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mechaknight-98 · 7 months

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No Return (NSFW) FT: Sakura Miyawaki

Authors note: Sakura is hot and likes the nerdy stuff I like, but she is also an exceptionally talented idol who deserves all of the best and one of my top biasses. I just didn't know what to write for her until this popped in my head

Part II

I sat down to play Warframe with my friend “FearlessKura98” She was waiting for me despite the time difference. I was a bit early so the typical hour we usually played together was extended.

“Yo kkura what's up.” I greet her in Japanese when I see her name pop up on the voice chat.

“Oh Daigo you're Japanese sounds so good now,” she replies in English. I smiled and replied “So does your English Kkura.” there was silence but I assumed it was just due to Kkura smiling. As you set up you hear a massive crash.

“What was that?” Kkura asked

“I don't know but I'll be right back,” I say to Kkura.

“Daigo be careful,” Kkura responded.

“Will do Kkura,” I say. I get up and walk outside to a very different world than before

3 years later.

I sat on the plane to Tokyo anxiety stricken. A kaiju could attack at any time and the defense force had consistently proven itself to be “unreliable.”

I was going under the code name Juzo to help a recently established Kaiju strike team; that was having trouble with the new batch of EVO kaiju that had been popping up lately. I was unsure of my effectiveness but the chance to visit Japan with no other strings attached was too much of an opportunity to miss so Otrimi and I made the flight. It was a long flight and upon landing both Otrimi and I were certainly restless but hey we got there safely. At the airport, Otrimi and I were picked up by a pretty brunette.

“Hi Juzo San.” the young lady said

“Hello Mrs…”

“Oh call me Sakura.” the young lady said. I nod and we follow her into a nearby car. Otrimi walks over to Sakura who immediately falls for his charms. “Oh, who's a good boy? Sit.” she says as she pets him “his fur is so soft.” she adds as she turns to me

“Hey Juzo-san what's his name?”Sakura asks.

“Otrimi,” I answer

“O-Tri-Mi?” she asked she nods

“You're English is Good,” I say to her.

“Thanks!” she said elated, “my friend I used to play games with helped me,” she added.

“Oh, that's how I learned Japanese,” I reply with a bemused tone as we get into the car. Otrimi took the back. His tail wagging happily. Sakura raised an eyebrow and then switched to her maternal tongue.

“Oh really?” Sakura asks

“Yeah my skills are lackluster but I can somewhat read and write it,” I respond

“Well, you sound good. You have a bit of a Kagoshima dialect like me but whoever taught you did a good job” Sakura says with a smile.

“Thanks” I reply.

As we drove I remembered she said she played Games

“You Sakura. You mentioned you play games what games do you play?”

“Mostly smash bros on my switch and Zelda.”

“Oh, nice. We should play together.” I say. Sakura smiled and replied

“Wow whoever taught had a thick Kagoshima dialect.” sakura affirmed I laughed with her as she began to crack up. We arrived at the facility where the dorms, training center, and rejuvenating springs were. Sakura leads Otrimi and me through the facility. There seemed to be a lot of faces and people working to put an end to the invaders and kaiju threat we faced. Otrimi and I were on edge as we walked through the facility. The intense glare of several faces kinda puts me on edge. Unfortunately, Sakura had to say the following,

“So everyone is excited to meet you,” Sakura said reassuringly as if sending my tension.

“Oh, the dirty side glares made me feel welcome,” I replied sarcastically

“Wait really?” she asked surprised. I nodded and as if on cue a young woman with red hair came up and said

“Sakura who is this?” the girl said in high-defense mode

“Oh this is Juzo he's from the La Brea Institute of Kaiju Studies.” sakura explained

“But why does he look like an invader?” she asked coldly

“Well, being abducted and placed into their evolution vats, then being forced to fight in their flesh pits for 6 months kinda changes you a bit,” I reply. The red hair girl looked down embarrassed when she noticed Otrimi.

“Oh he's so cute.” the redhead said as she bent down to pet my Aragami. Otrimi eased under her touch and then she looked back at me

“My name is Yunjin and Sorry about my rudeness earlier. It's just no one has ever seen the mysterious Juzo before, but hears tales of this mighty Kaiju slayer. I expected you to be older.”

“I'm 26 which feels pretty old,” I reply

Yunjin’s eyes go wide “Oh Sakura chan he's the same age as Dahyun, Jisun, Jiwon, and you.” sakura nods in surprise. Ad Sakura’s tour continues

“So Sakura how did you get into all of this?” I ask curiously

“Well, I was an idol before this.”

“Oh, what kind?”

“K-pop,” Sakura said with a smile

I raised an eyebrow “Oh that's super interesting.” I replied

“Thanks and you?” Sakura

“Oh um well I was an urban photographer,” I answer. Sakura nods intrigued as we continue to make small talk. As we move through the facility a wave of familiar comfort crashes into me as I talk to Sakura. It felt as if I had known her forever.

Eventually, the little tour comes to an end. We arrived at a dorm and Sakura opened it.

“Welcome to your new home for the time being,” she said. I look around

“Get comfortable tomorrow is going to be busy for you tomorrow.” she teased. I nod and Sakura leaves before she can get too far I walk out to her

“Wait Sakura,” I yell.

She turns back to me with eyes full of surprise, she asks “Oh, Juzo what's up?”

“Thanks for helping me out today and picking me up today,” I said.

Sakura smiles bright and says as she waves goodbye “Have a good one, but just one.”

I furrow my eyebrows in recognition because I only know one person who uses that phrase. To confirm my suspicion I follow up with, “ya know that's quite presumptuous of you. What if I want to have a good two or 3?” Sakura turns around with eyes even wider and more surprised.

“Daigo?” was all she questioned. I tilt my head to the left and smile, “You are fearless.” I responded. Kura ran to me and gave me a tight hug.

“It's been so long.” she sighed as she melted into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her

“Yeah, it has,” I respond, and for a moment time stops I am not the Kaiju slayer Juzo but I'm the young man Daigo who loves to play video games with his friends and take funny pictures. I try not to cry but a few tears streak down my face.

I looked down to see Kura was in a similar situation. We smile at each other and I'm just overcome by emotions I tilt her face up and I kiss her. She pushes me back into my room before she breaks the kiss and locks the door.

“I want no distractions,” she said hungrily. Then pushes me onto the bed where she kisses me again. She caresses my face. My arms slide up and down her waste unsure of where to move or how to go.

“Wow you're green,” she teased as she came up for air between kisses.

“In sorry I haven't dated while being in an almost one-man war for the past year and a half.” Sakura chuckled and shook her head

“No like your lines are green. They were dark brown before,” she said laughing to prove her point she moved my hand to her chest and I could see the teal lines over my arms.

“Oh yeah they change colors,” I said embarrassed.

“I like it,” Sakura said as she smiled before bringing me into another kiss. I felt her tongue give an exploratory poke into my mouth she broke this kiss and looked at me. “Tell me everything,” she said as pupils grew to the size of dinner plates as she lifted her shirt. I quickly get the memo and undress. sakura smiles

“So after I last talked to you I walked outside to see the invaders (they refer to themselves as Carnothians) abducting people. I tried to run but was grabbed by one and then everything got muddy until after the evolution pits.” I say as Sakura and I reconnect. My hands caress her perky breasts and she moans. She grinds her sex on mine as our bodies connect for the first time.

“You're bigger than I thought.” Sakura cokes. I groan and reply

“You're so tight.” Sakura giggles as she begins to grind a bit harder. I groan again overwhelmed by all the sensations and emotional build-up. Sakura looks at my eyes with a somber but happy look.

As I thrust in and out of her she said, “I thought you died. I felt so alone. We'd been playing together for 3 years and then you went and disappeared. I never touched Warframe again. I couldn't. the pain was too much to bear.” she said as she went for a particularly deep rut.

“Oh god yes!” she yelled as she ruffled her hair. She threw her head back as she pushed me flat onto the bed. “Squeeze my tits and tell me about the Flesh pits.” she groaned sensually.

I began to remember and my body lurched and not in a good way. Sakura noticed and asked “What's wrong ?” she looked down to see my lines change from a tranquil teal to a chaotic crimson, as my mind flashed back. Before anything else could escalate I lifted Sakura off of me. She tried to stop me but couldn't. Most likely due to the gap in strength. Sakura looks at me confused and a little hurt until she sees the torment in my features.

“I'm sorry I didn't mean to push too hard” Kura exclaimed

I shrug and respond, “It's fine kura. I just…am not ready to talk about it right now.”

“No, I get it. I mean your lines changed. I felt and saw the change.” Sakura reassured me. I smiled and kissed her forehead.

Sakura rolled her eyes, “I didn't take you for the sappy type.”

“Oh, I'm very much the sentimental type.” I fired back and Kura smiled.

“Gosh I missed you, you big dummy,” Kura said with a smile. She nestled to my side to cuddle. I pulled the blanket over us as we lay in the bed together.

“We are going to finish what we started” Sakura muttered

“Deal,” I said Kura turned to face me and kissed my nose. She then moved my hands to her breasts again as she turned around.

“I know you like them” Kura teased

“I mean what straight guy doesn't.” I defend, “You also have a nice butt too” I add. Kura smiles

“Thanks, pervert.” Kura teased

“Nah you started this.” I retaliate as I nestle closer to her. I rest my chin on her right shoulder and she keeps me close. I kiss her cheek as we sit tight together. “This is so weird”

“Why?” Kura asked

“I would've never imagined my gaming pal would be such a beauty,” I answered. Kira smiled then turned to me and we started kissing again.

After an hour of cuddling and kissing my stomach growled. Kura had her tongue down my throat as winning our tug-of-war match. I had been rock hard and waiting for the green light to go to the next step

as she said, “Okay let's try this again.” Kura’s stomach growled. I chuckled

“Okay well let's get food before we defile each other. I joke sakura gives me a toothy grin as she gets up, and for some reason, the way her perfect ass gently sways triggers something in me. Something old something ancient something primal. I got up. Smacked Kura’s perfect ass and slid my cock into her tight snatch.

“Oh yes,” Kura moaned. As rested her hands on my desk. I grabbed Kura’s soft waist and thrust hard and deep. Kura yelped with Joy. “Yes claim this slutty pussy.” she said as I thrust again. By the thrust, she was a moaning mess and she came, but before I could finish there was a knock on the door. Kura and I looked at each other before she raced to my bathroom and handed me my sweatpants and t-shirt. I open the door to see Yunjin waiting patiently.

“Hey, have you seen Sakura? She was supposed to meet me for lunch and never showed,”

I didn't know Sakura’s reputation or the rules of interpersonal relationships here so I employed tactical omissions of details or TOOD for short (patent pending) “I don't know where Kura Chan is right at this moment.” Yunjin eyes me suspicious

“Kura chan?” she asked

“Yeah, Kura Chan.” I affirmed

“You know only one person calls well called her that,” Yunjin said

“Really who?” I asked

“Well, apparently you Daigo.” Yunjin teased

My eyes widened and I told Yunjin to keep it on the hush.

“Don't worry Don't worry your secret is safe with me. (she leans into my room) hey Sakura are we still on for JJK tonight?” Yunjin asked My bathroom opened and Kura gave Yunjin an annoyed look.

“You couldn't let me have this?” she asked annoyed

“Not a chance. For all the times you caught me linking with Tobi it seemed fair to give a little of that back.” Yunjin said

“They were accidents” Kura stated. Yunjin rolled her eyes.

“Bring Daigo and snacks,” she said before leaving. I closed the door and Sakura huffed

“It was 2 times.” she huffed

“Kura it's okay” I reassure her

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somanyratsinthewalls · 1 year

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Kinktober Special Part 3

Mo’s Kinktober Special

The Crew’s Whore (Part 3) (+18)

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great talent. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Zoro x afab!reader

WC: 3100

TW: Grumpy Zoro, Big Dick Zoro, accidental voyeurism, handjob, bathtub fondling, doggy style, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, creampie, being walked in on, piledriver, name calling, dirty talk, degradation, Zoro is mean :( Zoro is also cute :( poor Usopp :(

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3: The Swordsman

It was a quiet night aboard the Sunny. After dinner, you played cards with Usopp and Chopper for an hour before you started yawning. As the chatter of your crewmates and activity aboard the ship died down, you felt your body begin to notice the aches of your long day at sea. You excuse yourself from the game and made your way down to your room. With each dragging step towards your door, you felt your legs getting heavier and heavier. You reach your room and slump into it to push it open.

The sight of your bed makes your mouth water almost, so fluffy and cozy and waiting for you to swan dive into it. However, you look down at your grungy clothes and realize you haven’t showered or bathed yet today. Normally you would say skip it and do it in the morning, but your skin was extra salty and grimy. *a bath DOES sound nice…* You thought to yourself.

So, you stripped yourself of your sea-worn clothing and grabbed a fresh towel from your closet. You wrap the towel around your torso and head towards the bathroom for a quick soak. Popping into the bathroom a few doors down from your own, you walk over to the large tub to sit down on the edge and turn on the hot water. After putting in the plug and leaving it to fill, you moved from the tub to the bath cabinet, searching for something to make your relaxing bath just a bit more indulgent. You found some scented bath bubbles and brought them over to the tub and dumped a bunch in the running water.

You waited for the tub to fill in by sitting on the edge of the tub and rubbing your sore feet. Once the tub was filled to the brim with hot, steaming water and giant, white fluffy bubbles, you unwrapped the towel from your body and folded it nicely to place next to the tub impending your departure from the water. You stepped gingerly into the tub and began lowering your aching body into the warm embrace of the bubbles. You audibly moaned as you finally seated yourself fully in the tub.

You rest your head back onto the edge of the bathtub and let out a long, relaxed sigh. You were so glad you didn’t wait until tomorrow to bathe, this felt so good-

*WHAM*

The door to the bathroom slams open. You shriek on instinct while sitting up on your knees in the tub, sloshing a large amount of water and bubbles over the edge in the process.

“Ah!” You put your hands up in defense instinctively.

“AAAH!” A very confused, slightly tipsy swordsman had burst into the bathroom without knocking.

“Zoro what the FUCK!” You shouted at him. He looked around the room briefly to register where he was and then his eyes zoned in on your naked, wet chest.

“Hello?” You ask when he doesn’t respond, still staring at your breasts. His eyes finally snap up to meet yours and he takes a step backwards.

“I—y/n I— I thought this was my room!” Zoro stutters out, eyes darting from your body to your face, trying to keep his composure.

“Why the FUCK would this be your room? You LIVE on this ship, HOW does this keep happening? Also WHY do you open doors like that?!” You weren’t upset, just still startled by his sudden, loud intrusion.

As a man who isn’t easily criticized, Zoro immediately snapped out of his daze and and started yelling back at you.

“Oh it’s MY fault that YOU didn’t lock the bathroom door?! Also, as a fighter it is important to ALWAYS SLAM DOORS OPEN just in case there’s an enemy behind them! I can open this door any way I want, you-!”

“Goodness, Zoro. Relax.” You interrupted his rant.

Zoro breathes heavily.

“I think a little TLC would do you some good, Mr Swordsman…” From your position on your knees you lean your body forwards towards the edge of the tub, arching your back and poking your ass up. It was shining with water and covered in bubbles.

“Why don’t you join me? The water’s still hot…” You lean back again and squeezed your soapy breasts together, your cunt starting to heat up at the thought of finally having the green haired swordsman naked in front of you.

“Hmm…” Zoro looks at your slick body and considers your offer. “I guess it would get everyone off my back about smelling. Fuck it.” He closes the door behind him and turns towards the tub.

You smiled and sunk back into the tub on your stomach this time, and folded your arms together over the edge of the tub and laid your head on them, so eager to watch him undress. He gently laid his swords down first before removing each layer of clothing piece by piece.

He had no idea what he was doing to you. Reading the room was never his strong suit. You remind yourself to close your mouth, realizing that it had dropped open slightly as he began untying his pants.

He lets them fall to the ground and steps out of them towards you.

*Wow… more like four sword style…* You thought to yourself.

As Zoro walks towards the steaming tub, he notices your eyes on him.

“Enjoying the view, pervert?” He smirks at you.

“Very much so, actually, thanks for asking. Now get in here.” You smile seductively and lean back in the tub making space for him between your legs. He steps into the tub one foot at a time and lowers himself in. Once slotted between your legs, he leans his broad, muscular back into you, leaving your pebbled nipples pressed against his skin.

He lets out a sigh as he feels the warm water comfort his body, sore from all his training that day. You start to rub at his huge shoulders, trying to alleviate some of the tension. He smelled like sake and sweat. He hums in approval as he leans back further into your adept touch. As you work his back and shoulders, you felt him starting to relax under your hands. Your hands eventually make their way towards his scarred chest, rubbing and caressing him there, so small and dainty against his large torso.

“Y/n… what exactly are you doing?” Zoro asked as one of your soft hands made its way to his pelvis and started rubbing small circles on his hip bone. He leans his head back onto your left shoulder and turns to look at you.

“What? I’m just trying to help you relax… is that so bad? Is it that terrible to let go for a little while?” You shoot him a wink.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt… it’s been a long day.”

Taking that as the go ahead you reach for his half-hard dick under the bath water and wrap your hand around it. He flinches slightly. You begin to stroke him painfully slowly underneath the bubbles. He grows erect under your hand, his length and girth becoming even more impressive. You apply more pressure and he lets out a low groan.

“Does it feel nice, Zoro?” You purr into his ear.

“Obviously. But this isn’t what you want.” You were confused, this is exactly what you want, this was what you were here for, after all.

“Of course this is what I want, I want to make you feel good.” You reassure him how happy you were just sharing this intimate moment with him, finally seeing him relax.

“Jerking me off in the bathtub isn’t the way you want to do that, is it?” He turned again to look at you from where his head was resting on your shoulder. His lips looked so soft… how you wanted to feel them on your body… Okay maybe he was right, maybe you wanted something else…

“Zoro I-“ you try to continue.

“I know you well enough by now, I’ve heard you with the others. You’re insatiable, always screaming for more… You don’t want this, do you? You’d much rather have me throw your body around this bathroom right now and use it as a personal fuck-doll until you’re screaming and crying to be full of cum, right, y/n?” Zoro says so casually.

His nonchalant delivery of these filthy words made your cunt clench with arousal. He was right, you’d love nothing more than being manhandled and railed by him at his full strength. Maybe he felt the slight twitch in your hips but he doesn’t wait much longer for you to respond.

“Hmm? Am I right?” He asks you again.

“Yes…” You breath out even lower than a whisper. You felt your cunt start to ache with need. You were perfectly fine with stroking him to completion in a nice warm bath, but now with his mention of fucking you it was the only thing you could think about.

“Sorry I didn’t hear the rest of that… yes what?” Zoro teases you further with his voice, needing to hear you say what you truly wanted.

“Yes I want it. I want what you said. I want you to fuck me hard, without stopping until I’m full of your cum. I want you to use my body for your pleasure. That’s exactly what I want.”

