#i would seem that i've reached my peak in tumblr post making

[highlyentropicmind]

Has anyone made a statistical analysis on tumblr's reblog maps?

I've noticed something interesting, but first I need to establish a few definitions

Flower: If a node is connected to at least 6 other nodes it is a "flower" (we could also use "hub" but I like my math whimsy)

Why six? Because hexagons are mathematically interesting

Distance between flowers: The distance between flowers refers to the number of nodes you have to pass through before reaching another flower. Those nodes can be flowers themselves, or not

Okay, now I can explain my observation:

It seems that most of the time the distance between flowers is exactly 2. To be more formal about this:

My conjecture is that the distance between flowers follows a distribution that peaks at 2

To test this we would need to download data from the reblogs of a bunch of posts, make a code that detects flowers, count the nodes between them, and put them in a histogram

If my conjecture is correct that could tell us something about how information flows in human societies. This could be useful to study misinformation, and the effects of propaganda

This could be cool

[sam7sparks7]

Currently facing the writer's dilemma when one song fits two pairs of blorbos very very accurately and you can only use it in one fic.

Here we are going into a slightly in depth analysis of the Fall Out Boy song 'I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers'

The blorbos in question are -

1) Boyd Crowder/Raylan Givens from Justified

2) Billy Butcher/Hughie Campbell from The Boys

Disclaimer - I have watched a fair bit of Justified but that was last year, though I keep reading the fics and hence don't remember what is not canon. I have never watched The Boys, only experienced it on Tumblr and read maybe 5 fics only.

Behold ~ the lyrics + my thoughts

[song pov Boyd and Billy]

You're a canary, I'm a coal mine -

1) Literally Boyd to Raylan, they dug coal together!!! (screaming crying and all that jazz) also how Raylan was the canary who realized that the mine was collapsing and grabbed Boyd thus saving his life.

I also think it plays into how Boyd views himself, an essential part of the Harlan structure, but knowing he will be abandoned once he has no use. As compared to how he sees Raylan, a canary, not meant to be inside a mine, a symbol of freedom.

2) I think (cause I haven't watched the fucking show) Billy calls Hughie the canary, the good guy, Mr Do Good of the whole operation so this fits

'Cause sorrow is just all the rage -

1) Boyd is angry at a lot of things, one of them being Raylan leaving Harlan

He knows that it was necessary, he is happy Raylan saved himself, but he is heartbroken and devastated at being left behind and knows in their town, there's no surviving with a sorrowful heart, hence he channels it into anger

2) Billy Butcher seems very angry at a lot of things and desperately needs therapy

Won't be a stretch to say he is masking his pain as anger

Take one for the team -

1) Funnily enough, Raylan has stepped in to protect Boyd, but never on Boyd's terms

2) Hughie getting that superpower shot

You all know what I mean -

1) Death or the knowledge that it is something one might not survive, still doing it out of feelings neither party will ever acknowledge

2) Same as above

And I'm so sorry but not really -

1) Boyd was never sorry for where their paths intersected, because at some level I think, he was always prepared to die at the end of Raylan's bullet

2) This line is literally Billy Butcher personified

Tell the boys where to find my body -

1) Continuation of Boyd's line of thought that he'll die by Raylan's hand probably in a mine somewhere, peak romance if you ask him

He doesn't wants to be forgotten though

He wants that place to be marked, for people to say 'this is where the Givens boy shot the good for nothing Crowder boy, yes the one who was a preacher for a little while'

2) For Billy, I choose to interpret this line as a self sacrifice, something he would say to Hughie before pushing him out of the line of fire and dying to make sure Hughie made it back to The Boys

New York eyes, Chicago thighs -

1) Boyd gently teasing Raylan about his travels and marshal work taking him places

2) Billy meanly teasing Hughie about how he is the most sophisticated out of them all? I might be wrong here

Pushed up the window to kiss you off -

1) Boyd at 18 climbing up the side of the house to reach Raylan's window and losing minutes kissing on the windowsill, before Raylan pulls him inside

2) Billy would do it impulsively, without thinking about why he wants to do it

Do you remember the way I held your hand -

1) Young Boyd and Raylan returning from the mines, late evening, falling darkness, empty street. They are moving with shoulders brushing and if their fingers happen to get tangled together, neither of them pulled away.

