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Itâll always piss me off to see people say they canât relate to a character bc itâs set in certain time periods or bc of their outside characteristics. One of the best things about of fiction to me is that you get to realize that certain things transcend those « barriers ». Don Draper has touched me the most out of any tv character ever and Iâm a black gen z Muslim French girl lol just bc it looks like it wonât be relatable to you does mean itâs not something worth discovering and watching. And even if you canât relate to something that does not mean the humanity and soul behind the creation isnât worth the try. Always Looking for something you relate to is a boring way to experience media and will only reduce your horizons
#you guys are boring and need the overall stamp of approval of other people on here before you see the worth in something else#like I assure you if everyone on here posted abt mm like they did succession youâd never had those tags meanwhile that show wouldnât exist#without the precedent set by mm lolâŠwhich itself wouldnât exist by w/ the sopranos#same for BB which again. WOULD NOT EXIST W/ THE SOPRANOS lol and you guys wouldnât praise it if the majority of people on there didnât !#so many people also complained about BB being boring and it didnât get that status until later seasons and now people love it bc they can#joke abt it on here#anyway
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there was this post i saw a few days ago about religious discrimination (more specifically antisemitic/anti-jewish) in queer/lgbt spaces that at some point talked about a group debating if religion should be a protected class like race/gender/etc and some arguing that bc it isn't an immutable characteristic it shouldn't be protected.
any ways it was a pretty good post w a lot to say so i didnt wanna derail but it did leave me thinkin. (aka the subject of immutable/mutable status of religious belief struck a nerve)
1) it kinda reeks of "my trauma is everyones problem now" w how anti religion queer spaces can get. like i was traumatized by the christian church but not once has it ever been a desire of mine to push away/assume the worst about queer christians?? if anything i admired their ability to still find comfort in smth i found so painful. other religions weren't even a question bc i know that i don't know enough to speak on any of that.
2) religion isn't... like, i don't know how to talk about it bc im the only person ive ever met who seems to have this problem. but. i resent implications that everyone always has a choice in what they believe in, especially when it comes to existential and religious subjects. i have an inclination towards the existence of god. it's not really a choice for me? i was born and raised christian and it's not something i can entirely cut out without hurting myself. i don't believe in the divinity of jesus, i dont view relationships with god the way christians do, even as i still believe in a holy existence. i dont actively choose to believe any of the religious things i do, i didnt choose the beliefs i have that allign with or go against the church, theyre just... with me. my healing from religious trauma has involved accepting the ways that i still value some religious beliefs. im sure some of my relationship with faith is rooted in trauma and the like, but id rather learn to work around/with my trauma than live in constant self flagulation over things that would take years and years of dedicated work to change. it would be a lot of time and effort, for what? so that i can proclaim the non existence of a spiritual world? so that i can denounce god and the concept of any divinity in the world?
trying to build a healthier and more constructive relationship with my beliefs has done far more for me than trying to cut it out altogether.
#ramble tag#blah blah its insane to try and ask people to denounce part of their identity to get into the Cool Club etc etc#the idea that being queer/lgbt means giving up religion as a whole... screwy#i have a lot of religious feelings in case u didnt notice#could go on about it for days tho i definitely shouldn't lol#i hesitate to call myself christian bc i do NOT fuck w the christ obsession#at most thats my big bro wtf u mean hes basically the same as god?? that is not what i got from all that#hiii who wants to hear me complain about the holy trinity interpretation next lmao
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just saw a tweet about how they dont understand stays that dont use twitter bc they must always be late to anything and then the amount of replies (from their moots mind you bc it's locked replies) basically making fun of stays using other forms of social media bc they're "always late" and "misinformed" as if div1 doesnt post announcements on ig, fb, and fans at the exact same time and it's literally just the algo that makes it appear "late" to other people
#jane.doc#at least a few people in the qrts are being nice#at least the qrts have people being somewhat normal but still ://#a few people are like#'well at least theyre not stressed'#and it's like.....#y'all are the ones who are always fighting with people ?????#like why are you stressed using the app#whatever....#i really need to block the op tho bc every time i see their tweets i get annoyed#theyre so backhanded all the time to people and i cant stand it#okay not done complaining#it also pisses me off how twtstays really do act like theyre better than all the others#as if they havent been a large part of variety of problems and misinformation lmfao#also just so mean and negative even within their own fandom#like if you want to talk shit do it like me !!!!!!#go onto tumblr and dont tag anyone and vaguepost !!!!!#okay im done now lol
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why are kenjaku and takaba kind of hitting it off right now? âhandsome guy with fair and delicate featuresâ đ«Ł
#jjk spoilers#jjk 240#kenjaku#takaba fumihiko#id in alt#this chapter was great I was so sad that so many people are complaining about it in the tags đ#also for that last panel: glad to have more confirmation people can see the stitches bc for some reason#Iâll see fans say theyâre invisible to others???? and same with Sukunaâs markings. like thatâs just. not true lol#kenjaku in that first panel: đ€š
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is no-one around here having ANY fun
#to be clear. two of these have zero works bc they exist only in my drafts. the third has one (1) published work in it. and it's still mine#and yes i've looked for variations. i know other people aren't going to phrase things exactly how i did lol#(i've also done character tag + general tag bc i know that's more likely to work. and i got like. 3 relevant results.)#(the POINT is. we have a lip sewing tag. we could have these too. in a better world đ)#anyway this is really about a more general complaint of ppl not letting thor be complex#classic victim of both 'golden retriever' and 'large angry man' character assassination </3#MAYBE we give him enough internality to suffer but if he does it's probably still righteous and good#no!! you don't get it!!!! that's my evil little meow meow!!!!! give him excruciating moral torment that only ever makes him worse!!!!!!#not to be like i'm the only one ever to understand the most popular movies ever made but ummmm. no-one knows him like i do.........#space viking tag#constructive complaining
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#trying /really really hard/ not to let the overuse of terms such as 'secular' bug me here at school#but honestly I'm starting to get annoyed with it :')#ugh dear Lord I am trying SO HARD not to be argumentative and annoying and avoid my real problems in life by being snarky and unteachable#but it is HARD SOMETIMES LOL#bc I really want to argue#I really need the energy release it provides#even when I don't really care about the subject being argued about#college complaining#I think I'm using a different tag by accident every time lol#I'm trying so hard to grow up and put away childish things but I'm feeling so worn out. the problems aren't fixed.#and venting on tumblr isn't fixing it but I don't want to ask to schedule another appointment with my councilor bc I know it costs a lot#and I don't want to burden anyone here at school with my problems. that's self-seeking isn't it? and it's not fair to expect other people t#fix my problems.#I should turn to Christ alone since He should be enough for me. right?#I don't know and I hope I'm not being rude or blasphemous but I'm tired some of the depression/anxiety symptoms are showing up again#and I don't want to go back to shaking in fear and not being able to get out of bed for days in a row
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every time i see one of those 'lets see if this site really is "only" 1/4 queer' polls by someone who doesnt understand stats i pick 'not queer' out of spite despite having identified as queer for 10+ years
#im copying the tags on one of those polls#bc i want people to see my complaining lol#plus quotes on 'only' bc 1/4 of an entire sites userbase being queer is HUGE#queer community#LGBTQ#lesbian#gay#transgender#aroace#nonbinary#genderqueer#tumblr staff#heterosexual#cisgender#<- ??? i dont think cis people go into the cisgender tag lmao#these polls are a disaster
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Surprisingly not that into the "uncanny Vash" trend. Bc like while I am an unrepentant monsterfucker & I LOVE when he gets super inhuman in appearance. A lot of these "uncanny vash" things just... don't feel like him. It feels like knock-off horror portrayals slapped onto his face.
For the ones that actually work with what he is, I LOVE it. But the ones that r just trying to make him some unrelated horror caricature... I'm just not into it.