“Hmm.” Zoro smiles before rising up from the tub. He steps out and grabs the towel you set on the side of the tub to dry himself off. He tosses it aside and grabs another towel from the counter and lays it out on the wooden floor of the ship's bathroom. “Well? What are you waiting for princess? A formal invitation? Get the fuck over here. I don’t have all day.”

You quickly hop out of the tub and scramble over to the towel and lay down on your back, propped up on your elbows. Your head was foggy with lust as he stood over you, body still damp and large cock standing at attention. You spread your legs as far as they would go, putting on a little show for him. Your body was wet from the bath water, but he could see the sticky, slick arousal on your throbbing clit and pink inner lips that were swollen and peaking out at him. Now you were the impatient one, you were trying to incite him to get on with it already, fill you up.

“Now let’s get some things straight. I’m not anything like that stupid shit-cook. I don’t ‘make-love’ and I don’t ask for permission. I’m going to fuck you the way I want and you’re going to take it like the good little slut I know you are.”

The way your pussy clenched around nothing did not go unnoticed by Zoro. “Please just fuck me, Zoro. Fuck me hard, I need it.”

“Hmm.” He smirks at you pleading for him from the floor with your legs spread impossibly wide. “Face down, ass up for me baby.”

You quickly shifted onto your front and held your body up on your hands and knees. You spread your legs so he would have access to your throbbing core, while arching your back and poking your ass up in the air at him. Zoro walks over to where you’re presenting yourself to him and gets down on his knees behind you. He lowers his face so he can get a better look at your leaking pussy.

“This worked up already? I haven’t even fucking touched you, you dirty slut. You love being treated like this, don’t you? Look at the way this pussy squeezes when I call you a little slut… You just need cock so bad, huh?”

You hang your head down, so flustered by his filthy mouth, letting out a big sigh and pushing your hips back pleading for him to get inside of you.

*SMACK*

“AH!” You shriek out as Zoro delivers a harsh slap to your pussy.

“I asked you a question, princess, I expect an answer.”

*SMACK* with this slap, you moaned.

“OH- YES! Yes I need cock I need your cock, please just fuck me now, please!”

“Oh don’t worry, I will. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to regret begging for it. Now take this dick and be good-“ He says with a wicked glint in his eye. He spreads your lips and cheeks with his hands painfully far and lands a gob of spit onto your pussy. After chuckling to himself, he begins to slide his thick length into your sopping hole.

“Fuck!” You throw your head back and slam your eyes shut as you steel your body to accept the large intrusion. “Fuck, finally, yes-“ You gasp out desperately.

Once Zoro was fully seated inside you, he doesn’t give you more than a second before he pulls out and slams back in at full force. You scream. He continues to pull himself out to the tip and drill himself back into you, speeding up his pace.

“God damn, princess. Still so tight? Such a sloppy little pussy I hardly expected it to feel this good.” Zoro continues slamming into your cunt while he keeps a tight grip on your hips. You moan with every thrust, losing yourself in the immense pleasure. You head fell forward again. Zoro used one of his large hands to pull your hair in a tight grip and snap your head up.

“Head up, slut.” He kept his grip on your hair, pulling hard as he continued fucking you. He landed a harsh smack onto your ass cheek and you squealed out as your battered pussy squeezed his length.

“Oh you like when I hit you like that? So fucking nasty! A little painslut!” He smacks your ass 3 more times in quick success and you cry out his name.

“Yes,” you pant out. “I love it so much, please give me more!” You while staring at the bathroom door in front of you. You felt that familiar pressure begin to build in your abdomen. You began to slam you hips back onto Zoro’s cock, desperately chasing your orgasm. Suddenly, you’re pulled up by your hair and flush against the swordsman’s scarred chest as he wrapped his free arm around your front and harshly grabbed your breast, squeezing your nipple painfully. You loved it.

“Uh uh, princess. I’m fucking you, not the other way around. You stay still like a good little fuck toy, or this is gonna hurt.” Your cunt clenched around him again, pushing out more sticky arousal to drip down past his balls.

Zoro breathed out an exasperated sigh.

“Seriously? You want me to fuck your shit up that badly? Fine, you asked for it.”

He flips onto his back, pulling your body with him, his cock never leaving its spot nestled deep inside your cunt. Zoro hooks his arms under your knees, pulling your legs as far as they would go and put his hands locked behind your head, forcing you to look at your sloppy, speared pussy that was currently swallowing his dick whole.

“Gonna absolutely fucking ruin you…” Zoro grunted out while he planted his feet and pounded into you from below. You felt your orgasm quickly approaching due to the angle he was hitting your spot from.

“Zoro I’m going to-“ You couldn’t hold it anymore, it was happening so fast. Your body started cumming before you even registered what happened next.

The bathroom door that Zoro neglected to lock was ripped open by an unsuspecting Usopp. You screamed at both the intrusion and at your body that started spasming and your pussy squirted right as he looked down at you from the door frame.

“OH MY GOD- YOU GUYS?!” Poor sweet Usopp had just watched you cum on Zoro’s dick, thinking he was coming in to catch a quick shower before bed.

“A bit busy here?!?” Zoro growled at him from underneath you, not faltering in his thrusts, being so close to cumming himself and not giving a shit who sees him wrecking you on the bathroom floor.

Usopp was gone in a flash without a second word, the bathroom door slamming behind him. Zoro continued to fuck you at an inhuman pace as you babbled unintelligibly, tears streaming down your face.

“Fuck you got so much tighter, you thought that was hot? Having him watch you squirt like that? You’re so fucking filthy. I’m going to fill this filthy little pussy up, just like you want so bad.”

You find your words finally and yell out at him,

“yes… Please! Cum in me! Need it!”

“Take it, princess.” Zoro emptied himself inside of you, burying himself deep to the hilt as he did it.

Both of you gasping for air, you laid on top of him for a few moments trying to catch your breath. He picks you up off his cock and wraps you in a towel, your hands still shaking from the intense fucking he just gave you. Zoro puts his clothes back on and picks you up bridal style.

“Alright, let’s go to bed.”

He carries you to your room and strips you of your towel and lays your underneath the covers in your bed. It was dark and you hear him walking around in your bedroom, figuring he was heading to the door. To your surprise, you feel the mattress sink and Zoro climbs under the blankets next to you.

“You don’t strike me as the sleepover type, Roronoa.” You yawn as you finish your sentence.

“I’m not, you just wore me out and your bed is way more comfortable than mine. Shut up and go to sleep.” Zoro lays next to you on his back, slipped out of his clothing as well. You turn towards him and wrap an arm around his chest and throw a leg over his pelvis. You didn’t expect a response, but he uses his arm behind you to wrap around your shoulder and pull you in further to his chest.

"I think we scarred Usopp for life..." You mutter to him as you recall what happened earlier in the bathroom.

"Ehhh whatever. It's about time he finds out what sex is." Zoro yawned loudly.

You chuckle.

“Goodnight, swordsman.” You smile to yourself.

“hmm.” He was already asleep.

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“I feel like this event should really be called ‘Frosty Fusion’ or something like that.”“That is, of course, incredibly stupid.”“Hey!”“It doesn’t mean that ‘Snowmen Competition’ isn’t the most boring name ever, though.”OR: long-time friends and rivals Charles and Max hail from neighboring schools, and brave the biting cold, the challenges of snow sculpture, and their own buried feelings

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Kiss It Goodbye (Your Little Panic Attack) F1 Fic by @celientjeee | 5.1 k

Summary:

‘What- How did you do that?’ Charles asked, he still felt a bit shaken and hot, but the tingling had disappeared.Max smiled at him and let his hands drop away from Charles’ cheeks.‘I once read that holding your breath could stop a panic attack and when I kissed you, you held your breath.’‘I did?’ Charles winced at how high his voice sounded. OR: Charles gets a panic attack and Max helps him (more than once)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Fics between 10 k and 20 k 🧡

Cheating at Bingo and Other Christmas Traditions a Cozy Winter AU by @wanderingblindly | 12.4 k

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"You know, there’s a very nice, very handsome young man in my neighborhood –” She starts back up, flagging down their waiter for another glass of wine.“Absolutely not,” He cuts her off with a dismissive wave of the hand. “Next topic.”“So you’re too good for him, is that it?” She sounds defensive, but her tone still has a mocking edge to it – emphasized by the quirk of her brows.Hardly holding back a groan, Charles tries to think of a way out of this. She’s like a cat, batting at him until he gives up, rolls over, and plays dead. “That’s not – I’m just busy, and it’s –” OR: Hallmark style fluff featuring an irritated Charles, a well-meaning Max, and the grandma that just wants them to kiss

Rating: General Audiences

Golden Hour a Uni AU by Chariots4 | 13.2 k

Summary:

Max is a great roommate. So great that when Lando asks him to be part of a music video he’s filming he does so, without asking what it will be about.Turns out he will have to model with no other than Charles Leclerc. As lovers. The two men’s desire to not be outdone by the other takes the whole thing to new levels.

Rating: Explicit

-> This is also a personal favorite of mine since it was my first ever Formula 1 RPF fic and honestly, it's written amazingly well!👌

oui chef a Chef AU by @sunshineyoujustwait | 16.2 k

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There’s someone standing in his kitchen.He looks young, maybe close to Max’s age, with messy dark brown hair that’s pulled back from his face by a red bandana, and he’s leaning against the kitchen counter like he’s supposed to be here.Max’s first rather unhelpful thought is; fuck, he’s gorgeous. His second, more reasonable thought is;“Who the fuck are you?”“Charles Leclerc,” the man smiles. It's a little bit dazzling and Max is not at all distracted by it. He extends his hand for Max to shake. “I’m your new executive sous chef.” OR: Max is very happy with his life, thank you very much. He has his restaurant, his team, and two Michelin stars at the age of 24. He definitely does not need some pretentious Monegasque chef coming in and throwing everything into chaos.Except, maybe he does.

Rating: General Audiences

you got me a College AU by @fueledbyremembering | 16.6 k

Summary:

When Max looks up he stares into pretty green eyes behind black rimmed glasses. His hand is still blindly feeling around to find the books—his brain lagging—as he stares at the guy from last night. He straightens up and Max follows, staring dumbly as he holds out the books for Max to take.“Thanks,” Max says, feeling like an idiot as he takes the books, their fingers brushing for a split second. This was not how he wanted to meet again. “Again, I’m so sorry.”The guy smiles and Max thinks he might just die a little when he notices he has dimples. Of course he has dimples. OR: Max falls head over heels for the cute guy at a college party and he can't stop thinking about him (aka the lestappen college au nobody needs).

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Fics above 30 k ❤

Late night devil put your hands on me a Thief/Detective AU by @f1-giuki | 42.1 k

Summary:

"Do you want to know what is more incredible?" Max asks, staring at Charles' full and round pecs without any shame. "What?" Charles asks, enjoying how Max's cheeks get redder and redder as he licks clean the fork. "Stealing the Nine Pieces of Eight, with me," Max says and Charles drops his fork in the plate. "The Nine pieces of eight? Isn't that like a legend? The owner of those artworks is unknown…" The Monegasque asks, furrowing his brows. Max grins and rolls his eyes. "I know a guy..." Max says, pulling Charles close by the elastic band of his boxers. OR: World-class thief Max Verstappen asks Interpol Detective Charles Leclerc out on a date (to put on the world's most complicated heist ever conceived) but things never go as planned.

Rating: Mature

To Your Heart’s Content a Mafia AU by @cornerofacry | 119.4 k

Summary:

Max pinched the bridge of his nose as he went into the car. Before his chauffeur could close the door, however, Daniel leant in, having rushed from the bar’s entrance."I forgot to tell you…" the Australian begun, his face serious and grave.Max gritted his teeth, silently nodding for the man to continue. He couldn’t stand much more. He wanted to scream at the entire world. To run home and hide and force some sense down his own throat.To put himself back together."I left a- a gift at your house. For your birthday… I planned it long ago, before-""Alright," Max cut him, short and harsh. OR: Charles, a high end prostitute, finds himself in the arms of a man who really, really, cares for him, despite the gun on his nightstand.

Rating: Explicit

Favorite lestappen authors 💕

NovaCloud, Richardmarie75, WanderingBlindly, xxcelientje, amarynas, charlescoded, LestappenForever, linearity

Note to the authors: If your fic is on here and you would like me to take it down I will. Feel free to just dm me about it or drop and ask 😌

And anon I hope you find something you like on this list!

#anon ask #lestappen fic rec #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #f1

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cod-sins · 1 year

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Can I have Ghost, König and Thomas Hewitt (if you write two fandoms in one) with male reader who is a metal head? Long hair, corpse paint, is fascinated with gore stuff and such.

.ೃ࿐ Format: HCs.

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Male. Heavy Metal!Reader.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW. Gore/Blood mention.

.ೃ࿐ Word Count: 1.3K

[A/N: FIRST MALE READER REQUEST LET'S GOO! Thank you anon for giving me an excuse to watch TCM again. I also did some similar HCs with König (no mention of gender) you can check those out as well. Also, it was so hard for me to find a picture of a black male with corpse paint *sigh*.]

𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻

Wowie y'all make an interesting duo.

Between his skull mask/balaclava and your corpse paint and dark clothing, you two make a very visually appealing couple. Ghost jokes about how it's always Halloween at y'alls house.

He likes your long hair. Military guys aren't allowed to have long hair so seeing you with long hair is somewhat refreshing to him.

There is something that awakens inside of Ghost when he sees you walking around shirtless with your hair down.

Ghost is another COD character who wouldn't be surprised by your music.

His father used to take him to Bone Licker concerts (sounds pretty heavy metal to me) when he was younger but he stopped going after the prostitute incident. With him being in the military it only drove him further away but if you could convince him to go to concerts with you he would.

He would make sure to mark the date so he wouldn't forget or let his work intervene. With even more convincing he would allow to you paint a skull on his face, he wouldn't wear it out though he'd switch back to his balaclava.

If there was a chance he couldn't make it to a concert or just didn't wanna go, he'd make it up to you by buying you VIP tickets.

Gets really defensive when other guys hit on you. Puts himself between you and the guy. “Yeah his style is nice and all now bug off.”

At first, Ghost would try and shield you from whatever injuries he has. If he came home still a little bruised and bloody from his last mission he wouldn't want you to see, probably heading straight to the bathroom to freshen up until you tell him you aren't squeamish and you're fine with it. Then he would come straight to the bedroom while you clean up his bloody bandaged shoulder.

Thought you were an odd fella the first time he laid eyes on you. It was most likely Soap who set you guys up.

He acknowledges your interest in gore, however, he'd prefer if you kept it to yourself. When he's deployed he's constantly surrounded by it--by death and blood. So when he gets home it's the last thing he wants to see.

Since the majority of Ghost's clothing is dark colors he would mix up y'alls clothing and wouldn't notice.

“Hey, Simon?” “Yeah?” “Is that my shirt?“ He peers down realizing it is in fact your shirt.”Ah, yeah sorry love I guess I grabbed the wrong thing.” He begins to take it off until you tell him it's okay and that he actually looks really good in it.

KÖ𝙉𝙄𝙂

The moment König laid eyes on you he was blown away.

He doesn't see people with your style so he thought you were very unique. He asks you why dress that way and why your makeup looks so crazy. He doesn't mean to come off as rude or anything he's just not used to it and he likes to hear you talk about your interests.

König would shyly ask if you could make his face look like yours. He would let you sit on his lap and watch as you meticulously drew on his face with black liner, on top of the white paint. He'd have a dumb smile on his face after you finish.

Just like Ghost, König would also go to concerts with you. If you were on the shorter side he would pick you up and put you on his shoulders so you could get a better view. The dude is like a rock so when people get a little too aggressive with their thrashing he has you stand behind him so you don't get hit.

Likes when you put your hair up and let strands of hair fall down, thinks it's really hot. König would stare non-stop until you called him.

Wouldn't say anything about your gore interest but he would indulge you in ways he killed/kills people. [cough cough König finishers cough]

He told you about how one time he sniped a man and his brain splattered out on a wall behind him. Or once he snapped a dude's neck so hard you could see the bone about to come out.

König watches closely as your eyes get big and you squirm in your seat as he goes on and on about his war stories.

He glares at anyone who would dare say anything negative about you. That includes his coworkers and supervisors.

König could not tell you the name of the bands you listen to because of the font. He says it looks all scrambled and he couldn't tell which letter is which.

When you told him you thought he was a little intimidating the first time you he giggled and told you, he felt the same way too. People think y'all are like that one scary goth couple in school.

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑻

The first time Thomas saw you he instantly fell in love.

He couldn't stop staring at you, he thought you were sent by the devil himself as a gift.

He is so interested in you especially since you guys look the same. You have long hair, he has long hair. You wear intricate corpse paint that covers your face, he delicately sews people's faces together to cover his.

Thomas wouldn't allow Hoyt [derogatory] to make fun of you. He takes a lot of shit from him but he draws the line at his boyfriend being made fun of.

Thomas prefers your hair over his. His isn't really taken care of. It's all greasy and messy so if you took the time to brush and style it, he'd probably cry.

No one is that nice to him besides his mom. So it'd be up to you to spoil him.

I imagine the type of music you listen to isn't common in Texas, especially on rural Texas radio so he would be very interested in it.

He would have you play it while he's dealing with his victims because he finds the screaming to be very annoying and sometimes headache inducing.

Tommy always keeps an out for you to make sure you don't pass out from the heat. He'd literally be standing there, watching you with your paint running down your face with a concerned look on his face as you tell him you're fine.

He would let you watch him disassemble bodies. Since you're interested in that stuff Thomas thinks it's the perfect bonding experience.

Thomas would also put your ass to work, I'm sorry to say. He believes everyone should pull their weight including his partner.

While his method of butchering is sloppy, he would still show you how to properly gut a person and how to get the most meat off the bones.

He's happy that you have an interest in gore and he would most definitely make a mask for you. If you were to wear it around he would be so unbelievably happy.

You're wearing his art AND you like it?? A match made in heaven.

If you were too grossed out by the whole canniblism thing Thomas would try and find you other food. There aren't a lot of animals in the area but he would try and catch deer, rabbits, or coyotes.

Thomas might have you lure in other victims, and you may have to change your look-up to be more “approachable” so he would lend you some of his clothes. They'd be too big but he and his mom know how to tailor.

He would only do this if you felt comfortable with it, he would never want to put you in harm's way.

I think Thomas would do a lot to make sure you're okay. He doesn't get that luxury and he is afraid of you leaving him for someone else.

You would have to reassure him that you wouldn't leave him because he's pretty insecure about himself and being around Hoyt and Monty does not help.

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rogersideup · 1 year

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Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter 5:

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Previous part: Captain-what’s-his-butt Next Part: Sunflower

Word Count: 5,675

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

Three knocks on a door got you nothing but silence.

Four more knocks got you more silence.

But a ring on the doorbell and about twenty more knocks got you the sound of locks clicking and a door swooshing open with urgency.