2) There's only two ways I can see Billy holding Hughie's hand. Hughie is unconscious in a hospital bed and will never know. Hughie is too slow running away so Butcher just grabs his hand and pulls him along while cursing him for being a weakling deadweight.

Under the lamp post and ran -

1) Continuation of the post work walk, except they challenged each other who would reach the tree first, took off running, but did not remove their hands from each other's. Instead they tightened their hold, not wanting to accidently let go as they ran, ending with them tripping and crashing - laughing, out of breath and red faced, but together and happy about it.

2) Seems impossible but maybe in the running away from danger scenario.

Home this way, so many times -

1) Home for both isn't a house, it is each other. We are talking pre exodus Raylan, when the only good thing that was all his was the love and attention of Boyd. And for Boyd, Raylan was the safe space no one else could take away because Raylan had chosen him. Irony being Raylan took himself away.

They held hands and ran out of the collapsing mine together everyday (metaphorically), until one day Raylan ran out of Harlan itself and Boyd's heart collapsed.

2) Billy equates Hughie's presence as a home. A beacon of normal among the weird. He can have the most fucked up, out of the world experience, but coming back to their bunker and getting to call Hughie a cunt makes it simultaneously more real and bearable to do what he does.

I could close my eyes? -

1) A question. An offer. I could close my eyes if it makes it better for you. I can look away if that is what you need from me. Should I keep them closed when you put a bullet through my heart, so that you don't see the love I hold there. Or am I closing them for your benefit, so you do not see yourself reflected in them, distancing yourself from this thing (love) that will only die when we both are dead.

2) The only kindness Butcher can offer Hughie. I can look away whenever it is too much for you. Be it your own emotions or be it my stubborness, I promise you I will let you have your space. This is the least I can do for you, you deserve so much more, but I am not the person who deserves to give you that.

The truth hurts worse -

1) Oooh boy, I love this line. So essentially Boyd Crowder. So what's his truth - that he did and does love Raylan Givens? Or that Raylan is just a means to an end and Boyd keeps him close for the protection?

No one knows, but either way, I think one aspect of that truth is, they both care for each other very much and it hurts because caring is lethal. Caring in Harlan means you will at the least, get severely hurt and at the most, gruesomely die.

2) Billy's truth, hmm. Maybe that he does love Hughie but won't hesitate to let him go on a mission impossible return from, as long as it serves his vision. Or he will never feel anything for Hughie but string him along with scrapes because Hughie's sunshine is addicting and his presence is vital?

There is nothing but pain should Hughie ever try to find the truth. Hence Butcher makes sure Hughie would never want to.

Than anything I could bring myself to do to you -

1) Boyd doesn't need to tell Raylan the truth of why they can't stop hurting and saving each other. They both know. Acknowledging it would mean confronting all those emotions they never untangled and a can of worms that would need months of open honest communication to resolve. They both would rather be trapped in a mine, thank you very much.

2) Butcher will never tell Hughie the truth because the moment he does it, he would have to be accountable for his actions. As long as he keeps them in the limbo of not knowing where they stand, Hughie will always come back to stand by his side. But if he shares it, then Hughie will know that the way Billy treated him was just how he was, love doesn't change a person like Billy Butcher. And that could cause Hughie to finally leave, something that their operation won't survive.

Now, press repeat -

1) Both Raylan and Boyd have a lifetime worth of regrets between them, but when it comes to each other, they both will always choose to save the other one's life. They will not leave the other behind in the coal mine, or they'll die trying to escape, but they won't do it alone.

2) I think a bit similar to what I said above, but more in the way that Billy will resist change and Hughie will stop pushing him to change, hence them continuing as they were. A part of it might be they both have gone through life altering experiences, but separately. Therefore even though they have changed as individuals, they will repeat the same old script with each other because they are afraid of a change in their relationship.

