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gamermattsgf · 5 months

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Cherry popper // nerd Matt

Warnings: extreme smut / sub Matt x dom fem reader / glasses kink / praise kink / handjob / overstimulation / wave ride / virgin!matt / slight mention of breeding if you squint

Summary: the reader is in desperate need of help with calculus, something which Matt is willing to give her. However, Matt wants to be taught something in return, something that does not require a pen and paper… sex

Author’s notes: another sub Matt, but this time he’s a cutsey little nerd with glasses. Obvi this is 18+ but idrc, if u don’t have a problem with reading it by all means go on ahead and knock urself out. Also I got super carried away with this one it’s so long lmaoo sorry.

“Girl you make me numb, when we kiss until my tongue hurts” - Pink bubblegum, Lavi Kou

‘You want me to do what?’ You question in bewilderment, looking at the way Matt sits on the floor of your room cross-legged with his hands twisted in his lap shyly.

‘Please don’t make me say it again…’ he whines with a rosy blush on his cheeks, his glasses rested on his nose and framing his averted eyes as he manages to look anywhere but right at you. You sigh with your eyebrows furrowed, before leaning up onto your knees from your sitting position opposite him.

‘So let me get this straight, to pay for my tuition, instead of money you want me… to teach you, how to fuck someone properly?’.

Matt suddenly slaps his hands over his face, hiding how red he gets with embarrassment. ‘Stop. It sounds so stupid when you say it like that…’ he groans, his glasses smooshed right into his eyes. Your mouth can’t help but curl in amusement at this odd request, not that you mind though…

‘Well what better way is there to say it?’ You laugh through your teeth before deciding to carefully knee your way over to him. As you go, you mind not to step on all of the outspread papers with physics problems scrawled over them in Matt’s messy handwriting.

When he hears papers rustling from underneath you, he splits his middle and pointer finger apart so that he can secretly peek at your advancing figure from through his hands. Before he can say anything else, you reach him and carefully wrap your hands around his wrists so that you can pull the makeshift cover he made away from his face. ‘I don’t know…’ he sighs in frustration ‘I’m just umm… I’m just not very good at it…’.

It looks like it physically hurts him to admit this, as though he’s stepping on broken glass after every word. His wince after his frustrated confession is adorable.

‘I don’t mind y’know’ you shrug nonchalantly, not seeing the big problem with it and thinking that his nervous request is really quite cute instead. Matt perks up immediately, his eyes snapping straight to yours.

‘Really? You’d do that for me? I didn’t think you’d actually say yes… I thought it was so pathetic, I immediately regretted opening my mouth after I’d said it and I-’ he rambles to you in disbelief, using the sound of his own voice to calm his nerves after your unexpected agreement.

‘Matt, get on the bed’ you interrupt him with an amused quip, ceasing his endless stream of ranting conversation. He shuts up immediately, his eyes as wide as saucers at your commanding tone. Swallowing, his Adam’s apple feathers downwards before he’s standing up shakily.

‘Oh- yeah right, sorry…’ he nervously laughs. ‘Didn’t think we were gonna start right away…’ he speaks whilst moving his socked feet so that he can timidly sit down onto the edge of the bed, as if afraid that the mattress would swallow him whole if he moved up any further.

‘Sure, why not. You’re cute, plus, how else am I supposed to pay for my session today if we don’t start hm?‘

He watches you as you also gravitate to your feet, before loftily stepping over your books and folders so that you can make your way over to him. You observe the way his hands splay out to the sides of him as his knuckles twist your sheets within his palms. His veins are practically popping out from his skin with how hot his body is already. He’s scared. You can tell.

‘I- I suppose that’s true…’ he stutters timidly, trying to distract himself again with meaningless chatter, before you move right into his space.

You smirk. This is going to be fun. Your core flutters gently after voicing ‘spread your legs puppy’ because he does exactly what he’s told, albeit with slight apprehension. To ease his nerves, you decide to offer him a springboard to get him warmed up.

‘Why don’t we start with a little kissing, think you can do that for me? You suggest, placing your cupped hands onto the tough muscles between his collarbones and neck over his pressed shirt, stroking the skin with your thumbs comfortingly. Matt nods his head, as if in a daze. ‘Alright. So, the key to a good kiss is to start slow’ you begin, pushing his chin and up and ducking your head down.

You press your lips into his, getting a feel for their shape and wetness before Matt can’t help but let out a subdued whimper at the contact. You smile into it. Pulling back, Matt leans his head upwards as if needy to reconnect them, but you still have to give him his lesson. ‘Nothing open mouthed yet, you need to tease them first before you give them what they want, ‘kay?’ You lecture him, and he watches you attentively from his position on the bed beneath you. ‘Yeah okay… makes sense’ he shrugs cluelessly.

‘After that, only briefly use your tongue, maybe lick their bottom lip a little- like this’ you connect you lips once again before slicking out your tongue to pass it over the fullness of his lip.

Matt’s eyes are closed and his head is tilted to the side in enjoyment. You retract to feather your nose against his. ‘Okay now you try…’ you command him, with words of encouragement. Matt’s eyes peek open to flick down to your lips briefly, before closing them and getting lost in the moment whilst he leans down to capture your set in his.

Perhaps too lost.

You yelp quietly when Matt slots your bottom lip in between his teeth and bites harshly, tugging it down, only to let it recoil back up into place between his heavy kiss. He’s a little sloppy with it and you jump back, clearly caught off guard. His eyes snap open and look and your puzzled expression.

‘Sorry! M’so sorry, was that not good?’ He worriedly bumbles, thinking that he’s messed up grandly. But you only shake your head, pressing one of your hands up into your lips to graze over them. ‘No… that was actually really good, keep doing that…’ you utter in disbelief. Matt sighs gratefully, before you lurch forward to join your selves together a little harsher this time. Your teeth clash melodically, and saliva is exchanged at a quickened pace.

