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01zfan · 8 months ago

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stress relief | o. sh

boyfriend!shotaro x reader | 6k words

this fic was fueled by a request and a compilation i saw of him using his hands…shotaro we freaking love you. listened to too sweet by hozier while writing this. not proofread.

contains: using toys

shotaro woke up before the sun did. he dreaded hearing his alarm so much that he often found himself waking up before it had the chance to go off. every week thursday’s loomed over him like a dark cloud.

each thursday was shotaro’s dedicated day of the week that he would be in the office from sunrise to sunset. he never considered himself to be an early bird, the exact opposite actually. most days it wouldn’t be until ten in the morning before he could speak, but every thursday he was forced to arrive before everyone else got there.

shotaro would drink his black coffee while walking around the office, assigning roles for next projects. he would be desperately trying to get himself awake while getting clerical things in order before the teams arrived. during the day, shotaro was in charge of checking that the projects he managed were on track to be completed by the deadline. after everyone left, he would spend an hour or so taking notes on current problems in the projects and how to fix them.

shotaro always thought that as he moved up the corporate ladder he’d have less responsibilities, or atleast more people to pawn them off to. but when he became lead project manager he suddenly had more things he was in charge of and his allotment of errors in his work greatly depreciated. sometimes he couldn’t believe he went from being the assistant that was on his phone all day to the leader of multiple teams, and how important it was for him to always be right. shotaro shook his head and rubbed his eyes to refocus on the computer screen. he believed that if he thought about his obligations too much, that nasty habit he had of biting his bottom lip would return.

the sun had gone down when shotaro was able to finally leave. he was the last one out, turning the lights off behind him locking the doors. he sighed heavily, letting his shoulders sag in relief as he made his way down the sterile office hallways. at first he was scared to be in the office by himself at such late hours, but now he couldn’t care less. on thursday nights the only thing on shotaro’s mind was getting home.

on his way home he turned the music up a little higher than usual, drumming along to the beat on the steering wheel and singing loudly. at each stoplight he got impatient, waiting for the light to turn green. shotaro looked to his phone in the empty passenger seat, waiting for his lockscreen to light up from a notification. it wasn’t fair that after the long day he had at work red lights were stopping him from coming home. he drove safe, resisting the urge to floor the pedal to get home faster.

shotaro’s patience was already dwindling when he exited the office. by the time he made it to the apartment building he was almost a completely different person. when the elevators were taking shotaro up to your shared apartment, he impatiently checked his watch each time it stopped on a floor that wasn’t his. something was eating away at him. the something started in his mind when he thought of you. once shotaro got started he couldn’t stop. he spent all day letting the thoughts of you marinate. he thought about you working from home, taking naps, and meandering around the apartment in between breaks. you probably haven’t left the apartment once. you probably hadn’t eaten either. shotaro thought about your routine all day, if you were still sleeping when you had set so many alarms the night before.

shotaro knew you had spent the day sleeping and the night working when he walked through the front door. the apartment was the exact same as when he left it in the morning. the day passed by in the apartment without a single thing changing. everything was still off, the low glow of a computer screen coming from the bedroom being the only light. shotaro shook his head and smiled while setting down his things. all those alarms were useless—shotaro knew you had hit the snooze a thousand times before finally getting up.

he broke your concentration when he opened the bedroom door. your eyes that was focused on the computer screen snapped up, almost embarrassed that shotaro caught you so stressed over work.

when shotaro got promoted in his job, you became the carefree one in the relationship. the one that had the luxury of going to bed at a reasonable time and the one that would wake up for the sunrise. the role you had was easy, funded by your boyfriend who worked a corporate job and bought you whatever you wanted. you still had your own job, one that was remote and you could choose your own hours.

your role in the relationship was something you were very dedicated to. you made the point to give shotaro health tips, to help him destress after a long day. you had been so relaxed you forgot what it was like to be stressed. to have your jaw clenched so hard it felt sore, or to have that feeling of failure loom over you like a dark cloud.

when shotaro came through the door you had forgotten what time it was. you looked back quickly to your phone, where a reply to your boyfriend was unsent in your messages. both of you knew it was locked away to limit distractions. shotaro knew it was necessary but he hated it so much. without your get home safe text he had to be extra safe on the road, and without seeing your face shotaro almost forgot why he was working so hard at his job.

“you don’t have to be so quiet when you come in, ya know.” you said.

shotaro smiled, a hand going underneath your chin to squeeze gently. he knew he was dramatic, but he had almost forgotten what it felt like to touch you. feeling you underneath his fingertips eased the stressed of the day and seeing you smile only made him smile harder. he was always so quiet when coming home late, careful to not wake you. each time he did it you had to remind him it was unnecessary, and each time he shrugged his shoulders before saying it’s a habit.

“it’s late.” shotaro made his way past you to sit on the bed. he plugged in his phone as he sat on the edge, setting it on the bedside table. “i thought you would be asleep by now.” he said.

you didn’t look up from your screen, resting your head on your propped up knee while you continued to type. shotaro watched the back of your head move while you reread lines, trying to make sure you weren’t rambling due to exhaustion.

“got a late start today.” you said.

shotaro hummed, knowing he was right that you got up late. you probably haven’t even eaten, only getting up for a quick snack that burned right through you. shotaro continues to look at your back as he gets himself undressed. he starts with his socks, a checkered colorful pair you got him for his birthday. he went with his dress shirt next, undoing each button slowly and take it off. shotaro got his pants last, making a point to be a little louder taking off his belt and letting the pants fall to the floor.

he was only a little embarrassed to admit how badly he needed your attention. usually it was shotaro coming home to you already in bed, all he had to do was get undressed before sliding into the sheets next to you. it was almost primitive how shotaro instantly felt happy, how the stress from the day melted off of him just by being on the receiving end of your affection. he would slide into the sheets and you would pull him in close, before murmuring that you missed him.

shotaro working at an office and you working from home caused a chasm in your perception of workplaces. when shotaro was in the office, he was professional. he was the leader his company needed, and was serious about his work. in the bedroom, he was needy. he needed to always be touching you, or talking to you. so seeing you treat the bedroom like an office space still through shotaro for a loop. if you had turned around, or stopped typing for a moment just to look back he could’ve been sated. but you stayed focused on the screen, only taking a break to stiffly straighten your back.

when you went back to your hunched position, shotaro felt his fingers start to move. he got up from his side of the bed, walking over to you. he put his hands on your shoulders before pressing gently. you stiffened for a moment before relaxing slightly. shotaro tried not to think about the possibility of you forgetting he was even in the room still when he started gently prodding your back. when shotaro felt the knots beneath your skin, he wasted no time driving his fingers deep until you tried to move out of his hold.

“shotaro that hurts.” you complained.

you didn’t even throw a glance over your back before going back to your terrible posture. shotaro looked at the digital clock. it was too late in the night for both of you to be awake—or atleast too late for both of you to not be in bed.

”you are going to destroy your back doing that.” shotaro said.

he went back to the knots on your back, gently until you eased underneath his touch. shotaro almost wanted to laugh, now it was him giving you tips on your health and him trying to help you ease your stress.

he almost thought you would laugh at it too, but you only continued to focus on the screen in front of you.

“i have to finish this.” you said.

shotaro tried to focus his bleary eyes on whatever work you were doing. nothing could be comprehended by his tired mind. he leaned forward acting like he understood what was on your computer until his face was beside yours.