#speculation nation#not main tagging this bc i dont wanna poop on ppl's fun#bc ultimately it's harmless so im not Truly complaining#it just doesnt feel like him much of the time. so im not reblogging them lol#i think he truly has the ability to be uncanny but it manifests more in the ways he moves & the biological oddities of the plants#being a bit physically Off. a bit too long of limbs. maybe some glowing eyes. the second set of lids. the too-sharp teeth of Course.#he is something inhuman masquerading as a human. and that can manifest in a lot of ways#i think my biggest problem with the trend is the ways ppl r pushing their ideas of Uncanny onto him#i saw mention of like vash suddenly Growing Taller. which does not track. aside from the feathers & angel arm#his body is actually quite static. he's able to move in really weird ways (Super Flexible. perhaps even unnaturally so. smth else uncanny)#but he Never changes form. his body is his body. aside from the times it decides to get a lil feathery with it lol#in terms of aus Sure ok the uncanny thing is just a fun thing for people to explore#but im much more interested in exploring the oddities of his physical form as he is in canon#so much potential right there. so much left unsaid. so much to extrapolate from.#im not going to lose interest in canon vash so long as im interested in this manga. and that's a promise.
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the empty threats from liberals in this post-election social media hellscape is gonna drive me absolutely insane actually
#ari rages#tagging this as a vent bc it pisses me off so bad#'your body my choice? more like your body my g*n' okay then do it!!!!! sh00t that bitch!!!!! beat his ass!!!!!!#how do you think we got here?? PERFORMATIVE ACTIVISM. libs will sit on their asses all day to complain and do nothing to fix things. or#at least attempt to fix things/support/connect. it's so embarrassing. like my god man.#fucking go out and commit some damn crimes and show them we're not just all talk!!!!!! jesus#all people do is fucking post about it and that's it. nobody actually DOES anything. it's so doomer coded god i can't deal w it#like obviously this is a sweeping generalization ik im not beholden to everyone's activism and what they're doing to help/connect/support#but the lack of action as a whole is like. ok so you WERE all talk abt those rights huh. damn. ok. what the fuck lol#also the amt of women talking about joining the 4b movement and then Not Doing That. like girl. come on. now is not the time#to be performing on a stage and taking the mask off after. the mask stays ON from NOW ON until these mfs learn!!!!!#no wonder the right & MAGA thinks we're a goddamn joke. we don't DO ANYTHING. they're more organized than we are and they're insane!!!!!!#us election#the bleak times
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âummm you shouldnât tag your writing of a character with [x] as #[x] youâre clogging the community tag :/â
beloved a) if it contains [x] and someone wants to find/block a post with [x], and my post is tagged #[x], itâs a very reasonable and TOS abiding thing to do and
b) do you think the #actually[x] tag is just for quirky points? that tag originated bc autism moms wouldnât shut up or get out of the autism tag. hence #actuallyautistic was born, which spread to things like BPD or disability or chronic illness. THAT is you community tag, because itâs used by people who are #actually[x]. if someone without [X] writes a character/headcanon/meta about a story with [x] they are within their rights to tag it as [x] but not actually[X] because they are not actually[X].
how is this controversial.
#ra speaks#personal#????? Iâm disabled and neurodivergent as fuck we are not a monolith and you donât speak for the whole community lol#and neither do I if that wasnât obvious but like#sorry I just donât get it. the actuallyx tags have been in use for so long?? I thought just abt every community used em#âoh youâre telling me to change how I tag??? victim blaming much???â first of all not what that means second of all no do what you want#third of all youâre the one telling people to stop using APPROPRIATE tagging conventions that have been in use forever like#donât get me wrong I hate seeing two mile long headcanon posts in the autism search but if I was looking for the community#Iâm not looking at the general âall things hashtag autismâ tag#Iâve seen two (2) different accounts of ppl complaining abt something like this and it baffles me as someone multiply disabled#we have tags for that maâam. if you wanted to see posts about fishing look for the fishing posts.#if you look at posts tagged fish and get mad at aquarium enthusiasts bc itâs not posts about fishing maybe. look for posts abt fishing.
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#hey university people in charge?? yeah it's all good and well for you to keep encouraging us to spend less time on our phones#and more time in the real world#but what about those of us who have bEEN ALREADY DOING THAT FOR LIKE A WHOLE YEAR#as in WELL BEFORE THEY GOT HERE TO THIS CAMPUS#and thought that maybe college would be a good time to cement this commitment bc having more people around would make it easier to practice#having real-world connections and not just digital ones#but are currently finding themselves really stinking lonely#because EVERYONE ELSE ON CAMPUS IS STILL ON THEIR PHOOONESSSSS#AND THAT'S HOW YOU CONNECT AND BUILD FRIENDGROUPS IN THIS STUPID DAY AND AGE#ARURUUGHGHFHFHGHHSDGHDFGJKLFDBHNLDKFSHBLN#sorry I'm just venting I gotta get this out somewhere đ#delete later#complaining at college#or whatever that tag was that I came up with earlier lol :')
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its so funny (derogatory) and should be more surprising to me than it is that the book series People Are Incredibly Nuanced And Shaped By Their Experiences And Black And White Morality Causes More Problems Than It Solves has so much fandom discourse that completely ignores the entire point of the series
#.txt#thankfully i dont follow those people i merely see others complaining about said un nuanced takes#i see them sometimes in the tags and its so Wild like did you even read the book or#this is about a particular cos/mere series but i dont want it showing up in the tags bc these exact people will flay me alive if it does lol
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Iâm so tired of the status quo is god in Wwdits. Like I know itâs in character for Guillermo to have buyerâs remorse because for some reason he thinks heâs too good to kill people even though heâs been doing it for a decade but itâs really annoying to me. And Iâm just gonna say it, I never liked nand/ermo. Itâs a bad ship folks. Nandor is so mean to him and Guillermo has wasted ten years of his mortal life at his beck and call. I get why people like it, but itâs just not for me.
I was mad when status quo is god ruined the s4 opening, and Iâm just disappointed now. Guillermo sticks around for nothing and he doesnât even get fucked. (I know what I said about the ship but if they fucked at least his devotion would make sense lmao.)
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BOOK SMART? P*SSY SMART. â P.JS
The one where Jay basically lives in the university library and you live in any and every party you can find on campus. Unfortunately, your grades are suffering over it and you need help. Youâre quite lucky though because Jay is quite helpful.Â
minors do not interact.Â
WORDCOUNTâ 10k
PAIRINGâ inexperienced loser jay x afab reader
CONTENTâ Â Jay wears glasses even tho the banner says otherwise lol, heâs also a loser ass dweeb in this, open minded and playful reader, college au, jay just rly wants to get in that but doesn't know how to
NOTEâ this is a revamp, surprise surprise, nobody is shocked. was originally written for mark lee over on my other blog @/ncteez but i need jay like i need air soâŠ.cackling at the title tho, my brain is malfunctioning pls forgive me
smut tags under cut::Â
smut tags :: MONSTER COCK AGENDA. Jay is a pervert and smells ur towel lmao, mentions of food and detailed popsicle eating, reader is very vocal and talkative, slight use of the pet name âprettyâ, a lot of cum, cream pie, unprotected sex, mention of bc pills, Jay has a huge cock and he didnât even know it, inexperienced Jay, experienced reader, finger sucking, nipple sucking, grinding, oral (f recieving), Jay gets on his knees, making out, sex on a table
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        It wasnât shocking that you were failing but it was shocking that not a single one of your friends were failing with you. They somehow managed to keep their grades up while partying just as often as you do. You donât know how the hell they did it and you also donât know why the hell they refuse to help you study now that theyâve seen your failure.
        Not the greatest friends, you think. They wonât help you study because they only have time to study their own classes and to continue partying without you, apparently. You knew you had to come to terms eventually that these people arenât your friends. Theyâre just people to party with, people to have fun with, and apparently, people that will watch you struggle.