It only gets more frantic after you mumble ‘gimme your tongue baby’. Matt obeys obediently and dips his tongue to lick into your mouth. Is it messy? Yes. Does it make you wetter than anything though? Also yes. ‘Good boy’ you eek out in between pants and heavy tongue brushes.

As you kiss, you lift one of your knees up into your mattress, and prominently press it towards Matt’s crotch. He takes this as a sign for him to shuffle further up onto the bed, which he does so, still with your mouths connected and your lips feathering wetly.

After a while of just letting your mouths get familiar with one another, you pull away to face Matt.

‘Let’s do something easy for your first lesson shall we? Have you ever touched yourself before?’ You gently ask, kneeling in between a poor Matt’s spread legs. His chest is heaving shyly and his face is practically as red as a tomato. ‘Umm… well- yeah, a couple of times…’ he looks down to the floral bed covers of your bed whilst the frame of his glasses slides delicately down his nose. You reach out your fingertips to quickly brush his shaggy brown hair strands from out of his eyes before pouting.

‘Aw puppy… you don’t have to be shy, I’m not gonna judge’. After clearing his hair away, one of your fingertips drops to curl and stroke against his right cheek which burns hot with fiery humiliation. He gazes up at you with the eyes of a baby deer’s before gulping as his Adam’s apple bobs again.

‘Can you… can you show me how to do it properly?’ He breathlessly asks, shyly averting his gaze whilst you tilt your head with a cheeky smile pointed right at him. ‘Of course baby boy, that’s what mommy’s here for isn’t it?’.

Matt likes the mommy comment a lot more than he’s willing to admit. Scratch that, he loves it. He feels so safe, so babied within your hold, and he wants to stay here forever. Swallowing nervously, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.

Smacking your lips at the sight of Matt obviously fidgeting in anticipation, you decide to reach your own hands to grab his wrists. ‘C’mere, gimme those pretty hands’. He looks at you with heaving shoulders, now even the back of his neck as red as anything with embarrassment.

You could tell that he’s humiliated because of how much he’s enjoyed this. He also definitely doesn’t want it to stop. So you don’t let it.

Moving from in between his spread legs, you straddle his lap as you place your thighs onto either side of his hips, squeezing them softly, which makes him choke out a tiny gasp. Equally, you’re leant forward enough to fully be able to pin his wrists to the bed so that now he’s completely defenceless.

‘Oh, before we start, tits are really important too. If you want to get a girl wet, you need to play with them’ you coach him once again. Matt pays the upmost attention to what you have to say, his head nodding hurriedly once again.

Deciding to mess with the poor nerdy boy further, you mischievously smirk before mumbling ‘I suppose we could merge two lessons into one… I’m not wearing a bra, so does my baby boy want to see mommy’s tits…?’. Matt gulps and fumbles another ‘oh god’ in utter disbelief whilst you watch the way his pupils flick to your heavy chest and dilate. ‘I’ll take that as a yes then’ you conclude based off of the way he’s practically drooling for them. Poor boy has probably never seen a naked pair in real life before.

Using one of your hands, you reach it to the bottom of your shirt and pull it up over your tits, that quickly spill out and reveal themselves to be resting gently on your chest. ‘F-fuck’ you hear Matt say, and a part of you throbs after physically feeling his cock swell upwards from underneath you. ‘Yeah? You like them?’ You tease, squeezing them together with your arms and then letting them jiggle back into their resting positions. Matt’s cock rises more and presses up into your heat whilst he nods hypnotically, his mouth hung open with his fingers twitching uncontrollably.

‘Wanna taste them honey?’ You coo motherly, before leaning forward and thrusting them into his face, he looks at them in disbelief and blinks with a small ‘can I?’, before you encourage him with a ‘go on baby boy… they’re all yours, this is important’, which finally gets him to open his mouth and give one of them a timid little kitten lick first to test the waters, before he slots the hard bud into his mouth fully and prods his tongue over it.

‘Try sucking on them… that’ll drive a girl crazy…’ you mumble breathlessly, already feeling your slick wetness trickle from your hole as Matt quietly begins to suck harshly on your nipple.

This ripples pleasure all down your spine, and you can’t help but curse into the air, your hands still in a firm clamp over his wrists. However, as he constantly sucks, you begin to rock your lower half backwards and forwards, which only thickens him more. You can feel him throb achingly from below your clothed cunt.

He uncontrollably now moans loudly into your tit, still sucking on it defencelessly because of the way his wrists are continuously compromised by the control of your hands. Licking your tits is the only thing giving him friction whilst your lower halves sensually rub together.

‘I bet you’re so big Matt’ you suddenly decide to seductively mumble, wanting to see just how far you can get this perfectly sweet boy worked up. The same sweet boy who comes to class every morning with a smile on his face, ridiculously smart clothes on and an impossibly strict attitude to learning and note taking.

You wonder what that Matt would say about this one, that sits here in your bed, his notes for studying scattered all messily across the floor, forgotten about, as he instead enjoys your tits and freely moans into your skin at your dirty praise.

‘I bet that deep down you’re an absolutely filthy fucking slut. I just know you’re nice and thick. I can feel you so much already… and you’ve been keeping it all to yourself. How selfish of you’ you tut. Matt hisses quietly, his eyes screwed up in a puppyish way as you compliment him. His stretch is definitely going to burn so fucking good when you finally think he’s prepared enough to fuck you.

‘Can I be the first one to see, pretty please?’ You pout, and Matt has to pull away from your hard tit just to gaze up at you moonily with his mouth hung open, tit drunk already and his shoulders heaving. With his permission of a shaky nod and the lick of his lips, his watery blue eyes flick downwards and innocently look at the way you now shuffle back to your starting position between his spread legs. Both of you look down at the tent formation of his pants in between his thighs, before one of your hands just can’t help itself. It glides up to cup him slowly.

