#i took one look and went hm yes this is my kinda guy

[velnna]

im gonna be so honest you definitely struck me as the type to be a aaravos liker . you vile little beast. a creature, if you will.

[pretends to be outraged] I could never

[kaahgyuya]

saving u . ! (FLUFF)

. synopsis ; you get hurt, so kinich saves you.

. warnings/notes ; g!n reader, kinich might be a little and or completely ooc, forgive me.. 😓 he's kinda nonchalant, and no ajaw for this oneshot, and mention of being exposed to drug substance? (oneshot with plot), and reader in this might not be a liking for you! (Reqs are open, so feel free to recommend some stuff of your own!)

REQS. are open!!! (Open until 10/3)

You were always out in the wilderness going out and taking commissions one from another. Whether it'd be fighting, or simply delivering something, you'd always get it done in time.

All of the customers/clients you'd take commissions from, would always have something nice to say about you. That you were always a sweetheart and kindhearted.

Sometimes, your kindness would get you blind, and for this commission you took on, you didn't notice a single thing.

"Ah, isn't that Y/N?" You were passing by Kinich's tribe looking for him until someone called out for you.

"Hm? Hello! What is it that you need?" You turned to them. A slightly older man, maybe up to his 60s or 70s went up to you.

"you take on commissions, don't you?" The old man asked.

"Yes, I do! Is there anything I need to do for you?" You replied in a cheerful like tone.

"Ah, would you mind getting rid of some dangerous foes around the area? It's been bothering me and some of the fellow tribe people." The old man said.

"Uh huh, but first I have to know about the details about this commission, did you put it up on the adventures guild board or anything like that?" You asked.

"I did, but nobody took on the commission so I took it down." The old man looked sad, and you felt bad for him.

"Don't worry, sir! If you give me the details of the commission, then I'll be sure to get it done." You said in a reassuring tone.

"But before that, what's your name?"

"It's Junan." He replied.

"Don't worry Junan, if you have the commission details with you, I'll be able to get it done."

"Yes, yes, I have the paper details." Junan gave you some old paper that had a few rips and tears, and the paper looked quite old.

Some ruin guards and ruin hunters were around the area, that's not good, people can get hurt!

"I see... do you have a payment?"

"Unfortunately no, it was given to me by Kinich."

'Kinich? Huh that's kind of odd. Why would he give out a commission like this?'

"Kinich huh, alright. Do you have the location?"

"It's nearby the entrance, go a little to the left and then go straight. My memory is slowly getting worse by the years. Haha." The old man laughed.

"It's alright sir, well then, I'll take off."

"Thank you, Y/n." He waved goodbye to you and you walked off.

"Why would Kinich give out a commission like that?.. Something doesn't seem right."

"Whatever, maybe he was just too lazy to deal with it?"

You arrive at the place, surprisingly, there's no ruin guards or monsters anywhere. But since there's none, you get a little suspicious.

"I'll just take a quick look around just in case.." you look around the area, getting distracted by the beautiful view around you.

You then wince, something doesn't seem right.

Some horrible smell comes from somewhere, you don't wanna go near it.

You block your nose and mouth and slowly back away.

You then turn behind you to find yourself...

Being ambushed.

A couple of guys suddenly grab your arm and then say something, but that horrible smell/substance made you feel light headed making you feel really weak.

You suddenly see a silhouette that scoops you up before falling to the ground, you feel a gush of air as if you're flying.

You feel so tired that you suddenly...

"Huh?.. where am I?" You looked around you to notice you weren't at the place where you got ambushed, but under some tent.

"You're awake, you were ambushed by some people." You look over to where the voice came, and it was Kinich. He had some bandages with him and a wet towel.

"Owie, that stings." You whined.

"They hurt you pretty badly." You couldn't help but look at his face, and he looks a little guilty.

"I had took on some commission from someone, and they said that—"

"I know." Kinich cut you off.

"Huh? How?"

"I just do." Kinich says, while patching up your wounds. He totally wasn't stalking you when you were taking that suspicious commission from that guy.

"That commission wasn't from me, besides that issue was resolved a long time ago, it was just used to ambush you, or even kill you." Kinich said in a stern tone.

"I had already dealed with the guys so you're fine to rest here. Take as long you need to recover." He added.

You slowly sat up, while wincing at the pain.

"You know, I could've taken care of my wounds even if I did get ambushed." You said while looking over at him.

"Yeah, but there was this drug or substance that would make you pass out and or weak. You could've died."

"But you didn't have to take care of me like this."

"I'm just repaying the price, am I not?"

"For what? The commission I finished for you ages ago?"

"I guess so," kinich said.

You sighed as his hands gently lingered over your arms and body, making sure he patched them right.

"You're doing alright, right? Do you need water?" He asked. Even though his tone wasn't full of emotion, his eyes showed it.

"I'm doing.. fine. My body just hurts all over the place right now." You awkwardly looked away.

"You really didn't have to patch me up, though. Don't you already have stuff to do?" You added.

"I finished my stuff eariler today, so I'm free." Kinich looked up at you.

"Kinich, you know, you really didn't have to. You've already done so much stuff for me, and I don't know how to pay you back."

"It's fine, maybe think of a payment you can pay me back with."

"But you always say that and then just don't care about it after."

"That's because I really don't. For you, I'd do it for free. No need to pay me." He was still kneeled by you, as he looked at your wounds again.

"But really, you didn't have to patch me up, I could've done it myself." You felt pity.

"Sure, I didn't have to patch you up, but I needed to."

"Needed to? Did you mean want to?"

"No, I needed to."

@kaahgyuya 9/29/24 10:10 pm

a/n; lazy writing today, might post smt tmrw if I have my creative juices flowing!! Otherwise I hope you enjoyed this >_<

[animelover28sworld]

When You Gave Birth

Wriothesley x female reader

Warnings: none

Info: none.

Wriothesley doesn't really like you coming down to the fortress of meropide but can you blame him? It could be dangerous plus the doctor told you that you are supposed to take it easy since your due any day now but you are stubborn and went to visit him while he was working. You knocked on the door and walked in. "Are you busy?" You asked him. "Y/N what are you doing here? You're supposed to be on bed rest!" Wriothesley told you. "Not technically, the doctor told me to take it easy remember?" You told him. "Y/N." He said. "Okay I'm sorry Wrio, I just wanted to see you." You told him as you made your way down to the couch he had in his office and sat down, he kinda smiled at that. "Anyways how is our little champion doing?" He asked you putting his hand on your belly. "Kicking, a lot." You told him. Then he kicked again but this time harder, and you felt something run down your legs. "Um wriothesley?" You said. "Hm yes?" He asked you. "Get sigewinne, my water just broke." You told him, his eyes widen "okay, okay um yeah, let's get you to her." Wriothesley said as he quickly got you out of his office and into the medical wing. "Hi Y/N." Sigewinne greeted you "and hi duke." "Sigewinne Y/N's water broke!" Wriothesley told her. "Okay let's get her over her over here." Sigewinne said as she took you two to a bed. "Have you ever delivered a baby before?" You asked her. "To be honest, this will be my first time." Sigewinne told you, which scared you and Wriothesley. "I'm joking, one time I did." She told you two, she got one of the nurses. "I will need a bucket of water, scissors, towels, and a blanket." She told the nurse. "Okay." The nurse said as hurried off to grab everything.

It took a couple of hours until you gave birth to a baby girl. Nobody saw the duke cry until today when he held his daughter in his hands for the first time. "Oh I forgot to ask, what's the baby's name?" Sigewinne asked you two. "What about Raelynn?" You said. "Yeah, she looks like an Raelynn." Wriothesley said. Raelynn had wriothesley's nose and a mixture of both of your guys eye color, but your hair color.

[ladykissingfish]

*Tobi walks into the hideout carrying a shaking Deidara in his arms* Hidan: Oi, what the fuck happened to you, blondie?! You look more pale than red-eyes! Itachi: *clears off the couch* Set him here, Tobi. What happened? Is he alright? Tobi: *sets Deidara gently on the couch* Senpai is fine! We just … we had a little incident and Senpai’s a tiny bit shook up over it, that’s all! Deidara: *screwing his eyes shut and pulling a blanket over his head* It wasn’t a “little incident”, jackass! You almost killed me, hm! Tobi: Oh, Senpai, don’t say that. After all, we’re ninja, aren’t we? We’re always almost getting killed; it’s kinda part of the job! Deidara: Yeah but NOT LIKE THAT, hm! Hidan: The hell did you do, mask-boy?? Tobi: Well, when we were coming back from our mission, we went through this town and there was a carnival, right? Tobi asked Senpai to stop so we could get some dango and popcorn. They made the best popcorn, guys! It was so light but buttery and — Itachi: Get on with it, Tobi. Tobi: Right. Anyways we got the food and we were gonna leave but then Tobi saw a haunted house. There was a sign that said if you made it all the way through you’d get free ice cream. And ice cream is great! Tobi used to love strawberry ice cream the most but lately — Hidan: Just tell the story, fat ass! Tobi: Okay, okay. So anyway we went into the haunted house, but it was really stupid! None of the monsters were even scary at all! So Tobi -- Deidara: So Tobi took off his mask and decided to "scare" the monsters! THIS FUCKER PRETENDED TO BE AN UCHIHA! His voice got super deep and his eyes were glowing bright red ... and ... and ... *starts crying* He almost gave me a heart attack! I never want to see anything like that again in my whole life! Hidan: Wow, really, fucker? You know how blondie feel about this one here -- *cocks his thumb at Itachi* -- So why would you pretend to be one of his kind? Itachi, his own sharingan activated, moving closer to Obito: Yes, "Tobi"; please explain why you'd "pretend" to be one of my clan members. Tobi:

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Don't Hug Me Neighbor

[Episode 1]

《You and your friends find yourselves in a new Home.》

《Warnings: the subject matter this ARG has are potentially disturbing. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Welcome Home was created by Clown @ partycoffin. DHMIS also obtains potentially disturbing content, be mindful.》

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The four of ya'll walk outside gazing at the upcoming houses and buildings in the distance. "Why, why are those houses so far from our own?" Yellow asked, pulling on your hand. You shrug, "can't say I know."

"Maybe it's because we're better than them," Duck replied with a prideful look. "Or maybe it's because we aren't..." Red mutters, his enthusiasm becoming less with each step the group took.

In the center of the colorful neighborhood stood a brilliant red house, with a couple of other houses and buildings surrounding it like a circle.

"Wow, it's so.." Duck interrupted Red quickly.

"Dull. Very dull."

"What? No. It's not dull."

"I like it." Yellow expresses. "Yeah, he likes it. Why can't you?"

"Because that house has two giant eyes that are staring at me."

Your group turns to look at the red house, it blinks right back at you.

"Erm.." You pull Yellow closer to you as the red home sets its eyes, or curtains, on you.

"Oh c'mon now, didn't that stupid notepad come to life before? How is this any different?" Red Guy stares at Duck for a few seconds before nodding. "Yeah, he's right."

The four of you ignore the living house and head in another direction. Going inside a little shop with so many items you could even buy a shed there.

"Howdy new neighbors! The names Howdy! Howdy Pillar, welcome to the neighborhood!"

A caterpillar-like puppet greets the four of you from behind a counter and cash register. He holds out all four limbs for a handshake. Causing Duck to jump back into Red as Yellow stared in awe at the many appendages.

