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thexsilentxwordsmith · 7 months

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Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader

Getting so worked up during a celebration for Price's birthday that Simon has to take you in the bathroom of the bar you are both at just so you'll calm down

"Just couldn't fuckin' wait till we got back, yeah baby?" Simon growls in your ear with his warm breath, lips close to the side of your head as you both stand cramped inside that tiny bathroom stall as he desperately works your cunt with his fingers. "My fuckin' needy little kitten, shit you're just grinding away on my thick fuckin' fingers, aren't ya? Needed it that bad?"

It wasn't your fault honestly, he knew what the liquor did to your libido and yet he let you have shot after shot to keep pace with the boys...I mean it was a celebration after all, but still.

If he didn't want to be knuckles deep between your petals he should have pulled the reigns long ago...and yet maybe this was what he wanted in the first place. It wasn't like he was dismissing your discrete advances all night, even taking you by the hand to the dingy bar bathroom himself.

Price's birthday wasn't always able to be celebrated, work did have to come first unfortunately, but it just so happened that everything fell into place this year and so the entire group gathered in the local bar to let go and have fun.

And here you were with Simon having you own extra bit of fun, though this one wasn't for sharing...

Using your bandana that you had worn in your hair tonight as makeshift cuffs, Simon had your hands tied behind your head so that you wouldn't be tempted to stop the work his fingers were currently doing down below to get you off.

It had to be quick and distractions wouldn't help.

"Sorry, baby," you whimpered, mouth agape as heavy breaths exited your lips. "Just fucking need you so bad sometimes I can't see straight. And you are just looking so good tonight...was having trouble not just riding you at the table."

Oh he was absolutely gonna give you hell for it, but there was no doubt that he loved every fucking second of just how needy you could get for him. Just hearing that lilting whine in your voice, begging and pleading with him to take you in any way, shape, or form he could sent him up the goddamn wall.

"They probably all know what we're doin' in here, ya know that sweetheart," he said, thick accent making your skin tingle and your clit throb. "They're probably chucklin' under their breaths about how we weren't slick at all, breakin' away from the group like that. I bet they're whisperin' about how you're fuckin' just takin' it all, whatever I give ya."

You shook your head, eyes closed as he slipped another large finger into your already soaked panties and up into your core. "Don't care," you breathed, "even if they call me a whore, they better put your name in front of it and I won't deny it."

The plan was just to get you off quick so that you could finish out the night with the gang and then take you back later to his to do you proper, but fuck the way his cock was straining against the fabric of his jeans that wasn't gonna be enough.

"F-fuck baby, why do you always feel so fucking good?" you again whimpered quietly, so far gone between the booze and your lovers fingers that sanity had left you completely.

You were just so fucking wet, looking so goddamn voluptuous with all those juicy curves, saying all the right things to make him fall apart. As much as he tried to stay sane, it wasn't working, so change of plans...otherwise he was gonna be a fucking mess and that just wouldn't do.

That's how it always went, didn't it? He should've known he could keep himself out of you; not even if he tried.

"Ya want me inside ya?" Simon asked hurriedly out of the blue, as if he didn't already know the answer, and instantly your eyes shot open as your heart nearly burst from your chest.

"God, yes," you answered without hesitation. "Please Simon, fill me to the brim..."

A quick scramble to undo his pants, buckle jingling and denim rubbing against itself as he shimmied the damned things down enough to release himself, his cock already hard and pulsating, needing to enter you now.

Using the toilet paper dispenser as a makeshift ledge, Simon picked you up and set you on it with a prayer that it would stay bolted to the stall wall long enough the he could get you both off before it broke. He hated that any part of you had to touch anything in here, who the fuck knew how clean it was, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Your thighs instantly locked around his hips as you waited for him to align the head of his cock with your entrance. "Gotta make this quick" he groaned, the head of his member slipping itself through your petals.

And there it was, the initial thrust that always split you open as you took every inch inside until he ran out of inches to give. Christ, how fucking amazing it was to be so full of him; that fucking girth was more than enough.

"G-god-d-damn," he choked out, his hands digging harshly into your hips as he clung on for dear life, trying to not cum so fast. "Your gonna be the fuckin' death of me sweetheart."

You were already soaked and he had no trouble slamming into you over and over again, his pace quick and intense as at any moment someone could come walking through the door and hear you two going at it like a couple of teenagers, screwing wherever the mood struck.

Over and over his cock thrust into your core, the wet sounds of skin slapping against one another music to his ears that only fueled his passions further. You were a dream, a fucking vision of lustful beauty, and the way you felt only matched.

What was he supposed to do, not be obsessed? Fuck that, you were the best goddamn thing to happen to the manky bastard and it made him absolutely crazy about you.

Shit the pressure felt divine as the angle of his penetration made certain to engage your sensitive clit as well. Mix that with the tingling in your limbs from the alcohol and you were already dancing dangerously close to the edge of your orgasm.

"Yes, y-yes," you repeated in increasing volume, breasts bouncing up and down against his chest as he pounded into you.

"That's it sweetheart," he praised, "come on. Let go for me baby."

The wall of the stall shaking, the creak of the paper dispenser beneath you, the relentless place of Simon's hips snapping against yours was all to much.

"Cum with me," you begged.

"I'm already there luv," he replied quickly, "just let go. Come on pretty girl, come on."

In and out, in and out of your tight cunt a few more times, his abs clenching as Simon's own orgasm popped off and you were gone, crying out as your body shook from the release of pressure like a least in the wind.

Shit you saw fucking stars with that one.

As you both rode out the end of your pleasure together, that's when you heard the door open and a pair of heavy booted footsteps cross the floor. Simon's large palm cupped over the entirety of your mouth to stifle the last of your orgasmic moans, his cock still buried within you as whoever it was went about their business, taking a piss as was evident by the sound.

The urinal flushed after a few moments, followed by footsteps to the sink. A quick wash and the both of you thought the coast would soon be clear and you'd be able to finish up and head out.

"Be sure and come back to join us when your done, yeah?" the voice of your captain sounded through the tiny room; you'd been caught red handed. "Would hate to see you two leave early...again."

Well fuck, guess the cat was out of the bag now. Simon chuckled as he leaned in and gave you a kiss as the door to the bathroom shut, leaving you two alone in silence again.

"Oops," Simon whispered against your lips before he planted another heavy, greedy kiss to them, "too bad I'm not sorry."

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lxvvie · 7 months

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More goofball shit featuring your faves. This time it revolves around this scenario: your lover is away, you're winding down for the day, and it's that time of the week when you do your face mask. They FaceTime you (or you them, depending), you answer with the mask on, and... reactions may vary. Or something like that.

Capt. John Price - The old man is actually nonplussed about it, if only because you got him the first time he talked to you with your mask on and he damn near had a heart attack. Dropped his cigar in his lap and everything.

Gaz - "Hey, love—oh, shit—!" The call disconnects and you're laughing your ass off. You got him back for pranking you and made damn well sure you were in the dark before you answered him.

Alex Keller - He was tired and wanted to send his love before he got some shut-eye for a bit. Then he saw you and was jolted back awake. Kinda. What really happened was that he spent the next couple of seconds looking crazy as shit and wondering if that was really you. Got his confirmation when he heard your voice. Hell yeah, his ass needs some sleep.

Soap - Kinda sulks in Golden Retriever because he would really like to partake in the goodness that is skincare with you because he really needs to de-stress, his skin isn't doing too good this time around, and you're wearing one of his shirts—how could you tease him like that?! Sulks even more when he finds out you're using the Aloe Vera mask this time, too.

Ghost - You know that one person who you FaceTime and y'all just spend a few minutes looking at each other? That's you and Ghost. His mask is up past his lips so you see the stubble—god, you miss the way it brushes against your inner thigh—and he's just... staring at you. Placidly. And you're staring at his lips him. Not-so-placidly. "Nice mask, lovie," Ghost breaks the silence, and you: "Better than yours, Simon?" He snorts good-naturedly, "Not even close." Cheeky bastard.

Alejandro - Has one of the most anti-climatic reactions ever. Doesn't even miss a beat with whatever it is he's doing and tells you to get some much-needed rest. Also mentally makes a note to take you up on your offer of getting a face mask once he gets home.

Rudy - Stops himself mid-laughter. Tries to hold it in. Busts out laughing. This was after he was startled because how else was he supposed to deal with the nervous energy? "What's so funny, Rodolfo?" Oh, shit, he knows that tone—

König - König.exe is in overdrive because you're using the sheet mask he bought for you. You can't see the goofy smile but you see the way his eyes crinkle. He'll be riding this high for a couple days, give or take. You'd give a smile in return but with the way the mask is practically plastered to your face...

Horangi - He's the one who bets that you'll fall asleep with it on. Bullshit. You were just resting your eyes because you had to keep it on for 20-30 minutes.

Graves - Doesn't even bother to react because he's seen you with a face mask on more often than not. Does pull this stunt though: "Say hey to the guys, darlin'. Wish 'em luck." And there you are in all of your skin-care glory for them to see. You awkwardly say hey and one sweet soul awkwardly waves back. Go to hell, Phillip.