On the other side was a disgruntled Georgia, out of breath because she ran to the door. "Child, if this isn't an emergency-"

"Why haven't you spoken to me in a week?" You questioned with a vocal drawl and a feigned playful yet sullen expression.

She stared blankly at you as the hot summer breeze mingled with the cold air from the AC in her house. "You've been busy with that boy."

"You know his name" You raised an eyebrow. "Just because I'm friends with him doesn't mean I'm not friends with you. Are we back in middle school, Peach?"

"You aren't just friends with him." She shook her head and leaned against the doorframe. "The two of you are getting really cozy."

"Even if we were, would that be such a bad thing?" You asked feeling confused. "Weren't you the one saying I should be dating?"

"Of course i'd love to see you happy, but not with him." She wagged her finger back and forth.

Your playful energy deflated, this was no longer a ploy to spend time with the friend you missed, it became personal.

"Why?" You crossed your arms. The sun directly over head stung your skin as you furrowed your brows.

"I don't like him." She said in a tone you've never heard her use before, completely taking you back. "He's the kind've boy that's going to take your heart and stomp all over it. You've said it yourself, there's something about him that's a little odd."

"And you're the one who said that he just needs time to warm up." You threw her words right back at her. "I gave him the time, he's nice and warm now. You've given him nothing but judgement and momentary uncomfortable interactions, of course you'd think he's a little cold."

"I also said he could be a murderer or a stalker, didn't I?" She crossed her arms too, both of you feeling defensive over yourselves. "And why do you feel such a strong need to defend him, baby doll?"

"Because you're being rude to a very sweet man who's done nothing but try to be nice to everyone in Greenwood." You scoffed. "He's expressed to me that he really wanted to be your friend but backed away because you were being cold and short."

"Well then he's very good at reading body language, now isn't he?" Georgia offered a fake smile, batting her eyelashes.

"This is ridiculous." You scoffed at her behavior, completely taken aback. "You really aren't going to speak to me because you don't like Steven?"

"No. I just want to stress that I don't like him, and I can see your heartbreak coming from three miles away." She explained. "I care about you and your precious little heart, I can't stick around to watch someone play with it before stomping all over it."

You audibly chuckled at the hypocrisy of her words. "If you really cared about someone messing with my heart, you wouldn't be dangling it over the edge of a cliff by being a shitty friend over your opinion of a man that's been nothing but kind to me"

"Watch your language, young lady." Georgia scolded.

"No. I'm not a child. I'm not your child either." You refused to let her walk all over you like that.

"Even Michael agrees, you need to stay away from that boy." Georgia let slip.

"Is that what this is about?" You questioned. "Your husband forms an opinion so you have to go along with it for the sake of keeping the peace?"

"This has nothing to do with him."

"Well I think it does" You insisted. "Because the Georgia I know is a loving, kindhearted lady that would take anyone under her wing if they needed it. You used to love everyone, but ever since the sokovia accords you've been letting Michael get in your head, and now you're both turning into judgmental know-it-all's"

"It also has nothing to do with the civil war" Her voice was dripping with warning.

You sighed and shook your head. "I'm over this, if you want to keep trying to work it out you know where I live." as you started to unfold your arms and walk away, one last thought came to mind. "And by the way, Steven has been way more careful with my heart recently than you have."

As you walked down her porch steps and out into the street, the only response to that statement was the sound of a door slamming.

You hadn't seen Steve since you told him you knew he was Captain America. It had been a few days, but they were days you usually wouldn't see him anyways. But ever since you pieced the puzzle together, you couldn't help but to start feeling anxious for him.

Through just a tiny window of his eyes, you could understand why trying to settle down for a little while was risky. Anyone could find out who he is at any given moment, and people like Georgia were a constant threat to his well-being.

Although you were upset that she was being so harsh and critical towards Steve at the moment, a tiny part of you felt relief that she didn't already know what you knew. She still felt far from the truth, and in the long run, limiting the interactions between Steve and Georgia will be better for the both of them.

It gave her less of a chance to stare into his big blue eyes and charming toothy smile to recognize him the same way you did. Because if Georgia or Michael found out Steve's true identity, both you and him would be toast.

You could barely come to terms with how fast and often he had been running around in your mind. All you wanted to do was go check in on him, wanting to wrap him up in a big squishy hug, confess that you genuinely starting missing him in your short few day breaks apart during the week.

What you didn't know was that in those few days, Steve felt the same way. He'd stopped himself a few times from going over to your place and knocking on the door just to see your smile and thank you once more for everything you've done for him. But he didn't want to overwhelm you, and he also knew it wasn't your responsibility to carry the weight of being his constant safe space.

However, he did feel like he owed you a grander gesture of gratitude beyond what he could ever say with words. So in his time away from you, he painted you a picture of the grassy field in the pretty park the two of you had gone to together the first time you'd ever really hung out.

After finishing off some very important details, he popped it in a frame he thought would match your house. Since he knew he would be seeing you tomorrow, he ventured outside of his house to find you the prettiest flowers he could from anyone who would sell a bouquet to him.

When he settled on the perfect ones, he brought them home to cut down the stems and put them in a vase. It almost made him a little sad. In any other situation, he would be courting you. As he arranged them perfectly in the vase, he had a silent moral debate in his head.

These flowers are to say thank you and that was it. You wouldn't take them as a romantic gesture, because they weren't. All friends get each other flowers for all different occasions, and this was totally normal. They would do nothing to hurt you in the long run.

Considering he was devoted to keeping to himself, he unfortunately had a whole day to overthink his choices.

Maybe it was too much, he should just jump ship and keep the painting and flowers to himself. It would spare him a lot of embarrassment if you took it the wrong way, and maybe you were only nice to him because you felt bad. Maybe you didn't want them in the first place.

He eventually snapped out of it, because the version of him he once knew was more confident than this. Old him would never second guess the thought of giving a gift, so maybe this version of him shouldn't either.

Besides, if it went terribly wrong, he already had a lot of reasons to leave Greenwood. There was always an exit plan.

His decision to go through with his original plans were set in stone when he got a text from you at around noon.

'Hey, I know you usually come hang out on Tuesday's but I stayed home today. Just really needed a break, but i'd still love to spend time with you today. Want to come over?'

He let you know that he'd be there soon before quickly taking a shower and getting dressed. It was only after he had tied his shoes and grabbed his keys that you texted him a very strict dress code of only the coziest clothes he owned.

So just for you, he changed his outfit, and fixed his hair one more time before heading over to your door with flowers and the painting in his hands. He settled on some cozy running shorts and a t shirt hoping it would meet your standards for the comfort you had in mind.

As he made the very short walk over to your front door, he could feel Georgia's eyes on him from her living room window. Then as he knocked, she found it a very convenient time to walk outside to get the mail from her mailbox. He gave his best attempt at a wave, but he was met with a glare.

Yikes.

When the door swung open, your eyes immediately landed on Georgia sticking her nose into your business, then right to Steve who was standing there obviously uncomfortable with flowers in his hands.

Annoyed at Georgia and keen on protecting your sweet Steve from her wrath, you quite literally pulled him in your house by his arm before closing the door in an absolute whirlwind.

"Woah!" He stumbled on his feet, quick to balance himself.

"Sorry!" You let go of his arm and smoothed the sleeve of his shirt down. "Georgia was staring, I don't want her anywhere near any of your business"

It took him a second to process all that had happened in such a short amount of time, then he realized he was just awkwardly standing there. "Oh! Uh, these are for you. I just- you've done a lot for me since I've been here and I wanted to say thank you."

"Stop it, you are so sweet!" A puppy dog expression smeared across your face, pouting at the thoughtful man in front of you. "You didn't have to do that."

He set the painting down on the table next to him, and before he even got a chance to put the flowers next to it, you had jumped up on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck.

You could hear his giggle in your ear before one arm wrapped around you and held you close, the other held the bouquet behind your back.

"But I wanted to." He insisted. "I really appreciate you, I'm lucky to have you in my life."

"I think I'm the lucky one here, honey." You gave him a good squeeze before letting him go. "Did you paint this?!"

"... depends on what you think of it." Steve's lopsided smile poked through.

"It's so beautiful! I love it so much" You picked it up to inspect it further. Immediately recognizing the setting, you were highly impressed with the detail.

"Okay, then yes I painted it" He claimed his work.

"You're so talented, this is going to be worth like... a billion dollars."

"Keep dreaming, sweetheart." Steve laughed

"Well it's worth a billion dollars to me! I'll cherish it forever. "And the flowers are so pretty!"

"I grew those myself" Steve joked.

"Oh did you?" You laughed. "You must have a really impressive garden in your backyard."

"Yep, I've been working on it for years."

"You're stupid!" You laughed. "It's a good thing you're so pretty."

"You think I'm pretty?!" Steve enthused.

"Honey, you're just about the prettiest thing Greenwood has to offer."

"Second to you" He playfully winked.

You smiled and shook your head at him as he mentally beat himself up. He shouldn't be pulling you along like this. Playing around with you like a toy until he had to leave you high and dry, it was wrong.

"You are just too much" You grinned with a blush stippling over your cheeks.

He knew you were playing around, but you were right. He was being too much.

"Thank you, Steve." You said sincerely, completely shutting off all his brain noise.

"You're welcome." His heart skipped a beat as you called him Steve for the first time. But then he saw it, the tiniest deflate in your mood, and a tiny twinge of sadness in your eye.

He started following you through your house to the living room, then he watched you plop down in the couch with a subtle sigh.

"What's wrong?" He questioned sadly.

"Oh... it's nothing," You shrugged it off as he slowly sat next to you. But as he examined your body language with his big concerned eyes, you knew there was no use in pretending. "It's just- Georgia."

"Is that what the whole door thing was all about?" He questioned softly.

"Yeah" You tucked your hair behind your ear as you nodded, trying to find a way to tell him the situation without making him feel bad. "I think we need to find better ways to hang out without her knowing."

"Is she onto me?" He asked nervously.

"No, I don't think so. But she's smart, Honey. She doesn't like that we're hanging out and for some reason she wants you far, far away from me." You explained. "I think the more she sees, the more curious she will get and the more digging she will do. That's not good for either of us, is it?"

"No, it's not." He shook his head with a sigh. "I can't be around you if it's going to put your safe-"

"Shut it" You cut him off, and smiled when he pouted once more. "Nothing on this earth can convince me you're bad to be around. All I'm saying is we need to get more creative than the front door."

"But what if-"

"I don't care."

"I'll hop the fence?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Can you do that?" You giggled.

"I free dived off a plane with no parachute" Steve shrugged. "How difficult could one fence be?"

"You know what? We can figure out the logistics later." You nodded. "My point is, just be careful around her. That's all."

"Okay, and my point is that I really care about you. If this starts putting you in danger, I'll never be able to forgive myself."

"I care about you too, which is why we're going to find a way to keep us both safe and happy? Okay?"

He sunk into himself at the thought of everything you're putting on the line. "...okay."

"Cool, now that we got that out of the way, I was thinking we could order some food and watch a movie?"

"Sounds fun to me!" Steve enthused. "I'm starving"

"You're always hungry" You giggled. "Probably because you run a marathon a day."

"It's not my fault" He pouted, slumping onto the couch. "Stupid serum. My metabolism is really fast. And if I don't move, I start to get restless and anxious."

"Don't worry, pretty baby, I'll feed you." You laughed at his grumbly explanation, ignoring the way his cheeks turned pink. "What do you want?"

"...Can't even get drunk" he mumbled again.

"Okay, so we're not drinking vodka for dinner..." You spoke to yourself, scrolling through all the options on your phone.

The two of you eventually settled on an ungodly amount of Chinese food that you'd eat on the couch. The boxes littered the coffee table well after both of you had finished eating, and you sprawled out on the couch, hand resting on your happily bloated stomach. You found yourself in a blissful food coma after trying to out eat Steve. He warned you it was a bad idea, but you took on the challenge anyway. He beat you by two crab Rangoons, but you claimed it didn't count because you definitely ate more fried rice than him.

His evidence that he won was that he felt perfectly fine, while you were one wrong move away from tasting your dinner all over again.

That comment resulted in you flipping him off, and tossing the TV remote at him. "Put something on, I can't even think." You complained.

He laughed at you and caught it effortlessly. "What do you want to watch? Action? Romcom? Oh! I know! A musical"

"If you put it on a musical, I might actually throw up. I'm already too nauseous for that." You joked.

"Okay, how about a Disney movie? Ratatouille? Tarzan?" He questioned, scrolling through all the options.

"Ratatouille is Pixar." You poked.

All he did was glare at you with narrowed eyes in response to that statement.

"Monsters Inc." He continued.

"Also Pixar" You smile. "I want to watch a Captain America movie"

"Okay that's it" He shook his head. "I'm putting on Cars, and you have no choice but to watch it"

"Another Pixar movie" You laughed.

"I miss the bakery" He sighed.

"Wow. You only like me for my cookies." You feigned an upset expression.

"Your sourdough is phenomenal as well." He nodded.

"Jerk..." You smiled.

"Feeling squisher..."

You gasped and clutched your chest, then the fake tears started to fall.

"Noooooooo!" Steve sprang up and made his way over to you, leaning over and wrapping his arms around your upper body to reverse the damage. "Don't cry don't cry don't cry" His face shoved into the crook of your neck made you giggle with every word as his soft beard tickled your skin. "Soooooorrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyy I won't call you that ever again. I love it here, I love spending time with you, don't cry! Please don't cry!"

"If you squeeze me any harder I'm going to throw up all over you" You laughed as he quickly let you go and took a big step back.

"I can handle blood, gore, violence even, but if you throw up I promise I'll be throwing up too." He defensively put his hands up as if you were pointing a weapon at him.

"Somehow, that makes you even more human, Stevie." You giggled as he grabbed a blanked off the couch and wrapped it around himself and the top of his head so just his face was poking through. It was as if he was now trying to hide from the threat.

As he got cozy on the couch once more in his blanket cocoon and your legs thrown across his lap as he payed attention to the beginning of Cars playing on the TV, the warnings from every news broadcast played in your head. It took everything in you to not physically laugh out loud at the words 'if you see any of these individuals, do not approach. They are dangerous.'

You fell into more than comfortable silence as the movie played. It was hard not to let your mind wander around, thinking about how nice it was to take a step back from work for even just the day, and how nice it was to have someone like Steve to enjoy it with.

The silence was broken every once and a while when the two of you would laugh at a joke that not even an 8 year old would find funny, and sometimes he had a question and you had some pretty general commentary on the movie. He also kept letting out quiet little yawns.

You'd catch him out of the corner of your eye, his eyes would fall heavy then he'd blink them open super fast and shake his head to try and keep himself awake. Eventually the blanket slipped off the top of his head, and he'd kick his legs over the arm of the couch and scoot backwards to get a little more comfortable.

Taking into consideration all the information he provided you about his lack of sleep, it warmed your heart to see he felt comfortable enough around you to even feel this sleepy in the first place. You knew most nights he could barely even get himself to try closing his eyes before the sun rose. Now here he was, struggling to stay awake at 9pm on your couch.

He made it another fifteen minutes before his arm relaxed to his side and his head slouched to rest on the couch back, completely knocked out. You couldn't help the smile on your face every time he subconsciously made himself more comfortable. It didn't take long before he was sprawled out across the couch, his head landing on a pillow you placed right next to your lap as you already knew that's where he would inevitably wind up.

You kicked your feet up on the coffee table as you admired the way his hair had flopped over onto his face when he curled up on his side. Your mind and all its racing thoughts were far gone from the animated film on the screen in front of you as you wondered if he would have ever grown out his hair this long had it not been for the circumstances he was under.

You wanted to pull it back off of his face just to feel the soft strands running through your fingers and to admire his facial features a little better, but that was not a step you were willing to take while he was asleep. Besides, if you accidentally woke him up you'd never forgive yourself.

Regardless of the golden strands of hair obstructing your view, you did get to notice all the different colors that lived in his beard. Mostly brown with a twinge of blonde, a bit of red along the side of his cheek and a just a few grays that decided to make a guest appearance. Just as you noticed how long and beautiful his eyelashes were, he sucked in a big breath as if he was waking up.

Suddenly, a movie about silly little cars became the most interesting attention grabber in the whole world. But that big breath was accompanied by a stretch of his arm that so happened to land right on your lap.

Just as you looked down at it, he had stirred into some sort of half conscious state. He looked around and blinked a few times.

"Oh shit" he mumbled, barely being able to form words. "I should go home."

Yet he didn't move his arm away, nor did you think he even had the capacity to make it to his own bed at this point. If he did go home, you knew he wouldn't sleep.

"It's okay" You told him quietly, with a reassuring grin. "You're safe here."

His hand in your lap caught your eye again, but this time it was because it was moving, navigating the area trying to find yours. Your heart skipped a beat once it did, and you interlocked your fingers with his.

There was a small smile on his face as his eyes closed again. "Didn't mean to fall asleep."

"You're okay." You reminded him once more, gently squeezing his hand. "I'll keep you safe"

He used it free hand to remove the pillow from underneath his head, and in one swift movement he rested his head in your lap. Your stomach filled with butterflies and your heart was now beaming with golden rays.

You took that as permission to pull the blanket up over his shoulders to assure he'd stay warm in the air conditioning, but after that you still weren't sure what to do with your free hand.

"Honey?" You whispered just in case he was already back in dreamland. He responded with a little grumble you could tell was his attempt at acknowledging your call for him. "Can I play with your hair?"

A smile immediately stretched across his lips as he lazily nodded. You're pretty sure he fell asleep again after just a few swipe throughs of your fingers in the growing length.

Somewhere between the warm weight of the soldier in your lap and the comfort of a Pixar film on the television, you had fallen asleep too. That wasn't something you even realized until you had woken up to the sound of your phone ringing.

You peeled your eyes open to see the sun had risen to its full potential, and somehow, some way, you were now laying down and pinned between the couch cushions and Steve's body.

His face was shoved into the crook of your neck and one of his strong arms was holding onto you nice and tight as if you would run away if he loosened his grip.

Unfortunately you had no time to bask in the glory of being cuddled by a big strong man before you had both been woken up by the sound of your obnoxiously loud ringing phone. The second he popped his head up and squinted his beautiful blue eyes to adjust to the sunlight, you were internally cursing whoever was trying to contact you with a eternal damnation. Surly if they knew just how long it had been since you felt a man's touch, nobody would've contacted you ever again.

Steve reached over behind him to grab you your phone as he mentally cursed himself for putting you in this position after he told himself to not act on his romantic feelings for you. He was walking you both down a dark and dangerous path of pain and heartbreak but he just couldn't get himself to stop.

You thanked him as you grabbed it from his hand, and immediately picked up as it was one of your bakers.

Steve sat up and sung his legs over the side of the couch by your hips. He slumped over and his face fell into his hands while he listened to half a conversation about how to troubleshoot the rack oven and what to do with all 13 trays of destroyed snickerdoodles for that one really important order.

He had to take big deep breaths to calm himself down as the sound of waking up to a phone ringing caused him an astronomical amount of anxiety. For just a few moments he was positive he was getting a call that would get him back in the suit to shut down an alien wormhole or delay the end of the world.