[stanleyl]

Hi, I just stumbled onto your blog and I want to have a little chat. This is going to be long and I hope you bear with me. I am both a T and Z fan but online I engage more with Tom's content (coz it's scarce enough as it is) so I would say I'm more of his fan. I think Tom fans have this thing where you internalise what you percieve (or what the Internet perceives) as his failures and i feel like that's not the most fun way to engange with fandom online. The internet these days is just a cesspool where a popular actor just has to be compared to his peers and right now all of Tom's peers seem to be doing better than him by metrics I think are important to you guys or at least what I've seen from your blog (critical acclaim outside of marvel).

In my opinion, online discourse surrounding Tom has reached peak hate because he's dating Zendaya (please note that I like them as a couple and any casual fans or stans of hers who go out of their way to spread hate are in denial about their parasocial behaviour) and those people are going to use anything in their arsenal to just put negative energy about anything concerning him out there. Look at how they tried to make Francesca dealing with racial abuse about him not speaking out rather than putting assholes like Elon Musk on full blast for allowing that shit in the first place. Logically we could all assume that since Tom is working with this woman everyday he has shown her support in person unless it's proven otherwise and that would have been the case if it wasn't someone twittersphere has a hate boner for. And now I see some fans worried about how that will have him perceived by the public which is a waste of time of atp it is what it is. The play sold out in 2 hours, the extra tickets in less time which is extremely rare in theatre. It shows that the demand is there for Tom's projects he just has to want to do more interesting projects. I know it's hard coz I understand the need to be part of an online community where you see other actors being praised for something you just know someone will nitpick if it was about Tom. But I just wish we as Tom fans would try to inject more positive energy about things that involve him rather than engage with content/ people who's main aim is to get people to dislike him.

I agree with all your frustrations about him pigeonholed as spiderman and him needing to do more roles outside of that but so long as he's not doing anything about it it's just going to be a frustrating conversation that goes round and round. Maybe it's because I'm older than a lot of people that run fan accounts but Tom is still relatively young and i think his career will be fine in the long run because all he really need to do is pick a great script that will guarantee him praise from critics coz as we have seen he can still sell shit. Whether he shoots another spiderman without another project outside of that I promise you he will be fine. I've realised that fans in all types of fandoms want things to happen now or else the conversation is that their faves career is doomed and its just not healthy. Coz if it is actually doomed none of us as fans can change that. I feel like it's magnified with Tom because of the haters I already mentioned but it just feels like the fandom feeds into that energy a little too much. There's too much illogical negativity and it's a bummer coz I join these spaces to have fun, real life is already a big bummer as is. Anyway, I'm glad there's a space for Tom fans on tumblr with your blog and I will be checking it out frequently. If you read this far you deserve compensation.

Actually, I think the majority in this fandom is quite positive (I am talking about the fans on TikTok and Instagram, and the ones in real life too who probably don't have any social media). I started this blog trying to engage with others by posting positive/fun stuff, but also as a place where I can express my own frustrations and complaints as a fan 😂. But as someone who was on Twitter for years, I watched many other fans' enthusiasm slowly dying because there's too much negativity over there (and when I say "fans," I don't mean fans of his Spider-Man, fanfiction writers, Z fans who "stan" him because of their association. I mean the fans of the actor). I know he'll be fine, but when I think abt the other fans, I feel like these days it's hard to follow someone who barely "goes outside," so there is barely any content to focus on when there's too much negativity and hate going on, on a daily basis, lol. I still wanna see him win with critics (not bc of my ego as a fan, but bc I think he genuinely deserves) and get the recognition as an actor, something beyond that character. But right now, unfortunately we don't have any concrete answers about anything 😕 except he's doing a play for three months.

[universitypenguin]

Author’s Note: I don't know why I'm like this, but I am. Before midnight I had about a thousand words written for the letter "F." Then I opened the document to "edit" and now it's more than 4,000. And just before writing this, I'd been catching up on my lab reports. I had written ten pages about sodium benzoate and I was drained, people. But writing about Steve Roger's favorite position? I can do that all day.