Valeria - Turns out she loves her some face masks as well and y'all could be twinning, babes. And then she finds out which one you're using. "Huh. Sounds familiar. That wouldn't happen to be one of the ones I purchased, would it?" Oh, look at the time, gotta run—

Roach - Hits you with the thumbs up. Until you tell him you got one just for him, too. Uh...

Keegan - Spends the better part of your conversation wondering if you're okay (if the way he keeps staring intensely is any indication) because there can only be one masked mess in this relationship and it sure as hell shouldn't be you. You then had to give him a crash course in skin care.

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himezoro · 2 months

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roronoa zoro's guide to relationship (smut)

tysm everyone for your love and support on the previous post ! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i'm so sorry for how long this other post was to come, but work has been pretty exhausting and as you may know, i'm a lawyer so when it comes to having free time it gets hard lmao this one was requested by @jinjen, i hope they'll like it ! <3

i'm also working on a "one shot" smut for roronoa zoro that i've had in mind for so long, i hope you'll like it!!

minors dni !! 18+ only.

here's a headcanon of what a relationship with roronoa zoro would include sexually. i had a female partner in mind when writting which is why it's pretty gender based !

wc : 860

even before being in a relationship with roronoa zoro, the sexual tension between his s/o and himself was beyond compare ; his hair would bristle when he heard their voice, when their hands would touch at dinner, when they just entered the room. the tension between them is so high it gets hard to breathe. his eyes would linger on their figure like those of a ruthless predator ready to pounce onto their prey. the sway of their hips, the flips of their hair, the bites of their lips, the look of their doe eyes. everything sets him on.

it became a game for the two of them to play with that said tension before getting official. he's a tease after all. but afterwards? hell, there's just no rules. everything's allowed. from their s/o sensually touching his thigh under the table and tracing the shape of his growing erection when everyone's eating to him whispering the dirtiest things into his s/o's ear when they're just sitting reading in the middle of the kitchen with sanji close by. "how 'bout we give that shitty cook a show of how exquisite ya' juices taste ?" "i bet i can make ya squirt before ya reach the bottom of that stupid page baby.". it's all competition, and it's about who's going to resist the urge to cut the tension.

zoro would easily cut it before they do. hell, he's got three swords ffs.

he's always horny for his partner.

aside from this game, zoro can go from being a slow and passionate lover to a ruthless beast. going from "i wanna make love to you" to "i'm gonna fuck you until your brain goes dumb".

when he's in the mood for passionate sex, zoro would take his time to kiss his s/o endlessly. having them onto their lap, grinding slowly but surely, his hand at the back of their neck in a loving yet firm way. he would whisper sweet nothings he won't say in any other circumstances "you're so goddamn pretty", "i want this body on me forever", "i wanna make ya feel good", "let me please you", "i love you".

during those intimate and slow times, his giant figure would be afraid to break you. his cock would pound into their s/o painfully slowly, missionary style, so he can watch them take him so gracefully. he would leave trails of hickeys all over their chest while firmly holding their hands, moving his hips to the rhythm of their racing heartbeats.

he knows their body like his three swords.

would lick and finger your pussy like there's no tomorrow, until your legs shake while praising you so bad. he would lick all of your fluid and even lick his lips before kissing you to "give ya a taste".

he loves it when his s/o praises him, saying how good he's making them feel, or simply hearing his name in between their moans. he feels like he's the strongest in the world.

but the second zoro feels jealous or "dominant" (which would be more appropriate since he feels pretty confident in his ability to please you), oh boy. be ready for a ride.

he would pin their s/o to the nearest surface. anything remotely close : the floor ? check. the dinner table ? check. the desk in your room ? double check. the wall to the shower ? triple check that one. he would grab their face with his right hand, kissing them hard, watching the trails of saliva connecting them with complete lust before diving back into a sloppy yet quite nice kiss, while playing with his s/o's clothed pussy under their dress with his left hand.

if this makeout session came after a meaningless fight (angry sex), he would spin them hard so their ass was pinned to his clothed erection and smack it hard. "gonna be a good girl now or shall i smack some senses outta ya ?" he can be mean during those sessions, but when he would make up for it later.

he would make them suck his giant cock until he hears them gag, saying "ya can take it. look at me while you swallow it all." he loves receiving a blowjob from their partner, seeing his cock disappear into the depth of their throat.

he's so ridiculously strong. he'll have their s/o fucked in every position. makes them cum so many times his s/o loses count, but not him. he's competitive and keeps his record in check. his stamina is pretty solid too.

even in these times, he cannot help but praise their s/o. "your pussy's squeezing me whole", "you're taking my cock so well, looks like it's made for it".

loves shower/bath sex where he can have fun with his partner at the same time.

sleepy morning sex as well <3

in the end, sex remains a matter of trust and intimacy, so no matter how, be sure to know that afterwards, this boy would not let go of you and ask for a back rub just to keep the intimacy going.

would hate it if someone dared interrupting his peace during aftercare (which can happen since luffy and usopp are always going crazy).

#one piece x reader #op x reader #headcanons #one piece headcanon #one piece headcanons #opla x reader #roronoa zoro #one piece imagine #one piece smut #roronoa zoro smut #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro headcanons

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evilminji · 4 months

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(O.O ) The PONDERING is back!

You know Walker?

One of the Zone's literal ACAB? We are shown in one episode, that real world items? Against The Rules(tm).

Now, that COULD just be HIM being An Asshole? But let's be real! Unlikely. Rules/Laws get made for a REASON, generally. Usually because someone ruined it for everyone by being an asshole. Taking things too far.

You start OUT with the obvious Rules. Like "Don't Tear the Zone Apart." And "No Genocide of Literally Everything Forever You Fighty Little Assholes" but over time? You have too add stuff. Like "George is Forbidden to use the fax machine and he knows why" and "Ice Lairs and Fire Lairs have to be X distance apart AND YOU KNOW WHY"

And? IS there a central Governing body, regulating the Zone Rules? Nope! Pariah's in nappy time! BUT the manic, Iron fisted, Obsessions of THE LAW across time and space are sure willing to step up and help keep order. It... KINDA works!

And they MOSTLY have the same-ish Rules!

Like NO FUCKIN LIVING WORLD STUFF. Because? To GET such contraband? You'd have to break containment of the Zone, go THROUGH a random ass natural portal, that may or may NOT be safe, may or may NOT ever RECONNECT to the Zone, to literally terrorize the unsuspecting living souls (assuming you can FIND any), on the other side, JUST to drag that shitty candy bar back home.

Leaking ectoplasm the whole time. Poisoning the air, land, and sea. Making NEW ghosts where there might not have been any. Effectively making you their deadbeat parent. Which is premeditated child abandonment. And you DEFINITELY didn't PAY for those objects. Thief.

So, NO. No Living World Shit.

BUT!

Like city states! The Area of influence each Law Man(tm) has? While wide and sprawling? Does NOT perfectly mesh together like puzzle pieces! There ARE dead zones. Lawless, "unclaimed" areas.

Which? Are not so unclaimed.

For just as The Law has it's Obsession? So too, has the Underworld. Shaddy casinos and auctions. Black markets run like street fairs. What some Ghost Weed? They can hook you up, man. Vinnie over there was a Runner during Prohibition. He knows where ALL the classy joints are.

He can hook you up with some REAL nice Living World collectibles.

From All Over.

And? I bet it's that LAST bit? That REALLY sparks Danny's interest. He saved the guy from the GIW, who may or may not have busted him trying to... uuuuh... LIBERATE, some fine scotch for the bar back Zone side. Who's to say, really? Regardless, Vinnie? Pays his debts, you here.

Beside... the feral little gremlin kinda scares him. Good quality to have, no question, but maybe cool it with the biting? You don't know where they BEEN. You'll get a disease.

Now... all you gotta do, see, is... *mutters* *map scribbling* *bad idea enabling*

Which? Constantine! League Members of your choosing! Like a field trip from hell! Some how in the SINGLE shadiest den of Obvious Criminals you ever did see. The sky is green and they aren't in their dimension anymore. Circle up! NOW. Young Justice shoved to the INSIDE of the circle, adult heros on the outside.

Constantine? Knows where they are and wishs he didn't. He... he's not sure he CAN get them back. Going to try obviously. But no one panic. Don't show fear. DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING. Start walking.

Danny? Loading up the speeder~ Christmas gifts for daaaays~~☆ Everyone is Salty but respectful, cause anti-ghost tech meant they couldn't steal it. They did TRY. But... fair play, kid. Nice ride.

Only? Right before he gets in to leave? Some vibrating blur shoots over? Talking fast and followed by an older blur? Oh hey, humans. Like... ALIVE humans. Sup?

@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @nerdpoe @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #justice league's very bad no good just awful road trip #danny does some Crime Shopping #at the Crime store #he got alternate dimension boy band stuff for Jazz #his mom's getting this cool lazer sword #dcxdp #minji's ponderings

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Working on all my November /October drafts before tumblr deletes em🤦🏽‍♀️ enjoy baby💓 i also added luffy because edging him would be so fun :)

Edging Monster Trio + Kidd (NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Cw: …sex bro its sex

Zoro

2nd biggest brat of the four.

Zoro is a naturally easily flustered boy. Just a single compliment from you and he’s already red in the face.

But poor baby he tries so hard to mask it. It’s almost like he turns into a literal brat when you edge him on.

“Why—why do you want to hear me beg, are you some kinda sadist?”