Somehow your supportive and calming words to your employees calmed him down too.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Things happen, I understand." You cooed over the phone. "I don't want you to stress about it. I can stay all night to bake whatever is left for that order, okay? It'll get done, I promise. There's nothing that we can't fix."

He could hear your employee stress-babbling something on the other end of the phone call, but none of that mattered. Not when you sat up and got right next to him when you noticed his body language.

You made sure there was no empty space between the sides of your bodies. Leg to leg, side to side, and your arm traveled up the plane of his back and gently squeezed the nape of his neck to try and comfort him while you sorted out whatever was happening at Nice To Be Kneaded.

Steve appreciated your efforts, but he also couldn't help but to feel like his lack of self control around you was also a source of his pounding heart and racing thoughts. Knowing he should probably provide an explanation for the cuddle fest last night led him to believe it might be time to set some boundaries with you.

His little slice of heaven would have to be put at arm's length away, on the highest shelf he couldn't reach even if he was on his tippy toes. If he had you out on the counter, he knew he would come back for a little more of you every time he passed by because just one more bite wouldn't hurt. But one kept turning to two, two to four, and before he knows it the both of you will be on complete opposite sides of the world as you harbored pure resentment for him.

Right now he might've looked like a bucket of sugar to you, but sugar and salt looked exactly the same the only difference being sugar doesn't sting when it's rubbed into wounds.

His mind ran away fast, the only rope he grabbed onto to pull him back into reality was your calming voice.

"Hey, Sweet Stevie." You squeezed his shoulder, trying to catch his attention.

He finally snapped out of his trance and his big eyes met yours. "Huh?"

"Are you okay?" You questioned although you already knew the answer.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm fine." He faked a smile.

"Really? I said your name three times before you responded." You raised an eyebrow.

This time Steve's lips pressed together in a straight line before a real grin spread across them. "I keep a burner phone in my pocket with some of the Avengers being the only ones with the number to it in case they need me." He explained. "Every day feels like a waiting game for the phone to ring- it's like sitting in a room with a bomb that's about to explode but you don't know when it'll be detonated."

"Ah-" You understood, your hand continued to rub circles on his back. "You thought there was an explosion?"

He nodded in confirmation as he thought about what to say next- how to let you down gently.

"False alarm" You stated, earning a hum in response.

All he wanted to do was let his head fall back onto your shoulder, pull you down onto his body and cover the both of you up so that you could get a few more hours of sleep. He wanted to avoid this gaping hole he always felt in his heart, he wanted to enjoy your company without guilt.

"Are you okay?" Steve reciprocated the questioned.

"Yeah" You giggled. "Sometimes the oven at the bakery likes to shoot up in temperature for no reason and bake cookies at 600 degrees Fahrenheit. That led to a snickerdoodle disaster and now we're about 320 cookies and six hours of work down from a huge order that's picking up tomorrow."

"How are you not stressed?" Steve questioned.

You shrugged your shoulders. "I'll get it done. I might be there until the sun rises but I'll get it done. I'd go in earlier but we only have so much space for so many people to be working at the same time, it would be more useful to just get there later and work in an empty kitchen."

"You're going to need more butter" Steve thought out-loud. "And eggs."

"And flour. And sugar. And cinnamon. But hey, at least I slept well last night!" You giggled and nudged his shoulder with yours.

It earned you a pretty smile and a shy blush on his cheeks. "If I had any intention of falling asleep I would've warned you that I'm a chronic cuddler." Steve defended himself. "All of the Avengers learned that the hard way, they all knew to avoid the general area I was sleeping in."

"Awwww. I'd like to imagine a time in which you and Bucky Barnes were spooning to keep nice and warm on a cold, cold night." You smiled as you teased.

"Oh, no, Bucky would not hesitate to push me onto the floor." Steve laughed.

"That's so mean! I could never!" You screeched. "Did you at least sleep well?"

"Scary good" The blush on his cheeks burned brighter. "Sorry for holding you hostage all night."

"More than fine by me." You smiled, still enjoying the lack of space between his body and yours. "I'm sorry you had to wake up like that. What a shitty way for you to have to start the day."

This time you let your head fall onto his shoulder, and your arm squeezed him into a delightful side hug. He reciprocated by wrapping his arm around you too and letting his head rest on yours.

Okay, just one more bite.

"I think this is the best way for me to start my day." Steve said. Now you were the one blushing, and that extra bite was worth all the sugary sweetness that made the endorphins bounce around in his brain. But could you blame him? You were just so damn scrumptious, maybe even addictive.

You so wished you could stay and enjoy the temptation snuggling you on the couch, but then a really depressing thought was at the forefront of your brain. "I have to source ingredients and make hundreds of snickerdoodles" You sighed.

"And teach your apprentice how to master the art of a snickerdoodle" He offered his help.

"Really?" You questioned, almost in disbelief. Not a day went by without you being so very appreciative of his ability to walk alongside you exactly when you needed him.

"Abs-dough-lutely" Steve joked.

"Oh you're a loser" You held back your smile.

Next part: Sunflower

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earth616variant · 2 years

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language! | s.r

summary | As someone who came in a much different era, you are still adjusting to the new practices. Including, hearing curse words everywhere in the compound.

pairing/s | steve rogers x reader, avengers x reader

word count | 1388

genres | humor/crack, very small fluff, time travel au

note | another drabble for the send-off. i really enjoyed writing this. let me know your thoughts! reblogs and feedback are appreciated.

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It was a late Thursday night. You were in the living room, reading a novel you bought with Steve and Wanda days ago. Peter was also in the room. He was sitting on the carpeted ground next to the center table in front of you, doing some kind of presentation for his class and you don’t really understand it. It has something to do with his accessible, small computer. A laptop! You remembered he called it that.

It was pretty peaceful and quiet. The only sound that can be heard is the kid’s fingers typing on the keyboard and the soft, cool blows of the air conditioner. You were finishing a chapter of this book when you heard a…

“Oh, fuck.”

Instantly, you turned your head up from the book. Peter paused too. You two turned your heads in the direction of where that curse came from. That’s when you see the culprit.

“Steve!”

The First Avenger, who’s holding a tray of drinks, looked up at you.His eyebrows furrowed together as he asked, “What?”

“Can you please watch your language? There is a kid in here.” you scolded him in a very serious and offended tone.

Both Steve and Peter moved their eyes around the room, looking for the kid you were pertaining to.

“What kid?” he replied, both curious and defensive.

You lift a finger, pointing to the other person in the room, “Peter’s here. Adults don’t curse around minors. Apologize to him.”

Hearing that, both Peter’s eyebrows raised.

“What? No– Dr. Y/N, it’s fine–”

“No, that was inappropriate.”

Considering your era, Steve definitely understands your slight disappointment with the language he just used. It was less socially acceptable in the 40s to swear. He remembered scolding Tony before because of the same thing when he was still adjusting to this century. So Steve sighed,

“I’m sorry.”

“I-It’s no problem, Cap.” Peter stutters, surprised that the older man really apologized.

You only nodded at that, “Anyways, I’m going to my room. Good night, boys.”

You were yawning as you walked away Steve stood there dumbfoundedly with the tray of drinks. Peter just watched him, waiting for him to do something. The drinks were hot chocolate that he was supposed to offer to you and the younger hero. But since you left already, Steve looked back at Peter.

“Hot choco?”

“Strawberries?”

“No, thanks.”

That morning, you seemed a bit distant to Steve and everyone can notice it. No one knows why but Peter has an idea although he thought it was not a big deal. You also thought that maybe it’s not a big deal. But you had a hard time sleeping last night, thinking about everything that changed at this time. Swearing and a lot more things seem normal here. You wondered if you can adapt to it as you felt like an alien wandering in this new world you’re in. Admittedly, you thought that maybe you overreacted with Steve’s language. You felt guilty as you were the one who was new here, yet you still apply whatever customs you have from the 40s to him. You don’t know if you should apologize or what.

Steve quietly placed a cup of coffee next to your bowl. But you were too occupied in your head, you didn’t notice it. You stood to get yourself a glass of orange juice and Steve never looked so dejected. The other people watched silently until Tony snapped his fingers, making everyone look at him.

“Okay, what is going on?”

He was moving his eyes from you to Steve when he asked that. Your eyebrow raised while Steve stayed quiet.

The younger Stark continued, “Y/N is clearly ignoring you and you are obviously trying to be extra nice to her this morning. What happened?”

“I’m not ignoring him!” you unintentionally exclaimed.

Natasha smirked. Sam snickers with Peter while you hear Bucky chuckle lowly, shaking his head. You turned your head to Steve, “Am I?”

You were really unaware. That’s when you see his expression that says a lot: dispirited and unsure. Suddenly, another voice spoke.

“Cap cursed last night.”

Everyone turned their heads to Peter who was munching on the cookies you made the other night. It was stocked in the refrigerator.

“What?” Bruce asked since he thought he heard something else. Just like everyone in the room.

But Steve already justified himself, “It was accidental. I stubbed my toe on the corner of the counter while I was trying to do something nice.”

“What did he say? What did he say?” Tony grinned like a kid. He loved to have something new to tease Steve with.

“Peter, no,” Steve told him sternly. You were still standing with your orange juice, crossing your arm. At this point, you don’t care if he would say it since it seems normal here.

“Peter, yes.”

It was Sam who added more fuel to the fire, earning a glare from Steve. The youngest stood there in the spotlight as everyone waited for him to answer. He finished putting the Tupperware of cookies in his backpack before replying,

“He dropped the f-bomb.”

A series of laughs and amused oh’s followed. You just stood there, confused, while Steve looked down at his oatmeal.

“I’m going to school. Bye, everyone. Thanks for the cookies, doc!” Peter walked out, waving his hand.

Breakfast went on with Tony picking on Steve. You later learned from Natasha that their leader used to have a habit of telling everyone language if they say a swear word. Somehow, the weight on your shoulder lightened when you heard that story.

“So, does that means you hate dirty talks?” Tony brought up with his pancakes almost done. Pepper failed to shush him as she didn’t expect to hear that.

You tilted your head quizically, “Dirty… talks? What is that?”

Dirty talks? What does it mean? Is it a form of teasing? Bullying?

Steve stood up from his seat, putting his bowl on the sink. “You know what? It’s early in the morning. Let’s not talk about that.”

You followed behind him, placing yours too. “What? Why? What does it mean, Steve?”

His jaw clenched and you can see his cheeks slowly showing a tint of pink. He meets your eyes for a quick second before looking away. Everyone in the room is silent too. Don’t they know what it means? You wondered.

“Yeah, Cap. Tell Dr. Y/N about it.” Tony spoke with what seemed like a mocking tone.

“Shut up, Stark.”

Steve held your hand and dragged you away from the kitchen while you remained baffled.

Just days later, you were baking another batch of cookies with Peter waiting on the kitchen counter as your personal food taster. The other are out for their own mission, including Steve, while a few were taking a rest in their respective rooms. The Spider-kid, you heard it is what Sam calls him, was grinning and clapping on his seat like a seal as you two heard the sound of the oven.

You were too excited that you only reached for one oven mitten, thinking you can get the hot baking tray with a single hand. But just when one of the cookies looks like it’s going to slide out of the tray, you instinctively pushed it back with your bare finger. Immediately feeling the burn on your skin, you dropped the tray— thankfully on the kitchen island.

“Fuckshit!” you exclaimed before you put that finger in your lips as if that would help.

You were still recovering from the shock and hurt when you notices Peter’s surprised stare and blushed cheeks. As you realized what just happened, you slowly put down your fingers. The boy can see your jaw gaping as your eyes widened before hiding your face in your hands. He was having a blast, holding his stomach as he laughed.

“You–”

Before he can finish any sentence he was going to say, you shushed him off.

“You heard nothing, kid!” you spoke as you point your index finger at him. You cannot stop yourself from smiling as you tell him that. “I’ll continue feeding you my baked goods if you say heard nothing.”

Peter grinned, stifling a laugh, “I… heard nothing, Doctor Y/N.”

That’s how an accomplice was born.

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Party

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Word count- 6.8k

Includes- First meeting, wall sex, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, table sex, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jungkook POV

I make my way towards Jin, who's sitting by himself listening to the music

I've mingled with the other idols at Hobi's listening party as well as hang with Jimin and Tae

I know Jin is uncomfortable not really knowing anyone but us, Bang and P Dogg.

He was anxious before the party, worrying about talking to people he doesn't know

We assured him he doesn't have to mingle and he's been sitting alone for awhile

I decided to keep him company for a little

"Hey", I say sitting next to him

"Hey", he answers

"What are you drinking?"

"Alcohol"

I roll my eyes, "No shit. What kind?"

"Beer", he answers, handing me his cup

I take a sip

Not bad

Handing it back to him, I look for Hobi

And proceed to choke on air

There's a girl, hugging Hobi and she's drop dead gorgeous

And the clothes she's wearing, holy shit

So hot

"Who's that?", I breathe

"Who?", Jin asks, looking in the direction I am, "Oh. That's Jo"

Hold up

"Jo? As in his best friend?"

"Yeah"

"I thought Jo was a boy"

Jin shrugs, "No she's a girl. I remember him telling us."

Yeah but her name is a guy's name

Hobi's only ever called his best friend from home Jo

"Her name is Jo"

"Short for Joanne. You don't pay attention when we talk"

Ok fine, I'll give him that

I don't listen for the most part so Hobi could have said something about Jo being a girl

Obviously he did if Jin knows her full name

"Like what you see?", Jin smirks

I give him the side eye, "Are you blind? She's hot"

"No I'm not blind", he snorts, "Yes she's very hot. But I'm noticing your reaction to her"

"Just her looks", I answer, "I don't know her"

"Maybe you should. Maybe you can finally date someone instead of fucking anything that walks"

"Hey!", I argue, "I don't do that"

He raises his eyebrow

"Fine. But it's not anything. I don't fuck all the time and it's not just anyone"

I mean it's people I know like girl staff members

I've had a few one night stands but he's making it sound like it's every night

It's not

"And FYI I don't need a girlfriend"

"Yeah but I don't think you should just fuck Hobi's best friend. I think he'll take issue with that"

"She's her own person", I say defensively, "If she wants to fuck then I'm not gonna say no"

He sighs, "Can you try to get to know her? She's important to Hobi and you can't just smash and drop her"

I roll my eyes

I should be able to fuck her if I want to but I also get Jin's perspective

She's Hobi's friend, she's going to be around

I may have to see her if she comes to something else for Hobi

"I can get to know her", I give in

"Great", he nods approvingly

"Do you think I should go over there?"

Jin shakes his head, "Hobi's introducing her to people. She already met Jimin and Namjoon. He'll make his way here"

He's right

I don't wanna seem desperate

Staying in my spot, I watch Hobi introduce her to Tae, hoping he gets to us soon

🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰

J POV

"Hi I'm Tae", Taehyung says, smiling and shaking my hand

"Hhh...hi", I manage to get out

"Nice to meet you", he says

"Yes very nice", I say, like an idiot

I can't believe I'm meeting BTS members

I had no idea that I would be invited to Hobi's listening party when I called him to congratulate him on his solo album

But he did invite me and here I am

Meeting my idols

"So Yoongi isn't here", Hobi says, as Tae goes back to talking to Jimin, "He's sick"

"Oh that sucks. I hope he'll be ok"

"He will", Hobi assures me

I'm so proud of Hobi

He's worked so hard for years, for BTS and I'm proud he's the first one to release an album

He's so talented and he deserves all this and more

I told him so on the phone and as soon as I got here

I missed my best friend but I understood when he left Gwangju for Seoul

He was following his dream

I'm just glad he never forgot me

Still kept in touch, still called me and now that I moved to Seoul, making time to see me, inviting me to his party

He's so famous and popular but he's the same Hobi I knew from childhood

"But he's here", Hobi says, wiggling his eyebrows

"Stop", I playfully scold, then ask, "Really?"

"Yeah, he's over there with Jin"

I casually glance over and catch an eyeful of Jungkook

Who's looking at me

I immediately turn away, my face so hot

Hobi is laughing and I glare at him

"Don't be scared Jo. He's just like any guy"

I raise my eyebrow, "You're kidding right? He's not just any guy. No one here is just any guy or girl. Except me"

Hobi shakes his head, "He's just a person like everyone else. And a huge pain in the ass. And a dork"

I giggle, "Yeah but all of you are dorks"

He puts his hand to his chest, giving me an exaggerated shocked face, "Excuse me"

I roll my eyes, "Oh please Hobi. You know you're a dork"

He smiles, "Yeah but I learned from you"

"Fair", I answer, smiling

"So you wanna meet him?", Hobi asks

I do

I really do

But I know I'm gonna be an awkward idiot

Jungkook is someone I've had a huge crush on for so long

Well as much as one can have a crush on a celebrity

And Hobi loves to make fun of me for it

"I uhh...I"

"You'll be fine. C'mon", he says, putting his arm around my shoulders and steering me in Jungkook's and Jin's direction

"He's already looking at you", Hobi says quietly, "The way he's looking means he wants to fuck you. Whether you do it or not is up to you"

"Uh what?", I gape

"You heard me. And you're a big girl, you can decide what to do on your own"

"You don't care if I chose to...you know?"

He shakes his head, "Nope. Have at it. Or not. Just don't get upset if he doesn't want anything more. He's kinda a man whore. So fair warning"

Great

I mean why wouldn't he be a man whore?

He's fucking hot, the golden maknae of course girls are going to throw themselves at him

Of course he wouldn't see me any differently no matter who I'm friends with

It's slightly disappointing but I can't do anything about it

And I don't have to sleep with him

We can just be friends

All too soon we are standing in front of Jungkook and Jin and my legs are slightly shaking

"Kookie, Jinnie this is my best friend Joanne. Or Jo if she says you can call her that", Hobi says looking at me

I nod

"Jo it is", he amends

"Hhh..hi", I stammer like a complete moron

"Hi", Jin says standing up, "Nice to meet you"

"Yes. It's amazing to meet you", I say like a total fangirl

Jungkook stands up and I look up at him

"Hey", he smiles, "Nice to meet you too"

My whole face is on fire but I manage to smile, "Great to meet you too"

"So that's all the members that are here. You can meet Yoongi a different time now that you live in Seoul"

He better not be about to leave me alone with them

I just met them

I thought he'd stay with me awhile

He looks at me, "I'm gonna mingle some more"

Oh god

He's ditching me

I glare hard at him, "Hobi"

"Don't worry Jungkook and Jin don't bite"

I gape at him

I'm so gonna kill him

He's dead

"Actually I need the bathroom", Jin says, then excuses himself and leaves

No, I can't stay here with Jungkook alone

Where is Jimin?

Jimin is always attached to Jungkook in the behind the scenes videos they take

Or Tae?

Where are they?

