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millerscoffee · 8 months

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Congratulations on 500, Bee! You really deserve it and all the best life has to offer!

I would like to humbly request:

"I want you to ruin me." With Javi P. 👉🏻👈🏻

Love you! 🫶🏻

you are so damn sweet, thank you! seriously, that made my lil heart happy. um yeah uh i THINK I CAN DO THAT lksjdfl love you!!!

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1.1k (i got carried away, it's a curse) | javier peña x f!reader

rating: 18+ MDNI

warning: lingerie, piv (unprotected, wrap it up), daddy kink, messy, creampie, pet names (baby, girasol [sunflower], princesa), hints of ddlg, oral (f receiving) for a second

A/N: this is part of my 500 followers celebration running until 9/9 ♡

When Javi gets home, you’re already ahead of him. You’ve been thinking about him all day, it’s hard not to feel arousal take over you when you could still feel his cock inside you from earlier in the morning. He needs you every second he can, and you want him every second you can. It’s the perfect combination.

So when you hear the doorknob turn, you bite your lip and pause from your hand between your legs as you’re propped up on the couch and it’s the first thing he sees – you in the lingerie set of your favourite colour, and the glossy look in your eyes. Any worries he had from the day suddenly disappeared.

“Cariño, what do we have here?” you love it when he’s playful with you like this. Placing his items down, he sits on the couch in no time, brushing his bare chin against the tops of your thighs. “Don’t stop on my account.”

You lick over your lips, your breasts spilling out of the matching bra that you wore just for this, just for him – and the sight of him between your legs makes the slick between your folds more prominent. Fabric clings to the shape of you. “But I,” you start, blushing as he presses his lips teasingly at your legs, “You, what? What do you need?”

Javi’s jaw juts forward, the silhouette of his strong nose brushes against your clothed folds and it could nearly make you cum – that’s how much you’ve worked yourself up.

“Jav-Javi, I need–”

“Who am I?” Javi raises a brow at you, pressing damp kisses to your center. Giving you reason to let you know that was not his name. Not right now.

“Daddy, daddy, please. I need you to ruin me. I’ve thought about this all day,” you muster the courage to get your words out and he obliges. Leaves wet kisses over your center before pushing your lacy thong off to the side – the breeze against your wet cunt sends a direct message to the throat to let out a needy sound.

Your pussy feels so puffy, clit twitching and throbbing from hunger, “She looks so pretty,” he coos, nudging your labia apart for him to get real filthy like this, his mouth on your clit before you know what to do. Your hand instinctively tugs at this hair and it sends electrical shocks through your body when his tongue rolls in melodic circles – body in a daze.

Sweat causes hair to stick on your face by the time he’s pulling his clothes off. Tells you to keep everything on, he wants to see you like this. He’s in awe of how beautiful you look, the noises you make, your hips and how they gently thrust up with torturous need for him at every little motion. Peña wraps your legs around his waist, tugging you to sit more on his lap and the warmth of his smooth, yet very hard cock causes you to tremble.

“Go ahead, take it, baby. Since you want it that bad,” he breathes against your neck, keeping you close to him in his strong arms, “you can’t wait any longer… can you, pretty girl?”

And you can’t, you reach down between the two of you – your panties brushing against the inside of your wrist as you guide him inside and your head falls back from the relief. “Mmngh, daddy, stretching me s’good,” your words are messy and you sit down on him completely. Javier presses his hands on the top and bottom of your back for just the right amount of leverage and thrusts into you in shallow strokes, his foot digs into the floor to give you what you need – your slick already collecting at the base of his length.

“More,” you whine, manicured fingernails digging into his back. They were his favourite, he loved picking our different shapes and colours for you, and you loved surprising him every time you got back from the nail salon.

“Princesa needs it, doesn’t she? Needs her daddy to fuck her good, ruin her,” his words grit against the shell of your ear as one of his hand snakes your throat and you lose it with a wicked and crooked smile, eyes rolling back as you nod faster, “Daaaddy, use me!”

“Little girl, I can use you,” Javi makes light work in tugging you off of him, to flip and adjust you on your stomach – his foot beside your head as he dominates you, fucking you into the couch again. He leans over with a snarled but satisfied smile, “This what you needed, girasol?”

“Mmn!” is all you can manage, your pussy fluttering and clenching around his cock as it slams into you, his heavy balls like a pendulum as they tap against your sticky folds. You feel the familiar build up take over you.

“D-daddy, I’m gonna– can, can I come?”

“Already?” he says in an attempt to embarrass you, but he sounds so proud it doesn’t quite land. You turn him on so much, it’s impossible for him to stay veiled for long.

“Please, it’s so good,” your eyes sting and you know it’s from your running mascara.

You wonder what you look like to him: your lingerie haphazardly placed on your body, makeup running, utterly wrecked. Just what you wanted. He knows how to satisfy you.

“Let it out, hermosa. Let me hear those pretty noises.”

And it’s a lovely combination of his encouragement and his hands supplying mind-numbing handprints to your ass that lead you to your climax. Your fingers cling to the couch, hand wrapping affectionately around Javi’s shin and you do as he says, cumming hard on his cock – your mewls hitting the air.

He watches you like this, head tilted, body working in an endless rhythm to send you over your edge, and your perfect little asshole clenches over nothing as you orgasm and it all sends his cock to twitch at the sight of this and your cream coating his length.

He wants to add to it.

“God, you’re good for my cock, babygirl. You wanna be filled up? You want everything I have?”

You quickly nod, though you’re so hazed out you think you’d agree to anything at this point. But you know what you want, and the rushed movements of his hips leave you gasping until finally you feel it. The slip of your name, the spill of him somewhere buried deep inside your cunt.

When he inevitably pulls out, you’re a mess. Sticky thighs, Javi’s cum dripping down your folds, hair in all directions.

You feel so complete despite needing him back inside as soon as he leaves.

Though you’re shaky, you have enough strength to flip yourself over and Javi leans down to cup a warm hand to your face, “Anything else?”

“Stay, I just want you with me.”

“I’ll stay, baby,” he reassures, that hand coming to the inside of your thigh. But you’re a live wire, you could go again. He knows. Cups right at the apex of your thighs, and those glossed eyes of yours are wide awake now. “I’ll stay right here.”

#narcos fic #javier peña #javier peña smut #narcos #javier peña x f!reader #javier peña fic #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña x afab!reader #narcos smut #husband's best friend #by bee #500 followers prompt

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sankatsuka · 6 months

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Tenma Siblings Discussion - How Saki Feels About Tsukasa, A Seflessness that Makes You Feel Undeserving

"But I'm not getting better at all... I'm ALWAYS troubling them, big brother, mom and everyone else...!"

Warnings:

Discusses JP dialogue from Smile of Dreamer, Hinamatsuri, Dazzling Lights, NSNF

HC territory as usual

HFD Tsukasa delusioner

I'm sorry but I was personally uncomfortable with what happened in Hinamatsuri, so this discussion helps justify Saki's behaviour. You may not like it if you thought Saki was entirely justified, sorry again!

In NSNF JP, I found the choice of wording interesting: first thinking about Tsukasa, then their mother, then delegating their father within the "and others".

From how she mentions him first, she seems to instinctively recognize Tsukasa as being the one most affected that she has to miss out. Moreso than their parents who are the ones logistically impacted, which probably shows their parents did a good job of not making her feel like a burden. This small detail and mention of Tsukasa in NSNF, as well as using the same flashback period as Dazzling Lights, implies Saki has always known how much Tsukasa focuses on her and how her wellbeing strongly affects him.

In NSNF, she's shown to be able to generally recall events, but not the strong emotions she experienced in them. So of course she can easily say 'Tsukasa has always cared for her', but it doesn't mean it is properly nailed in. She seemed to show a lack of awareness of this in Hinamatsuri, with how she never thought her forced smile would affect him to such an extent and how she only mentions Tsukasa's loneliness in passing. She also acts rather strangely in Hinamatsuri - she quickly snaps at her brother despite being very well aware of how he will always act in favour of her happiness. We see in unit story that Saki would never get angry at a loved one even if they hurt her (Honami), yet she doesn't think twice before getting angry at Tsukasa.

This is what leads me to HC that perhaps, her feelings towards the part she plays in Tsukasa's happiness are suppressed too. Because she can't just be "okay" to be happy on her own, she also would never be "okay" enough to not make her brother sad. It makes her happy to feel so valued, but with how she is, there's nothing she can do for him in return, not even just be happy and fine. Perhaps this is why she feels urged to have to smile even when she feels like crying from happiness, so she can give something back to her brother. Or even, maybe she cries because she can't do anything for him in return, yet he gives her so much and makes her feel so loved when she feels worthless. There's inevitably that feeling she doesn't deserve him, that perhaps she may even feel like he's going to leave her someday because she can't give anything to him.

You'd think that after being cared for so much, Saki would want to repay it twice as much now that she's able to. But she doesn't, and instead has him doing favours for her (buying her things). It's just easier and feels better to go about your day as if everything's always been normal that way instead of face all the pain from the past and try to make up for it. Plus, feelings in the past don't change that easily - just like how her self-hatred still stays strong enough for her to compose the powerful song in NSNF, her helplessness towards her brother won't just disappear. It instead manifests in turning a blind eye to it and simply continuing the way her past self has: just being carefree and happy and keeping up with trends, just like how she deals with her own self-hatred.

If Saki stops playing the role of the smiling sister, and instead goes all-out to do more for her brother, to return all the love he's shown her - it means having to face that helplessness and how she feels undeserving of Tsukasa's presence in her life. Not only will it make Saki feel less of a sister, it will further ruin their siblinghood when it was built upon such a one-sided foundation. She knows a normal brother isn't supposed to be this way (Smile of Dreamer side story), that everything Tsukasa has done till today truly makes Tsukasa the 'best brother in the world'. But the 'best' is all it will amount to, because thinking anymore beyond that will destroy their bond.

Before it was with the tattered Hina dolls, and now we see Tsukasa going the extra mile again to buy Saki the new Hina dolls. I don't want to think she's naive: it's obvious from first glance Tsukasa spent money to buy all those dolls for her, and she knows from all these years of growing up with him that her brother is always well-intentioned: he will always act for her happiness, Saki knows. But now she has more she has to return for him.

So Saki could have uncharacteristically lost her temper because Tsukasa's actions had exacerbated her suppressed feelings of helplessness towards him. She doesn't want to lose him if he keeps doing more than she can possibly return to him. Saki isn't the type to lose control over her emotions to the point of saying such hurtful things to someone she cares and loves - NSNF demonstrates this that she will keep things inside if she thinks it will hurt other people, even if it's painful. Such a habit doesn't easily die off. That's why this HC suggests that Tsukasa's actions may have triggered her somehow. In the first place, Tsukasa was throwing away something that Saki cherished as a way of appreciating his strong love for her - Tsukasa was belittling her own efforts to return everything he's done for her. If she already doesn't feel anything is enough, it's bound to be triggering.

Her suppressed helplessness and self-hatred does seem to lead her to act irrationally against her own will. She wants her loved ones to be happy, but she also has her own needs of companionship that she can't meet because of the way she was born. There's that contradiction that forces her to keep smiling and make jokes but also want to control others. She rags on herself for being born different, begs people not to leave her no matter what and expresses a desire for everyone to just disappear so she can finally have everything she wants: a world where she isn't left alone (/because no one is there) and everyone (/no one) is happy.

It may have been a budget issue, but the writers also made the choice not to have Tsukasa appear in NSNF Episode 7, despite how he's the one who gave Saki the belief that 'tomorrow will be fun', which is exactly what served as Saki's light in NSNF. And it's strong enough of a feeling that in Hinamatsuri's side story, Saki feels comforted seeing the light from his door at night, which reminds her she won't be alone in the hospital at this time of the year again, and that she can sleep soundly and safely think tomorrow will indeed be fun and not another day of being isolated. Yet he doesn't appear in NSNF to serve as one of the lights in her darkness.

Personally, it seems right to me that he doesn't appear in NSNF. It just feels out of place and ingenuine. I guess it's because I don't feel like any of Tsukasa's bonds feel real because of how he's lacking his own self so much. Saki's own feelings towards him, as I describe here, explain why it doesn't feel real: being too selfless and self-sacrificial makes it difficult for someone to love you back: instead, you become someone they feel they don't deserve. I honestly find it... sad, when it was something he worked so hard for as a child. It makes sense why Tsukasa believes he always makes Saki sad, when it can be possibly true with how he cares far too much about her that it troubles her.

#project sekai #saki tenma #tenma saki #tsukasa tenma #tenma tsukasa #tenma siblings

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ohsocheesiness · 4 months

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Played both Cyberpunk 2077 Phantom Liberty Endings

Both are super good in my opinion for V, Reed, and So Mi. Needed somewhere to post my thoughts.

My Natural Instinct

I did not trust So Mi at all, bro. Even from the beginning.. the thing with the chimera was suspect. Disappearing like that after I saved myers... idk bro. However, I do empathize with her circumstances. She's stuck somewhere where she's being abused. She's dying and she just wants to be free.

Don't trust Myers, but seemed the type to keep her end of the deal.