“Lil bit.”

“WHAT—“

Edging Zoro is a treat because he would rather bite his lip until he bleeds before blessing your ears with his whimpers and begging

But you knew Zoro would be difficult so you made a bet. And in this bet he loss and that’s how he got here:

Strapped on your chair, naked, with you riding his thigh with a vibrator in your hand.

“What the—hell is your problem!”

You could hear the strain in his voice. Zoro’s chest and face are so red, but not as red as his cock right now. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, he was looking at the wall and everything else, but you, and it made you upset, he couldn’t seem to want to look at you, being a little brat he was you grabbed his wet cheeks, mushing it together a little, forcing him to look at you.

“Hey…”You nod at him a little, he begins to huff and breathe through his nose, chest rising and lowering quickly almost as if he were struggling to catch his breathe, you smile, “focus on me…”

Nothing could compare to the shock shown in Zoro's eyes, it brought a chill down his spine to see you turn your demeanor in such a 180, and yet...he couldn't be more turned on.

"Ple-"

Your eyebrows rise, it's been 15 minutes of consistent moving the vibrator on his cock and pulling it away, yes Zoro can have amazing self discipline, but you knew just how to push the envelope.

"Say it.."

"Fuck.." Zoro puffed out, head tried hanging low, but you picked it back up with one hand , while pressing the toy back on his leaking tip, precum now falling over the head of the vibrator. "...please..please let me fucking cum."

You almost felt bad for being so mean, you knew from his blushed chest and face, the way his thigh twitched under you cunt, and how a moan slipped through his teeth he was at his limit, but if he wasn't such a stubborn little asshole maybe he would have came sooner.

Luckily, you're not too mean and you let him do just that making a sticky mess on not only his abs but your hand as well.

Kid

Biggest brat.

Most annoying brat

First off good luck trynna convince him and good luck trynna get him to beg

"Fuck you and that idea."

Edging Kid just...won't happen... not unless you are on top...possibly.

"Keep--fucking going dammit!"

"No."

You have spent 30 minutes trying to break this asshole and he finally started to whine just a little when you started to grind yourself on his cock just how he likes before cumming and stopped. Now, it's time to edge him.

"I'll never fucking beg for you."

"Then I guess you'll never fucking cum now will you.."

Kid is usually the type to call your bluff, he has done it plenty times in the past, but tonight you were tired. You were tired of his bullshit and trying to tell you what to do and that glint in your eye showed him you weren't playing around with him anymore.

Pressing your body against his your lips latched to his weak spot as you lazily humped his dick, damn your ass felt good slapping against his thigh he couldn't keep himself from biting his wet lips.

"Sssssshittt!" Kid got choked up, his lips began to part, eye furrowed focusing on cumming since he was so so close as you nibbled and licked on his neck, but alas, you knew his body like the back of your head so you move away, causing him to curse again.

"Say. Please."

"Fuck. You."

His voice was quivering when he said thta, you sigh, sure you were close to an orgasm as well, but you set your pleasure aside to show him you meant what you said.

And that's exactly why after 2 more times of stopping him from realsing inside you he broke, "Ple...please...make me cum..."

Sanji

Swears he hates it but he just cant get enough.

"Aah! W-wait wait wait wait wait! Sssssshhiit Y/N babe!-"

Fuck his moans were some of the sluttiest things you could hear from a man like him, he whines so much you almost wanted to give in and slide yourself on top of him, his voice alone made you so wet all by itself you kept rubbing your thighs, clenching over nothing when you heard him cry out beside you

"You're not ganna give up so easily are you? My pretty boy isn't THAT weak to temptation is he?..you already failed earlier, here's your second chance to show me you can handle this.."

His fingers were nearly ripping through your sheets, looking down to see you slowly push his black shirt higher over his chest, his underwear to his ankles and your pretty small hands around his throbbing cock, it was a sight to see as he laid uncomfortably still watching you pump so vigorously, just to stop all together.

Your breast now stained from prior, he came way too fast and way too easily when you rubbed his slit with your thumb.

"Y/N...baby...I--ah!"

Yes, you want to hear him beg, but it was more fun hearing him whimper, your hand was gliding against his wet shaft, using his cum as lube as you suckled his nipple, it was all too much for Sanji to take and feeling you stop him from cumming again, he started to get choked up, tears falling from his eyes

"Please!" He coughed, "pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, let me cum for you please!"

Ugh. You really had a soft spot for this pervert. His cheeks were so wet and pink you kiss his lips passionately as if your were apologizing for being so mean.

Not parting your lips from him you flew your leg over him, pulling away slowly to let him watch you sink down on his cock, sharing such a slutty moan together, "Yes! Yes thank you, baby thank you I love youiloveyou i love--aahhh mmmmfuck!"

You let him thrust himself up into you, holding on to his shoulders as his tear stained face was mushed against your soon to be sucked on breast, still moaning into your skin about how good you feel and how much he loves you.

Luffy

Has no patience for it HOWEVER he enjoys it???

As you pop off from sucking his cock his body jerks up, a broken moan turns into laughter from him and it oddly enough turns you on.

"C-common! ahaha! Keep suckinggggg!"

"Say please first!" You both share a giggle, this was supposed to be where he begs and cries for more, but instead he's making it fun for the both of you.

"M' not saying please.." He then crossed his arms and pouted, but his little childish attitude was cut short when you spit on his pretty brown tip and swirled your hand on it, it was almost as if his eyes started to twinkle as his cheeks blushed stubly, "Y/Nnnnnnnnnn...ah.."

Luffy's moans got very scratchy and whiney when it came him him close to cumming, he began to raise his hips and grind them against your hand to push you to--

"Put your mouth back on itttttttt commonnnnn! I put my mouth on you!"

"Lufffyyyyy.." Your voice sounded playful as you moved his hips back down, "Say please first."

"Uh uh." He shook his head, "Suck it first."

"Then no."

You knew how to get him to do what you want, granted you didn't want to take such drastic measures but you were sick of him being a little impatient baby so with your opposite hand you pull his chin in for a kiss, it was soft and sweet, until Luffy grabbed your head to lower it back on his dick, "Stop itt!!!"

"Suck it--ah! Fuck!"

You cupped his balls, massaging them, immediately noticing his eye shut tightly gripping the covers beside him on your bed, he broke out into a soft moan, he hated when you touched his so so so sensitive--

"Stop touching down there...PLEASE JUST SUCK--op." Luffy quickly covered his mouth realizing what he said and it made you smile a little. "No! No! I didn't say please!"

"yes you did.."

"NU UH I--OH!"

You just shut your pretty flustered captain up by moving your head back down to take all of his cock back in your mouth.

"M-maybe I did saaaay it." Luffy voice kept stuttering watching you wink at him bopping your head up and down.

Dammit he was so cute like this.

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maylovessyou · 3 months

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Part 1 - Why you out of everyone?

This is the first part of my story, there are no extremely sensitive topics so the only tw is swearing.

Hope you enjoy💞

Word count: 1,000+

You were new in Kortac, a newbie. You joined not because you wanted to serve the country and all of that bullshit, no, you joined because that was the only shelter you could find. No family, no friends, no one.

You socialised with pretty much everyone, despite your young age no one saw that as a problem. You talked and joked with everyone, everyone beside the colonel. König.

He hated you, he hated the fact that you weren't as skilled as the others, that you wasn't as agile and strong as the others, that you were, oh, so young. And most of all he hated that joined the army under his same circumstances, being left alone against the world.

Everything was going fine, you and König ignored and avoided each other for god's sake, and that was a good thing actually, no arguments and yelling in the corridors or the headquarters.

One day, though, the captain calls you to his office and there you find him, you start fuming but try not to make a scene in front of the captain, so you take a seat next to the colonel, in silence.

The captain slides across the table a picture, "you two will be sent to Bruxelles, it's a very important mission." "Your first" says as he points at you, "with this we'll decide whether or not your worth keeping."

"And another one for you, colonel." says as he points at König.

"I know you two aren't on the best of terms, but this is important for the squad." He sternly says. "Besides... It's 7 months that you'll spend in the same house, I bet you'll become best friends by then." He sarcastically teases the both of you.

You don't say anything and just look at the flyer he'd given you, it's a pretty cottage in the woods, the one you've always dreamed of... But then you remember his words. 7 months with König, the house might be one from your dreams, but everything that ocmes with it is straight out of a nightmare.

Since you were a mere soldier every single one of your protests won't have any effect on the captain's decision, so you hope that König will say something, that he'll argue to be put with someone else. But no, he just nods and gets up.*

"I'll prepare my luggages then." König finally speaks, his tone colder than ice, yet somewhat calm.

You don't say anything and stand up as well, then head to your room and begin to pack your stuff. In no time you're put in a flight to Bruxelles and at the arrival you're given a car, nothing old nor fancy, enough to make you unrecognizable to the eyes of citizens, and the enemy, of course.

From where you land to the house there's an hour and a half in car, and it feels like an eternal hell, bound in the same plane, now the same car, and for months under the same roof.

For the whole ride you think back at the captain's word... "You might be sent away for so much time, but until the enemy doesn't move, you stay at home and don't make yourself visible more than what you should.", "You'll grow to, well, maybe not love each other, but at least there won't be any yelling in the middle of the night 'jusy because'."

