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twstgameplay · 2 months

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Guest Room Cleaning Drop Rate

Welcome to another too-many-numbers post with Mod Jeido.

If you're interested in some of the other posts, there's this one on Gauntlet drop rates, this one on ATK UP/DMG UP differences, and this one on Curse and Evasion activation rates.

We spent the last 6 months collecting gifts and adding to a spreadsheet in order to figure out approximate drop rates. These aren't absolute, but they're probably the closest we'll get without asking ANIPLEX directly.

I'll go more in-depth under the cut, but generally, these were the drop rates we saw for each category:

Stickers: 37.8%

Honey: 27.2%

Notepads: 12.3%

Textbooks: 8.5%

Gifts: 7.4%

Shards: 4.3%

Grimoires: 2.6%

We collected both from JP and EN and combined it for the percentages above, since it should be the same rate regardless. The analysis under the cut will delve into a little more detail. Please take each number as an "approximate" value, as some may be rounded.

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STICKERS

Stickers were the most common drop at 38% of ALL drops. There are five types of stickers: Stylish, Basic, Elegant, Pop (Cute), and Unique. These are the respective stickers for each theme.

We had a total of 649 stickers (198 from JP, 450 from EN).

We found that each sticker type had an equal chance of appearing (20%) given that a sticker was dropped.

Overall, any single sticker type has a 7.4% chance of appearing based on all possible drops.

HONEY

Honey made up 27% of ALL drops. There are three types of honey: Phial (S), Jar (M), and Jug (L) of Blooming Honey.

We had a total of 466 honey drops (149 from JP, 317 from EN). We found the following to be the approximate drop rate of each type of Honey:

Honey S: 65% of all honey drops. Approximately 17% of all possible drops.

Honey M: 25% of all honey drops. Approximately 7% of all possible drops.

Honey L: 10% of all honey drops. Approximately 3% of all possible drops.

NOTEPADS

Notepads made up 12% of ALL drops. There are four types of Notepads: Red, Blue, Green, and White. These are for Fire, Water, Flora, and Cosmic magic, respectively.

We had a total of 211 notepads (76 from JP, 135 from EN).

We found that each notepad type had an equal chance of appearing (25%) given that a notepad was dropped.

Overall, any single notepad type has a 3% chance of appearing based on all possible drops.

TEXTBOOKS

Textbooks made up 9% of ALL drops. There are four types of Textbooks: Red, Blue, Green, and White. These are for Fire, Water, Flora, and Cosmic magic, respectively.

We had a total of 145 textbooks (52 from JP, 93 from EN).

We found that each textbook type had an equal chance of appearing (25%) given that a textbook was dropped.

Overall, any single textbook type has a 2% chance of appearing based on all possible drops.

GIFTS

Gifts made up 7% of ALL drops. There are 23 types of gifts, which are unique to each NRC student.

We had a total of 127 gifts (45 from JP, 81 from EN).

We found that each gift type had an equal chance of appearing (4.3%) given that a gift was dropped.

Overall, any single gift type has an 0.4% chance of appearing based on all possible drops.

SHARDS

Shards made up 4% of ALL drops. There are three types of shards: Starshards, Sunshards, and Moonshards. These give refills for AP/LP, RP/GP, and BP/EP respectively.

We had a total of 73 shards (23 from JP, 50 from EN).

We found that each shard type had an equal chance of appearing (33%) given that shards were dropped.

Overall, any single shard type has an 1.5% chance of appearing based on all possible drops.

GRIMOIRES

Grimoires made up 3% of ALL drops. There are four types of Grimoires: Red, Blue, Green, and White. These are for Fire, Water, Flora, and Cosmic magic, respectively.

We had a total of 44 grimoires (16 from JP, 28 from EN).

We found that each grimoire type had an equal chance of appearing (25%) given that a grimoire was dropped.

Overall, any single grimoire type has an 0.7% chance of appearing based on all possible drops.

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staincastle · 1 year

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calware · 1 month

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☢️ im curious now...

1st floor: 1.3 pCi/L

basement: 2.6 pCi/L

#ask #angxlwiings

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kaepop-trash · 1 year

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Johnny+ "On Friday" for your now event please

Very late but can we just give me a free pass? I love you all.

This reminded me of one of my favourite movies, "His Girl Friday" so it is kind of inspired by that. Re-watched it thanks to this ask and I can see where the roots of my dialogue style lie.

Edit: About a week into writing this, I realised that this was probably a mean girl reference Sorry it's too late now. For what it's worth, I think Johnny would be the ideal candidate for high school mean girl.

