#after so many re-writes

[soaringonblackwings]

Legacy of a Dream Ch 1

External: A03

Chapter: 1/4

Summary: One night a vision from the Crimson Dragon spurs Crow into looking into Pearson's death. As his student he feels he should find out the truth. At the end of it all, will he figure out how to continue Pearson's legacy?

Crow tossed around under the covers. A nightmare version of his memory of when Pearson died was replaying in his dreams.

He ran into the burning building. It wasn’t an exact one-for-one recreation of the event. Pearson was nowhere to be found. Amidst the flames there was laughter. A shadowy figure floating about causing a ruckus. Crow couldn’t make out what it was. It was no use trying to follow it as the flames were blocking the way. The fire became more intense causing part of the building to cave in.

Crow shot up, breathing hard. Beads of sweat falling down his face. The tail mark glowing brightly on his arm before dimming down. The last thing he wanted was to relive one of the worsts time in his life while asleep. He didn’t want to recall that memory properly when awake.

“What was that dream…?” He looked at his arm.

-

The day started off relatively normal. Crow got up and got ready for work. Just before that he checked the mail. A letter was addressed to him.

Hey, Crow! I found out you made it to the city! There was only one person I know that could have a name like ‘Blackbird Delivery’. So, I did some snooping around. I hope you don’t mind. It is good to know you are doing well. I know it has been a long time since we met, so this might feel sudden. Once I got my company up and running, I got a grave for Pearson. I know how much he meant to you, so I thought I let you know.

          From, Bolton.

At the end of the letter was directions to the gravesite. It has been a long time since he has ever thought of his mentor and Bolton. He made a note to visit the grave at some point.

Though he did have to wonder about the impeccable timing of this letter. Right after that dream.

Crow let out a yawn preparing for today’s work.

That night the memory played out again. When he ran in, he saw Pearson. He knew it was dream but he still wanted to save his mentor. When Crow got close, the shadowy figure from last time flew between them. It fanned the flames, making the fire spread and rise. A piece of the ceiling came falling down on Crow.

Crow jolted awake. Gasping for air. His right arm once again glowing a dim light. Was the Crimson Dragon trying to tell him something? It had to be because the only other option was that Pearson was trying to reach him from death. For normal people that would be a crazy thought. But for Crow, that possibly had to be a consideration. After two nights in a row of prophetic dreams, he figured it was time to pay a visit to an old friend.

-

He arrived at the graveyard, following the instructions Bolton gave him in the letter. There was a lot he had to tell his old friend. He didn’t think to bring flowers, so he came empty handed.

“Crow is that you?” Hearing a familiar voice, Crow looked up to see another longtime friend.

“Bolton!” Crow shouts.

The two greeted each other.

“Crow, man it has been so long. I am glad my letter reached you.” Bolton said.

“What brings you here.” Crow asks. “I would think a CEO like yourself would be too busy for stuff like this.”

“Aww, don’t be like that.” Unlike Crow Bolton brought flowers. He placed them on the grave. “Let’s talk for a while.”

The duo chatted about the past and their new lives.

“So you are joining the WRPG?” Bolton asked. “If so, I can sponsor your team. I can get you brand new engines and everything you need.”

“Huh, that would be great!” Excited he almost agreed without discussing his team. This could put an end to their engine problem. “Let me talk to my friends first.”

Bolton looked in the direction of Blackbird. “I want to do whatever I can to help you.”

“Thanks Bolton. I’ll get back with you as soon as possible.”

“I should get going.”

“Um Bolton… were you… able to talk to him before his death?” Crow asked. It was silent between the two. Bolton could tell this was hitting Crow hard.

“I was off doing my own thing. I don’t even remember what I said to him before he died.” Bolton placed a hand on Crow’s shoulder. “Let’s work hard to continue what Pearson wanted.”

The two parted ways for now. Crow looked to the sky. His day was just beginning. His next destination was the factory.

Those dreams were recollections of the day he found Pearson burning alive. The key difference between his memory and the dream was the shadow. He did not remember a shadow during the event. He glanced down at his right arm. Just what was it trying to tell him? That was the mystery.

He arrived at the abandoned factory. It was barely standing. This whole place was a danger zone. Fallen beams everywhere. Bad air quality. But there was no choice but to go inside. He had to hope that the mark would give him a clue. Walking in Crow took careful steps over the burnt debris. Further in he recalled all the memories he had in this place.

The mark began to shine when he reached a certain spot. The area began to morph. The walls became fixed and there was no sign of arson. In the vision the shadow monster was attacking Crow’s monster. It was a Blackwing that belongs to Pearson. When the monster attacked, it knocked over an oil lamp setting off the fire. When that happen, the area returned to the present and the mark stopped glowing.

“What was that?” Crow had been paying more attention to the monster than the person controlling it. One thing was for sure; this wasn’t a freak accident. Pearson was murdered. Crow was going to find out who did it.

[nicercymybeloved]

Very attached to the idea that if Percy had been a woman she would have been named Ariadne. Like, I know that Persephone is a popular fanon name for female Percy because it's a nice way to keep her nickname. I've also seen Andromeda used by some because she lives a long life with Perseus in the myths. But Sally would have at least considered it right? Because Ariadne's a popular female figure in mythology, linked to both Theseus and Dionysus, two other famous figures in mythology. She was a clever mortal princess who was dealt a bad hand because her father's arrogance allowed him to think that he could get away with defying a god, just like how Poseidon's arrogance allowed him to think that he could get away with breaking the pact he made with Zeus and Hades. And in the end, Ariadne survived both her family's legacy and Theseus's abandonment, becoming Dionysus's immortal wife in both the PJO universe and in many retellings of the myth of the Minotaur and Theseus in real life. Ariadne got to live out her happy ending just like how Perseus did in mythology, which is the main reason why Sally even gave Percy the name Perseus to begin with. Am I delusional to think that Sally would have given a female Percy the name Ariadne? Who the fuck knows. But I'm so attached to the idea that it literally just supersedes any other name I could have come up with

[sthenoaloraquest]

🌩 Onyx Storm Spoilers

There is a post that I just reblogged by watch-talk-read that brought up a great point. They also had great questions.

They pointed out how the Irids said they left Andarna with the humans to see if they would evolve under the wanderstones in hopes they no longer used magic as a weapon (bottom of pg. 346 ch. 41) .

When Andarna is finishing her "about me" story to the Irids, she says on pg. 344 "To ask if you'll come to fight with us. To see if the knowledge was passed down of how the venin were defeated during the Great War, or if you know how to cure them." Andarna does not talk about the wardstones in ch. 41 or 42 to the Irids. At the end of ch. 40 Violet and Ridoc are not talking about them either, so it's not like that the Irids overheard them. The Irids knew about both of them beforehand.

Now flashback to the except in ch. 7, "If I'm to be court-martialed for helping Braxtyn defend his people, then I shall welcome the trial. All who channel from dragon and gryphon alike should flourish under the wards, and now Aretia will be that haven should one of the others ever return." Journal of Lyra of Morraine. Now, the ending of that sounds like the Irids have already left and made their decision of "girl bye your too much drama. We'll leave you with an egg" and if that's the case, the wardstone in Aretia was possibly never activated. If that wasn't the outcome and Lyra was talking about venin returning, then both wardstones were activated, and more than likely it was someone from the six that caused it to eventually fail. The six are already split amongst themselves on keeping the creation of the wardstones secret and letting others know.