I didn't necessarily trust Reed either, but I believed in him. A man of principle who stuck by his team and country even if they did him dirty. I felt like So Mi only fake cared about me, but I felt like Reed truly did care about me and my life. He saw V as another of his comrads to protect. However, I knew it was his government that he'd unfortunately follow till his wheels deteriorated.

Following Reed

I believed that Reed 100% wanted to help So Mi escape. I told So Mi I only kind of trusted her and that I think Reed wants what's best for her.

Gameplay wise I think it's cool that following the FIA turned into a freaking horror survival game lmfao. I love the secret agent style shit in PL

Anyway, only in this ending do we learn that ROGUE AI are basically attacking her and using her as a fucking link to the physical world through the real net. She mentioned she felt like somebody was over her shoulder her whole time. It was THEM. I wonder what Alt would've had to say about it if I asked her tbh.

In the end though, there was a great moment with So Mi who was at her end. I had a save point and played out both instances if I killed her or if I let Reed take her. I don't really remember what my first instinct was to do... but after knowing both endings it would've been best just to kill her and give her freedom man. However, saving her gives us a bit more to Reed's character.

Reed is freaking depressed bro lmfao. He is the one keeping so mi in chains. He is the one locked in chains. He knows he's just a dog, enslaved to ideals he doesn't think truly matters, but it's all he has. The only thing he can do is lean into it, despite knowing it's flaws. "All that matters is that So Mi is still living." I think that's why Reed never comes suicide despite seeming so empty, he's strong enough to carry everything.. it's his duty even.

Ofc I accepted the offer to save my life, it made sense to me that they could really help and that Reed would do right by me.

FUCKING HURT ME that Johnny had to get destroyed so abruptly like that. I know he didn't want it. He accepted it though, his true death. Just Rogue and V being his last remnants of life in NC.

If you tell Reed thanks, he says something like "there's nothing to thank me for, V" and leaves, head hung down. Another life Reed took and ruined. Got So Mi on life support, enslaved by Myers, Alex killed, V some kind of wonky life so different than before. Coma for 2 years.

Also my Panam romance 💔💔💔💔 damnit! Panam is definitely the type to fucking be done with it cause she thinks I broke her heart but dang. Wish somebody would've went through my contacts and gave them the heads up 😐 but I LOVE what happened to Judy after this. She deserved the peace man. She's such a cool homie if you guys are platonic.

Following So Mi

I tried to play a lot more empathetic with So Mi and her circumstances, instead of just it being mutually beneficial. V was the only one who can understand what was happening to her.

& Since I played this second, I felt guilty asking her to use the black wall to hack shit and kill people while we were escaping from Hansen's spot. It's lowkey best to play this ending as a netrunner. You help So Mi a lot more directly.

So Mi is really just like V, kind of. She just wants to live, so she'll betray and lie to her friends and simply just have to feel bad about it afterwards. For the most part, V won't sell out to a corp, but So Mi kind of sold out her friends. Her character flaw I guess.

This is also the only ending where a diologue option will tell you MR BLUE EYES is the one who contacted her for NUSA info and hooked her up with a deal to get to the moon! This is the only time i remember hearing about him before you do the Sun ending. He definitely a major player in the next game and there's something he's trying to do involving space. Which is why i assume he sends V on a mission to the crystal palace.

Anyway, So Mi eventually reveals that she was lying to me the whole time. She knew it was only a one use kind of deal.... prick. But I told her I would've helped her anyway if she just told me.. which maybe I would've tbh.

I carried her to the rocket thing. Reed was waiting for you. You two are at odds now and he means business. He lowkey tries to butter you up about protecting So Mi, but call him on his bullshit. Then he switches up, he wants to take care in to answer for her crimes. I said I didn't want to have to shoot him. He said "neither do i" 🥹 but yea I popped his ass after he gave me no choice. In a certain regard I was happy he found peace. Killing reed is the best thing to do in this ending 100%

You hook So Mi in the rocket to the moon and talk with Johnny as you two watch her go into space. Real.

Wait long enough you get a mysterious message to go find a package. The package has evidence that So Mi is alive on the moon. Very cool! She lives in this ending. And she's free. I was actually super happy about that tbh.

Also with this ending, Alex lives. PL tried to give you a relationship with her... in the ending where she dies I was sad about it but got over it. In this ending where she lives you get another chance to chat with her. She calls you up to the bar and basically wants to ask about Reed's last moments and to say goodbye. I really liked Alex's character and appreciated this goodbye.

A while after this, you get a postcard on your megabuilding apartment door from Morocco. Alex is free too. A very good ending. Now it's up to V to find out how to survive (lol)

Which is better?

You get to see into So Mi's past with the first ending. First hand. You get some conversations with Reed that give him more depth, but So Mi either dies or might as well have died. Reed lives on avoiding his very clear regret, but may have found purpose. If you choose to take the help here V becoming just another face in the crowd... a bit of a shame if you played into the 'become a night city legend' but kind of deep and real considering now he has a new life, but had to go through a lot and lose a lot on the way.

With the second ending, Alex and So Mi live & them and Reed are free from being dogs to the NUSA government. You get your farewells... at least somebody gets a happy ending. With this, you also get your farewell with Johnny in one of the base endings. You can digest the weight of a life and choosing your own way to go. There's some moments in this, the conversations inbetween, in big fights, hand in hand with So Mi that make this worth while. Digesting it all with Johnny means a lot too.

So idk

#cyberpunk #cyberpunk2077 #cyberpunk phantom liberty #cyberpunk edgerunners #female v #male v cyberpunk #idris elba #keanu reeves #johnny silverhand #video games #cyberpunk v #panam #judy alvarez #songbird cyberpunk #solomon reed

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justanothereddiemunsonslut · 2 years

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A Table In The Woods

(part 1) (masterlist)

Eddie Munson X reader

Summary: After running into Eddie Munson in the woods, discovering you’d both deemed the old table there as your own getaway spot and him consequently sticking around that afternoon, you find yourselves partnering up for Ms O’Donnell’s new science assignment the next day.

Part 2: Hey, Assignment Partner

As you made your way to Ms O’Donnell’s class the next morning your mind was still going over the interaction you’d had with Eddie Munson the previous day. You had been so irritated when you left school, longing for solitude, the last thing you wanted was company and yet that’s what you got. It surprised you how calm you had ended up feeling as Eddie had stuck around to annoy you. You hadn’t smiled that easily in a while. He’s just that kind of person I guess, you decide in your head as you try to move your train of thought onto other things.

…

It hadn’t been your first conversation with Eddie. You’d had a few classes together before, including Ms O’Donnell’s this year, and he was not exactly a quiet presence in a classroom, plus you’d see him around school now and then. So you weren’t technically friends, but also you weren’t strangers, just classmates.

Now at your desk, you began to mentally prepare for whatever monster of an assignment O’Donnell was going to throw at you. She had just started to address the class as Eddie barrelled in, barely on time, shrouded in his usual air of chaos. You glanced at him as he took his seat and he caught your eye and gave a wiggle of his ring clad fingers, you lifted your hand in a brief wave back.

At the very end of class Ms O’Donnell was detailing the new assignment, which was to be done in pairs. Great. “You can choose your own partners,” she was raising her voice to be heard as everyone started to get restless, “I recommend getting started as soon as possible, you will have to put in time outside of class!”

The instant class was over the majority raced out the door, you waited for the rush as usual, taking your time to collect your things. Eddie was on his way out, or so you thought before he put a hand on the desk in front of yours and slid over it, landing directly in front of you.

“Hey, assignment partner.” This was not worded as a question.

Before you could get further than a “hey” in response, Jason, in all his I’m-a-popular-douchebag-ness, from across the room called out, “the freak’s got the right idea! Pairing up with someone so far above your grade level, hoping to get a free ride Munson?”

Eddie instinctively stuck his middle finger up in Jason’s direction, keeping his eyes on you. His finger followed Jason all the way out the door before he dropped his arm.

You weren’t going to say anything but that comfortable feeling you’d got from Eddie the day before was back. “So do you think it’s a prerequisite for being on the basketball team that you have to be a total dick?”

Eddie seemed shocked that this came out of your mouth and let out a strong laugh, “ha! A complete and total dick, right?!” You let yourself laugh as you nod in agreement.

“I’m pulling a B in this class though so you better not blow this assignment for me,” you warned, returning the conversation to its start point as you stood up to leave.

“Now what makes you say that?” he flashed you a grin before disappearing into the hall.

After school you made your way to the table that you now shared with your science assignment partner, Eddie Munson, as you’d planned while passing each other in the cafeteria at lunch. You had already sat down and were pulling out your science book plus a notebook when he arrived.

“Hey, you said you were pulling a B in O’Donnell’s. Aren’t you like super science-y and shit? I thought you’d be getting A’s,” he called out as soon as he was in earshot.

“So Jason was right then? You were just trying to team up with an A level student?” you shot back at him with clear sarcasm. He was about to defend himself but you laughed it off. “I like science. And my friends are mostly into science but they are the ones getting A’s because they’re really serious about it. I just like to light stuff on fire sometimes or mix some chemicals to see what happens, I like it for fun not for being a world changing scientist or anything,” you shrugged.

“So you’re telling me I picked the wrong science nerd?” Eddie was smiling at you, maybe if you’d worked together before now he would’ve paid a bit more attention and passed the class a couple years ago like he was meant to.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you say as you grab a pencil from your bag.

The assignment was essentially to choose any kind of scientific investigation you wanted, gather data and present your findings to the class. When she’d mentioned that last bit you’d felt your stomach drop. If there was any part of school you hated the most, it was public speaking. Now though, you tried to come up with a decent idea for a science project.

You and Eddie went back and forth on ideas for a while but nothing was quite right.

“Why don’t we just light some stuff on fire like you said before?” Eddie offered as he moved to lay down on his back on the bench seat, running out of ideas.

“But it needs to have some purpose, like, what are we trying to prove?” You swirled your hands around as if you might pull the perfect idea from the air.

“I don’t know, that stuff burns?”

“Why do I feel like I shouldn’t let you anywhere near an open flame?”

Eddie laughed, which made you smile.

Suddenly you gasp. You’ve got it.

Eddie sat upright, “what?”

“You play guitar right?” You were getting excited as the idea came together in your head.

“Yeaaah,” he pulled the guitar pick necklace he wore from under his shirt and fiddled with it, “why?” He had no clue where you were going with this.

“Isn’t there a thing where playing music to plants can make them grow differently?”

“There is?” Eddie raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah! So we could get a few plants and you could play different stuff to them, plus one that gets no music, and we can see if it changes the growth! What do you think?” You grinned at having come up with something achievable that wasn’t totally boring.

“Well, it doesn’t involve lighting anything on fire…” Eddie pretended to deliberate this fact in his head, then smiled, “alright, why not?”

After you’d figured out what you needed and made a rough experiment plan you started putting your books back in your bag, ready to head home. Eddie tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically then asked, “so you don’t think you’re smart enough to be a world changing scientist?”

You looked up at him, you thought he might have been joking but his face was serious. Serious but soft. He looked at you like he was searching for the answer on your face. “What?” you asked quietly, a little confused.

“You said earlier you love science but not enough to be a world changing scientist or whatever. If that’s not what you wanna do then it’s fine but if you wanted to you could, you know? Because you’re smart enough to do it. Be a world changing scientist, or something,” he tried to shrug the idea off and started tapping the table again, as if he didn’t mean to get sincere and it was just a throwaway idea.

“Thanks. It’s not that I don’t-“ you don’t know what you’re trying to say, your instinct is to hold back but then you look at Eddie. His eyes are the warmest brown and you’d never noticed before but you think they might be the kindest eyes you’d ever seen. He twists one of the rings on his finger, nervous that he’d brought this up. His eyes search yours, after a moment you look away as you restart. “I don’t know. I just feel like everyone knows what they want to do and be and where they’re going once we graduate but I just,” you take a deep breath in, “have no idea,” you let the breath out and look back at Eddie. He just looks back at you, his expression soft, waiting for you to continue. You look down at your hands. “I know it’s stupid-“

“Hey!” He lowered his head, making your eyes find his again so he could be sure this got through to you. “No it’s not. That’s not stupid.”

“It feels stupid. It feels like I should have everything planned out and know exactly what the hell I’m doing with my life but I just don’t! And I don’t want to disappoint anyone or have people going ‘she had so much potential, such a shame to see it wasted’. I just want to be sure of where I’m going. I want to know what to do.” You stop talking before the tears that had started to well in your eyes had a chance to spill.

“I promise you not everyone has it figured out, if anyone.” He pauses. “I have no idea what I’m doing, if that helps.” You were so used to the loud, reckless Eddie, the one who didn’t care what anyone thought, the one that never took anything seriously, except maybe the hellfire club. You almost wondered if this Eddie, with his soft spoken reassurances and gentle eyes, was the same person. Then again, he probably had you figured for one of those people that has their life mapped out but you were completely lost.

You just breathe for a minute, determined not to start crying over high school in front of Eddie Munson. Maybe it shouldn’t have been surprising that the guy repeating his senior year yet again was unsure of his future but somehow it actually did help.

“Yeah, you’re right, it’s just so overwhelming,” you say eventually.

“Yeah. It can be. But we’re friends now so if you’re feeling overwhelmed you can, you know, talk to me about it.” Eddie gave you a gentle smile.