"Yes, hello, we'd like to buy some of your goods. May we take them?" Duck explains, and you huff out a laugh, Howdy too, was chuckling.

"No can do neighbor, you gotta tell me a joke and I'll give you your groceries. Simple as that."

"What? Is that the currency of this place?" Red Guy mumbles as Duck stews in thought.

"Funny joke? Uhm, you kinda look like that, w-worm, no, he was an eagle guy. He went inside my head and gave me a worm in br-rain." Yellow announced curiously, causing Howdy to become quiet at the boys' words...

Your lips becoming a thin line as you recall the incident.

"That stupid worm thought he was a eagle, ha!" Duck mocked. Unaware of Howdy's thoughtful expression.

Before he too, was howling in laughter.

"A worm that thinks he's a bird?! Hahaahhaha!!" The store owner laughed loudly, trying to catch his breath as one of his arms slammed on the counter-top.

"Never heard that one! Interesting delivery there, bud'!" Howdy ruffles Yellows messy blue hair kindly, "So? What can I get ya'll?"

You step in, a simple smile on your face. "Coffee-"

"Now hold on," Duck interrupted, looking up at you. "I have my own specific items I need, I don't want them to be lumped with yours."

"Okay? But what I am getting is for everyone."

"Right, but I'm not everyone. I'm me, and I need things for me." Duck reiterates before pulling out a list and handing it to you. "You... You want more paper? Why?"

"For my shredder! Keep up!"

"Okay.. Can we have some paper-"

"Oh! And Chuddle Dollops, please?" Yellow asked, gazing up at you with puppy eyes. You nodded before look at Red expectantly. "Uhm, I'm good."

"Okay then, so..." Howdy lowers down beyond the counter, placing the items you needed. "Coffee, paper and.. Chuddle Dollops? Hm, never heard of that brand before, I didn't even know that was in stock! Oh well."

Handing over the bags, you thank Howdy as Yellow shyly thanked him too. "Thanks mate'," Red said, holding one of the bags for you, Duck nodded to the bodega owner before all four you left.

"Hm, strange neighbor's.. But they seem nice." Howdy comments to himself before wiping down the counter.

"I agree, they all are quite oddities."

"Oh! Didn't see ya' there Wally. The usual right?"

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[16mistypaw]

I borrowed the lovely @skyloftian-nutcase Healthcare boys for a short thing I wrote while feeling miserable from a flu shot reaction. Featuring a feverish Sky, a concerned Legend, and father figure Time.

The song in this fic is There Will Be a Day by Jeremy Camp. I had that song stuck in my head while writing this

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Legend walked into the staff break room, heading to his locker to grab a new handful of pens to stuff in his pocket. He still didn’t know how he could start the shift with a full pocket, and have none left when he was barely halfway through.

Someone sat at the table, resting their head face down on their crossed arms. All he could make out was the fluffy, dirty blonde hair and rumpled uniform. A white cloth with blue highlights poked out from where it rested between arms and face, and Legend recognised it at Sky’s beloved scarf.

“Sky.” A muffled grunt was the only acknowledgement he received. “There’s better places to take a nap. Like home, didn’t your shift end a while ago?”

“Yea. Jus’ needed a minute.” Sky replied, lifting his head. The pilot’s face was flushed and damp with sweat, his expression more tired than usual. It took a moment for his eyes to focus on Legend.

“Are you sick?” Legend asked, straight to the point. “You look feverish.”

“Not sick, yes I have a fever. Flu shots suck.”

“Ah. The traveling cart found you huh?”

“Yeah, this morning. They asked if I got it, I said no, so they did it. Kinda hard to refuse at that point.” Sky plopped his face back into his scarf, energy seemingly spent. “I should head home.”

“Yeah, you should. Go sleep it off.” Sky sighed, then heaved himself to his feet. He wobbled for a moment, grabbing the back of the chair to steady himself. Then he straightened up, brushing past Legend to grab his clothes from his locker before heading to the changing room.

Deciding to keep an eye on Sky for a little longer, Legend busied himself straightening up the breakroom as he waited for Sky to return. He returned a few minutes later, grabbing his bag and then just… stopped, staring blankly at it for a moment before snapping out of it and gathering his stuff.

Legend didn’t like that.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t think you’re okay to drive, spacing out like that. Can anyone give you a ride?”

“Ah, the rest of my team went home a while ago… and the rest of you guys are either still working or at home sleeping.”

“When does Time finish today?” Legend knew Time had a soft spot for Sky, and had on more than one occasion taken the young man home with him when he was unwell.

“In like,” Sky checked the clock on the wall, brain stalling on trying to read the hands before checking his phone instead. “An hour?”

“Come on.” Legend took Sky’s bag, prompting him to follow as they left the break room. He pulled his phone out with his other hand while they walked, sending a message to Time. Sky didn’t question where they were going, until Legend led him down a hallway he wasn’t familiar with.

“You’re going to rest in one of the empty on-call rooms until Time is done. Then you’re going with him and sleeping this off.” Legend nudged him inside, placing Sky’s bag beside one of the beds. Sky sat on the mattress without protest, still holding his scarf in his arms as he lay down. He was out almost instantly.