“you know it’s scientifically proven that your mind won’t retain information past a certain time?” shotaro said.

you scoffed, moving your face closer to shotaro’s until your cheeks touched. you relaxed further as shotaro found a stubborn knot. you stayed in place, letting your head hang forward as shotaro pressed deeper into the knot.

“i need to get this done.” you said still with your head hanging low.

“you have all weekend.” shotaro said quietly.

he continued to work on massaging your back, actively feeling your inhibitions crumble as his fingers continued to do their work. he reached up further, wondering if you could feel the thin bands of his rings press into the bare skin of your neck.

“so tense.” shotaro chided. you sighed, taking your hands away from your keyboard to let them fall at your side. “let me give you a massage.”

shotaro knew he was being too presumptuous when you snapped your head to look at him. he tried to give you the most innocent smile he could muster. shotaro tried his best, but it was hard to feign innocence after hearing your tiny sighs of relief. shotaro felt himself wanting to help you relax the same way you always helped him.

“aren’t you tired?” your eyes were low and bleary as you looked at him. “i’ll be in bed soon.” you said.

shotaro shook his head slowly while he continued to massage your back.

“just for a little bit,” shotaro drove his fingers into your skin a little more, smiling to himself when your sighs of relief got a little louder. “i’ll set an alarm and everything so you can get back to work.” he reasoned.

you looked at the words on your screen, how they stopped making sense a long time ago. you still feel shotaro’s fingers continue their ministrations on your back. the bed behind you looks inviting, and so is the smile on shotaro’s face.

you get up from your seat to look at shotaro. his smile is big, reaching up to his eyes before he goes in for a kiss.

he’s gentle at first, thumb stroking your hand gently. when shotaro tries to deepen the kiss, you pull away.

“only thirty minutes,” you walk over to the bed and shotaro follows behind you closely. when you sit down on the edge shotaro stands in front of you. the smile on his face didn’t falter when you pointed your finger at him menacingly. “and no funny business.” you say.

“what do you mean?” he asks.

shotaro plays dumb, tilting his head while you tilt your head sideways and give him a hard stare. shotaro folds, putting his hands up in defeat as you lay down on the bed.

you lay facedown on the bed, trying to urge your body to relax. you haven’t been this stressed in so long you forgot how to manage it. it wasn’t until shotaro’s hands moved your limbs to the perfect place you felt your body begin to loosen. when you felt him straddled your lower back you had to repeat the motion to get yourself to relax again.

shotaro started high, a little below the space he had been working at since he got home. every part of you felt rigid, brought on by the mental strain of work. shotaro sympathized with you silently—he knew what it was like to have an unbelievable workload that seemed unbearable at times. he also had the luxury to leave everything at work. you had no choice but to be reminded of your unfinished projects each time you looked up from the bed to stare at your computer. when shotaro saw your eyes stay on the screen of your computer he started to become brash. his hands that were over your shirt was suddenly underneath the fabric, running his hands so far down your sides his hand was wedged between your stomach and the mattress. you didn’t stop his hand, or remind him about no funny business. you only let out a content sigh and turned your head back to face the pillow.

“don’t think about work right now.” shotaro said.

his voice was gentle but stern. you gave in quickly, saying an ”okay” muffled by the pillow. you tried to sound even with your voice, but the end of your words had an airy lift. the near whimper in your voice went straight to shotaro’s pants. usually he was better at controlling himself, but the view of you under him going slack and the feeling of his crotch pressing against your ass made him lightheaded. it didn’t help that you had been on shotaro’s mind all day, or that he was able to bring you relief from your stress.

he tried to remain professional, he tried so hard. he tried to not partake in the funny business, but when he pushed your shirt all the way up to your neck you didn’t stop him. when shotaro got up from the bed to grab lotion you let out a pretty whine from loss of contact. when shotaro returned and let the cold lotion spurt on your back you only shivered and made the feeble attempt to reach back and undo your bra strap knowing shotaro would do it for you.

excitement creeped over shotaro’s body, and he wondered if you could tell. he tried his best to not let the tent in his underwear poke you, but shotaro knew that you knew what drove him insane.

he kept part of his promise though, working his way up your back rubbing out the tension until your skin was damp from the lotion.

“so tense.” shotaro says above you.

you only groan in response, letting one of your arms go limp over the side of the bed. it is so relaxing, you think that if shotaro keeps going you’ll fall asleep.

if he listened to what you said, he would’ve just given you a massage until your alarm went off to let you go back to work. but your sighs of relief were so blissful to his ears and the skin of your back was so soft. your moisturized skin had started to glow from the light of your computer skin. shotaro couldn’t stop his mind from thinking about your body glistening in sweat and the toys you two kept in the bedside table called out to him like a devil on his shoulder.

“babe?” shotaro said, still looking at the drawer of his bedside table.

you were nearly asleep, only being able to hum lightly to let shotaro know you heard him. shotaro was silent for a moment, letting his hand drift all the way down your until he rested above your ass.

“can i go lower?” he asked.

you only hesitated a second before mumbling a yes.

shotaro didn’t hesitate moving his legs further down your body, until he could comfortably lean his crotch against your ass. shotaro felt you perk up and preen your ass slightly backwards to really feel all of him. his hands kept you down, kneading your ass over your pajama pants. he wished you were wearing those thin shorts to bed, the ones that were too short to cover all of you. but he would settle for the thin material of your pants.

he kept kneading the skin, until your body started working against his force to put your ass further in the air. both you and shotaro got quiet, driven by the feeling of your bodies touching. shotaro fully delved into the funny business he promised not to do and you were no better.

your ass was grinding against his dick when the alarm on your phone went off. it was blaring and it was loud, overtaking the sounds of quiet pants and breaking through the fog in your brain. your monitor screen had timed out, leaving you and shotaro only in the light of your screensaver.

shotaro quickly grabbed his phone from the bedside table, turning it off while cursing it in his mind. he purposely pressed his dick into you as he moved, dragging it back and forth slowly as he went back to his previous position behind you. if you wanted to get back to work he would not stop you. deadlines were deadlines, and shotaro would always be here. but that did not stop him from leaning forward, so close to you that his breath fanned against the shell of your ear.

“thirty more minutes?” he asked with a smile.

you laughed into the pillow. shotaro felt the bed shift as you pressed your ass flush against his hips. shotaro’s hand gripped your hips and travelled to your stomach, pressing against your skin to perfect your form.

“when has sex with you ever been thirty minutes?” you asked.

shotaro pulled back from your ear, using his other hand to open the drawer of the bedside table. he could see you snap your head to the drawer, laser-focused on his hand as shotaro shuffled his hand around. he knew exactly what he was looking for, but he wanted to see you squirm as he obnoxiously rummaged through, making the metal cuffs clang around.

when shotaro finally pulled out the matching set of pink toys, he could feel you draw in your breath. he was having trouble breathing on his own, the anticipation that was building stacking exponentially. your body stiffened and shotaro could feel the energy in the room change as he purposely took his time dragging the tip of the dildo down your smooth back. you shivered again and shotaro gave you the space to perk your ass up in the air as you took off your shirt and bra the rest of the way. your face was still down and shotaro grabbed a handful of your clothed ass, reveling in your whine.