Author's Note (2): I'm probably delaying posting an update for "Restitution" until I've caught up on my lab reports. I have two more to do before I can come back on Tumblr and play. *Cries*

Word Count: 4,138

Masterlist

Kinktober - Steve’s Alphabet Masterlist

Warnings: Smut, explicit content, 18+ readers only, minors dni

"F" is for Favorite Position

The Lotus position.

Is an intimacy kink a thing? Because if it is, Steve has one.

He likes to have your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Lotus allows him to watch your face as your expression twists in pleasure and whimper his name. It leaves him free to kiss you while he’s thrusting. He loves having the stamina to keep going even when you’re limp and boneless, gasping your way through your fifth or sixth orgasm. Steve wipes away your tears with his thumbs, brushes a soft kiss over your lips, and guides your hips into the rhythm he wants. He’ll never get enough of watching your face as he brings you pleasure. The way your brow furrows at the peak of your climax and the bite of your nails in his skin when you shudder makes his skin tighten. When he thinks about the soft gasp you make, the one that catches in your throat right before you let go, his blood rushes south.

He enjoys how easy it is to overstimulate you in the Lotus position. When you’re wrapped around him so tight, there’s nowhere for you to run when he uses your vibrator to tease your clit. It would seem unexpected to some people that he’s open to using your toys during sex. But Steve is first and foremost a practical man, who knows how to reach any goal he sets. When his goal is to make love to his woman, he doesn’t take the assignment lightly. He didn’t have the most experience at the start of your relationship, but he made up the difference with communication and genuine interest.

Your relationship with Steve had been a slow burn. He was your friend for months before he made a move and asked you out. Steve was the type of man who took dating at a different pace than you were used to. As things had become serious, he’d asked you about sex, being surprisingly direct about the matter. Before you took the next step, he wanted to know your likes and dislikes, and what made you climax. When you confessed that you’d never had an orgasm with a man before, Steve was shocked.

After coming out of the ice, he’d developed an unconscious belief, brought on by media exposure, that the sexual revolution meant everyone of age was having great sex all the time. Your confession rattled his assumptions. After the astonishment faded, he was concerned.

Why had you never climaxed?

Your explanation about “not with a man,” had clarified the details of your climax free endeavors into the world of partnered sex. You had orgasmed before… but it was thanks to double A batteries and a pulse setting.

What did he want next? To see your toys, obviously.

You’d balked at first, amusing him. Usually it was he who was unnerved by the libertine expression of sexual desire. Seeing you like this was new. He liked it. You let him coax you out of your shyness and opened your nightstand drawer. He took his time going over the settings on the toys, listening to you explain what worked for you, and what didn’t. After the toys, he wanted to watch the porn you mentioned to him, specifically the videos that had made you orgasm. Your heart was beating triple time as you opened your phone’s browser. How did someone who’d grown up in the 1930s become this open about sex? Steve chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist as he leaned back against your headboard. The video loaded on your phone and you looked up at him, expecting an answer.

“I want to make you feel good. This might be new to me, but that doesn't mean I’m shy. I’m a grown man, sweetheart. When I was deployed, we sat around campfires in Germany talking about getting laid. What’s different is that now days we have conversations about sex in mixed company. In my era, that would have gotten you slapped across the face.”

Together, you watch the videos while Steve holds you. He kisses your neck, nibbles on your ear and asks you in soft whispers what your fantasies are. Which parts of the video turned you on, and would you want him to do that to you? Without being told he needs to, he separates out what appeals to you as a visual and what you’d actually be interested in trying in real life. Having so much attention focused on your desires was nerve-wracking and arousing in equal measure. Steve is intuitive and observant, even while watching porn. He hears your breath catch at certain scenes and makes a note. His hands begin to run up and down your sides, his fingers teasing the edges of your breasts.