Exes to Lovers Trope, Politics au

Summary: There were many things you let go of during a low point in your life. To live with that loss, you have pretty much convinced yourself that it was never meant to be. But when two of those show up in a package, you have to consider if one of those is worth the risk of the other. Alternatively, Johnny tests the limits of his convincing personality.

WC: 2.6

"Where are you going?" Paul pulled the phone receiver away from his ear, giving Johnny an incredulous look. "We have to prepare for the morning show tomorrow." He pointed at a pile of papers that probably meant something to him.

"We can do it later. I have an important meeting." Johnny spoke as he donned his outerwear.

"With who?" He asked.

"Whom." Johnny wrapped his scarf around his neck.

"Senator." Paul was exasperated, tired of the burden of his position. And because he was up since 3am trying to book a slot on local tv.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Johnny slid his coat on.

For a moment, Paul said nothing. There was a deceptive silence that settled between them before a crackle sounded. Whoever was on the phone asked Paul if he was still there. He answered a brisk no before hanging up and walking towards Johnny.

"Your ex, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" Paul questioned like there was anybody else.

"One and the same." Johnny finally slipped on his gloves, giving Paul a pursed smile, already uncomfortable.

"John." Paul tried to reason but Johnny shot him an impatient look.

"This wasn't supposed to be a negotiation. I'm going to be late." His words were curt, making his campaign manager take a step back.

"Just let me know when you'll be back." Paul sighed, dragging himself back to the phones.

Johnny walked into his old favourite diner, breathing out a sigh of relief once the warm heated air inside hit him. He squinted and browsed the joint, empty enough that he spotted (Y/N) easily. She was busy typing something into her phone while a cup of coffee steamed in front of her.

Johnny removed the hands in his coat and the growing smile on his face, stopping in front of her booth while he unwrapped his scarf.

“Ordered anything yet?” He questioned.

“I want chicken and waffles.” She answered while continuing to draft what he could now see was an email.

“Alright.” Johnny nodded, turning to spot the waiter and beckon him. After catching the boy’s eye, Johnny slid into the booth and seated himself. Only after that did (Y/N) look at him.

“How’s the campaign going?” She asked, lips pursed with impersonal neutrality.

“Fine.” Johnny answered absent-mindedly.

“Fine?” She winced, “Is that why you flew me down here?” She scoffed with a kind of haughty arrogance that would have amused him had she not been right.

“In a manner of speaking.” Johnny avoided her gaze, turning to the approaching waiter.

“Long time no see.” The boy smiled at (Y/N) before turning to Johnny. “The usual?” He questioned.

“Yes,” Johnny smiled back, “For both of us.” The boy wrote down the order and made his way towards the kitchen.

There was a momentary pause when Johnny sneaked a look at her. Brows gathered, she was grinding her teeth— deep in thought.

“You know what your problem areas are?” She finally spoke after breaking out from her thoughts. Johnny couldn’t stop his emerging smile, feeling hopeful for the first time in months.

He put his hands under his chin, smile lingering on his face as he asked, “Why don’t you tell me.”

“Your campaign manager is an idiot with no people skills. Smart on paper, but he doesn't understand the reality of campaigning to people." She waved the coffee stirrer in her hand like she was conducting a symphony.

"I thought smart on paper would balance me out." Johnny shrugged. "Worked well with you, didn't it?" He rested his cheek in his palm, "A little too well." His eyes gleamed, spreading over his tired features when her cheeks burner red.

"You still need someone to meet you halfway." She clicked her tongue, looking away from him to keep her reins in.

Johnny crossed his arms, sitting back and humming.

"You should have started your campaign in the rural areas since the city was already in the bag." She added like she was recalling the things off the top of her head. "You’ve always been good with improvised speeches so I don’t know why you waste time giving stiffly delivered soundbites on cable shows nobody watches anymore."

Johnny couldn't help his growing smile. She was clearly angry. There was the matter that his early run at catching eyes before the campaign cycle began was disastrous enough to warrant that anger. But Johnny didn't care when it was about to give him what he really wanted when he kept saying yes to morning shows.

You need to fire your campaign manager and hire somebody else immediately.” She finished just in time for their food to arrive.

Johnny didn’t say anything for long enough that she frowned, giving him an impatient look.

“Why are you smiling?” She asked.

“You made a list.” He bit his inner cheek this time.

She looked at him incredulously, “I’m telling you that you’ll lose and that’s what you say?”

