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[tsunagite]

So, funny story. I was scrolling through an artist’s twitter (the artist behind Ai-Chan and ultradiaxon-N3’s jacket), and had to do a double take when I saw a screenshot of a rhythm game score and went- “LAST TILE???? FROM JSAB???”

Anyways, check out ELLIA, it’s pretty neat. It’s a very recent rhythm game (released like a month ago?) so there isn’t much, but I think it’s cool :D

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[philistiniphagottini]

hiiiiiiiii!! I would like Dan Feng x reader x Dan Heng (canon universe) where they are in the bathtub n reader gets smushed between them. They swore they would just have a nice bath together but it turned into rough sex :3c thanku!! -🐉

Thank you for coming back and requesting dragon Anon, i enjoy seeing you in my inbox :D Okay, so I tried to put plot in this originally but my brain said "no plot. only smut." oh and btw, they both have two pps, so there is four pp in total. Is it realistic that you can handle all four? Fuck no but it was hot writing it. Now if you'll excuse me, i'm going to go pass the fuck out from the horny overload but i'll probs be back on my bullshit tomorrow. Enjoy~

cw. smut, penetrative sex, double penetration, threesome, bath sex, female reader, chubby female reader, minors DO NOT interact, 2.6k words

“Dan Feng, you promised.”

A shuddering breath breezed past your parted lips, goosebumps prickling along your searing flesh despite the warm waters of the bath lapping at your bare skin. Every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation as Dan Feng moved behind you, long wisps of his dark hair sweeping over your shoulders and tickling your skin as he trailed his fingertips along your sides. His long, black nails scratched along the curves of your sumptuous body as they disappeared under the shallow waters to curl around your plump hips. You squeaked loudly, your voice echoing around the tiled walls as water spilled over the lip of the tub from your abrupt movements. A warm chuckle stirred in the back of his throat as a long, serpentine tail coiled lazily around your thigh, the feathered tip swaying hypnotically above the surface of the water. A pleasant shiver rolled down your spine as he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, his hot breath puffing against the sensitive skin as he stared at the side of your face with lidded eyes. 

“Oh? And what did I promise, little dove?”

It was hard to think past the thick haze swirling in your mind, the steam permeating the bathroom curling in your lungs with each breath you took. You struggled to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth as Dan Heng pressed closer to you from the front, hunger stirring in the depths of his gorgeous eyes as his hands trailed along the plush insides of your thick thighs. You couldn’t escape them. You were all crammed into this tiny tub together, smothered between the scorching heat of two dragons and at the mercy of their undivided attention. It made warmth pool rapidly into the pit of your stomach, slick gathering along the seam of your cunt as Dan Heng pushed your legs wider and nestled comfortably between them. His tail swayed from side to side in excitement, beads of water dripping from his damp hair as the droplets trickled down your skin. Your breathing wavered, lungs pinching in your chest and eyelashes fluttering over your burning cheeks as your body sank further into the warm waters of the tub. Another amused chuckle stirred in the back of Dan Feng’s throat as he traced patterns into the plump skin of your soft stomach, pawing at your irresistible love handles until you squirmed with sordid bliss in his lap. 

“What’s wrong, little dove?” he cooed, sharp fangs grazing the shell of your ear as he spoke. “You seem to be speechless, all of the sudden. You were quite chatty just a moment prior. Hmm, I wonder why that is?”

His teasing words sank their teeth into your skin, gnawing at your senses and causing your blood to simmer in your veins. You sputtered, stumbling over your words as Dan Feng dragged the slick muscle of his tongue over your ear and enjoyed how you squirmed from his touch. His tail coiled tighter around your leg, ushering you closer as he pressed his chest into the warmth of your back. Another salacious moan bubbled up your throat as Dan Heng cupped your soft breasts into the warm palms of his hands, kneading at the pillowy softness as your eyes threatened to slip close. Your fat tits eagerly bounced into his firm touch, fingers pinching the pert, puffy tips of your nipples as a loud moan fell from your plump lips. 

“Stop teasing her” Dan Heng muttered under his breath, his bright gaze flickering over your shoulder to level a stare at the man behind you. “She’s referring to your promise about keeping this to strictly bathing, remember?”