Then the car stops, you look at the house you previously saw in a photo, you get your luggages and get inside.

The house is well fornitured and very aesthetic, just like you imagined.

You take a look around walk down an isle, on the sides there are two bedrooms, and you choose the bigger one.

You quickly put all your stuff away, take out one of your biggest teddy bears and collapse on the bed, taking a nap.

König explores the house a little later than you, he peeks through the room and sees that you've already fallen asleep in one, the bigger one, without even talking about it first so he curses at you. "Little bitch, always getting what you want." he sighs in frustration "even sleeps with stuffed animal, such a child!" He whisper-yells to himself, your sight alone pissing him off.

He walks away from your door and gets into the other rooms, he also puts his stuff away and drops on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

After some time you feel refreshed and yku wake up, when you check the time it's 7.34pm so you decide to make something for dinner.

You get up and as you walk out of your room you see that the door to König's room is wide open and you see that he's sleeping peacefully. You don't say anything and just walk away.

You get to the kitchen and start to boil some water, then cook the pasta and make a sauce. You plate the food and hesitantly walk to his room again.

"König... I made dinner, come eat. You haven't eaten anything all day." You almost whisper, your tone caring, hiding the hatred you feel for him.

After a couple of seconds he turns around, the muscles on his bare back flexing with every movement, and looks at you perplexed, "I'm coming." He mutter as he tried to get up.

So after some time you two are in the kitchen, eating together, in complete silence.

When you're almost done eating, you're phone starts to buzz, someone's calling you under the name of "love", and König can't help but look at the screen. "Who is she calling love?" He thinks to himself, questioning the girl in front of him.

You excuse yourself and pick up, walking out of the kitchen and into a more closed space.

"Heyy, how are you??" You say, a female voice excitedly replies "good y/n, and you? We haven't talked in AGES!!" She quickly muttere, happy to hear from her best friend again.

"Nothing much." You reply, "I've been assigned a mission and I i have to share a house with him. You say rolling your eyes.*

Your best friend bursts out laughing from the other side of the phone and begins to rant about how unlucky you are.

You two laughed together at the whole situation and even made a little harsh comments... all without noticing that König was in fact behind you, listening at the whole conversation.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley // Mature Thoughts⚠️

Imagine: Simon, having a humiliation kink and being possessive and embarrassing him while having sex.

"Shit~ Mmm," Simon was in a mating press as you fucked his hairy hole hard you could feel his body shake as you fucked orgasm after orgasm out of him, his small hairy dick twitched while leaking pre-cum.

"If only you could see yourself Simon you fucking dirty slut, fuck~ your hole is also so warm and tight for me," Simon's hairy body was covered in his cum you were brutal today wanting to take out some frustration and using Simon as an outlet.

"M/N~ Please."

"Please, what Simon your words, baby boy," you couldn't stop fucking him his hole was practically sucking you in and clenching on you tightly. "I- wan't to ride you please," he held on to you tight, his hairy legs wrapped around you trying to pull you deeper inside him.

"Fine, but you have to do all the work, and if you complain, I swear Simon I'll fuck you in front of your crew for everyone to see your pathetic hairy cock and balls," you said stopping your thrust and pulling out of him his hole was gapping with cum already leaking out from your previous or orgasms.

You laid down on the bed as Simon got on top of you slowly sinking down your cock he felt your pubic hair touch his hairy ass and stayed there holding on to your hairy pecs as he slowly lifted his ass and back down.

"Shit, baby, come on, ride like you mean it, show me how a man takes a big dick," and with take Simon bounced himself on your cock his hand squishing your hairy pecs. You grabbed his waist to try and keep him steady seeing Simon like this always got you off as you felt yourself cum inside him "f- fuuck~ yes keep going, baby."

Simon grunted as another orgasm was approaching his small cock hadn't even been touched and was bouncing up and down for you to see, he came more than he can count his small balls were painfully tight but he loved it, loved seeing you get off knowing he was the one making you like this.

Your hairy back was littered with faint scratch marks from when you both started your session, and he felt proud. It felt like he was making his claim on you.

"Fuck~ baby, you were meant to take dick, even your own body gave you a tiny pair of balls and a small cock to go along with it," you could feel Simon's speed increase "N- no."

"But it's true baby look at you, your just a cum dump for me to use your small cock and balls are just an accessory nothing to be used," you grab his hairy ass as you were now sitting up with your chest pressed against his.

"Your ass was made for taking big dicks I bet you want to be used by the others huh your not even a man Simon your just a pathetic cum dump."

"Stop~ please, f- fuck I- I'm a man, I your dick only," he said riding you faster Simon loved when you were like this he lived when you degraded him he knew you didn't mean it but fuck was it hot.

"That's right slut your meant to take my cock only, fucked you so much your hole is basically the perfect shape for me to use, but your no man Simon you may be tall but just look at your cock two whole inches hard," you grabbed his hair and yanked it. "Ahh~ I- I have a big dick," Simon moaned as he felt you pull his hair.

"Stop lying to yourself it's pathetic - just don't forget your mine and only mine. Your whole body is mine even your two-inch cock and tiny balls you understand," you said yanking his hair down harder.

"Listen here you little bitch, if anyone ever flirts with you you'll say you already get dick down you understand you tell them you're a cum dump for somebody else hell I might as well get you a collar. You want to cum don't you baby yeah I bet you do you filthy slut."

"Y- yes! Cum I cum please do something please," he gasped you grabbed his cock and jerked him out making sure his foreskin went around his tip, and repeated the movement.

"Cum for me baby one more for me, show me what your small cock can do," and with that, he slammed hard against you, resting on your cock and pubes. His cum coating your hairy body as it twitched he felt you cum another load inside him feeling full.

"That's it, baby relax just taking it," his breathing got back to normal. He slowly rested his head against your hairy chest and listened to your fast heartbeat.

You both relaxed with holding each other your hairy bodies holding each other your cock soft inside him as you both slowly fell asleep.

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My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! There is a summary of the first part, here, the second part, here, and the third part, here. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also now a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!

Two girls stay in camp to do mean girls sleepover activities and one girl runs out into the wastes to scream herself hoarse. Bet you'll never guess who!

Read it for free on my patreon and vote on what happens next! Excerpt below the cut.

Holliday clicked her tongue in disappointment. “You were supposed to take one for the team,” she said.

“I don’t know where in tarnation you got the impression that we’re a team from,” Lou said. She held up a finger. “And if we are a team, I’ve taken a hell of a lot. More than my fair share. Why don’t you get out there and ask the Knife Church cannibal what happened to her?”

“I wouldn’t like to be impolite,” Holliday said.

“Me neither!” Lou objected.

“Please, Lou, since when?” Holliday asked.

Lou scoffed. “‘Since when’ back at yourself! Sakes alive,” Lou said. “Listen, help me undo my chaps, will you? I’ve had a mite of trouble doing up buckles and buttons and tying knots and riding and eating and sleeping and wiping my own ass since taking a real big one for the team. Remember that? The real, real big, Artie-shaped big one I took for the team? Our team, right?” She gestured between herself and Holliday.

“You could lay it on a little less thick,” Holliday said. Still, she removed her own bandana, unfolded it, and laid it on the dirty ground to kneel on so she could undo Lou’s chaps.

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slugtranslation-hypmic · 5 months

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Hello,

Is there any way you could translate Samatoki's newest solo, Rinka/Blue Flame? I've been looking for a translation everywhere, but cannot seem to find one.

Best regards and thank you very much.

Oh my God I am desperate slug-san, please please pleaaasee tell me you know where to find a translation of Samatoki's Rinka/Blue Flame!! OTL I was so surprised a translator wasn't already linked in the wiki which is where I usually look first & then I couldn't find anything by searching on twitter or google or tumblr and I just really wanna know what his song is about!! T°T I can't believe I found a translation of Honobono's song but not of Samatoki's song?? I must be doing sth wrong.. Help :')

Hey slug-san! A follow-up of the Rinka/Blue Flame message. I've searched some more, and I think there's actually no translation of it so far anywhere.. T~T Would you be willing to translate it? A standard/literal translation with a lil clean-up like you did with Akuma no Hana would be totally alright!! Thank you so much for giving us the opportunity to engage with Hypmic in a way the official creators haven't made possible yet! :D <3

Sure. Under a cut for length.

I'm running at a speed faster than grief, going so fast I leave even the smallest bad feelings behind me. I spit on my dead-end future, spit in the dirty puddles. Now I'm clinging to the guardrail, tears tracing scribbled lines down my cheeks. I bet it looks pretty comical. C'mon, laugh at me, why don't you? Let's start somewhere around the unhappy ending. Why not? Works for me. The clear, blue sky waits for sunset; but to hell with that. I don't need that crap! Let's do whatever we damn well please, here in this vacant city. Just the thought of them makes me light up a cigarette. Look, I don't wanna tell people we gotta fight each other to get what we want. I just think we have to, because there's things out there that're worth keeping safe. There's a stray dog baying at the rain streaking down the glass, and that SOB won't shut up. Hey, fuck your umbrella. Who needs that kinda crap? Throw it away and let the rain drench you too. The beat's entrenched in my soul, a stupid requiem for this unfair world we live in, lying on its sickbed. C'mon, get in there and pay your respects to it. You don't have the time to sit around feeling sorry for yourself. You know lashing out's the answer, right? You'll be okay. And I'm not gonna tell you you're running from your responsibilities. So c'mon. Quit your sniveling and come ride with me. The brakes don't work; those emotions never get any slower. And we're burning ourselves out, but don't let that stop you from coming along with me for the ride. Ride with me through thick and thin. Ride with me all the way to the grave.