Johnny nodded, “I’m not going to lose.” There was utter confidence in his tone. Before she could ask, Johnny spoke up again, “Not when you prepared a pitch to be his replacement.” He sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. The twitch of his lips was impossible to hide, something warm and familiar blooming in his chest.

Her forehead creased more than before, confusion mixing with flushed embarrassment.

“No.” She scoffed. "That's not what this is."

"Is it not?" His voice raised, looking relaxed.

"No. I just can't watch you in those awkward interviews where they ask you if you'll get a dog first or a wife." Her forehead creased with so much disgust that Johnny couldn't help but laugh.

"This isn't a fucking joke." She snapped before composing herself.

"I think the dog needs to come first." He kept it up.

"Or you could just get a little lap bitch and call her your wife." She mumbled.

The statement leeched the light hearted mood Johnny had tried to play up. His eyes lost it's glimmering smile, lips curling down, looking on the edge of anger. She sat back, crossing her arms over her chest and trying to feign ignorance.

"Of course I can't be your campaign manager. The optics would ruin you if people caught on." She looked away from him, suddenly detached. Yet she changed the topic swiftly.

"Caught on to what?" He questioned, almost amused at how she was avoiding the elephant in the room.

"Johnny." She sighed, sounding ready to reason.

"How's it going with being a press correspondence? I couldn't believe my ears when I heard that you work for the news.

She couldn't help her ensuing smile, acknowledging the irony of it. "It's nice actually. Something therapeutic about condemning politics without being at the center of it."

"Don't you miss it?"

"No." She spoke to soon.

Johnny smiled with a shake of his head. "Liar."

From late nights of exhausting crying to quick texts in the middle of the workday mocking their respective senators. Johnny had been the wall that had made it bearable to be backed into the corner by her career all those years ago.

"My job was thankless and tiring, and my boss was an absolute tyrant." She reminded him of it like he wasn't the person who knew that better than everyone.

"Do you miss it?" He asked again, unwavering in his belief.

She ground her teeth together, a habit Johnny hated above all else.

"Yes," She answered after giving in to the truth.

"Come back." His voice turned taut and he had to clear his throat to avoid the infiltration of sentiment.

"It's a terrible idea, Johnny." She sighed, a lot more regrettable this time. "You deserve to win and signing me on will just give the press the narrative they were looking for." She looked down at her plate to avoid his unfettered attention.

"Fuck them." He dismissed.

She looked up prepared to give more excuses.

"You said it yourself, didn't you? My image is too clean to hit the national cycle." He pursed his lips, eyes suddenly gleaming with some thought. "If they'll talk, we'll use it. Let's make headlines together, baby."

(Y/N) felt like someone punched her lungs from inside her stomach. While she tried her best to remain looking unaffected, she distantly wondered if it was worth the trouble when the man in front of her knew her too well— much to her horror.

"It won't be enough if that's what you're hoping for. It will be like petty gossip for the reporters in D.C. who knows us. They will try to involve the country in that gossip for a few news cycles. We will be mocked, then the country will get bored. All before the election." She urged him to understand her explanation.

"That's exactly what I figured. That's why I've started off a little early. We give them enough time and once they move on, the real campaigning can begin.

(Y/N) was speechless. A rare condition for anybody in her line of expertise.

Timidly, she found the words she needed to explain, "Look. It's not worth it. I have my strengths, but you can find a handful of people who can do a better job," She sighed, looking over to the window. The sun fell on her face, showing the unmistakable signs of woes.

"People without the looming threat of the baggage we have. I know someone who could really shake your campaign up. He was Senator Do–" She rummaged through her bag to look for something.

"Listen to me." Johnny cut her off. She looked up at him, visibly nervous now. "Your speeches got a man elected president."

"It wasn't just my speeches." She scoffed, still digging through her purse.

"Look at me." He demanded. To that tone, her body would listen without protest. "Look into my eyes and tell me that you don't know that you single-handedly got that man elected." He dared her.

She had no answer. Partially because he looked like he believed himself. And partially because she could clearly remember the last time they looked into each other's eyes this way.

"That's what you are, the kind of skill you possess. And you want to waste it writing puff pieces on bipartisanship and making podcasts?" He sounded, at the same time, confused and offended. "You are a force to be reckoned with and every single person who will cover my campaign will be compelled to see that."

Johnny felt a little winded after letting out his carefully worded statement. He had been waiting for this for months.

"I have the voice for podcasts I think." She tried to joke despite the deep red now coloring her cheeks.

"Take the job, (Y/N). You always told me that you wanted to make decisions."

"I don't want to decide on what tie is the best for an Illinois morning show." She matched the impatient frown on his face, "I've campaigned once, it's all promises before the election hands you bureaucracy."

