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i know the whole "do you think jon ever used his powers to Know what his parents looked like" thing is far more devastating than this but what if he tried using his powers to remember original sasha? jon and sasha always seemed closer than the rest, he picked her (and tim) to work with him and tolerated a lot more nonsense from her than anyone else (using his password to access his computer [161], debating his pronunciation of calliope [25], etc)

and ofc jon and martin became significantly closer as the podcast went on, but in the beginning he was cruel to martin when he gave a statement but accepting of sasha? idk i think their friendship was a lot deeper than we realized (ESPECIALLY since his first murder in season 5 was because NotThem provoked him about sasha) and i think jon wouldve used his powers to Know the original sasha, not sure if it wouldve worked though

so so sorry to distract from the post but can yall read the tags for me because i suffered immensely for this post

#they make me ill #sasha was so cool i miss her every day #i think we need more sasha content #idk i wish we got more of them specifically #THIS POST. HAS CRASHED. 4. TIMES.#i am trying to write about the magnus archives and its like “hee hee tumbeast ate your post” give it the fuck back?#it saved to my drafts after the 4th tag but this is pissing me off #every time i try to tag it as “tma” it crashes so im not doing that #just pretend i did ok #16 more times total of 20 every time i try to write tags it crashes #it wont let me write the archivists name im genuinely so serious #please help me please help me #im gonna sit here for a second and let it save as draft #6 more times #ur joking #total of 26 crashes over this one post #hate to distract from my incredibly brilliant insight but this is unusable #i think its okay again actually?#gonna try tagging with real tags wish me luck #jonathan sims #jon sims #sasha james #tma #the magnus archives #the archivist #notthem #notsasha #tma theory #tma spoilers #holy shit it worked

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simpjaes · 24 days

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EROTIC EMPATHY (s.jy)

Have you ever taken anyone’s virginity before? Nope. Are you about to? Yep. or the one where jake has a streak of bad luck in bed and his friends make fun of him for it, you find him advertising himself on a dating app and decide to help him out.

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WORDCOUNT― 12.7k

PAIRING― jake sim x afab reader

CONTENT― virgin guy who lives with his parents!jake, he’s not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that, facetime-sex, real life sex

SIDE CHARACTERS― jay as reader’s best friend and roommate, heeseung briefly as jake’s friend.

NOTE― if you've read this before it's because im the person who wrote it [ncteez] and im revamping it for jake, pls don't send me messages on either account about stealing a work that's already mine!

smut tags under cut::

smut tags―big huge dick jake, phone sex (ish), face time sex, masturbation, pet name: baby, making out, he eats you out twice, fingering, whining and whimpering, deep throating, premature ejaculation, desperate man wants his dick wet lmao, grinding, tit fondling/licking, clit stimulation, he bites the fuck out of his tongue to try and distract himself from coming too soon again, no condom aka cream pie, jake gets feelings like immediately when u touch him

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Check this shit out,” you laugh, presenting your phone to Jay with a chuckle. “yes or no?”

Jay snorts, nearly spitting out the bite of food in his mouth as he reads the bio of the man you’re showing to him.

“Depends, you trying to take his innocence or are you trying to get railed so hard that the entire building can hear?” He narrows his eyes at you, making a point to call you out for keeping him awake last weekend.

You wave him off with an apologetic look. To be fair, the dude from before knew how to make a girl moan, it’s not your fault that you managed to find a decent lay in this city. Even if he ghosted you, you assume you may have been a bad lay for him, if anything.

“I wouldn’t mind trying something new, dude seems desperate.” You swipe through his photos, seeing that he appears to be just a normal dude with normal interests. “He’s cute too, so I’m gonna say yes.”

Jay groans this time, slapping a hand to his forehead and glaring at you.

“You’d better warn me if you end up bringing him home, I’m not about to listen to some guy start crying over a blowjob.”

You nod to him, sending a message to the eighty-two-year-old Jake and feeling delighted at his near-instant response to you.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll make sure you’re out of the apartment if I invite him over,” You wiggle your brows as you stand to your feet and turn toward your room, eyes now glued to the open dating app’s messages. “Maybe you should go out and find a nice girl to rail to get back at me.”

“You’re so fucking weird.” Jay laughs but feels kind of shitty because it’s not like he hasn’t been trying to get back at you for the loud sex. Guess he just doesn’t have the magic dick to make girls moan the same way you do.

Not that he wants to make you moan or anything, he definitely doesn’t. If anything, he wishes you were more like the girls he brings home.

Fucking quiet.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

You: i’ve never seen a virgin grandpa on this app before

Jake: ….i’m 21, it says that in my bio

You: I think you’re lying.

Jake: do u know how to change it, my bitch friends won't tell me lol

You: why would i help you lie to other women

Jake: i’m not lying!!1

You laugh to yourself as you text the new sex interest in your life, wondering if he’s lying about his presumed virginity.

You: ok, twenty-one-year-old “jaeyun” who is five miles away from me, you’re actually a virgin? Like for real?

Jake: yea….are u here to make fun of me for it too? all the girls here just turn me down even if i offer to cook for them after

Jake: maybe it's the playlists idk

You: send me the playlist

Jake: [spotify link to a playlist titled “NUT”]

You try not to snort, but you do. Given, he does have decent taste, but why anyone would have dynamite by bts and never say never by justin bieber on their sex playlist is beyond you.

You: surely it’s not your playlist…….

You: anyway

You: you’re really just looking to get laid for the first time, like, ever? and you’re offering to cook dinner too?

Jake: yea

You: you’ve never had a blowjob or anything like that? you can’t seriously think I can believe you’ve never been laid, it’s not like you’re ugly or anything

Jake: u don’t think im ugly? :)

Jake: and yea I’ve had a blowjob before

You: why didn’t you sleep with her then?

Jake: can we stop talking about why im a virgin

You: sure but you know im gonna bring it up again, right?

You’re smiling at your phone, finding him charming and awkward in how he communicates with you via messenger. Of course, you’re curious as to why he’s a virgin, even more, curious as to why he’s on a dating app looking to lose said virginity.

You: do you want my number? it’s embarrassing to have the app open in public if i wanna talk to you.

Jake, on the other hand, is quite literally kicking his feet and checking your profile every few minutes just to look at you. He didn’t even think too hard about you calling him attractive then not following up on it, because the fact that you just offered your number to him in case you want to talk to him? Butterflies. Given, it’s juvenile for someone of his age to still be experiencing the typical high-school crush feelings, would anyone blame him? It’s just how he is, with or without having had sex. He can’t imagine not feeling giddy inside when he’s talking to someone that he thinks is pretty.

Jake: yea :) u can text me whenever [redacted phone number]

You respond to him by texting his number rather than using the app messenger, screenshotting his contact info, and sending it to him with a sly smile.

You: [screen shot// contact name: grandpa jake]

Grandpa Jake: :|

Grandpa Jake: im 21

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Okay so, here’s the thing. Jake is undeniably funny, witty, and kind. Another thing, he’s wildly attractive. Especially upon fulfilling your request for a workout selfie from him. So, what gives? You read the texts he’s sent that made you laugh out loud, you look at his pictures, stare at the workout selfie, and you genuinely cannot understand how he doesn’t have women waiting in line to have at him.

You: it’s been like four days since we started talking

Grandpa Jake: yep, almost five

You: four days of being friends but no mention of your bio on the app, yknow, where you’re begging to have sex for the first time ever?

Grandpa Jake: right, yea. you wanna do it? i didn’t wanna assume lol

You: not answering that til you explain why. i mean, it’s totally ok that you are but like, you’re a green flag all around so im a little worried you might have like a micropenis or something

Disclaimer, if he had a micropenis, you’d still let him use it on you. After all, hooking up is something you enjoy doing regardless of size.

Grandpa Jake: i do NOT have a micropenis

You: prove it

Grandpa Jake: right now???

You laugh to yourself but also like, it’s the first time the two of you have done anything more than bully each other. Or rather, you bully him and he defends himself constantly.

You: answer my question first

It takes a few minutes for him to respond, but you’re doing coursework anyway so it’s not a huge deal. Totally not like your ears perk up and a smile creeps across your face every time your phone goes off or anything. Definitely not.

Grandpa Jake: um… i still live with my parents and before u make fun of me for that pls understand that its not like i wanna be here

Grandpa Jake: i have a job and everything!!! im not a mooch!

He’s getting off track again. You could honestly care less if he still lives with his parents. You wish you still lived with yours, to save money at least.

You: they won’t let you have anyone over?

Grandpa Jake: well, that too but

Grandpa Jake: listen this sounds real stupid but it just never happened? even when i tried or things almost happened, it never did

You: damn, you’re unlucky. so what happened with the girl who gave you a blowjob?

Grandpa Jake: her boyfriend walked in

You: WHAT

You’re trying to pity him, honestly, but damn. Did he go for a taken girl? Yikes. You hate to admit the ick that just flooded your mind.

Grandpa Jake: its not like i knew she had a boyfriend

You: phew

Grandpa Jake: so yea. do u wanna help me out or not?

The whole reason you started talking to him was specifically to help him out. Now that you know he’s not some weirdo, and is definitely super hot and funny, hell yes.

You: yeah, sure.

You: about the micropenis though,

Grandpa Jake: right…um

A few minutes of silence, your coursework is long forgotten in the anticipation of receiving your first dick pic from Jake. You wait, and you wait, and you wait.

You: i mean if you can’t prove it that's ok

Grandpa Jake: just give me a sec damn

He’s doing his best to get the most attractive angle. It’s not like he’s never sent nudes to anyone or anything, but like– this is you. The first person to actually agree to take his virginity. Should he hold it? Put a remote next to it for size? Should he have his face in the pic? Take a mirror pic?

Of course, as he’s taking several pictures of his length to try and impress you, he had to get hard first. He can’t imagine you’d want a flaccid cock pic in your inbox, and that would also mean that he’s working himself up with the amount of touching, holding, and groping throughout the past sixteen photos he’s taken and deleted. It’s at the point that now it’s actually hard to care about taking a photo, pre-cum already dripping out of him as he continues to try.

He’s entered the realm of his regular horny self, only this time he’s texting you. Someone who wants to see what he’s packing. Taking a dick pic is insanely easy once he stops thinking with his brain, and he’s quick to send you a photo of himself this time. His chin at the top of the picture, face entirely hidden, hand wrapped around his thick and leaking cock, sweatpants shoved down.

Grandpa Jake: [image attachment]

In all fairness, you’ve never actually cared much for dick pics. Men always look too confident even with the smallest of girth being offered through the pixels. Jake though. He looks a bit desperate even with his face hidden. His cock looks desperate, his fingers wrapped around it look desperate, the way his sweatpants hug against his thighs look desperate. And now, you feel desperate. You keep your cool though.

You: oh, you were jerking off, got it.

Grandpa Jake: sorry can’t help it

Then he doesn’t text you back. Which is kind of a drag because he looks to be quite big in the photo alone. Maybe you’d be okay just this once to look like the desperate one. Mostly because you’re about ten seconds from trying to figure out which direction five miles away he resides so you can go palm his cock for him. Plus, the idea of an absolute simp virgin like him seeing you act a little desperate would probably be one for the books.

You: you know i can help you out with that, right? especially since you definitely don’t have a micropenis

You’re still being ignored. The silence from your phone makes your belly flip around inside of you at the image of him doing it too. He probably does it a lot. He’s probably desperate to feel good and watches porn like 24/7. You can imagine how he’d act if you were in front of him right now, the very idea of taking his virginity becoming entirely too attractive.

Shrugging, knowing full well what he’s doing right now that’s causing him to ignore you, you press the call button and wait. You’re a little bit nervous, mostly because you’ve never actually heard his voice before, or better yet how he sounds when he’s getting off. You’re shocked that he actually answers.

“Hello?” He says, muffled through the phone and trying to sound not-so-out-of-breath. It’s not like he looked at who was calling him anyway. With his luck, it’s probably Heeseung or some shit.

“Don’t hello me,” You gripe, narrowing your eyes at yourself in your mirror. “You’re just gonna jerk off without me after I agreed to help you fix your little problem?”

The silence on his end is a bit nerve-wracking until you hear the frantic sound of his palm clearly wreaking havoc on him. You smirk, leaning back on your chair and sighing. On his end, processing that it’s you on the other line sends his entire body into a state of burning with arousal. Your voice is sweet even when you speak with the same sarcasm as you do via text.

God, this alone is enough for him right now.

“Were you at least thinking of me?”

He hums into the phone, indicating that yes, that’s exactly what he’s doing. His voice is kind of soft despite only hearing one word and a hum, you want to actually hear him talk to you, or moan, whichever he decides.

“Were you looking at my pictures?”

He nods his head, forgetting that you’re not able to see him and instantly responds with a small and breathy yes instead. It’s a bit difficult for him to talk right now, especially now that he can put a voice to the photos he’s been jerking off to. It’s a bit overwhelming, actually.

“Do you want better ones?” You ask, encouraging him to speak a bit more.

“Oh god, really?” He asks through the speaker, his hand pausing on his length as if to hold off until you confirm. “Like, nudes?”

“Mhm, yeah. If you want.” You smile as you speak to him, already standing to shimmy your pajamas off of you and stand in front of the mirror. “Or, you know what would be better?”

“Letting me come over and actually do it?” That’s what he wants to say to you, but he doesn’t, he simply raises a brow and bites his lip, trying to contain his excitement.

“What?” He asks, still keeping his responses short because despite how into this he is, he’s a bit shy about it.

“I can facetime you.”

He panics. That means you’ll be watching him too, right? Sure he’s sent nudes, he’s received nudes. He’s sent videos too, and received them. But never has he like, you know, live masturbated on facetime so someone else can watch.

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay.” You backtrack at his silence, but you’re cut off almost immediately.

“No! no, we can facetime–”

Your stomach flips again as you fix yourself quickly in the mirror before setting your phone against your desk and rolling back a bit in your chair to determine if it’ll work this way or not. It’s not like he’s expecting you to do it too, he probably just thinks you’re gonna sit here naked for him to stare at. You’re kind of excited to see him in action, to hear him in action for you.

You hit the button to switch the call over to facetime and once again adjust your phone as you stare at yourself in the camera. Then you’re needing to catch your breath at the image of him.

Oh fuck.

There he is, his camera angled towards his face and not at all toward what's going on below his waist, but you don’t mind at first. Looking at him, the lighting clearly shows that he’s a fan of mood lighting. You watch his eyes briefly, staring through the screen at you before moving your eyes to his arm, the one that clearly isn’t holding his phone because you can see it moving as he continues to jerk himself off. It’s an interesting feeling to have only seen him in photos until this moment, and it’s insanely attractive for some reason. Seeing him in motion, knowing what he’s doing, knowing that he feels good right now because of you.

“Let me see,” you say quietly, adjusting your bra strap and preparing to slip it off of you if he so much as asks. “Prop your phone up somewhere like I did.”