Another hum rumbled in Dan Feng’s chest, the vibrations dancing along the notches of your spine as his fingers traced up your torso once more. A moan tickled your throat as Dan Feng’s fingers traced along the seam of your mouth, your lips parting and allowing him to push two digits inside with ease. You moaned around his fingers, eyes fluttering shut for a few, brief moments as the hot coil in your belly twisted tighter. 

“Oh, I remember” Dan Feng chimed. “Did you also not promise the same thing, Dan Heng?”

A soft hiss whistled through Dan Heng’s lips, the tips of his pointed ears flushing red as they twitched forward to the sound of your sweet moans. You drooled around Dan Feng’s fingers, hips canting forward as your pussy throbbed with want. The heat of the water was making you dizzy as your pulse pounded in your ears like the loud beat of a drum, heart fluttering wildly and ready to leap up into your throat like a startled rabbit at a moment’s notice. Your body was burning up from the inside under their caress and you were starting to lose track of whose hands were upon you. Another thoughtful noise fell from Dan Feng’s lips as his free hand crept between your parted thighs, playing with the chubby folds of your pussy as your arousal webbed between the tips of his fingers. You twisted in his grasp as another moan vibrated against his fingers, your tongue curling between the slender digits as you gently sucked on his skin. A smile curled his lips.

“Ahh, but who can resist such fine ambrosia?” he mused. “You’ll forgive us if we indulge, won’t you darling?”

You nodded along dumbly to his words, all coherent thoughts having drifted from you a while ago as you simply melted into the mind numbing bliss over their blistering touches that bestowed unparalleled bliss. Dan Feng pulled his fingers from your mouth with a loud pop, only for Dan Heng to immediately swoop in and claim the bruised skin in a searing kiss. You moaned as his forked tongue slipped into the hot cavern of your mouth, lapping at the saliva that pooled into your mouth like it was a sweet nectar. His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, both of his draconic cocks swollen with arousal and jumping eagerly between your plump thighs. Dan Heng moaned into the heat of your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his slender waist, water sloshing and spilling onto the bathroom floor as you yanked him closer and you were pleasantly squashed between your two lovers. You wanted your bodies pressed and tangled as you revelled in the confusion of it all. 

Dan Heng parted from your lips, a thin strand of saliva breaking from the kiss swollen skin as a sharp gasp tumbled from your mouth when Dan Feng swiped his thumb over the weeping hood of your clit. You could feel the wet slap of his cocks rubbing against the small dip of your back, causing more heat to flood into your core as your fraying nerves tingled with anticipation. Your back curved into a beautiful arch as Dan Feng sank two fingers into you, only for Dan Heng to eagerly stuff one of his own digits and join the fray. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as you threw your head back with a loud shriek, face buried into the crook of Dan Feng’s neck as you were stretched around their fingers. Your pussy fluttered as they fingered you open, enjoying the way your body swayed and twitched between them.

“Good girl” Dan Heng praised softly. “You’re doing so well.”

Dan Feng hummed in agreement, your pussy squeezing tighter and soused walls drooling over the press of their fingers as words of encouragement made you feel light headed. Dan Feng pressed his lips to your sweaty temple as he lined one of his cocks up to the tight, puckered hole of your arse. Your hips jolted forward as the tip pressed into the ring of muscles, only for Dan Feng to drag you back by the scruff of your backside and seat you back into his lap. His sharp tongue clicked behind his teeth, your ears burning with a furious itch as he continued to rut the fat head of his cock between the soft cleft of your arse cheeks. 

“Do not run” he whispered with a husky purr of your name. 

Your mind swirled as you tried to focus on the way Dan Heng was curling his finger inside of you, twisting the digit until he brushed up against the hot bundle of nerves that made stars waver in your vision. It was a pleasant distraction as Dan Feng pressed forward, sheathing his boiling cock into your arse and forcing the air from your lungs in only a few, brief seconds. You whined loudly, nails scratching along Dan Heng’s torso as your eyes threatened to slip into the back of your head. A hot grunt puffed against the nape of your neck as Dan Feng seated one of his cocks inside of you, nose pressed into your hair as he took a deep, shuddering breath.

“So tight” he growled, tail coiling tight in a possessive grip. 

