritating student you had in your career. He would sit down in front of you, not to pay attention or listen to what you have to say, no. He did it to bother you. He was very popular among everyone, his loud laughter and his stupid remarks in the middle of class were also common from him.

Not only with you, but with a lot of professors on the faculty. You were the only one that hadn't threat directly that issue with him, you ignored him all the time, and for sure it was tired, however you knew he wanted and needed attention. So you decided not to give him the benefit, unlike other people.

Coming back to your present, you took the papers in your hand. It was an essay for another subject, and even if you didn't like him, you found yourself leaving the classroom and walked around in direction of the lockers just to give his homework back.

It was late and almost all students left the place to go back to their rooms, some of them still looked for stuff on their lockers or chatting while walking down the halls. At this moment you hated yourself, because you were sure you knew where his locker was located.

You made your way near the meeting room, you saw Heechul there sometimes before going inside the room with your coworkers and professors. His figure was on on the empty hallway, his face covered by the metallic door, his blonde dyed hair unmistakable.

"Heechul, you left this in my classroom."

After hearing his name, the student turned his head, just to hit himself with the door.

"What? I'm sorry- I'm looking for something," he stuttered, closing it. Suppressing a laugh, you looked away from him. He wasn't that brave now, wasn't he.

"This?" you handed him the essay. He was kind of shocked.

"Yes, thank you," he mumbled. He eyed the paper in his hands.

"You don't seem rude at this time of the day, do you?" you remarked. After all he just embarrassed himself in front of you, with no audience to watch or someone else to relay on his mean jokes.

"I get tired sometimes," he said in a low voice, placing his work inside the locker.

"How could you be tired? You don't do anything," you leaned yourself on the locker beside his.

Heechul closed his locker, and his gaze was on yours, but not for too much. Now your arms were crossed, giving him an unconscious view of your cleavage trough your blouse.

"Are you stressed?" you inquired, his eyes moved to his feet and his cheeks blushed a little.

Straightening yourself you cleared your throat, you felt his gaze before. You thought he wasn't going to talk anymore.

"It's almost my last year, and I now I've been everything but a perfect student, but I really want to graduate with a good score," Heechul confessed.

"You can still do it though, just change your attitude and you'll see how things come well."

He let out a slight chuckle. Damn, that fucking laugh of his.

"It's not easy, you know. When you have your friends here, I want to do something to not die of boredom like eighty percent of the time," he said with a grin.

Blinking a couple of times, you sighed. "Well, then I can't help with that. I think you're not understanding."

"I believe you and me don't work with the same philosophy," Heechul replied, now he had his arms crossed on his chest, looking like he had authority over you.

"I'm not obligated to discuss that since you're not going to accept my advise, and I think is stupid," you snapped.

"Well I think you're attractive," Heechul casually said, shrugging.

"What?"

"Now you're deaf?" he teased. His grin appeared once again.

You rolled your eyes. Just when you thought you could have a serious conversation with this fool, now you were done.

"You know what, stop that," upset, you turned around to leave, but he grabbed your hand to stop you.

"No, no, I'm sorry," quickly he stepped in front of you. Apologizing two times now was a record.

"You're fucking asshole, move."

"No, listen I'm sorry-"

"I don't fucking care you're my student, move or I'll move you," you fumed.

The blonde haired stood there, he gulped. He never saw you this upset and swearing at him, at no one. He was surprised. But it was more surprising when he just closed the gap between you two and pressed his lips against yours.

You let out a short gasp, his hand found the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, which you gladly accepted. You didn't know why you followed him, but he was a great kisser. His tongue explored your mouth, and the kiss was heating up quickly.

You broke up the kiss and guided him to the meeting room. It was open, you locked the door behind your back and rapidly Heechul found his way back to your lips, devouring them with fervor, pressing your body against the door. His large hands roamed over your figure, unbuttoning your blouse.