When you close the browser, he asks you what your favorite position was.

Doggy style.

Why? Because it allowed you to get lost in the sensations and made your partner less of a distraction. He frowned. Wasn’t the point of making love about connection? Intimacy?

It was about orgasming. In a timely manner, because men didn’t last that long.

His eyebrows jumped. Then he glanced over at the toys laying next to you on the bed.

“And with a vibrator, that’s not an issue.”

“Exactly.”

“So you can relax and let it happen when you’re using a toy, but with a man you feel rushed?”

“That’s more concise than I’ve ever put it. There’s a certain pressure to orgasm or if you don’t cum, you just fake it.”

“I don’t want you to fake anything with me. How will I know what to change if you cover up that you’re not getting something you need?”

He was so earnest as he asked the question; you felt your skin heat.

“Okay. But I don’t want you to worry about making me orgasm too much. If you try, and you’re disappointed with me when it doesn’t happen, that would just… suck.”

“What if I used your toys on you? Would you like that?”

Gulp. You would more than ‘like’ that. He would be intense, brain melting, in the pursuit of your pleasure. You weren’t sure if you’d survive.

He read your expression and reached for a g-spot wand. The one you’d identified as a favorite.

“Does oral sex do it for you? With a man, I mean?”

“Uh… honestly, it always felt slimy and weird.”

Steve nodded attentively and then picked up the clit sucking toy. “Do you use this with lube?”

“Yeah, it can hurt if I’m dry.”

“Any slimy feelings from that?”

“No.”

He flashed a grin. “Great. Come here.”

“Steve, we can just have sex. You don’t need to do all this.”

Your words didn’t phase him. He wrapped his arms around you and rolled to pin you underneath him.

You pressed your palms to his shoulders. “Steve, I love you and I want to make you feel good, too. It’s not all about my needs.”

“When I learn how to please my best girl, I’ll feel very good. Don’t worry about orgasming, sweetheart. Just guide me through what you like. Give me lots of feedback.”

You had given up the hope of having a solid physical connection with a man. A vibrator was your best friend and self servicing was your only option. This was your belief until you saw the glint in Steve’s eyes. He had the determined light that sparked whenever he sighted a partially tough challenge and committed himself to it.

He pressed your foreheads together.

“It’s important to me that you enjoy this part of our relationship. We can’t rush this. I need to take the time to learn your body. It’s not just about climaxing - the last thing I want is for you to feel pressured to perform. Your partner’s expectations seem to be half the problem there. So I’m fine with it if you don’t have a climax. It’s not a big deal.”

“You are?!”

Your shock was genuine. Because honestly, you’d been stressed.

Steve gave a gentle smile and stroked a finger down your cheek. “All I want tonight is to understand your needs and get to know your body. That’s it.”

Your excuses died.

The way he was looking at you, eager and intent, settled your nerves. He kissed you deeply. While you’d been waiting for sex, your relationship with Steve wasn’t without spice. His old-fashioned ideas about how long to wait before getting naked weren’t applicable to making out. A session of heavy petting on the couch had been on the menu almost from the start, though Steve had always kept his hands on top of your clothing. He didn’t want to move too fast. For you or for him. The boundaries he set were sexy. He wasn’t starved for physical love, even though he wanted it. There would be no regrets when you finally slept together. Knowing that, after years of casual sex because you hadn’t seriously dated anyone, was a relief you hadn’t known you needed.

Steve was different, and you loved those differences as much as you loved him.

He’d gotten you hot with kisses and wandering hands that gripped the cheeks of your ass and caressed the skin underneath your tee shirt. Steve slid his hands under your shirt and pushed up the material to rub at your back. You arched, silently asking for him to undress you, but he didn’t continue. Finally, you finally jerked the shirt off on your own, then unbuttoned your jeans and shoved them down.

He smirked at the sight of the lingerie set you’d chosen - a purple bra and panties.

“It matches. I think I've been entrapped."

You shrugged. “It’s better to be prepared when you’re hoping to get lucky."