Legend turned the main light out, leaving just the small lamp on the nightstand. He paused in the doorway for a moment, looking Sky over once more, before closing the door and hurrying back to his unit.

~~~

The knock on the door didn’t wake Sky, nor the light being turned on. Time gently shook Sky’s shoulder, and after a few moments the younger man blinked blurry eyes open.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” Time asked.

Sky stared at him, processing, then, “Like crap. ‘Not exempt because it’s not an allergy’ my ass. Not all reactions are from allergies.”

“Yeah, that’s frustrating.” Time agreed. “Let’s get you home. You’re off tomorrow, right?” Sky only nodded in response, picking up his things and following Time out the door. The walk to the parking garage was short but tiring, and Sky gratefully slipped into the passenger seat, resting his head against the cool window. The rumbling of the engine nearly lulled him back to sleep, but random thoughts kept drifting in, keeping him awake.

“Have you ever thought about why our jobs exist?” Sky suddenly asked. Time glanced over, surprised at the unexpected question.

“Because people get sick and hurt?”

“Yeah, but like. Why?” At this point Time decided to just let the boy ramble, curious as to where his fever-addled mind was wandering.

“I mean, why do people get sick? Why do bad things happen? Because people made it that way. Those things weren't supposed to happen. The world was made perfectly. And then humans went and ruined it. We live in a fallen world of our own making. If that didn't happen, there would be no reason for what we do.”

“And yet here we are, making the best of what we've got in this fallen world.” Time replied. Sky didn't respond, and for a moment Time wandered if he'd fallen asleep. After a few minutes, he was surprised to hear Sky start singing softly.

“There will be a day, with no more tears,

no more pain, no more fears

There will be a day,

when the burdens of this place,

will be no more

Troubled soul don't lose your heart

‘Cause the joy and peace He brings,

and the beauty that's in store,

outweighs the hurt of life's sting.

But I hold onto this hope,

and the promise that He brings,

that there will be a place with no more suffering”

Sky trailed off as the car came to a stop, realizing Time had brought him to his place instead of taking him home.

“Come on, let's get you to bed.” Time steadied him as he stepped out of the car, leading him inside and to the guest room that was unofficially his. Everything was just as he had left it, making it easy to settle in for the night. Time left briefly, returning with a bottle of water, medicine, and something wrapped in a small towel.

Sky accepted the water and fever medicine, before laying down in bed. The towel wrapped object turned out to be an ice pack, which felt amazing on his hot skin. Something small and soft was tucked against him, and he was mildly embarrassed to see it was the worn red bird plush Sun had made for him many years ago.

“I don't need a plushy.” Sky protested. “I'm not a kid.” Despite his words, he held the treasured toy against his chest.

“There's nothing wrong with you having a stuffed animal. Just because you're an adult, that doesn't mean you can't have things like this, especially if it's something that brings you comfort.” Time shook out Sky's oversized scarf, draping it over him like a blanket. “Get some rest. I'll be down the hall, so just call if you need anything.”

Time flicked the lights out as he left, leaving the door cracked in case Sky called for him. He didn't think that would be necessary though. He could already hear soft snoring as Sky slept the fever away.

[roadkillremi]

Don't tell Mom.

Uncle! Randy X F!Reader

MasterList

Warning :Mentions of Ghostface, Coming out, Mentions violence.

Summary : During the final showdown Randy, Sam, Sidney, Gale and Reader somehow save the day. Though Randy broke his ankle and Mindy begged him to stay over for awhile.

(Am I making Randy a dilf? Yes, Yes I am.)

You woke up in the guest room alone, you sighed sitting up. You knew he probably was up with Mindy all night. You put a robe around you and shuffled into the hallway. You made sure to stay silent as you walked towards the living room. Randy was fast asleep on the recliner, his mouth partially open. You gently kissed his forehead causing him to flutter open up his eyes.

"Hm?" He lightly groaned squinting at you. You gave him a soft smile, "I'm gonna make pancakes, okay?". He nodded before drifting back to sleep, you glanced over at Mindy who was propped up by pillows. She wore a tank top with bandages wrapped around her right shoulder. You made pancakes for the three of you. Martha was still at the hospital with Chad, his recovery wasn't as speedy. You grabbed the remote off the side table by the couch. You turned it on letting the Saturday cartoons play. Mindy sat up some narrowing her eyes towards you.

"Aunt Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You said peaking over from the kitchen. Mindy nodded, "Just making sure it's you.". She plopped back down drifting back to sleep. You found breakfast trays under one of the cabinets. You set two of them up, one for Mindy and one for Randy. You gently placed Randy's on his lap and ruffled his hair. You then got Mindy's, "Good morning you two.". Mindy glanced at you, "Too early.". You put the tray down on her lap, "It's 10 am.".

"I agree with her." Randy muttered. You put a hand on your hip, "Then you make breakfast.". Randy looked at his pancakes, "Second thought, I'm just gonna shut up.".

"How's your ankle, baby?" You asked gently. Randy chewed a bite of pancake, "Stings like a bitch.". You sighed, "I know, I'm sorry.". You went over to the side to give him a kiss.

"You two are so gross.." Mindy cringed. Randy smiled, "You'll get it when you're older. Besides it looked like you had a little girlfriend at that party.". Mindy went silent, "It was just Frances..".

"Is something wrong?" Randy tilted his head towards her. She shook her head, "I mean I'm out to my brother and friends. But Mom doesn't know.". Randy nodded, "I don't think she'll mind.".

"You're not mad?" Mindy asked quietly. Randy shook his head no, taking a bite of pancakes.

"It's none of my business who you love. Guy, Girl, Unicorn.".

Mindy smiled, "Thanks.". Randy shrugged, "Don't thank me for having common sense.". Mindy smiled to herself and took a giant bite of pancakes.

"But don't tell mom." Mindy added. Randy nodded, "Of course. But if you need help I'm here for you.".

"Question."

"Shoot."

"Did Y/N really throw a lamp at Billy Loomis when he stabbed you?". Mindy asked. Randy lightly chuckled, "Yeah, she kinda went ape shit.".

"Yeah that's what the stab movie portrayed.". Mindy said softly. Randy leaned back relaxing from his meal.

"Never seen it.".

"How you're in it?! But not really.". Mindy said.

"Did you see the actor they chose for me? Come on! Plus Y/N was way hotter than that chick. Here lemme show you.". He grabbed his phone scrolling through photos. Mindy stared at him, "Do you know how to use a smartphone?" She asked jokingly. Randy gave her a look, "Yes. I do. I'm not that old.". You came back in with two mugs of coffee.

"Here ya go". You gently placed Randy's coffee on the side table.

"Look at her! I found the picture from an SD card on one of her old cameras." Randy shoved the phone towards Mindy. Mindy squinted at the phone while taking the mug from you.

"Wow, Aunt Y/N you were way out of his league." Mindy said. You shook your head, "Stop showing people pictures of me.".

"She's barely aged too." Randy muttered turning off his phone.

"She used to carry this camcorder everywhere in college. She'd always take stupid pictures and photos of me.". You rolled your eyes.

"Randall Meeks get your ass up and clean up your mess.". You said walking into the kitchen. Randy grunted, "But my ankle!".

"You have a crutch use it."

"You heard her." Mindy said. Randy tried to get up, you walked in helping him get the crutch. You grabbed the breakfast tray and Randy grabbed his old cup from yesterday. Mindy watched the two of you with a smile.

"So you're moving out of California?" She called.

"Yeah!" You called back. Randy appeared in the doorway, "I have a new project in New York.". Mindy sat up, "No way! The college I applied for is in New York!". Randy smiled, "That's awesome!". You shooed Randy out of the doorway, he moved down the hall to the guest room. You took Mindy's breakfast tray, "Thanks" she smiled. You shrugged, "It's the least I can do.". You put the tray on the kitchen counter before walking back to the living room.

"How long are you and uncle Randy staying?" Mindy asked.

"I... I'm not sure." You said softly.

"However long we need to!" Randy called from the hall. You put a hand on your hip, "You just have to be in every conversation.". He smiled at you, "Yup". He gave you a kiss before sitting down.

[lovelyjj]

Treasure

jj maybank x reader

requested by @thornyrose463

Being at your house was miserable. Your mom only seemed to care about her boyfriends and not you or your wellbeing. You hated being there because she was neglectful and an alcoholic. And it’s not like your dad was around, he left when you were 2. You only came to grab a few clothing items.

“Bye mom, have fun with your loser boyfriend, not that you care where I am,” you shouted as you walked out of your house carrying your clothes.

Arriving at John Bs you were happy to get away from your mom and be reunited with your friends who were more like family.

“Hey Y/N/N, we’re going out on the boat today to explore the reck.”

John B borrowed scuba gear from his boss Ward so that he can dive and explore the ship reck.

“Sounds good.”

You, Pope, Kie, JJ, and John B all got on the HMS pogue. Then you all drove into the marsh. You all were excited to find something in the wreck.

“This is empty. You took empty tanks?” Kiara said.

“I-“

“Okay, this one’s a quarter full. It’s enough for one of us,” Kiara stated.

“Love it when a plan comes together,” Pope chimed in.

“Does anybody know how to dive?�� Kiara asked.

“Anybody?”

“It’s kinda a kook sport,” JJ commented.

“No I don’t,” you spoke.

“I read about it,” Pope argued.

“Great, Pope read about it, so someone’s gonna die.” Kiara spit out.

“Look, y-you put the thing in your mouth and breathe. How hard could it be?” JJ questioned.

“Well if you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood, and you get the bends.” Pope explained.

“Bends like, bend over and…” JJ joked.

“The bends kill you,” Pope deadpanned.

“Right.”

“I can- I can dive.” John B volunteered.

“Yeah you can dive. I’m cool with that.” JJ confirmed.

“Since when can you dive?” Kiara asked.

“I’ll do it. It’s fine.”

“John B,” you were concerned.

“Y/N, it’s fine don’t worry i’m good.”

“Be careful,” you warned.

John B nodded and put on the gear to dive. He jumped into the water and was ready to swim down to the wreck. You were worried for your friend who was practically your brother.

While John B was down there you all above water herd a siren.

“Shit. JJ.” Pope yelled.

“Guys, that’s the police.” JJ pointed out.

“Oh my god,” you huffed.

“Oh, you got to be kidding me.”

“Yep, that’s the police.”

“Just act frickin’ normal,” Kiara instructed.

The police officers boat came up to the HMS pogue.

“Evening officers,” Pope greeted.

“Evening.”

“How you kids doing? You know the marsh is closed?” Shoupe said.

“No.”

“No. Wow.”

“I didn’t know that.” JJ lied.

“Why— why is it closed?” Pope asked.

“Well, we’re conducting a search out here. Boat went down.”

“Oh.”

“Seen anything?”

“No.”

“No boats. No.”

“Where’s your friend you always hang with? He here?” The police man asked.

“He’s working,” you answered.

“I’m gonna check your little boat out.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, hop aboard.”

“You wanna check— uh, check her out.” Pope invited.

“Thank you.”

Shoupe checked out your boat and made sure you had life jackets. He looked out into the open water for what felt like forever. Finally he said, “all right.”

“All right.”

“Beautiful day isn’t it.”

“Sure is.” JJ replied.

“Let us know if you see anything on your way out.”

“Will do,” you responded.

“We will be gone soon sir.”

“Yes you will.”

All four of you knew that John B had to of ran out of air by now. So as soon as the police were gone you leaned over the boat and looked out into the water searching for John B.

“There he is!”

“Oh god! Jesus Christ!”

John B emerged from the water and you let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding.

“How’d it go down there? Did you find anything?” JJ asked.

“Did i find anything?”

John B climbed the later and hoisted the duffel bag he found onto the boat.

“Yeah, there we go! That’s my boy!”

“You okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, I ran out of air.”

“You scared the shit out of me.” You chuckled.

“Hey, guys? Guys, bogey, two o’clock.” Kiara warned.

“What?”

“Do you recognize that boat?”

“I’ve never seen it.”

“What are they doing back here the marsh is closed.” Kiara pointed out.

“I don’t know but let’s not stick around to find out,” JJ told everyone.

A boat with two men on it started coming your way. They started following you. Before you knew it they started shooting at you.

“Y/N get down!” JJ yelled.

JJ came up behind you and covered you with his body. Everyone crouched down and John B drove the boat as fast as he could from the floor of the boat.

“Oh my god we’re going to die,” Pope yelled covering his head.

Kiara got up and threw a fishing net into the water behind the HMS pogue. The net stopped the guys that were shooting at you because it got tangled in the gears. You all got away without being shot.