"When I win," Johnny began.

"If you win," She interrupted.

"When I win," he repeated with a heavy exhale. "You can run my office."

She sat up and leaned closer, speechless and not knowing if it was in her to refuse that offer. In his eyes, she could see clearly that he knew that too. Bastard.

"Chief of staff?" She asked, not wanting to be sure till she heard him say the words.

"Is that enough to get you out of retirement?" He leaned closer. For a moment he was close enough to feel his breath.

Her eyes struggled to stay on his brows but it didn't matter when he dropped his gaze to her lips. Something sharp crawled down her spine and she sat back with a jolt.

"What's in it for you?" She asked while adjusting her pants, trying to hide her hot cheeks.

"You."

Her cheeks only turned hotter, fingers freezing on her thigh.

"I want to get elected and I know only you can do it." He added before the word lingered for too long.

"I know nothing about this state." She reminded him.

"You know how to play people's strengths. That's what I care about." He shrugged, still so certain that it was excruciating.

She hummed, not sure how to respond.

Johnny finally sat back, running his fingers over the lapel of his jacket. "And I want you back." He spoke like he was asking for something routine. Like a pair of keys before leaving the house.

"Excuse me?" She choked on her words, heart pounding loud enough to deafen her to all sounds but his voice.

"I want you back, (Y/N)." He repeated himself, unfazed by the weight of his confession.

She reached for her coffee, the room temperature drink unpleasant. With her throat coated, she felt okay to speak. "What are you talking about? Why?"

"What do you mean why?" He squinted at her, "Because I still love you." Johnny looked like she should have known that already, like it was apparent.

Her hand frooze with her cup against her lip, her fingers gripping the rim. The words had, it seemed, robbed (Y/N) of normal functions. She choked on her coffee, sitting back while hacking up a fit. After a second of indulging in laughter, Johnny got up to rub her back.

"That's not funny." She spoke after drinking down her entire glass of water, voice hoarse.

"There has never been a time when I said those words to you and didn't mean them. I don't plan on starting now." He nudged her in, sitting down beside her.

She watched him sit down, "Now that you've said that, what makes you think I'll say yes?" Her voice was heavy with caution.

Johnny smiled, "Because I know you, (Y/N). Like the back of my hand. The only thing you crave more than a challenge is to win." His brow raised, as if daring her to deny it.

His hand moved and she thought he would reach for her. Instead he stretched across the table to grab his own coffee. Distracted by his presence now, she couldn't process his bid.

"I'll think about it." She offered after trying for another stretch. Johnny rolled his eyes and sat back, making her frown.

“Just tell me now. Whether you want to take it or not, you already know what you'll do.” He sat back, clearly trying to hide how her dismissal provoked him.

He was right. But she wanted time because she currently wanted to say yes. And that to her felt like a hasty decision.

She missed her old life more than she expected. She missed the urgency of every task, how people spoke about her, to her. While it was minimal, (Y/N) knew a time when she had power in the Capital.

But perhaps most importantly, she missed him. Sitting here in front of him in his favourite diner, the one he'd bought her too plenty of times. She missed the way he was the only person who would look directly at her while she spoke. She still couldn't tell if he was just not one of the people unnerved by her, or if he knew how to hide it.

She missed him so much that she could not be certain that it wasn't clouding her current judgment.

"Just let me think about it for a moment." She tried again. When it looked like he would insist she snapped, "Away from you." She specified.

Johnny's face fell. Clear as day, disappointment coated his pupils just as he averted his gaze. He looked like a puppy.

(Y/N) tried to swallow the guilt that stuck in her throat, shuffling in her seat and crossing her arms. "Why do you want to work with me anyway? It's historically been a terrible idea."

Johnny's lips twitched, fingers flexing to reach for his glass. "We make a good team despite our differences, (Y/N). I respect your ability to cut through bullshit and I know you have a soft spot for my convictions." His face softened, finally halting his wandering eyes to meet her gaze.

Johnny reached over the table, placing his hand just short of over hers. Despite not looking, her focus remained stuck in the gap between their fingers. "Look." He sighed, "This is a re-election, and I know you don't think it's challenging because I will win. But this isn't about this election. It's about getting my corner ready."

Her gaze narrowed, confused by his cryptic words. "What are we doing in the corner?"

Johnny's lips twitched again, a devious glint lighting his eyes, "Anything before the others show up." He licked his lips.

She rolled her eyes at the implication, hoping it would conceal the way she felt breathless and flustered at the words.