His horns glowed softly with a faint light, the ethereal glow bathing your skin as the water surrounding you almost turned scalding from the heat emanating between the two dragons. You didn’t have much time to gather your bearings, heart still stammering to an unknown rhythm as they slipped their fingers from you; not giving you much time to mourn the loss before Dan Heng was pushing into you. You moaned and whined until your voice scratched in your throat, water rippling violently and soap suds clinging to your pruning skin as you were filled to the brim. At first it was one. Then there were two. Until finally, a third cock was stuffed into your fat cunt, splitting apart the creamy folds of your silky lips. You could scarcely breath as your chubby pussy struggled to swallow around them both, a wanton moan pushing past your spit soaked lips as your insides turned to mush around their thick shapes. Your eyes were just as dazed as your mind as you stared up at Dan Heng, steam curling around his lips in visible puffs as he tried to reign in his erratic breaths. He was struggling to keep himself controlled with the tight heat of your cunt hugged around both his engorged cocks. 

“Dan…” you croaked.

A constellation of tears clung to the edges of your lashes as Dan Heng started to move, bumping his hips into yours as he rutted his cocks deeper into your soused walls. Your nerves shocked you like a live wire as the bumps and ridges lining his cocks dragged against your plush insides, whines rolling unabashed from your tongue as the hot knot inside your stomach twisted tighter. Dan Feng’s hand found its way back between your parted thighs to play with the swollen pearl of your clit, pinching the tightly packed bundle of nerves between his fingers as you shuddered in ecstasy. His free hand rubbed at your swelling stomach, the tips of his fingers tracing over the bump where they were both intimately moving beneath your skin.

“Such a pretty little mate” he sighed with bliss. 

Your tongue felt like lead in your mouth and you couldn’t force a single word out no matter how hard you tried. It felt like you didn’t have control of your body anymore; your senses spiraling as all sentience seemed to suddenly dissipate. The intoxicating smell of sex curled deep in the pit of your lungs with each haggard breath, only to be punched straight out of you as Dan Heng thrust his hips forward and carved a path deeper into your slobbering cunt. You blindly reached behind you, tangling a hand in the silky tresses of Dan Feng’s hair and tugging at the roots as you felt him bump his cock a little deeper into your arse. Shared moans of passion were exchanged, more water out of the bathtub than in it as more perspiring drops spilled over the porcelain rim. Dan Heng’s knees ached and almost slipped on the bottom of the tub as he pitched forward, burying his face into the scorching valley of your supple tits as his hands squeezed your plump hips and yanked you closer. 

Pinpricks of blood bubbled to the surface of your skin as Dan Feng dug his sharp fangs into you, tongue chasing away the sting of his bite as your lips parted in a silent scream. You screwed your eyes shut against the onslaught of writhing rapture tickling the base of your skull, the pressure in your stomach ready to boil over and shatter something inside of you without remorse. You mewled as Dan Heng dragged his bruised lips across your skin, nipping and laving his tongue around your breasts and leaving behind a garden of bruising marks as the pace of his hips grew delirious. You could feel the thick heads of their cocks all fighting to press against the boiling hot nerves of your cervix, battling to see which one was going to have the honour of impregnating you first. You doubted either of them could get you pregnant but the frantic push of their hips were determined to convince you otherwise. A spine tingling shiver raced along your back as Dan Feng whispered honeyed words into your ear, making you tense up as the taut cord inside of you finally snapped. 

You screamed so loud it made your ears ring, the wet sound coming between your bodies joined in fervid rapture only drowned out by the utter filth spilling from your mouth as the coil shattered into a million tiny pieces. Your hot walls squeezed your dragons tight as they smothered their cocks in you, bullying the entrance to your womb and emptying your head of every thought. Your veins were seared with white hot relief, your clit kicking weakly against the press of Dan Feng’s fingers as crystalline tears of pleasure stained your flushed cheeks. Your eyes lulled into the back of your head as the rapture continued to overcook your nerves and you almost passed out when you felt Dan Heng’s cocks explode with his hot, viscous seed that drowned your walls with sticky relief. 