“Oh my god we’re alive,” you exclaimed.

“Pogue life man!” JJ yelled.

“That was insane,” Kiara added.

John B drove the boat back to the chateau. You all got out and stood on the dock. John B put the duffel bag on the floor and started opening it.

“What do you think it is?” Kiara asked.

“It’s got to be money or something right,” John B replied.

“Can we just open the bag already?” Pope said impatiently.

“Wow, Pope, that’s a rare outburst of emotion,” John B said.

“Okay. You guys are literally killing me with anticipation. Just open the bag, we almost died over this,” Pope ordered.

John B pulls out a metal tube and unscrews it. Then he dumps it out into his hand. It’s a gold compass.

“Oh, wow. Yup. That’s about right. Good job, everybody. We found a compass.” Pope said sarcastically.

John B was gaping at the compass. “Dude, what? It’s not worth anything,” JJ commented.

“This was my father’s,” John B whispered.

“No way,” you said surprised.

Nine months ago John Bs dad, Big John went missing. Some believe he got lost at sea. John B was in denial. He just knew his dad was out there somewhere, or so he desperately wanted to believe.

The next day John B remembered his dads office and went to go unlock it. You and the other pogues followed him confused.

John B grabbed a poster board and put it on top of a bin. “Here, look. This is the original owner, right here.” He pointed to a picture of an older man.

John B explained how the compass was passed down to many generations but they all ended up dying soon after they received the compass.

“Look, my dad used to talk about this compartment in here. Soldiers used to hide secret notes.”

“What’s that?” you asked.

“That wasn’t there before. This is my dad’s handwriting.”

“How can you know that?” Pope voiced his opinion.

“Because he does these weird Rs with the— see it?”

“Can I see it?” JJ asked.

“Red— Rout—“ JJ tried to sound it out.

“It says Redfield.” Kiara spoke.

“Right.”

“Okay well what’s Redfield?” You thought out loud.

“Beside the most common name in the county.” Pope deadpanned.

“Maybe it’s a clue. Maybe it’s a clue to where he’s hiding,” John B thought.

The same guys that chased you through the marsh showed up at the château. They took John Bs dads research.

After having a run in with the police twice John B was fed up. He took the family tree poster along with his other crap and set it on fire. After a moment he changed his mind and fished it out with a metal rod. Then he saw the name Olivia and he got an idea.

John B rounded up the gang and took you to the graveyard.

“You know how you’re trying to remember a song and can’t remember who sings it?” John B started.

“Yeah,” Kiara replied.

“So, Redfield. This whole time, I thought it was a place, right? But it’s not a place. It’s a person.”

“Voi-effing-là.” JJ hummed.

“See, my great-great-grandmother Olivia Redfield. That was her maiden name.”

The guys all tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge.

“I can get through,” you stated.

“Y/N, no don’t do it,” JJ voiced his concern.

JJ was very protective of you. You and JJ have been dating for a long while now. JJ wouldn’t know what to do without you. He loved you like hell. He’d be lost without you. So if he lost you he would break. That’s why he did want you to do anything dangerous.

“Look this is about your dad, you deserve to know the truth. I’ll do it.” You expressed.

“Y/N.”

“JJ, i’ll be careful i promise.”

“Fine. I’m gonna boost you.”

“Remind me what we’re looking for,” You asked.

“You’ll know when you see it,” John B told you.

You stepped in JJ’s hands and he boosted you up and through the hole. You looked around and then you saw something. You picked up what looked like an envelope that said “For Bird.” You handed it to John B.

When you all got back to the château, John B opened the big envelope. Inside there was a map to the Royal Merchant, along with a tape recorder. John B played it.

“If somethin’ happens to me, finish what I started.” Big Johns voice rang through your ears.

John B was sobbing at the end of the recording so you did your best to comfort him. You squeezed him in a hug and told him you were sorry.

After looking up the coordinates on the map JJ had the idea of stealing a drone that can drop 1,000 feet from the salvage yard. You and the other pogues were successful in stealing the drone.

Once it was the right weather you all went out on Popes dads boat. You dropped the drone into the water as Kiara marked the feet as it was going down. When the drone reached the merchant reck there was no gold. Everyone was devastated.

——————

John B was running from DCS when he fell off his bike and tripped over a chain. Sarah Cameron found him and saw his scrap on his stomach. Sarah took him to her house at tannyhill.

As she’s is cleaning his wound, he asks, “Who, uh… who’s the dude on the wall?”

“Oh, it’s Denmark Tanny, founder of Tannyhill.” Sarah says.

“Founder?”

“Mm-hm.”

“So, how did a slave found a cotton plantation?”

“He was a free man. He’s kind of a mystery. He showed up out of nowhere and paid for all of the land around here in gold.” Sarah explained.

“In gold?”

“Mm-hm.”

John B stood up. “Hey, wh— i’m not finished, Sancho.” Sarah scolded.

“Denmark Tanny. I— I recognize that name. He—he was on the Royal Merchant. But there was no survivors. Hey what else do you know about this guy?”

“Uh when we first moved in, we found a diary, an almanac, a bunch of papers. Ward donated all of it to the state archives at Chapel Hill.”

“Can I go see that?”

“See what?” Sarah questioned.

“The— the archives. I need— I need to see them.”

“I mean, I can get you in if you want. He’s got a trustee pass.” Sarah told John B.

“Yeah yeah yeah. I need that.”

“To Chapel Hill?”

“Yes. Right now.”

“Why now?”

“I… I can’t tell you that.” John B hid the truth.

“More fugitive stuff?”

“Uh… fugitive adjacent, sort of. It’s, um… it’s a matter of national security.”

“I’ve just waited my entire life for someone to say that to me,” Sarah smiled.

“Look— God. I know this sounds crazy, but I really need to borrow that pass. The less you know, the better. Okay? You’ve just— you’ve gotta trust me.”

“No. I don’t trust anyone. Especially not with a trustee pass.”

“I need to go now.”

“Okay, then I’m coming with you.”

“No.”

“Yes. One last mission, and then I’m out of this dirty, dirty game. Come on. Let’s go.”

Sarah and John B arrived at the archives after they changed first. They ended up finding a letter written in Gullah. Denmark Tannys last correspondence. They couldn’t translate it.

John B remembered his history lesson and figured his teacher could translate it.

“Harvest the wheat near the water in parcel nine forthwith.”

The was a little symbol at the bottom of the letter and John B realized that wheat meant gold.

John B got a map from Sarah that somewhat showed where parcel nine was. You were looking for a stone wall. Parcel nine ended up to be the old Crain house.

“I heard that Mrs. Crain buried her husband’s head on the property.” JJ told everyone.

“JJ!” you scolded.

“Look, you guys know whose house this is, right?” Kiara asked.

“Oh, yeah. No, I do.” JJ responded.

“Honestly, I don’t really believe the stories of this place.” John B spoke.

“Which stories did you hear?” JJ asked Kiara.

“The one where she killed her husband with an axe, and that she’s been holed up ever since. On certain nights, when the moon is full… you can see her in the window.”

“No, it’s not funny, ‘cause it’s all true.” JJ said seriously.

“I swear to God, guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis.”

“Wait, you knew Hollis Crain?” Pope questioned.

“Yeah, dude.”

“Dude, how do you know Hollis Crain?”

“I remember you told me this, she was your babysitter” you spoke to JJ.

“Yeah she was,” JJ confirmed.

“She told me all about it. Told me the truth… about her mother and what happened in this house.” JJ continued.

“So as a kid, she heard all the stories that her mother killed her father, and… she was a murderer and all. Hollis didn’t believe it. Until that night.”

“What night?” John B asked.

“It all came back to her. When Hollis was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. So she goes downstairs to see her mom washing her hands in a sink… full of blood. Her mother just says that she cut her finger.”

“The next morning, she says her father and her split up. But then, Hollis noticed something. Her mother going into the parlor constantly, in and out and in and out with plastic bags. Weeks pass, and Hollis decides to use the outhouse.”

“And as she’s using it, she looks down, and there, in the outhouse, is her father’s head, looking straight back at her.”

“God, you are so full of shit” John B insulted

“Dude, I swear to god, man.”

“Did she call the police?” Pope asked.

“She didn’t have time.

John B started walking towards the house.

“Wait! Dude!” JJ yelled.

“What?”

“You sure you wanna do this? She’s an axe murderer. You got a cast on.” JJ warned.

“I don’t give a shit if she’s an axe murderer, okay?”

“John B,” you cried.

“What Y/N?”

“I got nothin’ to lose, right? You comin’ or what?”

“Come on,” Kie said.

“So here’s the plan. We need to look for the wheat near the water like it said in Denmark’s letter.” John B told the group.

“Okay, like, what kind of water? Like, pond water?” Pope asked.

“Bong water?” JJ laughed.

“No. It— it just said look for water, okay?” John B said.

“That’s the shittiest secret message ever.” Kiara spoke.

“Come on guys we can do this,” you encouraged.

“You wanna complain a little more, Kie? Nobody said it was gonna be easy.”

John B went through a wooden small door and called everyone to come look with him. It was the basement. There was a bunch of mosquitoes and Pope knew there must be water near. You all found a well with water under the floor boards.

A couple days later you all went back at night time. This time with Sarah.

“Let’s go get rich, guys.” JJ insisted.

“Yeah, hell yeah.” Kiara replied.

“Let’s go,” you said excitedly.

“Wait wait wait.”

“I wanna say thank you, guys. Seriously. It means a lot to me that you’re here tonight.” John B expressed.

“Always,” Kiara replied.

“Of course, man.” Pope responded.

“I will always be there for you John B,” you shared.

“All right, we done with this circle jerk? Can we go do this?” JJ asked.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s get that wheat in the water,” Pope muttered.

“Weed? I’m up for weed.” JJ got excited.

“Wheat. I said wheat.”

The six of you hopped the fence. You started walking towards the house and then the overhead lights turned on.

“Shit shit.”

“Flashlights.”

“Shhhh.”

“Okay, so she has motion sensor lights,” Pope observed.

“We could, uh… move really slowly, maybe?” JJ thought out loud.

“That’s not a good idea JJ,” you confessed.

“That’s not how it works,” Pope responded.

“Oh, shit. let’s throw a rock at it,” John B shared.

“What?”

“That’s a really good idea. Let the axe murderer know that we’re here.” Kiara said sarcastically.

“Throw a rock at it?” Pope repeated.

“You have a better idea?”

“Literally anything but that.” Kiara stated.

“What about the breaker? In the circuit box on the porch. We used to play hide-and-seek here as kids. And if we were brave enough, we’d go all the way up to the porch. I’ve seen it,” Sarah shared.

“No, no. You’re not going in the house alone,” John B said concerned.

“Watch me.”

“I’ll go with her,” you jumped in.

“Okay, come on.”

“Crain chops people into pieces,” JJ added.

“JJ!” you yelled.

“If you believe that, but she’s like what, 85?” Sarah whispered.

“Yeah, something like that.” JJ responded.

“She’s probably barely still kicking.”

“I’ll go with you too,” Kiara spoke.

“Yeah.”

“We will wait for your signal.” Pope began.

“Okay, cool.”

“Hey! Be safe.” John B told Sarah.

“Y/N, be careful!” JJ told you.

“We will.”

The three of you walked up to the porch.

“She must have a generator plugged into the main power supply,” you hissed in a whisper.

You got closer to the door.

“Shhhh.”

You found the box and Kiara opened it.

“Where are the breakers?” Sarah asked.

“What is this?” Kie asked.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

“Shit.”

“It goes inside.”

Carefully the three of you went inside. There you found the breaker box and flipped the switches which turned off the motion censor lights.

“They did it. Go time.” John B whispered.

“So, let’s do it.” Pope responded.

The boys went to the basement and started lowering John B down the well. JJ and Pope accidentally dropped John B while trying to situate the rope.

John B yelled, “I told you not to drop me,” which woke up the crazy axe murderer.

John B was scrambling to get out because he saw part of a skull when he stumbled on a secret tunnel. The tunnel was full of gold bars. John B was shocked.

You, Kie, and Sarah came down to the basement and explained that Mrs. Crain is trying to kill you. Everyone needed to pull up John B.

Mrs. Crain chased everyone out with a shot gun. John B got some gold bars and climbed out of the well. Everyone got to the car really fast. John B showed everyone the gold and everyone got really excited and started screaming “full look!”

��—————-

JJ was your rock. He was your everything. After a few months of dating you both lost your virginity to each other. He was your first and you were his. The love you shared for each other was bone deep.

What nobody knew was that Ward killed the two bad guys who were also looking for the Royal Merchant. Ward has been hunting for the Royal Merchant for years. He was the one who betrayed and killed Big John Routledge.