“We’re friends now?” These few words distracted you from your impending breakdown.

“Aren’t we?” Eddie asked genuinely.

You think about the completely honest conversation you’d just had, you hadn’t told anyone how stressed you were about graduating until now. “Yeah. We’re friends,” you replied, a smile appearing on your face.

“There we go, that’s better.”

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(Part 3)

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie x reader #a table in the woods #thank you so much if you’re reading these

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nextinline-if · 2 years

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i'm here for the angst so if it's alright, how would the ros deal with having to breakup with the mc (for whatever reason you want) ? tear my heart to pieces author </3

ah yes, this seems like a good one to answer as I'm in a relevant state of mind

Let's see, I'm going to make this as painful as I can...

oh but I'm not feeling super creative so just pretend that all of the breakup reasons are great lol

Constantine

So this is what it's like to love someone more than you love yourself, he thinks. He's been in the training arena all day, ripping the dummies to shreds. Because he has to leave you.

All this time - he waited, wished, yearned for the love of another. For your love, it seems.

But Castelon is in trouble - and duty calls. Calls for him to take up a dangerous mission that he knows he won't return from. He must go to Arandale. For the kingdom. For the people. For you.

You've had days of conversations - back and forth. You don't want him to go. But he's the right person for this. The only one who could lead this small mission to success.

Constantine's knuckles turn white as he swings the sword. Finally, the rage inside him bubbles up and he throws the weapon across the room. "Fuck!" Then he frowns and rubs his hand over his face. "Fuck," he mutters.

He steels his resolve before his heart wills him to stop and he marches off to find you. You're standing at a window, looking out over the kingdom. He pauses, leaning against the stone wall for a moment to watch you with a soft gaze that's filled with longing.

Then he takes a deep breath and calms his face. You turn at his footsteps, a frown on your lips.

I want to kiss that frown away, he thinks. But he has to be strong. For you. This is all for you - even if you don't understand that.

You raise an eyebrow but wait for him to speak.

He clasps his hands around his back and straightens his spine, looking into your eyes. You don't like what you see.

Gone is the kind-hearted, funny man you've come to love.

He clears his throat. "I'm going and - and we both know that I won't be coming home."

Your throat runs dry as you clench your fists at your sides. You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

He shakes his head. "You'll be an incredible ruler," he says. "But I won't be by your side to see it."

Instinctively, you take a step forward, reaching out for the one who always comforts you. But he takes a step back and then another. And he doesn't stop. "Goodbye, MC," he whispers before spinning on his heel and disappearing out of sight.

Margaret

Yesterday, Margaret overheard Vivian talking to you about not letting feelings distract from your role as the future monarch of Castelon.

And she hasn't been able to stop thinking about it. She laid awake all night, unsure. Or rather, exactly sure but unwilling. You must put your people first, she thinks, otherwise, this has all been for nothing.

She glances down into her tea, it's as dark as the thoughts roaming her mind. And I'm in the way.

Her fingers grip the mug, as if for life. Perhaps, for strength. She knows what must be done.

And yet, she cannot find it in herself to regret loving you or being loved by you.

For it has been a pure, clean love. It was not quick, but slow. She fell a little more each day. Until her heart could not love you more.

She finishes her tea and leaves the room to find you. It's not difficult - you're with your brother. When James sees Margaret behind you, he gives her a smile before patting your shoulder and leaving. You turn and meet her brown eyes.

Margaret's face is impassive. You're a cunning woman, a natural liar, you've got this, she tells herself.

But she's never lied to you. Not once.

"Everything alright?" you ask.

"No, darling, it's not," she replies, voice calmer than her rapid heart.

You move closer, putting a hand on her shoulder, your eyes full of concern. But she gently brushes it off and glances away from you - far away into the deepest reaches of her mind. "This isn't working," she says.

"Wh-what? What's not working?"

Margaret's brown eyes bore into yours. "Us. This was a mistake."

She almost falters at your crumpled face, at the hurt in your eyes. Almost.

But she doesn't. Instead, she turns to leave and whispers, "I'm sorry we wasted each other's time."

Someone knows. Someone knows that F broke Castelon law. And they're ready to report F if they don't break up with you and leave the country. And they've threatened your life.

It's been a rough night. F could tell you but you'd want to tell your mother and James. Then they'd become accomplices. It would ruin your family if the country knew that you and your family let someone you love get away with a crime.

F puts their face in their hands. They can never love another. It's not possible when their heart was made for yours, for you. To be loved by you. And how manginificent its been to be yours again.

But your safety comes first. So, F cries. And paces. And writes. And is in a loop for hours. Until morning rolls around. And they stand out on the balcony watching the Moon fall away for the day. If only my feelings for you could fall away so easily, F thinks.

F washes their face and spends a few minutes preparing to break your heart. They know that you'll never forgive them after this. You'll never love them again. But they'll have to live without your love - because they can't allow anyone to hurt you or your family.

F finds you in the garden. Fitting it should end here, after all this time, they muse. You smile at their approach, but it slips off of your face when they don't return it. Your stomach turns as you fear what's to come.

F stop in front of you, glancing around the garden, before their green eyes finally land on your face. "I shouldn't have come back. This was never going to work."

You stare at them in shock for a moment before anger flashes across your face. "You said you'd never leave again. Was any of it real? Was your love real?"

F flinches and takes a deep breath. "I do - I did love you. But I can't stay here. We can't keep pretending this will work."

Tears fall from your eyes and F looks away. Please don't cry, my love...

"I hate you," you tell them. They stumble back, before turning away and leaving, never looking back. I hate me, too.

Felix

"He doesn't love MC. He's just using them for their status."

That's what the noble said. And they're not the only one. For months, he's heard others talking about your relationship.

No one understands how much he loves you. You've helped him find a purpose in life. He wants nothing more than to give you every piece of happiness in the world.

But he isn't good enough for you. He knows that. As does everyone else. Felix throws his bottle of wine at the wall. How long until MC realizes they can do better?

No - best to cut this off before it gets too deep. Felix won't admit that it already is for him. He won't admit that he can't see a future without your love and warmth. A future without that smile that you only give to him. Or the laugh you make in the morning when he finds some silly new way to wake you up.

He shakes the thoughts away and rushes out to find you.

And it takes a while, but eventually he does. Your face lights up when you see him, but you take in his disheveled appearance and a frown apepars. "What's going on, Felix?"

The concern in your voice makes his heart melt. He wants nothing more than to tell you it's all fine and place a kiss on your forehead.

But instead he forces a laugh. "I was just thinking."

"About?" you ask, confused by his behavior.

"That I'm not a man meant to be tied down."

You recoil at his words and give him an increduclous look before you shake your head. "That's not a funny joke, Felix."

He's seconds from getting on his knees and professing how much of an idiot he is while asking you to ignore his stupid words. But all the shit he's heard over the last few months supersedes those thoughts.

He rolls his eyes, hoping you'll believe his act. "I'm a hot item and you just can't keep up with my needs," he replies with a smirk. No, he thinks, it's me who isn't enough for you.

"Felix..." NO - not that look, no, no, no!

The look on your face is breaking his heart. "I have to go," he says hastily before leaving you there, stunned.

#angst is always alright #anon reply #constantine dimas #lady margaret #felix faramund #f faramund #was this painful enough? idk #lets not talk about how long this took to write lololol #interactive fiction

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battlexworned · 11 months

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There would be the strange, muffled voices not too far from Ironhide’s room when he’d awaken. Talking, about three bots; one had taken his leave and the other had been in the background gathering their drinks from the bar earlier, leaving a rather tall, slender framed mech to have his harsh grip on the little balloon rabbit that was frantically struggling to make his escape.

“Let—-GO!”

The racer only snickered, getting his face up and close to the much smaller sentient’s own.

“Nah, I don’t think I will. You know I don’t appreciate little squishies like you ruining my paint job by gnawing on my pede. What did you even think you could accomplish with that stupid maneuver?”

The bunny growled, trying to keep his fear from escaping, he had to be strong like papa.

“I was gonna stop—you!….From being mean to another mech! You and your friends are cowards for picking on defenseless bots! My papa wouldn’t stand for that!”

He’d be mocked by the racer, feeling a familiar heat of embarrassment in his cheeks as the unknown mech spoke.

“My papa wouldn’t stand for that!…Do you even hear yourself? You’re one squeeze away from exploding into tiny little pieces, you think your papa can save you from that? No one will give a single slag if you just magically disappear squishy.”

He emphasized it with another grip of servos on the little rabbit, his rubber skin seemed to strain and bulge and he cried out in half anger and half pain, struggling all over again. The racer had pricked something, he could feel it.

“Y-You’ll see—!!…”

As if this day couldn’t get any worse, not only was he having the worst hangover of his life, Scout was missing.

Ironhide cursed to himself and thought, where could he have gone? He was desperately searching every corner, every room and every hidden space inside drawers or cabinets. That small balloon bunny is difficult to find given his extremely small size. Despite that, the mech persisted, fear and worry now possessing his processor. Oh come on, Ironhide already has a hyper-active mentee to take care of, how is he supposed to handle another?

Suddenly, his audials caught muffled sounds, voices. They weren’t too far from his dorm, at first he thought that there were some bots who so happen to live next to him. However, the more he payed attention and moved forward to hear clearly, that’s when the truth struck him in the spark. A familiar voice was heard, with a tone that can be described as pained or scared-

Scout was in danger.

Ironhide heard every single word; words about how he demands to be let go, criticizing the cowardice of the bot who is keeping him trapped, and also spoke about how papa wouldn’t stand this mistreatment. Ironhide wouldn’t stand for this. Scout is goddamn right he won’t stand for this. His frame was no longer protesting over the pain of the engex’s aftermath. Instead, a common instinct overflowed his systems. The instinct to fight- protect. Optics widened but sharp, shining bright with pure emotion that white pupils flashed to existence. Soon after, his face plates winced into an angered frown.

He was pissed.

Ironhide didn’t hesitate to dart towards the dorm’s door, then he caught the sight of the racer gripping Scout so tightly that if too late- well, consequences were going to be bad. That just added fuel to his fire. A servo clutched tight in such a short time. As as Ironhide approached the mech, his fist flew straight at the racer’s face. His strike took all the strength he had at the moment, which will surely be enough for the racer to be knocked out cold regardless.

#💢彡 || 𝙞 𝙖𝙞𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧 || ic.#💢彡 || 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 || answered ask ; starter #biggest-ultra-mags #* K-FUCKING-O BITCH #* PLEASE DO NOT THE SCOUT

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roseunspindle · 2 years

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Doctor Who plot/fic thing...

- it’s after the time windows on the spaceship and Rose has been very distant. Not only to the Doctor (who feels he should be happy at the space but is very, very miserable) but Mickey as well, as his supposed “see what did I tell yous’” had gotten to the point where Rose avoided him.

- The TARDIS was worried. They had needed to protect the timelines of course, but she’d honestly thought her thief wasn’t that stupid. (She was also upset as she knew Mickey was destined to do amazing things and first he got a bad trip, then he was hurting her Wolf....

- Once again taking matters into her own “hands” as it were, the TARDIS decided that her wolf needed something for herself, the crack in dimensions would have to wait a trip, it seemed.

- She reaches out with all her senses for a place perfect for her beloved wolf and there, a faint but strong thread...oh, oh this place would be perfect...

- a mental poke at her Thief to use the randomizer and off they go

- Rose feels...at home almost the instant she leaves the TARDIS which is odd, as usually that’s how she feels (felt) only on the TARDIS itself but lately... well, things haven’t been great.

- But here, Rose feels a pull in her gut and her feet...itch to move forward. It’s hard not to and then, when she sees Mickey coming towards her...

- She stops resisting... here is a forest directly ahead of them, and it’s night, the moon is high and full...

- She’s running to the dark woods just ahead almost without thought and still, she pushes herself deepening her breathing ignoring both the doctor and mickey’s voices as she plunges into the trees.

- This is right, the call deepens and then there are figures beside her, the natives apparently, they come in at her sides, running as well, there is no threat, more a cautious welcome as they come abreast of her, then speed up and she does her best to lengthen her stride...deeper and deeper she follows the call her (escort?) silent and swift beside her.

- The Doctor can’t believe what just happened, Rose just, ran off and while her teases her for the tendency, it’s usually not quite that blatant or deliberate.

- He’s about to go after her when he sees two figures approaching, one is a dark skinned man with a serene expression, while the other is younger, paler, and coated in moles. His expression seems more amused.

- “Well met travelers” says the older one. Mickey speaks before the Doctor can say a word (impressive). “Where’s Rose! Why’d she run off like that, you people do something to her?”

- The younger one rolls his eyes, “Calm down, your friend seems to have some Wild in her, if you had researched this planet before coming, you’d know this place has a bit of a psychic field and draws people with the right, mindset, or instincts, to the epicenter. She’ll come back, when she’s ready, odds are she won’t stop running ‘til she gets there though.” The younger man shrugged nonchalantly, but looked annoyed with Mickey and the Doctor already.

- They get invited to stay in the village until Roses return (which when pressed was only ever given the response of “when she’s ready”)

- The Doctor and Mickey mostly sulk...the TARDIS won’t even let him in right now, well he’d have to force his way, she keeps zapping his fingers in the keyhole. And he doesn’t want to do that yet. It also reassures him as he’s quite certain if Rose was in danger he doubts the TARDIS would be being difficult.