‘See that? That was dirty talk… also very important for someone’s pleasure, we can practice more of that next time though…’

‘Yes please!’ Matt breathes, seemingly eager and liking the idea of hearing more of what you have to say to him in that kind of tone.

The light touch of pressure sets Matt off immediately and he has to fully expand his chest before expelling out a choked up whine of pleasure. He uncontrollably throws his head back and bucks his hips greedily up into the rub of your flattened palm.

‘Ugh… ugh… f-fuck’ he jerkily moans a continuous whimper, before unexpectedly cursing with a shaky pant at the pressure of your hand. ‘Jesus Matt you’ve got a dirty little mouth don’t you?’ You respond. It’s cute how he doesn’t know how to react, and so all of his pressure transforms into helpless sounds. You smirk even wider, loving what it does to your confidence.

‘A very important step is to always ask permission, just so the girl doesn’t feel pressured okay?’. Feeding your hands into the waistband of both his pants and underwear, you coax him to lift his hips upwards and he’s such a good boy because he does exactly what he’s told with no follow-up questions asked.

‘O-okay… please… please can you touch me now- I’m really sore’ Matt acknowledges before panting impatiently and helping you shimmy his pants off.

After you struggle to pull them down you see why when his cock bobs hungrily into the air, his tip already wet and sticky and pink like his lips that are currently bitten between his teeth self consciously. He look in between his cock and you as you observe him, his hips squirming shyly underneath the scrutiny of your stare. You practically drool as you gawk at him, wanting your mouth on his cock but also wanting to sit on it at the same time.

His thickness is perfect and the inconspicuous vein running up the side of him makes you clench. His happy trail also oddly attractive, but he simply sits there sheepishly and watches you take him in.

‘You’re… you’re not disappointed… are you…?’ He pitifully mumbles, looking down at one of his hands that distractedly picks against the lint on your bed covers. You find it within yourself to gasp at his utterly ludicrous statement.

Careening your face into his, you get up onto all fours, and he nervously jumps back a little, before almost choking on his breath after you spit into your hand and waste no time in wrapping it around him.

‘Matt you’ve got such a pretty cock…’, you praise and Matt then opens his eyes to gaze up at you with his glassy pupils, his mouth also open and expelling the cutest little pants every time your hand strokes downwards. Your spit is sticky, and Matt arches his back at the slimy consistency of your hand jerking him slowly.

‘Oh…’ he stutters with breathless embarrassment, his face going even more red at yet again another compliment before his back arches and his toes curl at the feeling of you thumb coming up to touch his sensitive tip.

‘How long does it normally take you to cum puppy?’ You muse in fascination, watching the way Matt squirms from underneath you. ‘Uh- I- umm… maybe -fuck- a couple of minutes?’ He mumbles, his voice sounding a little delirious as he struggles to concentrate on the sound of your voice. He’s too focused on the slow circular rub of your thumb against his tip. You raise your eyebrows. ‘Jesus Christ we’re gonna have to build that up’ you state, knowing that he’s definitely not going to last long.

And you’re right, it doesn’t take him long at all. Because only a couple of minutes after working on him, he gives you no other warning besides a loud moan and a hitched ‘I- I think I’m gonna-’ before a thick layer of cum spurts from out of his tip and splatters onto his stomach accidentally. This catches you off guard.

‘Shit’ You state in awe as you continue to pump him, curiously watching the way he whines as if he’s about to cry with his eyes scrunched shut over his squinted glasses.

Matt gets breathless very quickly, his chest heaving as his fists claw at your bedcovers and his legs spread unconsciously.

‘Ow- ow, ouch- fuck!’ He suddenly starts to cry instead of his euphoric whimpers. You quickly realise he’s falling overstimulated due to his orgasm and you let go of him. But when you do, you realise something…

‘Fuck baby you’re still kinda hard’.

Matt’s flushed face tilts downwards to look at his lower half, his stomach an absolute mess coated in him cum, but his cock still painfully throbbing.

Wasting no time at all, your hand leans forward again. Quickly you’re whipping your fingers over Matt’s stomach to scoop up some of his lukewarm cum. You wrap his cock back up into your fist and Matt tenses, hissing in aggravated pain.

‘What are you doing?!’ He pants out, before scrunching his face up uncomfortably.

‘Teaching you how to wave ride off of your first orgasm puppy, it looks like you need one’ you say, effortlessly slipping back into your teaching mode before you decide to use your other hand to grab his glasses from off of his face.

Matt watches with carnal desire at the sight of you slipping them onto your own face, the frame just low enough on your nose so that you can see over his prescription lenses. Something about you wearing his glasses just makes him feel feral with lust for you. It’s not like he hasn’t fantasised about something like this before, he’s just always felt really shy around girls and has never been able to execute it until now. He hasn’t exactly been oozing sex appeal as of late…

‘There, that’s better isn’t it?’ You sigh and admire the way he wriggles around beneath you, clearly in overstimulation.

Matt moans as if he’s in heat whilst deciding to bend his arm and hide his face into the crook of his elbow, his other shaky hand twisting the bedsheets and turning white at the pressure he keeps on them as you continue to touch him into oblivion. He utters high pitched pants and whimpers at regular intervals, especially after everytime your hand squeezes tightly around him, his throbbing cock slickly gliding over your hand with every bounce.

‘Ugh fuck you’re gonna make me feel so full later Matt’ you utter, his cock feeling so lengthy and thick around your small hand.

He only shakes his head in return, his cock throbbing in approval at the phrase as he releases hot breaths into the already thick atmosphere. Below you, simple instincts of his take over and he’s beautifully responsive to your touch by greedily thrusting upwards into your hand.