He nods, his eyes still staring straight through his screen at you as he moves around and the image becomes a blur of movement rather than his face. He settles in quickly, somehow looking even more attractive with the way his eyes no longer stare at the screen. You can almost sense a hint of shyness from him at this moment and it kind of floors you, given how easy he is to talk to and how easily he sent a dick pic to you.

“Feeling shy?” You ask, spreading your legs wide and cupping the seat of your panties, hiding the small spot of wetness forming there. “You act like I’m not going to be touching you at some point soon.”

You see him perk up, his eyes looking to you on the screen with more fondness than arousal. At the same time, his hand grips the base of his cock as he holds it straight up, erect and glistening proudly for you to look at.

“You look pretty big, bet you could fill me up so nicely,” You try to compliment, boosting his confidence and ego as best you can simply because he looks pretty with a smile on his face. Especially when his cock twitches at the words. “Would you want to do that for me, Jake?”

“Oh god,” He groans, hearing his name come from your mouth for the first time. His hand jerks up his length once, almost aggressively as he winces at it. “This is going to be so embarrassing.” He admits now, sliding his palm up and down shamelessly as he watches between your spread legs.

In a way, he wonders if you can see how desperate he is. There’s no way you can’t, right? Like, you can see how badly he wants you, right?

“Embarrassing, why?” You chuckle, tapping now at the spot between your legs. “Can you not see that I’m just as turned on right now?”

He groans again with deep breaths, releasing his length and using that same hand to swipe his hair out of his face, then immediately grimacing at the fact that he now has pre-cum in his hair. Embarrassing, all of it.

“Well,” He tries to avoid you bringing up the fact that he just did that and only shoots his hand back to his cock in order to distract whatever off-hand shit you’re about to say. “You don’t even have your panties off yet, and I could probably get off right now.”

You laugh, not wanting to ruin the mood with the whole cum on his own face thing, so you save that for later. Instead, you instantly slip your panties off and present yourself to him much like he’s doing for you.

“Better?”

Jake watched with his breath stuck in his throat, now finding it harder to breathe at the image of your pussy and the way he hopes he can touch it one day.

“Can you–” He pauses, not being used to dirty talk towards anything other than the porn playing on his phone. He thinks hard, and you can see it based on the way he, once again, neglects his cock with an unmoving palm.

“Can I do what? Go on,” You urge him, running a hand up to your chest and fondling your nipples right there in front of him, but not yet moving the fabric. “What do you want me to do for you, baby?”

Baby. You called him baby. Not that he’s into that but the fact that you did it makes him wonder if he is now. Maybe it’s because he wants you to take him for all he’s worth at this point. One, to get rid of the virginity looming over his head, and two, because you sound so fucking smooth when you’re watching him get off.

“Can you spread your pussy for me?” He whispers at first, uncaring of how dirty it sounds falling out of his throat with a moan.

His eyes are boring a hole through his screen as he watches one of your hands tease at your hidden nipples, and the other hand sliding up and down the wet folds there. So badly does he want to see it. He wants to see your hole pulsing for him, leaking, needy. Just like him.

His cock twitches wildly the second you do it for him. Two fingers spreading your pussy open and tensing your hips just to move it closer to the screen for him.

“Is this what you want?” You start, making damn sure he can see every part of your glistening cunt. “You want to fuck this?” You chuckle now, slowly dipping a finger into yourself and pulling it back out to present the wetness for him.

“Oh,” he sighs, now fucking into his fist at a pace that proves he’s most definitely never fucked a woman before. “Fuck.”

You nod at him, urging him to keep admitting his attraction to you. You’re aware he doesn’t see it though, as his hips continue to move quicker and quicker each time you press your finger into yourself.

“You gonna act like this when I’m riding you?” You ask with a tilted head, studying how hard he’s fucking against his hand. You can imagine how good it would feel if it were you, and quite frankly, this one finger isn’t enough at this point.

“God. You’re gonna ride me?” He moans, eyes rolling only slightly as he imagines it, mouth falling open at the mere thought of it.

“Mhm,” you hum, now sliding in another finger and scissoring yourself open with them. “Would you want that?”

Before you can even work yourself up, and before he can even answer that question, you see him release. His cum shooting out in spurts across his stomach and nearly up to his chest. His labored breathing shifts the lighting against his abs and makes him look so entirely delicious. You’ve never wanted to lick a man clean so badly in your life.

You’re not even upset that he didn’t make it into the knitty gritty, considering he’s a virgin and all and you’re literally fucking yourself in front of him while implying riding him. You’re actually flattered.

His release caused him to see white for several moments, forgetting he’s even on camera for you. When he comes back to reality, watching you continue to finger yourself as your eyes scan your screen, all he can do is feel bashful.

“S-shit, sorry,” He comments with a half laugh, looking down at his cum covered chest before looking at you again. Honestly, he could probably go again if you let him watch for a bit longer, but he’s embarrassed now. “I uh, didn’t mean to come that fast. It just kind of happened.”

“It’s okay,” You comfort him, slightly out of breath as you wonder if this is all you’re gonna get tonight. “It was cute.”

After a few moments, you sense his embarrassment and slowly slip yourself back into a sobering headspace, closing your legs and trying to ignore how wet you still are.

“Are you, um, done?” Jake says, disappointed.

“Mm, no.” You smile. “But it’s okay, I’d rather make you come first anyway.”

His face lights up despite the disappointment in his gut of not being able to see you get off.

“You still wanna see me after this?”

You nod with a smile, endeared by his need to give, but inability to do it.

“When are you free?” You ask, wondering if he’s ever going to clean himself up.

“Whenever you are.” He laughs, scratching the back of his head with, once again, the same cum-stained hand.

“I’ll text you later then,” You smile through the screen and give a small wave before your genuine smile turns into a smirk. “After I take care of my little problem though.”

You notice him sitting up in protest, but you hang up with a satisfied laugh and head to the shower to both finish yourself off and clean up.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Grandpa Jake: what about 3pm on thurs?

You: you want to lose your virginity at 3pm….on a thursday???

Grandpa Jake: my parents have plans so ill have the house to myself for a few hours

You: or you could just come here?

Grandpa Jake: if ur comfortable with that? i thought u were supposed to come here lol

You: im comfortable, plus my roommate will kick your ass if you’re weird

Jake contemplates hard on that last part but shrugs over it. Probably a girl thing, and it’s not like he’s an actual creep or anything. You’d be the one with power over him when the two of you are alone anyway.

You: what about tomorrow, 8pm?

Tomorrow. Hell yeah, tomorrow. God, he’d show up right the fuck now if you let him. He may live with his parents but he’s got a car.

Grandpa Jake: send ur address, ill be there :)

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Tomorrow, you’ll be a man.” Heeseung croaks through the speaker at Jake, totally assuming that this whole virginity loss dating app plan was actually just a joke.

“Why do you have to say it that way?” Jake groans back, slapping his hand over his forehead and rubbing his temples. “I didn’t think anyone was actually gonna come through, she’s the first one.”

“What makes you think she’s actually gonna send you her address?” Heeseung laughs, once again placing more pity onto his best friend than anything else. “She’s probably not even a real person, you’re gonna end up at some old guy’s house.”

Jake laughs, or snorts really.

“Oh, she’s real.”

Heeseung sits up in curiosity this time, switching his phone to the other ear with interest.

“Hm? Have you already met her?”

“Kind of. We like, um,” Jake pauses, wondering if he sounds way too excited to tell him or not. “We facetimed a few hours ago.”

Silence.

“She got naked.”

“Oh ho ho!” Heeseung encourages him. “So you guys did some stuff on facetime and she still wants to meet you?”

“That’s what I said–wait,” Jake smiles to himself, about two seconds from kicking his feet before realizing what Heeseung just said. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re kind of a loser, we’ve been over this.” Heeseung laughs yet again. “Call me when you get your cherry popped or whatever.”

Then he hangs up.

Grandpa Jake: do u think im a loser?

You: yeah kinda

You’re laughing at his text as you sit across the table from Jay.

“That him texting?” Jay quirks a brow, watching you smile at your phone and practically ignore him.

You laugh again at Jake’s string of defensive texts before responding with a short “it’s okay, i like losers”, and putting your phone down to finish telling Jay that he’s gonna get kicked out tomorrow for the night.

“So,” You clap your hands in front of yourself, glaring at Jay. “You’re gonna have to be gone tomorrow at eight because I'm about to literally obliterate this guy.”

“Jesus, I’m scared for him.”

“You should be scared for me. Because, well…” You trail off for a second, scrolling up your texts to see the dick pic Jake sent before the facetime call. “He’s huge and–”

“I did not need to know that.” Jay sighs, scooting back in his chair and standing to his feet.

“You act like you don’t ask every time I fuck someone.” You roll your eyes at him, smiling. “Weirdo.”

Jay stands there awkwardly before shrugging and lunging for your phone.

“How big?” He laughs, not actually trying to see the dude’s dick but always way too curious for his own good despite never wanting to be around to hear what the big dicks do to his best friend.

“Stop prying, you’ll get jealous.”

He scoffs, brushing off his pants of invisible dust and crossing his arms.

“I’ll have you know, my dick is perfectly sized.”

“I’m sure it is. Anyway, tomorrow, be gone.”

He nods, sauntering to the living room and flopping down on the couch.

“Keep it in your room, please. I don’t want to sit on any cum when I get home.”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

It’s Thursday. It’s approximately seven in the evening on Thursday and you’re well aware that Jake is probably bubbling with anxiety if his texts are anything to go by.

So many “are you sures,” so many “you can tell me to leave if you decide you don’t want tos,” and even more “i can’t wait to see yous.”

“Jay, aren’t you supposed to be leaving?” You ask, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.

You’ve already showered again today, primped yourself up for him really. Everything smooth, soft, and ready to be touched. You wonder if Jake is doing the same, and smile.

“Hm, yeah. But I kinda wanna see him before I leave.”

You turn your head to him with a curious look, glaring only slightly.

“I swear to god if you scare him off, I’m kicking you out.”

Jay laughs, patting the couch as if to invite you to sit with him to ease your own anxiety. He can smell the familiar lotion you use before dates, and he notes that you’ve really tried to look good today.

“I think you might kill him, if I’m being honest.” Your best friend laughs softly, complimenting you.

“Thanks, that’s the plan.”

And so, the two of you sit together laughing at stupid comedy shows until your phone lights up at around seven thirty.

Grandpa Jake: i’m a little early, is that ok?

“Oh shit, he’s here.” You immediately feel nervous, which is pretty normal for you anyway so it’s easily overlooked by Jay.

He jumps up, brushing off his clothes and walking toward the kitchen to grab his keys and wallet.

“Let him in then, I’ll leave when he gets here.”

You give him a knowing look before nodding.

You: second floor, take a left when you get to the top of the stairs, third apartment on the left.

Within minutes, there’s a very gentle knock on the door and Jay is throwing himself at it to get a look at him. Unfortunately it’s a bit more awkward than he expected it to be.

Not only did Jake think your roommate was a woman, but he, at the very least, expected you to answer the door. He was preparing himself all day for this moment, to knock on your door and have you open it. At first he thought that maybe he even got the wrong apartment.

“Oh, I think I got the wrong place, sorry–”

“Nope, you’re in the right place.” Jay smiles, stepping to the side and opening the door wider for him. “You can come in.”

Jake does, awkwardly. Avoiding eye contact with Jay and barely even looking into the apartment before stepping inside.

“She got all cleaned up for you.” Jay whispers, throwing Jake a wink before stepping out and closing the door behind him.

Jake still hasn’t really looked up from the floor yet, and you make quick work to make him feel more comfortable.

“Don’t mind him, that’s my roommate.” You say, making your way toward him and trying your best not to stare because, okay, wow. He’s kind of ten times more attractive in person, which is fucking insane considering how good he looked through a screen.

“Have you and him ever like…” Jake immediately starts, realizing he might have made things weird.

“Jay?! Oh, god no.” You laugh, reaching for his arm and feeling him lean into it with relief. “You’re allowed to look up by the way. You’ve been staring at that crack in my floor since you got here.”

Immediately Jake moves his eyes up to you, the eye contact feeling more intense than it should, but you’re locked in too. The awkwardness dissolves almost instantly, he feels no need to question you further about anything really, especially with the way he feels his throat run dry at the very idea of this whole plan actually happening at some point.

When he made his profile on that app, it was kind of a half joke until like, people started talking to him. Given, no one ever followed through but you, he’s happy he stuck with it. Happy you came out of the works from said dating app, happy you picked him.

Really though, he picked you. Part of you wonders about why you want to take this from him. For power, for control, to be praised, to feel like you’re his entire world of desire for a brief time? All of those things, yes, but you can admit now that he’s in front of you that it’s a bit intimidating.

He’s not shy at all, just a bit awkward. He seems confident, he seems ready, and you find yourself lucky for being the one to get to do this for him, or with him. If at all, Jake is the type of man you could see yourself hanging out with often, with or without having sex.

Given, upon seeing him face to face for the first time, the only thing you thought about was how attractive he is. Now though, as you look back at him along with the silence of this apartment offering nothing more than awkwardness, it’s not. Because you’re seeing him for all he is and he appears to not be able to help it. Is this what people mean when they say there’s an instant spark between two people? Despite how attractive he is, you find yourself thinking of how many times he’s made you laugh in the short period of time you’ve known him along with how many times he’s willingly embarrassed himself

And now for the first time, he’s right there and all you want to do is…give him exactly what he wants.

“Okay, listen,” You start, swallowing around a lump in your throat as you feel your body heat up at record speed by just having his eyes looking into yours. You know by this point that you’re not going to be keeping your hands to yourself at all. And for his sake, he’d probably prefer it that way. “If I move too fast, just tell me to stop.”

Jake tilts his head with a dopey smile, eyes still fixed on you, scanning you, coming to terms with the fact that you’re absolutely everything he thought you would be and more.

“I don’t think that’s gonna be an issue,” He admits, feeling his length confined within his pants twitch wildly at the fact that this is happening. “I struggled not to get hard just driving over.” He laughs, looking away from you for the first time with flushed cheeks.

You find that painfully adorable. No man would ever admit that to you. Especially after just a few minutes of meeting in person for the first time, but this is Jake and in the short amount of time you’ve known him, you’re kind of expecting him to be really forward and say things that will have you frozen in thought.

“Oh yeah?” You ask, grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen. You’re pretending that his apparent inexperience isn’t getting to you, but you’re not really fooling anyone. “Let’s get you some water or something, I can see you drooling.”

Jake laughs, shrugging because yeah maybe he’s drooling a little bit. You smell fucking immaculate, your hand is small in his but still manages to overpower him, your skin feels soft and slightly cold. Honestly, it’s dangerous just having you stand in front of him right now because he could absolutely blow his load just by you looking at him. Embarrassing? Always.

He follows after you, very nearly crowding up to you as the comfort sets in and the last bit of awkwardness leaves his mind. All he can think about is how you sounded over that facetime call. He’s seen what’s between your legs, and during that night all he could think about was touching you, fucking you.