Dan Heng’s hot pants buzzed in your ears as you were filled to the brim, pearls of his cum dripping from your dripping pussy as Dan Feng succumbed to his pleasure only a moment later. You squirmed in his lap as both of your holes were drenched in creamy warmth, his thick seed gushing from your overly stuffed cunt as burning like wildfire. The tips of your fingers were numb as you tugged on Dan Feng’s hair one last time before your digits slipped through the silky tresses. You could feel their cocks throbbing for another release, your pussy trembling in the aftermath even as the last dregs of pleasure chewed through your overstimulated nerves. Your senses were slow to crawl back to you, skin clammy and sticky despite the puddle of water lapping at your skin. You were vaguely aware of Dan Heng’s strong hands on you, his touch like a soothing balm as he eased the tension from you and kept you tethered to this plane of existence. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. “How are you feeling?”

Your body tingled as you stirred, offering Dan Heng a giddy smile as you relaxed further into Dan Feng’s embrace. 

“Warm” you replied, voice scratching your throat and leaving behind an itch. “So very, very warm.”

Dan Feng chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your cheek as his arms coiled loosely around your plump waist. He hushed you when you twisted, so pleasantly helpless in his hold as his rough tongue lapped at the drying tears on your heated skin. 

“Such a good girl. Just relax now and let us pamper you.”  

[mjwhisperer]

𝚅𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕

2007

Los Angeles/Japan

Word Count: 9.1k

Tags: Fem!Reader, Mature era MJ, Late Night Conversation, Webcam/Video Chat Sex, Intimacy, Married Couple, Phone Sex, Large pp

It was late, the kind of night that settled deep in your bones, the air cool and still in early March. The house was blanketed in silence, the only sounds coming from the low hum of the air conditioning circulating through the vents, and the faint chime of your laptop powering up as you placed it on the bed. Your fingers were slightly shaky from exhaustion as you slipped out of your towel and into a smooth, purple satin nightgown, its fabric cool against your skin. You’d spent the whole day chasing after your two daughters—playing games, watching movies, even making a trip down to the local library. You remembered their excited squeals as they picked out books, eager for their father to quiz them later, a little competition they relished for the promise of toys or treats.

Michael had been gone for a few weeks now, whisked off to Japan for work. The house felt emptier without him, though he’d thought ahead, leaving gifts behind to ease the time apart. A brand-new laptop, gleaming on the bed, and a desktop in your office, all set up by his team. The laptop was for those precious nightly calls, a thread connecting you across the distance. He used it to check in on the girls, his voice filtering through the speakers as they giggled and updated him on their day. But tonight was for just the two of you.

Every other night, you’d Skype him before bed. Sometimes he’d stay on the line as you drifted off, the soft glow of his screen the last thing you’d see before sleep took over, and in the morning, you’d wake to a message, a “good morning” from halfway across the world.

You reached up, tugging the towel loose from your hair, letting the damp strands cascade down your back. You ran a hand through them absentmindedly, hoping they’d dry before you fell asleep. In the bathroom, you hung the towel on the railing, the cool tile beneath your feet grounding you. Suddenly, the sharp, familiar ring of an incoming call echoed from the bedroom. Heart racing slightly, you darted out of the bathroom, a smile already tugging at your lips as you tossed yourself onto the bed. Quickly adjusting yourself in front of the camera, you moved the mouse and clicked the green button.

The screen flickered to life, and there he was—Michael, your husband, looking effortlessly handsome, just as he always did. The soft glow of the hotel suite’s ambient lighting bathed his tanned skin, making it gleam in a way that made your breath catch. His white button-up was carelessly half undone, offering a teasing glimpse of his broad, familiar chest, muscles shifting slightly beneath the fabric. His eyes locked onto yours through the screen, and in that instant, the world outside the room felt distant. The unspoken intimacy between you pulled taut, like a thread drawn through space, bridging the miles that separated you.

“Hi, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a rich, low rumble that had always felt like a caress against your skin. Though softened by the miles between you, it still held that warmth, that velvety tone that made your heart ache with want.

You smiled softly, the weight of the day easing a little. “Hi, baby. I miss you,” you breathed, pulling the laptop closer, feeling its warmth on your legs as you nestled back against the pillows—his pillows, on his side of the bed. The scent of him lingered faintly, a subtle reminder of his presence even though he was half a world away.