Also, ch. 7 answers a question I have seen floating around. How is it that when the Irids fired the Aretia wardstone, the gryphon riders didn't lose magic like they do in Bagiath? Well, in Lyra's writing blurb for ch. 7 it's suggested that Aretia would be a safe haven for both dragon and gryphon alike. That same chapter on pg 65 basically confirms this, "...as we watch a spot on the top line of runes differentiating Navarre's wardstone from Aretia's bubbling outward." The wardstones look similar but don't have the same lines of runes. The blocking rune for the gryphons was never on the Aretia wardstone.

One more thing. Its Sawyer who removes the runes from the wardstone. I still have a feeling a metallurgist was part of the six. Again, the six are the only ones who know how the wardstones were created. I doubt they would have brought in someone random.

[patchworkcuddlebug]

One's Compared Dollhood

A Tea Dolls story.

Honey stood just barely against the wall, patient and courteous. Beside it, Lemon shuffled from foot to food, its hands pressing against its uniform where pockets would be. Ginger sits on the floor, knees to its chest, staring in no particular direction as it fidgets with the cross-shaped charm on its necklace. They have all been silent, but not still.

Sugar steps out of the witch's workshop, gently closing the door behind it. "It's going to be okay. Its core just faltered after overexertion, it just needs some rest and a routine tune-up."

Ginger finally exhaled, letting its head fall against the wall. "...god, alright. It's okay."

"Yeah, that's great! This one was so worried after it just collapsed like that." Lemon said with a relieved smile. "It guesses that one'll just need to take it easier from now on, huh?"

Ginger glares into the other doll. "It's fine. Today was an accident, that one can take care of itself." Its hand was getting twitchier, the porcelain imprint mimicking a thumbnail flicking against the left arm of the cross. It keeps hitting against its chest, making a dull clink.

Lemon sulks away, grabbing at its own shoulder. Sugar, meanwhile, finds itself focusing more on Ginger's necklace. "This one still doesn't-"

"Don't." Ginger growled, eyes fierce and voice strained. "Not today."

Honey looks to Lemon, who looks just as awkward. It begins to shuffle out of the hallway, Honey following as it takes the hint. Like a good doll.

The two dolls follow each other down the stairs, further from the witch's quarters. They wind up in the dining room, where Miss goes to eat. Honey scans the room, the table long enough to seat twelve.

"This one can set the table." Honey says, setting off into action. "What is Miss having for supper?"

"...leftovers. There's still too much stroganoff. The container is reheatable, so we only have to worry about pouring her drink and cleaning after."

"Sorry. Then, this one can..." The tablecloth was even, all the chairs are pushed in, the candle ornaments are still fresh enough to last weeks of lightings. The windows are cleaned and the floors are swept and mopped and the fireplace is stocked.

"It'll replace the candles." Honey began, collecting the center-most candelabra and-

Lemon places a hand on Honey's shoulder. "This one knows that that one is worried, but... those are still fresh. They should really be left-"

Honey winces and places the candelabra back. "Sorry."

"Oh, no, it's fine! What doll doesn't want to work?" Lemon smiles, just a little forced, as honey tries to straighten the candelabra's placement. "That's the whole reason Cinnamon, uh, is currently out of commission. Temporarily."

Honey brought its hands together, trying to steady itself. "If... this one wouldn't be out of place to ask, could that one explain why..."

Ginger and Cinnamon are so close? That might be too intimate, and good dolls need to be respectful. Sugar can be so... no, it can't even think of a word that can't be misconstrued as disrespectful. Why... the others...

"Oh, it's... complicated." Lemon answered, before Honey could ask. "Does that one want to sit? This is-"

Honey pulls out a chair and sits down. Lemon nods and does the same just beside it.

"Sugar was Miss's first doll, then this one, then..." Lemon tilted its head. "Well, it was pretty much at the same time for those two. This one tries not it ask for too many details, since they both seem a little... sensitive about their becommings. From what it was told, it thinks... Cinnamon, and then Ginger? But that sounds wrong now that it's saying that out loud...." It looks away for a moment as it trails off, before shrugging and turning back to Honey.

"Sugar and Ginger have some…" Lemon hesitates, recalling the exact words used. "…Ideological differences when it comes to dollhood." It gestures off to the side, miming as if someone was there. "Ginger mostly became for Cinnamon's sake, so it doesn't really have any bad memories of humanity. At least, uh, not in the grand scheme of things."

"And uh... well, Sugar was, um..." Lemon blushed as it turned its face away. "Sugar... had such a terrible life. So many awful things happened to it, and so many people mistreated it..."

Lemon... hesitates. It seems caught on something.

"Is that one okay?" Asks Honey, as it supposed a good doll would. "Yes! Yes, sorry." Lemon says, seeming shaken awake. "Um, are... is that one okay? This one's never heard about that one's becoming."

"Ah, yes. Honestly, this one never really dwelt on it." Honey kept itself polite and docile as it answered, trying to move on as the other doll wanted. "It was rather unremarkable. It just kind of... happened, without much note. This one drank tea."

"Yes, yes, this one was there," Lemon nodded as it spoke, hurrying Honey along, "but what about that one's feelings?"

Honey looked aside just long enough to consider it's answer. "Well, this one was already rather doll-like as a person. As a maid, it didn't spend as much time on one individual as with Miss, but the duties are comparable. It also already had a lot of experience with destructive self-critique, so the doll thoughts are not as overwhelming as they could be."

Lemon looked at it with concern. Bad doll, it said something wrong.

"...what does that one mean?"

Honey... winces. It worries that it misspoke, making another concerned for itself when it shouldn't be. Bad doll.

"The doll thoughts. How to be a good doll and why. Like, when it... sorry, when this one cannot be a good doll, or it makes a mistake, it cannot stop thinking about how it is a bad doll. It is like... a buzzing in this one's mind, the thoughts grabbing it by the hair and pulling at its roots until it can be good."

Lemon hides its mouth behind its hand, eyes wide. "No, no... god, no. That's not... It's just an intuition, not... that. Like, sure, it can't disobey, but... feeling polite feels nice, not forced like that. Oh god, Honey, has it been like that the whole time?"

Lemon seems on the verge of tears. "Lemon, please don't worry, it's not..." It's not that bad. Just say it's not that bad. Good dolls take care of each other, a good doll is polite and reassuring. Just say that this one has been managing alright.

Good dolls don't lie. They shouldn't even consider it. The truth should be an automatic reflex, the doll's perfect stillness stop it from having such deceitful considerations. Bad doll.

Honey flinches away. "Sorry."

Lemon stands, grabbing Honey's hand. "C'mon, we need to talk to Miss, that one can't keep going-"

"No!" Honey yelled too loud, pulling too hard against the other. "No, y-you-" Honey lurched as it tried to pull it's hand away, wincing at itself. "Fuck, sorry, it... n-no, no, good dolls don't swear, sorry..."

"Honey..."

It hardens it's posture, standing like a brick. "Good dolls take care of themselves, and... i-itself? A-and, and Cinnamon... this one can't interrupt Miss's work, it..."

Honey lowers itself back onto its chair. Arms tight, legs together, head down. "This one just... needs to be a good doll. It needs to. Sorry."

Lemon looked at the doll with pity and horror. After a moment too long of consideration, it left into the kitchen through the connected door, quickly returning with a glass of sweet tea.

"It's just some cheap instant mix. This one picked some up last time it was in town." Lemon says shyly as it hands off the glass. "This one... doesn't know much about what you're going through, or how to help. But... it knows you like iced tea."