His eyes flared, and a muscle in his jaw twitched. You took advantage and rolled so you were straddling him. Situated on top now, you rocked against the hard ridge of his cock. He groaned.

“Fuck. You’re making me sweat bullets.”

You licked your lips. “I could take care of you.”

Steve shook his head. “No. Tonight is about you.”

He pushed you onto your back, rolling over and pressing you into the bed with his heavy body. The pressure was delicious. Steve’s kiss was assertive, his tongue sweeping over yours, keeping you relaxed. At first, the kisses were firm, but gentle. He rocked his hips against yours and groaned when you met the movement halfway. The kiss became edged with hunger as your teeth clashed, and then his tongue shoved possessively into your mouth. His free hand found the front clasp of your bra. He paused, pulling away slightly to meet your gaze.

“May I?”

Your heart flipped a little at the soft question and the patience in his eyes as he waited for your answer.

“Please.”

His blue eyes went hot at your breathless response. He undid the clip, his eyes fastened to your face. It was the first time you’d been bared to him like this, but his eyes were glued to your face, watching your reaction as he covered one soft mound. The friction of his palm rubbing over the swollen flesh made your back arch.

“Steve!”

He gave a contented hum and dropped his head to your neck. With teasing kisses and gentle licks, he made his way to your nipples. He lapped at them as if they were the most exotic delicacy in the world. Your hips arched off the bed as he stroked with his tongue, the touch light and teasing.

“Please, more…”

Your eyes fluttered as he turned to the opposite breast and treated it to the same attention. Light strokes, gentle and firm, until you squirmed.

“Steve,” you gasped.

“Your nipples are so pretty. I love watching them get tighter when I tease you.”

His fingers explored the sides and area underneath the globe of flesh. He kneaded it with care, then stroked at the fragile skin with the pads of his fingers.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, baby.”

“Please!”

You whimpered when he drew circles with his fingers right under your nipple, exploring the soft curve.

Steve’s voice was husky with desire. “Tell me what you need.”

“Suck on my nipples, baby, please suck on them. It hurts. They’re so tight they hurt.”

He bent and took the left bud into his mouth, sucking softly. You moaned, arching your back, and felt him growl. Steve sucked harder, giving you what you needed. The rush of pleasure had your hips rolling against his abdomen as he lay over you, caging you with his body. Steve popped off the taunt nipple and gazed up at you, his eyes warm with affection.

“Is that good for you, honey? Just like that, huh?”

You whined and arched, twisting to offer him the neglected breast, the one he hadn’t suckled. Steve grinned and returned to his task. He lapped at your straining peak for a few seconds, letting the tension build, and then clamped down for a firm, intense pressure that made your toes curl. You cried out when he rasped his tongue over the sensitive nub and then drew it between his teeth.

When he let go, Steve slid down, crawling backwards to lower himself between your legs. He took the waistband of your panties and stripped them neatly down your legs. You lifted your hips for him and kicked the garment away once it was at your ankles. He purred and kissed the inside of your thigh.

“How are you doing, sweet girl?”

“G-g-good…” your voice trembled with desire as he stroked your thigh.

Then he moved, lifting your legs over his shoulders and nuzzled your pussy. He used his lips to brush over your folds, kissing them and lapping at your juices. Steve groaned.

“You taste so fucking good, baby.”

The genuine pleasure vibrating from him as he licked a long stripe up the slit of your body, through your folds, and across your clit, had you moaning just as much as the physical sensations. He used his tongue to explore you, stabbing into your quivering opening, then working his way up to your clit. Steve was decisive and unrelenting in his task. He used the flat of his tongue in a grinding motion that made you tremble. He tapped at your clit with the tip of that clever muscle and you whimpered, your hands fisting in the sheets. When he coated the little button of nerves in his saliva and sucked, your back bowed off the mattress.

“Steve! Oh! Oh, fuck!”