"What are you planning?" She questioned.

"A dream team. Much like the one you were in all those years ago. I need all the help I can get if I want to run one day."

She sat up, suddenly very serious. "Run for?" She asked carefully.

"You know." He played it off, yet keeping his gaze fixed on hers.

(Y/N) sighed, sitting back with defeat. "Fine, I'll do it." She picked up her coffee looking rather angry at herself. But they both knew that Johnny had just given her a challenge she could not refuse. Johnny smiled.

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usafphantom2 · 6 months

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SR-71 Blackbird crew members tell the story of the Inlet Unstart that prevented them to go Faster than Mach 3.2 during the Absolute Speed Record run in 1976

Developed from the Lockheed A-12 and YF-12A aircraft, the first flight of the SR-71 Mach 3 + spy plane took place on Dec. 22, 1964, and the first aircraft to enter service was delivered to the 4200th (later 9th) Strategic Reconnaissance Wing at Beale Air Force Base, Calif., in January 1966.

Throughout its nearly 24-year career, the SR-71 remained the world’s fastest and highest-flying operational aircraft. From 80,000 feet, it could survey 100,000 square miles of Earth’s surface per hour.

The SR-71 Blackbird was also the aircraft of choice to celebrate the United States’ bicentennial birthday in 1976. In fact, to celebrate, officials decided to attempt to break some records by means of the iconic reconnaissance aircraft.

As told by Angela Woolen in the article SR-71 pilots, crew relive absolute speed record, on Jul. 28, of that year, retired Maj. Gen. Eldon (Al) Joersz, the pilot, and retired Lt. Col. George Morgan, the reconnaissance systems officer (RSO), set the world absolute speed record for jet-powered airplanes with a speed of 2,193 mph.

The record still stands today.

SR-71 Blackbird crew members tell the story of the Inlet Unstart that prevented them to go Faster than Mach 3.2 during the Absolute Speed Record run in 1976

Retired Maj. Gen. Eldon Joersz, a former pilot, and retired Lt. Col. George Morgan, a former reconnaissance systems officer, sit inside the cockpit of the SR-71 Blackbird they flew when setting the world absolute speed record for jet-powered aircraft on Jul. 28, 1976. The two were at the Museum of Aviation in Warner Robins, Georgia, for the 40th anniversary of the historic flight. (U.S. Air Force photo/Tommie Horton)

Today, SR-71 #958, the Blackbird that made the speed record run is on display at the Museum of Aviation near Warner Robins, GA.

Noteworthy, during the record-breaking event, Joersz and Morgan experienced an inlet unstart that however didn’t prevent the iconic Blackbird to set the absolute speed record.

SR-71 pilot David Peters explains;

‘If Joersz and Morgan had just a normal unstart without a burner blow out if probably didn’t slow them down much but they certainly would have had the record higher without it.’

If it weren’t for the inlet unstart that temporarily jammed up an engine, they could have gone faster than 2,193 mph. In fact, they could have stayed under Mach3.3.

This note is from George Morgan: ‘Al and I had the ACTUAL speed record. 2200 indicated in our equipment aboard 958!

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‘Theirs…. 2193….NAH!’

Peters explains;

“Just to clear up a couple of points. First an unstart does not usually cause the engine to shut down. In this case it was just an unstart of the inlet which can be recovered rather quickly. Second unstarts were much more likely in the 2.6 to 2.9 range especially in the climb. High Mach unstarts were much more rare.”

It is true that any SR-71 with any crew could’ve made that record-breaking run. But the commander would’ve picked his most reliable crew that he had. And he picked Al Joersz and George Morgan to make the flight. In the early days of the SR-71 they really didn’t want to call any attention to the Blackbird. In the spirit of the bicentennial 200-year anniversary of the United States, President Ford asked if an SR could make the speed run. SR-71 commanders never said no to a President.

The plane flew through the first of its two passes at a much, much higher speed than what was required to set the record. Just before start of the second pass, one of the engines shut down. Before the engine could be restarted, the plane was well beyond the start line. The engine did recover from the unstart.

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CLICK HERE to see The Aviation Geek Club contributor Linda Sheffield’s T-shirt designs! Linda has a personal relationship with the SR-71 because her father Butch Sheffield flew the Blackbird from test flight in 1965 until 1973. Butch’s Granddaughter’s Lisa Burroughs and Susan Miller are graphic designers. They designed most of the merchandise that is for sale on Threadless. A percentage of the profits go to Flight Test Museum at Edwards Air Force Base. This nonprofit charity is personal to the Sheffield family because they are raising money to house SR-71, #955. This was the first Blackbird that Butch Sheffield flew on Oct. 4, 1965.