Pouting and humming sadly, one of your hands comes up to pet his right cheek below the cover of his arm. ‘Why are you hiding from me baby boy?’, to which Matt’s incoherent mumbles are just as naive and innocent as the rest of his actions thus far. As if his cheeks aren’t red with humility at himself enough, they invade more of his face now and even turn the tops of his ears a dusty cherry shade.

‘Cause- it’s so- so embarrassing…’ he stutters a tiny choked-up whine at not wanting you to look at him whilst he becomes extremely overstimulated.

He feels humiliated because the sounds and faces he makes after his first orgasm are even worse than the ones he made the first time, his cock already swollen and sensitive. Perhaps he also feels disgusted by himself and would prefer not to register the way his body is reacting? But to be completely honest, if you didn’t know any better Matt sounded like he wanted to be fucking breeded on the spot because he was moaning for you to take him that loudly.

‘Aw puppy… nothing to be embarrassed about… I’d be acting just the same if it were you who were touching me, I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum’

Timidly and with slight apprehension, he carefully lifts his arm from off of his face and reconnects eyes with yours. ‘Can you…’ he peeps, but quietens again, nervous to say it in front of you. But you nod your head encouragingly. ‘Go on baby’. He continues…

‘Can you call me a good boy again?… I- I really like it…’ he mumbles guiltily, his eyes refusing to meet your intense gaze as they wander about the floor instead. You throb at his submissive response.

‘That gonna help you cum baby?’ You question teasingly, and Matt nods quickly, a shaky hum in approval choking its way up his throat.

‘Fuck you’ve been so great for your first lesson… such a good boy, taking my hand so well, and so brave for taking two orgasms at once aren’t you?’ You praise him, and Matt arches his back once more, his blue eyes tearing up at just how sensitive he is now. He twitches furiously in your hand as his head throws itself back.

‘Need to cum now puppy?’ You pout playfully and quicken your hand. His breaths pant at the new pace. ‘Y-yes’ he wheezes, so you easily let him.

‘Go on sweet boy, you’re allowed’.

At this, he cries out, another even stronger level two orgasm hitting him and rattling through his gut. He’s loud, but you love it, and stroke his cock until all of his cum is spent.

Coming down from his high, he looks exhausted after the earth shattering orgasm you have just given him. All you do is smile and giggle as his rising and falling stomach calms itself little by little. Getting up from the bed, you hover over him before leaning in to kiss his cheek softly. He looks at you with his mouth hung open and his blue eyes babied.

‘Now it’s time to teach you about aftercare’ you muse sweetly, before shuffling off to find a cloth to clean Matt up, who is left on your bed with a dreamy smile on his lips…

Author’s notes p.2: thank you to my bbg @strniohoeee for helping my indecisive ass pick this idea to write next out of all of my drafts. Love love love. If you see any typos… no u don’t. The question is… do I do a Chris one now? Or another Matt one. Pls request ;)

#matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sub matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #mommy k!nk #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader

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shepherds-of-haven · 7 months

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This is gonna sound like a rant but a promise it's a rave....I hate Lavinet but I love her character lol.

(spoilers incoming)

She's written so well but I can't be infuriated with her. I didn't leave her cousin to die, my MC a split second decision to save a child over duty. Was it wrong? Maybe. But I couldn't let the only person kind to me die vrs the random hag yelling at me.

Could I use a word of power? Fair, but my first time playing I want sure this particular "power" was not somehow going to vanish this city as well or be some sort of mininuke.

I was expecting it, but still very surprised because of how vicious she was.

Loved it though!

Haha, thank you! I know that moment can be controversial/unpleasant for some, but I think it's not only important emotional "fallout" as a result of MC's decisions (no matter how understandable from our standpoint and side of things), but it also shows a crucial aspect of Lavinet's personality: she may be "our" Lavi to some, but the thing that makes her so formidable to both her enemies and peers is that she is a courtier through and through, able to hide her true feelings beneath a pleasant and charming mask, and able to employ a ruthless and absolute vicious sense of judgement and enmity as well. She wouldn't be as formidable as the story makes her out to be without that very real element of her personality. I don't think saving Caine over Prihine is "morally" wrong by any means (it's probably what I would have done as a player myself), but I think from Lavinet's perspective, it would impossible for me to forgive or be understanding/charitable towards someone who allowed my cousin to die under their watch when they were specifically hired to protect them, and then only a few months later is enjoying all of this fame and success and glory as "the Hero of Haven." Especially without having been there myself! And, as in life, some conflicts just can't be reconciled and are unfortunate realities to contend with!

Anyway, thank you for your commentary and insight, it was exactly the reaction I was hoping for! 😄

#Shepherds of Haven #Lavinet #Lavinet Naveen #Prihine #Prihine Naveen #spoilers #alpha build #alpha preview

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justaturtleindisguise · 1 year

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Do you mind talking more about Raph and/or Lavinia? i really like what I've seen of them so far in your au

I can talk about them, yes!! :D I don't know exactly what u want to know especifically, but I can rant about their hobbies for a bit :] Lavinia loves to play the violin, she learned on her own - hurting everyone's ears in the process - and she likes to play silly songs to her siblings. Another hobby is to take pictures with a old polaroid Donnie fixed and has tons on pics in her room, and her camera roll is filled with random shots of her family and friends, she likes to show 'em off like-

Lavi: Here's Raph with a pigeon, Raph with two pigeons, pops napping on the couch, Dondon doing cartwhells, Raph with three pigeons-

Thanks to that, she constantly has to ask Donnie to help her open more space in her phone without erasing anything - like some old lady would do. She also has video recordings of Mikey making cooking "tutorials", her and Donnie making silly dances and Raph's process of getting used to his new metal shell.

She also loves to watch old sci-fi movies and anime, her favorite type is the magical girls !!