A few final notes:

Sunset is a metaphor for melancholy. When Samatoki rejects that in the third verse, he's rejecting sitting through his feelings of loss. He uses this image again later in the line I wrote as "sit around feeling sorry for yourself."

The gender and plurality of the "them" Samatoki thinks about isn't specified. While it's most likely referring to his family, the verse immediately afterward sounds like a direct reference to Ichirou and Samatoki battling to save their siblings in the TDD breakup.

"We're burning ourselves out" could also be written like "We're burning ourselves down to ash" which connects with the cigarette image.

Given the prevalence of stray dogs in hardboiled/yakuza fiction and their recurrence as an image in Samatoki's other raps, the stray dog should be understood to be Samatoki himself.

#hypmic translations

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kreamcakez · 7 months

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Horror Gaming- Kenma

(kinktober day 13)

Smut

Head cannons

CW: mentions of horror games, aged up Kenma and my brain rotting and this not being proff read

AN: it's Friday the 13th, and I already had plans for this one to be the mid point until the 31st. So Kenma and gaming with soft spice yesssss!!!! Keep this in mind!!! Gender neutral reader is intended for all of these!! And Kenma is aged up! So let's keep your mean thoughts to yourself because theses are just my horny thoughts. Thx and enjoy 🫰🏽

★★MDNI★★

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

★Okay, so picture this with me, Kenma no doubt lives for the whole vibe of Halloween. It's his calling, so Halloween themed horror nights are evry night. Kenma has a total...of to many horror games to count...😅 So you can bet he sometimes makes the games more interesting.

★Ya' possibly know the horror games that's when you're voice is heard the monster gets closer or gets you? He has a good amount of those, so if you can tell where this is going sit tight. He'll make you play the game in innocent nature and then he'll slowly ride is hand up your thigh and tell you how fun it'll be. Normally Kenma isn't bold but I feel he's very persuasive so he'll get what he wants 😈.

"Pudding, I can tell you that you'll be okay, plus it'll be fun~"

★or he'll hit you with that,

"Please~"

★↑ like begging Kenma, but only to get what he wants, got me like 🛐. Okay I'll stop now.

★Hell most definitely use a vibrator on you while you play the game. So when you whimper or whine, he can hear it. He'll be able to notice your little jumps and jolts the movements you make when you get close to climax but trying not to make a sound.

★It's dead quite until you slam your hand on the desk because Kenma turned up the settings on the vibrations. Like hime being kinda sadistic and bullying you (in a loving way) got me like 🛐🛐🛐. (But not important lol.)

★He'll most definitely be sneaky about turning the settings up or down. He won't let you know and seem like he's fully focused on your gameplay skills but he's more invested in the sounds your making. The same whimpers and whines and slight moans that are getting you killed.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

AN: Kenma is just— 🛐🛐 like I love Kenma. But hopped you enjoyed tho it was shorter.

#kinktober 2023 #haikyuu smut #kenma x reader #kozume kenma

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chaoticyumelikes · 4 months

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20 days ago someone asked me for this but unfortunately Tumblr ate the ask so I don't remember the user 😔 but remembered the ask! So here goes:

The Devil x Gn! Angel Reader

Well, well, well, how WAS your fall?

Well he used to be an angel too before he was unceremoniously kicked out due to... Heh... History. So color him surprised when he sees an angel of all things in his domain.

He had to rescue you from getting bullied by the regular denizens of the Underworld where they wanted to clip away your fluffy feathered wings. With the rise of an eyebrow while he looked at you, judging you and asking you what are you doing in the Underworld. Have you fallen from grace? Took a wrong turn in the geological or morality compass? It matters not, your presence will be met with irritation, annoyance and if you happen to be a true angel inside as well as out, you will be straight up irksome to him. So naturally he will keep you as a pet.

He misses Heaven though he will never ever admit it. So guess what? You're not going back. Suffer as he has... Kinda. He cannot be overly cruel to you... If you play your cards right of course. But he will never let you go back. You landed on his turf so evidently you belong to him now. If you behave nicely he will give you some freedoms such as walking around his abode without escorts but do NOT stray from him, "Not every demon is as handsome and compassionate as me, dear." He swears he developed a sixth sense when you (accidentally or not) stray a bit much to his liking. He gets snappy with everyone till he reaches you and (gently) grabs your hand to move you next to his throne before he incinerates everyone. Heck, the demons learn this very quickly, so any meetings with their boss they will look for you and kindly ask you to join (you're an angel, so you won't refuse the shivering demons' request...)

On the off chance you are an angel that he used to know be prepared to be relentlessly mocked by him, and him alone.

Not many get to interact with you as they fear their lord's wrath and consequently his pitchfork. Henchman is the only obvious exception. He is far too devoted to his master and thus has the Devil's trust.

You thought you'd have to learn about the Devil by asking Henchman but to your surprise not only the Devil tells you of his life he sets up a whole theatre act around it. When you genuinely clap at his performances his grin could not have been bigger. Finally! Someone of culture!

You bet that after you applaud him you just sealed your fate. He will try to convert you to his ways. He wants you always by his side being his "Yes-angel". Of course, since you are your own person/angel fights are gonna happen when you disagree even the tiniest bit.

Be ready for his tantrums. His very fiery, very dramatic, 6-year-old-worthy tantrums. Fortunately, since you are an angel you have powers, so you can block his fire (Henchman and King Dice have used you as a shield more than once. Not just as a flame shield but they believe their boss grows a bit soft at your general presence and you are a literal angel, you'd protect them anyhow... Right?)

Out of curiosity, he will investigate the why of your fall. Was it a logistical error that you were sent to Hell and not Heaven? Or something else. Won't ever tell you if he finds out though. You'll never know he is investigating your past either. You will suspect it however when his teasing gets a bit more personal tho.

Has pet your wings more than once. His wings were fluffier and prettier than yours (his words) but he misses his wings sometimes (would never let anyone know). If you envelop him in your wings... He complains all the while getting comfortable and sighing. Will even feign a glare or two, but you can see totally he doesn't really mean it.

Do not EVER give the Old Scratch a ride from you. For one he can fly, another reason is... You'll have to give him rides EVERYWHERE. Should you refuse him... He will become so dramatically heartbroken which in turn plays your heartstrings to the sound of guilt and... Dammit it works.

Despite his constant complaining he enjoys your company a lot. He even starts seeing you as an equal. He even starts falling for you (after he mistakes it for allergies and keeps a distance from you but then he misses you and like a cat he will impose himself for you to give him all the attention).

You'll only ever believe he loves you when he protects you from his less loyal minions or lost souls unfortunate enough to even touch you. His wrath will know no bounds.

The Cuphead brothers once tried to "free" you by literally grabbing you and escaping the place. To the brothers' absolute surprise not only do you tell them you want to stay, the Devil himself gets vicious and unrelenting in getting you back he almost manages to get their souls. Fortunately, your immediate "surrender" and staying by his side manages to somewhat calm him. The brothers definitely make a mental note to never do that again EVER.

Do not expect this boss of demons to say he loves you. He has a reputation to uphold mind you. Nooo, you're the one that must take the initiative.... And after him teasing the sh*t out of you for even saying such a thing he will accept the relationship. Be prepared to be always in his arms in private. He has to be touching you almost constantly in some way, even if it is his tail wrapped around you. Will complain and mope around though (like a cat) if you say something about it.

Be ready to be covered in his fur as he is ready to have some of your feathers somewhere on him. Any witness that blurts out something about it it's immediately dealt with.

#The devil x reader #the devil cuphead #The devil cuphead show #gn!reader #Angel reader #the cuphead show #fanfiction

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howlingday · 3 months

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Beacon Class of '24

Warning: The following dialogue contains material that may be too hostile and disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. -----------------------------------------

Yang: Is this what cam-girls feel like?

Weiss: I feel like cam-girls do a little more than we did.

Yang: At least those girls get paid! We have to flirt with that dork for free!

Weiss: It's not for free. We lost a bet. We don't get paid, it's just hoin' pro-bono.

Yang: Why would put up flirting with Jaune in the first place?

Weiss: What? You thought Blake could steal that hot dog roller?

Yang: Well, no, but... Ugh... That whole class yesterday. "Wow, Jaune~! Your One Piece drawings are so good~!" Ick!

Weiss: That's not the worst part. Everyone had to watch us do that was the worst part.

Yang: And he probably won't leave me alone for a month now. He's gonna go home and make characters of us in his games.

Weiss: He'll probably make us in Larceny at Large.

Yang: You can make characters in Larceny at Large?

Weiss: Do I look like bitch who would know?

Yang: Whatever. God, I need Mygone. (Fiddles in bra) H-Hey, where'd-?!

Weiss: (Pops pill in mouth)

Yang: Bitch, that was my last Mygone! How'd you take that?!

Weiss: Quick hands. Hm. Mygone and titties. What a combo.