        Itâs frustrating to walk home from classes by the run-down houses with booming music already playing. Without fail, every time, you wish you could be attending instead of studying. Itâs even more annoying when you give up on your studies because youâre just not fucking getting it, and you probably would be fucking getting it if you were at a party talking to potential boyfriends or fuckbuddies.Â
        Fairness in the world is so hard to grasp. Someone else always has it, but never you. The worst part about all of this is that youâre very aware of how lucky you actually are, you wasted away in college and allowed yourself to get this low simply because you were lucky enough to be well-liked. You prioritized the pointless things over the important things, and now youâre suffering for it. Complaining that you canât attend parties, looking like a bore to your friends who pity and are embarrassed by you for not being able to multitask like everyone else.
        Thatâs right. You canât party and study like everyone else, so maybe now itâs time to focus on the task youâd pushed aside for so long.
        Studying. Ugh.
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        You donât know Jay past the fact that he is in at least three of your classes, extremely quiet, and constantly in the library when you pass by to leave the campus. Youâre a little bit ashamed to admit that the majority of people you are well-liked by are the people who are ignoring you right now. The only choice you have is to find someone that can help you catch up on all of the studies youâve blatantly abandoned. You could go through the student center and âofficiallyâ attend tutoring sessions with someone who would likely scoff at you for not getting it, or you could find someone of your own choice to help you.Â
        Thatâs the only reason Jay comes to mind. Again, he is in three of the four of your classes. Every semester, without fail, youâll look for your name on the deanâs list knowing that itâll never show up, but you have seen Jayâs name on that list more times than you care to remember.Â
        Jay knows of you as well. The girl who cut in front of him in the cafeteria to grab coffee with her large group of friends, making him ten minutes late to be early for his class. The girl who loudly slammed a book down in the library and nearly gave him a heart attack, the girl who came into class stumbling and giggling with one of the guys, clearly still tipsy from the night before.Â
        You are everything that Jay isnât. You are everything he avoids when accepting friends into his life, and his interest in you doesnât really go past the point of having a stubborn, pretty girl to look at. He is a man after all. A man who is finally away from home, surrounded by hormonal women and men who canât see past their brain fog of sexual fantasies in class. Never towards him though, heâs usually just on the outside looking in.Â
        Jay has those fantasies too, but it isnât his focus. He is dead set on being a top student, one that people recognize on the academic end rather than the partying end of it all. So, here he is, sitting with his nose in a book, glasses sliding down every few minutes as he munches on a pack of crackers. Heâs been here for three hours already and finds comfort in the silence of the library. Itâs such a vast place with so many corners to hide in if someone were to come and disturb his peace. Today is no different from any other Friday, where few students choose to study and instead opt for one of the various frat parties or bar hops.Â
        You wish you could be one of those people, truly, but instead, youâre making your way to the library in search of Jay. The one student who you assume may actually take you up on the offer of study sessions. You imagine his shocked face when you sit in front of him, and you try your best not to imagine a look of disgust rather than approval. You need Jay now, for the first time in your life, more than ever. His knowledge of the three out of four classes you have will surely work wonders on your GPA, you will probably have to admit how much youâd be relying on him in order for him to even consider your offer too. Â
God, you hate begging.
The library is so deafeningly silent when you walk in. You canât hear even the slightest of a whisper as you walk around and peek into the many empty study rooms and cubicles. After several minutes of searching, the anxiety bubbles up inside of you. What if he decided to do something else? Of all days? The one day where he is needed to be studying?Â
Just as you turn to leave, ignoring the entire second floor of the library, you nearly walk straight into him. And by nearly, you actually do walk directly into him.Â
Books clatter to the floor, Jay sighs as he looks down without making eye contact with you. Itâs not the first time heâs been walked into and it probably wonât be the last. He is forever wishing that people could just watch where theyâre fucking going.
âHey, Iâm sorryââ You go to say as you lean down to help him pick up the mess, he still doesnât look at you though. Honestly, he barely even notices you there with those airpods in his ears and eyes on the floor.Â
To be fair, most people who walk into him just continue walking, soâŠ
        When he does take note of another person helping him retrieve his things, he looks up. Youâre not shocked that all he does is nod at you when he takes the book from your hands and makes his way back towards his study space.Â
        In an awkward way, you follow him. You feel dumb and kind of lost in this world of books and good students. Up the stairs, towards the floor youâd not even bothered to check, Jay unintentionally leads you to his little corner that already has papers and books laid out.Â
        You swallow hard when he takes his seat and looks up to see that you have followed him. Jay is quick to swipe one of his AirPods from his ears and you can kind of tell that he instantly went from relaxed to nervous.
âUhââ You look around, feeling awkward standing there. âI was looking for you.âÂ
âMe?â Jay questions with a soured look on his face. He doesnât really do it intentionally, itâs just, like, what?Â
 âWhy?â
âOkay, just hear me out.â You start, taking a few steps forward and inviting yourself to sit at his table. There is absolutely no arm space on this side, but that doesnât entirely matter. You begin your pitch.
âI know itâs kind of weird, but, Iâm failing.â
âThatâs not weird.â Jay mocks, shaking his head and moving to put his airpod back in his ear.
âWait! Just, pleaseâhear me out.â You plead now, a little frustrated that heâs already refusing to help you.
        He looks around and then lets out a deep sigh. Rubbing his temples, he nods.
âI know we arenât the type to like, help each other or whateverâ but Iâve asked all of my friends, and they kind of blacklisted meâŠyou are my last resort, I swear.â You say, begging with your eyes. âCan you please just help me study for like, one day a week?â
        His body is stiff and his face is unimpressed by your pitch.Â
âAn hour a week?â You adjust clapping your hands together to plead even harder. You very nearly start to grovel on the ground before him. âJay, please. I need to get my grades up.âÂ
âIf you had just given yourself a day a week, you wouldnât have to be asking someone youâve never even spoken with to help you study.â He rolls his eyes, still mocking and appearing a bit cocky at the sudden power heâs been given. Of course he only gets approached when someone needs something from him.Â
 âHow many classes are you failing?â
âIâm failing three classes and have a C in anotherââ You shamefully admit. âJust an hour a day, please.â
        Jay eyes you over, shifting a bit in his seat before letting out another sigh.Â
âFinals are barely a month away.â
âI know! Iâve already got extra credit lined up so I can at least get my grades up by a letter butâ I,â You look down, more ashamed than before.
âYou donât know how to actually do the extra credit, do you?â Jay finishes for you and is, for some reason, shocked when you nod.Â
        He can see the panic in your eyes, and he noticed for the past week that youâd been looking incredibly tired around campus. Not the hung-over type of tired either. Heâs noticed you move your seat closer to the front in one of the classes and even noted that youâre actually taking notes during your time spent there. Maybe he should help you out. If not for the fact that you genuinely seem to need it, but also maybe because heâs like, incredibly aware that he is attracted to you.
 He always has been, but thatâs not the fucking point.Â
âOkay, you can come study with me whenever you want then. I usually study here because I have a roommate who isnât exactly the quietest personââ He goes to explain.Â
âI have an entire apartment to myself, you can come study at my place. Really, Iâll make food and everything.â You panic, still trying to sell the idea despite him already accepting your offer.Â
        Jay is a little shocked and offended that you have your own apartment, and yet youâre failing your classes. No way in hell are you paying for that yourself. This only prompts him to want to help more. Because, like? An entire apartment to study in? Where a pretty girl makes his food?Â
âOkay, that can work. What days and times can I be over?â He follows up with a nonchalant nod, noting the three shared classes and the one other youâll probably need help with. He hopes heâs already taken the outlier class, otherwise he wonât be much help in that regard.Â
âYou can walk home with me after those classes if you want, and we can study until youâre ready to leave?â You offer. âI mean, it doesnât have to be every day, butââ
âWe can meet up after every class and decide if you want to study or not.â Jay finishes for you yet again, and you nod with a smile.Â
âWhatâs your favorite food?â You ask, wanting to make a mental note of keeping your end of the bargain.Â
        Jay thinks hard at that because being put on the spot like this makes answering any question a bit difficult.Â
âHereââ You hold out your phone. âPut your number in and you can think about it. Iâll text you so you have mine.â
 You canât wipe the smile off of your face, the anxiety is practically dissolving from your body at the very idea of someone being willing to help you in the comfort of your own apartment.