Honey tried to think of how to respond. Reassuring it that it didn't have to do such a thing would make it sound less entitled, but it may sound ungrateful. Simply thanking it would be too impersonal, and-

"Please, just... drink. It would make this one feel happier for that one's sake."

Honey sipped what was poured for it. It was great, especially since it was just water and syrup. That one is such a good doll.

Lemon stopped in consideration as Honey set its drink down. Then it looked around for a coaster, and picked its cup back up, letting the chill spread through its hand.

"After this one became, tea is the biggest thing that helped it adapt to being a doll." Lemon reminisces. "At first, it was so worried about its whole life changing, but the tea helped it focus on all the good parts of being..." Lemon's heart sank. "Wait, is that why that one's first tea made it... react so awfully? If it makes doll thoughts stronger, then... oh god, no wonder it freaked out."

Honey is frozen. Freak out? It hated thinking of itself like that, as something that freaks out.

"Sorry, that was the wrong way to say that, uh... there's nothing wrong with what happened, y'know? Nothing to be ashamed of!" Lemon laughed nervously, unsure of how to hold its hands.

Honey finishes the last of its drink, and begins to stand. "Thank you again for the drink, but this one should busy itself."

"Wait!" Lemon called out, standing to match the other doll. "Before that one leaves, this one just wanted to say... that one's the best doll in the manor." It begins to smile, despite itself. "It always sees that one doing something, or desperate to do more. It cares so much for the others, and... it should be proud of itself."

Honey hesitated, only for a moment. It doesn't doubt the sincerity of that one's words, a good doll would never do such a thing. But it feels guilty for saying so much, oversharing the remnants of its humanity, placing the burden onto another and manipulating them into this pitying reassurance. Bad doll.

Honey bowed. "Thank you very much for the kind words."

And so it left to busy itself. It held the impression that there was more Lemon wanted to say. Of course, that made it feel like a bad doll. All it could to was keep moving, hoping the next task could be done well enough to not deserve to be a bad doll.

[kindlythevoid]

Any Rewind updates coming soon? 👀

If I was a very lucky person. I'd say we might see one as soon as this Friday.

But then. It may not be a very good chapter, and it may actually be a part one of a chapter.

But if it is finished, and edited, and the people want the not-very-good chapter...

Then perhaps. Perhaps we will have one on Friday.

Kindly,

The Void

[xmushy-gushyx]

September 29, 2024 "I lost my virginity"

I fucked him first just as we planned, there'd been multiple occasions where he almost lost control and fucked me into my nest like the pretty little fuckdoll I am but he composed himself <3

So It started with the shower, he got in and was meant to invite me inside when he was ready,

During this time I tried to clean up my room and get the toys and such prepared

my mom ended up coming home and interrupting that. I sat on the stairs waiting for him to finish showering, I had to not tell him she was home so he could finish his shower. Then my mom finished her business and left. Me hopping into the shower next.

Excitedly I cuddled him naked in my bed when i returned from cleaning. Then I slipped the strap-on on. Rule 1. We'd set before was we'd both keep our binders on, a rule we'd quickly ignore. He had to help me lube my toy up with some hand cream cause I've never had to use anything as lube before, but it really didn't take long for almost all of the 8 inches to be inside him <3<3<3

He was pretty under me, I like listening to his sounds and making him feel oh so good, I thought it'd be easier but literally after a minute my body and legs were exhausted so quickly I have to work on that

His internal grip is so strong he kept popping my dick off @~@

Since I couldn't pound into him that well we moved to the pretty puppy riding me! And gods was he cute moving himself up and down the entire eight inches. This didn't last long with puppy's legs getting all sore <3

So we shifted again

I think I fucked him for a bit by hand, I remember being, semi-confused by how to do it and then I remember having to switch hands frequently which I believe added to some confusion later

When we switched he planned to keep the big one in him whike fucking me but it took a minute to find his confetti dick and my very unsexy panicking while looking probably didn't help him keep all of the toy inside him (💧^-^)

When it was my turn he slipped into the harness as I readjusted some pieces for him. I laid down on my back with my legs spread, he took a good look at all of me, calling me cute and such as I felt so embarrassed. he popped the head inside of me and slipped the rest into me, me struggling around the constant slight discomfort of it being inside me(Not that the one in me was anywhere near the size of the one in him-)

He tried thrusting into me for a bit much his cute pathetic body couldn't keep up with that for long

So he switched to his hand, and I remember that being the best feeling I had ever felt thrusting into me, pathetically gasping and moaning I'm sure while my fingers slipped down to play with myself(never being one for internal stimulation myself >~<)

I remember there being this peak where all I could think about was how good I felt, right on edge, and then he falters for a moment while switching hands

"That was all with my left :D"

He said, dumb cute little smile on his face while wave of confusion hits me for meer seconds before, my eyes tolling back as he pounds harder into me than I'd ever experienced thus far

I made this little "uh uh uh uh" sounds in sync with him pounding into me

"Uh uh uh"

My brain melting as my heart raced, pleasure I never realized so possible from such stimulation until tears began to form in my eyes, breath quick as choked sobs escaped me

I heard him awwing at me as I pulled him closer, shaking and needing him to be pressed against me so I didn't break down sobbing with my mother still downstairs.

We laid there for a bit, toy still inside me, just heat against one another as I calmed down from all the pleasure chemicals rushing through me

He slipped the toy out of me, a pop sound as it left covered in my slick.

I laid under him and as soon as my body completely relaxed, my hips started rocking. He sighed and chuckled, moving to grab his vibrator for his very very silly>:(( idea of roulette(v.1 beta)

He asked me to pick a number between 1 and 10, 7, but I swear he clicked 8, it was this infuriating setting "bubububuzz, rest, bubububuzz, rest" over and over as I grinded against it, whining at him in frustration at my unsatisfaction. Then he let me pick again when I'd gotten all fussy, I don't remember the next setting, but the one after it was just one ahead of the perfect setting. I can still here his teasing "awwww" as I cried out in frustration

After a little bit of struggle and dissatisfaction I was huffing and puffing, slipping my hand between my legs and holding the button myself to change the setting, my boyfriend scolded me but let me continue(probably seeing the annoyance in my gaze) and as it finally landed on the good setting I got all cozy

Melting into sweet sounds and letting pleasure wash over me as the toy buzzed against my clitty >////<

Finishing and getting all cuddled together after, melting into his warmth yet again, nuzzling against him, and then he asked me to fuck him again sighing in disbelief but happily obliging.

I moved between his legs, taking this time to inspect him, looking at the pretty heart his folds create and then opening past them to get a good look at his tiny and pathetic adorable little dick hidden behind everything <3

I wanted more than anything to put my mouth all over him and stare at him forever but as my puppy became uncomfy(maybe due to some of my giggling, but I can't help it I get all giggly around him from being so happy)

So I moved to what puppy really wanted

Fucking him with my big cock <3, using my pathetic bitchboy arms to pump it in and out of him, having to continuously switch around my hands, shifting from right, to both, to left, then back over and over again with a thankfully clear goal in mind of forcing tears from my pup

Thrusting over and over and over while watching his face till I finally got what I wanted and the biggest smile spread over my face, he's so adorable when he cries I can't help myself.

Whe puppy asked me to stop(something that also confused me!! I couldve been fucked for multiple more hours) I let go, I believe he kept it in him a bit longer as we laid down to relax for awhile.

I'm glad it was with him, I'm glad he made me feel so good and safe. Thank you, darling.