Yang: Goes together like peanut butter and Pain-Away.

Weiss: This is true!

Yang: Ugh, yeah, he kept doing that, too! Like he has to be a fucking expert or something.

Weiss: It can't be worse than, "Uh... Okaaay?"

Yang: FUCK! I HATED how he said that!

Weiss: Like he has to be the gay comic relief cat in a fucking Whimsy cartoon.

Yang: This is true~.

Weiss: This is true~!

Yang: Quite the interesting outfit~.

Weiss: Yes, indeed~.

Yang: Stop screaming, we're having sex~!

Pyrrha: What are you girls up to? It sounds like you had a class with Jaune.

Weiss: She has BurgerQueen! Pyrrha, where'd you get BurgerQueen?!

Pyrrha: ...BurgerQueen.

Weiss: Bitch, give me a fry!

Pyrrha: Is that how you ask?

Weiss: Bitch, please give me a fry!

Yang: And yeah, we had a class with Jaune.

Pyrrha: (Feeds Weiss a fry) I could tell. He was drawing pictures the whole class.

Yang: No...

Weiss: What were we doing in the pictures?

Pyrrha: Just cute things, like holding hands and making kissy faces.

Yang: Weiss, we're gonna get murdered! We're gonna get murdered by a guy who gets motion sickness from riding a fucking bike!

Weiss: At least he won't torture us, since he'd get even more motion sick from carrying our bodies.

Pyrrha: Yes, well, I ripped them up. Not because I'm jealous or anything, but because I respect you both too much. I'm definitely not into Jaune at all.

Yang: You're the best, P-Money~!

Pyrrha: I know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go sell the janitor Drow-Zs. Later. (Leaves)

Weiss: She has got to be the hottest bitch ever.

Yang: I love her hair.

Weiss: ...Hey, what's gayer? Dating a girl or wanting a girl to have sex with your dead body?

Yang: Uh... Dating a girl?

Weiss: (Sighs) Yup. Still straight.

POP!

Yang: What the hell was that?

Weiss: It's probably the air conditioning unit exploding again.

Yang: Oh... Fuck, that scared the shit out of me.

POP! POP!

Yang: Huh. That's a lot of AC units.

Goodwitch: (Via PA) Attention faculty and students, we are in an emergency lockdown. Please follow emergency guidelines.

Yang: ...What the fuck was that about?

POP! POP! POP!

Jaune: (Muffled) COME AND GET SOME!

Weiss: Is that...

Yang: Jaune's fucking snapped! We gotta get the fuck outta here!

Weiss: Huh...

Yang: What do you mean, "huh"?! Let's go!

Weiss: Relax, Yang. There's no way he'd come for us. He likes us, so we're the last people he'd want to kill. Just chill out.

Yang: Easy for you to say! YOU TOOK MY LAST MYGONE! (Runs to door)

Yang: (Walks back)

Weiss: I thought you were escaping.

Yang: The doors are locked down.

POP!

Weiss: Oof... That was a big one.

Yang: You won't be in Volume 4.

Cardin: (Muffled) Is this because I ripped up your anime books?

Jaune: THEY'RE NOT ANIME BOOKS! THEY'RE CALLED MANGA!

POP!

Jaune: MAAANGAAAAAA!

POP! POP! POP!

Jaune: Anime girls are better than real women!

#rwby #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #class of '09 #class of '09 the anime #wrath club #jaune arc #cardin winchester #glynda goodwitch

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Hey was just wondering if you could do an Arthur x reader and Arthur being in the saloon and his wife is also there and the guys he’s with are teasing him about how single he is and Arthur’s like bet I can get the girl to leave with me and there like there is no way in hell that woman would leave with you but she’s his wife and Arthur downs his drink and walks up to his wife like hello gorgeous, how would you like to ride home on a real cowboy I got a six pack of cold ones and my roomie is out all night so you can scream my name as loud as you need to sugar and they walk out together and everyone’s gobs smacked and the readers like will you just stop and tell people I’m your wife and Arthur’s like nah I love the surprise on there faces when the see a beautiful woman like you wants to date me plz

Lonesome Pretty Boy

Hello there anon, and thank you for this request ! I wrote this shot by night (again), please don’t mind my awful mistakes ! I loved the plot btw !

I hope you'll like it ! I kinda struggled with the teasing lol

Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader

Word count : 2.6k

Short summary : Sometimes, Arthur likes impressing folks around him, not usually being able to score with women. But tonight, this woman is you.

A/Note : set relationship - Arthur is married to Reader

Tags : chapter 2, Arthur being flirty af, Roger Clark’s intimate voice lines with horses inspiration, teasing, cute nicknames

Oh, finally ! Dutch had finally decided to give Arthur some sort of day off for him to relax ! Morgan did not get the chance to have a break for weeks, and Sean’s rescue party was just a very quick glimpse of what some rest and carelessness could feel like. Just a day off, away from the rest of the gang, away from chores, away from endless requests from Strauss or Grimshaw, from Swanson’s drunkenness, Uncle’s complaints about his lumbago… or Sean’s overall presence. Just one day off felt like an entire holiday for Arthur. You two headed to Smithfield’s saloon in Valentine, Arthur wanted to be with you, to enjoy his rare free time by your side. You had even chosen your best gown for this occasion !

You had been a member of the gang for a long while already. It felt like ages, especially since you could remember welcoming a teenage Mary-Beth and lend her your old clothes. Arthur’s relationship with had always been quite peculiar, to say the least. He had displayed evident signs of attraction since the very first day you stepped foot in camp, with Dutch firmly holding you by the shoulders. He had stumbled upon you as you were on your way to a prison, while a couple of "old rich degenerates", as he called them, were begging the sheriff to hang you. The cause of their complaints ? Ten dollars you had stolen from that old man’s pocket to buy yourself some food after not being able to eat anything but grass for days. Living in the streets was no easy thing, especially when you were a young woman at the mercy of these men surrounding you, whether they were good or bad.

Arthur had welcomed you wide-open arms, offering you one of his old mattresses and blankets for you not to be cold. He had willingly asked Dutch to watch over you and had spent a few weeks taking care of your wellbeing. He had watched you swallow Pearson’s stew in one go after starving for days, drink gallons of coffee, caress the new clothes Grimshaw had given you, enjoying its soft fabric after being mostly used to torn jeans and dirty shirts.

"It’s for me ?" you had asked

"Of course, dear." Grimshaw had chuckled. "We can get you more clothes if you like, I just need to tell Dutch."

"No, that's alright."

What made Arthur fall for you was most certainly the way you held yourself and your beautiful facial features he could not help but gaze at for endless minutes. He was not good at expressing his feelings, feeling awkward most of the time. But, after a few months, you felt like the two of you had known each other for years. A few kisses and many wild nights in bed after his very first move towards you, Arthur had proposed to you under a large oak tree… and you would have been a fool to say no to these beautiful puppy eyes and soft smile.

You had been married for months already, the gang was aware of it. People did not ask about what you were doing when Arthur’s tent flaps were closed, or why the two of you would not get straight back to camp after a successful robbery. You had been with Dutch during the Blackwater Ferry Heist and had nearly died while escaping the city, which led Arthur to become even more protective towards you, being awfully traumatised after watching you bleed from your numerous wounds. This was mostly why he wanted you to go to the saloon with him. He wanted to have you nearby, close enough for him to feel alright, to be sure you were safe.

"Take a seat, sweetheart." Arthur told you as you two walking into the saloon. "I’m gonna get us something to drink."

You sat at a nearby table while Arthur went to the counter to order some whiskey for the two of you, one shot for him, and a bottle to share with you. Three fellers were talking about women beside him, he found himself listening to their conversation. One of them was married and was proud enough to boast about it, while the other two kept lamenting on the overall absence of women in their lives. Indeed, after spotting Arthur so close to them, waiting alone at the counter for his whiskey, they quickly reacted.

"Hey you, pretty boy." one of them said

Arthur lifted his head up, glancing at these three men near him, frowning a little. He absolutely hated being called pretty boy, you were mostly the only person who could call him such… without him grumbling about it. Whenever you would mention his handsomeness, Arthur would quickly blush and attempt hiding his face by tilting his hat forward for you not to spot his reaction… and this was probably the most adorable thing he would do on a daily basis, along with smiling at you when you were getting dressed.

"Yeah, you, cowboy." that same man restarted. "No woman by your arm tonight ?"

"That ain't your business, partner." Arthur answered with a smirk

"Can’t be easy to be a lonesome pretty boy, ain’t it ?" the married man laughed. "With all these women around..."

"Them women are too great for a dusty cowboy." another one laughed. "You ain’t gonna get a nice catch tonight."

What this man told Arthur almost felt challenging, if not rather funny. He did not mind them telling him about all the dust covering him… it was somewhat true. Despite having washed himself earlier this evening, the ride to Valentine’s saloon did not help him staying clean, especially considering its muddy streets. Arthur approached these men while placing his hands on his gun belt. He was a few inches taller than them, but they did not mind.

"I’d get all ‘em women on a plate if I wanted." one of them smiled. "All of them."

"That’s why you still ain’t got a wife, Henry." the married man sighed

"Ain’t you a smart one, feller." Arthur sighed, patting so-called Henry’s shoulder. "Go get your chance with a prostitute, maybe you won’t finish your night alone."