A moan came from your lips when his mouth went down on your neck and your collarbone, to stop at the top of your breasts. You left your blouse somewhere on the place, and he helped you to take off your bra as well.

"I've been stressed, you're right," he panted, going back to lick and suck on your neck slowly. "I hope you can help me out."

You chuckled. "I'm half naked, don't expect me to stop right here."

"Good."

His mouth then moved to play with your breasts, squeezing them with his hand, his tongue making you moan and shiver against his touch. Slowly he knelt down in front of you, creating a trace with his tongue and hands against your body until he reached the hem of your dressing pants, taking them off along with your panties and shoes.

You were exposed to him now, his big eyes looked at you, his breath against your crotch. He teased you, licking on your thighs until he reached your heated core. His mouth devoured you, you could feel his tongue brushing your clit from time to time and all you could do was moan and stand against the door.

Your legs spreaded more for him, and your hand reached his long, soft hair. Moans and curse words were filling the room, and every time he moaned along you could swear you got even wetter just by hearing those sweetie sounds coming from him. His fingers caressed your slit carefully, pulling his mouth away from you.

Heechul looked back to you, he loved the sight of his teacher with eyes shut, panting and moaning because of him. Your hand loosened from his hair and you whimpered when he slided two slim fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a quick pace. His gaze never left you, and a grin crossed his features every time you clenched your walls against his flesh.

"Fuck," you moaned with eyes closed. "I'm going to cum."

"Yes, come for me," he praised in a low voice. "You look so beautiful like this."

His voice was the last thing to bring you to the edge, releasing yourself around his fingers. He pulled them out and happily licked your juices, humming at the taste. Heechul stood up and took you over the only couch on the place, placing you on his lap. You felt his hard dick against your bare ass.

You helped him to get out of his clothes, his shirt was thrown on the floor and he took off his pants and underwear. When he was done, he took your hips and made you straddle him on the couch. You whimpered when his tip brushed over your core, your hands running on his shoulders and pale chest, until they reached his dick. You stroke him a couple of times before aligning yourself on him.

He groaned at the sensation of filling you up. Slowly you took him all inside until your ass hit his skin. Your eyes closed, you still felt a little sensitive after your first orgasm, but it felt so good. Heechul's hands on your hips guided you to move up and down on top of him. He breathed against your earlobe, moaning and groaning.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and you rode him faster. One of his hands moved to your bouncing breast, squeezing it and playing with your nipple, your breath and moans hitting his skin when you hid your head on the crook of his neck. You could feel your skin getting sticky and sweaty along with his.

Heechul suddenly thrusted his hips, getting a whimper from you. His movements now made himself deeper inside you, occasionally hitting your sweet spot when your hips met his everytime you went down on him. The grip on your skin was harder, and you clinged into him, your nails marking him for sure.

His fingers traveled down your core and rubbed your clit. You moaned against his skin and felt that known sensation building up on your stomach. He increased the rythm of his thrusts, you gasped out loud as he started to poud into you senseless. A long string of curses and moans left his lips.

Your walls clenched around him and you came for the second time, moaning his name and clinging into him. Heechul's thrusts became erratic and pulled out from you quickly, he gave quick strokes to his lenght and finally released himself on your stomach with a loud groan.

Both of you stayed silent on the room, panting and coming down from your highs. After some minutes you moved off from him and sat down by his side on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly, you felt a little guilty. He was your student and this wasn't right, but it felt so good. And being honest, you wouldn't want it to end.

The fabric running in your skin surprised you, Heechul was helping you to clean his mess and soon when he was done, the piece made it to the trash can. You stood up to look for your clothes.

"I'm not going to say anything," he said, getting dressed. You gazed at him putting your underwear on. "If that's what you think."

You stayed silent and he walked towards you with just his pants on. Heechul tried to study your features.

"Did you not like it?"

"Of course I did," you gave him a weak smile. He was standing so close to you, his big beautiful eyes looking at you and pecked your lips.

"Then it'll be our little, dirty secret."