        He, on the other hand, is a bit more anxious now. He realizes that now, heâs going to be studying with you. A girl who had never even looked at him twice during the semesters youâve shared classes. Heâs putting his number into your phone, and youâre going to be texting him, and spending time with him instead of going to the parties that heâs never invited to.Â
âIâll see you on Monday?â You ask in his silence, sending a quick text to him so that he can save your number. He nods and looks down at his books. âDonât forget to text me what you want to eat, okay?â
        He nods again as you stand to walk away. He watches intently at the way you have a little bounce in your step and canât help but feel his cheeks flushing. God, why is he doing this to himself?Â
        Slamming his head on the desk, he, much like you, cannot stop smiling now. All thoughts of studying for the remainder of the night left his head and were replaced with his new study schedule. He thinks he will try and take it easy this weekend, specifically so he is mentally prepared. Heâs only talked to you for a total of fourteen minutes and heâs already lost his ability to study and think clearly.Â
If heâs lucky, the two of you will pass this semester with flying colors. Thereâs still that tiny part of him though, that wonders if maybe youâd find interest in him, and maybe he will fail the semester with you because, honestly, you are so distracting.
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        On Monday, you sat up straight in class while eyeing the back of Jayâs head most of the time. Mostly to prepare yourself for if and when he makes a break for it. He hasnât even texted you what he wants to eat today, and part of you wonders if he went back on his promise to you. Not that it was much of a promise in the first place, anyway.
        He was a little shocked that you werenât the first out of the room once everyone wrapped up though. Like you, he was assuming the same thing. Youâd make a fucking break for it and pretend you never approached him in the first place. After all, It was common for you to leave mid-way through class or be the first one out the door. Instead though, he finds himself proud of you. You stood there awkwardly looking at him as the room emptied out, clearly unsure of what to do or say to him.
        Jay nods your way as if to beckon you towards him.Â
âYouâre still wanting to study today?â He asks with a brow raised in surprise.Â
All weekend he had thought about it. Thought about the possibility of it just being a joke to you, or maybe that youâd change your mind and allow yourself to flunk out like you already had been doing. His heart kind of jumps a bit noticing you looking at him like this.Â
âYeah? Wasnât that the plan?â You ask, nudging him a bit once you get up beside him. âYou didnât text me what you wanted to eat so youâre just gonna have to eat whatever I have in the fridge, by the way.â
        Jay nods, opting to stay silent at this moment. Heâs going home with you. Heâs going to be seen on campus walking home with you. Heâs not the sort to want attention, but this situation feels dangerously attractive to him. Especially when he takes note of how youâre probably going to look allâŠcozy and at home in your apartment. Like, he gets to be in your space teaching you things that you should have already known.Â
        It all shouldnât be so exciting. After all, his days are filled with the typical boring sessions of reading, writing, noting, and memorizing. It is exciting for him though. Never has he studied with someone like you, or really even gotten to talk to someone that most of the men speak to, the unreachable men no less. The ones with families that own the city, and all the houses in it.
Youâre one of the unreachable women on campus, he thinks. The ones with standards based on fun, attractiveness, and chaos rather than charisma, personality, and knowledge. Itâs kind of a once-in-a-lifetime thing for Jay to be doing this right now.
âOkay, so...â Jay drones out, avoiding eye contact with you as he packs things into his ratty backpack. âIâm not super hungry right now butâwe are going to your place right?â
He needs the confirmation himself if heâs being honest. Nothing would suck more than assuming and being proved wrong.
        You nod with a smile, grabbing his hand as soon as he throws his backpack on. It isnât intimate to you, but for him, itâsâŠsomething. Holding his hand is reserved for intimate relationships with family or girlfriends. He never holds hands.
 Heâs never really gotten the chance to anyway, aside from a little cousin when they were crossing the street last summer. He canât help but buckle in on himself in a shy sort of way as you lead him from the room and out of the building.Â
        Youâre rambling about all of the things you need to study. All of the snacks you could offer to him. All of the hours you wish you hadnât wasted partying, yet, all heâs thinking about is how warm your hand feels in his. You seem to be a natural at talking to people. Touching them without a single worry in the world, itâs kind of nice, he thinks. The fact that you arenât ashamed to be seen together with him, heading towards the place you sleep. Sometimes Jay forgets that this is college. No one actually cares who is hanging out with who unless they are in the middle of a raunchy frat party, seeing their love interest getting touched against a dirty bathroom counter.Â
        He smiles to himself as he finally catches up to you and allows you to stop dragging him around. He keeps pace with you now, resting his hand as if to allow you to let go, but you don't.Â
âJust around that cornerââ You say, glancing over at him and noting the shade of color his face has become. âYou good?âÂ
        Jay nods, staying quiet and trying to force himself out of his thoughts. He glances down at your hand holding his and then back up at you on instinct.Â
âAh, sorry.â You mumble, releasing his hand and trying hard to understand that maybe you truly are too clingy with most people in your life. You think his reaction was kind of cute though, and now youâre a little determined to help him relax those stiffened shoulders. Jay canât be as boring as he seems, right?
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âI have peanut butter and jelly, eggs, noodles, some leftover pizza andââ
âIâm not hungry, but If I can have some water or something, that would be cool.â Jay cuts you off, slipping off his shoes in an immaculate show of how clumsy he is. You can hear the clatter of your entire coat rack falling to the floor due to his weight leaning on it through that single task.Â
âOkayââ You side eye his mess with a slight smile. âWater, got it.â
 You trail off to get him the drink, keeping a small mental note of how nervous he appears to be right now. Heâs panicked, frantically trying to balance your coat rack back in place as if you hadnât walked directly into him just the Friday before.Â
âJay, itâs just a coat rack.â You laugh with water in hand, hearing him mutter a sorry as he hangs one of your empty purses back onto it.
âThanks.â He says now, reaching out for the drink.
        Watching his eyes go from the glass of water to your apartment, you smile at the look on his face. Such a smart guy acting so incredibly stupid the moment heâs alone in an apartment with a girl. Cute.
âIs this good?â You ask as if youâre offering a change of subject so that he doesnât have to think about the coat rack he had just knocked over. You point over to your dining table thatâs placed perfectly in a little nook against a window and look at him as he stands in place. âWe can start whenever youâre ready?â
âCan you show me to the bathroom first?â Jay blurts, hyper-aware of his awkward demeanor. He needs to calm himself down before even thinking about sitting down to fucking study.Â
  You point to the bathroom quickly, making your way to the table and adjusting everything so there is space for the piles of books soon to be laid on it. You watch only a little bit at how Jay makes his way over to said bathroom in a show of not-so-confident body language. He seemed kind of cocky on Friday, but today he seems to be like jelly.Â
        You sit at the dining table without thinking much more of the man in your bathroom, instead, you pull out some textbooks and lay them out.
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        Jay stares at himself in the mirror, he can practically see the blood rushing to his cheeks and ears as he comes to terms with the fact that he probably shouldnât have agreed to come to your apartment to study. Youâre attractive. That alone is a reason in his head to avoid it, but heâs here and heâs already made a fool of himself.Â
        He slaps his face a bit with some cold water and tries to will himself to stop acting like such an awkward idiot. Surely youâll pick up on his inability to talk to women if he doesnât get it together, right? Youâre going to think heâs some weirdo, a pervert maybe, before throwing him out and avoiding him forever.
        Staring harder at himself, he waits for the color to run from his face so that way he can get out there and start the study session, but then his eyes start to wander.Â
        Your bathroom is immaculately clean save for some makeup stains on the counter and a few stray hairs that must have been yanked out of your head while you attempted to brush out a night of drinking. It smells fresh and your perfectly hung towels look plush hanging against the wall. Without a thought in his head, he leans towards the towel so that he can dry his face and hands, and thatâs just what he does. Except, maybe he buries his face into the towel a bit longer than he needed to, and maybe the smell of it was so astronomically sweet that he nuzzled against it even more.