Raphael's favorite thing is to spar with Donnie and Mikey, since they're all crackheads and always go 100% with eachother, he always ends up very sore but extremelly happy to roughhouse with his siblings. He also loves to sew and knit, him and Splinter do it together since he was small and it's a very relaxing activity to them - and a way to vent his anger and frustration into art.

When Raph goes to knit something, there's a 99% chance of Mikey to appear out of nowhere to make him silent company, sometimes painting his own things or on Raph's shell.

Raph and Donnie also hang out, mostly on the lab hearing extremelly loud music and singing like two maniacs while Don works on his things. They sometimes even play instruments together, sharing the eletrical guitar and the drums.

#tmnt au #tmnt universe #tmnt fan iteration #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #transfem leo #transmasc raph #siblings #sibling dynamics #tcest dni #proshitters dni #fuck proshitters #anti proshitter

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alienaiver · 2 years

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Hello uh….you know exactly what I’m gonna say djdkshdkdhlsnsl aNYWAY do u have. Any kanda relationship hcs 👀👀

hi hey friend !!! ✨ you BETCHA i do! he was my very first love - i have a 162 page long fanfic with him thats oc (me, basically lol) x kanda from when i was 14 and its so very cringe but so very beautiful<3 I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ABT HIM - i hope you enjoy them and that I do him justice!!! 🥺🧡🧡🧡✨ i feel like i went on a tangent with the confession thing hehe hes just SO PRECIOUS

wordcount: 1.2k (sobs,,, whoops? 🤡)

warnings: none! its fluff and dumbassery <3, genderneutral reader and set in a sort of modern au!

I feel like he's actually the most mature partner out of the main four!

BUT ONLY after you've unlocked level 43 on his romance route<3

He's reserved, in complete denial for a long while after realizing his own feelings and if you dont confess first he wont EVER, he decided.

However much this man has a resolve of steel though, his thoughts about kissing you DO get out of hand for him. He makes the mistake of ranting to Lavi about it, who won't stop teasing him about it.

Lavi accidentally spills the beans to Allen who goes into complete and utter shock - which pisses Kanda off even more because really, does he honestly seem like the type to be SO incapable of a healthy loving relationship at first glance?! (don't answer that!)

So he practices. A Sunday morning he's standing in the bathroom, looking himself in the mirror and trying to confess. He doesn't even get through one sentence though because talking to himself is absolutely ridiculous. 0/10 won't ever happen again!

Surprise! It does happen again, and again and again.... Almost every day at this point, after brushing his teeth.. He practices how to confess to you!

After he's deemed himself prepared he asks to hang out with you - which isn't an unusual occurence, you've been meditating with him for months now after you showed interest in wanting to learn and started hanging out just the two of you afterwards (you just wanted an excuse to be with him, mostly)

Also he is not even the slightest bit insecure on whether or not you'll reject him. Not because he's that confident but honestly? You’re close with him and he feels like he can read you like an open book. He’s not blind to the way your eyes linger on his lips (at least not blind anymore....)

"Are you having a stroke?" Alma asked when he walked past Kanda on the couch one day as he was holding back a blush and a smile from reading one of your stupid texts again, "shut up, Alma".

So when the day comes he’s taking you to the meditation room, setting up with you and sitting down next to you. He keeps stealing glances and holding back a smile, knowing what’s about to happen (he gets to try and finally kiss your lips)

He honestly thought of something bigger but he wanted it to be about the two of you. So when you’re both seated and positioned correctly he breathes out an “I’m in love with you, you know.”

He keeps his eyes closed but he hears the way your breath hitches, hears the way you move around your mat and nears him and he’s actively fighting back a blush when he can almost feel your breath on his cheek. He opens his eyes to see you staring right into his, “what the fuck kind of confession is that!?” you ask, almost enraged by the casualty of it - if his words hadn’t been so... heavy, you would’ve thought he was joking. You still fear he is, “don’t mess with me!”

His face scrunches up at your reaction and he’s confused for a solid moment, unsure why you’re mad at him. “You don’t like me back?” he asks, almost confused and brows furrowed. You flop back on the mat with a sigh and even wider eyes, “you’re serious?” you ask again and he leans closer to you, his heartbeat quickening. He lets the blush he was fighting to hold back earlier loose as he gets on his knees to crawl to you, “I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

His hand travels to your cheek and he gently touches it with his thumb, “can I kiss you?”

You stare at him, dumbfounded and gather your strength to nod and lean toward him.

He’s a very gentle kisser! He’s aware of how rough he can be around the edges and wants to be the opposite with you

He doesn’t act like you’re made of glass, though! He will still kick your ass if you train with him! He sees you as a perfect equal and while he won’t admit to it, he likes seeing you riled up - especially if it’s because of him and silly things. If you’re ever sad or frustrated he will support you, though!

His toxic trait is jealousy... I’m sorry but this man is JEALOUS. He’s not possessive per say, but he will glare daggers at the person behind the counter at the supermarket who even remotely sounds like they’re flirting with you. His glare is scary for others to experience. You always smile apologetically to the poor cashier before you leave.

Kanda CARES so much about anniversaries! They’re very important to him - he remembers the days for your first kiss, your first (real) date, first time he slept over as your boyfriend and the day you moved in together. He even wants to celebrate the day he realized he was in love with you!! He’s so precious, he writes them down in both his own calender, yours and the joint one in the kitchen.

Kanda’s love language number 1 is physical touch. His favorite dates are when you’re sprawled out on the couch or the bed, completely entangled in each other, he’s like a cat. It took him a while to admit and even longer to start asking for it but he absolutely adores when you’re fingers rests on his hip, moving in mindless circles as you’re watching yet another film he hates

(”we can turn it off if you hate it so much,” you mutter after the second negative comment about the composition and camera positions (when did he become an expert in move making?) You feel his grip tighten on you, “never.” he mutters as he kisses the top of your head) You guess you’ll never figure out why he enjoys “torturing his eyes with such imagery” every weekend but you don’t complain. His gruff voice close to your ear and the expert cuddles makes up for it.