"I bet you’ll do the same. Prostitutes are a better catch than a nice woman for a man like you."

Arthur’s eyes widened as he quickly glanced around, noticing you were still reading your book. He could remember Hosea offering it to you following Sean’s party, you could not take your eyes away from it. He laughed a little as these men started joking around, still not feeling comfortable about them teasing him. He looked at his whiskey-filled glass and sighed, turning his head back to those three men, ready to prove them wrong by getting a nice catch tonight.

"Well, ‘bet I can get that girl right here." Arthur said, pointing toward you

"That one ?" the married man asked, looking at you. "With the nice gown ?"

"No way." Henry laughed. "Look at her, she’s dressed so well ! She’s too good for you, you’re just a dusty cowboy."

"Let’s see that."

Arthur gulped down his whiskey in one go, carefully taking two glasses and another bottle to your table while smirking at the group of men nearby. It felt like a challenge, something fun to do. He could still hear them talk behind him, mostly excited and amazed by this sudden courage Arthur displayed. Had it been with another woman, Arthur would have remained alone all night long.

"Hello there gorgeous." he said in the most flirtatious way

"Arthur ?" you turned your head up as you noticed him leaning on one of the wooden columns near the table

"Would you like some whiskey ?"

"Sure."

Arthur did not dare sitting next to you, feeling that these three fellers laughing at the counter would spot his sham. One single mistake and this scam would be over. He handled you the glass, causing you to rise from your seat and stand beside him, gently placing your small book inside your leather satchel Pearson had crafted for you. Arthur kept smiling, tilting his hat a little as you blushed. He had never been this confident with you, despite the two of you were married for a while already !

"Ain’t you such a beauty, m’lady."

"Arthur, what’s going on ?"

"It’s a shame to see you alone tonight."

You raised your eyebrows, felling quite confused by his peculiar speech and overall attitude. You had known Arthur for a while to get to understand his psychology and flaws, noting his self-hate and disgust towards his appearance which was, for a vast majority of people, absolutely amazing. Everyone you met, aside from people who owed money to Strauss and who got beaten up by Arthur, for instance, genuinely thought he was a very handsome man, healthy and well-built, with a rather friendly face. Arthur never felt confident enough with anyone, and the night he had asked you out to propose to you almost felt like a miracle.

"Why are you acting like this ?" you asked. "Just… sit down, you’re making me nervous."

"Well, Miss, would you like a ride on a real cowboy ?" Arthur said, pouring some whiskey in your glass while looking straight into your eyes

"What ?"

"I've got a large box filled with cold beers at home, you know."

"Sorry ?"

Your eyes widened as you did not understand what was going on, and why Arthur was behaving the way he did. Riding on a cowboy ? What did he try to asl you ? You spent a few seconds trying to process the meaning of his sentence as Arthur bent over your shoulder and gently bit your earlobe, causing you to shiver. His breath so close to your skin made you feel great, but the way he just came to you like this was quite suspicious. Just like Jack behaving like an angel with Abigail in order to hide the truth after messing around, Arthur’s overall attitude at the moment made you feel like he was hiding something.

"Oh, and my housemate is out all night…" he whispered so intimately, causing you to smile a little, and leading men to suddenly stop talking

"Arthur." you chuckled. "What the hell is wrong with you ?"

"Don’t worry, you’ll be able to scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar."

You chuckled louder after taking a sip of your whiskey. Arthur had tried many nicknames with you, but both "sugar" and "gorgeous" were the ones he had never used. In fact, Arthur mostly called you sweetheart or dove, believing these sweet nicknames were suiting you enough for him to nearly forget your real name at some point.

"So, gonna let me take home home ?" Arthur smirked.

"We’ve only been here for a few minutes !"

"This ain’t a place for us… we better go."

"But…-"

"Let’s go, sugar."

You gasped as you barely had time to place your empty glass on the table while Arthur wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the saloon while passing by the three men he had encountered that same night, looking at him with wide-open eyes. Their’s jaws dropped as they saw how beautiful you were, so gentle-looking under his large arm. Who would have thought you would be willing to go with him ? Common people did not know about the two of being actually married.

"And you said he’s just a dusty cowboy." one of them told Henry

"Damn it." the latter grumbled, swallowing his beer in one go

Arthur gently opened the saloon’s door to allow you to walk outside, you went downstairs, closer to his horse as you felt like you were about to get into an argument. This was his quiet evening, you knew Dutch would not allow him going out by night again, purposefully keeping him around on guard duty while you would be doing chores with the rest of the girls.

"What the hell was that ?" you grumbled, crossing your arms on your chest. "We barely had time to sit and enjoy our whiskey !"

"Sorry, err, ‘em men were teasin’, I told ‘em I was gonna get you."

"Gonna get me ? I’m your wife, damn it ! You already have me !"

You wanted to slap Arthur for his sudden lack of consideration towards your relationship but quickly avoided raising a hand towards his face by taking your book out and storing it in the horse’s satchel, not even bothering to look at Arthur. You hated when he was playing foolish games and your rather angry face led him to come closer to you, his hands behind his back.

"I’m sorry, darlin’." he sighed, genuinely sorry. "I… I just wanted ‘em fellers to see that even dusty cowboys can get women they want."

"You saw their reactions, right ? Tell them the truth."

"No, no. I ain’t gonna do that."

You turned back to look at Arthur who was smiling, despite begging you to forgive him for his foolish mistake of not telling these men the truth about himself right away. Arthur tilted his head a little, sending you one of his most pleading looks he usually gave you when he knew he had done something wrong.

"Will you just stop behaving like a kid ?" you snarled. "Now, you get back inside and tell them I’m your wife."

"Nah !" Arthur laughed. "I loved that surprise on ‘em faces when they saw that a beautiful woman like you is willin’ to go out with me."

"If you don’t tell them, I will."

"Don’t."

You really wanted to walk back inside the saloon to explain these three men that Arthur had lured them into a very believable lie, pretending that you were just a random stranger while being is actual wife. His blooming smile made you forget about your desire to get inside and break down his lie, his pleading look did not help one bit either !

"Please, Y/N ?" Arthur asked

"Fine." you groaned. "Now that we’re out of the saloon, what do we do ?"

"Well…"

Arthur moved slightly closer, gently placing his large hands on your corseted waist, causing you to blush unexpectedly. You were still somewhat mad at him for lying the way he did, but did not care much anymore. Whenever your eyes would meet his, you would be quick to forget about his flaws and crimes, mostly focusing on the positive aspects of your relationship.

"I can still get a large box of cold beers." Arthur smiled, giving you his eternal puppy glance. "And… since I don’t have any housemate, I believe a night at the hotel would be a great deal before comin’ back to camp tomorrow morning. Don’t you think ?"

"You’re hopeless, really." you sighed, unable to say no

"Ain’t that why you love me ?"

"Yeah…"

You loved him for who he was, but his childish side would always make you chuckle. In fact, you could not resist him at all, no matter what he was doing or how he was doing it. Arthur was everything to you and you knew that, despite this nice moment at the saloon being cut short by his rather boyish behaviour, you were going to spend a wonderful and probably sleepless night with him, going wild in one of the hotel’s bedrooms. Neither you nor him would look fresh tomorrow on guard duty, but did this matter ? You were about to spend a wonderful night without feeling the need to worry about the gang. The rest of the world did no longer matter as long as you would be with Arthur, husband or not. This night was going to be great, and you would probably laugh about it someday.

"Let’s go, Mrs. Morgan." Arthur smiled as you headed to the hotel

"I can still scream your name as loud as I need ?"

"You sure can. I even hope you will."