Now he’s here, and you’re right there.

It’s hard not to crowd up, it’s hard not to cling to you, it’s hard not to be excited. Seeing your hand wrapping around that bottle of water to give to him, seeing you lean just before grabbing it– of course he’s staring. Of course he’s crowding closer, almost to the point that he’s up against your ass when you lean back up from the fridge.

You turn after grabbing him the bottle and are shocked by his close proximity when you face him. He looks down at you with a soft face, one that shows he’s not embarrassed by how he immediately attaches to you. His smile is just as clumsy as he is, you can tell he knows exactly what he’s doing too. You’re glad, because it makes it entirely too easy to drop the water bottle, grab his face, and chase his lips all the way until he’s against the counter and kissing you back.

He sighs instantly into it, wincing at the way the kitchen counter hits his back, you pressing against him so harshly just to get that first taste of his lips. He’s excited that you seem as eager as him, maybe even as desperate as him.

For you, a man has never been this eager just to kiss you, nor has a man ever kissed you this good. You can imagine that he’s probably got a lot of experience in terms of kissing, not much elsewhere though. You can tell by the way he moves his hands to all of the right places, but his blatant virginity shows through all of it as he becomes a horny mess almost instantly.

His tongue is warm and wet, small whining sounds coming from his throat as you press yourself against him briefly. His hands never leave your body and he shows no shame in touching where he wants to touch. Rubbing, groping, and caressing every inch of your waist, ass, and even moving up to your face to deepen the kiss. His hips press forward almost constantly, and all you can do is brace yourself on the counter behind him to try and tame his relentless hips and obvious attempts at rushing what he wants right now.

If you’re going to sleep with him though, he’s gonna get the full experience, not a quickie. Plus, you agreed to keep it in your room for Jay’s sake.

“Hey,” you sigh, trying to pull back from the kiss but he isn’t having it. Still kissing against you and running his lips down to your neck when you continue to speak. “We should go to my room, your first time isn’t about to be in my kitchen.”

“Why not?” He groans against your neck, kissing harshly with faint wet sounds, his hands wrapping tightly around your waist now. “I don’t care where we do it, i just want you like, really bad.”

Still, his lips don’t leave you, nor do his hands. You find yourself giggling against him with a shake of your head at the way he protests when you pry yourself from his grip. Of course, though, he’s immediately clinging to you and chasing after you to your bedroom before practically throwing himself at you again.

You barely get the door closed before he’s pressing you against the wall, hand running down again to your waist and easily snaking up your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin. You let him, enjoying the way he kisses you for just the second time, enjoying more the way you can feel him lose his composure every few minutes from this alone.

You’re kind of in love with the fact that he doesn’t seem to want to pull back even for a breath. He seems to love kissing, and you wonder what else he’ll come to love doing tonight too. From the way he moves his tongue and his lips on you, you can imagine he’d be fucking heavenly at eating pussy.

Successfully you push him away again, rushing to your bed before he can make you melt against his lips for a third time, and you’re instantly trying to present yourself to him much like you did over camera.

“You’re really going to let me?” He asks with a deep breath, brushing his hair out of his face and wiping his mouth. His brain malfunctions at your presumed answer to that question, watching you take your panties and shorts off in one go and leaning back to spread your legs for him.

At this moment, you’re all his and you make it a point to spread your pussy out for him like he asked you to do before. You can practically see his knees buckle that very instant.

“To think I wouldn’t want to do this is insane,” You say, wiggling your hips for him to see. “Look how wet I am.” You pause, studying the hungry look in his eyes. “Do you wanna try eating me out?”

He doesn’t even nod. He’s immediately on his knees against your bed and gripping your thighs to pull you toward his face. You yelp only slightly at the movement, a chuckle coming out shortly after as you sit yourself up properly to take in the image of his eyes sparkling up at you.

It looks like he’s been wanting to do this to someone all his life, with his needy body proving it time and time again. Your breath is caught in your throat, a small groan coming out at the image alone before you’re able to process words again.

“Can’t believe how good you look down there,” You say softly, brushing his hair out of his face for him like he did to himself earlier. “Have you ever done this before?”

He shakes his head, eyes shifting from your pussy to your face. You can feel his nervous yet eager breath against you, making your eyelashes flutter at even that slight sensation.

“Go on then.” You sigh out, trying to prepare for what he can manage with that pretty mouth of his.

You watch him and the way he doesn’t seem to think at all when he does it. Once again, he’s adorable. His tongue goes everywhere, only grazing your clit briefly every few licks, never staying on it presumably because he’s in the process of finding the clit based on how your body reacts.

He has a general idea of where it is, but the feeling of having your pussy spread out like this on his lips alone is enough to overwhelm him with arousal, to the point he genuinely doesn’t know what he’s doing. All he can do is taste and smell the mixture of your warmth along with the soap and lotion you must have used before he came here.

He’s quite literally tasting the entirety of you and loving every second of it. The way his hands grip your legs, both spreading them further open so that he can tilt his head and lick at different angles, and then hugging them to where they almost lock his head in place.

It feels like he does this for ages, learning your body and what makes your legs shake. He sucks in different places, kissing your entire pussy to the point that it’s almost impossible for your legs not to shake in a reaction at what he’s doing to you.

Dare you say, a man who is inexperienced at eating a woman out somehow feels better than one who knows exactly where to go.

“Fuck, knew you’d be good at this,” You compliment with a shaky voice, reaching down to his hair and holding his head in place. “Keep licking there, and use your fingers too.”

He hums without stopping, taking note of where you place his lips and reminding himself that this is the clit, just as suspected. He attaches his lips there, kissing it much like he kissed you in the kitchen.

You can feel his fingers make their way into you shortly after, each bump of his knuckle sending a delicious sensation throughout your body. You’re tingling from your head to your toes at this point and your face heats up beyond what you thought it would. Your hips move on their own in response, experimentally fucking against his fingers as he keeps his tongue flicking at you.

“Just like that,” You encourage him, running your hands through his hair and looking down at him. Seeing his head move with each little thrust of your hips is only more arousing in this moment. His eyes half open, watching you, tasting you, almost smiling around your clit when he makes eye contact with you.

It almost seems like he’s asking if he’s doing well, and goddamn is he. He’s doing amazing.

“So good,” You say shortly, trying to give him the praise he needs while scratching against his scalp as a thank you, still fucking your hips up just to feel his fingers plunge deeper.

He, on the other hand, is fucking feral right now. Tasting you, dipping his fingers into you, feeling that warmth for the first time, the small clenches— he’s swimming in a fantasy. Every time you move your hips up, he can smell the entirety of you, he can feel your pussy squeeze his fingers, and god. He doesn’t think he ever wants this to end.

All day. He could do this all fucking day. No wonder men make fun of other guys for not giving head. Why wouldn’t they? He can feel your legs tensing up around his head, your gentle fingers running through his hair, the sounds coming from your lips. He’s in love, he’s in love.

He doesn’t stop, tongue flicking your clit so beautifully, fingers slowly fucking in and out of you, not even in time with your jerking hips. Shockingly, you approach orgasm so fucking fast that you can barely warn him, you’re not even thinking when you put pressure on his head, pressing his lips so harshly against your clit— his moan sending a vibration straight through you.

“Faster, with your fingers—“ You choke out in a drawn out and pornographic moan, curling your toes and feeling him do exactly as you say.

There, you release with his fingers plunging in and out of you, the wet sound of your pussy only sounding more messy by the time you begin to release. In the midst of it all, you feel him pull his lips from your clit and lick around his fingers before coming back up and continuing his ministrations, working you through an orgasm you’re not even sure he knows you’re having right now.

Insane, really, that he needed to taste the messy relief before resuming.

Strings of curses, little tugs against his hair, legs shaking, all of it happens at once until the feeling of his fingers become sensitive inside of you, until his tongue is flicking a bundle of nerves begging to be left alone.

You swat him away with a smile, leaning up quickly and grabbing him by the shirt.

He doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on but he laughs with you, being pulled to his feet and falling onto the bed on top of you. You can feel his cock in his pants, so fucking hard, probably leaking and feeling quite neglected.

“Did you…?” He asks softly, dipping his head shyly with his wet chin shining in the light of your room.

You smile at him, leaning up to kiss him square on the mouth before you flip him over and get between his legs.

“I did,” You laugh in a daze, starting to work on his button and zipper. You’re reeling from the recent orgasm and want nothing more than to let him feel the same way you do right now. “And now, I'm gonna do the same for you.”

He chokes out a nervous laugh, holding your hand in place from pulling his pants down.

“Unless, you don’t want that?” You ask, tilting your head with a bit of a frown.

“N-No! It’s not that!” He reassures you, cheeks flushing more than they already were. “It’s just that– like, what if I don’t last very long? I’m kind of sensitive.”

His eyes avoid yours when he says it and once again, most adorable man award goes to fucking Jake.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing?” You lean forward, kissing him again. “You just gave me some of the best head in my life.”

The light in his eyes returns and instantly he’s flashing a nervous smile at you.

“Jake, I’ve never gotten off that fast from being eaten out.” You reassure him again, making a point to use his name loud and clear. “If you don’t get off from me sucking your cock, I might actually cry.”

Well, he can’t have that now, can he?

He releases your grip on his jeans, allowing you to pull them down. For some reason unable to look at you despite knowing you’ve seen him jerk off before. It’s the fact that like, what if it’s suddenly not big enough? What if his cock is ugly or curved in a way you don’t like?

Before he can even start to doubt himself more, he feels your lips on the tip and instantly his eyes are looking down at you. You’re the one smiling now, using one hand to hold his base and the other hand already scooping up his balls for added pleasure.

You make a point to look him in the eye as you let the saliva collect in your mouth when you pull back slightly. There, you let it fall from the tip of your tongue, all the way until you feel the wetness against your fingers wrapped around his base.

He thinks he’s going to go fucking insane watching you like this, and god, does he. You don’t even show him your struggle of taking in the sheer size of him. Lowering your mouth until you’re taking him in as much as you can. You try to keep eye contact up until you have to close your eyes.

It’s not shocking that by the point you get half of his length into your mouth, he’s fucking up without full intention and letting out a choked apology. Still, you try to force your stretched lips to smile for him, even through the gag, even through the harsh feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

How the fuck has a cock this good not been worshiped before? By a mouth? A hand? A pussy? You’ll be damned not to choke on it. You’d rather eat glass than to let him leave this apartment without being completely emptied and praised for every drop.

He’s actually struggling already not to come, holding himself back but failing each time his hips chase the warmth of your throat. Each time you gag, it stimulates the fuck out of his cock and he nearly wants to cry each time it happens. Even with that other girl who went down on him, she didn’t even attempt to fit this much in her mouth. Most of the pleasure came from her hand jerking him off while she suckled against his head, but you. You’re down there, slipping your mouth up and down on him like that, gagging, tearing up, and still fucking smiling about it.

He’s in love.

He holds his hands back at least, keeping them against your sheets and gripping them so hard that he fears he’s ripping through them. Everything feels hot, you look hot, you sound hot, your tongue still manages to move against the base of his cock with what little room it does have, and god– your other hand, massaging his balls.

“Wait, wait wait–” Jake groans, fucking his hips into your mouth once again until you pull off with a concerned look.

“Were my teeth hurting you?” You ask, gasping a bit for air.

“No!” He heaves out with fluttering lashes, trying to regain sanity. “I was just getting really close.”

“Hm?” You sigh in disappointment, this time going all in at once and not letting yourself stop until he’s releasing into your mouth.

You feel his shaking fingers brush your cheek when you do it, hollowing it out just to fit more, more, more into your mouth before lapping your tongue against his base again.

His groaning turns into frantic moans, his hips jerking wildly, unable to escape the clenching muscles of your gagging throat, and he’s honestly in heaven once again.

“Ah–wait–fuck.” He tries to protest, not wanting to finish so quickly, but there it goes. There he goes.

Never in his life has he felt an orgasm so satisfying. His eyes roll back and his fingers go numb when he releases, pumping himself deep into your throat and not stopping until he’s dizzy. The fact that you kept your mouth on him through it, the fact that he could still feel you gagging, swallowing, and moaning all at once through it– how?

“How–” he takes a breath, pulling you off of him so you can breathe. “How did you do that?”

You shrug with a confident smile, wiping your tears and crawling up to meet his face.

“I don’t normally do that for guys.” You say with a rasp in your voice. “I certainly don’t just swallow for anyone.”

He feels special, and fucking spent but god does he want to keep going. His softening cock twitching in a relieving way, probably glad to have finally been touched by something other than his own hand. Part of him wonders if you’re done though, because by now you’ve both gotten off and usually that’s the end goal, right?

But he hasn’t lost his virginity yet, and when he looks at you hovering above him, he already knows you’re not done with him.

“We need to let you rest until you can get hard again,” You say, kissing him more easily than before and letting him taste himself, letting you taste yourself mixed with him. “What’s something you wanna do to get you back into the game?”

He sighs out a laugh, fucking amazed that you’re his first. How lucky is that? He thinks hard, watching the way you lift your shirt off of yourself. God, he forgot tits existed for a solid part of this day and that’s a shame because instantly his sensitive cock throbs at the image of them coming into view.

You watch him stare, trailing your hands down and lifting his shirt off of him as well.

“I– I don’t even know at this point.” He admits with a stammer, ignoring the fact that his hair is definitely sticking up all over from you taking his shirt off of him.

“I’ll just love on you while you think, then.”

He gives a short nod, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside at the way your gentle hands caress his chest and abs before you start kissing against the muscles and soft skin there.

He relaxes his body, feeling your hands and lips on him. You were right when you said you’d love on him as he thinks about it. The hard part of it is actually thinking about what’s going to get him harder the fastest. You doing this could be enough, but your tits. And fuck, your pussy.

He lets out a whine, one that feels entirely out of character and it causes you to pause your gentle kiss against his nipple and pull back.

“Already?”

He shakes his head, staring straight at your chest and then down to what's between your legs.

“I want to, um…” He shifts his eyes away from you. “Can I eat you out again?”

That’s new. Twice in one session?

“Oh yeah? Did that get you going?”

You receive a small nod from him before his hands are reaching out for your tits and warming them up.

You relax into the feeling of his fingers on your chest only for a moment before you pull back again, this time adjusting yourself onto the bed face down, ass up in front of him. Might as well try a bunch of different positions for him too, right?

“Whenever you’re ready.” You sigh, already grabbing a pillow to hug through this.

You can feel the bed shift behind you, the weight of his body dipping right behind you before you feel his warm breath against your core. Only now do you realize that you already missed the way he ate you out the first time, you can barely contain yourself knowing he’s going to do it again.

His hands snake between your legs before his lips get any closer, spreading them before pulling his hand back up and spreading your pussy open with his fingers on his own this time.

“It’s really the prettiest.” He says in a clear and shaking voice, watching the way your hole pulses at the air that hits it. “And I've watched a lot of porn.”