He cleared his throat, a familiar gesture, the kind of small movement you’d cataloged over the years. “How was your day? How are my girls?” His voice was tinged with that quiet yearning, and though it was a simple question, it carried the weight of his absence.

You yawned, exhaustion creeping up on you but still softened by the sound of his voice. “It was good. The girls are great. We had some much-needed mother-daughter time,” you replied, a hint of a smile playing on your lips as you thought back on the day.

Michael chuckled softly, his laugh a low, rolling sound that always sent a shiver through you. He shrugged the shirt off entirely, revealing the sculpted lines of his body beneath, half-dressed but every bit the man who always held your gaze. “That’s good. What did you all do? I’d like to hear about it,” he said, standing and stepping out of view, leaving only the rumpled pillows in sight.

“Well,” you began, watching the empty space, “This morning, they begged me to make French toast. I warned them it wouldn’t be as good as yours, but they insisted. So, I gave in, and honestly, it was a disaster.”

From across the room, Michael’s laugh echoed back, warm and teasing. “I had a feeling,” he said, his voice drifting to you like a memory, one of those quiet moments shared in the kitchen, his hands guiding yours.

You laughed too, the memory making you feel closer. “After that, they helped me clean up, and we blasted some of your music. They wanted to do it your way.”

You absently twisted the hem of your nightgown, the silky fabric soft between your fingertips, a calming motion. Michael hummed in response, that deep, knowing sound, and you could picture his expression even without seeing his face.

He returned to the camera, picking up the laptop with a familiar ease. “You’re coming with me,” he said, his tone playful yet commanding in a way that always made you feel warm inside. You watched as he carried the laptop with him, the camera shaking slightly as he walked into the bathroom. He set it down on the counter, the lighting now bright, reflecting off the mirror as he turned toward it.

You gazed at him through the screen, watching as he began wiping the makeup from his face. There was something vulnerable, yet undeniably captivating about seeing him like this—just him, bare, the years of his beauty laid plain before you. The faint traces of pigment on his skin from his vitiligo, a contrast of dark and light that you had memorized, faded but still so distinctly him. He wiped away the eyeliner, his eyes catching yours in the mirror.

“What else did my beautiful girls get up to?” he asked, his voice softer now, as though you two were the only ones in the world.

You took a deep breath, trying to ground yourself as your mind wandered to other thoughts. “We played a few board games, some chess and checkers, before watching a movie together. Then, we headed down to the library—of course, they want you to quiz them when you get back. They saw a doll they really liked, and you know what that means.”

Michael chuckled, the sound like a soft rumble through the screen. “Which books did they pick out?”

You grinned, a knowing look in your eyes. “Take a guess.”

He paused, his gaze lowering toward the camera, that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. “Don’t tell me…” he drawled.

You tilted your head, teasingly. “Harry Potter, of course. They’re little nerds, just like their daddy.”

Michael rolled his eyes dramatically, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “They get it from their mother, and you know it. Don’t even start with me,” he teased as he wiped the last bit of eyeliner away.

Watching him like this—just Michael, stripped of the layers the world usually saw, his skin soft and bare beneath the hotel lighting—filled you with an aching warmth. The familiarity of him was both comforting and magnetic, the way his face softened without the lines of makeup, the way his presence filled the space even through the distance. For a moment, it felt as though there were no miles between you, just the two of you connected in the intimacy of the night, the quiet hum of his hotel suite and the steady rhythm of your breathing the only sounds.

He broke the silence, his voice low and tender. “What else?” he asked, leaning forward on the counter, his gaze locked on yours through the screen. His eyes, those deep, expressive eyes, pulled you in further, making the distance seem even smaller. “I want to hear everything,” he murmured, his tone laced with gentle insistence, the kind that always made you feel like you were the only person in the world he wanted to listen to.

A soft smile tugged at your lips, the gentleness of his voice wrapping around you like a blanket. “After we got home, we had dinner. The girls were quiet for the rest of the night, didn’t really bother me, except to say goodnight. So, I took a long, hot bubble bath, washed my hair, did a little cleaning… oh, and I rearranged your closet,” you said, your voice trailing off at the end as your fingers absently traced the edge of the laptop, your mind replaying the small moments of the evening.