Ward saw John B and Sarah talking outside his window. He opened the window to hear what they were saying.

“Four hundred million dollars. It’s all there,” John B exclaimed.

“Hey, that’s crazy,” Sarah replied.

“We did it. Now we just have to get it out of there.”

“Right. So how are we going to do that?”

Ward finally realized where the gold is and he takes it. He takes all of it and puts it on his private plane going to the Bahamas.

John B drives his van and parks it in front of the plane, so Ward had no choice but to stop the plane. John B reunites with Sarah and then Sheriff Peterkin pulls up.

“Oh, thank God you’re here. Susan, I told you he lost his goddamn mind,” Ward says.

“Put your hands on your head,” Sheriff Peterkin speaks.

“I’d do what she said kid,” Ward instructs.

“She’s talkin’ to you, Ward,” John B fires back.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Big John Routledge.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Put your hands on your head.”

“Are you kidding me, Sue?”

“Put your hands on your head!”

Ward finally listens and puts his hands on his head.

“Turn around.”

“Drop to your knees!”

“I don’t like being used. I waited a long time for this.”

Ward starts to resist so she holds out her gun. Next thing you know Rafe shot the sheriff.

“Rafe. What did you do?” Ward asks.

“I saved you, Dad. I saved you,” Rafe responds.

Ward makes Rafe take Sarah home. Then he waits for the sheriff to bleed out. Since the only other people at the air strip was John B, Sarah, Rafe and Ward, Ward says that John B was the one who killed her when Shoupe eventually gets there.

Everyone on the island is looking for John B because there is a reward. With your help you and JJ manage to get his dads boat the phantom for John B to use to leave the OBX. So Sarah and John B take off and you and the other pogues say your goodbyes.

John B and Sarah head into the storm. Ward calls them on a radio.

“John B. John B, I know you are there, son. I know you can hear me, and if you love my daughter like I think you love my daughter, then you will turn that boat around and come back. You are going into a storm that you cannot survive. John B, please, I will make it right. I promise you. Come back. John B, I am begging you. Think of her and turn around.” Wards voice boomed through the speaker.

“Ward Cameron, do you hear me?” John B yelled.

“Yes. Yes, son, I’m right here. I’m right here. Please bring her back, okay? We’ll work it out when you get home.”

“You killed my father, and you framed me for a murder I didn’t commit. You took everything from me! You took everything from me! But i’m still here. And I swear to God, Ward, I will come back one day and take what’s mine.”

“So, you listen to me, all right? I’m comin’ for you. I’m coming for you.”

John B and Sarah wipe out in the storm. They wake up and see a boat passing by. John B uses the gold to flag it down. The captain of the ship says they’re going to Nassau.

You and your friends are told the police lost John B and Sarah in the storm. So you believe they are dead. You’ve never felt this kind of pain before. You felt like you couldn’t go on. But at least you had JJ and your friends.

[star-quill]

Can you may-haps do one with Quill with a corruption kink🫣 (I just feel like it’s something he’d have)

oh yes he definitely does.

you moved away to a different state for college, hoping to maybe find a boyfriend, settle down and get a good job—and you got none of those things. you did kiss a few guys at parties but it never really went any further. didn't get the job you wanted either, so now you're back living with your parents, which isn't really helping your "find a boyfriend" case.

that's when you spot him. he's out in the driveway talking to your dad, arms folded over his chest as he laughs and throws his head back at something your dad said. you don't know who be is, perhaps a new neighbour you assume.

"who was that?"

"peter, he lives across the road.. just moved back in from being away for a while."

peter. it kinda suits him. and you kinda wanna get to know him more. so you decide to bake cookies and take them over to his, or rather, his grandpa's place. he answered the door with a smile, grinning even more when he saw the baked goods.

"those for us?"

"yeah! i studied culinary arts in college and well, you're new to the neighbourhood so thought i'd put my skills to use and be a good neighbour.."

oh you were so cute. he leaned against the doorframe with his forearm, grabbing a cookie with his other hand and taking a bite.

"oh my god.. these are fuckin' delicious.. here bring them in, my grandpa's out the back.." he stood back from the doorway, letting you in and following you through to the back door, opening it to let you out. he looked you up and down as you walked out, his mind just racing with the absolute filthiest thoughts about you.

once his grandpa took one, you came back inside and left him the tray of cookies in the kitchen, before walking back out his house. you waved at him from across the street and he shut his front door after you went back inside your own house. oh he was done for.

the next week, your parents hosted a mini barbecue, just for family that were visiting but you absolutely begged them to invite peter and his grandpa. which was now how you were sat by the edge of your pool, legs dangling in the water while you ate a strawberry popsicle. peter was sat next to you, his hands leaning back behind him on the ground.

he had to suppress every single thought in his mind as he caught sight of you sucking on the popsicle, your lips turning a dark shade of red. he had to say something or else he'd go insane.

"you think i don't know what you're doing?"

"hm?" you turned to him, popsicle still between your lips as you gazed up at him slightly, with absolutely no clue what he's on about.

"oh c'mon.. so you didn't deliberately sit beside me with that thing and eat it the way you're eating it?"

"no.. am i eating it wrong?"

"no, no.. just.. forget it.." he got up and walked away, grabbing a beer from the ice box and heading inside, chucking the cap into the bin before taking a sip.

"i want you to explain to me what you thought i was doing.." he jumped, turning around to see you standing there, your popsicle gone and your lips still dark red.

"don't think i should.. go back outside.."

"no, i want to know, peter.." you moved around the island now, standing next to him. god, if you weren't standing next to a floor to ceiling window, he'd bend you right over the counter and take you right there.

"you really wanna know?"

"yes."

"thought you were deliberately sucking on that popsicle, trying to get my dick hard.. thought you were imagining things, like pretending that popsicle was my dick.. but judging by that gasp, you don't know what the fuck i'm on about.."

"oh.. well uhm.. was i doing it right?"

"doing what right?"

"the way i was uhm.. sucking on the popsicle, was i doing it right?"

he just looked at you, his eyebrows furrowing as he tilted his head slightly.

"you never sucked a dick before?" you shook your head.

"you ever kissed anyone?" this time you nodded.

"well that's one thing i don't have to teach you.."

and you couldn't say no to that. so now you were on your knees in front of him as he sat on the edge of your bed. his hand fisted in your hair as you tried to take him all in your mouth. he was big but it felt so good. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you looked up at him, watching as his eyes screwed shut and he groaned out, the noises he was making were absolutely obscene.

he pulled you off him, his hand cupping your chin as you placed your hands on his knees. he tilted his head again, ever so slightly, almost like he was figuring you out, or figuring out what to do next. you just whimpered at the words that left his mouth next.

"y'wanna know something.. the day you came over with those cookies.. i thought you were so cute. in that pretty little flowery sundress.. wanted to just bend you over the kitchen counter, fill you up and watch you squirm.. you'd make a good lil' slut, don't you think? all for me?"

"mmhm.."

he didn't technically become your boyfriend, partly because you think your parents would kill you if they found out. but you did go over to his place occasionally, waiting until he was alone so you could be as loud as he wanted you to be. the first time he had sex with you, he was gentle but you begged him for more.

"you used to be so innocent, baby.. what happened, hm? this dick got you all messed up, huh.."

"mmf.. please.. need more.. please.."

you were on your stomach, spread out in front of him on your bed, your hips lifted up so he can fuck into you, grinding against you whenever he filled you up all the way. all you wanted was a boyfriend, a cute boyfriend to send you flowers, or kiss you softly whenever he had to leave—and instead you got the man across the street to dick you down whenever your parents went to the grocery store. then you became hooked, touching yourself at night and thinking of him, thinking of the next night you'd get to see him and he could give you your fix. he was like a drug, he made you feel so good and you were addicted.

weeks ago you wouldn't even think about touching yourself over anyone, and now you're whimpering, making yourself come while you whine out his name, wishing he was here beside you to fill you up. he had you wrapped around his finger and you knew whenever he called, you'd come running, ready to drop to your knees or spread yourself out for him. and he'd call you his "good girl", tell you you were doing so good, how pretty you looked all wet for him, and only him.

but still, at times you'd play the innocent card, knowing it riled him up. the sun was hitting the front of your house just right, so you dragged the sun lounger from your garage and sat it in your front garden. laying down, you made sure peter was home, noticing him walk through his house. it wasn't long before he caught sight of you and came over.

"gettin' a tan?"

"mmhm.. ur welcome to join me if you want.."

and that he did, until the sun moved and you both went round the back of your house. he moved his lounger right next to yours and ran his hand over your leg.

"peter.."

"hm?"

you didn't say anything else, just let him slide his hand under your bikini bottom, two fingers slipping through your folds before he plunged them inside you. your hands grabbed at his wrist, squeezing your thighs around his arm, whining and squirming on the lounger. he said nothing as he added another finger and you felt tears in your eyes as you came, legs shaking. he pulled his fingers out and you clawed at his hand to take them in your mouth, licking them clean.

"always gotta have somethin' in your mouth, baby.."

oh he really had you hooked. you were both absolutely head over heels obsessed with each other. and you wouldn't want it any other way when he always makes you feel this good.

[hannahssimblr]

It’s been a long time since we were three - Jen, Michelle and I, and nobody else. Really it was two first, them, from the first day of junior infants, when children were seated alphabetically. Smythe sat with Tengu, that was the natural order of things, and for them, that was that. 

Plenty of people stay friends with that first kid from that first day, it’s just how it works out. You end up spending eight years or more joined at the hip with that snot nosed kid who borrowed your pencil and chewed off the eraser on the end, or snipped chunks out of your hair with safety scissors. But maybe, even to small children, a special, unbreakable bond is born from the experience of witnessing one another cry softly into your copy books as your parents reverse out of the car park and abandon you in a new, strange place with twenty-nine five year old strangers. 

It worked out well for them, though, Michelle, who was bullied for looking foreign, and Jen, the tiny, confident child who had mastered the art of the creative insult by the time she could speak. Boldly, she stood up to anyone who said a word to her new friend, and no, Tengu isn’t hard to pronounce, you just can’t read. And, by the way, you have chocolate smeared around your mouth. 

I crashed their party in the autumn of 2002, uncomfortable in my first ever uniform, and made to sit down at the back of the room like an inconvenience with maths worksheets while everyone else participated in their Irish lesson. I didn’t even know that Irish was a language before then and thanked my lucky stars that ten years old was considered too late to learn and rendered me exempt, because the thought alone of attempting to make those foreign, hacking sounds at the back of my throat was enough to make me shudder. 

It was Jen, to my left, who nudged me, “are you dyslexic?”

“No, I'm American.”

“What are you doing here then?” 

“I moved.”

“Why?”

I was grateful when the teacher told us to pipe down, because I wasn’t really sure how I was going to answer anyway, but it was only a minute before a piece of folded paper landed on my desk. 

A note.

Did you ever go to Disneyland? Yes No

I circled yes and tossed it back at her. Of course I’ve been to Disneyland, like, five times. My great aunt took me on every single birthday, and I went on all of the rides I was tall enough for. 

The notes didn’t stop, one after another, question after question, and I shrunk a little under her curious gaze at the desk next to me, not really ready to be observed with such intensity, but it didn’t matter what I wanted. Jen wanted answers. 

“Do you have Coronation Street in America?” She said, trailing me into the yard as I tried to find a secluded spot to eat my sandwich.

“Hm? Where’s that?”

She giggled, “What about Quality Street?”