Kanda also has a soft spot for matching couple outfits.... Nothing wild, just matching sweaters or color coordination! He’s super embarassed about it at first though, grumbles through the entire Christmas dinner where you’re matching but can’t hold back the need to match again at New Year’s! It starts a whole thing for him.

Kanda snores. Loudly. I’m sorry but you can’t convince me otherwise. In the beginning it’s a whole “deal with it!” kind of situation but behind the scenes he’s researching how to help it - he buys one of those nose clips and even tries the anti-snoring nose sprays!

His first priority will forever always be your safety and happiness. So whenever you have arguments that take a stronger turn than friendly bickering, he sits you both down to talk it out and figure out what to do with any problems you might encounter! He doesn’t sacrifice his own principles for you and he expects you to hold to your own as well! That will cause clashes and fights once in a while, but he’ll always be there to hold you when it’s all said and done.

After all, there’s nothing he enjoys more than waking up for his morning workout 15-20 minutes before he has to only to look at you, peacefully asleep next to him, grumbling about the morning sun as you try to crawl into his skin to be closer. It’s home, it’s the love he lives for and there’s nothing better after any rough day than coming back and going to bed with you so he can experience these magical minutes the next morning, right?

I RLY HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE... I MAY HAVE MADE HIM SOFTER THAN HE WOULDVE LIKED IF HE EVER READ THIS LMFAAAO but honestly..... emotionally mature kanda lives rent free in my mind!!! 👀 aaaa i wanna kiss him so bad rn 🫣 THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING HIM!!! its about time i made smth for him!!!! 😩🧡🧡 lmk if you want more !!! or a tiny fic mayhaps................ 👀

@hanayanetwork 🌸

#dgm x reader #d. gray man x reader #kanda yuu x reader #hanayanetwork #nohr.request #nohr.dgm #nohr.writing #THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN IM!!!! im always nervous posting hc's like this but i rly do love making them #hes so gruff but so so sweet. lemme kiss him and you for requesting

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My brain hurts so I’ve come here to rant

Basically, how can Noa be the best in the world, like he’s a good player cool alright but he has 0 charisma and he never smiles and shit

Irl the players are always goofing around smiling waving at the crows and their spouses and even take their kids down to the field

Meanwhile you have Noa embodying the 🧍‍♂️even if people think he plays good how can they prefer him over someone like Lavi and Chris who I’m sure light up the crows and sell a bunch more things than Noa

Do you get what I’m saying? I’m from Europe, football is in our veins and half of the things I see about football Noa would not do them, commercials like how can he even sell those he would just be like “use this I guess” with a monotone voice

I’m literally going insane even if he is the best player it can’t be compared to lavi and Chris who are extremely charismatic and the people love them they should be the best players and Noa below them I said what I said-

Lmaooo yeah I think people just love him for performance. They like that he goes out there and just dominates. He must have like an insane success rate, like how Sae is so popular while having the personality of an ice cube outside the field.

#blue lock #bllk #asks #noa noel blue lock #character examination #character analysis

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Ranting and Raving: "Up the Junction" by Squeeze

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Squeeze are one of the great unsung bands of the second British Invasion. A band that has never gotten their well-earned praise.

Squeeze were never going to be huge megastars. Their discography is too varied, their humor too odd and too British, and their songwriting was of a kind that didn't really appeal to American sensibilities. Though the band managed to have a few hits here in the states ("Black Coffee in Bed," "Hourglass," and, most importantly, "Tempted") they never got much further than that. Part of me thinks they didn't really care about conquering America since they never bothered to try and appeal to us. Certainly songs like this were never going to do it. There's British slang all over this song that makes no sense unless you head on over to Genius and look at some annotations.

But it's songs like this one that I think made Squeeze a special band. A different band. These were guys that wrote songs with a subtle and understated magic to them.

Squeeze's songs were created through the songwriting partnership of dual guitarists/vocalists Chris Difford and Glenn Tilbrook. Unlike Lennon/McCartney, it's very easy to figure out which one did what. Difford handled the lyrics, Tilbrook then took those lyrics and set them to music. "Up the Junction" is one of the best things they wrote together and it deserves some praise.

So, why don't we start with defining what the phrase "up the junction" means. It's simple. It means: Up shit creek without a paddle. Boned. In a mess of trouble. You're screwed, basically. The phrase doesn't appear until the end and it isn't until the end where it's revealed why the song is called that.

I said Squeeze's songwriting was of a kind that didn't really appeal to American sensibilities and that's clear right from the first listen. Americans love a chorus they can sing along to. Tom Petty's famous songwriting philosophy was, "Don't bore us, get to the chorus." Squeeze breaks that rule by virtue of not having one. The song has six verses and a bridge that all have the same melody and progression through the song's 3:05 runtime. Tilbrook settles on one core groove and while drummer Gilson Lavis and keyboardist Jools Holland add little flourishes and extra spices here and there, the song rarely changes. This would normally be detrimental and lead to the song being boring, but the lack of chorus makes it stronger. Difford explained that he and Tilbrook agreed that having repeated lyrics would break the flow of the song, to which he is absolutely right. This song never feels like it's overstaying its welcome. The story remains engaging the entire time and nothing derails it. Difford and Tilbrook cited Bob Dylan's "Positively 4th Street" as an influence on "Up the Junction," which fits because that's another song that tells a full story without a chorus. Roxy Music's "Virginia Plain" is structured the exact same way.

Lyrically, this is one of Difford's best and it's a masterclass on how to tell a well written, well focused, and well paced slice-of-life story in just three minutes. The verses tell the story of a guy who met a girl from Clapham (a district in London), fell in love with her, had a daughter with her, and proceeded to then lose his girl and daughter when he became an alcoholic and they left him.