“this isn’t sex.” shotaro said.

he rested on his haunches and leaned down, so close until he could press his face into your bottom half. when you rubbed your ass against his cheek shotaro put both hands on your ass spreading them. he breathed in the scent of you, something he spent all day thinking about.

“just stress relief,” he reached behind him, putting the tip of the vibrating dildo over your clothed clit. “so you can get back to work, yeah?”

“yeah.” you said meekly.

shotaro laughed and cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to your ass before straightening his back. from his space above you he could see how you turned your head, one side pressing against the pillow. shotaro wished he could see your whole face, but he got what he needed seeing your eyebrows stitch together as he turned on the dildo.

the initial vibration made you jolt. shotaro anticipated it, holding your body in place by a hand on your hip. your hands instantly fisted the sheets, letting out a weak whimper.

“so jumpy.” shotaro tsked.

he pressed the button on the dildo before putting it to the side. he knew the instructions to the dildo better than you. when shotaro initially bought the toys, you were too embarrassed to even look at them. you brought the covers up to your eyes while shotaro diligently read the instructions, pressing the buttons over and over to figure out how to use it. you made him keep the toys on his side of the bed at first too, and almost always looked nervous when you had to reach in his drawer for something.

but now you loved the toys almost as much as shotaro did. he would come home from work on occasion and find them missing, hidden on your side of the bed. those were always the best days. shotaro got to show you how to properly use your own toys, and he got to tease you relentlessly when your eyes would go wide after finding out a new function. he would tease you until you wer a crying mess, talking about how you don’t even know how to get yourself off properly with your own toys.

his favorite function on the vibrating pink dildo was it’s ability to warm up. it took a second, but when it was ready it would emulate the warmth of his own dick. shotaro was a modern man and he loved innovation. so while he waited for the pink dildo to warm up he brought the reliable vibrator. it had one setting, and barely worked but it always got the job done.

shotaro slotted himself between your legs, forcing them further apart with his own. you let yourself become malleable underneath his touch, moving to the exact position he placed you in.

“just relax for me.” shotaro said.

he peered over your body to look at your face. when your hand quickly reached back he held it tightly, pressing it against your back. he only needed one hand now to turn on the vibrator, causing you to instantly fidget. you pushed your ass in whatever direction shotaro would pull the vibrator to. shotaro was fascinated seeing you chase stimulation so desperately. when he pulled it away you wiggled your ass, and when shotaro dragged it down your slit you pushed your hips backwards so desperately it made the vibrator prod your entrance. you were whimpering chasing the feeling, only pulling away when shotaro would place it on your clit.

“need you.” you whimpered pathetically into your pillow.

shotaro hummed sympathetically, still dragging the vibrator along your bottom half. he felt himself straining in his underwear, so hard that the precum started seeping through the fabric.

shotaro had the habit of taking out his stress on you in the bedroom. something about seeing you come undone at his hands eased the weight on his shoulders. for some twisted reason, seeing you cum from anything else but his dick helped ease his stress even more. deductive reasoning told shotaro it was probably about control, maybe projection, or maybe taking care of you first made shotaro feel like he was taking care of himself. there were multiple times that shotaro had finished without touching himself, only touching you. he had heard the horror stories from his friends about cumming too early, but once again shotaro was a modern man. he was ready to go again quickly, and was resourceful enough to keep you going long after he was done.

“i’m right here, baby.” shotaro cooed.

he let go of your hand briefly to reach and touch your cheeks. it made your eyes open, and shotaro saw you try to look for him behind you. he moved his body to enter your lined of sight, still playfully prodding his vibrator at your entrance. when your features softened shotaro went back to pressing it into your clit. your high pitched whine went right to shotaro’s dick, bringing him forward to grind it on your ass. the precum that seeped through his underwear got on your pajama pants. shotaro looked up at the ceiling, going back to pressing your hand against your ass. he pressed the vibrator further into your clit, until you turned your head forward and your hand pressed against the headboard.

shotaro watched your body rock against nothing, and he saw your thighs shake. he started gripping your ass again, pulling you back to press against his dick against your ass. shotaro got distracted, feeling you wiggle against his ass. he almost missed your whine talking about how close you were, and how your hand started pushing at the waistband of your pajama pants. shotaro used the last of his self control to bring your waistband down calmly. he couldn’t stop himself from sucking on the swell of your ass, biting with a force that caused you to jolt.

with your pants halfway down your legs you became more sensitive. there was one less layer separating your body from the vibrations of the toy. you couldn’t hide behind the extra layer, turning your head to whine in the pillow when shotaro pressed into your clit. he could see the splotch over your underwear, and when he pressed his finger into your panties the fabric stuck to your folds.

“i’m going to cum.” you whimpered.

shotaro went back to kissing your ass, alternating between sucks and love bites. he used his free hand to bunch your underwear, until the fabric pulled between your ass. he lifted slightly, applying just enough friction to your cunt. you were moaning now, failing to muffle your sounds in the pillow.

“let it out.” shotaro encouraged.

with your bunched panties in his hand he brought it back to your ass, only freeing his thumb from his fist. when shotaro lightly pressed his finger against your asshole your body tensed for a split second before melting underneath his touch. your first orgasm was never loud, only high-pitched whimpers and repeating his name over and over. you almost always relaxed after the first one, losing all force to keep yourself up causing you to slide on the soft sheets.

shotaro could’ve taken you from the back like this for the rest of the night. he resisted the urge to hold your body in this position with his strength while he spent the night relaxing every tense muscle in your body. part of him wanted to fuck you with the dildo then give you his dick until the back of your thighs were glossy from slick and you had to press your legs together pathetically to save yourself from overstimulation—but the way you kept puckering your lips and clutching at the bottom of his shirt made his tunnel vision disperse. so when shotaro guided your wobbly legs out of your pants he let you lay on your back.

you pulled him down to you quickly, wrapping your legs around his waist and peppering kisses all along his face. shotaro smiled from the quick kisses, thinking about how you must’ve stored all your affection up the whole day.

shotaro reached behind him in the middle of your kisses, bringing the dildo to rest beside your head. when your kisses ceased, shotaro brought you in for a big kiss, one that still connected your lips with a string of spit. shotaro broke the string with the dildo, letting it rest on your bottom lip while you looked up to him with blown out eyes. shotaro gave you a simple head nod and you poked your tongue out, laving the tip until it was glossy with your spit. shotaro licked a line down it himself, making you widen your eyes.

he barely gave you time to register the lewd act before he brought the dildo down between your two bodies. he pressed the tip to your clit before dragging it down to collect your slick. you brought shotaro down closer to put your head in the crook of his neck as the wet sounds filled the room. shotaro liked playing with you this way, making you hear how wet you always get. he was almost able to imagine it being his own dick spreading your arousal around and teasing your entrance. your legs that were wrapped around his waist spread apart and you let your hips thrust upwards, desperate to have something inside of you.

shotaro pulled his body away from you until you were forced to look at him. he could see the bleary look in your eyes were wet now with tears threatening to break your water line. shotaro used his free hand to stroke the skin underneath your eye. he watched your big eyes stare at him desperately, flickering down quickly to his consoling smile.