"Alright well Jungkook will hang out with you", Hobi says

"Yeah, cool", Jungkook answers

"I uh-", I start

"Great. I'll see you later", Hobi interrupts

He kisses my cheek, then leaves before I could say anything

Oh god

I turn back to Jungkook, so fucking nervous

We just stand there for a few seconds then I say, "Uh actually I need the bathroom too"

He nods, pointing the way, "It's over there. I'll wait for you there"

He nods towards a table

He's gonna wait for me?

Why?

That's so strange

"Uh yeah ok", I answer, then turn and head straight to the bathroom so I can get a fucking grip and talk to him like a normal person

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Jungkook POV

I sit at the table with my wine as I watch her practically run to the bathroom

She's nervous

I get it, I'm nervous when I meet celebrities too

I almost shit my pants when I met Charlie Puth

I saw Hobi talking to her, maybe warning her about me

I hope he didn't

She's so much more beautiful than I thought so that helps me want to get to know her

It's shallow I know but it is what it is

She walks back into the room and I call her name, waving her over

She comes, a wary look on her face

"Sit", I say, gesturing to the seat next to me

If I'm gonna get to know her, I should be able to hear her

"So, how long have you known Hobi?"

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"Pictures Jungkook", Namjoon says as he walks by us

"Yeah in a minute", I answer

I'm too engrossed in her story of how she won the tug of war for a PS5

She grabbed it first but someone tried to take it from her

"The guy was strong but I wasn't letting go. It was mine. He knew it was mine. He keeps saying that I'm a girl so I don't need it"

Idiot

I hate when guys think girls aren't gamers

I know lots of girls, online of course, who play games better than guys

And I discovered she is one

I discovered a lot of things about her while we talked

Her friendship with Hobi, her job as a video game designer, her likes, dislikes, favorite things

I already know her favorite video games are the assassin Creed series

I know she loves old games like Mario

I know she loves Pokemon and her favorite is Charmander

Her favorite color is black, she likes makeup, she loves chocolate especially Reese's, she lives in PJs, she's a black belt in taekwondo, she lives in a small studio apartment, she moved here from the U.S., her parents are both Norwegian, she has no siblings and she has a boy German shepherd named Rexy

She's so cool and for once I'm glad I listened to Jin

"Did you curse him out?", I ask

"Yes. He hit my hand to make me let go and I punched him in the face. That made him let go of the PS5"

"You punched....no way!"

She nods, "He hit me first. There were witnesses. One guy said he was going to deck him if I already hadn't. That's how I got my PS5."

"You are amazing", I gape, "Seriously so bad ass"

She smiles shyly, blushing, "Thanks"

I nod just as Namjoon screams my name

I snap my gaze to him, "I'm coming!"

"I'll go with you", she says, "If you want"

I nod, "I want"

Standing, I take her hand, tugging her along with me

As I pose for pictures, I see her taking some too

When we're done, I go back to her

"Lemme see", I ask, gesturing to her phone

She blushes but shows me the pictures she took

A lot is just of me

One where I'm doing Tae's peace sign, one doing the rock sign

As I scroll I find a picture of me sitting at the table waiting for her when she went to the bathroom

I show her the picture, my eyebrows raised

"You looked cute", she shrugs helplessly

I smile, seeing how cute she is

"It's a nice picture", I say, handing her the phone back

Standing in a minute of silence, I ask, "Dance?"

"Uh. I don't really-"

"Please?"

She hesitates then nods

Taking her near the guys, I face her, starting to move little steps

She just stands there, her face on fire

"C'mon Jo. You can move. Just go side to side"

I show her, doing an exaggerated dance, making her crack a smile

She starts to move with me and I nod encouragingly

We keep dancing and she starts moving her feet too

As I watch her, I notice she can dance, I just think she's too self conscious

I can fix that

I offer her some of my wine and she shakes her head

"It's just a little", I encourage

She bites her lip then reaches for my glass

She sips some, smiling at me

I'm surprised that I'm having a lot of fun with her

I still want to fuck her, no doubt about that but I am having fun

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After a few more drinks, we're both loosened up

Not drunk but loose

"Kookie", she giggles as I do exaggerated faces and silly moves, twisting my body around

"Like my moves?", I ask, wiggling my eyebrows

"They're very nice", she snorts

"I don't think you can look away", I tease her

"Yeah, it's like a train wreck. I can't look away"

I pout as the song ends

"Fine", I sigh dramatically, grabbing my drink, "No more dancing"

Instead I lay down on the small stage, on my back, my knees up, holding my glass

"Jungkook get up", she laughs

I giggle shaking my head

"C'mon", she says, coming over and taking my hand, pulling me towards her

Instead, I pull her to me and she tumbles on top of me

"Oof", she says, her upper body on my chest, "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you"

"Pft no, you're not heavy", I answer, moving on my elbow

"Yeah well I'm sorry anyway", she says, her face so close to mine

"It's fine", I say, my eyes moving to her lips

So pretty, so pink

I wonder if they're as smooth as they look

Without thinking, I close the distance between us, pressing my lips against hers

As soon as I do it's like everything in my world changes, everything flips

Holy shit

She kisses me back, her arms moving around my neck

"Guys", Hobi interrupts

We pull away as I look up at him

"Take this in the back room where there's no cameras", he says, warning in his voice

Right, shit

I so don't need this leaked anywhere

Hobi helps her up as I get up

"Don't be so stupid", he growls in my ear before walking away

"Jungkook-"

"Come with me", I say, taking her hand

She nods and I lead her to the dressing room we all got ready in

Closing the door behind us, I face her moving closer

The second my lips touch hers, heat runs though my body

Jesus, her kiss is amazing

I kiss her harder, sliding my tongue in her mouth

She responds, her arms going around my neck, pulling me against her

Kissing her wildly, I roll my hips into her, my hard cock moving against her

Her hand fists my hair in the back of my head, pushing her hips into me too

As we hump each other, I slide my hands under her shirt, feeling her soft skin

She moans softly, pressing her body harder against mine

"We don't have to", I say, kissing her neck

I can't believe I'm saying this

I can't believe I'm not trying to take her clothes off yet

I want to fuck her but I'm not going to force her

I want her to want me too

"I...I want to", she says, breathlessly

"Are you sure?", I ask, still checking

"Yes, fuck yes"

"Good", I answer, finally moving my hands down, opening her pants as she kicks her boots off

I pull them and panties down while her hands shoves my Tshirt off

"Jesus", she breathes, looking at me

She bites her lower lip as she runs her hands gently on my chest, shoulders and stomach

My body trembles against her touch especially when she starts peppering kisses all over me

It feels so good

I start kissing her neck, pulling her shirt up and touching her body, her skin is so smooth and soft

And warm under my hands

I move my hands up more and more, pulling her shirt off

She immediately unbuckles my belt, pulling down my pants and boxers

I kick my shoes and clothes off, then undo her bra, pushing her against the wall

I lift her leg around me, kissing her as I touch her cunt

"Fuck you're dripping. Want me this much huh?"

She nods, whimpering softly

"You'll get me baby. I'm gonna fuck you so good"

I push my head into her and start to slip inside her slowly, inch by inch

"Fuck", she moans, grabbing my arms tightly

"Oh my God", I whimper, as I bottom out, her incredibly tight pussy spasming around my cock, "You feel so fucking good"

She feels amazing

I've never been with anyone as tight as she is, who I fit into as well as I fit in her

I start moving, in and out, feeling her tiny cunt open for me over and over, pleasure instantly running through me

I fucking love how she feels

And I love how she's clinging to me, her body right against mine

"Jungkook", she moans

I never knew I'd love hearing my name be called so much

"God Joanne, you're fucking perfect for me", I praise her, "Such a tight, wet, warm cunt for me. Perfect fit"

She really is

"Fuck Kookie, you're ppppp.....pppp....perfect for me too", she stammers, "you feel so..so....fuck"

God, I like that I'm giving her so much pleasure that she can't talk

I grab her ass, holding her as close to me as I can, slamming hard in her

"Oh god Kookie, fuck harder!", she yells

Yes, fuck yes

Grabbing her other leg, I hold her against the wall, going harder and faster, plunging my cock deep inside her cunt

"Jungkook, oh shit, Jungkook", she shouts, "I'm gonna cum!"

Fucking pure pleasure runs through me as she tightens on my cock, coming as soon as she finishes speaking, shaking and gripping my body so tightly

"Holy shit Joanne!", I yell, "Oh my God it feels so good. It feels so good"

Having a girl cum on me has never felt so amazing

Never been this good

And all I know is I want to feel it again

I keep slamming inside her over and over, listening to her shouts

"Jungkook, oh god Jungkook. You fuck.... your cock, you ..you're amazing!" she shouts

"Yeah baby? You like it?", I smirk

She nods, holding tightly onto me

I slam inside and I hit her spot that makes her scream and shake in my arms

"Oh fuck Jungkook", she screams, "Yes, yes, YES!"

Fuck, I never had any girl react like this to me

Just the way she's screaming and clinging on me is everything

"There baby?", I smirk again, "You like it there?"

I slam against her spot again, hard

"YES!", she shouts

I keep moving, making sure I get that spot every single time

"C'mon, be a good girl and cum", I urge her

She's right there and I just want to feel it again

"Oh god, oh god, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!", she screams, exploding on me

Fuck

Jesus, she feels so good and the pleasure is so intense, I'm struggling to keep standing

I adjust my hands, lifting her higher, slamming her against the wall

Shit, I didn't mean to do that

"More Kookie, I want more of you", she whines

"You can have me whenever you want baby", I groan, starting to thrust in her again

"Fuck Jungkook!"

God I love her screaming my name

"Scream louder baby. I want to hear you"

"Jungkook!", she screams louder, listening to me, "Harder Jungkook, harder! Fuck me harder! Ruin me on your cock"

Oh I will

I pound in her more forcefully, feeling her cunt clench me over and over, her slippery grip on my cock so tight

"Oh shit, you feel so good Kookie", she moans, putting her face in my neck

Her hands move to my upper arms and she grips me so fucking hard

But it feels so good at the same time so it doesn't hurt

I feel her pussy starts to throb uncontrollably and I'm so excited for her orgasm

"Yeah baby, you gonna cum baby girl?", I moan, "I feel you want to"

"Yes I want to Kookie. Fuck, make me. Please", she pleads, "I want to cum on you"

Fucking hell, she's making it hard for me to not cum

"Fuck Jo, I want you to cum on me too baby. You feel so fucking incredibly good when you do"

"Yeah? You like it baby?", she asks

"I love it. I had it twice and I already want it so much more. All the time", I murmur, "So give me baby"

Thrusting into her spot, she screams my name, her body shuddering against me and her hands squeezing my arms so damn hard

"Oh fuck baby", I yell, feeling the mind blowing pleasure

She rides out her orgasm on my cock and I pull out when she's done, setting her down

"But...but-", she babbles

Moving my mouth to her ear, I tell her, "I'm gonna eat your pussy"

"I...uh...what?", she asks, her confusion so cute

"I'm gonna eat your pussy", I repeat, "See I've been imagining what you taste like since you walked into the fucking party"

I move my hands down to her cunt, running my fingers on her

Fuck she's so wet

"And I want my mouth here", I tell her, "I want to see if you're as good as I think you are"

"Fff..fuck", she whimpers

"So I guess the question you have to answer is are you gonna let me eat this cunt?"

"Yes, fuck Jungkook, yes"

"Good girl", I praise her, then kiss her cheek before dropping to my knees

Excitedly, I open her legs, her cunt so cute, so pink and so wet

I run my tongue along her pussy once, making her moan

I never wanted to eat a girl out more than I want to eat her out

I start to lick her pussy quickly, sliding up and down, tasting her juice

"Fuck you taste so fucking good", I tell her, swallowing her juice while I feel it run down my neck

"Jungkook", she yells, her hand going in my hair, pulling

I'm so surprised at how good it feels and that I'm letting her as I don't like people touching my hair

But with her I'm more than ok with it

Swirling my tongue around her, her legs start shaking and she starts to fall down

"Stay up baby", I say

"I can't. I can't", she moans, "It feels too good Kookie. Your tongue feels so good. I can't"

I really like that

I like that my tongue makes her feel so much pleasure that she can't stand up

I pull away, standing up and she whines so loudly

Then I grab her and pick her up

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J POV

He picks me up, carrying me to the table in here and lays me on it on my back

I watch him pull a chair to me, sitting down, immediately spreading my legs open wide, putting his hands on my inner thighs and holding my legs open

I feel his tongue slide up my pussy again, slowly

Pleasure hits me fast, making me shake

I still can't believe this is happening

I had sex with Jungkook

Jungkook from BTS

And he was fucking amazing

Not that I thought he wouldn't be

And now he's actually eating me out

And his tongue, fuck, he knows how to use it

My mind is blown

I can't believe he wants me like this

A nobody

"Fuck, baby you feel good against my tongue", he groans, "So wet, I love it"

Jesus Christ

He loves it?

I can't...this is insane

He licks my clit and I can't help but whimper, my hand burying in his hair

"Hmm my girl likes it there?", he teases

I nod, "Yeah"

He keeps licking my clit over and over, the tip of his tongue rubbing the same spot

"Kookie, fuck", I moan

God it feels so good, his tongue working me so well, pressing hard so I can feel everything

"Gonna cum baby?", he asks

"Mmmm"

I can't talk

The pleasure is turning my mind off

He puts his mouth around my clit and sucks

"FUCK!", I scream, my body arching from the table on it's own

"Good girl", he praises, then goes back to sucking

The pleasure is so intense, I can only feel

"Cum for me baby. I want to taste you", he pleads, "Please"

Is he really begging for my cum?

Goddamn that turns me on so much

"Give me", he begs

His next suck on my clit causes so much pleasure and I can't handle it

My body shakes hard and I cum so fucking hard, pulling his hair and screaming his name

I love screaming his name

"Jungkook!", I scream, "Oh god Jungkook"

He lets go of my clit, his tongue sliding down my pussy, while I cum

"Oh my God", he moans, licking over and over, "So fucking good baby girl"

"Www...what?", I breathe hard

Did he really just say what I think he said?

"Your cum tastes so fucking good", he repeats

Oh my god, he did say that

Holy mother of God

"Fuck baby can I have more?", he asks

"Yyyy...you....www....want...", I stammer

"More. Yeah baby", he says, sucking on my clit again, "Please?"

"Yyy...you can have anything you want"

He starts sucking my clit hard and fast, making me squirm under him from the pleasure

He switches to licking me, his tongue gliding all over me

"Oh Kookie, baby", I whimper

He slides his tongue inside my pussy, making my hips snap up into his face

"Oh shit", I yell

No one has ever done that to me before

I can't even describe how good it feels

"Baby likes my tongue in her pussy?", he teases

"Yes fuck, yes", I shout

"You want me to do it again?"

"Yes"

I feel his tongue slide back in and I fucking love it

He licks out and up my pussy then back down, going back in

I feel myself getting closer and closer with every lick

"Jungkook..fuck...I'm..I'm..", I whimper

"Cum baby", he says, then slides his tongue back in

I clench as hard on as much of his tongue that's in, coming all over it

He makes moaning noises while he licks and it's getting me so horny

I don't know how

I've never came this much and I've never just wanted more of someone

Only him

I just want to feel him inside, feel him move, feel his kisses, his hands grabbing me tightly, his skin on mine

I just want him

"Baby girl is so good", he moans, pulling away, "So fucking sweet"

"Yeah Kookie?"

He comes on on top of me, kissing me everywhere

"Yeah baby. I'm going to be thinking about how you taste all the time now", he murmurs

Oh damn

He pulls me up, helping me to stand

"I tasted you, it's only fair you taste me", he says, kissing my cheek

I mean it is fair

And I do wanna suck his cock

"Ok", I answer, dropping to my knees, licking his length automatically

"Fuck, baby", he moans

God his cock is so big, so thick and so hard, pretty veins along it

Moving my mouth around his head, I suck on it, keeping my tongue on the underside, licking as I go

His hand slips in my hair, gripping loosely, his head tilted back, eyes closed, moaning

God he's ethereal

And he looks like that because of me

God it's such a power trip

Breathing in through my nose, I push further on his cock, feeling the thickness open my mouth more

Jesus fuck, this thing fit inside me how?

And he bottomed out every time too

Sliding up and down his cock, suck too, loving how he feels in my mouth

Loving how he tastes, how every so often his cock throbs, loving the pretty sounds he's making

Every bob of my head, I take him a little more in

His head presses against the beginning of my throat and I choke

He immediately pulls back, concern on his face, "Are you ok?"

I nod, "Fine"

Taking him back in my mouth, I want to get him all in

I want to feel his huge cock in my throat

I've deepthroated before but none have been as big as him

I move him in to where his head is back at the beginning of my throat

I take a breath and push further, getting him in

I gag, with him telling me, "You don't have to baby. Don't hurt yourself"

Ignoring him, I keep taking him in, until I get him all in my throat

I suck on him softly, getting used to his size in my throat

It's not too bad once he's all in

"Baby, fuck. You're mouth is amazing"

If I could smile, I would

Moving my head, I start bobbing back and forth on his cock, fucking his cock into my throat

He yells in pleasure, my name coming from his mouth over and over, his fingers tightening in my hair

I continue pleasuring him, loving how his cock throbs in my throat

Why I love it, I can't tell you

I just do

"Baby, I can't. Fuck it feels so good, fuck"

I feel him move out of my mouth, his thighs shaking

"Open your mouth", he gasps

I do, sitting back on my legs

"Tongue out"

As soon as I do, he rubs the underside of his cock on my tongue over and over

"I'm gonna cum. Do you want to taste it or do you want me to cum down your throat?"

I want to taste it

Hands down

I need to know what he tastes like

"Taste", I manage to get out

"Fuck, good girl. When I cum, suck on my cock ok?"

I nod

I can do that

"Fuck, Joanne, fuck", he cries

I feel hot thick cum on my tongue and I immediately close my mouth around his length that's in my mouth, sucking hard

His taste hits me hard and oh my god, it's so good

Fuck, how does cum taste this good?

I don't know but I want fucking all of it

Sucking desperately, I swallow over and over, sucking everything out of his cock

"Mmmm", I moan

"Fuck you like it baby?"

I nod, still going at it hard

After a minute, he whimpers, "Stop"

I don't want to but I don't want to hurt him

Pulling off him, I'm shocked to see his cock hard

"Uh..."