        He could tell the towel had been used at least once though, solely because he could smell a scent that wasnât the soap on the counter, nor any laundry detergent heâs aware of. ThenâŠhis eyes flick to the actual hand towel that he somehow missed, right beside it? A lace bra. The flush comes back to his face, making him feel even warmer than he did when he entered the room. Which feels like a fucking nightmare if heâs being totally honest.Â
        It dawns on him again. Heâs in your apartment, smelling your towels, and staring at your bra. Coming to the bathroom in an attempt to calm down has done nothing more than make things worse, and the only option he has now is to stumble out of the bathroom hoping you assume he was in here doing number two rather than planting his face into a towel where you dry off your naked body.Â
        Mumbling to himself, Jay prepares himself to face you. Sure, you probably see nothing out of the norm if he does well and hides the fact that heâs hyper-sensitive just for being in your space, then again, Jay has never been the best at playing pretend.
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You offer him a bright smile once he finally makes his way back into your living space and seats himself at the table. He seems to be avoiding eye contact with you, bashfully pulling his own books out of his bag with shaking fingers.Â
âAre you okay? You sure you donât want a snack or something?â You look at him, head tilting at him in concern.Â
Jay finally looks at you and notes how comfortable you seem while he feels like heâs internally falling apart. There shouldnât be any fucking issue in his head when it comes to this situation, but here he is, panicking because a pretty girl is in front of him.Â
He feels so dumb, so obvious, so embarrassed. Yeah, maybe he should eat something, at least so he can buy some time to focus on something else before he starts stuttering through your studies. At this rate, all youâre going to learn about today is how awful Jay is around women.Â
âMaybe I should eat, yeahââ He says in a small voice, still staring at the books as he places them on the table.
âCome look in my kitchen, we can eat something together?â You offer, reaching toward his hand.Â
He pulls back from your touch and tries to play it off casually like he was just reaching for a pencil, but you didnât miss the fact that his hands were cold and shaky.
Taking note, it starts to dawn on you. Youâve dealt with men like him before, and it was always an interesting situation. To check your theory, you rise from the chair and lean over the table, being sure to squish whatever cleavage you have visible to make it more visible to him.Â
âSalty or sweet?â You ask, watching his eyes intently and the way they struggle to reach your face. Score one for you, Jay is definitely a man above all. Luckily for him, you have lots of experience in that field, while he appears to have very little in the field of women.Â
âW-what?â He drones out, pulling his eyes away from you in an attempt to hide the way his face immediately flushed.Â
âThe snacks? Savory or sweet?â You laugh, propping yourself back from the table and hopping into the kitchen, checking behind you to see if he follows.
He does stand to follow, but by the time you round the corner, he isnât behind you like you figured he would be. Peeping your head around the corner, you watch as he holds his hands in front of his groin, looks down at himself, and then lets out a deep sigh. You then watch as he adjusts himself in his pants, uncomfortably hiding a semi-hard on so that he could come into the kitchen without suspicion.Â
By this point, youâve already decided that studying will very likely not be part of todayâs schedule. He wouldnât be able to focus on a damn thing like this, right? You should help him, right?
âTook you long enough.â You joke as he appears in the kitchen, turning to look at him and intentionally trailing your eyes down his body just to see if you can see any sort of bulge. Heâs safe though because he apparently must have skills in hiding his arousal during the worst times.Â
Jay, on the other hand, can already tell that your shift in mood is intensely different compared to before he went to the bathroom. Twice now youâve been blatant towards him and it is not helping him at all right now. Is he reading it wrong because heâs very obviously horny right now? Were you really trying to dangle your breasts in front of him like that? Are you really checking him out right now?Â
âSorryââ He looks down. âIâ uh, I dropped something.â He offers as an excuse, uncomfortably trying to shift from your view and avoid eye contact.Â
âSure.â You say with a roll of your eyes, knowing full well that he was hiding his cock. âI want something sweet. Sounds good?â You change the subject, reaching out and running your fingers down his arm.Â
He swallows hard, stiffening his shoulders and nodding to you. Without hesitation, you let your fingers stay against him for a few seconds longer, keeping eye contact with him before turning and opening a cupboard.Â
âPeanut butter crackers, cereal, and oatmeal.â You deadpan, slamming the cupboard and stepping to the fridge. âPudding.â Then you open the freezer. âPopsicles, and ice cream.â
Jay just stands there when you close the doors to the fridge and look at him in question. He could opt for the crackers but his throat is already dry enough. Choking right now would be even more humiliating. Cereal could work but that would be embarrassing too, for some reason. Oatmeal is an option, solely for how disgusting it looks, surely it would tame his boner.Â
But, popsicles? Hell no.
âGrab whatever you want, I'm eating a popsicle.â You say, raising a brow and throwing open the freezer door again to take your pick.
Of course, itâs intentional. Itâs fun to see his eyes light up at the very idea of seeing you eat a popsicle, and even more fun to imagine how flustered heâs going to be in mere minutes.
Jay looks to the floor and heads towards your fridge, also opting for a popsicle despite his very recent internal protest. Mostly so you donât think heâs a pervert when he inevitably sees you eat it. But also, like, just in case you really are trying to flirt with him right now, at least his lips will taste sweet too.Â
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You had expected Jay to get flustered, and boy did he. What you didnât expect though, was to become flustered yourself by the image of Jayâs tongue darting over sweet ice, and then over his own lips to suck up the melted and sticky juice. The only image in your head right now is the idea of if he would lick his lips like that if you were to spread your legs for him. Would he lick up your mess on his face, chasing the flavor the same way heâs doing right now?
A dull ache begins to spread throughout your body as you watch him. His eyes still avoid you but you manage to catch him a few times. Each time he makes eye contact with you, your gaze shoots to his lap just to see if heâs gotten hard enough for his cock to leave its tucked position in his waistband.Â
Jay is hyper-aware now too, with the way youâre staring and almost leaving your popsicle unattended as he eats his own. He feels confused, like? Are you doing what he was actively avoiding doing to you? Jesus, you really are kind of a whore, god.
By the time the popsicles are finished, your fingers are sticky from allowing it to drip down the stick. You make a point to suck each of your fingers innocently, looking under your lashes at him for split seconds as you begin to shuffle through the papers on the table.Â
âSoââ You say, popping one finger out of your mouth and inserting another. âCan we start here? I need to have a paper written on at least one topic on this list and have no idea how to find a good source to read from.â
Jay hears and sees you in tunnel vision right now, but he manages to catch the ass end of your sentence and begins to try and focus on the studies at hand. Still watching you suck your fingers into your mouth, he clears his throat and places his own popsicle stick onto the table, pretending he doesnât wish your tongue would lick him like that.
âI wrote mine based on this topic, and I found a lot of good sources for it. I donât think our professor would think too hard about us choosing the same subjectââÂ
âYeah, especially because itâs me. Theyâd never guess youâre in my apartment right now.â You laugh, smirking over at him.Â
âI wouldâve never guessed eitherââ Jay says without thinking, barely processing how embarrassing he is before you squint at him with a wider smile.Â
âOh yeah?â You ask, raising a brow and leaning forward. âWhyâs that?âÂ
Jay tries to look around but now canât seem to force his eyes away from you. A much different circumstance compared to before when he couldnât bring himself to look at you. Thereâs a connection here, he can feel it. Youâre definitely coming onto him and you have been for the past however long heâs been here.
âYouâre kind of out of my league, donât you think?â He laughs more at himself than he does the situation, and to you, he honestly looks pitiful after saying that. Itâs incredibly attractive to you in the way he seems to praise you for being a failure simply because heâs attracted to you. At least, thatâs the case if youâre reading him right.