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but I DO MY MAKEUP IN SOMEBODY ELSE'S CAR and we order DIFFERENT drinks at the SAME BAR and I hear SOUNDS in my MIND, BRAND NEW SOUNDS in my mind and honey I'll be seeing you down 'EVER I go, yes honey I'll be seeing you down EVERY road and I'll come get my things but I CAN'T LET GO and I'm acting like I don't see every ribbon that used to tie yourself to me and WILL YOU SWAY WITH ME? go astray with me? and I'm gonna dream with a FEVER and jack and jill get FUCKED UP AND POSSESSIVE when it gets DARK and in the morning, you'll be DANCING with all the HEARTACHE and the TREASON, THE FANTASIES OF LEAVING, in the morning, you'll be dancing WITH US and i think that you might be the same as me, behave abnormally? and we'll end up PAINTED on the road, RED and CHROME and i am your SWEETHEART, PSYCHOPATHIC crush and CAN YOU HEAR THE VIOLENCE? megaphone to my chest, broadcast the BOOM BOOM BOOM and make em all dance to it and BLOW ALL MY FRIENDSHIPS TO SIT IN HELL WITH YOU and BABY REALLY HURT ME and CRYING in a TAXI and GO BACK into the arms of the girl I LOVE and all that a STRANGER would see is one girl swaying ALONE, stroking her cheek and you're a LITTLE much for me and EVERY PERFECT SUMMER'S EATING ME ALIVE and you're all gonna WATCH ME DISAPPEAR into the SUN and PLEASE could be tender? and i will sit close to you, let's give it a MINUTE before we admit that we're THROUGH and it's LATE and this song is for YOU and now we sit in your car and OUR LIVE IS A GHOST, well I guess I should go, yeah I guess I SHOULD go and i care for myself the way I used to care about you and why even TRY to get it right and IT'S TIME TO LET GO OF THIS ENDLESS SUMMER AFTERNOON and three years loved you EVERY single week, IT WAS REAL FOR ME, yup, real for me and now I'll fake it EVERY SINGLE DAY 'till I don't need FANTASY 'till I FEEL YOU LEAVE and BUT I STILL REMEMBER EVERYTHING!! HOW we'd DRIFT buying GROCERIES, how you'd dance for me and I'm gonna let go of LITTLE things 'till I'm far away from you SO FAR AWAY FROM YOU and gonna wanna TAPE MY MOUTH SHUT and LOOK OUT, lovers and lights are on and they've all gone home BUT WHO AM I? and we TOLD you this was MELODRAMA and the TERROR and the HORROR, GOD, I WONDER WHY WE BOTHER and all the GUNFIGHTS and the LIMELIGHTS and the HOLY SICK DIVINE nights and SORRY I WAS NEVER GOOD LIKE YOU and DID MY BEST to exist JUST FOR YOU and I am my MOTHER'S child, I'll LOVE you 'till my breathing stops, I'll LOVE you 'till you call the COPS on me and BET YOU RUE THE DAY YOU KISSED A WRITER IN THE DARK and in my DARKEST hours I stumbled on a SECRET power, I'll FIND a way to be without you, babe, and i ride the subway, read the signs, I LET THE SEASONS CHANGE MY MIND, I LOVE IT HERE SINCE I STOPPED NEEDING YOU and IN MY HEAD I DO EVERYTHING RIGHT!!! and COME HOME TO MY HEART!!!! and in your car the radio UP and maybe we just do it VIOLENTLY and every night I LIVE AND DIE and I HATE the headlines and the weather and SPILL MY GUTS underneath the OUTDOOR LIGHT and I'M 19 AND I'M ON FIRE and ALL of our heroes FADING and ALL the nights spent OFF our faces TRYING TO FIND THESE PERFECT PLACES and WHAT THE FUCK are perfect places ANYWAY and

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Lightning Never Strikes the Same Place Twice

Chapter One of Sweet Home Alabama

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd), Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd)

Description: Love stories are something special. All through history it is the greatest of love stories which have resonated in the minds of the public. This story, while it is a love story, could probably best be called a life story. Our cast of characters is unapologetically human. Maybe one day, you'll soon realize that Home is where the heart is, even when you don't know it.

Themes: angst, love, smut, attraction

Warnings: None is this chapter, unless you count getting struck by lightning.

Word Count: 1330

A/N: Hi All! It's finally here! After nearly two months of my character moodboards I bet you all are more than ready to see my actual story take flight! I know I am! As anyone who has seen the movie before knows, it's a little dated. There are parts of it which have not stood up to the test of time just over twenty years later. Those are the parts which I aim to fix. Thanks to @desert-fern for beta-ing this chapter for me, I truly appreciate it! Also, I feel like I can't say this enough, but thanks to @thedroneranger, @cherrycola27 and @mamachasesmayhem for being such cheerleaders over the past few months as I've been writing this story! I hope you all love it!

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

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Like all great love stories, this story begins with a boy and a girl. The town of Pigeon Creek, Alabama isn’t known for much, but to you and your best friend, it’s the whole world. There isn’t a person in town who doesn’t know you. It’s that sense of security that has you sneaking out of your house with what has to be the biggest lightning storm you’ve ever seen hot on your heels. But you’re not going alone. You hop on your bike, riding as fast as you can until you reach your best friend’s house. The sky is dark and overcast, the gray of the clouds shot through with bright electric streaks. It feels like it's going to start raining at any minute, the scent of petrichor heavy in your nose. But a little rain has never once scared you. In fact, it might be your favorite time of season. When it rains, the whole world feels clean and clear. Drenched in dewdrops, every minute feels full of promise. Today though, you’re not searching for the rain. You want the big bang, the kaboom, the lightning strikes and the thunder. You’re not witnessing it alone, either. Grabbing a handful of pebbles, you throw them, one at a time, until the window opens, and you see his disheveled blonde head stick out.

“What in the hell are you doing out here, Linley Mitchell?!” He’s whisper-shouting, his accent as thick as molasses as he rubs his eyes with his fists like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Honestly, you can't blame him. You vaguely remember a warning about the storm coming up on the radio when you were at home.

“I came to get you, you idiot! And don’t curse at me, Jacob Seresin! Your mama’d have your ass tarred as soon as you could blink if she heard you!” You’ve got your hands on your hips, your gap-toothed smile on full display as you glare playfully up at Jake. The wind whips around you, teasing your dark hair out of the messy ponytail at the back of your head and grabbing insistently at the thin hoodie you’re wearing. It’s ominously dark, and the entire world seems awfully quiet as you stand in Jake’s backyard.

But he’s not moving. You’re not witnessing this alone, so your voice takes on a wheedling tone. “There’s a lightning storm today, Jake! ‘Member when I found that book at the library? The one talking about lightning glass? I wanna see what happens if lightning strikes the beach! I want to know if there’ll be glass there! An’ you’re coming with me!” A wide grin over takes your face, barely visible in the darkness surrounding you, yet you know that Jake sees it. It’s a little shocking that he’s so reticent. You never have to try so hard to convince him to come along.

“Alright, alright. Lemme put my shoes on, and I’ll be right there.” He sounds so fed up with you, but this is why the two of you work. You bring the crazy, and he tries to rein it in. That’s the way it’s been your entire life.

It’s not long before the creaky side door of the Seresin house squeaks open and closes with a soft thud and Jake trots out with his sneakers in hand. Jake looks worried, pausing for an instant like he’s expecting his Ma to come rushing out of the house to drag him back in by his ear. He shoves his feet into the worn canvas before bounding down the stairs.

“C’mon, Linley! Why are we looking for lightning, anyway? Y’know we’re supposed to stay inside. This is the worst storm Pigeon Creek has seen in about a hundred years!” You ignore him, though, jogging down the street as the storm clouds build and build. "Didn't you hear the radio say that?"

Those last words make your feet stop in their tracks. You probably should have explained a little bit better. “You wanted to see the lightning glass, dummy! That’s why!” Your grin is still wide, still open, but for the first time in your life, you can’t figure out what’s making your best friend look at you as he is. It has you feeling weird, the silence between the two of you more weighty than you were expecting. The moment stretches, like the finest of the spider webs in a gossamer strand between the two of you, at least until the first clap of thunder startles Jake into motion. He hugs you tight, smelling like sweat and dust. So do you, honestly. Summer in Alabama coats everyone and everything in that scent.

“Will you marry me?” You can’t believe what he’s asking you, so you start running again instead. The lightning starts just as the green grass under your feet transitions to scrub grass and sand.

“Come on, Jake!” Excitement courses through your veins as you draw closer and closer to the beach.

“Slow down!” He’s huffing as he tries to keep up, green eyes fixating on your bouncing pony tail yards ahead of him.

Rather than listen, you speed up a bit more. “Hurry up, Jake!”

“Linley! I gotta get home. Mama’s gonna kill me!” He catches up to you just as the first strike of lightning hits the ground in front of you. “Wow, did you see that?” The wonder in his voice is mirrored on your face as the two of you stare at each other in wide-eyed wonder.

“One thousand one, One thousand two…” You start counting under your breath even as you jog onto the beach.

“So, are you going to answer me?” He’s really pushing for this, huh? Why now?

“No!” You just keep running, single-minded in your search for the all too elusive lightning glass.

“No, you won’t answer, or no, you won’t marry me?” You really can’t believe what you’re hearing. You stop running so you can respond.

“Jake Seresin, I’m ten years old! I got too much to live for!” Just as you say those words, lightning hits the ground barely six inches before you. You run in the opposite direction squealing in fright, only for Jake to tug you back to where the lightning struck.

“Don’t go that way, ya’ dolt! C’mere!” Jake leads you right towards the spot where lightning struck moments before.

The sand is melted into a pool of hot glass, glowing red in the dim light.

“That’s so cool!” Your voice is awed even as you reach a hand out towards it.

“It’s hot! Don’t touch it!” Jake grabs your hand, smiling at you even as you look wide-eyed at the molten glass before you.

“We should be safe here!” His voice is full of confidence.

“Well, who says?” The wind’s picked up, snatching the words out of mouth before you’ve even said them.

“Well, everyone. Lightning never strikes the same place twice!” The two of you stand side by side, watching the clouds move as the storm winds whip around you. It makes sense, what he's saying.

“Why would you want to marry me anyways, huh?” Looking at Jake reminds you of how the last growth spurt made him taller than you and how much you hate it.

“So I can kiss you anytime I want.” That was not what you were expecting. But you like that idea. It means that you don't have to share Jake. That your best friend is going to be by your side forever.

So ultimately, his words have you stepping closer and closer until you feel lips against your own. Your eyes flutter close as love washes through you. It's sweet and soft, a peck more than a kiss, but you wouldn't change it for the world. The lightning, however, had other ideas, zapping you and your best friend. That was your first kiss, in the middle of a lightning storm with the one boy you thought you’d love forever. Guess you were wrong.

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