[berryblu-soda]

Anyways update i just didnt bother to post earlier:

fr God is good and the whole car crash my parents got into last week was so incredibly mild in terms of injuries!!!! worst was a bruised knee im pretty sure

ALSO-

*taps mic* HUG YOUR FREAKING LOVED ONES OR SO HELP ME!!!!!!!

[watchyourdigits]

I am re-reading Night Letter and am realizing I didn't do nearly enough research into scar tissue as I should have 💀 I spent hours researching lavender marriages and U.S. Army dog tags from the 1950s (as well as ranks and dismissals and such) instead of researching one of the defining characteristics of the main character, aka his severe facial scarring.

Anyway here I am retconning his scars - they are hypertrophic NOT keloid. That is entirely on me because I didn't know what the fuck the term was for it and assumed that if they were raised then they HAD to be keloids. I'm so sorry for this. Like deeply.

For those who don't know the difference, I don't recommend looking up pics unless you're okay with seeing mild medical g*re. Brief description of the aforementioned scar types:

Keloid: raised, shiny, firm & rubbery in texture with no distinct pattern. Caused by an excess of collagen deposits during the healing process. These scars invasively extend PAST the area of the original wound and do not regress over time. Hard to treat. Can form over months to years after an injury. More common in black folks and other melanated people who have a family history of keloid scarring.

Hypertrophic: raised, but not to the degree of keloids, and can also be different colors and usually have a distinct wavy pattern due to collagen deposits. Also caused by an excess of collagen, but not to the extent of keloids. These scars do NOT extend past the area of the original wound, typically do not recur, and CAN regress over time. Typically appear within a month of two of an injury and do not continue to progress (typically begin to regress actually).

I'm attaching an image below the cut comparing the two.

Left is keloid, right is hypertrophic. You'll see the difference. It's easy to confuse them because they're similar in depiction, but this is a good visual example of exactly HOW they are different. Raised scars =/= keloids!!! Do NOT be a fool like me!!!!

[strawberryfaced]

I NEED. TO DO. OR MAKE SOMETHING. PLEASE

[eskawrites]

Nancy pov is gonna hit with all the time put into it

here's hoping! at this point i've been working on it longer than i worked on the original fic i'm pretty sure. which is wild and not at all what i expected to happen. but i like it more and more every time i look back and read it, so hopefully it pays off!

[thosetwofirefighters]

find the word challenge

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

thanks @the-likesofus for the tag!! very excited to see how many of these words I've used...

my words are: quiet, hold, cover, first, together, and small. unsurprisingly, my fake dating au (currently sitting at almost 30k words like it has been for the past few months...) has all of these words multiple times lol <3

quiet

Buck’s phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket, his hands shaking when he reads Bobby’s contact name. He answers before he can even register it. “Pops?” His voice is quiet and terrified.

hold

Hearing footsteps from his spot on the couch, Buck tenses as Nathan comes up the stairs. It’s been so long, but Buck can still recognize the man’s footfalls. He lets out a breath he’d been subconsciously holding when Nathan finally appears and moves towards one of the armchairs across from him instead of the couch.

cover

“Jurassic Park!” Chris yells, and Buck has to cover his ears against the sound, the kid’s excitement causing him to be louder than usual. “Please, Dad, I know it’s kind of scary, but they just put it back on Netflix, and I’ve seen it before! Plus, I’m ten now, I won’t have nightmares!”

first

“I don’t want you to get hurt again,” Eddie says, meeting Buck’s gaze. His eyes are soft and despite his words, they shine with support, and Buck thinks—not for the first time—how lucky he is to have a best friend like Eddie.

together

Nathan’s study abroad had been nearly over when Buck brought up the idea of him going to Los Angeles to fight fires and help people. Nate had just nodded before taking Buck’s hand and kissing him, saying he’d buy the plane tickets in the morning. Buck had assumed they’d be going back together to be together.

small

Eddie glares at Chim when he insists on playing with the station’s small Hildy gadget that they keep in the kitchen. They mostly use it to play music, but Chimney takes the opportunity to ask her a bunch of questions throughout the day and only stops when Eddie threatens to run her over with a fire truck after Chimney starts asking her questions about the 118 themselves.

words for people I tag: home, care, love, make, and dream

no pressure tagging @mooshkat @jacksadventuresinwriting @ty-in-bedlam @lilbuddie <3

[rigaudon]

there's literally half a dozen optional dashboard tabs in tumblr labs. in addition to the following/for you/tracked tags ones. And they're all optional. Like c'mon guys. I get that it's on brand for tumblr to push back against any changes @staff make to the site, but we really need to be better about not assuming the worst possible scenario and dogpiling on it until the whole site is in a frenzy over something that isn't even true.

Please, I'm begging you, exercise your critical thinking skills and look into how the site already functions before writing 2k word essays on how staff is 100% For Real Taking away the chronological dashboard.

[themandylion]

The state of human newborns is a bad argument.

The fact that humans can get scurvy, on the other hand...

[ao3fujoshevik]

going thru my untitled google docs since sometimes i tend to just stick an idea in and close tab and this "idea" was just one line. literallly just "uhhh Hyuuga Tokuma and Aburame Muta reconnoiter and infiltrate each other’s bodies." their names were blue and linked bc i apparently knew i would forget who they were again. and guess what !! i had.

[crossdressingdeath]

#this explains it well actually i think#like yeah. as soon as DA became a series they decided to stop bothering with actual paths and make their own story to follow. which would be#fine if they didnt keep making the games with the appearance of your choices affecting the world at large#and thus a lot of things that end up being huge issues seem to stem from bioware not actually considering or caring about what sort of#actions would affect the actual plot#idk this ramble doesnt make sense and its a long way to say i agree with op (tags via @faroresson)

I wouldn't say Bioware "stopped bothering" with "actual paths" when DA became a series. First because the use of "stopped" implies DAO had actual branching paths (some choices unlocking different options along the same critical path isn't the same as the game having proper branching story paths, and given the origins all lead into the same story from Ostagar onward they're more roots than branches; honestly DAI with the mages vs Templars choice and DAV with the Minrathous vs Treviso choice give your choices more impact on the story, and even then it's just "which villain occupies Villain Slot B" in DAI and mostly side content and deciding which faction helps you out during the dragon rematch in DAV), but second because it's not a matter of them not bothering. It's a matter of proper branching story paths that change the main plot in any meaningful way being functionally impossible in a multi-game story (and honestly just unnecessarily complicated even in a single game unless having multiple separate branches is a part of the genre like in dating sims). Either they all have to end the same way outside of minor, flavour text-level variations (which is what Bioware did) or there has to be a True Ending that the next game is based on, because if the first game can have ending A and B and both those endings create radically different worldstates then if you want to take both into account the problem just gets shunted to the next game, where you have to have beginning A and B and either make them both merge into the same story early on or keep the A and B worldstate split the whole way through, and if you've got multiple endings for that second game too and they don't end the same you've got A1, A2, B1 and B2 to deal with going into the next game. And this happens again for the third game, and the fourth, and so on and so forth. If Bioware had done that then assuming two endings per game by DAV alone we'd be dealing with at a minimum eight significantly different worldstates just at the start of the game, which I think we can all agree no one could reasonably expect the writers to juggle. And that's just endings! I'm not even going to try to figure out how many major worldstate variations there could be if the most important decisions in the games created any significant variation in the plot. So it's not about whether Bioware cared about worldstate variation or wanted to allow for choices that created massive differences in Thedas depending on what option you picked or could be bothered to juggle significantly different worldstates; they straight up couldn't do that if they wanted actually writing the story for the next game to be at all feasible. The main plot can never be reliant on a variable, and on the flip side of that no variable can ever be something that would have a large impact on the main plot, and honestly I've never gotten the impression Bioware was claiming otherwise. Basically I firmly believe it's unfair to get angry at Bioware for the fact that every choice leads into roughly the same story, because it's wildly unreasonable to expect them to make significant changes to the worldstate and/or plot for every significant choice across at this point four games.