âWho said someone like you couldnât teach me a thing or two?â You have a smile in your voice, and it comforts him, but that comfort is shot down when you stand on your feet and walk over to him. âWho says Iâm out of your league?â You ask again, watching him scoot back with his chair as you come closer.
You prop yourself against the table, essentially blocking him from his books and papers. You look down at him now, dipping your head in a playful way. âI donât think Iâm out of your league.âÂ
Jay notes how youâre between him and the table now. You look comfortable leaning in front of him like this, and when his eyes trail up to your face all his body can do is give in. He looks at you through large eyes, the overhead light is sparkling through them at you.Â
In that instant, you can see his embarrassment fill his body because heâs no longer resisting the urge to be himself. Heâs staring at you as if you could be a god and saying nothing in response to your words.Â
âIf anything, Jongieââ You soothe him, grabbing one of his hands and smiling at the way his pen immediately falls out of his grip. âYouâre out of my league.âÂ
He blinks up at you, soaking in the words and not yet understanding in full what youâre doing until he feels warmth enveloping the entirety of his hand and wrist.Â
âDo you know how lucky I am that youâre here right now?â You ask him, basking in the way you can see his breath get caught in his throat. âHow lucky I am that youâre not only smart but hot too?â
He dips his head at this, a bashful show of your words having an impact on him. He hides his face briefly against his arm and then he realizesâ
âIs this okay?â You ask, holding his hand in place as you begin to move your hips against his palm.
Jay watches the way youâve managed to pull his hand out and plant it between your legs, all so you could grind against it without so much as a warning. Heâs not against it though, if anything, his head is shot back to reality and heâs immediately back to glancing around the room and avoiding the scene in front of him.
His palm is against your literal, dampening panties, and all he can think to say right now is, âYou could write your thesis on human connection and its effects on the brain.âÂ
You smile at his attempt to continue to study through this moment.
âI could,â You say with a deeper voice than before, feeling the way his hand stays relaxed in your grasp as you grind against it. âOr we could think about how your brain is being affected right now?â
Jay groans, feeling the warmth of your wet beginning to seep through the fabric, and honestly, it is happening so fast that heâs sure it would be more embarrassing if he walked out now.Â
âHow are you feeling?â You reword your question towards him, intentionally swiveling your hips so that you can position his fingers into your underwear.Â
âYouâre warm.â Jay chokes out, eyes now zoning in on your legs slightly spread in front of him.Â
You let out a small laugh at this, pulling a bit on his arm to pull him closer, but he doesnât compute it at all.Â
âDo you like it?â You ask again, this time slipping his fingers into you. You let out a deep sigh and roll your eyes back, fucking yourself gently against his fingers before you look at him.
Heâs nodding, probably more thankful now that youâd worn a skirt today rather than pants. He didnât allow himself to take note of your attire, because if he did, he would have made even more of a fool of himself. But heâs nodding now, watching the way you hold his arm in place and slide his fingers in and out of you.Â
His silence is louder than his words could be right now, you think. You can feel him straighten his fingers inside of you, you can practically see him salivate at the very idea of how youâre using him right now. Youâre not done though, no, no. Heâs far too sweet like this, but you want to hear words.
Gently, you pull your hips back effectively slipping his fingers out of you. There, you lift his arm and examine your wetness against his fingers. You smile again, eyes now adjusting to his face rather than his wet fingers.Â
Jay watches as you guide his fingers to his lip, and without a second thought, he opens his mouth to taste you against them. He licks circles around each of the two fingers, closing his eyes almost instantly so that he can relish the experience.
He no longer cares how awkward he must seem sitting here like this, letting you do all the work.
âDo you like the taste too?â You ask, releasing his hand and watching how he continues to suck his fingers.Â
âMhmââ Jay groans with his closed mouth around the digits, making damn sure to suck every bit off.
âYouâre pretty, you know that?â You compliment him this time, tearing your eyes from him and slipping your panties down your legs. You turn yourself over so that youâre now bent over the table and you ignore the corner of one of the textbooks poking against your ribs, all in favor of what sound Jay will make when he opens his eyes.Â
âYou can taste more, if you want.â You offer, lifting to look behind you at the way his fingers drop from his mouth and his eyes immediately zone in on your bare pussy displayed for him under your hiked-up skirt.Â
He does let out a whimper, one that seemed entirely desperate to do just that for you butâhe doesnât move. He just stares, soaking in the words youâre saying, memorizing each fold and dip in your glistening pussy.
You donât intend to wait though. Reaching behind you, you grab the back of his head by his hair and guide his face to you. The way you can hear his chair tip over as he falls to his knees makes you quiver a bit before him, and youâre almost surprised to not just feel a face against you. It appears that Jay does know what heâs doing.Â
He instantly jumps into action, loving the feeling of your hand in his hair basically telling him to do it. Giving him that green light, letting him.
You can feel his tongue exploring and his other hand reaching to lift your skirt entirely over your ass. His tongue is soft, warm, wet, and so entirely eager to lick and suck every inch of you. Itâs not until he starts allowing his moans to vibrate into your flesh that you hike one of your legs up and open your cunt against his working tongue more.
Guiding him by his hair still, you press his face harshly into you with little to no fight for air from him, and youâre loving it. Loving the way he whines for more when his tongue reaches the furthest limit, loving even more when he finally reaches his hands up to your pussy and spreads it out for himself.
He isnât even thinking at this moment, just tasting and feeling you guide his tongue as if this is what you wanted all along. The thought alone of someone like you wanting to fuck his tongue like this sets his cock on fire in so many ways. Heâs so hard right now that it hurts to think about it at all. Jay doesnât give a single fuck about how pathetic he must sound to you right now, whimpering and panting against you as if this was the only sweet thing in your apartment he wanted to eat anyway.Â
You hear a clatter to the floor, knowing for a fact that heâs knocked his glasses off of his face from the angle in which he skewed his neck in order to fuck his tongue into you. You wonder whatâs going through his mind right now, because goddamn heâs eating you out like itâs the only thing heâs ever wanted. Heâs impressively messy and loud with it too, making you feel as if you must taste like the sweetest thing on earth to him.Â
For some reason, thinking back to all of the non-sexual situations youâd passively seen Jay in? It turns you on even more. The big-brained student who is constantly making straight As and never going out to parties eats pussy like this? Eats your pussy like this? Better than half of the men youâd already been with? Jay doesnât miss a single centimeter of it, and you can tell heâs focusing on you more than he has ever focused on his homework or studies before.Â
You feel so deeply needed at this moment by Jay that all you can do is let out a desperate moan for him. One so that he knows heâs not the only one utterly stunned by the turn of events, but also because youâre fucking loving what heâs doing to you.
With each moan, Jay picks up his pace, using those same two fingers and spreading your cunt out impossibly wider just so he can attempt to bury his tongue deeper into the messy, wet heat you offer. Heâs spreading you apart so well that it almost pains you to move without the fear of being torn open by his tongue alone. Your clit has barely even been reached but he still managed to make you feel sensitive to the point of wanting to beat your fists on the table out of sheer frustration for not approaching him sooner.Â
Not only can he help you pass your classes, but he surely could make you feel like a fucking queen on top of it all, licking you open, up and down, as if he were born and trained for you and you alone? Insane.