“just relaxxxxx.” shotaro prolonged his words as he slid the warm dildo into your heat.

your mouth was agape taking it all. you almost immediately began squeezing around the toy, your walls still sensitive from your first orgasm. it slid in and out of your with ease, both you and shotaro’s foreheads pressed against eachother to watch the scene unfold together. you swallowed it up each time, and if you looked further past you could see shotaro’s dick twitching in his underwear. there was a wet patch, one that you would have to teasingly bring up later.

you were pulled from your thoughts when you felt shotaro’s eyes look at you. with your foreheads still pressed together you maintained eye contact, biting on your bottom lip when shotaro turned the vibrator on to it’s lowest setting.

you started whimpering immediately and found yourself in the same position of desperately looking for things to hold onto. shotaro found your hand first, squeezing it tight and pressing it into the sheets next to your head.

“so wet and tight,” shotaro increased the speed of pumping the toy inside of you. “i can feel you sucking it back in.” he cooed.

you didn’t know how to respond. any words you could’ve formed turned into quick motions of your heads and whimpers. when shotaro increased the speed of the vibration your whimpers turned into moans and cries of his name.

“you pretending it’s me?” shotaro teased.

you looked down again while shotaro lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. you shook your head, muttering something about how it’s not as good as the real thing.

shotaro felt a pulse in his pants again as he pulled his body up, getting a full view of your entire body. he settled back on his legs to get a better angle and view. from here he could see your chest shudder as your breaths became more broken, and how your leg tensed from the pleasure. you were going through a full body experience, and shotaro got to witness it all. how could he be stressed about anything after seeing this? how could you be stressed after going through it? he was unrelenting and could stop himself from sighing in content. shotaro was coming towards his own climax, just from watching your squirms become more intense.

he wrapped a hand around your leg and pulled you closer. shotaro licked his hand and brought it to your chest. he rolled your sensitive nipples between his wet fingers, pinching harder until you brought your own hands to your chest. you placed your hand over his, guiding how you needed him to hold you. shotaro felt his mouth go agape slightly watching you touch yourself. he knew he told himself that he would be doing all the work, but something about both of you coming together to bring yourself pleasure drove him insane. shotaro had to let out a deep breath, he had to save whatever he had left for you. he turned up the speed and went faster, until your hand clutched onto his bicep.

your eyes were fixed on shotaro as his expression got serious. he kept going, letting a glob of spit land on your cunt to add more lubrication. your nails dug into shotaro’s arm and he bit his lip.

“you close?” shotaro said, already knowing the answer.

“yeah.” you moaned.

shotaro smiled and continued the same speed.

“give it to me.” he said.

for a moment you were silent. it was only the sound of your computer fans whirring, the low sound of the vibrator, and the squelching that filled the room. it was you arching your back of the bed and shotaro egging you on, coaxing you to the edge. when you felt the tension snap again your whimpers came out in pants before a cry came from your throat. it got louder as shotaro didn’t stop, still thrusting the vibrator in and out of your heat. your nails didn’t let up in his bicep, gripping him so hard your body shook. your legs closed around shotaro’s hand, causing the leg on shotaro’s shoulder to pull him in. didn’t separate them, instead watching your body react with enchantment fueled by lust.

shotaro didn’t stop until after your frantic head shakes turned weak, and your grip on his bicep went limp. shotaro pulled out the dildo quickly, letting it vibrate on your stomach before turning it off. your full body twitched from the situation, and continued to twitch as shotaro ran soothing hands across your body. he let you lay there limp as you caught your breath and gathered your composure.

“you okay?” he asked innocently.

shotaro asked the question like your twitching body wasn’t his fault. the smile on his face was small, pressing heart shaped kissing on your hot cheeks. your world was still spinning when your snoozed alarm went off again. thirty minutes slipped through your fingers, you weren’t sure if you could even get up anymore to make your way to the computer. your full body went slack, so loose you were almost limp. if it wasn’t for shotaro, you don’t think you could’ve turned the alarm off.

he set his phone back down on the bedside table, hovering over you as he continued to touch you gently. this time it was shotaro giving you a flurry of slow kisses, each one wetter than the last. shotaro helped you come back to earth quicker, silently letting your body gain it’s strength again.

when you were ready, you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. you saw his full body, still in his undershirt and briefs. before you could reach for his waistband he spoke.

“i came.” shotaro said.

his confidence in the statement almost made you bashful. you only nodded, swallowing whatever spit you had in your mouth to try and wet your throat.

you words inevitably came out hoarse and quiet, asking shotaro to cuddle with you. he got up from the bed quickly, taking the toys into the bathroom to be cleaned and coming back with a cold bottle of water. you downed it quickly, but not as fast as shotaro was coming back to bed. he didn’t bother to get changed and you didn’t bother to get dressed as you cuddled together above the sheets.

you both knew it was useless getting dressed, you were going to go for another round when the snooze alarm sounded off again.

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ktamina · 4 months ago

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09/30/08 - Mick 7 answers your questions!

This is an old interview of Mick (#7) that I found, enjoy!!

Hey, I am like, the UK's number 1 Slipknot fan, and have always wanted to know, what inspired your mask design?

Matthew Fulton- 14

MICK: Nothing. I had my original latex hockey mask way back and then my leather one and I was using those designs and it morphed into what it is now. There isn’t something crazy creative about it.

Hey Mick! I just want to let you know that you are a huge inspiration to me. You were one of the reasons I picked up a guitar, B.C Rich 7 string Warlock as my own first purchase, and got serious about it. My question is, how do you get new ideas for riffs and solos. I've made a couple of my own songs, but I always get stuck trying to make cool catchy riffs or solos. Got any advice?

Jim- 16

MICK: Yes. Don’t over-think it. Just let it happen. Things come out. If you try and plan or force it will sound forced or dishonest. I never try and over-think a direction whatever comes out 1st time I play it comes out. I never spend a ton of time thinking because it sounds forced. If you spend too much time thinking about it, it won’t sound like you. Don’t try and sound like someone else.

How does it feel to be getting back to work with the rest of Slipknot after a 3 year hiatus? Did it feel great knowing you were going to be back behind the mask and in a recording studio once again or was it just the same as it was 3 years ago?

Matt Haynes- 16

MICK: Things are always different when doing a new record. You are a different person than you were years ago. I don’t think in those terms. I just do what I do! But yes it felt good getting back to work.

What has been your scariest nightmare?

Paul Hawkins- 16

MICK: I wouldn’t say I have had a scariest nightmare but it would probably be something that deals with me not having genitals anymore…

If you could play any other role except Rythym/Lead guitarist in the band which would it be?

Bryan Lares

MICK: I wouldn’t.

What was the biggest culture shock you experienced in a foreign country during SK a tour?

Marcelle Andrade- 21

MICK: Being forced to shit into an ornate porcelain hole in the ground in Japan. OR having a warm stream of water tickle my asshole from the bidet in my hotel, also in Japan.

Mick, what advice would u give to young metal musicians trying to get our band noticed without reverting to the typical main stream sound?

Alex Munro- 16

MICK: Music should be honest, it should be an extension if you. You shouldn’t try and achieve a sound. It should just be you and not what you are trying to manufacture. We didn’t pay attention to the trends at the time when we wrote. We did what we felt and that is what you should do. You should play music for you and not to be noticed.

I'm Marina. OK I know that you probably get this question asked a lot by fan-girls but are you single, and can i ask u out on a date if you are :) ?

Marina Spevak- 25

MICK: Send pictures and I will get back to you.

Hi Mick! What Pedals do you use for Before I Forget and Heretic Anthem, and what Guitar would you recommend for a O.K Metal player at good price (like below $400)?