Each verse contains eight lines a piece, with each one focusing on a different part of this couple's relationship. Verse 1 they meet. Verse 2 they move in together. Verse 3 the guy gets a job and his girl gets pregnant. The bridge has the guy work through the winter and the girl moving forward with her pregnancy. Verse 4 has their daughter be born. Verse 5 describes the guy's alcoholism and his family leaving him. The final verse details his current state of being alone without his girl and their child. Each of these verses are perfect. There is no extra fat or any needless detail. Difford could've published these words strictly as a poem and it wouldn't be diminished. This song is also a great example of how clever he could be with his words. Like here:

"She gave birth to a daughter Within a year a walker She looked just like her mother If there could be another"

It's stuff like this that's simple, but very very sweet. It helps paint a picture and while some of Difford's lines suffer from being written by a young songwriter early in his career ("We stayed in by the telly / Although the room was smelly" is a bit of a silly rhyme) it never detracts too much overall.

The only time the song goes through any significant change musically is during the final verse, where Tilbrook and Difford stop playing their guitars and let Holland fill the empty space with his keyboard taking over command. It creates a more somber mood compared to the rest of the song and allows the music to better reflect the final lyrics, which is about being left alone and having regret for how things fell apart and how he probably won't be able to fix it.

"Alone here in the kitchen I feel there's something missing I'd beg for some forgiveness But begging's not my business And she won't write a letter Although I always tell her And so it's my assumption I'm really up the junction"

Suddenly, the title's meaning becomes very clear and it's heartbreaking.

What Squeeze pulls off here is a fantastic tale of love and loss in a short amount of time. It's pop music at its absolute finest. It's a song that deserves more love. Hell, the band who made it also deserves more love. It saw success in its day, becoming one of Squeeze's highest charting U.K. hits, peaking at #2 in 1979. Now, all these years later, it remains one of the band's best songs. What you get with "Up the Junction" and others are works from two songwriters who sought to push the boundaries of the average song structure and were always trying to play with different sounds and ideas to see what might land and what might not. Squeeze were a band of underdogs and this song wonderfully shows what these guys had to offer.

Squeeze was always cool for cats and they'll remain cool for you, too.

#ranting and raving #squeeze band #uk squeeze #original post

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Oh, lol, I was just about to send you an STS question because I've had your other post about forgetting it's STS in my drafts for a week. :') ANYWAY, HI AND HAPPY STS. I come bearing two questions! 1. What are a few songs on Blue Blood's soundtrack/playlist, if you have one? 2. Okay, but can we see the OC Sims you were talking about recently? 8) 8) 8)

Happy STS! lol don't worry about it, my drafts are always so chaotic. I dread to think what's unfinished in there!

OH yes i love talking about music so thank you for giving me the excuse. I have a few playlists for Blue Blood, so I've picked from across the board lol:

Ever Dream - Nightwish

Not Strong Enough - Apocalyptica

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

Memento Mori - Kamelot

Better Together - Rick Astley

(side note: if you've only heard the rickroll song i highly recommend listening to that song linked lol just because I LOVE Rick Astley)

I have SO many Sims that I've done so I'm definitely not going to post them all lol BUT since you asked I am not passing up on the opportunity to show a couple of my favourites lol

Ok so this is Einjal Daju (corrupted) and Lavis Kontemno (Rujav's father / Mahrias's grandfather). These are probably the OCs I like talking about the most from Blue Blood since they're the ones who basically kick start the whole thing

This is Rujav! Mahrias's father who I'm often ranting about lol.

and this is Visesha Solark, she's the current "queen" of Li'Hei and one of my favs <3 also that scar was a PAIN in the ass to get right

thank you again for the asks!! :D

#oh man posting these has made me wanna talk about some random lore about them now lol #thank you for the ask!#wip: blue blood #kraken's ocs

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Fandom: D.Gray-man Rating: E Pairing: Laven (Lavi x Allen) Words: 2.8K Tags: Alternative Universe - Modern; Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; Omega!Allen; Omega!Lavi; OmegaxOmega; Unrequited Love; Friends with Benefits Description: Heats were rough without a partner, and what better way to alleviate the symptoms than with a friend? It was just sex. He was never supposed to fall in love.

Written for Day 5 of Laven Week. Prompt used: Free Day!

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Lavi despised his heats—he hated them and everything about being an omega since they had been teens. Allen knew he had his reasons, but it made him sad to see Lavi at war with his body. His best friend constantly wore scent patches to smell more like a beta and avoided alphas like the plague. He was a prime candidate for suppressants—someone who never wanted to go into heat and would rather walk through the world passing as a beta.

But Lavi’s body was not so kind to him. Unlike Allen, who could take suppressants as he pleased, Lavi was allergic. Even a small dose could prove fatal, so he’d been warned by his doctors to abstain and deal with his heats naturally. Lavi hated it, and complained to Allen on a regular basis how unfair it was. Allen nodded along with his friend’s rants every time, agreeing with him that it wasn’t fair and that he deserved better—all the while feeling guilty.

Not because he could take suppressants and Lavi couldn’t, but because he enjoyed Lavi being off suppressants.

He was selfish and a terrible friend. He knew that. But he couldn’t help how he felt, or how much he loved their arrangement.

Read on AO3.