- So, he settles in (he and mickey even talk) and he uses the sonic and his own sense to try to understand the psychic field here. The younger of their two greeters (call me Stiles) isn’t actually adverse to giving them some information but certain things cannot be said until Rose and their leader, returns. The Older one had disappeared earlier and had yet to reappear.

- Rose is exhausted and wired at the same time when she finally stops running, she thinks the sun came up at least once during her run, and it is evening again.

- Her run has led her to the entrance of a cave... it should look dark and scary, she should be concerned by the people surrounding her, they all have glowing eyes in various colors and aren’t even winded so far as Rose can tell.

- She’s honestly pretty certain she shouldn’t have been able to run for as long as she did

- But all she still feels is that pull, and a sense of faint welcome, of solidarity from the people near her.

- She looks to the black haired one, the man with glowing red eyes (that look gentle, instead of frightening) he nods her towards the cave, expression solemn and Rose nods back and starts forward.

- There is a dark skinned bald man standing near the entrance of the cave and she stops near him, though she sways on her feet towards the opening.

- “Welcome pack-sister” he says solemnly. “I am here to offer guidance and a warning.”

- First, should you wish to enter this cave, remove your shoes, allow yourself to connect to the ground you stand upon.

- Rose complies, awkwardly, and then stands again her feet almost stop with that bizarre itch but still tingle with the need to press forward.

- “Second, know that you should you choose to answer the call, you will not emerge the same as you are now. Your inner being, the shape of your soul, shall be called forth and you will carry that with you always. This world calls to those with wildness, with beasts within their souls. Not evil or wickedness, any more so than a knife is evil, what you do with your new self is your own call. When you leave, we will aide you in learning and understanding your new self. You may stay here if you wish, or once you are ready, we shall take you back to your companions.”

- Rose nods, she has a suspicion of what is going on, at least, the glowing eyes, the still full moon, that call, the woods and cave...she thinks she understands, a little what he means by “new self”.

- Shoulders back, Rose walks into the cave.

- The Doctor is genuinely starting to get anxious. They’ve been waiting here a month and while a few of the other villagers have wandered through, Rose has not yet returned.

- Then he senses her. She feels...different somehow and he looks around eagerly (he’s missed his pink and yellow human)

- It’s a large group that come running from the woods towards the village, and at first the doctor barely recognizes Rose.

- Her hair is tousled and not unkempt but not styled either, her face is free of make-up (not any available in the deep woods evidently) her clothing is now the same stuff the villagers wear, a mix of hides and cottons and her feet are bare as they flash beneath her as she runs with the group.

- She’s also moving far, far faster that she ought to be able to.

- She greets them happily, but she does not hug them (the doctor does not flinch at the lack of hug).

- She does hug all the people that had been with her, laughing and chatting like they’ve been friends for ages.

- They head back to the TARDIS the next day, Rose still sans shoes, the only thing she does still seem to have from a month ago is her TARDIS key. They head in and Rose pats the console on her way by, the doctor’s keen hearing picking up her quiet “thanks love”

- when she comes back, she looks a bit more normal, make-up back in place and in her usual sorts of clothing.

- really he wonders if they’d have ever found out anything if during their next adventure when the cybermen attack, and they were caught, if Rose hadn’t turned into a giant black wolf and carried them away on her back to safety.

#i like giving rose the ability to turn into a giant wolf #doctor who #rose tyler

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dreamqueenkala · 2 years

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THE WHORE OF HACKETT’S QUARRY

Day One

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*Note: The image above is an anonymous face claim for the OC in this mini series and all credit goes to the owner of the photo. For the purpose of this mini smut series, the OC is both a Hackett and infected. This is also an "Everyone Survives, Still Infected" route AU. There will be various warnings through out this mini series and all chapters will be released in consequential order. If you enjoy this mini series, comment and leave a note, and I'll consider making a Male version, as well. I am also accepting other series and scenario suggestions.

WARNINGS: None Currently

Female OC x All Male Counselors

PART 1/? of The Whore of Hackett's Quarry

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It's always incredibly difficult to adjust to change. No matter how brilliant or flexible one may be, the transition itself between comfort and the unknown is stressful and strenuous. It pushes one to think and adapt, forcing themselves to shed the skin of what they once were in order to reveal the new them. It's what adaptation has always been, even in the most difficult or simplest situations.

For the counselors of Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp, adaptation was a struggle between their mental and emotional strength. After the events of the full moon last August, 8 of the 9 counselors had never been the same. Both gifted and cursed with this mutation amongst their blood, some of them grew to fear the full moons waxing, yet some appreciated their new senses. At the cost of risking their loved ones lives once a month, the counselors were granted heightened hearing and sense of smell, clearer vision, a strong sixth sense and an insatiable hunger, along with extremely high endurance and strength,

They remained as human as ever on the exterior, but internally their thoughts warred with their inner beasts, animal instinct battling human morality constantly. At first, it was a fight for sanity, a struggle to stay themselves above all else. Then, a few months in, drawing close to the end of the year, they began to relax, adapting to the inklings of their inner wolves.

Despite having gone their separate ways, the 9 counselors stayed in contact, bonded by their traumatic night in the woods and the two months 7 of them had spent together prior. Almost a full year had come around now, and Ryan Erzahler, the camps previous quiet, brooding yet mysterious sailing instructor, managed to convince the group through a group text to video call.

It hadn't been the first time they'd video chatted before, but it's been a few months. Now that summer was rolling in and June was only a few days away, everyone had their time off from college and work. So, as a way to catch up, they all agreed to make a necessary trip to the place that started it all. Fortunately, there would be no summer camp this year, due to the losses the Hackett's suffered the year prior—Chris was still mourning his mother and daughters deaths. Even more fortunately, Travis Hackett, Chris's brother, had given Ryan special permission to utilize the campgrounds for the summer. The sheriff was determined to solve this curse, though it seemed Silas the white wolf had once again disappeared. And as time had gone on, the young counselors had discovered that they'd slowly grown more and more antsy, horny, aggressive, and paranoid. An odd combination fueled entirely by the wolf blood that flowed through their veins.

With no other option left to the 9, they returned to Hackett's Quarry, hearts set on ensuring the summer and trying to lessen their animalistic desires. Unfortunately—or quite possibly fortunately—there was a new presence on the land, and she alone was about to set the males hormones and hearts ablaze.

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Slipping out of Uncle Chris's office, I was startled to find a flurry of new scents filling the lodge, each one unique but somehow incredibly enticing. My pupils dilated for a moment and I bit my lip, hearing voices in the foyer. Slowly moving down the hall, I turned the corner and peeked into the room. Nine vary different teens stood around the room, some talking with each other, though three in particular were deep in conversation with my dad, Travis Hackett. A tall boy with dark skin and short shaved hair, another tall boy but slightly shorter than the other, pale in skin tone, freckled with wild auburn locks draped around the tips of his ears to the nape of his neck, and a blonde girl with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail beneath a baseball cap.

A few feet to their left, another trio took their place at one of the lodge tables. A very tall, yet thin, white fit with short brown hair swept to the side and dimples that accentuated his smile. The short Asian girl across from him was talking animatedly with the other guy beside her, whose broad shoulders and muscular stature took up two seats worth.

Finally, resting on the stairs near the doors, sat the final trio. A slightly thicker girl with red-dyed hair was bent over a sketchbook, drawing away. On the floor a few steps down from her sat an athletic blonde with her hair in a bun, and a tan-skinned guy with dark brown locks that brushed his shoulders. The two in the floor were shoving each other playfully, laughing and grinning as their attempts to make the artist smile succeeded.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and let my eyes fall to the group surrounding my dad. His coal black eyes were settled on me over the girls shoulder, lips pursed. "Maya!" I stood straight at his stern but somehow inviting tone, moving around the corner as the three teens turned to face me. Moving towards them, I noticed how their eyes widened and their nostrils flared, the two boys gritting their teeth whilst the girl narrowed her eyes.

"Yes dad?"

"Chris talked to you?"

"Mhm. He forgot to tell me the counselors were wolves." The three tensed slightly, rings of gold circling their natural eye color, but my focus remained on my dad.

He grunted, hands on his hips, fingers kneading at his brown belt. For once, my dad wasn't in uniform, likely taking the week off to help my uncle cope with the loss as he had, while also getting the counselors from last summers incident under wraps. He was dressed in a black t-shirt, an open blue and grey checkered flannel draped over his slender shoulders and thick biceps, a pair of muddy boot cut jeans on his hips and the hems caresses the ankles of his hiking boots. All in all, he looked very outdoorsy but relaxed.

"Damn Chris. He's at a loss still, with Kaylee and Ma..." I exhaled through my nose and ruffled my silver dyed locks, gnawing at my lower lip as my cobalt eyes examined the wooden floorboards.

"He needs time. It took you and Bobby 6 months to move on. She was his kid, dad..." His dark eyes flickered over my face as I raised my head, and I took note of how they softened, becoming glossy with unshed tears for a moment.

"I know, kiddo. C'mere." Extending his right arm, he grasped my hand and drew me in, embracing me in a hold I'd only ever experienced when I was sad or scared. He held me as tightly as he had the night my mom had died, rubbing circles into my back with his right whilst his left cradled the back of my head to his shoulder. "He'll get better. I promise."

I smiled and pulled away, brushing his tears from his eyelashes and taking a couple of steps back. "So, you going to introduce me to these lovely pups?" I gesture to the three still surrounding us, my dad clearing his throat as the tips of his ears and sides of his neck grew warm with embarrassment.

"Right, well. These are obviously the counselors. This is my daughter, Maya." He introduced, still thoroughly embarrassed by the soft moment. I bit back a grin as my lips twitched, turning to gaze at the three individually.

"As he said, I'm Maya Hackett, the sheriffs daughter." I held out my hand to the dark skinned guy, his grip firm but kind of shaky.

"Ryan."

"Erzahler? Sailing Instructor?" His eyes lit up slightly, confusion and curiosity mixed in the coal color.

"Yeah?"

"Uncle Chris never shut up about you. You're his pride and joy—we both know Caleb wasn't doing much, no offense to him." Ryan's cheeks flushed slightly as a grateful smile settled on his lips, his hands dipping into his black jean pockets.

"T-Thanks."

Turning to the girl, I immediately noticed her tense posture and stood straighter, my cobalt eyes narrowed slightly on her grey-blue ones. Holding out a hand, I made sure my grip was tighter than hers, internally satisfied by her slight wince before she pulled away.

"I'm Laura Kearney."

"Assistant nurse?" She nodded and gritted her teeth slightly, my eyes flickering away from her to the guy to her side. He was standing half a foot back and slightly behind her, his right shoulder brushing against her left.

His grin was warm and kind, his green-blue eyes flickering with delight and curiosity as he gently shook my hand. His hand was larger than mine and very warm, a sense of comfort expressed through the gesture. "I'm Max Brinly, supposed coordinator assistant." He introduced, reaching up with his left hand to ruffle his hair. "Though, didn't get to do much of that locked in a basement." My dad cleared his throat and Laura elbowed him, but I couldn't help the soft laugh that filtered from my lips.

"Yeah, I've heard. Dads very descriptive with his stories, and the camera footage didn't leave much else to the imagination." The teasing tons of my voice did not go unnoticed, Max's breath catching in his throat for a second. Max, along with Ryan, stood a little straighter as my own scent changed slightly, their nostrils flaring again. Laura, on the other hand, pursed her lips and bared her teeth slightly, her left hand immediately coiling it's way into Max's right. He glanced at her but said nothing, his shoulders raised slightly at the tension.

"Alright, this—this wolf thing has got to end. Quit you're teeth baring and growling. We've got other shit to do." My dad huffed, snapping us from our stupor. I straightened my posture and smiled softly as my dad called for the rest of the group to join us.

"Who's this?" The blonde with the bun inquired, arms crossed under her breasts, hidden by her sage green button up polo tucked into her high waisted blue jeans.

"Hi pups. I'm Maya Hackett, the sheriffs daughter." I introduced, unintentionally moving to stand by Ryan and my dad, leaning a bit closer to the former. "And as you can prolly tell by the scent your catching, I'm like you. Though my dad likely didn't mention it, I was there the same night Caleb got bit. I, unfortunately, did not get the opportunity to stay and hunt Silas like my family did. Dad kept me at a safe distance in my mothers home town. It was his way of protecting both of us."

"So, wait—you're infected or whatever?" The tall bulky guy asked, tilting his head with furrowed brows. With a nod my dad continued for me, hands once again curled around his belt loops.

"While we spent every full moon hunting, my daughter spent her time trying to come to terms with the change. Around three years into her infection, she'd managed to gain full and complete control over both her instincts and her transformation." Multiple expressions changed at this information, and some scents grew either stronger or weaker in response. "Because of this, and because of last august, she's here to both meet you and help you."

"It's not going to be easy or quick. In fact, your transformations the first two full moons, if you make any progress this summer, will likely become more painful. You guys' biggest issue is your refusal to adapt."

"Adapt?" The brunette clicked his tongue, shifting his weight on his feet. "What? So we're just supposed to accept the fact we want to eat people half the time?"