Alex Hayden

MICK: I don’t use pedals on either one of those songs or any pedals of any kind. But if its distortion you are referring to I just have a tube head turned up loud. There isn’t one really so buy used. You can’t get anything new that price worth anything. Look at pawn shops and buy a decent used early to late 90’s Ibanez especially an RG 570.

Hey micl! I'm from Iran. First you should know you've got MANY fans in Iran! Seriously. :D My question is what's the meaning of the tattoo on your arm? The Asian one…

Sohrab Alimardani- 18

MICK: It means hate in Japanese.

What do you think is the meaning of life?

Krista

MICK: Life is without meaning. And we are all totally insignificant in the whole scheme of things.

Just touring with slipknot but be crazy but what is the single most brutal moment you can recall while on tour?

Shawn Jarvis- 15

MICK: Watching a guy die in a police chase about 100 feet in front of me...

#nu metal #slipknot #mick thomson #2000s nu metal #nu metal bands #ktamina

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fuzzkaizer · 3 months ago

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CBS Arbiter - WAH-FUZZ-SWELL

"The front 'power driver' logo appears to be missing & a footswitch / pot have been replaced (originals included in the sale) along with other potential minor service components."

enclosure structurally integrates various points for possible mounting of the PCB

cred: reverb.com/Pedal Pawn

#Arbiter #cbs arbiter #wah-fuzz-swell #wah #fuzz #volume #platic enclosure #Gary Hurst #UFO #electronic sounds #mounting

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perpetuallylate1890 · 11 months ago

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A short Bill fic!

Just a Little Arson

As far as pawns went, Stanford was as good as it got. After some buttering up, good ol’ Fordsy had played right into Bill’s hands, abandoning all other projects to work on the portal. The sucker had even handed Bill free rein of his mind and body.

Stanford Filbrick Pines was the perfect man for the job, but not all was well in paradise. Yesterday, one of the gnomes had let slip about their little library, tucked away in the enchanted woods and watched over by the Shmebulocks.

Ford, massive nerd that he was, wanted to investigate. It would’ve been cute if it weren’t for the contents of the library: Bill knew it contained numerous unfavorable, though not undeserved, descriptions of himself. The last thing he needed was his puppet growing wise, so as Sixer dropped off into sleep, Bill resolved to do something about it.

The possession was easy. Bill settled into Ford’s body, wiggling his fingers and toes. He blinked his eyes one at a time. Blah, the two eyes were still disorientating. Even worse was the weight of gravity, dragging him down. When he took control, he was chucking that first.

Grasping a chair for balance, he staggered to his feet. Walking took some getting used to, as did his inability to pass through walls. And breathing was just hilarious. Apparently, you had to keep breathing to keep your meatsack conscious. Only made that mistake once!

He staggered towards the elevator like a drunken ragdoll. Of course, he managed to get Ford’s long coat trapped in the elevator doors. Bill was always telling Sixer to ditch the jacket, but did he listen? Noooo. After extricating himself, Bill retrieved the car keys and stepped into the warm summer evening. He’d never driven before, but how hard could it possibly be?

After two minor crashes and a close call with a tree, Bill started to get the hang of things. The big pedal was the brake, or was it the small one? Man, he could barely see out of these stupid human eyes. Something darted into the road, and the tired thudded as they passed over it. Whoops.

In the dark, he nearly missed the turn. Cursing in R’lyehian, he plowed the car through the underbrush. Metal shrieked as boulders scraped the undercarriage. Sixer was not gonna be happy about this.

The dirt road extended into the blackness ahead. Bill followed it for a spell, then dumped the car by a ditch. He clambered out of the driver’s seat, cracking his knuckles, and popped the trunk. Inside lay a gascan and a matchbook. He seized both and headed off into the woods.

The enchanted part of the forest was a short walk away. He passed by the unicorn grove–eugh, now those guys were real posers–and entered the gnome’s territory. Warm light spilled from homes carved into tree trunks. Deer grazed in the sidelines, ears pricked. Snores rolled from the dimly-lit tavern.

Bill remained out of sight, in the shadows away from windows. The few gnomes he saw were utterly wasted. Finally, he reached a towering red cedar in the center of the town. It dwarfed the surrounding trees, swaying in the nighttime breeze. This tree was centuries old, and had served as the Shmebulocks’ library for generations.

He snatched the key from a fake rock (seriously, those things were completely useless) and let himself in, lighting a match. The inside of the cedar was a vast, hollowed-out space, every surface lined with bookshelves. They stretched into the shadows above, accessible by ladders on wheels. A spiralling staircase followed the walls to the ground some thirty feet below.

Bill paused to scoff at the bookcases. Centuries of knowledge, but they couldn’t hold a candle to his eons of existence. Really, it was pathetic they even tried. Stanford was just like the Shmebulocks, reaching for the stars, striving for the unknowable. Sooner or later he was gonna get burned.

Bill sloshed gasoline onto all of the bookcases, breathing in that wonderful smell. He tipped the can over his head to get the last few drops. Nothing like a good chemical burn to the delicate tissues!

Cackling, he tossed the empty gascan behind him. Time for his favorite part. He retrieved a match, struck it, and tossed it with a flourish into the waiting shadows. It caught instantly. Flames licked up the bookshelves, filling the library with delicious heat. Bill laughed, palms outstretched to catch the sparks.

Book covers peeled into thin strips. Paper curled and charred. Smoke filled the space with a thick, cloying fog.

Meanwhile, the fire loomed dangerously close, reaching for Bill with greedy fingers. He stuck in a hand and laughed at the pain. Come to think of it, his body hurt all over. Blistered skin, streaming eyes, struggling lungs… wait, humans couldn’t survive being burnt to a crisp? Since when was that a thing?

Bill hustled up the stairs, wheezing, as the fire roared beneath him. His puny lungs were closing up. He tripped once, twice, before spilling out the door to suck in clean oxygen.

Cool night air washed over his body. His ankles, however, were abnormally warm. He glanced down to see the coat going up in flames. Curse Stanford and his fashion choices! Bill swatted unsuccessfully at the fire, gave up, and chucked the coat down the stairs. As he caught his breath, he heard sirens and frightened chatter. Right, time to scram.

Bill bolted off into the woods. Before he could get far, he took a branch to the stomach and went sprawling. He sputtered for air, head spinning. Distantly, he registered flashing blue and red lights, painfully bright and growing closer. Crap.

“Hey, you!” called a voice. “Hands where I can see ’em!” A gnome scurried towards him, accompanied by a siren-bedecked deer. Okay, he was alone. Bill could work with this.

He affected a casual posture, patting down his smoking clothes. “Hiya, officer! What seems to be the problem?”

“A fire broke out in the library.” The gnome adjusted his belt. “Nothing wrong with the occasional book-burning, but the law’s the law.” He glared at Bill. “You wouldn’t know anything about it, wouldja?”

Bill grinned toothily. “No, officer. I have literally no idea how that fire started.”

“Is that so.”

“Oh, absolutely,” he said. “But your superiors won’t see it that way! They’re just not the understanding type!” He loomed over the gnome, lips peeled in a smile. “Howzabout we keep this between us? They don’t need to know about me, and they definitely don’t need to know about your little butterfly habit.”

The gnome’s eyes widened in terror. Oh yeah, Bill had him now. “That sound like a deal, buddy?”

Silently, the gnome nodded.