"You're sucking baby. Got me hard again"

Oh damn

He helps me up and suddenly he shoves me on the table, climbing on top of me, kissing me deeply

"Can I go back in baby?", he asks

I nod, "I want you"

The smile he gives me takes my breath away as he moves on top of me

I wrap my arms around his back, pulling him against me, feeling his soft skin on mine

He kisses me, his lips so soft against mine, his tongue so good against mine, his lip ring cool against my lip

He runs his fingers up and down my body, heating every nerve

I move my hands along his back feeling his muscles through his skin

Jungkook has a reputation for being very strong and that reputation is true

I can feel the strength in him and it's fucking sexy

He wraps my legs around his waist, still kissing me as he pushes in

God, he feels so good

We both moan and my body lifts off the table, pressing into his

My body just wants to feel his and he grabs onto me, keeping me against him

He starts moving slowly, in and out, waves of pleasure rolling over me over and over

"Jungkook"

"Joanne, baby you feel so good. How do you feel so good?", he murmurs against my shoulder

"I.. I don't know Jungkook. But you feel incredible. No one has ever felt like you", I whimper

That's a fact

It's just too bad this is a one night stand and that's all he does

He moves faster and harder, making everything feel so much better

"No baby, no one has ever made me feel as good as you do", he groans, kissing me, "No one compares to you baby. No one"

It makes me feel good to hear that although I know he's just saying it in the moment

He thrust harder, slamming into me, making me scream

"Yeah baby girl. I love hearing you scream"

Pleasure crashes over me with every thrust

I start moving my hips up, meeting his thrusts and he goes in so much deeper

"Holy fuck!", he yells

I grab onto his arms again, squeezing tightly, the pleasure intense

One of his hands is gripping my thigh so hard as I tighten on his cock and he shouts in pleasure

"Oh my god baby. Don't let go. Please don't let go", he begs

I love that he's getting so much pleasure from being with me

His next slam makes me snap and I scream, coming on him again

"Good girl. Again baby girl", he urges

Jesus Christ he feels so good moving inside me

I don't want him to ever leave

"Please baby, I need it", he moans, pounding right into my spot again

"Jungkook! Oh god!"

He starts moving so fast, smashing into my spot over and over, while I move my hips up, making the slams even harder

"Jungkook!" I scream again, my orgasm exploding all over me

My body shakes hard against him and I can't stop it

Oh god it feels so good

"Baby!", he yells, "I....I can't baby. I want to cum baby. I want to cum inside you"

Fuck me I want that so much too

"Yes Jungkook, fill me up "

He shouts loudly as he cums hard, his body trembling on mine

"Joanne oh shit! Baby!"

I wrap my arms around him, holding him while he cums

I don't know how I can feel it, but I feel him coming and holy hell it feels good too

Everything he does feels good

When he finishes he collapses on top of me

I just hold him to me, kissing his neck and shoulder, running my fingers up and down his back

We lay there for a few minutes, until he stirs, lifting himself off me

"I'm sorry", he says, "I didn't mean to squish you"

"You didn't", I assure him

"Oh", he says, then holds his hands out to me

I give him mine and he pulls me to a sitting position

He looks at me with an unreadable expression before he looks away, turning to get his clothes, I guess

Tightening on his hand, I pull him back, making him face me

Pulling him closer, I run my fingers in his hair once then kiss him

It's not a hard, wild kiss

It's a soft gentle kiss, one I just want to feel before I never see him again

Pulling away, I avert my eyes, scooting over to the side and getting off the table

Heading to my clothes, I dress quickly and when I turn back to him, I see him pulling on his shirt, the last of his clothes to go on

Getting my phone out, I look at the time

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Jungkook POV

"Holy crap", she squeaks

"What?", I ask, startled

I don't know what I'm feeling right now

It's not something I feel after having sex

I want to hold her, fall asleep with her

I was almost out when I realized I was still on top of her

I've never fallen asleep with a girl I had sex with

Ever

This is the very first time I ever had a feeling that I want to

And that last kiss that just happened?

Totally blew my mind

I haven't been kissed softly or gently

It's always hard and rough because that's how the sex is

She just threw me for a huge loop

"It's 2am. Shit, I have to go. I have work tomorrow"

I just nod, ready not wanting her to leave

"I gotta find Hobi", she says

"Ok. Let's go", I answer

Getting back to the party, she beelines straight for Hobi

I watch her talk to him, smiling and giving him a big hug

I see her say 'I love you' to him and I instantly get jealous although I know it's friend love

I need to calm down

She kisses Hobi's cheek, then turns walking back to me

"So I'm gonna go", she says, "Thanks for hanging with me. And uh....um...you know. I had fun"

"Yeah me too"

"I guess I'll see you around"

"Yeah I'll see you", I say, feeling hesitant

She starts to turn around and I just speak, "So uh, can I have your number?"

She turns back to me, tilting her head, "Huh?"

"You're number", I repeat

She looks at me warily , "Oh uh look Jungkook, I'm not really a friends with benefits type of girl. I know we just....but I don't normally do that, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry but it can't be with me"

I nod, understanding completely

"Well it's a good thing I don't want a friends with benefits thing with you", I answer, "I want to date you"

Her eyes pop open in shock, "You want...really?"

I nod

Yeah I like her

A lot

I got to know her a little like Jin asked me too and all that did was make me want to know more about her

Makes me want to try and see if we'll work

"Yeah. I wanna go out with you. Take you on a date", I say, "And we don't have to have sex again until you're ready to. I can wait"

She just stares at me and I think that she may not want to date me

Maybe I just assumed

"If uh, you know that's what you want?"

"Of course that's what I want", she blurts, then slaps her hand over her mouth, her face so red

But honestly I'm just smiling at her reaction

"It is?", I ask shyly

"Yeah Kookie. I.... I always liked you. As a fan. You're my bias. Meeting you was like a dream come true. And everything else that happened....I never expected it. Not in a million years", she says softly, "And I guess...I'm hesitating because I can't believe that you'd want to date me. A nobody"

"You're not a nobody Jo", I tell her, "I'm not going to lie ok, when I first saw you all I wanted was to fuck you. But Jin suggested I get to know you because you're not just any girl. You're Hobi's best friend. And I never listen to any of the guys but you have no idea how happy I am that I listened this time. I got to know you a little and all I want is to know more about you. I really really like you and I want to see where this with us can go"

She smiles and it really is beautiful

"Yeah Jungkook, I'd like that too"

I smile at her too, in relief and excitedness

We exchange phone numbers and say bye for now

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips

"I'll call you", I promise her

She nods, smiling, "Ok"

She kisses my cheek, then walks to the exit

I watch her and I know I have the goofiest smile on my face

I'm gonna call her tomorrow

I can't wait to take her out and spend more time with her

I think I may have just found the girl for me

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 2 years

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Sincerely,Your Love Riri

Riri x Hbcu New Girl Black Fem

Summary:When becoming the new girl in the college you start to meet the girl everyone warns you not talk to go to

Authors Note:Been in my drafts for a hot minute

Taglist: @tuesdaylovesu(wifey Fr) @niaalove @adeola-the-explorer @lunax0654 @yvxmpire @letitias-fav @atssukoo @shuriislut @shuri-my-love @ziayamikaelson @writesbyriri @womenlxver @xxmilli @randomhoex @malltake12 @secretgyals @2k7-sparkles @saintwrld @taiiunknown

Part 1: Class

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Y/n's POV

You had been new to campus, which made you "popular". A lot of people started to tell you not to go to a girl named riri. The reason on why was stupid "don't go to her because she can be very mean" . It sounded like a 5 year old giving reason to not like someone.

You where walking around to find your class . Even though you were “popular” nobody helped you,Not even once. “So where tf am I know” you say as you look up from the map. You walk over to a table where a girl and some books .”not to inarupt you but can you give me a tour” You ask the girl as she looks up from her phone.”umm not- Actually yeah why not I have nothing else to do “ at first the girl was about to decline your offer but she said yes.

As you and riri began to start the tour the school people begin to give you guys looks. “Why are those people giving looks” you ask her confused. “Most people don’t fuck with me because I messed up a popular guys grade and they think I’m mean” she exclaims she seemed unfazed about people not liking her and you liked that about her.

“Well you know this but this the cafeteria”She says with a nod and you guys began to walk to the next area. Riri points at a door “this Mr.Hogs Arts History class “ you begin to hum as a response. On the other side we Ms.Marello With History. Riri starts to walk and you follow.

For the next couple of classes you and riri missed you guys where enjoy the time together. You guys made jokes and you learnt about Some teachers. You knew missing classes on the first day was a bad impression but you happened to let the headmaster know . You said you and a student would miss class. You just never told her which student it would be.

“Thx for the tour riri it was nice to do it with you I’ll see you later right “ you ask confused on what she might say .”yeah I’ll see you” Riri responds and she begins to walk off and than a stop. “Wait what’s you name “ she asks without looking back. “Y/n” I respond happy . “See you around y/n”

Riri’s Pov

As I leave her I thought she was a pretty cool person.She was a one of kinda girl. I haven't meet someone like her. I mean it's not like I really talk to people other than mj my mom and shuri but still.

“Mj I'm telling you she's my match she's the girl I want to sing sure thing to “ I tell her she rolls her eyes. “Your a fucking simp you just met the girl “ mj says. Although she was right in many ways I didn't know what I want and that's her. “Mj she’s different I know it “ I exclaim. Mj begins to hmm as a response just like y/n. “I will protect her no matter what” I say begin demanding. “Ok stalker “ Mj says as she ends with a laugh. “I can’t stand you dude” .

No Pov

Y/n and riri did see each other after the first meeting but they never talked . They would exchange friendly gestures and words by never had a full conversation. This caused riri to get a little suspicious on where y/n stands. Riri began to get defensive over y/n and caused threats to people who would say something rude . She also pushed people away so there relationship would get stronger.

Mj saw this as the first stage of Riri becoming crazy . “This is no way to have her talk to you more “. At the beginning riri was in denial and didn’t listen to mj .

Y/n’s Pov

You where at lunch with you friend Sam.You had a couple more classes for the day . But you needed a answer to a question that’s been wondering in your mind recently. Right know you had the right person with you to ask the question. “Girl these people are dropping me like flies” you say confused. “Girl that’s because of that riri girl” she says with attitude. “Fuck you mean” you ask her still confused knowing little to know knowledge on what she is talking about. “You didn’t know “ she asks obviously knowing the answer. “If I knew why would I be so confused and concerned “ you say getting annoyed with her . “Well riri has been threatening people with bad grades to stop talking to you “ the friend says . You knew she was being messy but at least you know why people stopped.”I’ll see you later I got class” you say as a particularly excuse.You leave the lunch table and begin to head to your class about 20 minutes earlier. You did it so you could possibly avoid people .

You walk in the classroom expecting nobody to be their. Yet you see the back of riri you begin to turn hoping she didn’t hear you come in . “Hello y/n” she says as she turns to face you . You roll your eyes as you turn around.

“Excuse me we are on lockdown we don’t know how long but don’t go anywhere we will let you know when to leave “

However long this lockdown will either be the best or the worst

#riri williams fanfic #riri williams fluff #riri williams x reader #ririxyn #riri williams #riri x reader #riri imagine #ironheart fanfic #ironhearxyn #ironheart

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pancake-breakfast · 1 year

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Ooooh, I'm actually trying to get ahead of the game this week! Look at me goooooo!!!

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 4, Chapters 3-5 below.

Chapter 3: Bottom of the Dark

Meryl title page! Hooray!

LOLOLOL, didn't these boys just get out of the hospital?? Now they're back in for, what, dehydration??? Shouldn't have snuck off without the girls.

Are the girls eating steam buns? Steam buns are awesome! But a pain to cook in hot weather.

Looks like they're sorting through their own things.

GIANT HAND!!! Noooooooo

Dude. This fake big-hands man is a creep. He needs to let Chun-Li go.

Ohhhh, he's doing that thing they do where they add weird suffixes to their speech. SIGH. English speakers don't understand these things.

THIRTEENTH!??!? What happened to the other 12??? Fly up into heaven??? What, does he throw them in the sky???

Stun-Gun Milly, here to save the day!

And Meryl as backup!

She is very tiny. It's unfortunate they're in a world where her being small makes such a defense a necessity... but it's also a nice parallel to her character. Small, but sufficient for the task at hand. Maybe even more than sufficient.

WORM

Yup, it's Zazie!

AJL:FJ:LALJ:DSF:H:KJh:LKASJ WHYYYYY IS ZAZIE LIKE THIS?!?!?! D: D: D: Friggin... 15,000 worms in a meat suit.... *shudder shudder shudder*

LOL, the boys both look like they've checked themselves out of hospitals AMA before and aren't too thrilled about being caught this time.

Vash, just giving away their money so they can leave. TBH, not a bad plan considering how inadvisable him lingering anywhere is.

Heh, Vash is calling Wolfwood out again. He trusts the girls. Even if it might make the situation a bit tricky. They're more resourceful than they look and he knows it.

Ugh, he's so lonely and so grateful that they care about him enough to stick with him. And Wolfwood here sounds like his overly cautious wife.

Midvalley and Hoppered, having a heart-to-heart. I'm starting to see why they get along so well.

Ohhhh, Hoppered has a beef with Vash.

Unsubtle metaphors about walking into darkness. I'll allow it.

The worms really are pretty at night.

Did Meryl just get abducted by worms?!?!

Chapter 4: Den of Evil

Milly title page! Always good to see more of the girls!

Milly found the boys.

Oh, no! Someone take care of her!

Dang, Stampede just straight up took that elevator inspiration from here, didn't they?

Mmm, delicious delicious worms.

Hahahahaha, Zazie doesn't understand "hostage." Zazie understands "bait."

Vash the Stampede's followers? Rude. Just because she's literally following him doesn't mean she deserves so distant a title.

Props to Meryl. She has this twisted monster looming over her, a weird worm-controlling kidnaper, and a shady man in a fancy suit all surrounding her, and what does she do? She starts DEMANDING ANSWERS from them. This woman has a serious pair.

Awww, Milly is soooo upset. They're keeping guard on her while she's supposed to be sleeping, but she's just can't manage it.

Zazie, creeping outside of windows....

Vash doesn't even wait to hear the other side of Zazie's deal.

Gods, they are such dorks.

That's one big worm.

I don't know what the Japanese characters are for ryutsu or juukei in the original here, but I just want to note that one possible definition for "juukei" is "execution by firing squad." (No, I didn't know that off the top of my head. I got curious and looked it up.)

All these imposing city shots, and then at the bottom, Vash and Wolfwood.

Not great. That means there are more hostages here than just Meryl.

Lower and upper class crammed together means something went wrong.

Milly may not have been featured in the shot above, but she's tagging along, too!

Wolfwood's looking forward to a bit of murder today, I see.

Hahahahaha, <3 Milly. She will not be sidelined. Her and Wolfwood are giving Vash a headache. Personally, I have mixed feelings on the matter. Like, Milly is super-competent, and this is important to her, but if they spend more time protecting her than rescuing Meryl, it's worse than useless for her to come along.

Holy hell. Did not expect girl to pull her gun on Wolfwood.

Vash has a point. Leaving her behind does not, in fact, guarantee her safety here.

Hoppered, that looks painful. Your body looks painful. See a better chiropractor, please.

Chapter 5: Wild Crying Bullet

Three? I thought there were... hmmm... *goes back to check* Ok, so: - Monev the Gale (1) and E.G. Mine (2) went down before they made it to Jenora Rock. - Dominique the Cyclops (3) went down right before Fifth Moon. - After Fifth Moon, they ran into Rai-Dai (4), then Leonov the Puppetmaster (5) and Gray the Ninelives (6). - Then we have Zazie the Beast (7), Midvalley the Hornfreak (8), and Hoppered the Gauntlet (9) here right now. - And we have Wolfwood (10). That means we're missing two out of the 12. So there's a good chance that either Wolfwood doesn't know about the other two, or they were brought in after Wolfwood was sent out. Wolfwood's not an idiot, but it's not like he was privy to Livio's conversation with Vash about there being 12 coins. I suppose one could assume Livio and Knives are the last of those 12, but the way the coins are presented implies both those two are exempt from Gung-Ho Gun status. Also, those who've watched Stampede might be able to take a guess at who we're missing.

Oooof, Midvalley's gonna be a rough fight.

Hoppered might be a bullet, but Vash is a gun. Hehehehehehhhh...

Heh, Wolfwood can't call anyone by their actual name.

He looks genuinely concerned when he catches sight of Midvalley.

Epic Midvalley shot.

Oh, no. Wolfie, that's gotta hurt...

Not good. Wolfwood's already down.

Vash knows.

?? Hoppered is just... giving him the coins? Who is the second coin from? Midvalley??

Oh, no, Milly! Get it together, girl! You can do it!

Yeah, Vash was never very keen on Legato's weird fetch quest.

AAAAHHHHH, EPIC WOLFWOOD SHOT!!! OUR BOY'S NOT DOWN YET!!!!

(When I talk about trying to gnaw off my own limb over fandom stuff, that two-page spread above is basically what my heart looks like.)

Heh, Midvalley didn't expect this.

I honestly don't know how Hoppered concluded that Vash is enjoying what he's doing right now. He's mostly looks focused and angry to me.

LOL, Zazie just chilling, watching the fireworks.

Oddly, Meryl is probably in the safest place she could be right now.

Meryl is getting caught up on Vash lore.

Oh, no. News that Knives is nearby is very not good.

Yusssss, gives us the exposition, Zazie!!! Next time, I mean. I'm good for tonight.

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10 || Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6 || Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Volume 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Volume 4: Covers + 1-2

#trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 4 #pancake thoughts

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frozenhi-chews · 27 days

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Though I am studying this like a bug

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mamamittens · 1 year

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Congrats~! This is for the milkshake event if possible ;u; “Hi! Buggy and I would like a toffee milkshake with cookies and cherries on top. And a red bean mochi as well please! Add pineapple upsidedown cake as well if you have some, if not thats okay!The order is under my nickname Pia, I'm a very plain but kind 25+ girl which brown hair, green eyes, pale skin. I just started growing my hair out and stopped wearing my glasses to avoid looking too nerdy. Thank you!

Done! One more to go!

I uh... wasn't sure who was supposed to get oral, so both of you get it. And it's longer cause I ended up moving scenes and thought a bit of car sex sounded hot, ig.

Hope you don't mind what is likely a slight change of order. Or the delay!

Warnings: Implied yandere/possessive behavior, dom Buggy, Oral (male and female receiving), technically public sex, guided masturbation, talk about sexual fluids in coffee but not done, and technically car oral sex but it's on the hood? idk, I'm sure there's a name for that somewhere.

Word Count: 2,897

Pia hadn’t expected to enjoy her time as a barista in a quaint coffee shop. The sea of terms and ingredients and ‘secret menu items’ making her dizzy during her first few weeks. But it brought in rent money and that’s what really mattered at the end of the day. Even with how insufferable her coworker was, she found herself enjoying the routine.

Never quite the same every day, but still somehow predictable nonetheless.

Buggy—yes, that was his name and he almost deserved it—was the strangest man she’d ever met. Weirdly pretentious but insecure about his nose, he was constantly butting into her conversations as she tried to make good tips. Usually by just being a bit too nice to people. It ended up with a lot of paper slips in her personal tip jar that Buggy would ruthlessly fish out and shred in the garbage while glaring at whoever was brave enough to try.

“How about you tip something actually worth something for once?” Buggy sneered at an older man who ordered a black coffee and seemed a bit too proud of the fact for someone ordering at an artisanal coffee shop. He’d also put in a single, solitary dollar so Pia was uninterested in leaping to the embarrassed man’s defense.