“Are they, like, kinda the same thing?”

“Do you know any WWF wrestlers?”

“I know them on the TV, I guess.”

“But not in real life? Have you met any celebrities?”

“Um, I saw the guy who played Screech on Saved by the Bell one time.”

“I dunno who that is. Anyone else?”

She could be pretty annoying, but disarming and easy to warm to nonetheless, but it was never Jen that was the problem.

It was her best friend Michelle. 

Michelle Tengu didn’t really talk. Kids in the class would try their best to make her say something, they’d ask her if she was mute, which she wasn’t, she was too shy to speak sometimes, and when she did her voice was whisper quiet, which didn’t help.

“What?” Our classmates would bellow, “I can’t hear you, you have to speak up!” and underneath the table her hands would ball into fists and her face would burn furious red. 

Usually kids like Michelle were too much effort for me, I dare say boring, even, I tended to gravitate towards loud, borderline obnoxious types but I quickly learned that wherever my new friend Jen went, Michelle went too, so her presence, I would have to learn to accept.

Once I got over my impatience with Michelle’s quiet nature we tended to get along pretty well, she was the perfect antidote for Jen and I, who would often launch into spirited arguments about stupid things that hardly mattered, but she was so good at being diplomatic, logical, making sense of things that seemed so complicated to us but simple to her. Michelle was very good at being right. All of the time. It was one of the interesting things about her. 

There were other interesting things, of course, which I began to discover during the long, humid summer of 2004. Like the way her hair, long, sleek and black, reflected the sunshine, and her pouty mouth and chestnut brown eyes. Girls weren’t gross to me in that way anymore, especially Michelle.  

It was her house where we hung out, mostly, because my house had a fussy toddler in it and Jen’s parents were weird and always made us participate in chores, but Michelle’s house wasn’t perfect either. Her parents were always hovering within earshot of the living room as we three friends hung out, and they made sure that Michelle’s bedroom was always off limits to me. Jen could go up there all she liked, to fetch a CD or a teen magazine for us to fill out the stupid quizzes, but not me. I had to park myself on that pale blue couch and listen to my friends giggling through the ceiling while Rahim grilled me about my education.

“I don’t get why they’re like that,” Jen would say in consolation when we walked home together after another summer afternoon in the Tengu’s semi detached. “They’re the same with the sleepovers, even though they’d be so much more fun if you were there too. I honestly just don’t get it."

But I did. 

And as time went on the girls would understand too, because by twelve almost everything felt different to the way it felt at ten. There wasn’t only Michelle and her pretty glossy hair anymore, there was Jessie and Alice and Amy, and eventually, my very first girlfriend Holly whose friends used to shove digital cameras into our faces when we tried to kiss at the teenage discos, and who would start dramatic, weekly arguments with me over text message if I dared to so much as ask the girl next to me to borrow a pencil sharpener. 

Things became extra complicated when somebody left a handmade card and a packet of gel pens on my desk for my birthday, which I assumed were from Holly, and thanked her, much to her chagrin, because it hasn’t actually been her, no, she’d bought me tickets to see Dodgeball at the cinema.

It was Michelle. 

Holly insisted that I give them back to her, so I did, with all the sensitivity and tact a newly turned thirteen year old is capable of, which is almost none, and left Michelle standing forlornly in the yard holding the card I had barely read dangling limply from her fingers.

It was her, eventually, who launched a campaign against me after many weeks of being an obliging boyfriend, claiming that I was spending far too much time with Holly and her friends and had forgotten all about those who had welcomed me with their friendship when I was displaced and alone at the beginning, but I didn’t think of it like that. I still wanted to be friends with her and Jen, they were my main friends, but I needed to make time for my new friends too. There was only so much of me to go around, surely, if she were so reasonable, she would understand.

“You don’t care about us at all anymore,” she hissed at me in the school yard with tears in her eyes, “It’s all about Holly and her gang now. Well, she can have you, you don’t have time for anybody else these days.”

She ignored all my attempts to make it up to her, and we only drifted further apart after that, losing ourselves to the new landscape, the new rules of secondary school, finding different interests, different people, different music, ways to dress and express ourselves to spend our time until eventually the only thing we had in common was Jenny Smythe, the girl who had stood in place while we swirled around her, a rock in a churning ocean of teenage angst. If it wasn’t for her, I know I would hardly see Michelle at all. I’d never have to think about her. 

But I do, and now instead of her giggling I hear her sobs through the ceiling of the living room.

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“WE ARE M・T・T・B” - Chapter 7

📍 Dance Competition - Venue & Stage

Chihiro: Okayyy, today’s the big day, guys! Are you all meowntally prepared and warmed up!?

Muneuji & Toi & Kiroku: …….

Chihiro: ……Oh? What’s the matter?

Toi: Oh, yes, of course! But…..

Kiroku: That team….. just now…… the one with the winning streak, “Punchline ★”….., their performance was….. really amazing.

Chihiro: Ohh yeah, totally! They’re a pro street dance crew, after all~

Muneuji: The audience is completely theirs now. Their skill level is just too different from ours.

Ten: Well, not like there’s anything we can do about it. Let’s just go with the flow today.

Chihiro: Now, now, don’t say that.

Chihiro: (…….Everyone’s letting the atmosphere get to them. The vibes turning pretty heavy now~)

Chihiro: (With our turn coming up, it’s up to me to hype them up again…..!)

Chihiro: You three, no more sad faces! We’ve got——

Punchline★Taro: Well, well, look who we have here…..

Punchline★Jiro: Aren’t you the ones who got ‘lucky’ with that little viral video?

Chihiro: Ah….. Punchline★?

Punchline★Jiro: I see some new faces….. Did you bring in some extra hands?

Punchline★Saburo: What’s the matter, afraid you can’t win against us without bulking up your numbers? Puhuhu….. [1]

Punchline★Shiro: Aintcha bein’ a little too rude? Hahaha, not that they’ll be able to hear from down there anyway.

Kiroku: ……。

Punchline★Goro: Well, whatever, doesn’t matter. Do your best, little noobs~~ We look forward to seeing you fall flat on your faces~~

Chihiro: Woah~ ……Us plebs are very thankful for your kind words~ [2]

Ten: (Ahaha, been a while since anyone’s talked shit to my face.)

Punchline★Taro: Now then, if you’ll ex-cuusee us.

Chihiro: ……、……。

Toi: Chi-Chihiro-kun….. Are you okay?

Chihiro: Hm? Chii’s totally fine, no problems at all~! So chin up, everyone ♪ No need to worry~♪

Ten: Seriously? Kinda hard to say everything’s peachy with what just went down.

Chihiro: …..Sure, their skills might be toootally crazy but——

Chihiro: We’ve got our own charm, our own styles, and above all, that “spirit of hospitality that always leaves the tourists satisfied” we learned from HAMA Tours!

Chihiro: Doncha think that’s something we absolutely can’t lose in?

Toi: You…. have a point….

Muneuji: Absolutely.

Kiroku: ……Y-Yeah.

Chihiro: Right? ♪

Chihiro: (…..Phew. They finally look less tense now.)

Ten: ……

Chihiro: (Not sure what Ten-cham’s thinking but…..)

Chihiro: So, don’t sweat the other teams! Let’s just focus on havin’ fun and givin’ the audience our best performance!

Muneuji & Toi & Kiroku: Yessir!

Chihiro: Nyahaha, now that’s the spirit ♪

Chihiro: Okaaay, it’s group huddle time~! C’mere, Ten-cham!

Ten: Yeah~ I heard you.

Chihiro: Alrighty, just like before a concert, let’s hype ourselves up by chanting our team name with a loud cheer to get our vibes off the charts and——

Muneuji: ……Team name?

Kiroku: Come to…. think of…. it…, we….. don’t have…. a team name….. yet….

Toi: Did we ever decide on one….?

Chihiro: He he he~~ No need to bug out ♪ Chii’s got it covered~!

Toi: Woah, Chihiro-kun, you’re always so well-prepared! So, what’s our team name?

Ten: Any day now~ We’ll end up with snapped backs if we keep huddling like this.

Chihiro: ‘Kay, gotcha! Drumroll, please! [3] Our team name is——

Everyone: ！

TL Notes:

In the original, Saburo’s laugh is shown as ぷぷぷ and since that reminded me of the infamous Monokuma laugh, I decided to translate it as “Puhuhu” since that was the english localization for Monokuma’s laugh in the first DR game.

Original line is “あざまる畜産で～す。” (lit: “Us livestocks are thankful~”), I took creative liberties with this one since keeping “livestocks” wouldn’t make much sense in standard english. In the Live2D, it kinda implies Chihiro said this line in a self-deprecating for humor way as well, to keep the situation civil.

Original is “それでは発表します！” (lit: I’m gonna announce it now!”). I changed it for the sake of better flow

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Event | 7th Anniversary: All Actors Aboard! | Chapter 2: VELUDO STATION MEMORY ✕ Masumi Usui

Masumi: (I’ll be at Veludo Station soon.)

Masumi: (That reminds me, I have to write about a memory from Veludo Station for the web edition of “VELUDO”.)

Masumi: (...Annoying.)

Announcement: “Next stop, Veludo~, Veludo~.”

Masumi: (My Veludo Station memory…)

Masumi: Director…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Masumi: (Veludo Station is the place where I first met Director.)

Masumi: (When I first saw her acting here, my head was dazed and my chest was burning.)

Masumi: …

Masumi: (I sat on that bench there and tried to get my heart to calm down, but nothing worked at all…)

Masumi: (And even now, I still can’t get Director’s acting out of my mind.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsuzuru: Well then, let’s see… if it’s this time right now, then I should be home in time for dinner. Wait, I feel like there’s some kinda trouble in front of the station…

Masumi: …

Tsuzuru: Yep, that would be it.

Tsuzuru: So the reason there were people chattering around me earlier was because Masumi’s sleeping on a bench…

Tsuzuru: Hey, Masumi. Don’t sleep in a place like this. You’ll catch a cold.

Masumi: I’m not sleeping.

Tsuzuru: You’re awake? What are you doing here?

Masumi: Director.

Tsuzuru: Hm? Ooh, you’re meeting up with the Director?

Masumi: I’m not meeting up with her. I was just remembering the first time I met Director.

Tsuzuru: Huh?

Station Employee: Ah! You’re… Bench Guy!?

Tsuzuru: Bench Guy…?

Masumi: Who?

Station Employee: S-Sorry. The sight of you sitting on that bench was just so nostalgic that I… I didn’t mean to surprise you.

Tsuzuru: Um, is the person you’re calling “Bench Guy”... him?

Station Employee: Yes. I apologize, it’s kind of a nickname I’ve given him, but…

Station Employee: You used to sit on this bench with a brooding look on your face for long periods of time, right? I’m the station employee who approached you that one time.

Masumi: Station Employee… Ah.

*Flashback*

Masumi: …

Masumi: (I feel weird after seeing that street act. I can’t get that woman’s face out of my head…)

Masumi: (My chest feels hot, and I feel kind of fluffy. This is such a weird feeling.)

Masumi: …? She’s gone.

Masumi: (I took my eyes off her for just a second… Did she go somewhere else or go home or something…?)

Masumi: (But maybe she’ll come back, so I’ll just wait here for a bit…)

Masumi: (I want to see her again.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Masumi: …

Masumi: (She’s not showing up again. Will I really never see her again?)

Masumi: …Gh.

Masumi: (My chest suddenly aches. Maybe I…)

Masumi: Like her…

???: Huh!

Masumi: Hm?

Station Employee: No, I wasn’t… are you okay? It seems like you’ve been here for hours now…

Masumi: I’m not.

Station Employee: I see… If you’re not feeling well, then just take it easy and get some rest…

Masumi: I’m not physically sick.

Station Employee: Eh? Umm, then what do you mean…?

Masumi: (I don’t want things to end like this. I have to go and her find.)

Masumi: (I want to see her acting again.)

*Masumi runs off*

Station Employee: Um, wait…!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Masumi: (...! I found her…)

Sakuya: Haah, haah…

Manager: Director, what’s next on the agenda…?

Izumi: R-Right, umm…

Masumi: (...I found her again. This must be fate.)

*Flashback end*

Masumi: Huh, I do remember that.

Tsuzuru: So you’re saying that the day we first met… you were waiting to ambush the Director here at Veludo Station the whole time?

Masumi: Not the whole time. I went to look for her along the way.

Tsuzuru: Yeah, isn’t this what they call being so morally gray you’re bordering on black…? If it weren’t for the fact that you’re relatively good-looking, you would’ve been deemed suspicious ages ago.

Tsuzuru: I truly apologize for the trouble he’s caused…

Station Employee: Not at all. Truthfully, I’ve always kind of wondered about him ever since…

Tsuzuru: Huh… must’ve been quite the impact.

Masumi: That day, I was waiting for my soulmate to come. But she didn’t show up…

Station Employee: So that’s why you had such a brooding look on your face…

Masumi: Yeah. But I’m okay now. Because after that, I was able to meet her properly.