“Good. Nice chatting with ya!” He tipped a nonexistent hat and left the officer staring into nothing.

The trek back to the car was uneventful. Bill skirted past gnomes, unnoticed, until the noise faded behind him. Exhaustion weighed his meatsack down. (Already? He’d just committed a little arson!) Stumbling over roots, he made his way to the road, only to discover the car had taken a nosedive into the ditch.

Bill groaned. Of course he’d forgotten the parking brake. Looks like he was walking back.

Stanford woke to a litany of pain. His throat ached. His palms throbbed. His legs were sore, as if he’d run a marathon in his sleep. Knowing Bill, it was entirely possible.

He fumbled for his glasses, which were smudged with soot. He inhaled deeply. Why did his clothes smell of smoke and gasoline? And where had his coat gone? He rolled out of bed, dreading what he might find downstairs.

The kitchen was in shambles. Shattered windows, charred cabinets, crisped curtains. At the epicenter of the destruction stood the toaster, which Ford had once accused of inefficient heating. It now appeared to be equipped with weapons-grade flamethrowers. A sloppy handwritten note was tacked to the side: “FIXED IT.”

Ford rubbed his hands over his eyes. So this explained the burns, the bruises, and the sore throat–but what had caused the sore legs? And why had Bill deemed it appropriate to “fix” a toaster with weapons of war? Ford sighed. Sometimes, Bill’s lack of insight was profusely irritating. This required coffee.

He went to make a cup, just to realize the coffee maker had been blown to smithereens. A trip to the local diner, then. This, too, was thwarted when a glance out the window showed an empty driveway.

Ford sighed again. He would have to find a way to explain this to Fiddleford. As soon as he figured out where his car had gone.

#bill cipher #fanfiction #writing #gravity falls #stanford pines

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jettiebettie · 8 months ago

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I simply must share this Dragon's Dogma 2 anecdote with you because the Sphinx terrifies me.

So I find the Mountain Shrine dedicated to the Sphinx and I walk up the steps thinking I'll have to go into a cave or temple or whatever, but nope! She's just there, in all of her terrifying glory, in this open air audience chamber. Before I can back pedal my ass out of there (because I was not prepared, always hit that campsite, kids), she immediately starts talking to me and tells me to answer her riddles.

Well. Okay! I'm not ready for a fight, but riddles I can do! She's got five, so I pick one at random, and she basically tells me to bring her the one I love most.

Oh jeez. This is awkward. I've kinda been ignoring the story and quests in favor of Exploring✨️ and Adventure✨️, so I haven't really been willfully increasing my affinity with any of the available NPCs. Damn! What do I do?

I look back at my Main Pawn and think hang on a second, "Leonie, my beloved, come with me!" Then I picked her up caveman style, plopped her on the dias in front of the Sphinx and was like, "Here she is, ma'am! The one I cherish most in this game!" And the Sphinx does her unsettling owl head turn thing as she looks my girl over and then is like, "Yeah, that tracks. Take your prize."

The chest opens, I get a reward, and my Main Pawn asks, "What is the meaning of this, Arisen?" and now I have to play it so cool like this monster lady didn't just force a love confession out of me.

Incredible game, no notes*!

(*that's a lie, please optimize the performance, goddamn)

#dragon's dogma 2 #the sphinx #she scares me #I then thanked her for her time backed the fuck out and made camp

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is-she-suffering · 3 months ago

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What's your fav Queen Adreena album? (mine is taxidermy) ❤️

Taxidermy is my favourite album as well! Drink Me following as close #2 favourite. It\s just one of the most unique sounding albums, I cannot think of a any song/album/artist sounding even close to Hide From Time, Madrayking, Sleepwalking, A Heavenly Surrender and so on. There's glockenspiel, the guitars, the haunted kind of vocals like in the beginning of X-ing Off The Days, Katie Jane's lyrics. I should also add that i love visuals of this album, all these 16mm videos and album art shoots are magical. It's such a shame there's so little of live footage from that time, though it adds onto this sense of mystery.

Drink Me is amazing too thanks to this aggressive vibe and guitar noise. (Interestingly, the "collapsing upon itself" distorted guitar wasn't a result of pedal effect but faulty/rewired amplifier Crispin found in some pawn shop.) It's also interesting how it's pretty much a concept album revolving around white noise & static, which KJG often cites as main inspiration for songwriting.

I find both of albums very relatable, as Taxidermy has this feeling of isolation and loneliness, whereas Drink Me talks about a need/attempt of "leaving the treehouse" but still feeling angry and lonely (like Hotel Aftershow). I would say it's also about self-destruction (which was evident even visually if you see these pics of cuts and bruises...) and a feel of disassociation, splitting identity (Sleeping Pill, Siamese Almeida, etc). Katie Jane seems to have a full on solipsistic view on the world which also peaks through some of the lyrics, overall there's a lot of interesting stuff to unpack here i thought of putting up in a blog article maybe, in if anybody cared to read something like that.

I like Ride a Cock Horse too since they're all pre-Taxidermy demos, but it's impossible to get on CD :/

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fireylesbianhell · 2 years ago

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This World Won't Ever Forget Us

Javid Bonnie & Clyde Au? tumblr made me do it. woo!

Based on the fic "Bite The Bullet" by and Orphan Account and a post made by @/spacestamps!

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For Jack Kelly, it simply started as a way out.

He didn’t mean for anything more significant; he figured all he had to do was get a job or two done and hightail it way out west; away from ugly old Oklahoma to somewhere, oh good god, somewhere better than here.

He had his eyes set on a little place called Santa Fe. Seemed endearing, and god knows New Mexico was far enough away from here.

Jack Kelly wasn’t a wise man - hell, he was a little orphaned 21-year-old with no money, barely a plan, the clothes on his back, and a hijacked car.

Ah, speaking of that hijacked car, the sirens behind him got more worrying as they got louder.

Revving slightly and pushing the pedal almost as far as he could go, breaking several traffic laws without even trying he blasted off down the dusty old roads, tattered shirt rippling in the pushing force of wind trying to slow him down. He saw a parting in the roads and smiled traffic coming up, and the good thing about the car manufacturers out here today was almost all these damn cars looked about the same.

He turned into the trafficked area and did his best to blend as he weaved through the exits and cut off a few now very angry civilians. He found a tail in a near-identical car that suddenly left him and the police were none the wiser as they sped off when he slowed;

Time to figure out where the fuck he was.

Jack cruised a bit, the adrenaline not gone but not as rampant as before. He passed apartments, bars, dusty old hair salons, and-

A quaint-looking diner called ‘The World’, with a bright peeling paint emphasizing the dreadful rundown look of the place.

Perfect.

He pulled in with a casual tumble, grabbing his ragged worn-out trench coat from behind him, and a simple little newsboy cap he found pawned from manhattan. Something about history or whatever, he turned out pretty quickly when he heard the cheap ass price.

Strolling in, the first thing that caught his eye- or, well, his ear first, then his eye- was the berating of some poor waitstaff.

“David! Getcha’ sorry ass over here!” sneered some sorry ugly-faced man in an even uglier bowler hat and- No, jack was sure he wasn’t seeing doubles- the wonder twins of ugly old' lane were harassing’ some unfortunate soul named ‘David’

Speak of the devil, some poor guy about his age skimped out with a poor look on his face, about the likes of a kicked kitten trudged his way out, a similar looking cap and a neat little blue shirt and vest combo- he wasn’t poor, by the looks of it, and held a clean air to him.