And the thing is it's really only DAI where them not doing that becomes a problem. The only choice in DAO that might have had a significant impact on Thedas as a whole (since you can't fail to defeat the Archdemon and both the Warden themselves and whoever ends up ruling Ferelden are mostly relevant to Ferelden, which we're specifically told is a backwater so all we had to do was leave Ferelden for it to no longer be plot-relevant) is the Warden's boon, which was quietly retconned when DA became a series. If the Architect survives Awakening he's staying well underground, so it makes sense that he doesn't show up in later games. The whole point of DA2 is that none of Hawke's choices change what ultimately happens on the larger scale of Thedas; the lyrium idol is found, the viscount is killed when the Qunari attack, and the mage rebellion is kickstarted no matter what choices Hawke makes, which makes it both a compelling tragedy and really easy to work around in terms of future games. Even in DAV the game always ends with Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain dealt with and Solas sealed away in the Fade where no one can talk to him to maintain the Veil; the most significant worldstate alteration is which city got blighted, and given we're shown the blight being pushed back from Minrathous after Elgar'nan and Solas are dealt with Bioware could easily get around that causing any major worldstate changes by a) avoiding Minrathous and Treviso in the next game and/or b) skipping ahead a few years and saying that the changes to the blight made it possible to cleanse much more quickly than it could be in the past.

It's not that your choices don't matter, it's that the writing is tailored so that the way they matter is roughly the same in the long run regardless of which you pick. Or to put it another way the decision points matter more than the decisions themselves; things like who rules Ferelden, who Hawke sided with and which city got blighted matter in that someone rules Ferelden thanks to the Warden, Hawke helped someone more or less win the day at the start of the mage rebellion, and a city was blighted in the dragon attack while Rook protected the other one. The exact details will ultimately come down to flavour text in future instalments, but the fact that the decision was made? That can matter. The issue is just DAI, because in DAI they did set up a bunch of things that should've had a major impact on the plot of the next game, but because they were variables none of them could. It's the fact that they handled it so well in DA2 and DAV (and even DAO to a lesser extent) that makes that failure to consider the writing of the next game stand out so much. I suspect that in DAI they had a lot of big, interesting ideas and there wasn't anyone to tell them "hey, we need to keep the fact that every option has to lead to a roughly equivalent worldstate in mind" before the game was shipped; as an example Mythal getting Urthemiel's soul is a really cool concept that they could've done some interesting things with! But it can't be important because it doesn't happen in every worldstate, and it would be... difficult at best to fit something like that into just flavour text. Basically at the end of the day DAI's choices are a problem because they should have had an impact on the plot moving foward. Not because they didn't.

You know what? I think a lot of DAV's biggest plot weaknesses ultimately come back to DAI, because a lot of them can be summarized as "Why didn't they get into [thing that DAI set up]" and... the answer is that Bioware was never going to be able to meaningfully engage with those things, and they should've known that when they wrote them into DAI. The Divine, Kieran's existence, Urthemiel's soul, the Well of Sorrows, all that stuff DAI set up that people are mad DAV didn't focus on? All of those should have led to pretty big alterations in the worldstate, and the worldstate has to remain roughly the same for everyone. We were never going to get the massive impact those choices should've had, for the same reason the Warden's boon at the end of DAO was quietly forgotten about as soon as Dragon Age became a series instead of a standalone game: the writing just can't support choices that would create such massive divergences. Like... take Urthemiel. Whether or not Mythal got Urthemiel's soul (and by extension whether or not Solas potentially had the chance to take it) should have been a huge deal! It should've led to two pretty different paths! Except... it can't. Because Bioware can only write one story for each game they make, which means the critical path can't really change beyond flavour text and occasionally which character gets a cameo slot; Mythal didn't get Urthemiel's soul in every worldstate, so Urthemiel's soul can never be relevant to the main plot. And the thing is, they would've known that going in! DAI was the third game, they must have known that worldstate variation could never be more than flavour text and cameos! Hell, you can see Bioware scrambling to make all the Divine options more or less the same in terms of impact on Thedosian society in DAI, which was definitely done to make writing sequels feasible. So why did they write Mythal getting Urthemiel's soul into DAI? And it's the same for all those other big, story-changing choices. People have differing opinions on the merits of including variable flavour text just to say it's there but that's not what this is about; in terms of the actual plot the variables cannot be relevant (unless it's something like the Warden ally choice where every option is ultimately the same in terms of plot impact, and even that one's pushing it; it never is explained how Hawke ended up friendly with Loghain). I think when talking about choices from DAI that DAV didn't engage with it's important to take a second to ask yourself if Bioware could have written a version of events that worked equally well with every possible outcome of that choice and could be tweaked to engage with every variation without having any major impact on the main plot. If the answer is no I think it's better described as a DAI problem than a DAV problem, because it's not actually DAV's fault that DAI wrote checks it couldn't cash.

[redcherrykook]

──𐙚 think i need someone older (s & f)

olderBoyfriend!Jungkook x inexperienced!reader

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content: some plot first, loss of virginity, age gap of 9 years (he´s 30), thigh humping, little dry humping too, cowgirl, he talks her through it, dom!jungkook, "sweet girl, baby, love", "gguk" lowkey insecure reader, praise, making out, breast play, clit play, creampie, unprotected, hickies on him, big c!ck Jungkook, small karaoke session, he´s whipped and wants to take care of her, short mention of alcohol (bc of that fucking bar he has omg), allusions to reader being short, she's very feminine

note from cherry: i tried to do justice to the people who wanted this, i hope you´re satisfied mwah! sooo sorry if it´s not giving lmao writing this was lowkey exhausting, also sorry for typos as always

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Jeon Jungkook is exactly like his preferred alcoholic beverage; whiskey. strong, rich, smooth, smells like oak and a hint of vanilla caramel. Much like your introduction to the drink, you met this man in a bar.

A real man- none of those barely twenty-year olds that paraded around in their sagged sweatpants and with a bright tap of unlimited unopened snapchats lighting up the dark corners of the bar. Jungkook is pure masculinity, a chest so full with security, so grounded in his abilities that it was practically impossible to ignore how his large, brown galaxy eyes focused on your face, zeroing in on your cupid´s bow while you licked the stinging remains of your moscow mule away- he paid for it, of course.

Once the enticing conversation that felt almost comically easy faded, you expected him to try and take you to his house- mansion, as he revealed in a sidetracked sentence. Although you were looking forward to seeing the small metal pearls below and over his eyebrow move as they crinkle in pleasure, the tight ropes of virginity had not yet been released in your 21 years of living. Shackles that keep you tied down- as promised out of your own, admittedly senseless morality, not to be opened by a stranger. The key to your cuffs belonged to a lover.

It was unforeseeable, nevertheless natural for him to droop his heavily tattooed arm around your waist while escorting you out of the establishment. The sleeve of his white button down folded up along his forearm for you to see the beauty of his skin, wondering just how many more of those carefully crafted works of art he´s hiding beneath the business casual attire.