He grabbed your waist, his shoulders tucking under your bottom and his arms coming around your thighs, to push you down to the bed. You thrashed as he kept licking and sucking then tapping at your sensitized pearl to tease it. Your breath turned shallow, and you struggled in his grip, crying out under each surge of ecstasy when he would suck just right, with the perfect amount of pressure to make your legs shake.

“Oh, please, please… I can’t… Ffffuuuucccckkkk!”

Your protest turned into a scream when he unwound one arm from your hips and slid two fingers into your dripping pussy. Automatically, your pulsating muscles clamped down on him, going painfully tight. He curled the digits and your channel undulated in the beginnings of a rhythm as your orgasm approached. In the last corner of your mind, where thoughts could still form, you were in a state of disbelief. You’d never gotten this close to a climax with a man. Even with the wild arousal, an edge of alarm kept you from letting go. Something in your brain was pulling away, telling you it wasn’t real, it wasn’t possible. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t orgasm. Not with a man.

Steve must have felt your hesitancy. He growled into your pussy, the vibrations a new sensation that made you gasp. His fingers flexed as sought the rough spot on your front wall. Using a gentle motion, he pushed at it, then let go. The pull of his fingers added a new intensity as your clit was battered from both sides. Steve moved his fingers, steady and with increasing force, as you moaned and rocked against his hand. The internal stroking and the heat of his mouth brought you to the edge of sanity. You shivered uncontrollably, your hips bucking under his restraining arm as the intensity drew tears. Steve groaned and your walls fluttered harder. He picked up speed with his fingers. The strong digits jerked against your g-spot as his tongue rubbed firmly over your clit. When his lips fastened again, sealing over the bud, you unraveled.

A scream burst free, and your body surged at the flash of unbridled pleasure. Your knees locked and the muscles of your claves bunched. You threw your head back into the pillow and your shoulder blades clenched. Steve made a noise of approval that you heard even over the pounding of blood in your head. He kept going. His fingers worked even faster, the curling becoming rough and insistent as you felt your juices oozing down your channel. Your cries turned high pitched and desperate as the orgasm went on and on, wringing your body with spasms that burned through the synapses of your nerves and convulsed your muscles. He used his tongue even faster when you went into a frenzy, kicking, bucking and thrashing.

Steve was strong. Objectively, you knew that. You’d just never felt it. With just one arm, he held you down and drew every ounce of pleasure your body could give him out of the climax. Your body undulated as pleasure tore through you like a hurricane. When he withdrew his fingers and let go of your clit, you collapsed.

Your body felt boneless. Your lips trembled with sobs and you were shaking. Steve crawled over you, moving inch by inch, kissing your hip, your ribs, then the inner curve of your breast and the hollow between your throat. Each kiss he pressed into your damp skin made your breath catch. Your body pulsed with aftershocks, every nerve sizzling as if the orgasm still lingered in their synapses. Steve kissed your face. He brushed your cheek with his thumb and it surprised you to feel wetness on your cheeks. Blindly, you reached up to feel the tears.

You gave a quiet sob, this one of shock, as comprehension dawned. He’d made you cum. It had happened. Even when you’d fought the feeling, Steve had pushed you through the mental barrier. You had climaxed. With a man.

You’d climaxed with a man for the first time.

He kissed your cheek and jaw, down to your chin. Your crying didn’t unsettle him. His thumb brushed away the tears. Steve rolled onto his back and drew you on top of him. You buried your face in his chest. His hand cradled your head as he kissed your hair.

“S’okay, doll. Breathe, alright?”

He rubbed the small of your back in slow, steady circles. Tears dripped from your eyes and there was nothing you could do to stop them. The orgasm had twisted you inside and out and left you stripped bare. It had been so intense, beyond anything you’d felt before. Steve pressed on your back, his hand a comforting weight, and kissed your temple.

“Talk to me. You’re okay, right?”

At your continued silence, the slowness of your recovery seemed to concern him. Aftershocks still rippled through your lower body. In response, you clenched your legs. Swallowing past the tears, you let out a trembling breath and burrowed deeper into Steve’s arms. Words were still beyond you, but you stroked his side, silently communicating you were okay.