"Yes." At their expressions of both fear and shock, I giggled softly, my expression playful. "The fact that you've become so aggressive is because you're fighting your inner wolf. You have to remember there's two parts of you sharing the same body now. If you accept and welcome the change, you won't be fighting the aggression or hunger or lust. You'll basically be normal, except for the instinctual and sensory change."

"You make it seem so simple." The tan-skinned male hummed, his Australian accent thick and deep, his gaze flickering over his feet as his brows furrowed.

"In theory it is, but the process is difficult. For you, it might be easier, it only took me three years because I was on my own."

The group stood for a minute in silence before the short Asian lady stepped forward. "Well, I'm Kaitlyn Ka, camp coordinator." I shook her hand with a smile, turning to the tall jock that stepped forward.

"Jacob Custos! It's great to meet you, Maya." He grinned, his brown eyes alight with excitement. His grip was just as firm and warm as Max's was, his hand only slightly larger.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Jacob. Can I call you JC?" His brows shot up and his grin widened, a giddy bounce on his feet making me giggle.

"Dude, yes!" His immediate response led to a high five with the Aussie beside him, a short bout of laughter among the group.

"Cute..." I murmured, turning my gaze to the artist.

"O-Oh, um, I-I'm Abigail Blyg, Abi is fine. I'm not infected..." I smiles at her anyway and gently shook her hand, watching the blonde beside her along her arm over the other girls shoulder.

"I'm Emma Mountebank. That dork over there is Dylan Lenivy and that handsome Aussie is Nick Furcillo." She cooed, causing the two in question to blush along with Abigail, whom leaned into her side sweetly.

"Wow, Emma, not even going to give me the opportunity to charm her with my wit?" Dylan huffed. A pout settled on his lips as his hands moved to his hips, though the glint in his eyes was completely jovial and joking.

"I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to charm her with your undeniable dorkiness when you trip down the lodge steps again." Kaitlyn chided, blowing him a kiss.

"That was one time, Kaitlyn!" The laughter that flitted through the room was relaxed and inviting,y scent altering to express the happiness I felt around these people.

"Well, you can charm me later. We've got a whole summer to get to know other." I quipped, coiling arms with Kaitlyn as we made our way to the door. Jacob was quick to follow on my right side, the rest following behind us. Stepping outside and down the steps I called over my shoulder. "Don't fall for me just yet, Dylan." The ensuing stumble and yelp had me giggling, Ryan's deep baritone and Emma's teasing pitch calling after us.

"You're scent is really fucking strong, Maya." Jacob hummed after a moment as we walked the dirt path. I glanced at him with a raised brow, tilting my nose up slightly. His own scent caressed my nose and I bit my lip. He smelled like leather and caramel, a strange but oddly satisfying scent that was almost addictive if it weren't for the scent of sweat lingering along his nape. "I-I mean—why does it keep changing?"

I straightened my back and felt my cheeks flush as his scent took on a nervous but excited tone, the lingering additive of pine on the tongue. I swallowed thickly and forced my hormones to relax, squeezing Kaitlyn's arm lightly. "It's due to my emotions and hormones. When I'm feeling a positive emotion, it takes on delightful scents and such. When I'm feeling negative emotions, my scent will accumulate a bitter undertone to it." I dropped it there, my cheeks just as flushed as the red caressing Jacob's neck and ears. His scent was still strong, but it'd calmed considerably when mine had.

"And, um...y-you mentioned lust?"

"Jacob, are seriously fucking horny right now?" The goofy jock spluttered at Kaitlyn's deadpan tone, his cheeks slowly gaining the red hue his ears and neck held. I snorted softly and shook my head, patting his shoulder. My fingertips caressed his pulse point on his neck for a moment, his jaw clenching at the action.

"I guess you'll just have to find that out for yourself, JC." Kaitlyn snickered and led me on across the dirt path as Jacob faltered to a stop for a moment. We could hear him stumbling inward to catch up as his scent once again took on that heavy pine undertone.

"You guys are so mean." Jacob whined, huffing out a breathe through his nose. Kaitlyn and I shared a look and shrugged. I already knew she'd be a good friend to me, so I held no worry there.

"But, you love me. And you might love her, later, too." Kaitlyn cooed, a teasing grin on her face as she gazed around me at the giant. His skin flushed again, meek embarrassment on his lips as he grinned goofily. I snickered softly, the cabins coming into view finally.

"We've got two and a half months to get to know each other and become the best pack you've ever seen, ya know." I added thoughtfully. "Who knows what we may feel or do?"

"Alrighty, Hacketteers!" I spun on my heel to face them in from of the tree in the center, clapping my hands together once with a wicked glint in my eyes and grin on my face. "Let's get started with those wolves, yeah?"

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whenhumanshadwings · 2 years

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Freedom in Flight

originally published on OneLight.com, 2011

The lesson in knowing that you can fly long distances with no harm requires engagement, full desire and the commitment to becoming one and remaining one with the Universe as a whole. The spirit of the universe will show each individual this way. Through cleaning the body, true Spirit will contact you, and will remove the covering and blocks that previously kept you from the infinite ability of ‘freedom in flight’.

Trust that the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step in the state of belief.

Everything You Imagine can not only come true, but ‘will’ come true.

This is a cosmic law.

Write your own story – make it an epic, there is no place you cannot go.

If you were to ask a person, an individual, what is important to them they would most likely claim the family, health and then prosperity as well as expression of self as important to their lives.

In terms of ‘expression of self’, this may be in several areas: arts, sports, reading and writing, spending times with good friends, friends that make you laugh, help you think, feel; friends who help you be more accomplished following your passions.

If you were truly given the opportunity to think and share with your friends what to wish for in the destiny of the deeper well, their instinctive desire and ‘need for freedom’ would come up. The indwelling spirit wants to experience or be immersed, sustained in a constant of many states: wisdom, benediction, placement of generosity as appropriate, and the ‘freedom of flight’.

So strong is the desire for the ‘freedom of flight’ at the base of our being, in our will to experience existence, that people will take great strides to reach flight even if only for short periods of time. All over the world individuals and groups practice jumping off high places with bungee cords, base parachutes, out of high airplanes day after day, gripping hang gliders, seeking to capture a moment perhaps minutes of what the freedom of flight can be; albeit under the force of gravity… often straight down. For one to take these plunges using their physical body, there is always the gamble of death or severe paralytic injury as a consequence. One must remain very alert to practice jumping and soaring with their physical body, this precious physical resource that many have waited to receive as a sacred gift what may seem a very long time. One does not want to bring injury to this gift.

Still, the otherwise perfectly sane have many times described a feeling of the rush of intended flight off a balcony they were standing nearby or on. This rush for flight ensuing strikes the person at first glorious and then terrifying. How deep our genetic code draws on our inner need to experience flight! The desire of emotion to fly so strongly mirrors our own wish for immortality, which in turn leaves the mind in its present evolutionary state confused, deliberating, probing, wondering: ‘why, as I am immortal, why is it that I cannot fly?’. In our great whim to fly the jury remains out, we can not judiciously make a mistake, we do not want to die, and then ‘disappear’.

Even for the most discerning of this condition one believes some justice had been mislaid, some thing wrong happened in our past, some thing that keeps us vastly inferior to many of the other species: those who can glide and dive in great harmony through the branches of the trees with nary a cautionary thought in their brain. Until a negotiable settlement is realized and reached- ‘flight by human’ for now is available only to those who know the inner workings of spirit, the knowledge of which remains for All to know and experience.

Headed towards a Heavenly Dynamic

It is presently accepted by many of our surface planet population [believed upon], that what ancient evolutionary skill we have in truly safe flight has been lost, gone, removed from our genetic resources. We are so taken in by flying that even the dream states of flight are often viewed as worshipful, set in the company of godlike visions. One so wants to fly… there surely cannot be a line of demarcation(?) between true flight and dream flight. People have described from personal insight, and not only that in ancient myth, that their wings have been sheared off at the shoulder blades…that they are presently living in a prison devoted to the remembrance of their past whereby they once flew. Truly what we once were and what we are today, are viewed as totally different. Why has such a great abyss divided us from our past?

Once sovereign soaring eagles we humans now are chickens within an invisible electric fence of the stolen mind, our eggs to be harvested and sent to other distant places. We are made dumb just enough to keep us remaining a harvestable species, for how very long, who will tell.

The ability to move by flight from one place to another in this world as in other dimensions has for a moment in this eternity [eternity being measurable] remains reverently sensed as out of our reach. The engagement of this dumbing down process is created and connected to the tissues of our deep subconscious as a holy foundation in our lives’ existence, to remain as a form of secure sustenance to our creator, a suspended belief, not to be interrupted for many, many years to come… if ever. We are told we must remain imprisoned in a body that has no wings, but some day – out there in the future, if we are good a set of wings will be returned to us.

For those who sincerely desire, who ask with the deepest portion of their heart, all is given, including the wings for freedom in flight…today, now, this very moment.

A Method of Flight

For the interim of this measured time, we who practice the awakened divine current of VRIL have learned a method of flight, whereby we may go anywhere with our consciousness intact, awake, clear, valid, of high value and purpose, open eyed – we travel freely and by thought quickly in this universe and more, we have no need to first die, or die ever…no need. We go – move by the desire and will – the whim of the heart.

The Method is Engaging High Energy

In our group of practitioners, we can move directly from one place to another with the experience of flight, or we can walk into another portal of the planet like walking from one room to another, in an instant. This sense of empowerment increases in gradations as the skill to move consciously and strategically increases…becoming more precise, more capable. Overtime the increased adherence to this task results whereby one can move from the surface consciousness of this planet Earth to a comfortable observation point on [like] the grid of a moon of Saturn, as their human body relaxes in their meditation space whether it be in home or office.

For the distinction of the flight process we may define our work in two levels: one, the use of astral travel and second the use of hyper-spacial travel. Though both have their individual challenges, the actual immersion into both these currents of energy requires the removal of blocks causing difficult patterning of clear energy flow in the neural system for the opening of strength [i.e. congestion from trauma, such as that associated with birth, fear of falling, drowning, invasion of animosity, toxic food or air -whatever works on the neural system causing anxiety]. Once one taps into the strength of the Universe, one is no longer a slave to their past belief that they are a mortal stuck on a prison mind planet such as ours: a place whereby fear is continually presented in our media, in schools, the religious fear invasion of family; but that we are Immortals who can stretch to infinity and back, by whim, by the desire of the heart. Not crippled flightless chickens whose DNA resources are to be harvested – continually…secretly, with the blessings of a hidden god of religion.

Through accessing the higher frequencies, the higher vibrations of the body’s will, by immersion into the deeper vibratory states we leave the experience of physical fears and false religious entanglements behind. And through the sustained practice, this model of enduring flight becomes more naturally awakened, occurring, resulting in one being empowered to fly at will anywhere in the universe.

Entering the astral realm we experience free flight, and then in the coming corridor we will have the development of the great experience that of ‘teleportation’, traveling into realms known and not yet known. For one to enter into hyperspace and jump to exalted places as one wishes takes great desire and will; in truth we measure our ability in freedom by these two factors: desire and will.

Getting help for accomplishing this task of flight begins by asking one’s Inner Self: ‘can I truly do this?-will I do this? Is this good for me?’. Through exhausting the soul’s fear shrouded by the previous imagination of doubt, one will inherit the winds of freedom through willful desire.

Once one gets past the cognitive embrace and transcends the inaptitude of the duty to the mind’s cautionary tale – one can see beyond the oblivion of the Void and into the active energy of true flight. A constant reminder of true self.

The mind is required to change to make this leap, to enter into the center of the brain and sit on the throne of the pineal gland – it is an evolutionary leap. One is going from a walking soul to a flying soul. One is achieving what all people want. We can go through all the arbitrary ideas that band us, that keep us from this freedom hidden from our immediate gaze of our original divine power; still the desire for freedom of flight is paramount, it is our natural ability which has been taken from us. One can learn from this alone, that we are a captured and imprisoned species, imprisoned in the depths of our mind which secures our body to this earth plane while removing the true choice of flight from our divine gifts.

As one vibrates stronger in their meditation the paths of sustained flight open up. The fear impressions are released naturally. Human entanglements that have created frustrations are loosened – removed, seen as temporary. One begins the way knowing that freedom of flight is given to any and all who seek.

Seek dramatically. Tell your self that this power, this talent, this skill of flight is yours, yours to own and yours to share as is your desire.

The Domain of Flight

As one raises their vibration, their current, receiving more and more positive VRIL, the mind’s eye will open and the ability to pass through the Inner Eye is given. This is the initiation into the hidden Universe. One realizes that ALL power, knowledge and bliss is accessible and given to the one who first asks this goal is attainable by focus and desire.

The deeper one vibrates the greater their abilities to pass into other timelines, to go distant places, their power of flight grows and grows.

The joy from these experiences is the victory of visiting with the gods, for in your self you will realize once again, the virtue and intelligence of one’s soul is truly expressed by…

…Freedom in Flight.