Station Employee: I see, I’m glad then!

Station Employee: Since we’re here, could I get your name?

Masumi: MANKAI Company’s Spring Troupe’s Masumi Usui.

Station Employee: Y-You’re a member of a theater company!?

Tsuzuru: Ahaha, surprising, isn’t it?

Tsuzuru: I’m Tsuzuru Minagi, from the same MANKAI Company’s Spring Troupe. Thank you for caring about him.

Station Employee: No, no, it’s nothing! I’m glad that Bench Guy… I mean, Usui-san, got to meet the person important to him.

Masumi: Anyway, I’ve decided what to write about for my article. Veludo Station is the place of my and her memories.

Tsuzuru: Are you going to write about what you just talked about for the web edition of “VELUDO”?

Masumi: Yeah.

Tsuzuru: …Maybe you shouldn’t drag the Director’s story into it?

Masumi: …

Masumi: …I’ll have to talk to Director before I decide whether or not to write about this.

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A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 13: Budding Spring - Episode 21: Even Though We're Apart

Member: Sakuma-kun, if you’re gonna stay here, can I ask you to lock up?

Sakuya: Yes! Good work today!

Member: Good work~

[Door closes]

Sakuya: Whew… Once more from the top…

[Door opens]

Head of the theater company: Hm? Sakuma-kun, you’re still here.

Sakuya: H-Hello.

Head of the theater company: Is the sword fight this time really that hard?

Sakuya: No— But sword fights are kind of my weak point, so I wanted to make sure it’s thoroughly polished…

Sakuya: Also, my next role is a young man who works as a bodyguard, so I thought I could also use this as practice for that…

Head of the theater company: So that’s how it is. You really love MANKAI Company.

Sakuya: They’re my family, and my only home.

Head of the theater company: I think I get where you’re coming from.

Head of the theater company: The members of a theater company need to communicate closely, so they feel a little different from other friends.

Head of the theater company: Alright– I’ll practice with you.

Sakuya: Are you sure?

Head of the theater company: If you polish your sword fighting, it’ll be good for our performance too.

Sakuya: Thank you so much! I’ll be in your care!

-

Head of the theater company: By the way, did I ever tell you why I chose you for this guest role?

Sakuya: Hm? No, not really–

Head of the theater company: As an actor, you’re not really the dexterous type, right?

Head of the theater company: But you’ve got a bright, honest soul that made me think you’d suit this role.

Head of the theater company: I guess that’s what they call a sunny personality. That’s why I wanted you to play this role.

Sakuya: A sunny personality…?

Head of the theater company: That’s not really the kinda thing you can evaluate on yourself, is it.

Sakuya: I don’t think it is…

Sakuya: But, when I stand on stage with another theater company, I get to study different acting methods, and learn more about myself as an actor!

Head of the theater company: I’m glad you think so. If you can learn even one thing from this experience, I’d be happy too.

Sakuya: Yes!

-

Sakuya: Whew...

Sakuya: (I think I pushed myself a bit too hard… My legs are turning into jelly.)

Sakuya: (But thanks to someone watching over my practice, I think I improved a lot.)

Sakuya: (I’ll review the video I took later.)

Sakuya: (Oh, I wonder if the others are using the chat?)

Saku has entered the chat tsuzuru: oh. sakuya’s here too UC: Good work today. To Rorr: good curry! Curry: i wanna eat the director’s curry… tsuzuru: you get homesick quick To Rorr: that’s like curry cannibalism! UC: Everyone except Chigasaki is here.

Sakuya: (Seeing everyone talk here relaxes me. I feel like I went back to the dorm.)

tsuzuru: sakuya? are you reading? Saku: Yes!  I’ve been practicing my sword fighting until now! tsuzuru: ohh, that’s our sakuya To Rorr: whom is the performance? tsuzuru: *when this looked so normal i almost let it go Saku: We’re starting tomorrow UC: Do your best. Curry: be careful not to get muscle cramps on your legs Saku: I gotta be careful about that. I’ll get a good massage To Rorr: itaru is rarely ever on UC: He’s probably busy. Unlike the guy I’m accompanying. tsuzuru: still, this app is different from lime, and it feels like we’re all in the same room. it’s pretty good Saku: I thought so, too! Even though we’re apart, I feel like I returned to the dorm To Rorr: this kind of complexion is good too! Curry: *communication?

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Hmm hi, how are you. I saw your smut requests prompts and I was wondering if you could write a Sahed x Julia one with the third option of the top to sub? If not, Sahed x reader?

If not either, it's ok. But I really enjoyed "You... only You" and I wanted to read more smut from you (it was very good 😳)

Thanks for reading and sorry for any inconveniences 🙇

nah bruh it's okay, also I got the same thing for a blue lock request. I think you guys like something hot and suggestive turning wholesome I guess??? But not that I'm teasing you, I enjoy it very much.

If I write warnings then I'll just spoil everything so just read.

Sahed x Julia, smut.

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"Intense."

It was a stupid idea. Why did Julia let herself get convinced by Kamille, who happened to see a love hotel? I mean, sure, the green haired girl she saw was kinda cute, but for Julia herself to land in this situation?

Never in her life would she have found herself here, with a hot man in front of her who looked at her hungrily.

...

"Wait, K-Kamille!!", Julia yelled as she went after Kamille, who followed the three eyed Ah'kon to one of her rooms. the girl, Rainah, stopped in front of the door. She looked at Julia with a coquettish smile.

"Sorry love, but we Ah'kons don't like threesomes.", she spoke before she let Kamille inside. Rainah turned to you.

"My brother is free though.", she said, pointing towards an open door.

Julia flinched, her face errupting into a tomato red face. "I-I'm not l-looking for something like that! I just wanted to go ho-Ah!"

Yeah, Rainah pushed her into the room before closing it. Julia stumbled into the dark, and against something sturdy but warm. When she quinted her eyes, she thought she stumbled against a mannequin, but then the person started speaking.

"Well aren't you a-", but he didn't get to continue his sentence as Julia flung herself away form him with a scream.

"Ahh! Gosh, I-I'm so sorry, you see, I just wanted to-"

"Check out my abs? I hope you did. Although I wouldn't mind if your cold fingers cooled my hot body more, doll.", the male voice spoke, and suddenly, red light illuminated the room.

And it was like magic was in the air, as Julia found herself entranced by the beauty of the attractive man. Her breath hitched when the bloody glow illuminated his tattooed arms, his three blue eyes looking at her in a seductive gaze.

He slowly approached her as he pushed back some bangs from his hair with a smirk as he held eye contact, her pair switching in a triangular motion between his three, not sure which eye to look at.

"So, doll...what will it be today? Bondage...butt plugs, and oh! My favourite! Roleplay.", he said with a low growl as he cornered her against the wall.

Julia blushed heavily as she tried averting her eyes, but she stole glances at the pecs which were literally begging to be groped and licked.

"I-I'm a virgin..!", Julia whimpered, and there was a short moment of silence. When she looked up at the Ah'kon, she saw him frozen in place.

He quickly stepped back as he rubbed his head sheepishly. "...Shit...sorry love, w-would you like to sit down first? Talk about boundaries? shit...how about we start with some kissing? hm?", he said quickly and nervously as he looked for his shirt in a haste.

Julia took a few deep breaths before she reached out her hand. "Uh...excuse me?", she spoke, and the guy turned around immediately.

"y-yes?", he asked eagerly.

'cute...', she thought before she cleared her throat. "My name is Julia...and I actually didn't want to be here. you see, I think my friend is...spending time with your sister? Rainah? was that her name?"

She received a nod. "Well...I'm sorry, but I was not really, uh...looking for this."

"Oh..", the guy spoke -in a rejected, sad, and dissappointed tone- before he sat down on the bed. "Ah--w-would you like to sit down? Jeez, sorry about the lack of manners I have, eheh...it's just...this is the first time someone's not been bound to make me please them, so...yeah.."

Julia sat down next to the guy, both of them kicking their feet with a blush. "So...what's your name?", she asked after a while. The guy looked up at her.

"My name is Sahed.", he answered, and Julia looked at him. "The name suits you."

she earned a smile. Gosh, it was so sweet, and pretty...

"So...how did you come here? Was it because of your friend?", Sahed asked as he examined Julia's features. She didn't wear expensive makeup, or style her hair for it to be noticed, she also didn't really show off her body.

And for once, Sahed didn't have dirty thoughts about a customer (...yet), no. He wanted to get to know Julia. So he asked. And he asked, and asked, and told about himself and his sister, and then did dirty thoughts come, but they were not the same he had about the other girls and boys who entered this very chamber, no.

Sahed felt butterflies whenever Julia giggled at his jokes, and he just wanted to hold her close to him, not fuck her until the sun rises.

He wanted to pepper her chubby cheeks in the sweetest kisses, the softest kisses as she'd sigh, her face laying content in his hands.

He wanted to be her first, to explore her body with his three eyes, touch her and treat her as if she was the most delicate flower in the world. He wanted to make her smile, for her to hug him tightly the more he got to know her.

Sahed wanted to kiss Julia very badly now.

And little did he know, Julia had similar thoughts.

Sahed was actually a really nice guy, he was very sweet, and this whole club--service thingy only occured once every month, when they were both particularly horny and just wanted to fuck or get their pent up frustrations fucked out.

(And it also didn't hurt to gain a big penny from it.)

But she enjoyed his company, really. She liked how his hair accentuated his face perfetly, or how goddamn sexy the tattoos made him look. It also didn't help that he sometimes (un)intentionally had a smolder on his face when he looked at her. It was good that she was sitting, otherwise her knees would've given up and she would've fainted.

Julia wanted Sahed to take her virginity. She looked at his lips, licking hers unconsciously.

Of course, Sahed noticed, I mean, his three eyes were mostly fixated on her face, how could he not?

"Hey uh...", Julia started, as she averted her eyes. "Does...does the offer still stand-" "Yes!", Sahed interrupted her a little too fast.

He cleared his throat, a big blush coating his cheeks. "yes..it-it does still stand."

Julia took it both ways as she reflexively looked down. Sahed flinched. Julia blushed in embarrassment as she turned away.

"S-sorry! Gosh, I'm so sorry!", she spoke as she kicked herself in her head.

Sahed looked at his boner with a betrayed look. 'Why are you still up!?'

"I-it's alright, really! Uhm! W-what would you like to do first!?", he said a little too loudly, but Julia was just as nervous.

"I-I don't know..?"

Sahed looked at her for a moment. "Well, would you like for us to kiss first and see where the things will go?", he asked softly as he reached out a hand.

Julia took it with a little hesitation. "..yes."

Sahed leaned in as he tilted her head with the hand which wasn't holding hers, and then he kissed her softly. Julia's eyes fluttered before she closed them in bliss. She could feel his lips quivering -from nervousness?- as she kissed him back.

The kiss felt sweet, nice, innocent.

Sahed pulled back, having darker cheeks now, and the red glow changed purple. "How...how was that?", he asked shyly.

'Why am I so shy now? I did this a hundred times...!', he thought as he felt his heartbeat rise as he looked at her in anticipation. Julia touched her lips with a small blush and a smile.

"It was nice...kiss me...kiss me some more?", she whispered, and who was Sahed to deny her?

He hugged her gently as she buried her fingers in his hair, and Sahed sighed contently against her lips. It felt amazing, like Sahed and Julia belonged to each other.

Suddenly, Julia opened her mouth and Sahed's tongue invaded her instinctively. but, after they realized it after a moment, they flinched apart.

But they were still in each other's embrace. Julia looked at Sahed's eyes with her wide ones. Sahed gulped, his eyes just as wide.

"K...keep going!", she demanded as she kissed him again after a moment, and Sahed made a startled "mmh!" sound before he moaned and kissed her fevereshly.

The soft kisses turned into a heated makeout session where Sahed's tongue danced with Julia's and his hands travelled down her slim waist to rest on her hips before he massaged her stomach and ribs with his thumbs.

Julia whined when Sahed pulled away again, her mind only comprehending him and his tongue and lips, and when none of this was there, she opened her eyes.

She looked back to his blue ones. The lightening changed into a blue hue as well. "Are you ready to take this a step further...?", he breathed against her lips as he kissed her a few more times before she nodded, and he started leaving open-mouthed kiss-marks on her jaw, throat and neck, before he stopped at her collar.