You’d tell him to shut up, but you’re not gonna because it’s cute how forward he is with his thoughts. If anything, he’s treating you right now by doing this, so he can say whatever he fucking wants right now.

“Yeah? You just gonna stare at it?” You try to urge him, and it works.

Because of course it works.

You do your best to contain any rising orgasm, solely because you don’t want to spend yourself before you actually let him inside of you in full. But goddamn, he’s just as eager now as he was the first time…if not more.

He thinks back to the things he did before, mimicking that and hitting all of the perfect spots without fail. Still, you hold back, pushing and pulling yourself away and toward him just to feel his tongue chase. He eventually holds you in place against him, big hands holding you firmly against his face with a bit of force. And now? He’s licking you deeper than you’ve ever been licked before. It’s a different kind of sensation, and the way he groans into it is entirely too much for you right now.

You need more, you want more. You want all of him by now, so aroused by every touch, breath, and moan that it’s becoming unbearable to just be eaten out. The thought that he’s doing this to get himself hard again is flooring, and the feeling of his fingers replacing his tongue much like before is intense.

After just that one time, he knows exactly how to make you cum this way and it’s dangerously attractive to realize that. He goes straight for it too, pulling back to watch his fingers slip into you up to the knuckle.

He hums out a rumbled moan at the sound of your cunt squelching around his fingers. So wet. More wet than any of the girls in the porn he’s watched for years. You’re dripping around his fingers, and the smacking sound is so fucking arousing to him.

And yeah, he can’t reach your clit with his mouth this time so he thinks hard about how to fix this little dilemma and you’re floored even more by the fact that he solves problems without questioning. You feel his fingers leave you and land on your clit, and right then you feel his tongue again, just as deep, licking into you and all over you.

The sound of your pussy amplifies when it’s against his tongue, and honestly, he could cum right now if he really wanted to. Already he’s hard again, but god feeling you, hearing you, seeing you like this for him? For some guy who has never once been able to give a girl his all like this?

He’s so focused on you.

Which for you, is a bit of an issue because he’s really not going to let you hold it in, he’s going to have you fucking unravelling again and it’s too good. Thankfully, when you try to lift to look behind yourself, you take note of his other hand working himself.

He’s hard again, and god knows how long he’s been doing that.

You pull your body away from him quickly to let your rising orgasm subside, his protesting moan doing nothing but heating your body up more when you flip over and watch him.

“You were really just going to get me off again and not try to fuck me yet?”

He looks down at himself and then back at you, smiling and running his hand through his hair.

“I like doing it, I wanted to see if I could make you–”

“You absolutely could have but I’m going to be honest,” You start, interrupting him and pulling yourself up to crawl over him. “If you’re ready, I’d like to live up to my promise.”

His eyes are much sharper than they were before when you say those words. This is actually it. He would have been perfectly happy just eating you out, getting head himself, or whatever. Over and over again. Any and all of it is better than being in his room alone, but you’re really–

“Really?” He asks, knowing full well the answer..

“Lay back, get comfortable,” You instruct with deep breaths, scooting up the bed with him, keeping yourself planted on his legs despite the discomfort. “You still want me to ride you, yeah?”

He nods almost frantically, landing his hands on your tits without hesitation and groping them in a blatant show of how ready he’s managed to get himself for this.

Not that you want to rush, but you’re so fucking turned on by this point, the only thing you want is to be filled by him. His is cock likely bigger than any you’ve taken before, and to be fair, you don’t even care if you’re the desperate one at this point. You’ve almost forgotten he’s a virgin.

“Wait,” He stops you when you slide over his cock, bare pussy coating his length in a languid grind. “Oh, fuck, wait- no,” He breathes in a sharp breath and grips your hips. ”Do that again.”

You smile at his frantic thoughts pouring from his lips, sliding against him again, and again, up until he’s leaning forward and attaching his lips to one of your nipples and suckling against it hard.

You groan as you grind, feeling the head of his now, fully hard, cock bumping against your previously stimulated clit. He groans with you, almost at the exact same time but continues to try and leave his mark on you. In love with finally getting your tits in his mouth, your pussy on his cock, and most of all, in love with the fact that you’re not laughing at him for any of it. You seem to melt into it much like he does and he can’t help but want to email the creator of that fucking app and personally thank them for this.

You rub yourself against him until it’s even more unbearable than before. By now, you’ve completely soaked his length and he’s completely soaked your chest in saliva and tiny swollen bite marks. Not that you mind the biting, his little rumbled grow-like moans only made this all the more arousing.

“Ready?” You finally sigh out, deliberately grinding against him slowly now, with almost your entire weight behind the grinds.

He groans out a “please” before immediately gripping your hips and stopping you. Pulling his head back so hard and so quickly– he kind of forgot to unlatch from your nipple and it sends a sharp pain throughout your body, one that only makes you want to ride him hard. Right now.

“Hold on, there’s a condom in the pocket of my jeans–”

“Okay, and?” You laugh, sliding forward again and grinding your clit against him. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”

He looks at you, his sharp eyes falling back into the sparkling doe eyes as his mouth falls open at the very idea that he gets to hit is fucking raw for the first time?

“Unless you’re lying, and you’re not really a virgin?”

He’s quick to silence your doubt. He’s 100% never had his cock inside of anything other than his own palm and– malfunction. He’s blank again, staring up at you and wincing at the feeling of you pleasuring yourself on top of him.

“Please?” He manages to get out, gripping your hips so tightly by now that he’s sure it’s hurting you.

You smile, humming at him when you lift from him, standing on your knees to grab his cock and position him in the right place.

“You sure you want it too?” You ask, only now realizing that you’re genuinely about to take a man’s virginity, and it’s only fair that you give him one last time to decide if he wants you to take it from him. Despite how turned on you are, and regardless of how badly you want to fuck him, it’s not right to just do it without making him really think about it.

“Fuck, yes.” His fingers tighten against you, his eyes squeeze shut, and his voice comes out as frantic and quite frankly, a bit annoyed. “Just do it already.”

You can’t help but smile at him when you do. Lowering yourself slowly on him and feeling the stretch of it. His face is something that you don’t think you’ll ever forget. He appears to be lost in it, eyes rolling back, his chest heaving, his teeth showing through a half-smile as he moans out at the sensation.

He can’t get over how warm it is inside of you, the constant clenching of your pussy dragging along his entire length. He can’t help it when he moans, he doesn’t care that his voice cracks, or that it sounds like a pathetic sob.

By the time you bottom out and sit like that for a moment, you almost feel like he’s the one who needs to adjust. Of course, you’re needing this moment to adjust too but god– just watching him makes you that much more wet and it’s insane how into him you are right now. As if you haven’t been since you started talking to him.

“Feels good?” You ask, involuntary clenching around his size, letting out a small sigh yourself at the feeling of his leaking cock inside of you.

He hums at you and then takes in a deep breath before fully opening his eyes again and looking at you. Technically, he’s no longer a virgin now. It’s fucking happening, and you’re hot? So fucking hot? You feel so good? You smell so good. You sound so fucking good.

Everything is overwhelmingly good, all he can do now is press his hips up and instantly moan out at the new feeling.

You take that as an invitation to absolutely obliterate him, much like you knew you would. So, you do. Lifting yourself up and sliding him almost entirely out of you before sinking down again.

His hands shoot to your waist, then he lifts slightly to grab your ass from behind you, and then he flops himself back– seemingly unable to know what the fuck to do with himself at this feeling.

You opt to grab his hands, intertwining your fingers with his and holding them above his head, all so you can lay chest to chest with him, lips right at his neck. You start kissing, riding him so smoothly and doing nothing but listening to his little sounds that he tries to keep inside.

“You’re really cute, you know that?” You whisper against his ear, kissing there too before pulling back to look at his face.

That half-smile never leaves his face, and his fingers squeeze against yours so tightly that you actually start to worry that he may break them. Thankfully, he begins to relax after a few minutes. Adjusting to the overwhelming pleasure and now losing himself to the arousal rather than fighting it.

You nearly squeak when you feel him release your hands and grab your face, pulling you up to him as he kisses you mindlessly. Breathlessly, moaning into your mouth all while moving his own hips now. You can feel him jerk his hips, imagining how he fucked his hand through facetime. This is better than that.

You prop to stand up on your knees, offering him the space to fuck you as hard as he’d like, and god. It’s hard. It’s deep, and it’s so clumsy. No rhythm, no thought behind it at all, you can fucking tell he’s purely running on adrenaline as he plunges into you.

He’s actually going so hard, that your moans sound more pained than pleasurable, but that’s not the case at all. You actually can’t stop moaning, it’s just the fact that each time he slams into you, your throat lets out a broken sound.

For a moment, you think you can actually hear him unintentionally growl against your slack lips as he does it. Already he’s lasted longer than you thought he would, especially without a condom, and you’re so fucking impressed by it.

You slide your hand between your bodies, easily rubbing your own clit and drying out your throat even more with the consistent loud moans of how good he’s doing. After a few moments though, his hips stutter and you take that as a sign that you should take over again.

“I don’t know how the fuck you’re doing this to me,” You laugh out of pity for yourself, “I really thought I could last longer than this.”

He barely hears you through his ringing ears and rapid heartbeat, but he chuckles at the compliment. Feeling like he must be doing something right to have a woman say that to him. There’s one issue. He’s about two thrusts from cumming again and he will be damned to ruin this for you.

You take over, riding him harshly and rubbing your clit even harder. He takes a moment to try and distract himself from how good your pussy feels clenching him and takes it upon himself to bite down hard against his tongue. Something to hurt enough to keep his orgasm from bubbling over, but also not something so awful that he’d lose his arousal entirely.

You continue, pushing yourself back up from him and watching the way he tries to focus on anything but what’s happening. You ride deliberately to get him off though, knowing that the second he does, you’ll let yourself go too. He doesn’t seem to be picking up the hints.

“Are you close?” You ask, out of breath and riding him so consistently that it’s becoming more and more difficult to hold your own orgasm. “Let it go, do it with me–”

Instantly, you hear him whimper out a moan as he releases the bite on his tongue. Shooting himself forward and hugging you so tightly that the pressure of your fingers against your clit is entirely unbearable.

“Oh, god. I’m–” You start, moaning against his hair as he hugs against you.

He’s so fucking relieved, already releasing into you as you say those words. All he can do is breathe through it, feeling your pussy pulse around him as he continues to empty himself into you.

It’s entirely too intense, his ears popping and heart threatening to send him to a hospital. Never did he think having sex was this intense.

Little does he know… it’s not. But even you, for some reason, find yourself wondering why the fuck that was so good.

By the time you pull yourself off of him, both of you wincing and trying to ignore the mixture of cum running down your legs, all you can do is look at him with curiosity.

He can barely open his eyes to look back at you, but he tries, he really does.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

He’s not going home tonight. Of course he’s not. Like, how fucking rude would it be to take his virginity and send him on his way? Absolutely the fuck not.

In fact, you made him some food, wobbling on spent legs throughout the kitchen as he lays on his death bed in your room. (He’s being dramatic.)

All he can do is listen to the sounds of you in the other room and think hard about how he just felt. Physically, it was a lot. Surely if sex is like that all the time, he’d rather not do it as often as Heeseung does. Honestly, his sanity would be at stake.

But like, you’re kind of amazing. Given, the two of you barely know each other past lame texts and bullying each other. Physically, you know him more than any other woman and that’s a block he didn’t think would be an issue until it became one.

You made him cum twice. And he thinks you did too, unless you’re lying just to make him feel better. There’s no way you didn’t feel the intensity of that though. There’s no way your wobbling legs were lying to him when you got up and told him you wanted to have a snack before bed.

There’s no way you would let him sleep over if you didn’t feel the same way he does right now.

And by the time you’re back, handing him a plate of food, he can’t help but believe that nothing will ever taste as good as you.

The thing is, that’s one of the main reasons you did this. To be praised, to have a man think you’d be the best he will ever have until he eventually meets someone else and they do better than you did. Now though, you feel weird.

This is a one night stand. A charity-fuck, as it still stands at least.

“So,” You start, taking a bite of your food still as naked as can be regardless of how stupid it must look to be eating in a cum-soaked bed like this. “I guess you should change your bio in the app now.”

He looks at you, and then at his food.

“Yeah, I guess I should…”

“I’ll help you fix your age on it. Now that you know what you’re doing with a woman and all.”

It’s silent for a minute.

“Is it too forward if I say that I’d rather just delete the app and keep calling you?”

Thank fuck Jake is forward and embarrassing with it. You’re not ready to give up the single life but on the other hand, after that, you’re not exactly ready to share him with other women just yet either. If he wants to attach himself for a while, you’re going to let him. Purely because, like, look at him. Everything is endearing, and when he’s not being adorable he’s just being fucking hot.

Maybe you will be ready to give up the single life if it’s with Jake.

You nod with a smile, wondering if he expects you to delete the app too. Because you’re not so sure about that, but also you think you probably would if he asks with those stupid doe eyes.

Strangely enough, he doesn’t even ask. He just starts eating the food with a content look on his face. Sweat having dried up but left his hair a mess, his skin is glowing– you think…oh no. Why are you looking at him like this?

“Hey, I should probably call Jay and tell him not to come home until late tomorrow or something.”

Jake nods, lifting his eyes to you and watching you take your phone out.

“I should call my friend too, he told me to let him know when I get my cherry popped.”

You snort at him with a laugh right as Jay answers the phone, and honestly, you’d rather listen to Jake’s friend than Jay whining about having to spend even more time with his overbearing parents.

“Hey Jay, don’t come home 'til I call you tomorrow, bye.” You say quickly before hanging up.

Instantly you’re setting your plate on your table and launching yourself at Jake and his phone.

“Put him on speaker.”

Jake does just that, laughing at Heeseung’s reaction when he hears you speak rather than his best friend over the line.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

#enhypen smut #jake smut #jake sim smut #jaeyun smut #sim jaeyun smut #enha smut

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stitchthelilo · 3 months

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what if pets had tumblr? you could even call it… petblr?! (this is very self indulgent)

just a quick warning, there will be unreality stuff in this, stay safe ^^

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🐈‍⬛ orangekittylover Follow

i hate people who call orange cats dumb like bffr that’s an EXTREMELY harmful stereotype and you should be ashamed

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username checks out

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why do i hear something clawing at the wall

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👑 goldenkitty Follow

me to the cats who don’t get the expensive shit (my parents actually love me)

🌑 gothcatqueen Follow

GIRL.. LITERALLY ALL CAT FOOD IS EXPENSIVE 💀

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the difference is mine is actually good

#bitches wanna be like me fr

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DON’T ACT AS IF WE DON’T SEE THAT TAG, NOBODY WANTS TO BE LIKE YOU!! someone humble this kitten already.. probably the runt of the litter 💀💀

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that’s a bit too far.