#onelight #flight #human flight #flying #flying lessons #humans can fly #when humans had wings #psionics #super powers #siddhi #levitation #levitate

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flintbian · 3 years

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Just a friendly little vent please ignore

I wrote this yesterday after an apparently five day emotional rollercoaster (damn time really ceases to exist for me when I’m thinking and upset huh) which summarizes it, and I’m feeling better. Like after I wrote it and processed more idk I felt better but it just still felt important not to hide it and push it down like usual, after all that’s partly what this is about. Anyways I’m fine now, relatively, but documenting felt important to me tonight, or maybe it’s just me being sad again idk anyways it’s fine to ignore. I did decide to keep going despite the heartbreak, but damn this winter is going to be lonely (it’s already 30 degrees where I am and snowing somehow)

#the instinct to disappear and leave has been strong...at first that's what i thought i was going to do #at one point i cried for hours and it got gruesomely poetic when my brain came up with 'you shattered my heart and broke my soul #and took the last of my hope-what more do you want to take from me?'#so i knew then id have to be alone for this to never happen again #when she asked the question 'is she worth it/enough?' immediately i whispered 'i know im not' i already knew the answer #i dont think she realized she'd already told it to me and that's why my heart broke #i tried to play it off as aloof and fine like nbg ive just given up and accepted ill always be alone 'someday' will never come #i made the harley manifesto saying id keep my heart open + trust even though it opens you to being hurt bc its better than not loving at al #but at this point there's nothing left of me hoping for this will kill me so ive given up i relinquished it #so i cried i thought i could be alone again but...my soul aches #i got a brief glimpse of it and i still want it...once you get a taste...but i wish i didnt so the pain could stop #but im tired of being hurt and trying to fix what i didn't break...why does it always have to be me? bc im lonely-#always having to be the bigger person and beaten and trampled on and heart broken again and again desperately wanting connection #and im tired of still suffering inside when it's proven to me again and again im not worth it and my existence only deserves pain #just once i wanted to be worth it...just once #but if im not to even the person who claims a wretched thing ill never be...ive had to accept that #but it doesnt hurt any less #i wish i could stop caring #i wish i could have what everyone else has #but ill never get it...no matter how much i try #i wish it wasnt an innate human need so i could squash it and throw it away so it could stop torturing me #and now i dont know what to do #and i cant seem to stay the tears #and to be clear if you happen to see this it aint an ultimatum it's me accepting reality and being tortured on main #and like after i wrote this yesterday i felt Much better but it seems now depression is back and every night especially i get sad again #and if you could have your vent posts that literally said i am not worth it you can let me have this one vent post #im not mad it's fine im just despondent and this is technically a journal and its supposed to help me process apparently #im just tired of being trapped in an endless cycle of pain and heartbreak and im fine its fine im just writing and ignore this #at least i determined im not done yet but it's hard and lonely and some days i really do think im in hell #p

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the-yoru-whoru · 2 years

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Part two ( valorant discord group ) ( this is so fucking cliché and self indulgent please don’t take it seriously lmao )

You open the door slowly, still in shock.

“P-Phoenix?” You manage to say, “Is that really you?”

You aren’t prepared when this tall man steps forward solemnly and brings you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

You first instinct is to get out of his grasp.

He feels you wriggling around and he lets go of you, leaning over to really get a good look at you.

“Holy shit. I was so worried—we all were.” His familiar voice shakes, “Jesus look how small you are, did you even grow at all since I last seen you?”

You sputtered at his words, “What? Of course I’ve grown! You’ve just…gotten… taller?”

You fall quiet as you realized just how true that was.

When you had first met him he had been nothing but a scrawny, and overzealous kid.

Now he was a good foot taller then you, and his muscles seemed to bulge out of the thin white shirt he wore. His jawline was strong and defined, and the dark mop of curls that used to be his hair was blonde at the tips.

Phoenix didn’t pay your staring any mind, only looking you up and down as well and frowning slightly.

You took a step back when he gets closer to your face.

“Where the hell have you been? You disappear out of no where, ignore all our messages, and block all of our calls!” He has a frustrated look on his face, “We thought you might have—I mean, we had no way of knowing if you were okay or not, so I had to check up on you.”

When he stops talking the silence is almost unbearably quiet.

“Here, just come in, I’ll explain okay?” You eventually say, guilt ebbing at your chest.

Phoenix looks like he wants to say more, but he just follows you inside.

You explain everything, and the more you talk the more he frowns, until you visibly see his hands clench at his sides so hard that they are shaking.

He doesn’t say much, except for a few questions about what happened to the man in question, and how the authorities talked to you.

You cry a lot, so he brings you into his arms again and you melt into his warmth.

You feel so tired, but also so relieved.

He smells like pizza and cologne and for the first time in a while you sleep peacefully.

When you wake up he has a pizza on the table, along with some cans of soda.

He sheepishly explains that he can’t cook for the life of him, but you still appreciate the gesture.

You eat together and catch up on life.

It’s still so weird to see him across from you like this, tall and muscled, and face extremely attractive.

Phoenix harbours some mixed feelings as well.

He knew you were short, knew you were small but he didn’t realize you were this…fragile.

You had big eyes and a quiet voice, and without the usual mic picking up when you talk, he sometimes has to listen very carefully in order to catch what you are saying.

Plus you looked like you couldn’t hurt a fly, like he could easily pick you up and carry you around like it was no problem.

And although he found it exceedingly adorable, he also felt terrified all of a sudden.

Someone as kind and shy as you being forced on by some stranger?

Just thinking about it made him grit his teeth so hard that it hurt.

He wanted to hurt the man. Wanted to fucking beat him to pulp.

But he didn’t want to tell you that.

When it falls to night again, you don’t want him to go.

“Don’t go,” You say quietly, “This has been the first time in a while that I don’t feel….scared.”

Phoenix freezes in his place, arm still outstretched to grab his ringing phone, one arm already pulled through his jacket.

You tremble when he declines the phone call and walks toward you again, before leaning down and looking you in the eyes.

You prepare for rejection, for him to awkwardly straighten and leave you alone, for him to take his warmth and comfort away and never come back.

Instead he’s putting a large hand on your shoulder, just the weight enough to press you down into the couch you had been curled up on.

“Hey, I ain’t meant to keep this from you but,” His eyebrow creases, “Me and Yoru been living together for some time now. Dude’s an ass but, we got a spare room?”

Is he saying what you think he’s saying?

It feels like no time at all before you’re moving into their apartment , Phoenix and Yoru trailing behind you with large boxes in their arms, while you hold the small fragile items you brought from your old place.

When you had first met Yoru in person it felt like your first meeting on discord all over again.

He was intimidating, stern faced and serious.

Even when he put his hand out to shake yours you couldn’t help but notice how his grip fully dwarfed your own.

You hadn’t expected him to have a streak of blue in his hair, but it kinda suit him.

He didn’t say much, luckily Phoenix had explained everything to Yoru so you didn’t have to go through relieving it again, but when he did speak his voice was a little softer, with the same tenderness you’d usually hear over VC on discord, and that’s how you knew this was really your Yoru.

He was also extremely fit, but was leaner than Phoenix.

And although he wasn’t immediately friendly towards you, and didn’t immediately rush to be by your side like Phoenix had started doing (you knew he was just concerned for you), Yoru was still always nearby, keeping his distance but watching carefully over the rim of his tea as Phoenix would show you the rooms and talk non stop.

And fast forward to the present; Yoru seemed to have warmed up to you, and you were glad.

It felt nice to talk to both of them face to face, it really wasn’t all that different from the constant bantering they did in real life, with you in the middle either laughing or trying to defuse.

As you began setting up your things in the new room, Yoru leaned against your doorframe, suddenly quiet.

Phoenix was quiet too, face looking strangely serious again.

“So,” Yoru started, “Do you want to meet the others?”

Biting your lip, you looked away, feeling a bit pressured under both of their gazes.

“Um, in the future, definitely, but right now I don’t know if I can handle it,” Sure you felt safe and happy with the two of them, but what if it wasn’t the same with the others? What if they saw you as gross after what happened, or maybe they wouldn’t want to even talk to you when they found out how you acted in real life.

They both nodded, Yoru reaching out to pat your shoulder reassuringly, “That’s fine. Just get on discord and let them know you’re okay when you can. The idiots are worried sick.”

Taken aback, you felt a warm feeling spread through your chest. They really cared about you, huh?

Smiling now, you made a mental note to get back on discord as soon as you got the chance.

Things were finally looking up.

( a/n from here it’s just gonna be one shots and like, small parts on how you meet omen, Sova, etc. not sure how I’ll progress with confessions and n*fw stuff later but we’ll see, this was sorta another filler build up chapter lol. )

#Val discord au

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astralkoo · 3 years

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The Snack Thief (M)

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Genre: neighbors au, smut

Rating: 18+

Words: 6.4k

Summary: in which your annoying, younger neighbor has a nasty habit of breaking into your apartment late at night and stealing your food.

Warnings: strong language, technically breaking & entering, broke college student struggles, older!reader, Jungkook saying noona, explicit sexual content; sub!jungkook, dom!reader, blowjob, kitty gets ate, sixty-nine, very mild degrading (jk gets called a slut like once), needy jk, fingering (m. receiving)

— author’s note; it’s been a minute, hasn’t it? i’ve been trying to get back into my groove so hopefully this is the start of a very active and productive summer for my writing. also! this is cross posted on my new wattpad account bckupbabies so if you see it on there, that’s me don’t worry!

You woke with a start, heart pounding, skin drenched in cold sweat, fear gripping at your chest.

There's someone in your apartment.

It was a split second realization, one that ripped you violently from the gentle thralls of sleep and had thick, stifling terror settling like heavy stones in your gut. Sucking your lips into your mouth to prevent your breath from coming out too audibly, you strained your ears, listening carefully. At first, all you could make out was the soft whirring of the fan above your head. But then—

Thud.

In an instant, you were out from beneath the covers, a shiver rushing down your spine as the cold night air nipped at the exposed skin of your arms and legs. Instinctively, your hand shot to the nightstand, rushing over the smooth wood surface, seeking out your phone. Only— it wasn't there. Shit. You must've accidentally left it on the counter last night. Shit.

Gritting your teeth, you stumbled through the darkness, bracing a steadying palm against the wall to guide yourself across the bedroom.

"Where is it, where is it, where is it?" You hissed, searching blindly for the item you're always sure to keep near your bedside in case of a situation just like this. It didn't take long before your fingers grazed the smooth rubber grip of your old-reliable baseball bat. You let out a cautious exhale and moved silently towards the door, careful to avoid the floorboards that squeak.

Keeping your back against the wall, you stepped into the short hall. You could hear more clearly without the separation of your bedroom door; the heavy footsteps and low grumbling voice. It wasn't just your sleep hazed mind playing a nasty trick; there was someone in your goddamn apartment. A combination of fear and rage heated the blood currently rushing through your veins, the thundering of your pulse almost deafening in your ears.

Another loud bang sounded through your apartment and your shoulders tensed.

Were they even trying to be quiet? What a shitty burglar. They should've done their research before busting in. You were a broke college student working at a freaking campus cafe just barely able to afford paying your rent every month. The most valuable thing in your apartment was probably the ultra soft two ply toilet paper you'd splurged on last time you went shopping for basic necessities.

And you'd be sure to bash the bastard's head in before he could lay his greedy fingers on your precious two ply.

Letting out your fiercest battle cry, you swung your bat over your head and launched yourself out from behind the wall, poised for the attack. The man in your kitchen, who was elbow deep in your snack cabinet, shrieked (incredibly un-burglar-like, you might add). The sound was so high pitched and sharp that you flinched, startled as he whirled around clumsily, not only banging his elbows but tripping over his own feet in the process. You were barely able to catch a glimpse of his face before he fell, disappearing behind the counter.

But something about that scream was vaguely... familiar?

"Jungkook?"

The top of his head peeked out from behind the countertop, familiar doe eyes blinking back at you sheepishly. "Hi, noona."

The tension in your shoulders immediately melted upon realizing that you in fact not being robbed by an armed lunatic— rather, you were being robbed by your annoying next door neighbor. Again.

"Are you out of your mind?!" You hissed sharply, frustration flaring, "it's fucking three in the morning! Why the hell are you in my apartment?"

"I was hungry!"

"That doesn't explain why you're here!"

"I was craving ramyeon but I ran out! And– and you always have extra anyway so I thought you wouldn't mind!"

"Ha! You thought I wouldn't mind—" You gritted your teeth, on the verge of seething when you noticed he was still ducked behind the counter. "Why are you still hiding? Get over here." So I can beat your ramyeon stealing ass, you added in your head.

"Drop the bat— then we can talk." He bargained, nodding pointedly towards your weapon, still poised for attack.

Grunting, you reluctantly released the handle, letting it fall to the floor with a sharp clang.

Jungkook let out a low breath of relief, before meekly stepping out from his position behind the counter. Your eyes immediately dropped to his hands, still desperately clutching onto two packets of ramyeon.

Pinning him with a glare meant to reprimand, you crossed your arms firmly over your chest. "Jungkook, you can not keep—" your scolding was abruptly interrupted by a low, thunderous rumbling, your gaze jumping in surprise to the younger boy's face, which was now donning an embarrassed blush. "W– was that your stomach?"

Sucking his lips into his mouth, he nodded, head dropping in shame.

A wave of sympathy washed over you upon realizing just how hungry he must be. Any anger at having your sleep ever so rudely disrupted quickly fizzled out, the tension in your shoulders dissipating as he shuffled his feet shyly.