Michael nodded, his eyes lingering on you, his gaze sharp but soft at the same time, drinking you in. “New nightgown?” he asked, his voice husky as his eyes trailed over the satin draping your body.

You nodded, the faintest flush creeping into your cheeks. “Yeah, got it the other day. Along with a few others—champagne, black, royal blue, pink, and of course… red,” you teased softly, knowing that last color always sparked something in him. “Your favorite.”

His lips parted slightly as his tongue swept across them, the small gesture making your stomach tighten. “It looks beautiful on you,” he said, voice thickening just a touch. “Never realized purple was your color.”

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eye. “Neither did I. Something new, I guess.”

For a moment, his eyes didn’t leave yours, a heat rising between the two of you as he stared at you with that familiar intensity, like he could reach through the screen and touch you. His gaze was heavy, full of something deeper, something simmering just beneath the surface.

“How are you?” you asked softly, breaking the tension just enough, your voice tender and full of care.

He cleared his throat, shifting slightly under your gaze. “I’m doing well… tired, but nothing I’m not used to,” he said, the exhaustion lining his voice in a way that tugged at your heart.

You sighed, a hint of worry slipping into your voice. “You shouldn’t have to be used to that, baby. Why didn’t you get some rest?”

His lips curved into a small, almost bashful smile. “Wanted to call my pretty girl before she went off to sleep. You know I can’t go without hearing your voice,” he said, straightening up, the affection in his voice unmistakable. There was something about the way he said it, the way his words held you, that made your heart race a little faster.

Your eyes, almost without thinking, traced the lines of his body. He was still half-dressed, the lower half of him clad in black slacks with delicate golden elephants embroidered all over them, an eccentric touch that was so distinctly Michael. But your gaze lingered on more than just the intricate details of his pants—your eyes caught on the subtle but unmistakable outline of his arousal pressing against the fabric, and heat flushed through your body. God, he could never stay down.

Michael noticed your wandering gaze, his eyebrow arching in that teasing, knowing way of his. “What are you looking at, doll?” he asked, reaching for a comb and dragging it through his silky, straightened hair with the slow, precise movements that were second nature to him.

You shook your head quickly, feeling the flush rise in your cheeks. “Nothing, baby. Just you, that’s all,” you lied, your voice a little breathless, trying to pull your mind away from the growing tension in your body.

But Michael wasn’t fooled. His eyes bore into you, and you could feel his attention sharpening, feel him leaning into the moment even from across the screen. “Tell me,” he insisted, his voice low and commanding, a tone you knew well—one that made you melt, one you could never quite resist.

You shook your head again, heat flooding your cheeks and a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “It’s nothing, Michael,” you said, but the lie was transparent, and you both knew it.

His gaze dropped for a brief moment, then returned to yours, and the silence stretched between you, heavy with the weight of unspoken desire. You knew he could tell. You knew he’d seen the way your eyes lingered on him, the way your breath caught just slightly when your gaze met his. And just as surely as you’d noticed him, you felt it in yourself too—the subtle quickening of your pulse, the way your body was beginning to respond, the slow rise of heat pooling low in your belly.

Even though the miles separated you, you felt the pull as if he were standing right in front of you, the connection between you undeniable, magnetic, intimate.

The screen’s glow softened his features, but there was nothing soft about the way Michael stared at you. His eyes held yours, dark and intense, and though the silence stretched, it was thick with everything unspoken. You shifted slightly under his gaze, the silk of your nightgown brushing your skin, making you even more aware of the heat pooling in your belly.

“Tell me,” he repeated, his voice lower, more insistent this time, that commanding edge unmistakable.

You bit your lip, hesitating. His stare was piercing, and even though you were miles apart, it felt like he was right there, hovering over you, demanding an answer. “Michael, it’s nothing,” you lied again, but the tension in your voice betrayed you, the way it came out in a soft, breathless rush.

He let out a soft, almost amused chuckle, shaking his head, his long fingers sliding through his hair as he set the comb down. “You’re terrible at lying, you know that, right?” His smile was small but knowing, like he could read every thought running through your mind.

You swallowed, feeling your face grow warm. “I’m not lying,” you whispered, though your voice was barely convincing even to yourself.