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🐴 fastestmare Follow

prepping for a race, wish me luck yall

🐎 imevenfaster Follow

i hope you lose so bad they throw you a pity party

🐴 fastestmare Follow

WHAT THE FUCK

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🛑 petinfo101 Follow

Signs of a Human trying to TRICK YOU!

1. Line of treats, humans tend to use this to lure you into carriers or anything of the sorts.

🍊 zerobraincells Follow

i wish i saw this sooner.

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🐔 cluckinallnight Follow

to whoever is making that racket right outside of the barn… stop, i’m trying to sleep

🐺 hungryforchicken Follow

🐔 cluckinallnight Follow

your username concerns me

🐔 cluckinallnight Follow

like.. a lot. SHOULD I BE MOVING TO AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT FARM??

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WHAT NO STAY HERE I NEED MY DINNER

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❄️ babyitscoldoutside Follow

UGHHHH MY OWNER SWITCHED ME BACK TO DRY FOOD…… WHY EVEN GIVE ME WET FOOD IF YOU ARE JUST GONNA TAKE IT AWAY?? IT’S LITERALLY JUST TORTURE

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NO BUT EXACTLY BRO WHY CAN’T I KEEP EATING IT????????????

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it makes me angry.

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username checks out

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if you don’t stfu right now i’ll give you the same fate as your father

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MY BAD? 😨

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your owners stop doing that??

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🐇 grasseater Follow

just built a new burrow!!

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let me just.. change my username real quick

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you know what they say, it’s rabbit season!!!

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IT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO RABBIT SEASON ITS JANUARY

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every month is rabbit season for me :)

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i swear to dog why do humans make us chihuahuas have such a bad reputation?? WE DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING, YOU ARE THE ONES WHO PROVOKED US AND MADE US GET HOSTILE!

🐈‍⬛ orangekittylover Follow

i can relate, humans say black cats are "bad luck"

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aw i’m so sorry :(

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hey how about we talk more in dms?

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i’d like that :3

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finally a wholesome moment on here for once

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#unreality #tw unreality #cw unreality #fakeposting #fake post #dashboard simulator #fake dashboard #self indulgent #like EXTREMELY self indulgent #long post #kinda #petblr

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touyasdoll · 2 years

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🇵🇺🇧🇱🇮🇨 🇮🇳🇩🇪🇨🇪🇳🇨🇾

pairing: Hanta Sero x f!reader

warnings: public sex (dressing room), exhibitionism, cervix fucking, choking, mirror sex, mild degradation, biting, creampie. he’s kind of a bully, but it’s sexy. he loves you, okay? he’s just a horny little shit.

basically: your boyfriend tags along on your shopping trip to have some fun with you in the dressing room.

You bring Sero along to shop with you and your bestie. He says he just wants to hang out with you both, take the opportunity to get to know them better, y’know?

But you know that he has an ulterior motive.

It doesn’t become apparent until the door to your dressing room opens and he slips inside, closing the door behind him and bringing his index finger to his lips to signal his need for your silence. You narrow your eyes, because you have a pretty good idea what he’s up to, but he also knows that you’re not going to do anything to stop him.

Of course, you don’t, because not two minutes later you have your palms pressed to the wall and his cock rubbing between your thighs. He hisses in anticipation, barely able to hang on long enough to drag the fat head of his dick against your folds to tease the both of you. It’s got to be his favorite part. Hearing the little gasp from your mouth and feeling your juices start to leak onto his already weeping tip while he fights every primal urge in his body to just sink into you already.

It’s like the high you get just as you’re approaching the highest point of the roller coaster. Creeping ever closer to a screaming good time, feeling the knots in the pit of your stomach wind tighter with the promise of adrenaline and pleasure.

And then there’s the tipping point. When he slides into you, glides straight into your snug, slick walls and starts snapping his hips. You almost wish that he’d take it easy for once, but no such luck. He’s aiming to kiss your cervix with every thrust, bullying your poor, abused cunt with no regard for the grandmother trying on church clothes in the stall beside you. He adores watching you struggle to contain yourself, clasping your hand over your mouth to keep all those lewd, lascivious noises from spilling out into the open air.

He doesn’t even cut you some slack when your friend returns with that top you wanted to try in another size. He does reach for the door though, threatening to offer your friend a peek at exactly what it is you’re trying on for size. You can see the amused smirk on his face in the mirror attached to the back of the door and he can feel the way you gush around him at the thrill of potentially being caught.

“What’s a’matter, baby?” He drapes himself over your back to whisper in your ear, his breath hot as his long digits reach around to wrap around your throat.

He doesn’t squeeze, not yet, because for Hanta it’s all about the build up, the promise of something more thrilling to come.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it. Your pussy’s practically soaking the front of my jeans,” he chuckles, teeth running along the shell of your ear before before he nibbles on your lobe. “You want ‘em to see, don’t cha? Want your little friend to bear witness to the way I’m stretching you out.”

Your friend, who is still just on the other side of that door waiting for you to respond and wondering what in the hell is taking so long. They call your name again and it takes every last ounce of strength that you have to reply.

“Sorry. I’ll grab it in a sec,” you lie, barely getting the words out before you’re shuddering, knees growing weaker by the second. You clear your throat. “Just let me get decent real quick.”

At that, Hanta laughs. A near silent snicker against your shoulder. “Decent girls don’t take dick in dressing rooms,” he whispers huskily, nipping at your skin as his throat thrums with a deep, low groan that you feel more so than you hear.

“If you’re not gonna let me show you off,” he murmurs as he finally begins applying pressure to either side of your neck. “Will you let me cum inside you?”

He nuzzles the tip of his nose against the space between your neck and shoulder, his tone noticeably softer and sweeter as he approaches his release. He grins against your neck as your walls start tightening and places a kiss to your nape.

“M’gonna make you see stars and then I wanna see you walking around with my cum inside you all day. S’that okay with you, baby?”

It’s all you can do to nod while you crest over that peak. Your eyes shut tight and you bite down on the inside of your cheek, pressing your hand tighter to your mouth to hopefully smother any sounds that might slip free.

He revels in it, watches in amazement as you fall apart on his cock and struggle to hold yourself together. He thinks that you should appreciate the sight too, so he gives your throat a little squeeze and leans in to tell you to, “Open your eyes, gorgeous. Look at how pretty you are.”

You obey, eyes fluttering open to watch as he continues driving his hips into you, hitting that spot that has your vision blurry and comical stars floating around your now empty head.

His own eyes close a moment later as he fills you up and you watch the sheen of sweat on his face glisten in the harsh glow of the fluorescents. You’re so satisfied that you really aren’t quite sure how long it’s been that your friend’s been knocking on the door.

likes, comments, & reblogs are very much appreciated! <3

#sero x reader #hanta x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #tw exhibitionism #mha x reader #tw public sex #tw choking #tw degradation #tw biting #hanta sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #sero smut

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shiftingconfessions · 15 days

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i wish more people where open about how ableist the shifting community can be tbh....

some if it's small, petty things like people shifting to DRS with disabilities they don't have here for the "aesthetic" (amputated/prosthetic limbs, partial blindness, scarring, etc) or purposely going to DR's where a canonically disabled character is no longer disabled. & like yeah, these things can be a little annoying but its not a big deal at all.

what IS an issue is refusing to accept that certain disabilities can make shifting difficult. what's also an issue is straight up denying the fact disability is real because shifting exists!!

like, trying to enter the void state is damn near impossible if you have chronic pain. trying to meditate when you have consistent jolts of pain bringing you out of your mind is hard! meditating with adhd is hard! & it shouldn't be hard, because im sure there are other methods, but no one seems to know about them or share them. instead, when scrolling through shifting tags looking for advice, i only see some variation of "there's no real reason you can't shift! stop making excuses, shifting is easy." i know its easy. at least, i know it would be easy if you could give some sort of tutorial or guide besides regurgitating the same 5 methods we've all already heard. im not even really angry that other people don't seem to have answers, that would be hypocritical. i don't have answers either! i've been looking, ive been getting there, but i still don't have an answer yet. i just wish more people admitted they don't have all the answers sometimes.

also... ive seen way too many people saying some form of "im grateful for shifting because i know i'll never become disabled!" or "if you have the right mindset, you can't ever get cancer!" or even "you can manifest your disability away!" I really, really, really hope i don't have to explain why all of these statements are false, not to mention how harmful & cruel they are.

Take this as someone who got cancer after praying to God nightly that i wouldn't. i wasn't immune, or an exception. as gently as i can possibly say this, neither are you. If you are in this reality, unexplainable & unfair illness, death, & tragedy can strike any time. I believed wholeheartedly (or one could say assumed) that my nightly prayers would keep me safe from illness, & I still developed cancer. I did not manifest it, nor did I manifest me recovering. It was probably just rotten luck. im not rambling about this to try & spark fear that you may get cancer too- you're gonna be fine. i just want to offer insight into other peoples lives & how very much not a choice disability is. Shifting is an amazing, infinite thing, but please do not be cruel. please don't forget compassion & humility.

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting realities #desired reality #shifting community #shifting #shiftcourse

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auteurdelabre · 4 months

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Bravo, Take a Bow! Part 3 Dieter Bravo x f!Reader

story summary: As a struggling actress you’re amazed when you land a role in an indie film you’re dying to be a part of. What you’re not expecting is to develop feelings for your mega famous and often exasperating co-star Dieter Bravo.

tags: Soft!Dieter, Masturbation (f),

rating: 18+ (for future chapters)

Series masterlist

Part 3 - The Table Read

The contact negotiations are over several weeks later and you have officially been hired on by the production. You're being paid a decent amount but not anywhere near to what outsiders assume film actors make. It'll be enough for rent for the rest of the year plus enough for a decent down payment on a new car as this one is getting older with frequent replacements being needed.

The real hope is that this role will springboard into a career. One where you can count on the money, even if it's not in the millions. Just enough to keep you going, enough to get you sponsorship deals and able to buy a house. Enough fame to parlay it into a decent career. Enough that people won't have to ask what you do, they'll know who you are.

You're sitting on your sofa reading "An Actor Prepares" when there's a screech from Carlee's room. You flinch but assume that this is another OnlyFans fulfillment. But then her bedroom door bursts open and she's shoving her phone into your face. The headline is from TMZ and has a photo of an irritated looking Dieter walking to his car.

Dieter Bravo signs on for untitled domestic drama.

"So he's officially hired on," you say trying to sound casual. "Cool."

Carlee gives you a light punch to the arm before tracing her long pink nail under the headline.

Co-star is relative unknown and lists your name. Actually seeing your name there in black and white gives you an instant thrill. You let out a small shriek and throw your book to the ground excitedly.

"I wasn't allowed to say anything!" You insist when Carlee shoves you, your cheeks flushed happily. "I could have been sued!"

"I can't believe you got it," Carlee says and you hug her when you see her lash line is wet.

Your brother is similarly affected when you call him later that night after texting him the article. You can hear Jack getting choked up on the other end of the line.

"Finally they see what we did all along," he insists.

Your nephews insist on talking over each other in excitement asking when you're gonna be on the TV. You just tell them they'll have to go to the movie theatres next year to see you and they all burst out cheering.

Filming starts in two weeks which is just enough time to tell "That Place" who wishes you good luck and laments that they'll miss you.

You've invited a few of the girls from the restaurant to the bar, all of them over the moon and excited to see your success. Charlotte is taking care of her grandkids but when you'd arrived for your shift there was a bouquet of Daisy's from her garden waiting for you.

Now you're all huddled around a table, shots raised in the air.

"To Hollywood!"

Shots are thrown back, selfies taken. Dancing is brief because you fucking hate dancing, but you still attempt it, feeling good with the liquor going through your veins.

As a handsome man comes to deliver what is your sixth or seventh round, Carlee surges forward informing him that the drinks should be comped because:

"SHE'S GONNA BE FAMOUS! SHE'S DIETER BRAVO'S NEW COSTAR!"

"Shut up!" You call out to her, blushing furiously when the server hands you your drink with a charming smile.

"In that case this round is on me."

"You don't have to do that!" You insist, your face flaming.

"My pleasure," he says, winking and sauntering away.

The girls collapse into laughter around the table as you watch him leave. You feel tipsy and happy, that sweet spot behind drowsy will come for you.

Carlee excuses herself to go dance with a tall blonde man and you watch her go, always amazed at how natural she looks in any scenario.

"What's he like? Dieter Bravo?" Tiffany asks, her eyes glazed. "He seems fucking nuts."

You think back to his supportive words. His professionalism. The way he rescued you in that last scene when you felt yourself unraveling.

"He's much chiller in person," you observe thoughtfully. "He was really nice actually."

He kisses nice.

You think back to that chemistry read. The way that Dieter backed you against that kitchen counter. The way his mouth and body felt against yours.

"I heard he keeps a vial of cocaine on a necklace around his neck all the time," Daisy whispers loudly, moving onto water. As she wipes at her smudged eyeliner. "That's what TMZ said."

"Dunno if that's true," you say with a drunken shrug. "He wasn't wearing a necklace that day...I don't think."

"Hope you remember us when you're famous," Daisy muses as she and Tiffany lean against each other and break out into an off-tune version of "Welcome to Hollywood."

You lean back in the booth, eyes drunkenly half shut thinking that you'll never forget this moment or these people.

Never.

//////

The table read is today and you're exhausted. For the last two weeks you have been eating, sleeping and breathing the character of Cecelia. You've made heaps of notes in your small book that you carry with you everywhere.

You arrived early to the hotel, one that's not as upscale as the one before. But it's nice and its parking is just as expensive.

"One day I won't care about the cost of parking," you tell yourself as you swipe your credit card through the meter. "One day I'll just valet everywhere."

You're early by at least twenty minutes but you’re already armed with a coffee and a water bottle so you stride in, following Gwen’s instructions for where to go inside.

You reach the room filled with moving figures. A large table sits in the center of the room. There are only about twenty chairs which is rather modest. If this was a bigger production, if this was a marvel film they're would be much more pomp and circumstance, many more tables and a fresh spread for breakfast.

The director, a serious looking man in his forties with thin framed glasses smiles at you when you approach. His name is Karl Sands, famous amongst the indie film sect. He wears backwards caps and jean shorts that reach past his knees. He's often wearing a tan overcoat that reaches his ankles.

"So nice to meet in person," you tell him, shaking his hand. "I'm so excited to be playing Cecelia. Your script was-"

"Hey thanks! Go on and take a seat up be right over there," Karl says in that lazy drawl you immediately clock as Californian. "I won't be long."

He turns back to a young man with braces who looks stressed.

"And soy in this one Bernie or I have to send it back, man and I don't wanna do that ya know?"

"Yes sir," Bernie says nodding.

You feel relieved when you see Jan walking towards you. Turns out she's not just the casting director; she's also the script supervisor. On smaller productions like this it's not uncommon.

"I'm so glad to see you," you enthuse, returning the hug she gives you.

"You were made for this part," Jan gushes. "Everyone who saw the video thought so."

"I'm just so glad I got the opportunity."

"So are we," Jan gushes.