Once engulfed in the harsh, bitter wind that itaewon possesses, his arm only drew you in closer, so near in fact, you were able to notice a small scar on his cheek, one you hadn´t been able to notice in the curse of a dimly lit place. The more your eyes adjusted to him, so grew your anger at the lighting inside your place of first meeting- it had done an injustice to the man you had already been disgustingly attracted to, stole the wholehearted, inescapable allure of such a mature presence.

The gentleman looks down into your awaiting eyes, only to ask if he may have your number, upon your agreement, he proceeded to tell you that he would be walking you home, wanting you to arrive safely since it must be dangerous for a woman to walk the streets of a party district at 2 am in the morning.

That encounter was four months ago, and only a month after that initial conversation, he had completely taken over you. Swallowed you whole in just how well he treated you.

Insistent of using his black card to buy you anything you remotely showed liking in, dedicated to communication, random flowers that showed up at your office and a constant offer of a ride in his luxurious black mercedes-benz GT63s; no matter how long it took- even if it was a inconvenience, sometimes taking longer to get to you than it would have taken you to simply retort to public transport.

"I told you i´d make it for you, didn´t I baby? hm?" his velvet smooth voice rings, from how he´s standing, with his body pressed against your back, towering over you, you could feel the hardened muscles of his torso meeting you. His large, slim hands reach to either side of your waist, to the glass filled with ice that you´re holding in between your own, gently removing them to resume the task that you were occupied with. Your eyes glance to the bulging of his bicep, that loose, casual tshirt did nothing to hide just how big he had gotten due to his newfound hobby.

you whine- almost, biting down on your lower lip to prevent just that from happening, "thank you gguk" you say, turning to peck the very muscle that´s invading your line of sight. He hums, a low, satisfied sound from the back of his throat.

"c´mere baby" patting one of his muscular thighs, his eyes drift to your figure walking towards him, iced tea in hand, just like he had made it for you. Sweet, light, refreshing, much like your presence in his life. Almost like a sign from the stars that his hearts content was somewhere, bundled in the form of a shorter girl with eyes that could entrance any sailor- far less siren like, no, wide with love and purity. Just what he had yearned for in any women he had met before you-whether tangled in meaningless sheets or involved in a month long, semi serious relationship, Jungkook was yet to cross paths with the one woman that would make him turn so desperate, he would have begged for their happiness on his knees. It might be romantic, even a tad dramatic to admit that from the very first word that left your pink glossed lips, he knew better than anyone else that he was in deep, deep trouble. Upon seeing the curve of your waist, hearing that soft, lulling voice, that embarrassingly obvious fact only intensified after finding out just how delightful you truly were, it made him want to rip his hair out- do anything in the possibility of his grip to see even a glimpse of your smile, of that lighthearted, cheerful giggle you let out regularly. He was drawn in my your feminine nature, by the way you let yourself fall into his caring embrace.

He´s quickly directed back to reality as soon as your legs make it to either side of the thigh he had patted earlier, a familiar position for this equally familiar occasion. Muscle memory sets in for him, grabbing the large karaoke remote to hand to you while he turns the microphone on. "Can you sing something to me first?" the question sets his bunny smile off, nodding instantly "Sure love, chose a song for me" he says. Your mind floods with ideas, but you settle for a song you´ve heard him hum millions of times, mindlessly going about.

"Malibu nights?", jungkook questions excitedly while the instrumental sets in, he knew the answer, but his heart swelled with joy at the notice you took to this song. After all, he loved to sing. Another layer to him that has you melting, growing into the embodiment of love that is endlessly cherishing what little fractions were revealed to your eyes in each fleeting moment. His honey voice reaches beautiful highs and lows you can only compare to something angelically otherworldly in nature.

It made you want to know just how deep he could growl, how far his sounds can drop with the dirty nothings you would love to have whispered in your ear. You felt filthy for letting your mind wander to such extends when all he did was sing, lulling you into drunken harmony with him. Still, you consciously lean back into his body, letting him wrap his arms around your waist, encircling it with his vanilla oak scent.

During the past four months, you were doomed to have to shatter his hopes, reveal the truth that somehow felt shameful ; that you´re fully untouched. Nothing further than a bad makeout had yet graced your skin, it made you feel even smaller admitting something so vulnerable to a man that carries almost an entire decade of experience more. Much to your comfort, his hands found the curve of your cheeks immediately, telling you that there is nothing to be embarrassed about, he would hand you the full control, you set the pace.

Internally, Jungkook drooled at the idea that the woman of his dreams was to have her first, the most memorable, sexual encounter with him. Your body belonged to him, devoted to only remember the touch of his lips, the curve of his cock, how he would mold you to his shape without the intrusion of another man having tried the same. Not that he would have wanted you any less if that had not been the case, but for one time in your relationship, he was oh so selfish to want you all to himself, aroused that your first person induced orgasm was going to be his and his alone. The prophecy fulfilled when on one, alcohol induced night a week ago, two of his long, tattooed digits made their entrance into your tight hole, relentlessly filling you until your soft thighs shook, until after your third high, he licked his fingers clean and let you taste yourself on his tongue.

The tunes get lost in silence, he sets the microphone down, having felt the warmth of your mound beneath the tights while you tried to subtly gain friction, scooting back on him. His palms find your thighs, tightly flushed around his muscle. They´re shamelessly wandering up and down the thin material that prevents his hot, calloused fingers from feeling up your smooth skin.

"Wanna do that again, love?" jungkook mutters, his pillowed lips latch on to your exposed neck, right at the gentle curve that paints the beginning of your shoulder, soft, faint kisses that leave a trail of barely sounding sighs behind.

"Do what?" feigning innocence to avoid internal humiliation, you ask him, knowing he wouldn´t let it go, not until you told him to. The sound of his husky chuckle sounds right on the sweetspot of your neck, he sucks a little harder, encouraging you with the constant rub to your thighs. Instinctively, the heat inside your panties grows as do the intensity of your desperate moans, your hips push back on his thigh, seeking the solidity that grants you the portion of satisfaction your needy button longed for

"that" he simply says, having found an anchor in your hips now, your plaid skirt bunches around his hands, slowly- tortuously so when met with the deliberate little humps he helps you to complete on him. You practically whimper once his tongue glides across your skin, dragging from your shoulder, up your neck, intertwined with his open mouth, loud kisses that don´t seem to stop.

"that´s it... do you even know how cute you sound?" he smiles, and you feel it, you feel the smile rise to his lips with every additional kiss, every noise you grant the hungry male. "gguk, wanna see you" you whine- the high pitched noise has him twitching in his training joggers, semi errect but about to stand stiff, just as noticeably as that night seven days ago, having formed a huge tent inside his slacks, there was no hiding his attraction, no use to conceal his utter need for you.. nor his size, not that he would be capable to anyways.