"Geez, this brat." You muttered under your breath, trudging over to where he stood and snatching the ramyeon packets from his grasp. He looked up at you with wide, pitiful eyes, and you could tell he thought that you were going to kick him to the curb. Instead, you jerked your chin into the direction of the couch and said, "go sit down while I make these. Don't need you hovering over my damn shoulder."

It would be a lie to say your heart didn't flutter a little at the sheer amount of excitement that lit up his face, pink lips breaking into a wide, uncontainable grin. Deciding not to push his luck, he quickly bobbed his head and scampered over to the couch, tossing a bubbly, "thank you, noona!" over his shoulder as he went.

You scoffed, though the corners of your mouth tipped upwards in spite of yourself.

The kid was cute. You'd give him that much. With those big shiny eyes and that stupid bucktoothed grin. Even if he was a perpetual trespasser and a food thief to boot, you'd let his little indiscretions slide... for now.

The ramyeon didn't take long to make, but, even all the way across the room, you could practically hear Jungkook's stomach growling up a storm by the time you were pouring it into two separate bowls. He was squirming on the couch, peaking over the back of it with wide, wanting eyes, damn near drooling at the mere smell of the sodium soaked noodles.

"Don't spill," you warned with a click of your tongue as made your way to the couch, handing him one of the bowls, "eat this, then go home, alright?"

Jungkook was already stuffing his cheeks before you'd even finished speaking, but he paused to pout over at you upon processing your words. "Noona..." he gurgled in soft whine around his mouth full of noodles, making sure to swallow before he finished, "why do you want me to leave so badly? You're hurting my feelings."

You scoffed as he pressed a large hand to his chest, wincing dramatically as if your words had somehow truly wounded him. "Do I have to remind you that it's 3am? I was sleeping. I would like to go back to sleep. I was having a very good dream before you fucking broke in to my apartment and tried to rob me." You hissed, plopping down on the couch beside him and shoveling your ramyeon into your own mouth.

Damn. That shit was good.

"I wasn't robbing you." He protested weakly. You raised an unconvinced brow. "Just... borrowing."

You barked out a laugh. "Oh? So you were planning to return all the snacks you were about to steal?" His eyes lowered, a guilty pout turning the corners of his mouth downwards. "Yeah, didn't think so."

"Still..." he grumbled bitterly, looking up at you through his thick lashes. "I'm much more fun than sleep."

You snorted. "I beg to differ."

There was an uncharacteristic lull of silence, and you spared a questioning glance in Jungkook's direction, not expected to be greeted by the astonished expression painted across his face.

He looked... genuinely offended.

"Noona," he sounded rather distraught as he set his half eaten bowl down on the coffee table before turning his body fully towards you, "how could you say that?"

Your brows lifted expectantly, confusion swimming in your gaze. "What?" You laughed lightly, not understanding why he suddenly seemed upset. You were just joking around... had you accidentally hit a nerve?

"You have fun with me." He insisted once more, a certain desperation to his words.

"Yeah... when it's not 3am."

"Liar." He scowled, gaze dropping to where his fingers were tracing miscellaneous shapes on the fabric of your couch. "That's when you have the most fun with me."

His voice had dropped into a low whisper at that last part, so you had to strain your ears a bit to make out exactly what it was he was saying. At first, you were confused. The most fun...? But then you saw the faint blush coating his cheeks, the shy fluttering of his lashes, the nervous fidgeting of his fingers...

And it clicked.

A few weeks ago, you did something stupid. Something you shouldn't have done. You'd given into urges that should have remained buried deep, deep inside of you.

"Jungkook." Your voice held a warning pitch as you growled his name. He shuddered ever so faintly at the shift in your tone and quickly turned away from you, snagging his lower lip tightly between his teeth.

"It's true..." he grumbled petulantly, kicking his foot lightly against the leg of your coffee table.

You stared at his profile through furrowed brows, gaze hard and unwavering as you set your own bowl onto the table. "We talked about this, Jungkook. We agreed not to bring it up again!"

"No, you— you made that decision all on your own." He protested quickly, thrusting an accusing finger in your direction. "I made no such promise."

"Jungkook," you sighed heavily, squeezing your eyes shut and pressing your fingers into your temples as they throbbed, "what I did—"

"We," he corrected, leveling you with a stubborn glare, "what we did. Stop acting like I wasn't a willing participant."

"You're a kid—"

"I'm nineteen! I can make my own decisions!"

"No. You can't."

At that, his expression hardened, lips pursing, fingers curling into tight fists, eyes flaring with determination.

"Watch me."

In the next second he was on top of you, straddling your lap, large hands cradling your jaw as he pressed his warm lips purposefully to yours.

Startled, your hands leapt to hold his waist, instinctively steadying him. The rest of your body remained stiff and unresponsive, frozen in shock from the sheer unexpectedness of the kiss. It wasn't until Jungkook let out a soft, pleading whine against your unmoving mouth that you were kickstarted back into motion.

"Jungkook," you gasped out his name, somewhat more breathlessly than you intended, hands rushing between your bodies to push him away by the swells of his firm chest, "w–what are you—"

"You want me." The younger boy swiftly interrupted, his warm breath caressing your lips as his fingers gripped gently at the back of your neck. "You want me. You can't deny it. You said so."

You were goddamn dizzy. "When did I—"

"Fuck, Jungkook. You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How long I've wanted you." It took you an extra second to realize that he was quoting back your words from that night. Word for fucking word. Heat rushed to your face, your hand gripping harder at the thin fabric of his top.

"How do you even remember that." You grumbled bitterly, embarrassed at having been called out.

The corner of his mouth curled into a small, teasing smile. "I have a pretty good memory."

"Bullshit," you scoffed, "I can't count the number of times you've forgotten to bring back the shit that you 'borrowed' from me. I bet you have a fucking closet full of my sweatshirts."

"I didn't forget... I just didn't want to give them back." He informed you in a soft, lilting hum, running his thumb over the smooth cut of your jaw.

"Thief." You spat, but the word lacked any real fire. It sounded weak on your tongue, a soft fluttering of breath that easily could have been mistaken for a moan. You saw his eyes drop to your mouth, desire pooling within them, so thick and dark that you felt it polluting the air around you, polluting your lungs with every jagged inhale.

He shifted on top of you, strong thighs squeezing around your hips. You tried to pretend that you didn't feel the press of something hot and hard against the top of your leg, but the tremble of your eyes and the clench of your fingers were not easily mistaken.

Jungkook sunk his teeth into the delicate flesh of his lower lip, and your gaze followed the motion unconsciously. You didn't even realize you were staring at his mouth until he spoke in that low, hoarse whisper, ripping you violently from your trance.

"Can I take a little more?"

Your brain was screaming at you to say no, screaming at you to not be selfish, to not be greedy. To not want something so terribly that you felt it trembling through your very bones. You shouldn't want this. Shouldn't want him. He was too young, too naive, too sensitive. You'd break the poor boy before he even realized what happened.

You should say no.

Mind made up, you opened your mouth, fully prepared to reject the boy and put a stop to whatever the hell this had become, right then and there. You were prepared to be the responsible senior that you needed to be, for both his sake and yours.

But what actually came out was something entirely different.

"Yes."

Jungkook barely had time to let out a happy whimper before his mouth was back on yours. A soft groan rumbled in your chest as your arms curled around his slim waist, tugging him ever closer. Long fingers tangled in your hair, he gently tugged your head back, leaning himself over you in order to deepen the kiss. You permitted him to do so without resistance, lips parting to allow his eager tongue to invade your mouth.

His body was hot and heavy above yours, but you didn't mind the added weight, the pressure on your thigh probably the only thing keeping you grounded. Because the heat between your legs was a anything but grounding. Sticky and wet, an accumulation of unspoken need and neglected lust that refused to be ignored for even a moment longer. A bleary haze fell over your mind, all the blood in your head suddenly rushing downwards to feed the growing flames in your groin.

The first roll of his hips was so minute, so slight that you would have missed it completely had it not been for the soft, airy moan that escaped his throat. The second was less than subtle, a hard, deliberate grind that rocked his already half-hard erection against your stomach. You felt it there, where your shirt had ridden up to expose a thin strip of skin, the front of his sweatpants growing thick and damp with his steadily increasing arousal. Your grip around him tightened, nails biting into his clothed hips hard enough to have crimson flowers blossoming across his golden flesh.

The sting coaxed a strained moan from Jungkook's inflamed lips, the rolling of his hips growing more frantic. You were quick to steady them, not wanting him to overexcite himself too soon.

"Calm down." Even in your own ears, you voice sounded thick and unstable, and you silently cursed yourself for having gotten so worked up by a mere kiss. But, in your defense, it was one hell of a kiss.

"I'm calm." He insisted unconvincingly through harsh pants, fighting for oxygen but not willing to pull away from you lips long enough to actually breathe. Quite the dilemma.

You chuckled softly, sliding a hand up to grip his jaw, preventing his mouth from finding yours for just long enough to soothe the fierce burn in your lungs. He took that opportunity to strip himself of his top, tossing it haphazardly to the floor.

You felt your stomach tighten, taken off guard by the unexpectedly display of glowing, sun-kissed skin you found before you, stretched across thick, toned muscle that flexed and tightened with even the most minuscule of movements. Subconsciously, your tongue slipped out of your suddenly dry mouth, dragging over your swollen lips.

Jungkook mimicked the motion, reaching down with ink embroidered hands to grip your wrists, gently guiding them up the length of his fit torso. "Touch me." It was a plea, the low whimper lacing the words a dead giveaway of his unyielding desperation.

You didn't hesitate to comply.

Pushing forward, you set vengeful teeth upon his prominent collarbone, biting down just hard enough to leave your mark. He moaned loudly, head falling back as your nails raked over his sensitive nipples. A violent shiver transversed his body, goosebumps rippling across his exposed skin that was set on fire by your greedy touch. He found the back of your head and neck with trembling hands, urging you closer without use of words. You kissed up the length of his taut throat, sucking and licking until you were content with the colorful array of bruises you'd left in your wake.

"Kiss me." You whispered against the defined curve of his jaw, wanting another taste of those pretty little lips. His head dropped forward obediently, mouth open and ready to be received by you. Fuck, he looked so hot from that angle; dark, hooded eyes pooling with lust so deep you could drown it it, kissable, rose petal lips glistening and swollen and just begging for attention, full cheeks flushed a dangerous shade of red that only enticed you further.

How could he look so ruined? You hadn't even touched his dick yet.

The thought roused a scoff in the back of your throat, and Jungkook pulled back slightly at the sound. "What?" He asked, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

"Nothing..." you grinned lazily, before kissing him slowly, deeply, lustfully; kissing him in such a way that the poor boy was trembling in your lap, gasping and whining by the time you pulled away with a lewd smack, lips wet and stained an erotic crimson. You chuckled as he swallowed, pupils blow and unfocused. Reaching up, you cupped his chin, rolling your thumb over his lower lip. He sighed, eyes fluttering as he teased the tip of the digit with his tongue.

"... just wanna put your dick in my mouth."

At that, his shimmering doe eyes popped open wide, shocked— then excited.

"Don't tease me." He pleaded weakly, hips stuttering over your thighs.

You reach between your bodies, taking the time to revere the fine-tuned slopes and edges of his ridged abdomen, before finally finding the hard outline of his flushed, angry cock straining against the thick fabric of his sweats. He gasped brokenly at the contact, forehead falling against your shoulder as he gripped desperately onto your arms, dull nails digging into your biceps. You turned, smirking lips feathering over the shell of his pink tinted ear.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

And then, he was on his back.

Jungkook let out a squeak of surprise, chest heaving as he attempted to process the sudden change in position. But you didn't give him the chance, slotting yourself between his spread thighs

"W– we didn't do this last time." He stuttered clumsily, staring up at you with those wide, dangerously innocent eyes that made you want to absolutely wreck him.

"No, we didn't." You confirmed, nipping lightly at one of his pert brown nipples. He jolted, letting out a low, unsteady moan of your name, a cry for your attention.

"S– sensitive, noona."

God, he is so fucking cute.

"I'll be gentle." The reassurance did little to soothe the violent thundering of his heart, the heavy thrum of it setting his every limb to shaking.

He was nervous. You could tell. Understandably.

Truth is— Jungkook was a virgin.

Key word: was.

As in, before he broke into your apartment at 3am on that fateful morning where you lost your cool because damn did you he look good in that skin tight black t-shirt that showed off those sexy tattoos and those thigh hugging black skinny jeans that squeezed his cute butt in all the right places. Of course, you didn't discover that until after the deed was done (seeing as he hadn't had the mind to tell you while your tongue was shoved halfway down his throat).

But god, you felt so guilty. You'd never taken anyone's virginity before. And you weren't so sure fucking on a kitchen counter was the most... romantic way of losing it. It had been quick, messy, all sweat and teeth and nails, the blunt edge of the cold counter digging into your ass.

Sure, it felt fucking amazing, and you'd received no complaints from Jungkook's end. But still. Had you known, you would've been... gentler. Or, at the very least, you would have had the tact to take him to bed.

You hadn't even blown him for fucks sake.

So, if you were doing this —and, as it appeared, you were most definitely doing this— then goddamnit, you were going to do it right and make up for all the things you hadn't done his first time.