You're introduced to several writers, a producer, the assistant director, the script supervisor and you cannot possibly remember all the names and you're so thankful that everyone has paper name plates in front of them. A harried looking Bernie hands you a paper name plate with Cecelia in big letters, and underneath your name in sharpie. You thank him and grin before slapping it on the table in front of you.

A tall handsome man enters the room a short while later, warmly greeted by Jan and directed to the table. You think he looks familiar. He takes a seat near you giving a small wave when he reads the paper name plate in front of you. He places his nameplate in front of him and you read his name. Gary Owens.

"Hey I'm Gary," he says with a wave. "I'm playing Oliver."

"The other man," you say with a sage nod of your head.

"I've been called worse," Gary replies and the two of you laugh.

You can't help but find him impossibly attractive with his light eyes and tanned, skin. When he smiles he looks boyishly handsome. You realize belatedly where you know him from - he's big in the theatre world in LA. He was in the latest production of Hamilton.

Dieter still hasn’t arrived and you find yourself nervously tapping your pencil on your notebook. After a moment you pull out your phone. You've been instructed by Gwen not to post too much regarding production on your socials. No script, no identifying landmarks. Today is just a bird's eye view of your Starbucks drink beside a pad of paper and your favorite gold pen.

You smile to yourself, captioning it "first day at work. #excited #actinglife"

You only have about 300 followers, mostly fellow actors you've met during auditions and friends from back home.

A few more of the actors file in and you meet them all, giving waves. The group chats amiably for a bit and you can't help but notice that Dieter isn't here yet. Call time was nine and it's almost ten.

You lower your phone when you hear a ruckus coming from behind the closed door of the hotel room.

"I told you I'm not fucking doing it! Those things fuck with brainwaves!"

You recognize Dieters baritone voice through the door. He continues having an argument with what sounds like a very tired woman.

"Guess the rumors are true," one of the writers (Max? Matt?) Murmurs to the man next to him who in return rolls his eyes. "Let's just hope he's sober."

"Fucking diva," the blonde replies. The group titters and you see Jan standing next to Karl making a concerned face. You think it's a bit unfair to judge Dieter on what could just be a bad day.

The door bursts open and suddenly the mood shifts.

Dieter has an entourage that follows him into the room. You find out later it's his PA and two publicists. One of whom you recognize as the tall serious woman from last time.

You're not surprised to see him wearing his trademark sunglasses. He's also wearing high top sneakers and bare legs under a huge green jacket that hits him mid calf.

He glances around the room of people, waving and smiling as if the explosive conversation outside never happened.

"Hey everyone, so sorry I'm late! Agent double booked me. Had to do some fucking BuzzFeed vid. Anyway I'm here, let's make a movie!"

There's something about Dieter that screams Hollywood. Maybe it's the megawatt smile, or the way he just exudes this casual confidence. Whatever it is, you can see just by glancing around the room that everyone is charmed.

Even Max and the other men who had been bad-mouthing Dieter only moments before look awe -struck. The actors who had moments before been giggling now stare up at him with wide eyes.

You smirk at the hypocrisy before you feel his eyes land on you from across the room.

"Hey Sudsy," Dieter grins, lowering his sunglasses as he calls over to you. The entire table glances over at you in confusion. You hear a few "Sudsy?" murmurs go around the table and you flush.

"Hi," you reply tersely.

In many ways you're very thankful for Dieter because if not for him you wouldn't be sitting here making an actual movie. But at the same time you’re mortified every time he brings up that fucking commercial.

He walks around the table and takes a seat right next to you, crowding you and you hold in a frown as he nearly spills your coffee when he throws his notebook onto the table.

He takes his sunglasses off completely, shrugging off his jacket to reveal a purple velour tracksuit top with green plaid shorts underneath.

"Big day," he says, tilting back in his chair to look at you. His breath smells like spearmint, you assume from the mints he's cracking between his teeth. You think he must do it to cover up the smell of tobacco smoke.

"Yeah. I'm really excited."

"That'll pass," Dieter scoffs quietly, popping another mint into his mouth and crunching loudly.

You look back at your phone, unsure of how to act. It's not like you and Dieter are strangers but you're definitely not friends. You scroll through your Instagram feed as everyone in the room is directed to take a seat at the table.

"You post a lot?"

You notice Dieter looking over your shoulder at your feed and you turn the screen off, shrugging. "If I feel like it."

"You feel like it now?"

"Huh?"

"Take a pic of us," he urges, motioning to your phone.

You hesitate, looking into his face. He's never struck you as a person who likes having his photo splashed all over the place. He always looks pissed during candid paparazzi shots and he doesn't even have an Instagram account as far as you can tell. And yet he looks eager for this.

"Uh, okay."

You raise the phone, turning the camera to face you. Dieter tilts his head against yours, smiling broadly. The younger person inside you who grew up watching his movies gets a little excited at the physical evidence of your meeting. This is Dieter fucking Bravo after all and you're making a movie with him!

You raise your hand and flash a peace sign to the camera. Dieter does the same only winking and you snap the photo. You look like you've been friends for years, the way your heads tilt towards one another, the smiles look genuine.

"We're hot," Dieter tells you with not an ounce of humility in him. You give a small smile.

"You want me to post it?"

Dieter nods. "Yeah."

"Any specific hashtag?"

Dieter smiles, looking ponderous. "Sunglasses emoji?"

You smile nodding. "Sure."

You apply a filter to make the image look slightly washed out before typing in the caption: 😎 #dieterbravo

"Do you have an account to tag?"

"Used to," Dieter shrugs. "Got to be too much."

You post the photo before turning off your phone. Attention is drawn to the head of the table where Karl is announcing the outline of what to expect today.

"Okay so first we're just gonna do brief introductions and go through the script summary," Karl tells the table. "Then we'll do a quick ten and come back and do our first official reading. Everyone excited?"

Everyone around the table claps excitedly, you loudest of all. Dieter gives the table a small slap as his form of applause, his rings clicking against the mahogany.

With that Karl and the lead writer Jeff start in, going over the themes of the script, the tone, and more. You listen fascinated because if you hadn't pursued acting you'd always thought of being a screenwriter.

About an hour and a half later they finish and you're exhilarated. Hearing from the writer why he wrote what he did and how he was inspired makes you connect even further with Cecelia. Karl gives a wide smile at the end of the table.

"Alright take ten everyone."

Dieter is out of his seat before the sentence is out of Karl's mouth. The serious woman goes to follow him, tapping away at her phone. But Dieter is quick, ducking out of the room as she ambles slowly after him.

You take a sip from your water bottle before standing. You turn your phone back on when you head out the doors, grabbing a coffee from the table against the wall on your way. You want to stretch your legs and think about what you've been listening to. That's a lot to digest.

As you walk through the automatic doors of the hotels front door glance at your phone, wanting to update Carlee on what's going on. Your Instagram is still open and refreshed. Your eyes widen as you see the follower count. It's gone from 300 to over 4,900. The photo of you and Dieter has so many comments you just keep scrolling.

A blue checkmark account sticks out to you in your new follower count. With disbelief you realize Haley Braccken now follows your account. So do a handful of beauty and fashion influencers.

Holy shit.

You stand outside the hotel, eyes closed against the sun, drinking in its warmth as you scroll through the comments.

"Having fun yet?"

You glance over your shoulder to see Dieter half hidden behind one of the large pillars at the entrance of the hotel looking relaxed, a cigarette hanging from between his lips. He's shielding himself from the sun and from any potential paparazzi. You also think he's hiding from the serious publicist.

You walk over to where he sits, sipping your coffee. One leg is crooked and pulled up next to him on the bench as he scratches at his ankle.

"I am actually," you admit with a broad smile. "Still kinda surreal but... Amazing."

"I remember that feeling," Dieter muses, pulling the cigarette from his mouth. You watch smoke curl around his full bottom lip. "Kinda. Can I give you some advice?"

"Sure."

"It goes really fucking fast really fucking suddenly. One day you're trying to scrape together rent and the next day you're on the cover of magazines having people kissing your ass and telling you how wonderful you are," Dieter takes another drag. "Make sure you don't get so caught up that you miss everything."

This is shockingly coherent and even more shockingly sage advice from a man who you thought was a few marbles short of a full set. You exist in companiable silence, contemplating what he's said. You wonder if acting is even fun for him anymore. If it gives him that same feeling of joy and enchantment it gives you.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Why did you sign onto this film?" You come to sit next to him on the bench, your coffee nestled between your thighs. "It's obviously a small production. They won't be paying you nearly as much as one of those cliff beast movies. So why?"

"I don't always get the chance to be a part of these kinds of stories," Dieter explains. "I wanted to make something that meant something, not just some pretentious Oscar bait. I wanted to do something serious."

"You don't strike me as a particularly serious person," you muse.

"That's why it's called acting, Sudsy," he replies with a wink. You give an exasperated sigh.

"Can you stop calling me that?"

Dieter looks horrified at the very thought. "Why?"

"Because it's embarrassing and I hate it."

Dieter takes another deep drag of his cigarette, appearing to be thinking deeply Finally he exhales the smoke, his mouth twisting in amusement.

"Nah."

You both return to the room a few minutes later. Dieter is immediately whisked into a conversation with his publicists and you retake your seat.

You can't help but glance at your follower count which has now climbed to over 8,000. You shake your head in disbelief before silencing the phone and dropping it back into your purse.

Karl calls everyone's attention and you feel Dieter slide into the chair next to yours. He looks grumpy and you surmise it's about the endorsement deal he was screaming about this morning.

If you were closer to him you'd ask if everything is okay. As it is you simply focus on what Karl is saying.

"Alright actors grab that water and get prepped. We're starting now."

The read through. All the actors bring out their scripts, some like Dieter putting on reading glasses, others taking long sips from their water bottles. Like you, all have pens raised and ready to make changes and notes.

Jan begins to read all of the exterior notes, the background and you see your lines highlighted in pink on the page before you.

It’s all so exhilarating and you’re so excited that you feel breathless. Your hands are shaking with anticipation. You feel your body tensing. A strange cold going up your legs. Almost as if you've been dunked in ice water up to your navel.

Fuck. No. Not now. Not here.

A panic attack. You haven't had one in years. You have this under control with medication most of the time. But right now your hands tremble so much that you thrust them into your lap, willing them to stop.

Please no no no no no no.

You're sweating. You can feel the damp at your temples starting and you can assume that if you looked under your t-shirt you'd see that your chest had broken out in a blotchy flush.

Calm down. Take a drink of water.

You reach for your water bottle but when you see your hand trembling you shove it back onto your lap. Dieter is watching you out of the corner of his eyes and you feel your face flaming as you realize he saw the quaking of your hand.

I look like a fucking amateur. Actor who gets nervous when she's about to fucking read her lines.

You can see your lines coming up on page two. The ones you highlighted and practiced for days. Jan is reading the description of the scene, it's all leading up to you and Dieter.

Fuck what is everyone going to think when-

You feel a broad hand reach under the table and reach into your lap. Long fingers lace through yours and give your right hand a reassuring squeeze. You aren't expecting the contact and you blink over at Dieter. He's giving you an encouraging smile, tilting to your ear.

"You got this Sudsy," he murmurs softly. "Deep breath."

Whatever your preconceived notions about Dieter Bravo were they are officially erased in that moment. Yes, he calls you Sudsy and he's a bit obnoxious at times, but he's been impossibly sweet. He's giving you kindness. He's giving you support.

You give him a small smile and lick your lips. You feel his hand loosen and go to retreat but you stop him, tightening your hand in his and lowering your voice to a tight whisper.

"Just... Wait?"

Dieter blinks before nodding. You grip his hand tightly in yours; very thankful that no one can see what's going on under the table because it looks like something it definitely isn't.

"Alright," Jan says. "Interior shot, hallway, daylight. Cecelia walks in the front door carrying shopping bags. Levi is heard off-camera."

You swallow. "Levi, are you home?"

"I'm in the kitchen."

"Interior kitchen. Cecelia enters," Jan reads. "Close up on Levi. He looks like a man beaten down by life."

"The guests will be here soon."

"I know," Dieter says before swallowing his mint.

"Cecelia is agitated as she lowers her shopping bags."

"You said you would clean the kitchen up."

"What do you call this?" Dieter asks. "You think I'm washing dishes for my own amusement?"

"You said it would be done before I got back," you say with irritation. "We still have to set the table."

You feel more confident. More set in the scene. And now you squeeze and release Dieter's hand increment by increment under the table.

"You're more than adept at doing that yourself," Dieter says, slowly pulling his hand from your lap back to his own. He pauses. "I dunno I don't think that sounds right."

"I agree," Karl says. "Too clunky. We'll work on that."

A few of the writers nod and begin making notes in the margins of the script.

The scene goes on like this. Tension mounting between the characters. Then it's into the next scene and the next. It's exhilarating imagining this all happening. Reading it linearly with all the voices present is exciting.

There are a handful of sensual scenes. One taking place in a cabin in the woods as a last ditch effort to rekindle their relationship is particularly intense. You can admit that is the only scene that gives you pause when you think of filming it. As you and Dieter read through those lines you're thankful you're no longer gripping his hand in yours.

There's a forbidden kiss scene with your old flame and Gary shoots a smile up at you from his spot a few seats away that you return, swallowing the galloping of your heart.

And then before you know it, it's five pm and Karl notes this is a wrap. He tells you that rehearsals will begin next week.

Dieter is gone before you can say goodbye or even a genuine thank you.

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Carlee is bouncing off the walls when you get home that day, desperate to hear all about the experience. You tell her everything, skipping over the hand hold. Carlee would just read into it.

"This is so cool!" She squeaks. "I've already got your Oscars dress designed in my head."

You laugh, trying to imagine what crazy piece she'd create for you. You decide that tonight you'll take care of dinner as a thank you to Carlee for all her help.

Later that night you relax on the couch, the TV playing something low in the background. Carlee has gone to bed, leaving you to scroll through your Instagram feed, shocked that one little photo with Dieter has taken your follower count to over 10.2k.

You have a bunch of emails from Gwen. Apparently there are already deals for sponsored posts on your account and she's setting you up with a social media manager. You frown at the idea of someone managing something that you intended to be more authentic.

You go back to the photo of you and Dieter from today, still in awe that a man you used to watch on screen at the movies is your new costar. He's nothing like you thought, nothing like the tabloids like to paint him as. You're thoughts drift to his hand holding yours today. It's almost like you can hear him...

"You want me."

You tilt your head to see that you're not losing your mind. The tv is playing one of Diete'rs movies, the one that got him an Oscar. The one where he plays a country priest torn between duty to the cloth and his desire for a fellow clergyman played by Hugh Jackman.

You never actually saw it. It had seemed like Oscar bait from the first ad and you hadn't bothered spending your time or money on it. By the time it won the Oscar you weren't even that interested.

But now, seeing Dieter on his knees in prayer?

Fuck. He looks hot in this.

Seeing him dressed as a priest sending desperate longing looks across the church at Hugh makes you squirm on the couch as you keep watching. You find yourself immersed quite quickly in the story of two men torn about by circumstance and time.