Capt. Al Joersz, the record-setting pilot, said, “By the time we’d gone through the checklist, we’d already passed the second gate thus officially starting the run. Still, we exited the gate at Mach 3.2.”

Peters concludes:

“If they hadn’t had the unstart when they were going through the gate, the record speed would’ve been higher. Their goal was to make 2200 mph.”

However, after the inlet unstart, Joersz and Morgan could’ve pushed the Blackbird to the limit and gone Mach 3.3, but in 1976 they really didn’t want anyone to know how fast the SR-71 could go. It was still classified. For this reason, the US Air Force (USAF) chose to set the speed record “very carefully” avoiding to disclose how fast the SR-71 could really go.

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Facebook Pages Habubrats SR-71 and Born into the Wilde Blue Yonder for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

Photo credit: U.S. Air Force and Lockheed Martin

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I love your work, could you do soulmate au for Phoenix, Bob and reader. They just meet reader during the uranium mission (please make this as long as possible, I would love to read how you expand on my ideas) maybe their first meeting, then flirting with her, training, getting to know her, the mission (as angsty as possible 🙃) and anything after.

A/N: Anon, I think you're my new best friend. A soulmate au, a poly story, angst, fluff, and giving me the ability to kinda lose sight of the prompt so I can make this as long as possible!? AHHH!!! I am so so happy. I have like five other requests sitting right now but all I can focus on is this. Also the introduction for all of them is going to be different from the movie so it can work here. Sorry if you don't like that! This is fanfiction though 😂 I hope this was long enough and angsty enough!

Warnings: Near death, character loss, MOVIE SPOILERS!!!!!!!

Word count: 2.6 K

You walked into The Hard Deck wearing your uniform and walked up to the bar, "Hey Penny, I'll take a rum and coke" you grinned at her. "Wow, Lt. L/N I haven't seen you in a while, how have you been?" she asked you as she got your drink. "Good, they've been sending me all over the world since that last high stake mission I told you about" you smiled. You had known Penny for years and considered her a good friend and role model. "Looks like they recalling a couple of you kids, no one is sure why, some of them are over there" she told you and pointed to the group of aviators.

You paid for your drink and took a sip before heading over to them. You saw Hangman and met his eyes "Am I dreaming or is that you, Sparky?" He asked, taking the toothpick out of his mouth. "Yeah it's me, don't cream your pants Bagman" you smirked. He frowned, taking the pool stick from Bob "Hangman" he corrected. "Whatever Headache. Don't be dick, give the guy the pool stick back" you said, sipping your drink.

Natasha stepped in and you both bullied Hangman back and forth, getting Robert the pool stick back. You held out your hand "Lt. Y/n L/n but everyone calls me Sparky" you winked at the beautiful woman in front of you “And you are gorgeous?” You flirted. She gasped and took your hand "Lt. Natasha Trace but everyone calls me Phoenix" she said and your eyes widened, feeling her name on your wrist burn and turn a color. Looking down you saw it was a bright red. You looked up at her with a big smile "It's you" you said in a breathy voice. Underneath was still 'Robert Floyd' in big black letter. You looked at her wrist and saw your name in yellow and Roberts name in orange. "Bob! Come here!" She called to the guy you just helped. You saw the last name on his uniform and your heart clenched in excitement. "Hi, I'm Y/n L/n" you told him and watched your name turn purple on his wrist. "Robert Floyd" he said in amazement, his name going blue on your wrist.

You all just stared at each other for a minute before you all broke out laughing. "Wow, I really wasn't expecting this today" you grinned. "Neither were we. We've been waiting for you" Natasha told you. You blushed "I'm glad I got to meet you both at the same time" you said "I've never been good at waiting but now I don't have to" you grinned.

You all stuck to each other and got to know each other while saying hello to old friends as they filtered in. You looked over as Rooster came in and waved him over "Rooster, I missed you!" You said as you hugged your best friend. You all chatted about your mutual friendships. The rest of the night became a blur of laughter and flirting back and forth with your soulmates. You enjoyed singing Great Balls of Fire by the piano with them, you had your arms around both of them. You all purposely avoided the topic of why the best of the best were being recalled to Top Gun. You knew it wasn't good and you just wanted to enjoy the pure bliss of finding your soulmates.