She quickly unbuttoned her shirt as he took his off too. She then grew self-conscious and insecure as she held the shirt in front of her. "y-y'know...I'm not exactly the..uh..", she started, but she gasped when Sahed grabbed the shirt and threw it away.

"That's more like it..", he growled before he made quick work of her bra. It didn't help that it was pastel pink too...

Now, he was licking up her nipples as she was trying to puch her away, the feeling of his hot tongue on her perked up nipples being foreign as she whimpered and gasped.

"w-wait!", she yelped, and Sahed immediately sat back with a worried face. "W-what is it? Did I hurt you?"

"n-no...it...it was just a little too much...", she spoke as she sighed. Sure, the feeling was great and felt pretty intimate, but it was really a little too much for her.

"Oh..sorry..", Sahed said softly as he hugged her. "Tell me when you're ready again.."

Julia could honestly fall asleep now. The gentle but a little frantic beating of Sahed's heart against Julia's ear, his muscular arms holding her smaller frame close to him protectively and keeping her warm. And his head which rested on hers.

But, something bothered her. Sahed's boner which was really poking her, and her own clit throbbing in pain. After a few moments of calming down, Julia gently pushed Sahed away from her, but he only allowed for her to free herself until she could look up at him.

He wanted to keep her close to him.

"Actually, uhm...I...I need you somewhere else..", the brown haired girl spoke shyly as she looked down. It really hurt, being horny and right in the arms of a sexy stranger who seemed to be made to please people.

"And...where would that be?", he teased, though he knew the answer. see, his third eye was something like a heat sensor, where warm parts are seen as red and cold parts as blue?

Yeah, and his third eye could clearly see a big, dark red dot between Julia's legs. Sahed gulped. He just had to ask for consent, then he could do whatever he wanted.

Julia took a deep breath. "Uh...mmh..d-down there...I...I-I want you to eat me out..please..?", she asked, and when she looked up, she flinched.

Sahed's eyes on her were...intense, he stared at her with his glowing blue ones before he took her face to his. "Are...are you sure, Julia?"

Julia wanted for Sahed to only say her name and nothing else from now on. 'gosh, his voice is so hot!!!'

"yes..I am...but...", she muttered instead as she cleared her throat. "um...your eyes...", 'my eyes? Doesn't she like them-' "they're uh..p-pretty intense..." 'Oh.'

Then the Ah'kon smirked before he thre up the ends of her skirt. Julia yelped in embarrassment when he did that, but her breath hitched when he plopped down and felt his hot hands against her legs.

"Sahed?! What are you-ah!?", she gasped when she felt Sahed's nose bump her clit. Then she felt him breathe in the air there. She grew embarrassed.

"S-sahed..?!" But Sahed didn't hear her, as he was too consumed by the smell of her sweet, innocent and untouched pussy, and the feeling of her legs shaking slightly. Good thing that Julia wasn't standing.

Julia couldn't see what Sahed was doing as the skirt covered his whole body and face, and she could only anticipate what he'd do next, except she couldn't.

She thought that Sahed would at first maybe massage her legs a little, trace his fingers up and down her clothed sex, not to breathe in the smell and even hear a ripping sound.

Yeah, he destroyed her panties.

Then, he just started kissing her sex softly, until he started making out with it. Julia couldn't sit upright anymore when Sahed's big and long tongue licked up stripe after stripe from the base of her vagina to the clit and always putting a little more pressure on the bud.

She gasped and whimpered when his tongue sometimes pressed into her hole, and she wondered if he'd plunge his tongue inside, but he never did. Instead, he played with her sensitive nerves, his tongue pressing around her bud as her breath grows ragged and when she couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed the top of his head where she tought it was and pushed him further into her pussy.

Now, Sahed was a weak man. A very weak one. He actually felt butterflies the moment Julia stumbled into his very chamber, and when he smelled her scent, he was a goner.

Also, when he got under her skirt, his third eye became a navi as it saw the treasure before him. Only his third eye stayed open, looking at her body as it writhed and thrashed under his touch and kisses.

He entered her with his tongue, letting it collect all the juices her pussy produced and he groaned, his vibrations pleasuring her even more.

"Ah...mmh, Sa..hed...nnghh~...!", she moaned as he ate her out like it was his last meal, and he even nodded his head as he lapped at her pussy like a dog drinking water in the midst of killing its thirst.

Julia's legs shook as she felt something building up inside of her, and she panted as she grinded her hips against Sahed's face. However, she couldn't even hear her own high-pitched moans as Sahed ate her out as he moaned into her sex, he himself humping one of Julia's hard leathered boots and he closed his eyes in bliss, because he couldn't see anything under the skirt anyway.

The orgasm came suddenly, and Julia felt amazing. She screamed out in pleasure as she pressed her thighs together, effectively trapping Sahed, who nearly choked to death at the -already- loss of air he was receiving under that skirt.

But, it seemed like he got a new fetish as he came in his pants, his groin still pressed against Julia's tip of her boot, but a wet stain was forming there already.

Julia took a few moments to regain her breath, and when she did, she realized that she was still trapping Sahed between her legs. She quickly let go of him.

He let himseld fall to the ground, his head hitting the carpet as he gasped for air, but he still had an excited grin on his face as he licked around his lips in an attempt to collect some leftover cum Julia had which was still on his cheeks.

"that was...intense...", Julia panted, as she looked at the ceiling with a worn out smile. Sahed groaned only.

He got hard again.

"Say uh...would you be okay for a round two?", he asked as she shyly looked up at her, and he gasped when she stood up and took off her skirt.

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hellyu! thanks for reading this far! And I hope i could write it in the way you liked, if not thent just send the request as well and I'll write it differently!

Also if you have requests with special details you'd like me to include, just do it!

Read you in the next post!

[windy-trickster]

Mousetrap

Part 1 TW: Alcohol, drugging

Today had been so much fun and Roddie wouldn't deny that. Hanging out with this Indigoblood guy, Jailyn, was a blast! Getting to talk and chat with someone who made him feel so comfortable, so at ease! Like he didn't need to worry about, y'know, closin' himself up and having to act like some lesser being. Despite this guy being a Highblood, he was friendly and didn't make him feel stupid like other Highbloods have, like people at his workplace had... "🗡So. Buddy. I know we've been havin' a grand ol' time goin' out and about. Buuuut. How'd ya feel about comin' back to my place n chillin', hm?" Roddie blinked at the offer and nodded quickly, a smile spreading across his face. He's never been inside a Highblood hive before! Hell, he's been told to avoid Highblood neighborhoods like the plague. He couldn't pass up this opportunity! And well... He didn't really wanna end this little hang out session either! Jailyn was so charming and fun to talk to. "Yeah! Sure! I'D love to come check out your place! Are you uh- Sure that woulD be okay tho? Letting a lowblooD into your neighborhooD?" "🗡Oh yeah. It'll be okay. Most of my neighbors just stay inside of their hives anyways. The only one who seems to go out is this one girl, but I don't talk to her nor care what she does. You'll be fine." Roddie nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. He still wasn't too sure about this, but he trusted Jailyn's word and followed the Indigoblood to his scuttlebuggy. It was big and impressive, clearly something on the expensive side. It was all decorated with car decals and bumper stickers. Roddie felt a little intimidated as the Indigoblood opened the door, motioning for him to get inside. The Bronzeblood hesitated, but eventually got in. The drive was fairly long, the two pulling into a decently sized, Indigo-centered neighborhood. Roddie watched all of the hives pass by, big and imposing. He didn't belong here, and he knew that. He did feel safer with Jailyn around tho. Surely having a Highblood friend would give him some protection, right? The pair pulled up to Jailyn's hive, the buggy wobbling slightly up the gravel driveway. The pair entered, Roddie seeing the Indigoblood close and lock the door behind him. That didn't seem to rise any alarm bells in his brain. It WAS a Highblood neighborhood, most Highbloods tended to be ruthless... Even other Highbloods gotta protect themselves! Chatter ensued as the pair milled about the Indigo's hive, Jailyn showing Roddie around the hive. Roddie's anxiety had slowly melted away by now. His shoulders relaxed and his mind cleared up. Jailyn seemed to just invoke a sense of ease into him. No one else ever really did, and well, it was kinda nice! "🗡Hey. I got some cool shit down in my basement if you wanna check it out. It's like a man cave, y'know?" Roddie nodded and smiled, following the Highblood into the basement without a second thought. It was dark down there, but not dark enough to where you couldn't see anything, but dark enough to make Roddie feel a little on edge. Jailyn was talking, but Roddie wasn't entirely picking up on what he was saying. Jailyn DID have stuff down here. A TV and video game setup, several beanbag chairs and what looked like a mini bar. "🗡Fancy a drink, pal?" Jailyn smiled as he went over to the mini bar, starting to grab some glasses and a bottle. Roddie didn't drink, but he didn't wanna seem uncool to this guy. So he said yes and watched Jailyn make the drinks. It looked simple enough. Simple liquor, some sort of spice and coloring to make it all pretty looking. Roddie watched as Jailyn slid his drink over to him with a smile. Oh well, bottoms up. Roddie grabbed the drank and took a swig of it. Oh god... Roddie choked slightly and dropped the glass onto the counter, gripping his throat. It burned, it burned so much. He coughed and tried to get up, stumbling backwards slightly. Oh fuck, he was drugged. Roddie looked at Jailyn, eyes wide as he saw the Indigoblood smirking at him.

[andromebaa]

The Big Just the Two of Us Post

In February this year, I started writing a little silly fic for funsies. Well actually, I literally posted a chapter I wrote a year ago on my brand-new AO3 account. I thought, hm, maybe someone might be interested in this? I'm gonna be real with you all - I had literally no plans. Like, none. It was just a one-off chapter. Just a silly concept - what if Kaito and Kokichi got stuck in a simulation? Wouldn't that be hilarious? What kinda silly shenanigans would these two guys get up to? They'd probably just keep killing each other lmao. Nine months and over 140,000 words later, I churned out the longest piece of writing I have ever created. Ever. I'm not even joking.

Did I ever know that my magnum opus was gonna be a horror/sci-fi Oumota fic? No. Am I glad it is? Surprisingly, yes. There is so much I want to say and I don't even know where to begin. Massive shout-out to everyone who has been reading since the beginning. I can't believe you still stuck around even when the fic took like several shocking swerves. All of those kudos and comments meant so much to me too. The actual joy I got every time my comment notification went up by one is a type of euphoria I'll never get over.

Also another shout-out to the people who unbookmarked en masse once it got real messed up I'm so sorry but yeah I totally get it. Trust me I was not expecting it to get so dark lmao. Thanks @theskix for putting up with me talking about this goddamn fic for nine months straight (cheese forgive me) and being a fantastic springboard for ideas (brain fuzzy but I'm pretty sure he's the guy who came up with Miu eating cereal while walking in on them say thank you) Shout out to the concept of Oumota and every single Oumota fan in existence cuz like holy crap apparently people who like scary stuff and suffering just gravitate to these two guys apparently. Like I don't think I can begin to stress that I was never an Oumota fan. This fic turned me into one. I literally cannot stop thinking about them my brain is full of worms (or leeches I'm funni). Now for the fun part - what's coming up next? Well I'm planning on taking a break from any massive projects for the next month and a bit so I can participate in NaNoWriMo. May as well keep riding the train while it's still running, right? Once we get to December, I'm hoping to start the next fic in what I want to call my Dangan Horror trilogy. I'm also wanting to start writing a fic set in the Just the Two of Us universe from Miu's perspective. I may do these both at the same time, but I'll see how I go. I may do some smaller fics from time to time, especially if any fun-looking writing/themed events pop up, but I'll get to those when they occur. As always, my ask box and messages are open so please feel free to ask me anything about Just the Two of Us. I'm happy to give more info on my writing process, inspiration, headcanons, or anything you're dying to know. Thank you so so much for your continued support! It seriously means the world to me and provides me the motivation to continue to write. Until next time! ~ Mosey/Andromebaa