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Julia Pearl Readerly Exploration Manyak & Bissex (Due 11/3)

Manyak: Phonemes in Use: Multiple Activities for a Critical Process  Bissex: Watching Young Writers 

Manyak BIG takeaway:  Having phonemic awareness is traditionally seen strictly as the understanding of sounds being attributed to letters on a page. With current research, the definition of phonemic awareness can be expanded to the way that these sounds blend, segment, and interact with one another to make up languge. This makes phonemic awareness more reliant on critical thinking as opposed to the traditional rote memorization of phonemes.

 Manyak Nugget: I appreciate the teacher friendliness of this article. The overview of research is accompanied by very specific and practical activities. I appreciate the way that these activity transition from kinesthetic exercises into written exercises. For example, in the scaffolded spelling activity, students practiced phonemic awareness by pulling their hands slowly away from their mouths as they sound out a word. Eventually, this transitions students into being able to write the letters that make those stretched out sounds. This increases engagement and helps move phonemic awareness into short and long term memory from working memory.

Bissex BIG takeaway:  When working with emergent writers, it is important that we keep in mind the natural progression towards accuracy in writing, just as we do in speaking language. Learning writing begins far before the formal schooling years, as it is something that children are immersed in every day, just as they are with oral language.

 Bissex Nugget: This article points out the opportunity that learning to write presents to teachers to really get to know their students. If children are allowed to choose their own topics instead of teacher assigned topics, writing can now also serve as a way to build rapport between students and teacher and to better inform teacher instruction design.

  Exploration: Explore relationships with other people through reading by using texts as a shared experience with another person/other people or to gain insight into the perspective of another person Choose an excerpt from your assigned course reading(s) and share with a family member to get his or her insight and perspective on it.

These articles about emergent writers made me think of my own writing development and that of the students in my field placement. For many of the students in my placement, entering kindergarten this year has been the first time they have had exposure to formal writing. Many of them had not held a pencil prior to entering school. My formal writing education started long before entering kindergarten, as my parents started instilling these skillset in me from a very young age. I spoke with my mom about the contents of this article, and she agreed with Bissex in that written language acquisition goes beyond simply what is learned in the classroom. She recalled that before I could even walk, I would have a pencil in my hand and try to write. She explained that as soon as she saw I had interest in writing she used that motivation to jump start my literacy skills. She would give me letters and words to trace before I entered preschool. Imagine the way that this gave me a large advantage in literacy development over other students in my class whose first time holding a pencil was in our kindergarten classroom. This would mean that when I entered kindergarten, I already had a basis of phonemic awareness and probably did not even need to start with the kinesthetic activities discussed in Manyak’s article, as the schema for writing development was already being established. I think that keeping in mind my mom’s thoughts and the viewpoints of the articles, it is so important for teachers to try to alleviate gaps between students through the use of things like kinesthetic activities, overall phonemic awareness, and using writing as a time for persona creativity.

Multimedia Documentation: Here is a picture my mom sent me after our conversation. This was taken a few months after my second birthday. Even at this very young age, my parents made it a point to correct me if I held the crayon/pencil incorrectly. I find it so interesting that I was using a pincer grasp even though I was so young. I know that can be entirely attributed to my parents and their dedication to starting my education long before I went to school.

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Sampling and the blurry lines of inspiration in hip-hop

 “Learned some new chords while you uncreatives were sampling”- Tyler, The Creator on P.

The more or less recent examples of legal troubles incurred by artists over sampling issues - from Jay-Z’s Big Pimpin’ (1999) to Kanye West’s Ultralight Beam (2016) to 50 Cents’ In Da Club (2003) - are enough to demonstrate how controversial but at the same time consubstantial with hip-hop music sampling is. Let’s dive into this custom almost as old as hip-hop.