He sighed, relief evident. “You’ve got goosebumps.”

A chill was skating over your body as the orgasm faded. Steve lifted the covers up and then rearranged his arms around you. He was wrapped around you as tight as a python under the blankets. Your eyes closed. Then he shifted, and you felt the prodding of his erection. Your eyes flew open. Steve felt the change when tension returned to your lax body. You pulled back and looked up at him. The reminder of his need stirred you to awareness.

“Steve,” you murmured, touching his shoulder.

“Shhh… don’t worry about me. How do you feel?”

“Dazed. Shocked. I’ve never felt anything like that. My orgasms were never so intense. I don’t think I could have come close to what just happened on my own. It was amazing.”

His cerulean eyes glinted with pride.

“Good. You worried me a little.”

“Will you make love to me now? I can feel you and I want to have you inside of me. Please.”

Steve pressed his forehead to yours, his hand cupping your cheek.

“I don’t need it. I’m happy to be the first man to get to see you like this. Let me bask in the afterglow, doll.”

Smug bastard. You smiled.

“If you fuck me, I’m so hypersensitive I’ll probably cum again. These aftershocks are intense.”

He had you on your back in a half-second, shoving down his sweats to free his throbbing member. A short time later, you were holding him as he recovered from his own release. Your legs were tucked into the dip of his back, your arms around his waist as he shivered. Missionary had made you cum for your second orgasm with a man. Not just a man. Steve was the only one you wanted like this. As you caressed his heaving side, appreciating the tight lateral muscles under your palm, you realized this was it for you. Steve was probably going to be the last first time you would have with a man. A smile curved your lips at the thought.

Your favorite position with Steve? Missionary.

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Beyond the Lotus position, Steve has other favorites. Here's an itemized list...

#2 - Doggy Style

Much to his amusement, doggy style became his second favorite after he felt how deep you could take him on your knees. Your orgasms in that position felt so good it made his toes curl. The view of your back and the vulnerable curve of your neck made him turn feral. There was primal feeling to being on top of your smaller body, controlling the movements of your hips, that sent him into a frenzy.

#3 - Cowgirl

Steve ranked cowgirl third. He wanted to purr like a kitten when you climbed on top of him for the first time. The feeling of being ridden and having you take charge made him relax into the experience and let him watch as you moved. It was a view he found highly enjoyable. Your breasts were his private delight and he can’t drag his eyes away as the sweet curves bounce with your movements. He found the easy access to your clit was another perk of cowgirl. When he teases the little pearl of nerves, you lose your rhythm and he gets to take over after you’re already worked up and desperate for the orgasm.

He loves getting to pound into your soft body when you’re so close that you’re creaming around his cock and gasping for him to make you cum. The size of him in cowgirl is a challenge for you, the only drawback to the position. On the first night you’d tried to take him like this, you’d jerked away when the tip of his cock had touched the very back of your pussy. It was an intense pressure and so shocking you’d had to work up to taking him like that again. Even after you’d been together for months, he had to be careful not to slam into your cervix and bruise you when you were on top.

#4 - Upstanding Citizen

Steve loves having sex standing up. And yes, there's a bit of size kink involved in his enjoyment.

This is most evident in the shower. When he can have you like that, with the water running down your bodies while he has you pinned to the wall with your legs around him, he jumps at the opportunity. If you asked him, he’d say there was no better way to have shower sex. He likes having you facing him and being able to get close, flattening you into the wall and grinding his hips while you shudder, trapped between the two immovable forces.

#5 - Spooning

On lazy days, he likes lying on his side with your back pressed to his chest. Saturday mornings are meant to be spent wrapped around you while he lingers between sleep and awareness. He enjoys lifting your free leg up and sliding into your pussy in a single thrust. It’s deep in that position, too. Almost as good as doggy style. He can feel the firmness of your cervix on the tip of his cock and it drives him crazy to know no other man has reached the spot he’s rooted in.

But let's be honest. Favorite positions are nice, but Steve loves any position... so long as it’s with you.

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