Michael’s gaze dropped lower, his eyes trailing down the screen, taking in the way the nightgown clung to your body, the way you fidgeted slightly under his attention. “Uh-huh,” he hummed, leaning back against the counter, his arms folding across his chest. “Then why are you staring at me like that, doll?”

Your breath caught in your throat. “I wasn’t—”

He raised an eyebrow, cutting you off. “Yes, you were.” His voice dipped lower, soft and velvety but with a hard edge. “You’re looking at me like you want something. And you’re not saying what.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the pull between you two becoming impossible to ignore. His voice, the way he was staring at you, made it hard to think straight. “I… wasn’t trying to,” you stammered, but your voice trailed off.

Michael’s lips curled into a sly smile. “You don’t have to try, baby,” he said, his voice now a murmur that sent shivers through you. “I can feel it from here.”

Your breath hitched, your body betraying you as you shifted again, the silk of the nightgown sliding against your skin, making you even more aware of your own growing arousal.

His gaze followed the movement, and he tilted his head slightly, his eyes darkening with intent. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?” he asked, his voice low and intimate, like he was pulling the confession out of you. “Tell me.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. “It’s just… you,” you admitted finally, the words slipping out, soft and barely audible.

Michael’s smile widened, something darker flashing in his eyes. “Just me?”

You nodded, unable to look away from him. “Yeah. Just… you.”

He leaned in closer to the camera, his face filling the screen, his eyes holding yours with a steady, burning intensity. “And what about me, doll? What is it you’re thinking?”

Your mouth went dry, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable as your body reacted to his words, his tone. You could feel the desire curling inside you, sharp and demanding, but you hesitated.

Michael’s gaze flickered downward, catching on the way your chest rose and fell, the way your body subtly shifted on the bed, and he let out a low, quiet breath. “You’re getting worked up, aren’t you?” he said, his voice like silk, sliding over you, pulling you in.

You didn’t answer, but your body spoke for you—the slight tremble in your hand, the way your thighs pressed together beneath the sheets. He could see it all, even from across the screen, and that knowledge made your heart race.

“Say it,” he demanded softly, his voice leaving no room for anything but the truth. “Tell me what you want.”

You bit your lip, your heart pounding as you held his gaze, the tension between you tightening like a coil. You could feel the heat rising inside you, your body screaming for him, even through the screen. “I want you,” you whispered, the confession slipping from your lips like a plea.

Michael’s eyes darkened further, a spark of satisfaction lighting in them as he straightened up, his chest rising and falling as if your words had sent a shiver through him too. “That’s better,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Your pulse quickened at his words, your body responding before your mind could catch up. The air between you two was charged, alive with tension that seemed to hum in your veins. Michael stood there, his fingers gripping the counter, the muscles in his forearms flexing slightly as he leaned closer, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your breath catch. The screen between you felt thin, like a veil you could almost tear through if you just reached out far enough.

“And what do you want me to do, doll?” His voice had roughened, deepened with desire. The question lingered in the air, pulling you in, tightening the pull between you.

Your lips parted, a shiver running through your body, your heart pounding in your chest as you barely whispered, “I want you to touch me.” The words slipped out almost involuntarily, soft but loaded with the weight of your need.

Michael’s lips curled into a slow, wicked smile that made your skin flush hot. He leaned back, letting his eyes sweep over you, devouring every inch even through the screen. “Then show me where you want me to touch you,” he said, the command in his voice unmistakable, the anticipation crackling between you.

Your lips trembled at his words, unsure yet utterly captivated by his intensity. “Right now?” you asked, your voice almost shaking with the sudden rush of heat.

He nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. “Right now,” he murmured, his voice velvet and steel. “Is the bedroom door locked?”

You glanced over at the door, your heart racing. “No,” you whispered.

“Go lock it for me,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Then take off that pretty nightgown. We don’t need it getting messy, do we?”

Your breath hitched, and you felt a spark of anticipation light deep inside you. You nodded, lifting the laptop carefully from your lap and setting it down on the bed. Your feet touched the cool hardwood floor, grounding you as you crossed the room, the click of the lock in the quiet room feeling like the beginning of something inevitable.