Jack found himself a seat, trying to law low of course in case Lucy Law strolled their way in after snuffing the dead end, but keeping a keen eye upon the waitstaff, who looked about in for a hard time with the look the disgustin’ doubles were sharin between themselves.

“Hey David, didn't we tell ya to keep these counters clean?” the one on the left scowled

“Yes, Morris.”

“And,” butted in the other one with a snarl, “What do we have here?”

Morris and wonder twin two pointed to a small splotch of a coffee stain, which looked pretty fresh. David sighed, grabbing a rag nearby and starting to soak it before-

“Hey! We’s ain't finished, kid.” Butted in Morris again. Smiling a sinister smile, he nabbed the rag from David’s grasp as the other twin corned him from the back.

David, God bless his soul, looked like he was trying to decide whether to soak the two in and out, or take a nap on the floor for a good century. His remarkably blue eyes looked dampened, and his hands were fidgeting and fleeting with emotions trying to grasp for control in the shit of a situation he was in.

Jack decided to choose a new spot at the bar, taking a seat two empty from a properly dazed lookin old fellow who was drooling into his eggs and potatoes.

“Excuse me, fellas-” he cut in as the twins were about to go on a spiel. The two looked at him with disgust while David looked with the relief of a man who just found a spring in the desert.

That paused him, letting out a fumbled smile before continuing

“I, ahem, just would like a coffee please.” nothing he intended on paying, mind you. He needed his money to go elsewhere, then a flirtin’ with the poor, pretty boy also stuck planted into Oklahoma to get away dime free wouldn't hurt nothing.

The other twin - Oscar, he gathered from the peachy little pin fallin' off his apron - sneered again, looking sad he didn't get to berate his poor employee anymore

‘Yeah, whateva. David! Get on it, and I better see that man served, this counter cleaned and this floor spotless when I get back or Snyder’s gonna be getting a really bad report.” he called behind him and trailed off after his brother.

Sighing once more, David looked up and met Jack’s eyes. he gave a pitiful smile to jack.

“Thank you, sir. Now what would you like?” he said formally, that twinge of tired defiance laced his voice as it turned into an artificial customer-service mode.

“No problem, at all. Were the wonder twins givin ya problems?” he leaned over the counter slightly. Hints of genuine concern laced Jack’s voice, which not only surprised David but himself as well. He was a romantic, yeah, but he never thought he was This bad.

The waiter paused, a bit taken aback before sighing yet again- he was on a roll now, - and letting down his coffee pitcher slightly. Grabbing a cup and pouring out the coffee he continued,

“Yeah, it’s my first day on the job here. And Oscar and Morris are…very strict. I’m already miserable but, money’s money, at least I get to see more than two places in this dead state. It’s up to three now.” he joked dryly, meeting Jack’s eyes as he placed the coffee down in his hands.

He grabbed a towel, turning but keeping a side towards jack as he started to clean. Jack took a slow draw of a slip. Wow, what a guy. Surprisingly similar too. He placed the cup down, giving a chuckle and flashing his winning smile out to him.

“Yeah, well, I feel ya. I’m gettin’ outta this hellhole though, mark my words.”

David smiled back shyly, turning more. “Oh, I will. Say, I’ve never seen you round here much. New in town?”

Jack chuckled again, “no, oh do I wish. But I got a car and a plan, how hard can it be?”

David’s head slowly turned up, like gears were calculating in his head. His mouth set to open like he was about to say something before-

“Dave! What did I say bout’ these counters!” Morris snarled out, stomping over to the two. He gave jack a downright nasty look before David grumbled and suddenly cut through the noise of the twins speaking over eachother

“I’m taking a smoke break. When I get back in I’ll do it.” David said with a surprising edge of sass in his voice, despite how ready he seemed to pass out.

He tossed the towel over his shoulder and grabbed a small pack of cigars from his pocket, leaving through the front of the diner, and back out toward the opposite parking lot.

Jack fumbled, seeing Morris steam in his spot until he shot a look at his brother. Oscar nodded and followed him out.

That can’t be good.

Jack waited for a moment, hearing the yelling rise. Yeah, definetly can't be good-

He shot from his seat toward the exit as the old man beside him seemed to wake up a bit, (the bastard was even eyeing his coffee up)

he sharply turned the corner and what jack Jack found was a bloody-nosed David with a look in his eyes that could have knocked Jack out.

It was so cooly fierce, determined but not in a stupid way. This kid may not have the brawns but, those eyes were dangerous, and Jack loved it.

But when David spotted Jack, he looks fleeted away for one of relief, followed by fear as he ducked away from another fly-by of Oscar’s fist.

Jack ran up and clocked the guy behind the neck, gettin' him real good before flying in front of Dave and landing a kick in Oscar’s left thigh again.

He reeled back and swing wildly, catching Jack’s cheekbone and giving it a bruiser. Jack cried out a yell and turned to see Dave on the other side that Oscar wasn’t looking from and got him in his bottom back, completely knocking the wind out of the guy from his side, probably achin his ribs for good measure too.

Oscar doubled over in a wheeze and Jack took this as an opportunity to grab Dave’s hand and bolt away.

They got a good way to Jack’s car before he paused and said

“Wait, wait- where are we going?!” he blurted, looking David in his furiously blue eyes.

“Don’t know, don’t care, get me out of here. Far out of here. I don't care, you have your car and your plan- well I want in on that too. Please.” he grabbed and pulled forward both of Jack’s hands, eyes pleading yet forceful.

“Wh-woah there, hold on- I can't just let ya- do you- how- don’t you have a home? A family?” he blurted again, quickly as he heard more yells from inside the diner, likely the boys of satan troubling up again.

“I…they won’t care, it’ll be easier on them with one less person to care for. They don’t need my money if they don’t need to spend it on me.” he reasoned. his conflict was evident yet his drive to get the hell out of dodge was clearly winning out.

Jack paused again- he felt for him, he really did, and good god did he want to run away with this boy. But, he had to be reasonable. he wasn’t exactly just planning on taking a drive mind you.

Dave must've seen this look before cautiously saying “if it makes you feel better, ill leave some money and a note saying Im safe’n all.”

Jack nodded before slowly starting “I don’t exactly have a very safe plan, though-“

Hearing a door open and a subsequent yell, Jack was cut off and panicked. David took this to jump in the car and shove jack in beside him. he got the memo pretty quick and backed out if there like a madman on wheels.

Hightaling it once more, this time he just happened to have a cute boy in his car.

that had no idea he was a criminal.

Shit.

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C63: Daylight Robbery

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Series Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Chapter: 63/84

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"Knock, knock, fuckers!" One of the bandits laughs, "Better open up!"

"Yeah-ha! The Rowdy Rebels are in town!" A different one yells out.

The women usher the children off the streets, many pushing past you into the inn. There are shouts of help and a lot of running. You stop in the middle of the street to figure out your next moves.

"What ya'll yelling for? All your men are asleep! Robbery by daylight, what could be easier?!" The first one laughs maniacally, and the engine of the car revs. You pull out two knives from under your arms and keep them hidden by the cloak. Your eyes find Vash standing in front of the pawnshop, his hand ready to grab his weapon as needed.

This situation makes you worried; they will plow over Vash, and you doubt his small caliber can do too much damage to the armored vehicle.