To your request, he helps you turn around, now facing that dim glow on your slightly embarrassed features, taking note of how you nibble on your lip with every grind forward, "that feel good sweet girl?" he asks, ghosting his lips over yours faintly, just enough to see how much you need it, "mhm.. really good" you mumble back, chasing after his lips that he can't deny you of any longer, the kiss is gentle, but nourishes your heat further

"wanna feel even better?" the pit in your lower abdomen grows at the tone of his voice, something much stronger is seeping through his system, something that screams dominance, you nod- naturally wanting to get lost in it. Jungkook's hands stop assisting you, instead, they take to your shirt, "can i take this off of you baby?" he waits for that little hum of yours before swiftly tugging it away from your form

It's almost frightening how quickly your mind reverts back to wanting to run away and hide, your arms fly across your chest, everything you felt so good doing stops and he stops too,

"don't hide, you're perfect, you're so fucking sexy" his eyes trace your skin, hands wrapping around your wrists to pull your arms away, revealing your chest hugged into your bra, and jungkook almost forgets how to breathe properly,

he groans- groans that delicious deep noise that makes your head spin, even more so when you feel his appreciation for your body, hands pulling you closer by the waist so can bury his head into your cleavage. "so beautiful" he mutters, darting his tongue out to lick the slit between your tits, "wanna touch all over you, make you feel so good" he says, finding the clasp on your back to open it with one hand. a silent reminder of his experience, one you did not have in the slightest but somehow, it felt even better that way

"mh.. feels good gguk" you can't help but moan at the forgein sensation, his lips wrap around your hardend nipple, groaning sweetly while he sucks on it, carefully swiping his tongue over the little nub- your other breast is securely fitted into his palm, thumb playing with it just like he does with his mouth, mirroring every little flick

"feels so good doesn't it? you smell so good baby" his lips move to do the same to your other breast, switching sides with a trail of saliva sticking to his lips,

In that moment you feel so sensitive, so lost in his secure hold and at the same time, so small in his skillful dominance that you simply relish in the feeling, grinding your soaked core into his thigh over and over, long, hasty drags over his muscle while his lips work magic on your skin, squeezing a little tighter, sucking a little harder because every stuttered whimper fuels his urge to take care of you

"that's it baby.. keep going, you're so good" your hands find his dark chocolate locs, threading through it with the need to ground yourself. it feels as though every time your clit meets him, instead of getting you closer to sensational relief it adds to the ache, feeds into your desire to take and take more of him, be consumed by his strength

"want this off please" your excited fingers fiddle with the hem of his oversized shirt, earning a smug grin from your boyfriend as he detaches from you, discarding of his top

Although you have seen him shirtless before, it's impossible not to salivate at the sight, at his toned broad torso that curves into a unfairly small waist, large arms flexing when he reaches for your tits again, massaging them once more,

"like what you see pretty?" he says, teasingly cocking his head and biting at the metal ring on the corner of his lip, you blush- the slick drools out even more between your thighs, "so hot gguk, annoyingly hot" he chuckles, joining the sound with your airy giggle, but he sucks in a breath as soon as you shift in his lap, now fully straddling him, naked chest pressed to his with your head burried in his neck, "hmm.. what are you up to baby?" his hands find your back, soothing himself not to pounce on you because the strain in his pants is staggering his breath, your errect nipples are rubbing against his skin and it´s making him shiver, desperate, oh so desperate for you

but he knows all to well not to overwhealm your sweet, virgin body, to let you take all the time you need until he can feel every breath of your submission

"wanna feel you gguk, can i?" jungkook almost purrs at how innocently you ask, suppressing the need to grind his hips into your heat from below, "of course baby, anything you want. it's all yours"

he meant it, every vein cursing through his body belongs to you, working, pumping blood through him for the sole purpose of loving you, taking care of you. "all mine?" you hum, aroused by the confidence he emitts, your hands trace up his torso, creating a small distance between your bodies to feel up the hard lines on his abdomen with laboured breath of your own, lips finding every small patch of his neck that make him hum, make his sighs of pleasure slowly turn into groans "all yours my love" the answer wasn't necessary, not when you already started to leave traces of you on his skin, faint, red bruises on his neck that he's impatiently waiting to run around with

"you feel so fucking good, need to feel more of you, will you let me sweet girl?" his words are intoxicating, washing away any doubt or fear and replacing it with a intense craving of sexual desire "please gguk i'm so wet for you" the sound reaches his ears and shuts down his entire system, his hands carelessly rip down your skirt and stockings, leaving you in those tiny grey boyshorts that he looses his mind over "baby how did you hide all this from me?" his hands caress your thighs, your hips, up your waist and to the soft flesh of your stomach with hungry, insatiable eyes that long for a taste of your every inch

"all yours" you mimic him, sounding just like him with your sultry, shy voice, already wanting to remove his own bottoms which he catches on, ridding himself of the nuisance "yeah, all mine. this is all mine" he says, smiling softly

Your drenched underwear meets his errection as he pulls you back on his lap, hands sitting on your waist, you look so vulnerable- almost fragile in his grip, shyly moaning because the curve of his cock presses into your skin like it was molded for you, needy folds clinging to your underwear and your clit throbs- throbs begging for another taste of friction

"I don't know how to do any of this" he suddenly he hears you mumble, seeing how you're playing with your fingers that sit on his lower abdomen, your head is turned to them, a slight pout decorates your features

jungkook feels the need to sob- to take away whatever is making that pretty head of yours feel so threatened even though you're the best thing he has ever felt, the only person he ever wants to lay his hands on ever again

"that's okay baby, hey, look at me for a second will you?" you comply, craving his lead, his security to catch you, most of all that gentle, masculine dominance that floods your senses effortlessly

"you're doing so so well pretty, you don't have to worry okay? i'll take you through it, make you feel so good" he says, cupping your cheeks in his palms while sitting up a little to press kisses to your nose, your forhead, your lips and cheeks,

unable to contain your smile, you nod, gaining back the heartbeat in your willing feminity to let him take care of you, "thank you baby" you say with upmost honesty, pressing your lips to his in a kiss of adoration

"mhm.. come on, let's get this off of you love" his whipers lingers on you, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear before pulling it off your lifted legs, he moans at the sight of your bare cunt, slick attached to the cloth and glistening over your feminity

"so beautiful, do you even realize how lucky i am? how thankful i am that this sweet, sweet girl is all mine to love?" he says softly, so softly that your eyes gloss a little bit, feeling so utterly vulnerable in front of him, so sexy in the most feminine way possible. blush creeps up your cheeks, his hands find your inner thigh, dancing around the sensitive skin "you're too sweet gguk"

he returns your smiles, lifting your hand to kiss it before intertwining it with his own, lacing his fingers into you because being apart from your body feels like torture in this moment. but you're eyes are busied elsewhere, locked on the large outline that stands rock solid insides of his calvins, a small, wet patch that indicates his arousal decorating the very top

"go ahead baby, take it off" not needing to be told twice, you help yourself to his boxers, tugging them down in one, slow motion that leaves him biting his bottom lip, he pushes them down to his ankles, kicking them off

both of you sit like this for a moment that feels like eternity, raw, bare and without a chance to hide in front of the other's desperate gaze, comfort, pure love that's inseparable with a pulsing you can no longer ignore, not when he´s so big, so broad and decorated with a vein alongside his curved shaft

he grabs at the flesh of your ass, pulling you to sit your gushing cunt over his stiff length, cursing at feeling how soft you are, how much arousal truly spills from your body

"you're so.. big gguk.. m'scared" your whine makes him coo, stroking your head while a possessive grip that stays on your hip, his left hand tethering to your hair in the meantime, "don't be, you were made for me sweet girl, made for it" your head falls to his shoulder, arching your torso into his body with a small hump to his leaking cock, "that's right baby, feel it, feel how hard i am for you" spurred on by his encouragement, you tighten your hands on his bicep, rolling your hips over his, his entire shaft is coated in your essence, angry pink tip meeting your swollen clit repeatedly, so much so you feel your thighs shake, feel an impending orgasm waiting to flow over your body,