Buggy never stole her tips though, so she didn’t care about the numbers she never got to read. She personally thought it was stupid to put them in the tip jar as well. It only took up room that actual money could be using and discouraged people from tipping her more cash.

“Are you going to insult every customer that tips poorly?” Pia asked curiously about halfway through her shift with him.

Buggy snorted, yanking his ponytail to tighten the elastic, vivid blue hair curling around his fists.

“They earned it. If they’re going to be obnoxious the least they can do is make it worth your while. Anything less than a twenty deserves to be trashed!” Pia whistled.

“Wow. So how many numbers have you kept?” Pia asked curiously. Buggy gave her a confused look. “You made a rule about it, Bugs. Of course I’m assuming you’ve gotten some before.” His face flushed and he refused to look at her suddenly. Pia cackled, almost commenting when the bell jingled in the doorway. A small group walking in and cheerfully chatting away.

“Hey! What fine, cup of art can I make for you today?” Buggy declared, throwing his arms wide and forcing her to duck suddenly. Pia glared at him and resolved to tease him ruthlessly about either his lack of numbers or abundance of them.

Hey, Buggy was weird, but there was no denying he was attractive. Eyes and jaw sharp under the shadow of an ever-present scowl despite his bright red nose. Or perhaps because of it. Unfairly beautiful blue hair that inspired her to grow hers out from a pixie cut. When she first started working here, Pia felt like a forgotten background character. Some poor nerd intended to sulk in the back of a booth instead of serving foam latte art.

This feeling was made worse by how plain she felt with her large glasses. Having done away with those in favor of contacts, Pia had gotten several compliments on her green eyes. Buggy huffed about it for a whole week though so Pia assumed it was because she had a better chance of getting tipped instead of him. It certainly seemed the case because he was now very watchful of how much people tipped her.

When the group left, Pia turned on her heel and grinned.

“So.” She smiled and Buggy huffed, turning his back to wash out some cups.

“No.”

“No? You’re really going to gatekeep how successful you are, Bugs?” Pia teased, hugging him from behind. He tensed, neck red as he growled.

“Clean the damn tables, Pia!”

“Alright, alright! I’ll go clean the tables~ No need to lose your head about it!” Pia declared, pulling away to do her assigned task. Nearly the rest of the shift was tense and awkward as night fell. A few more people wandering in until it was nearly time to close.

Buggy clicked his tongue, glaring at the clock as he walked over and locked the door. Switching off the welcome sign as he did so. Clouds had rolled in a few hours ago and slowly gathered overhead until a steady drizzle pattered against the glass.

“Huh. Looks like a proper storm rolling in. You got a ride home, Pia?” Buggy asked over his shoulder as she wiped down the tables and put up the chairs to sweep and mop.

“Nope. You know I’m still saving up for a new car, Bugs.” Pia declared. He clicked his tongue.

“Fine. We’ll finish cleaning up and I’ll give you a ride.”

“Thanks, Bugs!” Pia beamed, receiving an eyeroll. She glanced at her tip jar and laughed. “Hah! Looks like you missed one! Guess I’ll keep it then.” Pia smiled, fishing out the slip of paper wedged between bills.

Buggy whipped his head around and hissed, stomping over to try and swipe it. But Pia held it away, angling her body to block him.

“Throw that trash away!” Buggy sneered.

“No, why should I? What if I think he was cute?” Pia asked, laughing at how disgusted Buggy looked.

“Cute?! No one who came in today was cute! Are you really going to take some random guy’s number—do you even know who it was?!” Buggy demanded, pulling her against his chest to try and yank her arm closer.

“No… but I know how I can find out~!” Pia sang, laughing as that only seemed to rile him up more. “Man, you’re really bothered about it, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am! That sleeze doesn’t need to talk to you at all!” Buggy snarled, finally yanking her arm close enough to pluck the paper from her grasp. He promptly swallowed it whole.

“Buggy! That’s so gross!”

He seemed to think so as well, given how he grimaced immediately.

“Worth it. Remember, no less than a twenty to even consider keeping his number.” Buggy declared. Pia laughed.

“Where’s my money?” Pia asked. Buggy paused, eyes narrowed. “You know, for keeping yours.” Pia teased.

Buggy huffed.

“That doesn’t count. I’m actually trustworthy of having it. Unlike the losers that come in here panting after you.” He huffed.

“But I thought the privilege had to be earned? I don’t remember you doing anything for that!” Pia primly huffed.

“Actually, you gave me your number first. So really, you owe me.” Buggy stated and his eyes widened in shock.

“Ohoh~? I owe you, huh? What’s it going to take then? What’s Buggy’s price if mine’s a twenty? Fifty? A hundred?” Pia pushed. He flushed, squeezing her closer before realizing what he had done and stumbling back.

“W-Why’s my price going up?! Shouldn’t it be going down?” Buggy asked, flustered.

“Because you’re a catch, Bugs. Duh.” Pia rolled her eyes and sauntered off for a broom in the back.

“A catch?! WHAT?!” Buggy thundered after her into the storage closet, slamming the door behind him. “What do you mean by that?!”

Pia wrinkled her nose.

“Where’s the riddle, Bugs? I said what I said.” Pia stepped back only to hit a shelf, Buggy’s hand slipping around her waist to keep her steady.

For a moment, Pia didn’t realize why he’d stopped talking. Too busy looking at the floor where rags and cleaning bottles littered the floor. The room smelling strongly of bleach.

“Would you?”

Pia looked up at Buggy.

“Would I what?”

“Catch me? S-Since I’m a catch, does that mean—I mean—are you?” Buggy asked, even in the dim light she could see how red his face was.

Pia realized how close they were. How private the supply closet was.

“…If a ‘sleaze’ has to earn the right for me to keep their number, does that mean I should be doing something so you keep mine?” Pia asked coyly. Buggy rubbed his hand over her back, eyes narrowing with understanding.

“You feeling ‘sleazy’ about me, Pia?” Buggy whispered. “We’re coworkers but that’ll cost you… extra.”

Pia chuckled softly, slowly falling to her knees. Her eyes never leaving his as she searched for a sign he didn’t want this.

“Then I guess I better get started on your tip.” Pia smiled and Buggy let out a ragged breath.

“Y-You better.” Buggy breathed out as he tossed away his apron while she slipped off his belt. Tugging his work pants to his ankles along with his boxers.

His cock sprang free with dark blue curls around the base. Thick and curved, the head was flushed a deep red. His hands shook as he cupped her face, grinding the leaking tip across her cheek. She pressed her lips to it and blew softly, chuckling when he visibly shuddered.

“Y-Yeah, b-better be your best work for such a nice privilege, Pia.” Buggy sighed as she slipped her tongue under the heavy tip, sucking it slowly into her mouth. “Ssssshit~!”

His cock throbbed as she gripped his thighs as she rolled her tongue over his cock. Wetting it to slip past her lips with lewd, damp sounds. The thick veins throbbed under her lips as she slowly took him deeper. Relaxing her jaw as his tip dragged over the roof of her mouth before bending to the back of her throat. His breathing harsh and rapid while he struggled to speak.

“F-Fuck, Pia please, I-I—hnnngh~ a-ah!” Buggy whined, his thighs tensing as his pubic hair started to tickle her nose, hips shoving his cock into the hilt suddenly. His hands gripped her head, pinning her in place as he moaned noisily. “W-What a fucking mouth! P-Pia~!” Buggy slowly pulled his cock free from her slick lips and fed his cock back to her lips. Gently fucking her moaning throat.

He tasted salty and warm, a musky growing as his cock leaked over her tongue.

“H-How good of a tip are you giving me? I-I’m about t-to—ooooh shit!” Buggy whined as she gripped his thighs and pulled his body to her. Smashing her nose into his crotch as he threw back his head with a long, low moan. Cock pulsing over her tongue as she swallowed down his cum. “T-Too good, P-Pia! Aaaah it’s too good!”

Despite his protests, he allowed her to finish him off. Both of them gasping for air when she final relinquished him.

“Good enough, Bugs?” Pia asked, batting her eyelashes demurely. Buggy shook his head and a fire of excitement settled in her chest. “No?”

“Too good…” Buggy panted. “I owe you change. But first, let’s move this somewhere I don’t feel my braincells dying.” Buggy smirked.

“Where? This is the only place without cameras and I doubt you want to talk to the manager about committing lewd acts in the workplace.” Pia commented breezily, helping him pull up his pants and tucking his still hard cock back in place. He paused at that. “You forgot about the cameras, didn’t you?” Buggy hissed before something occurred to him.

He grinned, opening the door.

“Let’s clean up and we can go to my apartment.” Buggy declared. “If you do a good job, I can pay you back there.”

Pia’s heart thundered and she raced off with a broom, his laugh following her in a sharp burst.

She’d never cleaned up so fast before in her life. The rest of the closing duties completed by Buggy who seemed just as eager to get out of there.

But when they left, racing to get out of the rain, Buggy clicked his tongue. Stopping her from getting in the passenger side.

“Back. I want to see you without taking my eyes off the road for too long.” Needless to say, she complied. Buckling into the middle seat as he started driving slowly through the rain. “Touch yourself for me but don’t take anything off. I want you wet when I pull into the garage without getting a ticket for public indecency.”

Pia grinned, leaned back in her seat and slipped her pants down just enough for her hand. Her fingers dragged across her clit into a pool of wetness that clung to her panties.

“I’m already wet, Bugs.” Pia informed him quietly. Buggy glanced back at her through the rearview mirror with a smug look.

“Like my cock that much, huh? Still not good enough. I need to hear you from up here.” Buggy commanded. “Make a mess and you’ll get more than just a tip.”

Pia moaned, instinctively rubbing her clit as she struggled to maintain her cool.

“Oh? Like hearing me tell you what to do? I knew you learned well for a reason. I guess it’s time for some extra training~” Buggy cooed, smirk never leaving his lips. “You rubbing your clit for me? Good. Keep doing it. Slide your hand in deeper—deeper, that’s it~ warm your pretty fingers. I bet your pussy is hot right now, isn’t it?” Buggy sat up to look at her lap. Her legs splayed open as she fingered herself to his command.

“Y-Yeah~” Pia agreed softly, sinking her ring finger in deep, heart pounding against her chest.

“How many fingers are you warming up back there?” Buggy asked huskily.

“O-One…”

He clicked his tongue.

“Make it three. Now.” Pia jumped, jamming two more in with a moan. “Gotta work my pretty pussy a little more. We’re almost there. Now, I want you to fuck your hand for me, Pia. Tell me how good it feels to do what I say.”

Her whole palm was soaked, three fingers jammed into the tight, cramped space as she moaned. The meat of her palm grinding against her clit as she rolled her hips up.

“I-It feels good, Buggy. I’m so wet but I can barely fit my fingers. I know you’d do it better though—oooh~!” Pia whined as Buggy abruptly tapped the breaks at a stop sign. She could hear her hand slip and smack over her cunt. “A-Are we close? I-I need it to be cloo—ooooh~!”

Buggy huffed.

“Saying shit like that will get you in trouble. Of course, I could do it better. I’m the only one that can do it right. But I wanted to see you try and get off for me. Can you, Pia? Keeping playing with my pussy, just a few more blocks and I’ll show you how it’s done right. Take off your pants. If you’re not soaking the leather, I’m taking you to your place.”

Pia moaned, struggling to kick her pants into the floor along with her shoes.

Just as Buggy pressed a button to open the garage—Pia barely registered the quiet neighborhood Buggy lived in—Pia spread her thighs and ground against the leather seat. Cunt slipping in a puddle of her arousal.

Buggy parked, closing the garage door with a click before turning around in his seat with a grin. Openly admiring how she stuffed her fingers back into her cunt to show she followed his command.

“I-Is this good enough?” Pia asked with a whine, rolling her hips into her palm as wet smacks filled the car.

Buggy unbuckled and leaned in to yank her hand free with a wet pop. Watching her cream stretch between her fingers and cunt before licking them clean.

His tongue was hot as it wrapped around her fingers, laving across her palm to lick up every drop of arousal.

His eyes locked with hers, dark and hungry.

“Oh, it’s perfect~” Buggy purred, reaching down to unbuckle her before clambering out of the car.

Dizzy, she stumbled after him, neglecting to grab her clothes. Only to be pulled and laid out across the hood of his car. Rain water soaking the back of her shirt and thighs as he parted her legs. Without another word, he swiped his tongue clear up her cunt.

“My pretty pussy, you don’t need those dirty numbers when you can call me anytime.” Buggy cooed into her sopping cunt before devouring her. His tongue driving between her folds and grinding into her clit.

Pia wailed, pulling his hair free as he ate her clean out.

“B-Buggy~! A-Aahhhn~oh~OH~!” Pia threw back her head as he drove his tongue into her cunt, utterly filling the space she struggled to breach with her own fingers. He pulled her waist closer to him as the sound of her wet pussy filled the garage. A wail cutting through the air as she squirted on his tongue.

Her senses cut out suddenly. Returning in waves of static as she trembled, still draped over Buggy’s car as he licked her quivering cunt delicately.

“—only cream I want from now on is right here. I should fix up a cup and let your cunt drip into it. Call it ‘Seventh Heaven’, how about that? Wanna be my little creamer?” Buggy chuckled into her pussy. “I’m the only one who gets to have this, you hear me?”

Pia whined, looking down to see him staring at her with an intense gaze.

“Y-Yeah…” She whispered hoarsely.

“Who owns this pussy? Who's the only one allowed to make you cream?” Buggy demanded, slowly dragging her down the hood until his cock pressed against her cunt.

“Y-You!”

He grinned sharply.

“Me.”

#shake date #one piece smut #buggy X OC #Buggy smut #yandere smut

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mydysfunctionalvampirefamily · 4 months

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"you aret not a goodly Christian woman"?!?! Ugh gross.

Of course puritans would be in purgatory.

Lol when you're all so hot you will seduce people in purgatory.

"a very soft squishy bottom" title of your sex tape! Booooom.

John trying to sound indignant while jumping for his phone. Amazing.

Oof when you're best defense is you're doing what you think is best, you're on unstable ground.

Then again I am biased against bad parents, so what do I know.

The fucking cop again???? He's mind controlled now probably.

Please let Gary not be one of them. 🙏

Noooooo not the silver bullets. 😭 Where is Jessie?? His brother needs him!!

Noooooooooo not Gary. 😭😭😭😭 Also. Even when he is evil the worst thing he can say is I hope you die. Lmao

Aww giving Rebecca some extra bonuses is such a nice way to apologise for missing her in the turn order. I really like that.

Aviva is just such a badass.

Every unkind thought he has ever had about Aviva!?! Why is this evil monster so juicy???

He is too sweet to say something really hateful. Bless 😭😭😭

Noooooo not Aviva being unconscious. 😭

Noooooo not Gary!!!! Please😭😭😭😭 oh my God! Biting him in half???? What the fuck!!!!

I sometimes forget how deadly these werewolves are.

Yaaaaay Aviva is not unconscious! Also hooray for Tim!!

Okay I'm sorry, but magic is fucking hot!! John just sundering that thing, holy fuck!

John and Aviva beating this thing together. 😭

"you don't have to apologise for that. I'm sorry I was right!" with anyone else that would be passive agressive, but not with Aviva 😂.

Wait after all this is John just naked now?

Jessie coming back to them after all this and all the gore, and his brother almost dead!!!

#path of night podcast #pon liveblogging #forgetting ashville #Episode 12

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Chapter 13

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕰𝖝𝖆𝖒 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖐 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 quickly, something I was glad for. I finally had something to do besides studying and homework. And of course, something to get my mind off of Quirrell, Snape, and the Sorcerer's Stone.

The classrooms for the written exams were horridly hot. Boiling really. I hated the stupid robes that we had to wear in class, sweat running down the back of my neck. I wasn't the only one either- half the students were wiping sweat from their foreheads or fanning themselves. Even the teachers looked uncomfortably hot, but no one took off their robes.

I started taking refuge in the cold dungeons. Most of the time, Professor Snape came into his bedroom or office and I was either on his bed, or in one of the chairs immersed deeply in a book. Half the time, I hadn't even realized he'd entered the room until he was leaning over my shoulder, scaring the crap out of me.

Muggle school had had this thing called 'air conditioning'. It was this thing made out of metal and ran on stuff called electricity and it made the rooms cool in the summer. I wished Hogwarts had something like that, albeit magical considering technology and magic didn't mix. The closest thing we had was opening the window.

All of my written exams went well (besides the heat). Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, and Potions were first.

We had to boil a forgetfulness potion from memory which was a simple potion with about four ingredients and took about 47 minutes to boil.

In charms, I had to make a pineapple tap dance across Professor Flitwick's desk which was just one simple spell.

Professor McGonagall wanted us to turn mice into snuffboxes. Mine was a long rectangular box of metal, with sapphire and silver coloring. Professor McGonagall was impressed because most people usually turned theirs into gold or cream colored boxes. I wasn't sure if I got extra points for that or if she was just pointing out that I was unusual. Thanks McGonagall.

Snape administered my Defense Against the Dark Arts exam which he gave me in his office. I sat at a desk he'd conjured out of midair, and he sat on a chair, looking completely and utterly bored, grading the potion exams from a few days ago.

I finished in about thirty minutes, only half the time he'd given me. He looked up, "Done already?"

"Well it was fairly easy." I said, leaning over to place my paper on an empty stool.

"What's that?" He asked, pointing and I looked down, pulling my necklace out from underneath my clothes.

I felt anxious. Had he seen this before? Had mum ever worn it in school? He didn't seem to recognize it though and I said, "It's a necklace from my mum. She died when I was young you know. My godfather raised me."

He nodded, still showing no sign that he recognized it, and turned back to grading papers. I turned to touch the door and I suddenly had a vision. An owl was flying towards the castle, carrying a letter. The letter zoomed in, Dumbledore's name written on it. But the sky was different than it was today.

"Elizabeth?" Professor Snape asked, sounding just slightly annoyed.

I shook my head, clearing my mind. "Sorry." I muttered and then turned and asked, "Professor? Will you reconsider your earlier decision of not giving me private lessons? I really want to learn more."

Professor Snape looked up from where he was grading papers, "Miss Kane, I've said this once before. You're a brilliant student. There is no need to take private lessons."

Brilliant? Huh. I didn't want to show my disappointment, but my shoulders slumped regardless. I sighed, "Very well. Have a nice day Professor."

I exited the classroom swiftly, letting the door close softly behind me. I was rather disappointed, as I wanted to learn more in order to create a werewolf cure. I wandered around, thinking of different arguments I could make, not sure where I was going.

I distracted myself by thinking of my last vision. So the owl wasn't coming today. . . I wished I could tell exactly which day it was.

"Keep an eye on Quirrell, won't you?" I flinched away from the words and bumped into someone.

I looked up and took a step back. It was Quirrell. Oh bloody hell, why didn't I listen to my visions more?

"P-Professor Quirrell." I stuttered, a light panic settling in my chest. I thought he'd given up.