"Get out of the way or become jam! It's up to you!" a third ruffian yells and points his gun towards your man.

You take off running again; your legs push off the ground hard and quickly bring you to the car. You throw your knife at the man pointing a gun at Vash; the circular part of the hilt smashes hard against his fingers, making him loosen the grip on the weapon. You grab hold of it and disarm it with the same motion as you throw it on the ground. The unfired bullets clink on the cobblestone. The memories of you learning about guns came back with the other things you experienced from your training on Earth.

"A woman?!" The man sounds surprised, but you cut his exclamation short by grabbing hold of him and trying to pull him to the ground, but you quickly find he is attached to the roof with a safety strap. You use your other knife to throw it into a gap in the armor plates in a way that also cuts through the strap itself. Another strong yank, and the bandit lays on his back, surrounded by a cloud of dust. You quickly knock him out with your fist before turning your attention back to the car.

It has only been a few seconds since the now unconscious gunslinger alerted to others to your presence, and you see them peeking over the top of the car, one raising his machine gun onto the roof too, and you duck away from the line of fire. You hear two gunshots from Vash's direction, but you don't check what he did; you know you can trust him.

"Don't just sit there! Do something! Floor it! Get the bitch off us!" The man with the machine gun yells, and you jump up to grab onto the car the same moment the side door opens and the car goes into motion.

"Thanks!" you shout at the dude looking out the door as you grab his collar and pull him out of the moving car. That idiot was not strapped in; he had one arm over his rifle, so he was easy pray. You jump into the car and find yourself in the passenger seat. The driver looks at you with wide eyes.

"Hello!" you say cheerfully before knocking him out too. His leg rests harder on the gas pedal, but thanks to the manual transmission, it just makes the motor rev hard and doesn't allow the car to get completely out of control. Still, it moved fast enough, right towards the pawn house and Vash.

You give the area a quick scan, determining where it's safe and where it's not. Vash has his gun raised and aims above you. From the clunking on the roof, it's a safe bet that a bandit has climbed onto the top of the car. You grab the wheel and pull it towards yourself, changing the course very suddenly. You hear more thumps above you, indicating the gangster is rolling off again, probably taking his minion still hanging off the side with him. The driver's foot slips off the pedal, and you reach over with your own leg to hit the brake. The car stalls out in the street. As you're about to jump out of the car again, metal meets your throat, pulling you hard against the back of the seat and crushing your airway. You hadn't even noticed there was a backseat. Your hand grabs hold of the rifle and simply pulls it away, your raw strength overwhelming the guy behind you. The backdoor behind the driver opens, and one dude jumps out. More gunshots echo a moment later, just as you twist the arm of the bandit behind you until he yelps in pain. You take his gun before you get out of the car.

You walk around the nose of the car to see one bandit on the ground, one getting his ass beat by Vash and another one readying his revolver.

"You're done!" Vash says as he pistol whips the guy who threw hands with him, and he falls down. With one smooth motion, he has his weapon up again, and the bullet he fires knocks the revolver out of the last guy's hand. You see the dude scramble while you walk up to him and use his friend's rifle as a club. The last guy who tried to choke you stumbles out of the car and manages to take a few steps towards you.

"Retreat you idiots while you still can!" You recognize the voice of the gang leader. He addresses his men before turning to someone on Vash's other side. "You people have the audacity to run and scream for help while your town is protected by the Humanoid Typhoon and his crony? You left all the other villages to fend for themselves while you have this?"

You look over to see a middle aged man in a dark suit. He has peppered hair, and he looks tired. A revolver hangs from his hip as he walks up to the leader of the bandits.

"We haven't hired anyone," the man says, anger clear in his voice. "But how dare you come to rob our town, son? After all we have done for the villages. We suffer together, and you come to take the last of our money? You're no better than the heathens."

"Anyone with half a brain takes what they can and leaves this place before we're all sold off to December!"

"And you fool, come to take the money of one of the members of your own community?!" The older man draws his revolver. "We here in Juukei have our own way of dealing with vermin like you!"

You see Vash step between the two men with his hands raised and his revolver put away.

"Now, now, let's not get violent," he says, trying to soothe the feuding parties.

"Is it true?" The man in the suit turns to Vash. "Are you the Humanoid Typhoon?"

You swallow, afraid it will turn into another fight. Your eyes scan over the streets. You see the women and children peeking out from behind windows and doorways, while the men have armed themselves again and taken up positions on the streets. Your hand reaches for the knife on your thigh; the other is still holding a rifle like a club.

"I am Vash. At your service!" The Plant smiles kindly, yet his posture is awkward as he reaches out his gloved hand.

The other man hesitates for a moment, taking his revolver into his left hand and shaking Vash's with his right one.

"You don't seem like a bad kid, son. I'm Jesse Donovan; I'm the mayor of this town, and we've got a real problem." The gentleman speaks, looking only at Vash, like the group of bandits doesn't exist at all.

You're still tense as a drawn bow, unsure where all this is heading. The armed men seem menacing, and the bandits are regaining consciousness one by one. You see the mayor's gaze move to you, and you tense up more, wondering what is going on.

"And who is that enchanting young lady?" He asks kindly, and the anger in his voice is gone. You take a few steps closer, so you stand beside Vash.

"I'm Iris," you say, shaking the man's hand, your ears trained on any noises coming from behind you.

"You remind me a little of my daughter." Sadness glints in his eyes before he turns back to Vash. "And here lies our problem. We are plagued by the traffickers from December. Apparently there is a clientele for people, and the Snatchers keep coming to our region to kidnap our families. We have been trying to do our best, but the December government ignores our pleas, saying our claims are outrageous and neither November nor July want to get mixed up in this. Many towns and villages between here and December have been abandoned already. We are weakened; we can't keep a constant watch for the Snatchers and lowlife bandits, too. It's too much, and on top of that... we don't know what has happened to our loved ones. They took my daughter and my sister, too. Many have lost their children and wives to these monsters. We aren't strong enough to get them back. But if you are truly the Humanoid Typhoon... with your reputation, surely you could put an end to these horrors. We don't have much money, but we will be able to scratch something together. Everyone will pitch in to get their loved ones back."

"Alright," Vash nods after Mr. Donovan is done speaking. "We don't want your money. All I ask is that you let these men go."

He points at the figures on the ground, most rubbing their heads and trying to get a bearing on what is going on. Their leader's eyes are wide as they stare at Vash.

"Don't shed any more blood. You need everyone to keep strong. Juukei and the surrounding villages need to keep a united front if we're going to December," his voice is resolute.

"If that is all you want, I humbly beg for your help, Vash the Stampede." The mayor puts away his revolver and slightly lowers his head.

Vash looks over to you, and you give a reassuring nod. A slight smile dances on your lips. He turns back to the man in front of him.

"You've got a deal. We will go to December to put an end to the Snatchers. We will get your people back; we will try," Vash says to Jesse, and you swallow at his last declaration. You don't know who the people are sold to or for what purpose. People can be incredibly cruel; you speak from experience, so all you can do is to hope that you can find them and they are able to come back. At the very least, you need to stop the Snatchers and keep them from doing more harm to these communities.

Mayor Donovan and Vash shake hands before the older man shakes yours too again, muttering words of gratitude. He promises to fund any gear and bullets you may need. The bandits leave town on foot, stripped of their weapons, and the townsfolk, while still careful, approach you to confirm what they just heard.

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