Ripping yourself of that sensation, not yet- you tell yourself

"want it gguk, want it so bad" jungkook hums, kissing your neck messily, cock throbbing beneath you, "want what pretty? talk to me" he says, his own desire to claim you all to himself becomes unbareable with each passing second that you stay put

You shift forward again, whining, "please gguk" he groans, twitching at how desperate you sound, entranced with how needy you've become for him, he didn't even have to make you beg for it, you just did

effortlessly perfect for him, "come on, tell me my love" but he has to hear more, he needs to hear the dirty confession falling from your pure lips

"want your cock jungkook, please" there it is- that submissive, whiny plead for him, it makes him feel alive, throwing his head back on the black leather couch momentarily "good girl, fuck baby you're so cute" he praises, taking the base of his cock into his hand but something stalls him, "do you want me to eat you out first? make it nice and slippery?" his teeth graze your ear, kissing over the shell of it, "no gguk i want it, want it now"- another nibble, "anything for you"

Your hips lift, hovering your tight, clenching hole over his thick manhood, hands sweaty and grasping at his firm shoulders, he spots your anxiety, wishing nothing more but to ease it

"sit down on it baby, it's gonna sting okay? but you're so good, I know you can take it" more, more reassuring words that you drink in, just as you sink down on it, wincing as your brows meet in frustration

"hurts.." you mutter, fingers digging into his tanned skin- you can't bring yourself to move down further, clenching your muscle tightly around only his fat tip that feels like it's splitting your drooling pussy open. his hands find your back again, "ssh baby.. i know... but you'e such a good girl, i know you can take every inch of my cock"

It takes a couple more kisses to your shoulder for you to sink down fully on his length, painfully so- having your hands claw into him, your lips trembling in confusion of why it feels so good to have him stuffed into you so deeply you can feel it inside your tummy, stretching into every crevice of your gummy walls. It's unlike anything you've ever felt before, fulfilling, deep pressure that you could get lost in- bathe in

Jungkooks feelings have synchronized with yours- he's unsure where you end or where he begins but you're clamped down on his cock, your skin already wet with sweat as it sticks to his unforgivingly, moans and shaky breaths fill in the silence, a unspoken question lingers, awaits for you to answer it

until you do, taking his large hands to your hips before pressing yours against his full pecks, a glint of confidence spites your eyes that makes jungkook want to hear you cry out his name over and over again

"oh fuck- baby you-" you whine, rolling your hips forward, mouth parted when you feel him move inside of you, slolwy, deeply "that's it my love, take your time, so sexy like this" his voice is far from stable, you moan again- the grinding becomes faster, assisted by his hands that pull you onto him just the way you like it- just like he said, you have it all, its all yours

"what- what if you can't come?" he needs to contain a laugh at that- the question is so absurd to him, so unimaginable that it makes him slightly angry why you couldn't understand that he could cum from seeing you alone, from one kiss to your chaste lips- he's already twitching at how sloppy, how loud your cunt is around him

"I almost came from seeing how needy that little pussy of yours is, you feel how hard i am don't you? all because of you baby" he mutters in response, you flourish at it, getting familiar with the grinding motion but you need more, you deserve more- so you start bouncing on him- up and down, slamming your own, curved hips down onto him. he's mesmerized by your pleasure, watching how your brows are knitted, how your lips leak with drool and airy moans, how your tits bounce- he gropes at them, cupping them greedily, his hands itch for your skin, for you to let yourself go on him

"good girl.. look at you, a natural at riding my cock- don't even need my help" you shake, exhaustion already growing in your eager hips but you cannot stop, you don´t want to stop taking every inch of his cock back into you, lifting your hips only to take him back in, "you're filling me so much" you moan into his mouth, having formed a unity with his lips that welcome you like home, "just like that pretty, little humps for me" he mumbles back, interlacing his tongue with yours

he tugs at your nipples with his inked fingers, reciprocrating the moaning, he mirrors you, throbs when you clench, explores your mouth when you part for him impatiently. it leaves you to no choice but to become his own reflection, your hips ground themselves in a stable rhythm as your fingertips roll over his own nipples, unexpectedly he whimpers, bites down into your shoulder cautiously

"That's it baby, driving me fucking crazy" he grinds his hips up into you, unlocking a feeling of bliss that leads you to errupt into pornographic moans, your hand flings to muffle them, eyes rolling back into your skull,

Jungkook is making love to you, letting you reach a state you would not have been able to imagine, not even in the slightest when all you have ever felt are your fingers hastily, uncoordinated on your bundle of nerves. still, he can feel you´re holding back, afraid to be loud- to take up space, but he's having none of it

"Dont be embarrassed sweet girl, you sound addicting, so cute, give me every little noise" sinful sensuality floods you with his encouragement, "gonna make you cum for me, deserve it don't you think?" you don't- in fact, you can't think, long gone into pleasure while his hips piston into you from below,

he slaps your clit gently, your walls clench from how good that feels, "i asked you something baby" he repeats, distracted by your droopy eyes that threaten to shut him out at any moment, "answer me sweet thing, do you deserve to cum hm?" he taunts, rutting his hips with a slower but harder motion, force that hits your g-spot- reels you back into the moment, you head moves frantically "yes, yes please i need to cum"

Jungkook groans in satisfaction, "that's right.. best little cunt, all mine" he goes back lapping at your chest, licking his way to any patch of skin that your addictive smell lurs him to- he feels all over your skin, sneaking his fingers to where your bodies morph into one so he can draw tight circles on your clit, stimulating you to cry out his name,

"Jungkook.. i- i can't stop it i-" you stutter, thighs tensing around him, the feeling is so overwhealming that you can't keep your head up, can't warn him more than that since you're already letting your dew sprinkle out- letting the shocks roll over your body

"just like that.. make a mess on my cock baby, you did so well, come for me" he rasps, his heavy balls release into your tightness at the thought that crosses his mind- the knowledge that he had made you orgasm, that your virginity belonged to him solely,

It embraces the both of you, fills you with a sense of euphoria that none of you wish to end

As the high washes over you, you break out into a small shudder, aware of his milky cum that splurts your walls white, aware of the oversensitive area between your legs that jungkook's fingers slowly stop touching, landing to your unstable and sore thighs instead.

his heavy breathing is woven into yours, contrasting how slowly, lazily he manages to caress your naked skin, finding comfort in your warm body

the small whisper of his name catches him off guard, he hums, pulling back to cup your face, "are you okay my love? feel good?" his eyes rank over your tired features, glowing before his very own eyes,

"so okay. I love you" you breathe out, pressing a kiss to his button nose,

"I love you too baby, so proud of you" his nose nuzzles against yours, "you were so so good"

your shy giggle lights up his face like it always does, "thank you.. for taking my virginity... felt so good" you mumble with your bottom lip tucked away between your teeth- it awakens his soft- still nestled cock, his hands grip your ass- feeling the flesh spill beneath his fingers "thank you for your trust baby, but god, you're gonna make me lose it" jungkook says into your neck, nose tracing the delicate line of your shoulder,

"why? is it too much?" unbeknownst to you, Jungkook rolls his eyes in annoyance, how could you be so fucking adorable?

"Let me show you why" he answers, making your head perk up a little,

"Wanna lay down for me pretty? I can give you another one, as many as you want. You deserve it, wanna spoil you, fuck i wanna give you everything you want" faintly audible as he's speaking into your skin, having already laid you down onto the cold cushions of his unreasonably expensive leather couch.