His voice is doing that husky, rumbling thing when he and Hugh find themselves alone in the chapel one night, rosary beads clutched tightly in their fists.

"I shouldn't want this," Dieter rasps. "But I can't help myself."

His dark eyes are narrowed with intensity and when strides forward and he captures the lips of the other priest played by Hugh in a searing kiss you let out a soft sigh.

Your hand is sliding down underneath the front of your jeans before you even realize it. You touch yourself through your panties, shocked at how wet you already are.

You watch Dieter's own hand slide down the front of his co-stars cassock onscreen and you bite your lower lip to keep from moaning out loud. The two of them look so sexy, full mouths and deep groans.

Hugh grips the back of Dieter's neck, deepening the kiss and you hear Dieter let out a soft whimper that hits you straight in your core. You curl two of your fingers inside, fucking yourself in time with the men onscreen.

Fuck it feels good. You can hear Dieters voice on the screen, urging the other man to disrobe and by the time the two men are shirtless and tangled on a cot you're bucking into your palm, cresting on the edge of a rippling orgasm.

"It's wrong," Hugh's character moans against Dieter's tongue. "So wrong, so sinful."

You’re rocking against your hand and your fingers, gripping the couch with your free hand, praying Carlee doesn't come out of her room.

"Please," Dieter groans as Hugh kisses down his jaw. "Show me how to be good."

That sentence in Dieter's dark baritone sends your hips jolting up from the couch against your palm, rutting there as stars explode behind your closed eyes.

As you come down from your orgasm with heart hammering and cheeks flushed you're very aware of one glaring fact:

You are so fucked.

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weixuldo · 1 year

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Enigma// ch 9

anakin x reader

(a/n: so ngl, I wrote the first scene for this a while ago and I was gonna put it later on and write a full smut scene, but as the story progressed it seemed more and more out of place, so i’m putting it here as a sort of conclusion to last chapter’s cliff hanger :)

NSFW (kinda)

the more you interact with Anakin, the more mysterious he becomes

warnings: implied sex, cursing, belittling, permanant injury, overthinking, drinking, depression?, derogatory term of disability (used by anakin)

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You eased yourself off of him and flopped down on the bed. He was panting heavily and a thin sheen of sweat crowned his blissful features. His brows were drawn together in pleasure and his lips were puffy from yours against them.

You observed his chest rise and fell at a rapid pace, the scarring on his left side pulling as his ribs expanded.

You peered over his thigh to look at his cock, it was still twitching from his climax, thick ropes of cum were still spilling out of him. He came really fucking hard. You watched in amazement, you didn’t expect him to function this…well?

“Don’t flatter yourself” he panted out as he cracked an eye to look at you.

You shot him a confused glance.

He let out a scoff as he laid his head back down. He motioned to himself with one of his mechanical arms.

Oh.

“I wasn’t thinking anything about it” you responded, “But I’m glad I could please you”.

“Princess, I haven’t been touched like that in almost a decade, I think anyone could please me” he huffed as he closed his eyes once more.

“A decade…” you repeated, louder than you thought.

“Yeah, people weren’t exactly lining up to fuck a cripple” he stated as he began to come down from his high.

“Well what about yourself?” You inquired.

He held up his mechanical arms, “With what hands? You know, metal and plastics don’t exactly feel like the real deal”.

Your eyes softened, he had so much self hatred. Instead of recanting his statement you tenderly laid your head on his chest. The cool silver of his dog tags brushed against your warm cheek. It was nice.

He was still warm to the touch but he reached for the sheets to pull up.

“You're still sweating, cool down first” you said worriedly; you didn't want him to overheat.

“It’s fine” he said grunting as his hand slowly closed around the edge of one of his gray sheets.

You observed the sweat still sitting on his forehead, “Anakin, I really think you need to cool down first”.

He sighed and laid back onto his pillow, “Can you atleast cover my legs?”, he asked defeatedly.

It took you a moment to understand why he was so adamant about the covers, but it was because he was self conscious. You felt a pang of sadness, he had no reason to feel that way.

“don’t get used to this” he said shortly.

“Of course” you responded before pulling up the sheets.

Once you returned to his side you shortly drifted off to sleep. You were a little disappointed at his cold attitude, but atleast you got to experience this once.

What you didn’t see as you closed your eyes, was his soft expression as you nuzzled into his side.

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A streetlight peeked through the askew blinds, causing you to groan and turn your face away. You nuzzled further into the pillows beside you and let out a contempt hum when you felt the warmth of covers over you once more.

The weight made you drowsy again but you were startled when you felt something beside you shift. You shifted your head to see behind you. Surprisingly you were met with a head of sandy hair.

Anakin.

The weight over you wasn’t the blanket, it was his arm; he nuzzled into your shoulder as you exhaled a shaky breath. As much as you enjoyed his arm around you, you did have to use the bathroom, begrudgingly you whispered his name softly.

No luck.

You slowly turned to try and wiggle out of his hold, but thankfully he turned the other way. Gently you eased off of the bed and went to the restroom. As soon as you left, you were wishing for his warmth again.

You stumbled to the bathroom, still not fully accustomed to the layout of the apartment. You sat with a yawn and checked the time.

3:48 AM

You rubbed your eyes as you felt a twinge of a headache, no use going back to campus now.

Once you were finished you made your way back to the warm bed. Your exhaustion returned as soon as you entered the covers and you drifted back into a contempt slumber.

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You were woken by the annoying beeping of a garbage truck outside. But this time when you opened your eyes you saw Anakin’s chest, his dog tags moving with every breath he took. You took a moment to analyze the situation; he was lying on his back with an arm under your neck and you were cuddled into his side.

Fuck.

He wouldn’t be happy with this. You tried to slowly move from his hold when your phone began to ring. You cringed as the vibrations on the nightstand began to fill the whole room. You dashed for the phone and answered it in a hushed voice.

Y/N?

“Hey Ahsoka, what’s up?” you asked, sneaking a glance back at the man behind you.

Where are you? I went by your dorm but I didn’t see you.

Anakin probably wouldn’t want them to know you were at his house and you definitely did not want to be on his bad side, so you told her you had gotten up early to run some errands.

Oh, I coulda gone with you.

“It’s ok, I didn’t want to bother you”

No worries! Oh, wait. How did you get home last night?

You turned once more when you heard Anakin let out a small groan.

“Uber, umm hey Ahsoka, I don’t mean to rush you but I have to go, i’ll see you when I’m back on campus”

Ok! Don’t worry about it! See ya

You hung up the phone and turned back to Anakin. His brows were knitted together in a sort of scowl, he was probably upset you woke him up or maybe it was because you were even there at all.

“I’m sorry Ana-” you stopped yourself as you heard him wheezing.

He placed a hand over his chest as he tried to prop himself up with the other. You instinctually helped him into a sitting position and placed an arm around him.

“Anakin, what’s wrong? What do you need?” you worriedly asked.

“I-In” he gasped out before wincing once more.

Once he could speak, he tried again. “Inha- inhal” he pointed towards the nightstand beside the bed.

In the midst of random stuff you saw a small inhaler, you grabbed the small device and handed it to him. His hands shook as he brought it to his lips, you were waiting for him to press the button so he could get the medicine but his fingers weren’t cooperating.

He fumbled with the device as his breathing became more erratic. At some point you just grabbed the inhaler and administered it to him.

“Ok, 1, 2, 3” you counted before puffing the medication into his mouth.

After three puffs he started to calm down, his pulse was still racing though. You eased him back to lean against the headboard.

“Are you ok now?”

He nodded as he finished catching his breath.

“Anakin, what happened?”

“I damaged my lungs in the accident and when I lie on my back too long it irritates them.” he said in a raspy voice.

Ok….you did not expect his voice to sound like that…

No.

Focus.

“Do you normally sleep on your back?”

“No, but you were lying on me” he said, wiping his forehead.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you could have moved me” you said, feeling a little guilty.

He shook his head and admitted, “You looked comfortable”.

Blush rose to your cheeks, you didn’t expect him to say that. You zoned out for a moment and looked down at the covers. Anakin must have thought you were looking at his body, because he spoke.

“Yeah, I guess since you’ve seen everything, there’s no use pretending..”

“No use pretending i’m whole” he let out a small defeated laugh.

“Oh, I wasn’t- I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s ok,” he said sadly.

“Thanks for helping me with that” he motioned towards the inhaler.

“Of course,” you smiled.

The two of you sat there for a moment just looking at each other until you asked him about last night.

“was it ok?” you shyly responded.

“yea, it was” he responded with a small smile.

“if i’m not mistaken, I recall you saying not to get used to it” you teased.

He just shrugged and began to hoist himself out of bed. You watched as he slowly rose to his feet and took a few wobbly steps towards the bathroom.

You layed back down in the bed as he washed up. Surprisingly, he was being nice to you, maybe he was warming up to-

“When are you gonna leave? I have some stuff I have to do today” you heard him say from the other room.

That sounds more like the Anakin you know.

“I’ll leave now” you responded, jumping out of the bed, not wanting to stay and irritate him.

Quickly, you gathered your belongings and said a quick “goodbye” before heading out the door.

He was quite an enigma.

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The last time Anakin saw you was the night you stayed over, around a week ago and he still couldn’t get you off his mind.

You weren't afraid to stand your ground.

He remembered the time he called you to help him, you saw him in his most vulnerable state and you didn’t judge him, you didn’t leave.

As much as he wanted to hate you for getting so close, he couldn't. He hated that your touch made him feel so good. He hated that you stirred emotions he hadn’t felt in years.

Lately you were all he thought about at night, all he thought about at all. Your sweet voice, your soothing touch, your beautiful lips.

Static filled the living room as he scrolled through television channels; he didn’t even mind the noise. He turned it down a hair and leaned back to stare at the ceiling. It had been years since he had felt such a spark with someone else, not since her.

He was afraid of heartbreak just as anyone would be, but something inside told him to pursue you. You were worth it.

He pondered over his behavior towards you in the past: mixed signals, verbal insults, passionate affection, cold shoulder, he was giving himself whiplash with the amount of mood changes he had give you.

As he thought about it more and more, he realized he owed you an explanation as to what happened for him to end up like this.

Against his better judgment he reached for his phone and sent a text

Hey, would you mind swinging by later? I wanted to talk with you

Sent 11:48

He quickly shut his phone off and tossed it onto the cushion beside him; now, time to wait. Not even two minutes later, the notification popped up.

Sure, are you alright?

A smile graced his features as he answered you, you were always so selfless.

I’m fine, just wanted to talk.

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You drove over to Anakin’s apartment anxiously, you had been trying to take your mind off of him since you spent the night at his place but you just couldn’t seem to successfully distract yourself.

Getting a text from Anakin was the last thing you expected when you got up this morning, he really hadn’t contacted you since you saw him last. You didn’t want to push your luck so you decided against reaching out to him first.

But when you opened his message you immediately froze; why was he wanting to see you now? Why specifically today? Was something wrong? Did you overstep?

Thoughts raced through your mind as you waited at the stop sign on the street closest to his place.

Soon you arrived on his doorstep and knocked on his door. Not long after you heard him call for you to come in.

He was walking from his kitchen to the living room with a beer.

“Hey, Y/N” he greeted, “You want a drink?”

“No thank you, Is everything alright?”

He nodded and walked over to the couch, motioning you next to him.

“Yeah, everything is alright, I just thought I owed you a bit of an explanation” he said, taking a brief swig of his drink.

“Explain what?”

“All of this” he said, motioning to himself and his army stuff.

Was he about to open up to you?

***

a/n: so we’re getting to his backstory!! yayay heheh just so u know i’m not really following star wars cannon or even paralleling it that much for the backstory (yes padme is in there but her actions are not ones cannon padme would take) but i hope ur enjoying confusing ani!!! he’s the king of mixed signals frfr

taglist: @dnamht @sxoulohvn @angeelcoree @wtf-andys @httpeachesblog @katsukiswrld @jetiikote @poisonedsultana

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vtforpedro · 4 months

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long life update - TWs in tags

It feels like it's been ages. I'm so exhausted and in a lot of physical pain. Going on two months of it being the worst it's been right after a couple of months of the best it's been. Chronic pain + grief + trying to get help from doctors who should have their licenses revoked + dealing with a shit relationship with my mom + a good, decades-long friendship ending + the ongoing disability process with the SSA + LAW FIRMS.

I'm so fucking tired. I don't remember if I updated that the appeals council decided not to review my case because the 'judge followed the law' except that he didn't. So, as it turns out, my original attorney (and he did not tell me this) before he left, wrote that if they denied me, it should go to federal district court.

I'm now working with a NY law firm to take my case to federal court because my current law firm believes it has merit, and I guess they do, too. That's how fucked the decision was, and I'm glad my initial reaction of bewilderment and anger was spot on lol

The good news is, it should only take another year! ._.

My neurologist is the worst doctor I have ever come across and I'm quite literally stuck with him with nowhere else to go. I wish him upon no one. I'm so tired of calling the SSA, getting documents to them, signing things for law firms, contacting law firms, getting no responses, and contacting them all over and over again. I am in incredible physical pain, like this actively makes my neuro stuff worse. Everything makes it worse. I have autonomic testing in a few days, and idk if I'll get through it b/c I have to stop the meds that keep me out of the ER two days prior, and it scares me.

My relationship with my mom is fractured and I don't feel like family therapy is actually helping. I had to end a friendship with someone I love and care very much about but who was growing too comfortable mistreating me and I was giving them too many passes 😞 I've known them for the better part of two decades.

It's been over seven months since my cat Isis died. I don't know how. It feels like she was here just yesterday. Yet, all the nights I've sat and talked to her and wept are all too real. I miss her more than I can say. She was my soul cat. I keep thinking about tomorrow and how she'd be so nosy getting into EVERYthing when gifts are opened at Christmas. Having to stop her, move her, laugh because she was just so n o s y and it was hilarious. And she's not gonna be here for that ever again.

I'm having a really fucking hard time tonight. It's just hitting me how god-awful this year has been and how I have a bad week to look forward to before even getting to the new year lmao I have to stop taking so many of my medications 48hrs before 1.5-2hrs of testing to see if we can find out Yet Another Thing Wrong With Me but knowing my luck it'll be 'no findings' and the mystery of why my core body temp plummets to 93.9 in the blink of an eye won't be solved until I have suffered juuuuust enough.

It never ends. Never. I want to give up. I'm so tired of doing this. I don't want to anymore. It never. fucking. ends.

I absolutely cannot say it's all been bad, though. I've met incredible, warm, welcoming, giving, kind people this year. Y'all have helped me more than you know and I'm so so so lucky to be able to call you my friends. This year has sucked for so many of us, but I want to say I'm proud of you, and I love you all very much.