#dgm #dgrayman #allen walker #lavi #lavi bookman #laven #lavenweek2022 #kitty bandit writes fanfiction

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hey, idk if you know this but inbar lavi is a zionist and supports the idf

yea . . . i just googled it and she definitely does. and here’s my little rant ( you may skip lol ) . . . i'm all for pride in your heritage and support of your people (take this with a grain of salt, some ppl shouldn’t be proud lol) until it gets to unjustly physically and emotionally harming others. in this case, it's basically genocide on holy land. at the lowest level, it's the traumatization of hundreds of thousands of people. palestinians deserve to be on THEIR homeland. they deserve to survive and thrive there. and the un / (majority) western powers / their sphere of influence can't just erase 'em and shouldn't have created isreal to begin with. this is not to say that jewish people don’t deserve a safe country for themselves bc everyone does, but you can’t just create a country on top of a place where people have been living for centuries. esp somewhere containing the sacred land of the three major monotheistic religions. and then side against it’s original inhabitants. like gtfo...

anyway . . . all this to say thanks babe for giving me the heads up. i will either be changing nazanin's fc or removing her completely.

#i bet there's triggers for this buuut idk them so #politics tw #international politics tw #rant tw #&. —— ∘ † ❛ 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 ! francesca.#this is where i tell yall i took a lot of polysci courses bc i had a scholarship in it #ive studies a lot of conflicts #i don't play games with politics bc it truly fucks with people's lives #and if you disagree with me .... that's ok buutt #we are pro palestine in this bitch #you may unfollow or block bc it's free<33 #polysci = political science

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A Man Lies Dreaming by Lavie Tidhar review – a noir novel about the Holocaust

Adam RobertsA Holocaust novel like no other, Lavie Tidhar's A Man Lies Dreaming comes crashing through the door of literature like Sam Spade with a .38 in his hand. This is a shocking book as well as a rather brilliant one, and it treats the topic of genocide with a kind of energetic unseriousness.That hasn't, of course, been the general approach. Personal testimonies by the likes of Primo Levi and Elie Wiesel harrow their readers, and are supposed to. Howard Jacobson may be famous as a comic writer, but when he writes about an imaginary Holocaust in his latest novel, J, the comic sparkle goes out the window and he assumes the dour demeanour of a man writing about Serious Stuff.

Latterly, though, there's been evidence of a shift in tone. Timur Vermes's Look Who's Back, translated into English earlier this year, uses Hitler to score darkly satirical points at the expense of the YouTube generation. Martin Amis's The Zone of Interest finds a grim kind of comedy in the death camps. We can trace this approach back to Roberto Benigni's 1997 Oscar-winning movie, Life Is Beautiful, a film that dared to tell a lighthearted Holocaust story. For many, of course, laughter is simply out of place in Holocaust fiction. But humour is at least ironic, and irony has a better purchase on an enormity so extreme that it defies reason and humanity. Theodor W Adorno famously claimed that writing poetry after Auschwitz was barbaric, and when dealing with the moral abyss of such a subject, "seriousness" can look like po-faced impertinence.

Tidhar's novel treats its grim theme not as a comedy, although there is plenty of caustic humour, but instead as a pulp-noir tale of seamy city streets, gumshoes and lowlifes. It is an alternate history in which Hitler's rise to power is thwarted in the early 1930s. Germany is now a communist state and former Nazis have fled abroad, many of them to London. "Wolf" (the meaning of the name "Adolf") is now working as a private detective. Hired by a beautiful Jewish woman to track down her sister, he goes to work: spouting savage antisemitic and otherwise hateful opinions at anyone who'll listen; getting beaten up by the police; visiting brothels and S&M clubs; and lifting the lid on white slavery and plots by the CIA to overthrow the Red German government. He rubs shoulders with Oswald Mosley, the Mitford sisters and even a young Ian Fleming. All the while, a sinister new Jack the Ripper is murdering East End prostitutes and carving swastikas into their dead bodies.

Tidhar gets the outre tone just right: outrageous sex and violence related in a briskly workmanlike style. And Tidhar's Hitler is a striking reimagination of that endlessly reimagined individual: twisted with hatred, doing good almost by accident. Discovering a group of Jewish women being trafficked for sex, for instance, he beats up their pimp and frees them, even as he rants about how despicable they are. Just when you think Tidhar has gone too far – Hitler with a rubber-ball in his mouth being whipped by a dominatrix dressed in leather SS gear – he goes further. At one point, Wolf is forcibly circumcised by a knife-wielding Jewish gangster. Though introduced into the story as a piece of casual torture and humiliation, by the book's end this mutilation has taken on a more profound resonance.

This, though, is only half the novel. The other half is the titular dreaming man: one Shomer Aleichem, based on the Yiddish author Sholem Aleichem. Before the war, Shomer had been the writer of lurid pulp adventures. Now in Auschwitz, he is, it seems, dreaming his revisionist fantasy of Hitler the detective to escape the horrors of his waking life – scenes that are written with expert, chilling precision by Tidhar. These sections interleave the pulp mystery, and save the novel from becoming simply ludicrous by anchoring it in the reality of suffering. It is a risk, yoking together two such tonally disparate elements, but it comes off. The book manages to provide both the guilty pleasures of a fast-paced violent pulp and the more thoughtful moral depth of a genuine engagement with what the camps meant.

Tidhar, who cut his teeth in the world of genre SF, understands how eloquent pulp can be. His Osama was also an alternate history: a world where 9/11 didn't happen, in which a private detective called Joe is hired by a mysterious woman to locate the reclusive author of pulp-fiction novels featuring one "Osama bin Laden, Vigilante". It won the World Fantasy award. I wouldn't be surprised to see A Man Lies Dreaming repeat that achievement.

Or perhaps turning so hallowed a site of human suffering into pulp fiction will scare admirers off. It is an approach more common in movies: treating weighty subjects such as nazism and slavery through the medium of schlock is, after all, exactly what Quentin Tarantino does. Like Tarantino, Tidhar may find that some people don't take him seriously. But the joke's on them. Seriousness is the least of it: A Man Lies Dreaming is a twisted masterpiece.

#Lavie Tidhar #A Man Lies Dreaming #mahreviews #long post

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