You descended his body slowly, taking your sweet time licking and nibbling over all his lovely curves and sharp edges, marking the places you'd been with pink, flowering bruises. His head kicked back, mouth falling open around an onslaught of heady moans as he reveled in your unrelenting affections. Distracted, he didn't even notice you slipping his pants down his legs until the cool air hit the sensitive tip of his weeping cock.

"N– noona!" He propped himself up on his elbows, desperate to see you, to find your eyes through the disorienting cloud of lust he found himself engulfed in. Arousal spun his brain into useless mush inside of his skull at the sight of you between his legs, looking right back up at him, pretty mouth hovering just above his hard need, soft breath caressing the feverish skin.

"Relax, Jungkook. It'll feel good." You chuckled, pressing a soothing kiss to his hip.

"I– I know," he swallowed, and you didn't miss the dark blush creeping into his cheeks as his eyes fluttered shyly, "I just— I want to make you feel good... too... b- because last time you didn't..."

Last time you didn't...?

Oh.

"Okay," you hummed simply, pushing yourself up with an easy smile, "I can think of a solution."

Jungkook watched with bated breath as you stood, damn near choking on his own spit when you abruptly shoved your pajama shorts down your legs. "N- no underwear?" He whispered, voice hoarse and strained as he stared unabashedly at the bare expanse of smooth skin between your thighs, glistening with sticky wetness.

You smirked faintly, appreciating the reverence glistening in his melting brown eyes. "For convenience sake," you teased.

He flopped down on the couch with a dramatic groan. "Fuck, you're killing me."

Leaning over the younger boy, you pressed a deep, purposeful kiss to his delicate, lovely lips, eliciting an appreciative moan from his burning chest.

"Don't worry..." you pulled back, breathing the words into his open mouth, "I'll do it slow."

"Fuck..." he squeaked.

Laughing softly, you dropped your knees to the edge of the sofa and splayed a hand over his toned stomach. He was hard and warm to the touch, and you liked the way his muscles flinched and fluttered beneath your palm.

"I'll tell you what I'm gonna do," you pressed your lips to his throat, feeling the way it bobbed as he swallowed, "I'm gonna get on top of you..." you walked your fingers down towards where his dick lay, red and leaking across his belly, "and you're going to eat me out," he moaned shakily against your cheek, hands lifting to grip your arms, "while I suck your pretty little cock. How's that sound?"

"S– so good. Fuck, that sounds so fucking good." He pulled at you greedily, begging you with wide, wanting eyes.

You caved to him all too easily, carefully maneuvering your body until you were situated above him, knees planted on the cushion on either side of his head. Hot breath rushed over your exposed core, sending shivers ricocheting down your spine. Hands gripped at your thighs, rough and calloused against your skin. He was pulling again, whining out soft, shuddering "please, please, please" as he tugged at your hips, trying to get you closer. Closer.

Teasingly, you kept your hips raised, just out of reach of his ravenous mouth, so eager to steal a taste. "Noona," he whined petulantly, "don't be cruel."

Cruel? You nearly scoffed. You haven't even begun.

Regardless, you decided to end the torture there, lowering your hips until you were within his reach. He didn't let a moment pass before his tongue was on you, lapping eagerly at your wet slit. You gasped, clutching tightly onto the thick muscles of his thighs, your own legs growing weak under his relentless ministrations.

Holy shit. You didn't expect it to feel that good.

It was only when Jungkook's hips bucked beneath you, a pleading whimper vibrating through your center, that you realized you weren't fulfilling your end of the deal. Stuttering back into motion, you encircled his hard length in an unsteady hand, feeling the raw heat of it throbbing angrily within your grasp.

"You're good with your tongue, baby." You chuckled breathlessly, pumping him slowly with the help of his spilling precum. He moaned in response to the praise, long fingers digging in hard to the flesh of your ass. Another, more violent tremble wracked your body as his tongue dragged over your sensitive clit, the responding rush of pleasure pulling a low groan from your chest.

Shit, if he kept that up—

Feeling that you'd given him enough of a head start, you dipped down, swiftly engulfing his glistening tip in your lips. Jungkook gasped against you, and you could almost picture his eyes snapping wide open, jaw going slack. The blissful pressure of his tongue gave way to cold air as he tensed and shuddered beneath you, all those hard, rigid muscles turning to jelly as he processed the mind numbing sensation of your mouth around his cock. It was an unwelcome absence, and you quickly found yourself growing impatient and —shamefully enough— needy, your aching core craving attention.

But Jungkook was a mess beneath you, moaning and whining pathetically as his hips bucked and spasmed, entirely overwhelmed. His arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you so tightly you were certain you'd be feeling it tomorrow. You felt his tongue, sloppy and uncoordinated lapping at your folds with a desperation that set your blood to flames. The vibrations of his sounds resonated through your clit, and you hastened your own movement, feeling yourself clench and throb with your impending release.

You pulled off of him with a lewd pop, a thin string of saliva connecting his swollen tip to your lower lip, before sliding your hands beneath his ample thighs and tugging.

"Lift your legs for me, baby."

He obeyed immediately, feet rising from the cushion, too lost in your intoxicating taste to second guess what you were planning. At least, not until he felt your touch shifting from his thighs to his ass, and a warm, wet dribble of saliva sliding over his hole. He flinched violently, a gasp shooting from his lips at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Ah–! N- Noona, where are you touching—" he yelped, trying to sit up and catch a glimpse around the shape of your body. Swinging your ankles up to rest against his shoulders, you forced him back down, looking back at him from over your shoulder with a cocked brow and a seductive grin.

"Where do you think?" You chuckling teasingly. "Are you clean?"

"Yeah..." he whispered shyly, and you could practically feel the heat of his blush radiating against your skin as he confessed, "I– I showered before coming over..."

"Good." You slid a single finger over the ring of muscle, watching in amusement as it fluttered and clenched in response to the unsubstantial caress. "Tell me if you need me to stop, alright?"

At first he only nodded, but choked out a soft "okay" when you pinched his thigh, urging him to use his words.

Purring out a low praise, you returned to his cock, licking a thick strip from base to tip as your index slowly circled his entrance. Jungkook whined and squirmed, still trying his best to keep up with pleasuring you. It was cute, feeling and hearing him struggle.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered what kind of face he was making beneath your dripping cunt. Were his eyes rolling to the back of his head? Was his tongue hanging out of his mouth? Was his feverish skin glistening with a mixture of his sweat and your arousal? Fuck, you were so curious.

In an attempt to stifle your frustration over not getting to see what kind of fucked out expression he wore, you sunk the tip of your digit into his hole, down to the first knuckle. Jungkook gasped at the unexpected intrusion, his already hard grip on your thighs tightening further. Even with just the tip in, he was clenching hard, and you allowed him a handful of moments to adjust to the sensation. You hummed around his length, swirling your tongue expertly over his sensitive tip to distract from any momentary discomfort he might've been feeling.

It seemed to work well enough, his body gradually relaxing around you as he let out soft, airy moans, delicate whispers of your name fluttering from his lips. "You can—" he whimpered as you licked his slit, "you can put it in deeper."

Heat coiled in your gut, a wicked smirk spreading across your face. "You want it deeper, kookie?" There was a taunting pitch to your words that had the boy curling in on himself, skin hot with embarrassment. When he made no effort to respond, you squeezed your free hand around the thick base of his dick, wrenching a cry from his throat. "If you want it deeper, you have to ask nicely."

"You're so mean, Noona." He whined hoarsely, the muscles in his legs tensing sporadically from the effort it was taking to not fuck himself into your closed fist.

"That didn't sound like a question..."

Jungkook groaned weakly, head tossed back in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. There was a beat, and then you felt the shy press of his lips against your clit accompanied by a light flick of his tongue.

"P– please put it in deeper, Noona..."

"Mmm, good boy," you emphasized the praise by slipping the rest of your finger into his tight heat, spitting once more to ensure substantial lubrications.

"Ngh— oh f– fuck—"

"Does it hurt?"

"No it just..." he swallowed thickly, "feels a little weird."

"This should help with that," you murmured, more so to yourself than him, curling your finger in search of that small bundle of nerves that would make him—

"Ah! Oh fuck!"

A smug grin settled across your lips. Found it.

Jungkook moaned loudly, tossing his head back, hips bucking violently as you rolled your finger against his prostate, sending tendrils of white hot pleasure bursting through his body. That's more like it.

"Feel good?"

"Yes! Yes! Feels– ah! Feels so good, noona," he sobbed brokenly, clutching onto your legs. You thrust your finger into him slowly, making sure to ease him into the feeling of having something inside of him. If you played this right, perhaps he'd let you do more than just finger him. You had toys sitting in your closet that you were just dying to use. Who better on than the cute snack thief next door?

"Think you can take another?" You asked, a bit eager to stretch him out, to see how much he could handle.

He nodded quickly, grinding his hips greedily down onto your finger, wanting it deeper, harder, faster. "Please. Please. I want more."

"Needy little slut." You laughed dryly, nudging your middle finger against the rim of his wet hole. You sure as hell didn't miss the way his pretty cock twitched in response to the degrading words, and a whole new round of excitement festered inside of you.

You were going to have so much fun with him.

It took a bit of careful prodding before you managed to press the length of your second digit inside of him, his tight walls clamping down around the invading appendages.

"Please move." He begged pathetically.

You planted a steadying palm to his hips as they began to buck, holding them down against the cushion. "You're too tight, sweetheart."

"I– I can't help it." He whined, a distressed cry breaking from his heaving chest.

Sympathy swirled in your belly. You could damn near feel the desperation radiating from his body in thick, hot waves. Dipping your head, you pressed a light kiss to the swollen, red head of his shuddering cock.

"Then let me help you relax."

Jungkook sobbed as you took him into your mouth, the warmth of your skilled tongue tracing a slow ring around the underside of his tip sending his head into a tailspin. It wasn't long before you felt the tension in his muscles melting away, quickly snatching the opportunity to start fucking your fingers into him. The pace you set was slow and steady, but you made sure that with every thrust you were brushing against his prostate.

The amount of pleasure rushing through his body at that point was overwhelming, and he'd been reduced to a moaning, crying mess beneath you. Any words he managed to choke out between his sounds of bliss was broken and unintelligible on swollen lips. A small corner of your mind was concerned about your neighbors, wondering if they could hear his wailing through the dangerously thin walls.

"N– Noona— it's so good, oh my god feels so fucking good—"

Fuck. To hell with the neighbors. They should be goddamn grateful.

You sped up the pace of your fingers, burying them down to the knuckle with each thrust. He was writhing now, unable to control his body let alone keep still as he was engulfed in a mind numbing heat. It wrapped itself around his every limb, his every sense overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his impending release.

"I– I think I'm gonna—" he couldn't even make it through his warning before he was cut off by his own whimpers. Luckily, you didn't need him to finish his sentence to know what he was trying to say. The signs were obvious enough, especially with the way his wall were throbbing around your fingers, the way he was pulsing between your lips, lathering the back of your tongue with an onslaught his salty pre-cum.

You hastened your ministrations, taking him off guard as your plunged down on his cock, stopping only when your lips met the sweat-slick skin of his pelvis. Jungkook cried out a shattered version of your name, unable to stop his hips from jerking up violently at the feeling of your throat constricting around him as you swallowed.

That seemed to be the last push he needed, because within the next second he was writhing and spilling hot cum down your throat, walls clamping down so hard around your fingers you worried they might break.

It was like nothing he'd every experienced before, he could feel it in every single part of his body. From his curled toes to his trembling finger tips, every last inch of him was devastated by the hurricane of erotic bliss. And unlike every other orgasms he'd experienced in the past, the high of it last way longer than just a few seconds. By the time it finally began to fade, he was still shaking.

You pulled your fingers out of him as gently as you could, but he still whimpered at the sensitivity, quivering legs squeezing shut. Maneuvering around so that you were draped over his chest, you whispered soft apologies against his throat and jaw, spilling soothing kisses across the flushed, perspiring skin. Jungkook curled into you, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.

For a while you stayed like that, letting him bask in the post-orgasmic bliss as you bathed him in the kind of tender affection that he wasn't used to receiving from you. But, you'd always considered aftercare a vital part of a good sexual experience so, even if it was a bit out of character, you were more than happy to tell him just how good he'd been for you. And he was more than happy to relish in your praise.

"Noona?" He called for your attention suddenly, after his breathing had finally evened out and the deep crimson coating his cheeks had faded into an endearing pink.

"Yes?"

Against your lips, you felt him swallow.

"You didn't cum, did you?"

"I didn't." You admitted after a beat, suddenly reminded of the ache between your legs. You'd managed to be distracted from it, entirely too focused on breaking Jungkook in all the best ways to be concerned with receiving any pleasure. But now, you found yourself very much aware of just how badly you were craving your own release. Subconsciously, you squeezed your legs together.

There was a pause.

"Noona."

"Hm?"

"Sit on my face."

The demand had your hooded eyes flying wide open, mouth freezing mid-kiss.

"... please." He remedied in a bashful whisper.

For a moment, your brain went blank, not fully processing the request. But when it finally did, there were only two words that flooded into your mind and rushed from your lips in a breathless, excited murmur.

Fuck yes.

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