âYouâre soââ You groan out, releasing his hair from your grip but pressing your ass out more so that you can feel him slip his tongue back to your clit with impossible reach. He continues that, sliding his tongue from your clit to your entrance, dipping in and swirling the muscle before going back to your clit. All while heâs moaning, groaning, and panting against you.Â
Itâs too much, heâs so incredibly eager that youâre honestly too sensitive to let him keep going. You hate it when you pull your hips forward and lift from the table. Your legs are shaking when you do this, and shaking even more when you turn to face him and lean against the table again.Â
âHowâ?â You look down at him in pleasant surprise, watching him lick his lips much like you hoped he would. âHow are you so good at this?âÂ
Jay is stunned by your question because in all fairness, heâs only ever eaten a girl out once and like, it wasnât that great because she made him stop within like a minute. He wasnât really thinking about what to do with you though, or how to do it. He justâŠdid it. Thatâs all. So obsessed with the taste and smell of you to the point he couldnât stop himself even if he wanted to. Heâd still be licking you right now if you didnât move away.Â
âIâdonât know.â He shamefully admits, nonchalantly moving his hands to his pants and unbuttoning them. Not to fuck you or anything, mostly just to release his cock from the chokehold of the denim rubbing against him.Â
âYouâre lying.â You deadpan, running your hand between your legs and quivering the moment your fingers run over your swollen clit. âThereâs no way you havenât practiced doing this.â You gasp, looking at him as if no other man exists.Â
He shakes his head, looking up at you from the floor with innocent eyes. His lips are wet, his eyes are hooded, his hair sticking up from your fingers guiding himâ itâs a lot to see him like this when youâve only ever seen him as that goody-two-shoes student who doesnât know how to have fun. Clearly, Jay knows how to have fun.
Your gaze on him makes him feel more bashful as he looks down to the floor, feeling embarrassed that youâre praising a complete amateur at this.Â
Using your leg, you nudge him.
âYou did all of that and didnât even touch yourself?â You ask in curiosity, noting how he had only just now undone his pants to relieve pressure. âLet me see it.â You say again, almost demanding as you hop up on the table and spread your legs even more.
Frantic at your tone of voice, Jay stumbles to his feet and pushes his pants down to his thighs. His cock springs out and stands erect in front of you. You could stare all day, honestly. Jay, of all people? Heâs the one with a cock this big? Heâs the one with a size that could make you feel as if youâre being split in half? Well, fuck.
âGod.â You comment, mouth falling open at the way it twitches in mid-air. âAll of the girls would be fucking swooning, Jay, really.â You get a bit flustered yourself because only now do you understand who you just seduced and what heâs got to offer outside of brains.Â
In all of his shyness, Jay hides his face from you again despite his cock out in all of its glory. Your mouth could honestly start watering if he hadnât just eaten you out to the point of needing him to stop. Meaning, your throat is too dry right now to start drooling.Â
Without another thought, you pull your shirt and bra off all in one go. No way in hell is he leaving without fucking you stupid with a cock like that. Absolutely no fucking way would you let this go to waste.
âWhenâs the last time youâve done anything with a girl?â You ask now, reaching for his arm and pulling his gaze back towards you, now almost completely naked save for your skirt hiked up to your waist.Â
Jay stares at you again, much like he did when you spread your legs in front of him, this time zoning in on the way your nipples are erect and begging for his mouth to be put to use again. He nearly forgets that youâre talking to him because of the way youâve presented yourself to him. The reality is right in front of his face, but he still wonders if this must be a dream.
âIâumâ right out of high school before she broke up with me,â He says in a lazy voice, slightly raspy. It sounds as if it doesnât even matter to him because he is so focused on you in front of him. âIâve only had sex two times.â
âAwââ You pitifully look at him. âWhat a waste, youâre such a pretty boy.â You coo, wiggling your hips as if to entice his cock to make its way towards you. âYouâve got the brains and the cock for it. You must feel so neglected.â
All he does is nod, because yes, he does feel fucking neglected, partly because he let it happen and mostly because he knows he doesnât know how to talk to girls. Right now, Jay could genuinely start crying if you keep talking to him like this though. He canât tell if youâre mocking him or being genuine, but the only thing he wants to do is bury his cock so deeply inside of you that all you can do is moan out mantras of how pretty he is again. He wants to hear you moan over how much time has been wasted without his cock inside of you, how badly youâd want him again and again after this.Â
You can see his facial expressions change every few seconds and to be fair, your body yearns to be filled. With the way he is looking at you, thereâs no way he doesnât want to.
âWanna fuck me, Jongie?â You ask, realizing that you much prefer calling him this rather than his full name because he seems to lean directly into it.Â
âGod,â He sighs out, hanging his head to look at the way his cock still stands painfully erect throughout the conversation. âCan I?â He asks now, making eye contact with you through pleading eyes.
You reach out for him, grabbing his waist and pressing his cock directly against your core. You lean your head back a bit to look at him and the way his eyes sear straight through your own. His pupils are dilated, his cheeks are rosy, and his lips are glistening. You lick against them, and the way he immediately starts to kiss you makes you think heâs a liar. He knows exactly what heâs doing with his mouth regardless of where it is. His tongue presses into your mouth so beautifully that you genuinely could argue that this man has only ever had sex twice.Â
Maybe heâs a natural?Â
Jay knows exactly when to grind his cock between your folds, knows exactly when to pull back to kiss your neck, and knows exactly how to lean you back with his hand protecting the back of your head so that it doesnât slam against the table.Â
He slips his cock so beautifully as he trails his kisses to your tits too, suckling gently against one of your nipples before he nearly canât stand it anymore. Heâs in his own world, barely recognizing that heâs not the only one experiencing this right now.
With an eager hand, Jay grabs his cock and presses it directly into you without waiting any longer. He isnât slow or gentle with it. You can feel how desperate he is solely because of the way he canât seem to fathom taking it slow. He doesnât let you adjust, no. The second the head of that thick cock slips in heâs slamming in. All the way, forcing a yelp from your throat and a tight grip to his back.
Heâs lost himself in the moment and youâre loving it. Loving the way his tongue picks up against your nipples, and the way there is no rhythm or rhyme to his thrusts. His size alone is enough for you, and you can admit to loving every single push and pull his body is offering.
The room is silent save for his whimpers, your gasps, and the wet sound of skin slapping against skin. Youâre quick to wrap a leg around his waist so that when he presses in again, you can force him to stay in place, if just to let him genuinely feel what itâs like to have a pussy clenching around him.
âYou feel it?â You groan out, feeling his teeth pinch against your nipple and sending a sharp pain down your body.Â
He nods frantically, pulling your nipple with his lips as he does it. You can tell heâs drooling, wetting your chest in such an embarrassing way, but heâs soâJay. Heâs Jay. This is Jay.
You watch his face and the way he winces with each pulse of your hole quivering around the sheer size of him, and you coo out at him when his cock twitches in response. As if you can handle yourself right now, as if he can too.
Neither of you can comprehend the pleasure.
âCanât believe I get to be your third.â You sing out. âYouâre so good, soââ
âS-stop talking, fuck-â Jay calls out in a broken and choked gasp, feeling too turned on by the way you speak. He canât help it when he forces his hips to move against the pressure of your leg trying to keep him in place. This time he fucks at a quicker pace. His mouth falls open against your breast and his hands shoot to your waist as he pulls himself up and opens his eyes.Â
He watches the way your sticky cunt coats him as he slides in and out of you, fingers pressing so hard into your hips that you feel he could be bruising you.Â
Youâre so in awe of him losing complete control that you want nothing more than to cum with him inside of you. You quickly reach your hand down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles against the sensitive spot almost to the point that you could start crying out at how painful it truly is at this moment. Youâve never been this sensitive for a man, and yet, youâre coming undone beneath him and nearly losing as much control as he has.Â
A mess of moans and groans is filling the room as Jay chases his high, and you are at the point that you want to say the nicest and dirtiest things to him out of sheer arousal. So you do, you talk, and you talk. Whispers of âgirls would die to be fucked by you,â turn to screams of, âyeah, fuck Jongie, just like that!âÂ
It wasnât until you moaned out, âCum with me, now, Jongie, I canât hold itââ when Jay âs hips stuttered and his eyes closed tightly in a frustrated groan. âStopââ He grunts, hips pressing impossibly hard against you. To the point that you scoot up on the table. âStop, Iâmââ He groans again, attempting to pull out so that he can release against your pulsing and empty pussy.
But you donât let him.
Your legs hold him in place as you release your clit and pull yourself up on your arms just to grab against his neck and pull him down with you against the table.Â
âCum in me.â You nearly demand, holding his face so that he canât look away from you.