My fic is gonna be printed in a hardcover zine early next year. I participated in a Big Bang for the first time and that'll also go out early next year. I'm hosting a tiny event in my tiny fandom server that I'm super excited about. I have a raffle prize to write (bagginshield !!!! SO EXCITED to revisit the og otp) and a Valentine's gift to write for another fandom.

I posted 401,000 words this year and wrote many more unfinished wips, plus a long one (90k) that I am very invested in finishing.

I painted and drew so much this year. I improved a lot, too! I got a couple of portraits printed from inprnt to see how they looked, and it was MY art, and they were GORGEOUS. I thought I would hate seeing my art professionally printed, but no! I almost cried. They looked so lovely.

My cat Lilly had health issues almost immediately following Isis's passing, but she is doing so well right now. She's blossomed into another cat, and while she's not my constant companion, she is with me so much more than she used to be. When she walks onto my desk I am to stop everything and hold her like baby in my arms until she decides that's enough (or I really need to move) lmaaao she's such a goober. My heart cat. <3

I'm not doing well right now--my MH is bad. Especially tonight. But it felt good to write the good things.

I'm sorry for my lack of replies and kinda disappearing. I'm running on fumes. I hope next year will bring physical relief so emotional relief can happen.

For those of you facing difficulties of any kind, I am holding your hand in spirit.

#vtforpedro personal #vtforpedro medical #tw mental illness #tw medical #tw depressing stuff #tw pet loss #I always wish I have something better to write #gonna try to do everything in my power to make that happen next year

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aro-culture-is · 10 months

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More of a question, hope it’s okay to ask this type of stuff but as a polyamorous fluitic aroaceflux person, does it seem valid to also have times where you want to date many people because you desire the many connections beyond friendship but due to being aflux fluitic, disabled/nd, and busy with personal life, you may not be able to interact much/do many activities that most people have expectations of in relationships? I’ve always found that so draining and restricting on me having the expectations but i want a relationship with people without the high expectations or worrying about seeming disinterested in the relationships. I just want an easy go with the flow wavership. Does it seem wrong if I were to have many relationships with my limitations, or is it understandable?/gq /nfta

(gonna be real, no idea what nfta stands for as a tone tag - probably not any of the various niagra related or trade association related things we found lol)

generally speaking: it is always valid to want certain types of relationships, but I suspect the question you're asking is if this is practical.

there's some good and bad news, in my personal opinion: first, yeah, bad news, that sounds hard as fuck to manage and find partners who want it. the good news though? tbh someone who is already good enough in your books with responding to shit as an a-spec disabled person is much more likely than the average person to at least consider it, if not try.

i think the best thing to say here is this: relationships are always gonna involve some exchange of energy and preferences. i'm not here to tell you exactly how to go about that, but i would advise that if you wanna be in any sort of polyamorous relationships, especially in a wavership, you're gonna want to brush up on communication skills, boundary setting, and conflict resolution. You're gonna need the ability to recognize that sometimes your partner(s) will want something like your time and attention when you really don't have the desire. You'll need to be able to respond effectively to that - in the moment, can you step back mentally, assess the situation, and say to yourself, "I think in this situation, even though it is uncomfortable, this is necessary.", or "I feel like I can't do this right now, but we've discussed alternate options like reminding them of a resource."

It can be hard to find the line between disability and comfort zones, personally. I won't try to advise you on that type of matter - only that you'll want to ensure that you practice awareness of discomfort that is bad for you and discomfort as your brain setting off unneeded alarms at something new, something that once was associated with bad things, or all sorts of "fun" little things. This is incredibly important when in relationships with unique formats or expectations, since you'll often be exploring territory without a map; learn how to navigate discomfort as a sign rather than a roadblock.

I hope any of this helps? it's mostly just... my thoughts spat out onto a page. Generally speaking, I anticipate that you know most of this, but it might be helpful to see another person's take on it. I wish you luck, kindness, and spoons.

#Anonymous #not aro culture #aro #aromantic #actually aro #actually aromantic #ask #mod leo #advice #idk what else to tag this with tbh

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panelshowsource · 4 months

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it's actually been leaked for some time, although — and not to sound whiny — any time i've posted it or just talked about it i've gotten 10+ anonymous messages telling me i'm the devil and ruining the establishment of taskmaster with my irresponsible gossiping. so i didn't post about it and deleted any of the asks/convo about the new cast, even though ofc everyone has had tonsss of thoughts about it 😅

anyways would have laid down my whole life betting john robins (one of THE most obvious future tm contestants, being such a good friend of alex's!) and joanne mcnally would be on so i feel very vindicated — and excited! — in that regard! we're gonna have a great time :)

someone sent an anon asking about people i'd bet — not who i want, but who i'd bet — would be on the show so i'll think more about that and post later this week! the series will def have more seasons so i'll try and get some guesses in heh

OMG ME TOO her name is mabel! she's sooooooo cute ≧◡≦

hello anon!! actually you don't need me for this, it was recently posted on tv_bunny :)

enjoy!

she's great! she reminds me a lot of roisin, in that when she's not doing her semi-pre-written joke material, she's supremely good at hanging, bantering, fitting in with the vibe. i really appreciate that when it comes to panel shows particularly! but i can't say i've seen much of her standup

(wait — can i digress for a second — roisin is one of the ONLY recurring catsdown contestants who actually brings in sensible mascots that have the purpose of helping her/bringing her luck, and her presentations of them are always so hilarious and she deserves more credit for that)

+ not important but i really like her voice

thank you for sending her well wishes <3

i appreciate the message and you weren't the only person to say this, but i think some people are only part-way informed as to her journey reclaiming her name. her intention was never to scrap the nickname shappi or stop people from calling her that; it was 1) to reconcile her experience growing up in the uk with her name and how that led to her committing to shappi as a teen, and 2) to be published, credited, and billed as shaparak in professional capacities. she has clarified many times, including here and here, that it is totally acceptable to call her shappi; people on tv & radio still call her shappi after formal introductions, like in the new wilty when everyone calls her shappi throughout the entire episode; her social media handles are still shappi; and so on. she's shaparak, but that doesn't mean she "no longer goes by shappi". there is some confusion here i think some people are taking her journey, which was lovely to follow, as rejecting shappi — but that isn't the case.

i already updated her tag to 'shaparak khorsandi' a while ago and would definitely credit her full name where necessary, but socially, colloquially, like in the quick text post i made asking people to give shappi some love, there is no disrespect in calling her that! of course, plenty of people are credited by one name and are regularly called another/a nickname, like olivia colman who is actually called sarah by her family and colly by most everyone else. she seems really happy with having done her book and her recent show under her full name, and it's been beautiful to see her come around to love shaparak as much as she has loved shappi :')

btw for anyone who doesn't know, shaparak means butterfly in farsi!

hahahahaha that is hilarious

long story short is just that keith lemon is a disreputable character (and i mean character literally, he's not real, he's played by leigh francis!) who spends a lot of his energy shouting and oogling over boobies etc

i think it's fair to say hating on white supremacists does bring us all together 😅

i'm sorry i haven't seen it! but ugh tamsin greig is one of my longest-time crushes fr i actually think the friendship between her and stephen mangan is one of my roman empires. i have a list of scripted tv rewatches i plan to do this year — the thick of it, peep show, and so on, some of my faves ever — and green wing is def on the list so maybe i'll add friday night dinner!

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batmanrogues-scenarios · 2 years

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ok lol so my asks are always crazily specific but i always get the ideas when i’m at work

🤷🏼‍♀️ so i was gonna ask for riddler, scarecrow, joker, and two face when their s/o gets revealed to have been sent as a spy for batman or whatever to figure out their whereabouts, etc. like how they react, since their s/o started as kind of a henchperson of theirs, and “organically” got in a relationship with them, how they would find out, react, etc. thanks!! 🫶🏻

This is going to be angsty.

Riddler

They honesty seemed more knowledgeable when it came to Bat so he thought they were useful, letting them tag along

Soon he realized he can hold conversation with them, which became longer and longer

Just kinda fell over time, couldn't believe his luck; but it wasn't only because he thought it was too true

Theu acted strange when he showed affection or talked about, he thought it was because they weren't used to it

He wished he was right but no

One day while fighting Bat they jumped in front of him to protect him

Batman asked why they were doing it, they were supposed to get information from him, what did he done to them

And just like that his heart shattered

He activated trap getting S/O and Batman in it, gave them one last glance before running away

He was so angry, the most intelligent man in Gotham didn't saw it coming; he calls himself moron for the first time in a long time

Just let's himself cry to sleep

And he is still angry but wants S/O back to hug him, to tell him it will be alright

When S/O comes to talk he threatens them with traps while hoping they won't give up

If they don't he would slowly open up but they need to back it up with actions

Scarecrow

He didn't really paid attention to them, just another henchperson

But they seemed to be fascinated by fear toxin, like really interested

So he gives them mission to see how far they'll go

Decides to share of the information about toxin since they succeeded, really tries to ignore how their amazed stare makes him feel

Becomes his right hand person and soon S/O

He loves rambling to them about his research

It feels nice, too nice

S/O took cops somewhere else while he was finishing toxin and after he was done he went to them to help

But he heard them talking to cops like they knew each other

"Y/N stop it."

"Stop what?"

"We all know he didn't give you wrong information. You're covering for him."

"Ha! Don't ridiculous. "

"I don't know what he had showed you but it's nothing good. I gave you this job because I thought you could keep up with Scarecrow, not for you to be fascinated with fear."

He just walks out behind a wall in complete silence

They raise their guns but S/O in between "Jon..."

Just grabs his fear toxin and throws it

He gets out of there as fast as he can, trying to ignore the urge to take S/O and calm their screams

Lays in his house looking at the ceiling, without energy to do anything

Refuses to meet ex-S/O, even other Rogue's feel like he is too quiet

His trust issues might be too strong

Joker

When they showed up he was like "Aight, you can do"

The way that they wanted to spend time with him reminded him of Harley, which was annoying but he needed someone to do his work

Slowly however Y/N gets fun out of it and becomes more cheerful which is more for Joker liking

Decided to show them real fun and soon there's 2 maniacs running around

When cops stop them he separates them and says to S/O

"I knew we shouldn't have send you. There was something wrong with you from the start."

Joker just goes "OOHH! That's explains why you always asked me questions. "

Just zaps cops and takes S/O away,when they ask if he's going to kill them he goes

"Nah, you're fun to have around. "

He honesty doesn't really care about being spy, just don't do that again

Two Face

When they wanted the job he flipped his coin and they got lucky

Harv wasn't in mood for talking and told them to piss off

However they were persistent and make good job so he gave them few words of approval

What got him interested so when they rescued him

They started talking more and he felt warm again

That was until he heard them talking on the phone about how they won't be spying anymore

He felt betrayed and took out his gun

"You either get out or I blow your head off." Harv warned.

Harvey took his other hand on weapon and put it down saying they should go

So they did

Harvey and Harv kept fighting with each other what to do, whether they should allow them to be together

Harvey is just tired and wants someone to love him while Harv is angry

It's all will come to the coin, as always

#lobotomy lover #riddler x reader #scarecrow x reader #joker x reader #two face x reader

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yello Naff!!! i really admire your writing, from the way you write intense nail biting scenes to soft quiet moments i adore ALL of it, and ive read almost ALL of your fics [In Deep Dreams Between the Waves im sorry i'll read you i swear] and ive been incredibly inspired by your writing, after not reading fanfics for years your style just dragged me further into my DCA hyperfixation [...i lowkey made this account just so i can share my sleuth jesters fanart ngl] your narratives have been a huge comfort also in my stressful exam-filled life, its a goddamn event when you update <3

GOD i got distracted but i wanted to ask if you have any advice for some one whos really new to writing? even if its super simple im VERY lost, i havent tried making any long-form fic, ive drabbled in writing 4k~ oneshots but never published any, the social anxiety and pressure of making a good fic is VERY SCARY SKLDJFKLSJL

No pressure to answer any of this btw!!! if you dont want to thats no biggie jus know i love your works very much <3 i hope you have a good christmas Naff!!

Hey, babe! ♥ AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so touched, oh my gosh! You're gonna make me cry ;-; Merry Christmas to you, too!

Now for writing advice! I do have this tag right here that you can look through! However, for a new writer specifically, I got a bit I can tell ya!

Let yourself write what you want to write

Self-indulge, use tropes and whatever plot beats you want, just do whatever you want to do and have fun! Don't try to craft something to please others, because that's a good way to become miserable and burnt out real quick. This writing is for you. No one else. You. You just decide to share it if you wish!

Outlining

I highly recommend, especially for a long fic, to have your ending in mind. It erases a lot of stress and allows you to build up towards that ending in a natural and effortless manner. You don't have to get super nitty and gritty with outlining, just a basic format of events and a few notes here and there. HOWEVER! I should mention that outlining isn't everyone's ideal way to craft a story, and that's okay! I will warn you that it can be difficult if you come up with the story as you go along, but again, do what allows you to create. Outlining works for me, but it might not work for everyone.

Please be nice to yourself

Let yourself try new things, take breaks, learn from mistakes and continue to improve, and do not let one mean comment or negative review stop you. Writing can be daunting, but you can overcome it. It's so rewarding and should make you feel accomplished and satisfied, not horrible or defeated.

Good luck and happy writing!!! ♥

#writing advice #i hope this is helpful #ozdical

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colourful-void · 10 months

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after opening vlr i have opted to close <3 vlr. i will return to it either tonight or in a few days. notes!

not.. loving... the cgi. girl who looks like the Real Santa's Sister seems neat but im. not liking the cg sprites here. im reminded of ace attorney.

why isn't sigma voice acted. i hope it is for wild lore reasons coming later in the game and not something stupid or unrxplained

i. really really don't like the UI. like 999 felt like an Old game, but it felt like an old computer game, with some parts where i was like 'ah yes, this was for the ds originally.' (mainly just the ending though). vlr at least so far in terms of menu-ing feels like ds game ported to computers. thats bcs it is but like. u coulda made the menu a lil nicer come on now.

took a look in the menu mainly, hvaen't even finished opening narration

wow thats one hell of a flowchart.hoh boy

the. built in notes function. it scares me. i mean obviously its bcs the game was meant for the ds but its still fuckin here on the steam release so was it like. lazy porting work just shoot it over or is the game so dense you really need that notepad?? ill probably take notes by hand (i did for 999!)

steam trading card spoiled me for the existence of alice and clover??? dont tell me anything but im confusd

im glad we have multiple save files but at what cost (nice ui)

as much as i gripe, its mainly bcs i really really liked the aesthetic of 999, it hooked me in real well even if the enviroments weren't the sort of thing i usually gravitate to in the minute to minute, and enviroment is essential to me in games like this.

despite that, i think there's a good number of ppl who like VLR? idk if its gonna be nearly as good as 999 but we'll see. if u like zero escape weigh in! do u like VLR more equally or less than 999?

live blogging will continue unless i get bored <3 still using void nonary game as the tag so feel free to block it. ill try and tag major spoilers as VLR spoilers as well

wish me luck! i hope i end up really getting into it!

#void nonary play #VLR

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