The next day everyone was gathered on base. You sat at the table, sitting next to Hangman as you kept glancing at your soulmates. The mission was being explained and it sounded close to one you've performed before. "Now" Maverick said, "There is a single person in this room who has preformed a mission extremely similar to this one. Except it only needed one miracle and not two. That is Lt. L/N" he said. You looked at him and tried to not grimace as everyone moved to look at you. "With all do respect Captain Mitchell, you're neglecting the fact that my wingman was lost and I nearly died as well" you said, your jaw tight when you stopped talking. "That's why I am here, to make you all a team and make you all better" he told everyone.

You all went out for your training and listened to the conversation as they decided to make the wager of 200 push ups. When you got in the air, you were extremely careful, you knew Mavericks moves well as you thought a lot like him. You also had to study his reports from similar missions back so it gave you the upper hand currently. Your biggest issue was that you were up with Hangman, to him the sky wasn’t big enough to contain his ego.

You saw Maverick coming up behind you and hit the breaks as he flew past. "C'mon, I almost have you" you hissed under your breath, about to get a lock on Maverick. Suddenly Hangman decided to show off and cut you off "God damnit Hangman! I almost had him!" You yelled. Because of him it left you vulnerable and you got targeted by Maverick. Just like his name, Hangman left you hanging. You tried to maneuver your way out of his reach but without the aid of a wingman to help, you were useless in the air. It didn’t take long for Maverick to get a lock on you but you made it extremely difficult on him. "Good try Sparky, but go on down for the pushups" as you did Hangman was yelling for your help "I'm dead cause of you asshole" you said, no sympathy in your voice.

When you were doing push-ups, you glared at him. "I'm warning you now, we go on that mission and you leave anyone hanging, you'll regret it" you hissed where only he could hear. You were a lot more protective now that you had two soulmates and their lives were on the line. You got up and walked off once Hondo told you you reached your two hundred pushups. You went inside, going to listen as Bob and Phoenix were up in the air. You sat next to Rooster and he put a hand on your shoulder "Don't let him get to you y/n" he said and you nodded. You and Hangman fought like cats and dogs, it was never pretty and Rooster made sure to have your back.

Later Hangman came up to you and you both had a stare off, Maverick watching you both close after he finished his briefing over your training. “I don’t take well to threats L/n” he said. You got a cocky smirk, “What threat? All I told you was a promise” You laughed and then wrinkled your nose “Geez Hangman, take a shower. You reek of sweat” you said before walking away. You moved out of the way as he threw a paper ball at you. You walked to Bob and Phoenix, giving them a soft smile “Want to go out to the beach tonight?” You asked with a grin.

That night was filled with soft touches as you all walked the beach and sat by the water. You all talked about your childhoods and teenage years, laughing at how you all were just a bunch of dorks back in high school. You never felt more comfortable then when you were with them. They learned you weren’t the arrogant asshole that you acted like when in the skies, they knew you were very protective over anyone you flew with though, you took risks but never anything to hurt another person. You all had your reputations though there was a reason you were the best of the best. You learned Bob was quiet but around those he was really comfortable with he was a chatty person, he loved to talk about his interests and has a way to draw you in. You also learned Phoenix was very competitive but would also stop if someone need her, she cared about the ones she loved deeply.

When it came to dog fight football, it was fun to be teamed with them, managing to work well. You would give them a high five and you and Phoenix did it the same way Maverick and Goose used to, you did the same with Rooster. You took the time to admire your soulmates also, all you could think was that you got to live the rest of your life with them. Bob looked small but he was a powerhouse and so was Natasha. It left you with many less then innocent thoughts about the two.

It wasn’t long for everything to go down hill with the team though. You felt like you were about to die when Phoenix and Bob had to eject after the bird strike. You were on the ground and completely helpless as they yelled. While you felt bad to Coyote going into G-LOC but you were more concerned about your soulmates. Your heart was tight until you saw them both were safe and okay, just needing to stay the night to make sure everything was fine. It made you realize how close you could get to losing both your soulmates and how nearly impossible this mission was. It was only worse now because everyone’s morale was down as they couldn’t do it in the time frame.

Unfortunately Admiral Kazansky passed away and you all attended the funeral of the man who trusted you all with the difficult mission. You knew you would do anything to help Maverick now that his close friend and wingman had passed, he deserved it and Iceman trusted Maverick with this.

When Maverick was pulled off the mission, he came to you and asked for your help, you were the only one to get close enough to complete the mission on time with little to no issues. “I need your help, they could discharge you from the military though. I need them to see this can be done, not just with one person. I know you were being held back before when they were going too slow, so will you help me? Help me show your soulmates this can be done and they won’t be sent to their deaths?” he asked you. That struck and nerve and you agreed to help him however he needed. You would have helped him either way because of the respect you held for the late admiral.