Sampling is the reuse of a portion of a sound recording in another recording. Contrary to what some may claim, sampling issues and lawsuits are absolutely not peculiar to hip-hop. Back in 1999, English rock band The Verve used a sample from The Rolling Stones’ The Last Time (1965) on their song Bittersweet Symphony and were sued by the Stones for using more than the agreed upon section. However, it is true that sampling problems tend to be more acute in hip-hop because of the genre’s history. Here’s why.

           Although hip-hop has various influences ranging from reggae to electronic music, it is first and foremost, as Princeton University scholar Imani Perry documents it in Prophets of the Hood: Politics and Poetics in Hip Hop (2004), African American music. That is because hip-hop’s main language is African American Vernacular English (AAVE), its location in society is ascribed to black people, music and cultural forms. Most importantly, hip-hop music is derived from Black American musical traditions (jazz, blues, soul…), which by the way explains why James Brown is the most sampled artist in hip-hop history (and ever), followed by Michael Jackson, Marvin Gaye… Why this is decisive is because African American musical traditions before hip-hop blurred the lines between the original and the copy. In Black Musical Traditions and Copyright Law: Historical Tensions (2005), Candace G. Haines from the University of Michigan explains that because of both the “African oral tradition of orally composing and transmitting music” and the laws prohibiting slave literacy, Black music became essentially oral and was transmitted through live performance. And live performance and oral traditions meant no one really cared about authorship. This widened the gap between African American music and the American copyright regime, one based on written traditions and notions of ownership and one that had no place for live performance and oral culture. Other factors help explain why African American music so unfit for the American copyright regime and are detailed in Haines’ paper, such as its rhythmic and musical complexity, but that would be too long to get into. Bottom line is, Black American musical traditions got hip-hop off to a bad start.

The SP 1200, the star sampling machine in the 1980s

Sampling has been present early in hip-hop’s history. Rapper’s Delight (1979) by the Sugarhill Gang is known to be the first rap record ever and contains samples from Chic’s Good Times, Love De-Luxe’s Here comes that sound again and Spoonie Gee’s Spoonin’ Rap. Another early hip-hop hit, Afrika Bambaataa and the Soulsonic Force’s Planet Rock (1982), featured samples from German electro group Kraftwerk’s Trans Europe Express (1977) and Numbers (1981). But it was only in the 1980s that sampling really took off, especially on the East Coast. Producers started ‘digging’, which meant finding the perfect record to sample. Elite producers like Pete Rock or Large Professor used samplers to turn those records into hits by isolating sounds and expanding them in various ways (changing the pitch, the speed, add the drums…). The era of free, happy-go-lucky sampling quickly came to an end though.  With hip-hop’s growing success, copyright lawyers started to pay attention and sampling lawsuits multiplied. The Turtles v. De La Soullawsuit of 1989 set the tone. In 1990, NWA sampled without permission a two-second guitar chord from Funkadelic’s Get Off Your Ass and Jam(1975), lowered the pitch and looped it. This led to a turning point in sampling history, when in 2005, Bridgeport Music (the owner of the rights to Funkadelic’s music) brought the case to a federal judge, got defeated, and then won before the US Court of Appeals for the Sixth Circuit, who ruled that NWA’s sample was against copyright law. “Get a license, or do not sample” was written in the ruling and became the new mantra of copyright law. Bridgeport Music, Inc. v. Dimension Films swept de minimis doctrine, according to which short samples were compliant with copyright law.

Today, almost every major hip-hop artist goes or has gone through sampling issues, from The Black Eyed Peas to the late Mac Miller to Drake. Kanye West, who is known as the king of sampling, is currently going through multiple lawsuits. But because of both the deep-running tradition of sampling in hip-hop and the internal contradictions of American copyright law (Madonna recently successfully appealed a decision ruling against her use of a two-seconds horn sample in virtue of the de minimis doctrine), sampling seems here to stay.

Sources: Rap Genius, Prophets of the Hood: Politics and Poetics in Hip Hop(2004), Black Musical Traditions and Copyright Law: Historical Tensions(2005), Hip-hop Evolution(2016), whosampled.com