He glared down at me, looking around quickly. There was no one around. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into an empty classroom. I was to rigid to try and fight it.

"Miss Kane." He said, in a perfectly normal voice, no stuttering. "Let's have a chat."

"No thanks." I said and bolted for the door.

"Colloportus." He shouted and the door locked. I ducked the next spell and then did something incredibly stupid.

I ran for the window.

"Reducto." I shouted, pointing my wand towards the window. I hadn't ever done the spell before, but I really needed it to work. The window shattered.

"No!" Quirrell shouted angrily along with another voice.

I jumped out the window and free-fell. "Oh bloody hell." I muttered, looking down. I was much higher than I had thought. In my wandering I had left the dungeons and somehow made it to the fifth floor. What was I doing up here? I had about seven seconds to think how to save myself.

I pointed my wand at myself as I got closer and closer to the ground. "Wingardium Leviosa," I said at the last moment. I floated above the ground and then I let the spell collapse and I fell four feet onto grass. Pain shot up my arm.

I didn't give time for myself to breathe, jumping up to my feet, and grabbing my bag (it had fallen next to me), ran across the grass. I didn't stop running until I was at my common room and I knocked the password and stepped inside. I ran up to my dormitory, collapsing on my bed. I was safe. I had done something completely and totally reckless and I had survived.

I breathed in and out, clutching my arm, not sure if I was breathing quickly or just hyperventilating. Once I calmed down, I quickly rolled over and pulled out my ink and quill. I needed to write to dad. (Yes, that was the brilliant solution that I thought of considering Dad was miles away from Hogwarts and could do absolutely nothing, while the headmaster was a few feet away and could do something. But dad had been my safe harbor and I supposed it was out of habit that I wrote to him).

Dear Dad, I did something incredibly awesome and stupid today. I know I haven't been writing a lot, and I'm sorry. So a couple of weeks ago, I overheard Quirrell talking to Voldemort. At least, I'm fairly certain it was Voldemort if my visions are correct. Of course, Voldemort doesn't have a body, he's possessing Quirrell's body. Anyways, Voldemort was aware that I could hear them but I escaped. He cornered me today and I managed to perform a spell that I had never done before- the Reductor curse. That's a grade 4 spell! Of course, I was much higher up than I had thought, perhaps I should've looked before I jumped out of the window. But I used the Wingardium Leviosa spell and I'm fine now. I'm going to Dumbledore after I mail this to you. He needs to know about what Quirrell is after. Love you, Elizabeth

Susan Bones came in the room at that moment. I looked up. "What's up?"

"Professor Quirrell wants to talk to you about your Defense Against the Dark Arts exam. . . did you skip it?" She asked.

I shook my head, trying to remain calm though I felt panic filling me again. "No, Professor Snape proctored me. Dumbledore asked him to." I said.

"Oh." Susan frowned. "I'll go tell him then."

When she had left, I folded the letter and put it in an envelope, writing Remus Lupin on the outside of it. Then, I sneaked out of the room, looking for the common room door. I hid behind the couch as Susan led Professor Quirrell into the common room. I sneaked around the edge of the couch as she led him into the girls dormitories. He would have to wait at the foot of the stairs, because he couldn't go up them as it was the girls dormitory.

I darted across the room, praying he didn't see me. I raced through the castle, nearly knocking over someone- though I didn't see who. Once I was in the owlery, I relaxed, sliding to the floor. Sadie flew over, perching on my knee. I stroked her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't bring any food. I was in a hurry."

She nipped my finger lightly.

"I'll bring food next time, I promise." I whispered.

I heard footsteps on the stairs but I didn't get to my feet. If he was going to kill me, he was going to kill me. I tied the letter to Sadie's ankle quickly and said "Safe flight, go now."

She nibbled my ear softly and flew out the window. I struggled to my feet, putting my hand in my pocket and turning towards the window. I could fall here. If I did the same thing. . . I got ready to hop up on the ledge-

"Elizabeth?" Fred asked, hands in his pockets, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

I hopped down from the ledge. "Oh, hey Fred."

"What were you doing?" Fred asked, looking up at the ledge I was just standing on.

I shrugged. "You've never done that before? I think it's calming. Then again, I'm not exactly afraid of heights." I felt giddy that it wasn't Quirrell who had just come up those stairs.

Fred laughed, shaking his head. "You really are the most peculiar girl I've ever met."

We spent the rest of the day talking in the owlery. It was safe up here and I didn't see Quirrell for the rest of the day.

I forgot to go to Dumbledore.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙 exam was History of Magic. The questions were all about people who had invented magical objects or about Goblin rebellions. It was all very easy stuff although I nearly forgot the name of the man who founded Hogsmeade.

I couldn't wait until we got the results back because I wanted to know how I did. I wondered if I did wonderfully enough in Astronomy so that I didn't have to take it again. Wishful thinking, I'd be lucky enough if I got an O.

"That was far easier than I thought it would be. I needn't have learned about the 1637 Werewolf code of conduct or the uprising of Elfric the Eager." Hermione rattled off as we headed outside to enjoy the day after exams.

"Hermione please." Ron complained. "going through exams makes me feel sick. I already took them once, I don't want to think about them again."

We headed outside and wandered down near the lake. I looked up in the sky and my stomach lurched. An owl was flying, the same one I'd seen in my vision. Tonight, Quirrell was going to steal the stone.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione sat down under a tree. I wandered father over to where Fred, George, and Lee were tickling the tentacles of the giant squid.

I observed the squid with interest as I had never seen it before. It was rather large- which had given it the nickname 'giant squid'. It was mostly purple, though there were blue and green blotches along it's skin. There was some pink around it's closed eyes. The suckers were also a dark pinky-purple color. When it fluttered it's eyes open, they were blue and black with flecks of amber. It was fascinating. I made mental notes so I could draw it later.

I squatted down next to Fred and the three of them greeted me cheerfully.

"'Lo Elizabeth." Lee said lazily, popping something in his mouth. "How'd your exams go?"

"Quite well." I said. "Though I'm sure I failed my astronomy exam."

"You sound delighted by that." George said with a laugh.

"You did fine." Fred said with an eye-roll. "You're the smartest witch of the year."

I shook my head. "That would be Hermione Granger."

"You two should seriously consider competing." Lee said. He was eating some sort of chips.

I laughed. "Perhaps, what are you eating?"

"Hydra chips. Salt and vinegar flavored. Want one?" Lee asked.

"Hydra chips?" I asked, holding my palm out where Lee dropped one.

"Oh come on! Don't tell me you haven't had Hydra chips!" Lee proclaimed with shock. Fred snorted.

"I haven't." I admitted, observing the chip in my hand. It looked like a normal potato chip except there seemed to be parts of a Hydra stenciled into them. Did they have a machine that made them? Or was each one handcrafted? Either was quite possible considering the magical world. I popped it into my mouth. "They're good."

"Ha! See!" Lee jabbed a Hydra chip at George. George rolled his eyes.

"Are there other brands?" I asked in interest.

"Sure." Lee said, tossing me a bag. I tuned it over to look at the back. Mermaid chips, Centaur chips, dragon chips, Bowtruckle chips. There was quite a list of them and each flavor had a different magical creature assigned to it.

"Interesting, I wonder how Hermione and Harry would like these." I said, handing the bag back to Lee after snagging a few more.

"So you're still hanging out with them?" George asked, through pursed lips. "Harry and Hermione I mean?"

I sighed. "You mean because they lost house points. Yes, I'm still hanging out with them. But it doesn't matter, I can already see that Gryffindor will win the house cup."

Lee hmpfed grumpily. "Sure, it'll take a miracle for that though."

I smiled, "Oh-"

But I didn't get a chance to finish the conversation because Hermione called my name, sounding frantic.

"Bye." I said quickly and raced over. "What's happening?" I asked needlessly as Ron, Hermione, and I hurried after Harry.

"No bloody clue." Ron muttered.

We found ourselves down by Hagrid's cabin. He was sitting in a wooden armchair outside of his cabin. Fang lay by his feet. He was shelling peas in a very large bowl.

"Hullo" He said, looking up with a smile. "Finished yer exams? Got time fer a drink?"

"Yes please." Ron and I said, but Harry shook his head.

"No, we're in a hurry, Hagrid, I've got to ask you something. You know that night you won Norbert? What did the stranger you were playing cards look like?"

"Dunno, he wouldn' take his cloak off." Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged shocked looks. I scuffed my foot against the dirt.

"It's common at the pub." I said quickly, defending Hagrid. "Most people don't know who each other is when they're in there."

"That's right. I never saw his face. Mighta bin a dragon dealer, mightn' he?" Hagrid sounded confused about why Harry sounded so frantic.

Harry sank down next to the bowl of peas, rubbing his scar. I felt a twinge of heat where my locket was and then it was gone. I wondered if somehow, we were connected by more than blood. I turned the locket over in my fingers repeatedly as the conversation continued.

"What did you talk to him about, Hagrid? Did you mention Hogwarts at all?" Harry asked weakly.

Hagrid frowned, probably trying to remember the conversation, "Mighta come up. Yeah. . . he asked what I did, an' I told him I was gamekeeper here. . . He asked a bit about the sorta creatures I look after. . . so I told him. . . an' I said what I'd always really wanted was a dragon. . . an' then. . . I can' remember too well, 'cause he kept buyin' me drinks. . . Let's see. . . yeah, then he said he had ter be sure I could handle it, he didn' want it ter go ter any old home. . . so I told him, after Fluffy, a dragon would be easy."

I closed my eyes. Seeing visions, and living them were much different. The emotions were more real and right now, I was feeling dread and horror. I didn't really feel anything when I saw my visions- except maybe anticipation.

"And did he- did he seem interested in Fluffy?" Harry asked as calmly as possible.

"Well- yeah, how many three-headed dogs d'yeh meet, even around Hogwarts? So I told him, fluffy's a piece o' cake if yeh now how to calm him down, jus' play him a bit o' music an' he'll go straight off ter sleep-" Hagrid's face turned horrified. "I shouldn'ta told yeh that! Forget I said it! Hey- Where're yeh goin'?"

I felt terrible about leaving Hagrid behind as the four of us hurried up to the school. We didn't speak to each other at all until we got to the entrance hall.

"We've got to go to Dumbledore. Hagrid told that stranger how to get past Fluffy, and it was either Snape or Voldemort under that cloak- it must've been easy, once he'd got Hagrid drunk. I just hope Dumbledore believes us. Firenze might back us up if Bane doesn't stop him. Where's Dumbledore's office?"

I shook my head. "Bane won't let Firenze back us up and if Firenze decides too anyways, he could be banned from his tribe. They'll see it as a betrayal."

"We'll just have to-" Harry said, panic setting in. A different voice rang out through the hall.

"What are you four doing inside?" Professor McGonagall said, sweeping down the hallway. Her emerald cloak flew behind her and she carried a great many books in her arms. I pictured the books falling out of her arms and I slipped my wand into my hand, ready to pick them up- with magic if the spell worked. I wasn't all to certain that it would.

"Aren't we allowed inside?" I muttered under my breath. I couldn't remember any rules about whether or not we were allowed inside or out today. But all of a sudden the Great Hall seemed almost deserted and outside seemed almost crowded with students.

"We want to see Professor Dumbledore." Hermione said.

"See Professor Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall asked, her eyes looking at all of us, narrowing. "Why?"

"It's sort of secret." Harry said and I closed my eyes. What a stupid thing to say. Really! Did my brother have brains? Or did he just think that honesty was the best tactic?

"Professor Dumbledore left ten minutes ago. He received an urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic and flew off to London at once." I heard Professor McGonagall reply, coldly. I guessed she didn't like being out of the know, especially with her own house students- one exclusion.

"He's gone? Now?"

I opened my eyes in time to see Hermione throw me a glance. She probably wanted to know if I had known.

"Professor Dumbledore is a very great wizard, Potter, he has many demands on his time-"

"But this is important!" Harry interrupted.

"Something you have to say is more important than the Ministry of Magic, Potter?" Professor McGonagall said, looking at him.

"Look. Professor- it's about the Sorcerer's stone-"

The books tumbled out of Professor McGonagall's arms in shock. They made loud thumps as they hit the ground. Some of the covers flew open, others stayed closed.

"Accio books." I muttered, though not entirely sure that the spell would work. To my surprise, the books zoomed up and into my arms, nearly making me topple backwards. Professor McGonagall did not ask for them back, instead staring at Harry in shock.

Meanwhile, I stared down at the books in shock. I'd never done a summoning spell before. I felt a little light-headed too. Dad said sometimes if you use to much energy in a spell, you can physically exhaust yourself. I reckoned that's what I'd done just now. But I was pleased regardless.

"How do you know-?" She spluttered, red blotches appearing on her cheeks. I would've looked down at my feet in embarrassment, but the book stack prevented me from doing so. Why had she been carrying so many books?

"Professor, I think-" Harry continued. "I know- that Sn- that someone's going to try and steal the stone. I've got to talk to Professor Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall seemed to have recovered from her initial shock. "Professor Dumbledore will be back tomorrow. I don't know how you found out about the Stone, but rest assured, no one can possibly steal it, it's too well protected."

Yes, so well protected that Quirrell was going to get through the defenses. So well protected a four-man team of first years was going to get through the defenses.

"But Professor-" Harry started to say.

"Potter, I know what I'm talking about. I suggest you all go back outside and enjoy the nice day." I handed the books back to her. "Thank you Miss Kane. Congratulations on that summoning spell. Really advanced magic. Five points to Hufflepuff." I wondered if she was speaking incoherently because of her initial shock.

We didn't go back outside, and instead continued to stand exactly where we were.

Harry started to pace, talking aloud. "It's tonight. Snape's going through the trapdoor tonight. He's found out everything he needs and now he's got Dumbledore out of the way. He sent that note, I bet-"

"Shut up, shut up." I whispered frantically.

Professor Snape glided over and stood behind Harry. "Good afternoon." He said smoothly. I looked down at my feet, blushing.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared up at him. "You shouldn't be inside on a day like this." I heard him say.

"We were-" Harry started.

"You want to be more careful." Snape said, "Hanging around like this, people will think you're. . . up to something. Miss Kane, a word." he stalked off and Hermione and Harry gave me meaningful looks.

"I won't say anything." I muttered as I passed by them.

"Meet us back at the Gryffindor common room." Harry whispered. I just nodded, following Professor Snape to an empty classroom.

He shut the door behind us and then turned to face me, his arms crossed.

"Explain." He said.

I kept my mouth shut. He glowered at me. "Which part?" I asked innocently.

"Did you really jump out of a window a couple of days ago?" He asked icily.

I blushed. "How'd you find out about that?"

"I saw you." He said coolly, striding forward, slamming a hand against the wall behind me, our faces so close I could smell jasmine, lime, and bluebell. He must've been making a potion recently with the bluebell, the jasmine was the shampoo, and the lime. . . no idea. "Do you have any idea how stupid, risky, and life-endangering that was?"

I kept my mouth shut again.

"Why did you do it?"

I didn't say anything. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "Elizabeth, was it because of Quirrell?"

I slowly nodded my head. "He locked the door, it was my only option." I said desperately, hoping he understood.

"But you didn't tell me afterwards." He said. That shocked me. Was I supposed to have told him? Was his feelings hurt that I didn't tell him? No, of course not! He was Professor Snape- he didn't have feelings. . . except for mum it seemed. But then again. . . I'd seen a side to him that no one else had. . . a. . . almost kind side. So maybe he cared about me?

I blushed, ashamed and looked back down at my feet. "Sorry." I muttered. "I'm trying not to screw up the future that I keep seeing."

Snape was silent for a moment, leaning back and lowering his hand. Then he said, "That was all I wanted to talk about." He turned to leave and I hesitated on the brink of right and wrong.

"Dumbledore left." I blurted out, searching his face frantically.

"I know." Snape said, a grim look on his face. "I'm going to be keeping a look out by his office. He won't get to the stone without getting past me first."

I nodded and left the classroom. I made it to the Gryffindor common room at the same time as Harry and Ron.

"Hermione is going to follow Snape." Harry said. "What did he want with you?"

"Something completely unrelated from the Stone." I said. "I promise."

We went into the common room and I ducked my head so no one recognized me. I sat down on the couch, my back towards everyone else.

About fifteen minutes later, Hermione entered the common room from the portrait.

"I'm sorry Harry! I only just got away. The excuse didn't work for long." Hermione fretted, sititng down in an armchair. I wondered what excuse she'd have given as Snape had been with me and not in the teacher's lounge.

"Well, that's it then, isn't it?" Harry asked. Ron and Hermione looked at him, part apprehensive, part curious. "I'm going out of here tonight and I'm going to try and get to the Stone first."

"You're mad!" Ron said.

"Don't Harry." I said, though I knew our words meant nothing.

"You can't!" Hermione gasped. "After what McGonagall and Snape have said? You'll be expelled!"

"SO WHAT?" Harry shouted at them and I glanced around, glad that the common room was, for the time being, empty. "Don't you understand? If Snape gets hold of the Stone, Voldemort's coming back! Haven't you heard what it was like when he was trying to take over? There won't be any Hogwarts to get expelled from! He'll flatten it, or turn it into a school for the Dark Arts! Losing points doesn't matter anymore, can't you see? D'you think he'll leave you and your families alone if Gryffindor or Hufflepuff wins the house cup? If I get caught before I can get to the Stone, well, I'll have to go back to the Dursleys and wait for Voldemort to find me there, it's only dying a bit later than I would have, because I'm never going over to the Dark Side! I'm going through the trapdoor tonight and nothing you three say is going to stop me! Voldemort killed my parents, remember?"

He glared at us. I flinched and looked away. Voldemort had killed my parents too! But did that mean we were supposed to risk our lives? Why couldn't we just tell the other teachers, the four house heads and then let them defeat Quirrell? And yet. . .

"You're right, Harry." Hermione said in a small voice.

"I'll use the invisibility cloak," Harry said. "It's just lucky I got it back."

Oh yeah, I thought absentmindedly.

"But will it cover all four of us?" Asked Ron.

"All- all four of us?" Harry asked, confused.

"Oh come off it!" I exclaimed angrily. "You don't think we'd let you go alone now, do you? Besides, you need me, and you're going to have to admit it!"

"Of course not." Hermione agreed. "How do you think you'd get to the Stone without us? I'd better go and look through my books, there might be something useful. . ."

"But if we get caught, you three will be expelled as well." Harry protested.

I laughed, feeling just a little lighter than I had before, "Yeah right. With my grades and excellent record?"

"Not if I can help it." Hermione said, either boasting to me or trying to reassure Harry. "Flitwick told me in secret that I got a hundred and twelve percent on his exam. They're not throwing me out after that."

I gloated silently that my grade was four percent higher than hers. Harry turned to me. "How are you going to get there? Are you going to stay here over night? I don't know if the cloak will even fit all of us."

I smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry Harry dear. I know my way around the castle in the dark. I won't get caught."

Harry seemed unsure, but finally agreed. I got up and left the common room. I had a lot of letters I needed to write tonight.

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