You watch the way his pupils dilate more at the words and you feel the way his cock twitches inside of you. Then? His pupils are gone. Heâs rolling his eyes back now, looking so fucking beautiful while doing it.
Jayâs eyebrows fall much like his mouth does when he cums. His hips are frantic but his face looks calm, and not a single sound releases from his lips. His breath is caught in his throat with each twitch, shooting ropes into you so deeply that you feel each wave of his pleasure hitting your cervix.Â
 Youâre very quick to rub your clit again, harsh and rough circles being amplified by the way his abdomen adds pressure to your hand with each push of his cock in you. It sends you over edge so fast, even he feels the clench, choking out each spurt of his remaining orgasm.Â
You grab onto him harshly now, without a thought in your head besides kissing him. He kisses you back, realizing that despite having sex before, this may be the first time heâs ever made a girl cum. Itâs certainly the first time heâs ever felt his cock being tugged by the walls of a pussy as it works itself through an orgasm, anyway.
Crazy thing isâŠheâs not done. Like, he canât stop cumming. Lasting entirely far too long and far past sensitivity. Jay opens his eyes to look at you when youâre reaching the end of your own orgasm, all while heâs still filling you up, and even feeling his load bubble out from around him with each tight thrust. Your voice is beautifully raspy, and the way you hold onto him makes him feel like you should never let go.Â
Upon his ears popping and finally emptied, he genuinely feels the mess between the two of you. Quickly, he pulls back and notes that the hem of his shirt is absolutely fucking soaked. In an attempt to take a small step back in order to remove himself from you, he nearly trips over his pants that had fallen to his ankles.
âOh.â You laugh, wincing as you feel his cock leave you empty. âProbably should have undressed you.â Your eyes sparkle at the large damp spot, nearly making his shirt entirely see-through from just how soaked it really is.Â
Jay steps out of his pants silently and just kind of stands there awkwardly, watching the cum spill from you. Then panic spreads across his face.Â
âUm,â He croaks out, voice cracking almost immediately. âIâ I couldnât pull outâŠIâm so sorry.â
âI didnât want you to.â You soothe him, noting how heâs right back to his awkward and shy persona the moment heâs finished fucking you. âItâs fine, Iâm protectedâ You confirm for him, just to see the relief replace that panic.
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âSoââ You comment, looking down at the wrinkled papers in front of you. âYou really expect me to try and write at least 1200 words tonight?âÂ
Jay tilts his head at you, sitting with a blanket covering his entire body as his clothes go through the cycles of a wash. âIf we hadnât gotten off track, you could already be almost done with it.âÂ
âGod, you are such a fucking bore.â You laugh, shivering at the cold air hitting your bare skin. âIâm literally naked right now and youâre making me do this right now?âÂ
âFinish your paper and we can talk about that. Besides, I kind of need to recover for more than thirty minutes from that, you know? Iâm sensitive.â He shoots back, not afraid to sound as embarrassing as he truly is now.Â
To his surprise, you nod with a cheeky smirk. Promising you any amount of him after what happened was enough to force your focus on your school work for now at least. Just because he did it once doesnât mean he will always want to fuck stupid girls. If anything, Jay deserves someone who respects his work ethic and need to help others right? The huge cock is just a bonus when you think about it.
You know itâs going to be a hell of a month after tonight, but for the most part, you think that studying with Jay may have been your best college decision to date. You can learn a lot from him, and apparently... he can learn from you too. You just hope he doesnât run off and use that knowledge on other girls once he realizes heâs definitely got the ability to break hearts.Â
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I just need everyone to know what just happened to me please. I was playing ajpw admiring my speedily approved masterpiece took some screenshots of it yk whatever just hanging out. Left to play some minigames, come back, AND ITS GOT SOMEONE ELSES USERNAME ON IT. so naturally I immediately take a screenshot to be like âyo wtf is thisâ and it slowly dawns on me that I may need to send an email to ajhq with these screenshots as proof to get it fixed.
So I go to their website which does NOT have a support email listed on it ANYWHERE that I could find btw. Terrible design. Good graphics but bad UX since I was kind of freaking out (hate sending emails) anyway their only method to get in touch was. Their ingame help menu buried in the settings. And I wanted to give them a formal and detailed explanation but it turns out the amount of information you can include in your bug report is about the length of your average tweet.
AGAIN. HORRIBLE DESIGN. AND THEY MADE ME SOLVE A MULTIPLICATION PROBLEM TO ACCESS THAT SO CLEARLY IT IS FOR PEOPLE OLDER THAN EIGHT YEARS OLD AND SHOULD MAYBE HAVE A LITTLE MORE WRITING ROOM. But I digress. I tell them the problem, give them my email, send the bug report, and turn to gaze forlornly upon my poor miscredited artâŠ.. only to see that IT FIXED ITSELF WHILE I WAS WRITING THE REPORT.
I still have the screenshots, and I DO think that whatever caused that bug NEEDS to be fixed because if it could happen to me for five minutes it could probably happen to someone else for five months without them knowing since you can trade art around and just lose track of it
But also the part of this that irritates me the most and makes me honestly unsure if it was unlucky coincidence, human error, or a well-intentioned move from someone behind the scenes was that the person whose name was put on my art. Had a passingly similar art style to me. Like, you could look at my picture and one of theirs and go âidk, maybe this was the same person a couple of months apart,â because their pictures were fan art and what im going to call still lifes. And the one I made was a scene with an OC.
So like⊠did someone at ajhq fuck up? Was it just a weird visual bug? Was it just for me, or was there an error on the ajpw servers that would make this personâs name display for anyone who viewed the art while the glitch was active? I donât know and I donât have the ability to find out bc Iâm just one person and none of my friends actively play ajpw so I couldnât hit someone up to come see if it showed on their screen too.
I just really hope that whatever caused the whole thing gets patched tbh. Stress inducing, not fun, could cause a lot of problems for artists if left unchecked.
#36.txt#36.storytime#new tag for when I go on a Big Fucken Rant#not gonna tag this with any of the game/fandom tags bc i donât want people to come for me for swearing in my post about a kids game lmao#maybe they wouldnt idk anything about the tumblr aj fanbase#dont wanna risk it tho lol#and yes btw that very art is in the queue of this very blog at this very moment. youll know it bc I just complain#about how terrible the art program was in the caption#anyway if I have any followers who play this game. commission me! playwild only tho cause I can use my drawing tablet on it but not classic
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#i usually put this kind of stuff in the drafts so you don't need to read it. go ahead if you want i don't care just like. don't respond lol#but this is just for me to vent publicly so it feels like the thoughts went somewhere#my sister's best friend's mom just got put in hospice and they say she has about 3 more days#and i could hear my little sister bawling when my mom told her and it's breaking my heart#they're barely teenagers they're too young for this#and my mom's trying to write an email to the father and she can't fucking do it. i wanna help but she doesn't want any which i get#i can hear my sister either giggling or crying in her room right now i can't tell which but it sounds more like laughing. i hope it is#my mom and my sister are going to do to the hospice room to say goodbye to her i think tomorrow#and i really just want to be able to hang out with my sister bc i know it's gonna be really scary for her after but i have to work#if one person complains about their problems to me at work tomorrow i'm gonna get fucking fired for what i do next#that's probably not true but i'm gonna feel like it#i don't know this woman but i know my sister loves her and my mom is friends with the father so i mean i'm not really grieving but they are#and i wish i knew what to do#at least this was somewhat expected like she was in the later stages of her cancer but i don't think anyone was thinking it would happen no#i don't know if i should post this. i want to because i have so many posts like this in my drafts and it never makes me feel any better#but i don't like sharing ultra personal stuff like this especially about other people even if nobody knows who i am#i'll post it for now but i'll delete it later. i just need it to be out there a little bit so there's proof it exists#i think this is something i should be adding trigger tags for?#tw cancer#tw death#tw grief#shut up hanna
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