That was why you were in the air with him when he preformed the miracle in two minutes and fifteen seconds, showing that it could be achieved. It wasn’t easy but you followed him as his wingwoman, both conversing back and forth. You knew your soulmates were listening in, they needed you to do this, they needed you to pass.

What you didn’t know was when you both preformed the impossible, your soulmates were terrified because they knew no matter what now, you would be on that mission. They had the time together but they had barely been with you for a few weeks. Natasha and Robert shared a look, it was in agreeance to make sure to spend every second they possibly could together, this solidified you would be going on that mission.

Once you got back, they made sure to take you out to a nice restaurant and you still only shared soft touches, not crossing that line yet because you still had so much to learn about each other that you didn’t want to rush anything. You didn’t bring up the reprimand Cyclone and Warlock gave you and Maverick, who quickly told them he ordered you, and Maverick was picked as mission leader.

When you all were being told who would be going on the mission, you looked at both of your soulmates after you were told all three of you were going on the mission. You were relieved that Maverick was going to be mission leader, you felt more comfortable with the older man leading you all.

You had a few minutes before you were all needed to leave and you went to them. “Hey” you said, looking at them with a small smile. “It’s all going to be okay, alright? We’re going to make it back in one piece” You said, almost like you were trying to convince yourself. You knew the risk as well as everyone else and knew how dangerous it was. “When we get back, you two owe me that date out dancing. You promised a fun night and you two got each other for so long that now we have to make up for loss time” you told them. They both grabbed your hands “Yep, we need to make it up to you. There are so many stories to tell still” Bob grinned. You kissed them both for the first time and grinned at the shocked look on their faces. “Incentive” you told them before being called to your jets.

You kept your mind focused when you were on the mission, you didn’t let yourself be distracted by worry for your soulmates, it was there but you knew the only way you could help them right now was by keeping your head in the game. You still felt relief when you kept passing each miracle, that they didn’t crash and that the target was blown up. You were relieved they made it over the steep fly of Coffin Corner without going into G-LOC.

When it came to the dogfight all that relief had disappeared, you were busy watching yours and everyone else's backs. You watched as a SAM went for Phoenix and Bob, before you could think, you went into protection mode and stopped it but got shot down by another. Your heart wrenched as everything flashed before your eyes. You saw yourself little, then your teens, and then meeting your two soulmates. You saw your stolen glances with them, the soft touches, and the conversations as you all got to know each other. You heard their screams as they yelled for you.

Your plane was crashing and had no hope of saving yourself beside ejecting. You did and crashed through trees as you came down. You looked up and saw another plane going down. “NO!” You yelled, running to the crash, you eventually found it and saw ‘Pete “Maverick“ Mitchell’ on it and guiltily felt relief that it wasn’t Bob and Natasha. You found your captain and helped him up quickly “We gotta go Mav, they’ll have people all over our asses in a minute.” you told him. Then an enemy helicopter came at you both, shooting and you both took off, neither of you managing to get hit. Just as the helicopter was starting to get closer, another plane came and shot it down but got shot down also.

Once again your chest grew tight but as you both ran through the woods, you found Rooster. You watched as Mav and he yelled back and forth, “As much as I would love to keep this going, we have to go!” you said and they nodded. You looked at Rooster, silently asking about your soulmates “They both were going back to the carrier, they wanted to come to but I told them not to” he said. You relaxed because you knew they were safe. You knew they were probably going crazy with worry but you were okay knowing that they were safe.

It wasn’t long before you all managed to get out on two F-14′s, Rooster going with Maverick. You had flown an F-14 a couple times before for top secret missions where they wanted you trained in possible aircraft's. You listened to Maverick give Rooster heart attacks, Maverick ordered you both to eject as neither of you could do anything but Rooster was stuck. “No Mav, I am not leaving my wingman!” You yelled when he tried to tell you to save yourself. When Jake came to save you all, you were relieved, and once on base you shook his hand. It didn’t take long for you to be in your soulmates arms, Natasha kissing you deeply and so long that you grew dizzy. Robert only gave you two seconds before doing the same and your legs grew weak. “Remind me to almost die a couple more times if I get kissed like that every time” you joked, a dazed look on your face, your eyes hidden by sunglasses. “No more almost dying. It’s time for us to take our soulmate on proper dates” Bob told you.

You just pulled them into a hug and relaxed as you all held each other, feeling the complete relief of having each other. There was a very bright future for you three and all you had to do was beat a couple miracles.

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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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