As you dimmed the lights, casting the room in a soft, intimate glow, you caught your reflection in the mirror—your flushed cheeks, the way your lips parted slightly in anticipation. Slowly, deliberately, you pulled the nightgown over your head, letting the satin slip down your body before laying it neatly on your side of the bed. You couldn’t help but glance back at the screen, feeling Michael’s eyes on you even from miles away.

When you crawled back onto the bed, bare now, the cool sheets beneath you a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from your body, you felt his gaze lock onto your form. His breath hitched softly through the speakers, his eyes darkening further as he leaned against the bathroom wall.

“Look at you,” Michael whispered, his voice low and reverent, laced with desire. “So sexy.”

You smiled, your heart pounding with the thrill of his words. “Thank you, baby,” you said softly, your voice trembling slightly.

Michael pushed off the wall, his body moving with the kind of grace that always left you breathless. He walked back to the counter, setting the laptop down and adjusting the angle so he could see you more clearly. “Lay back for me, pretty girl,” he murmured, his voice a gentle command that made your stomach twist with anticipation. “Let me see you.”

You did as he asked, leaning back against the pillows, your legs brushing together as you settled in. Your hand slid down your thighs instinctively, and your breath quickened as you felt the heat building between your legs. The distance between you seemed to evaporate, the connection between you two sharper, more tangible.

“God, I miss you,” Michael muttered, his eyes never leaving your body, his voice rough with longing. “Where would you want me to touch you right now, doll? Show Daddy where it aches.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the sound of his voice alone making your pulse race. You spread your legs slowly, your body trembling with a mix of nerves and need. “Right here,” you murmured in a sultry tone, your fingers trailing down between your thighs. The heat of your core radiated as your fingers slid through the slickness between your folds. “It aches right here.”

Michael’s eyes darkened, his gaze flickering away from the screen for just a moment before he walked out of view. You heard the soft click of the bathroom door closing and locking, the faint sound sending a thrill through you. When he returned, his eyes were sharper, more focused, and there was a tension in his body that made your breath quicken.

“Spread them for me, baby,” Michael murmured, his voice dropping an octave, rough and commanding. “Let me see that pretty clit.”

Your body obeyed before you could think, your legs parting wider as your fingers brushed over your sensitive spot, your body responding to his voice, his gaze, the heat of his desire wrapping around you like a vice. You could feel the intensity of the moment, the way your body yearned for his touch, even though it was miles away.

Your breath became shallow, your chest rising and falling quickly as you held his gaze through the screen. His eyes were locked on yours, dark and full of need, and the sound of his breathing, ragged and low, only fueled your own arousal. You could feel the slickness of your arousal as your fingers moved, and the heat in your body built with each passing second.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Just like that. Keep going, baby. Let me hear you.”

Your body trembled, every nerve alive and burning with a need only he could fulfill. The sound of Michael’s voice, the slow, deliberate way he spoke to you, made the space between you disappear, leaving only the raw intensity of the moment. His eyes, dark and full of desire, stayed fixed on you, watching the way your fingers moved inside yourself, the way your lips parted in soft moans that barely scratched the surface of the pleasure surging through your body.

“God, baby, you sound so pretty,” he murmured, his chest rising and falling as his breath grew heavier. His gaze flickered down to where your fingers disappeared inside you, your wetness glistening in the dim light, your body aching with a deep need for him. “Slide them deeper for me, baby. I want to watch you.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, you pushed your fingers deeper, your walls tightening around them as a breathless moan escaped your lips. The feeling of your slick heat enveloping your fingers sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, but it wasn’t enough—it could never be enough without him.

Michael groaned low in his throat, his hand already moving down, slipping beneath his waistband as he palmed his thick, aching length. “You’re making me so damn hard, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with need. His fingers wrapped tightly around his length, gripping it through the rough fabric of his slacks. His arousal was so evident, straining against the material, his body screaming for you as much as yours was for him.

“Michael…” Your voice trembled, barely a whisper, but he heard it. His eyes locked on yours, a smirk playing on his lips, knowing exactly how much you wanted him. “I need you…”

He licked his lips, standing up straighter, his movements slow and deliberate as he unbuckled his belt, the clinking sound sending shivers down your spine. The metal clinked again as he let it fall to the floor, your eyes never leaving the way his hands moved with such confidence, with such need. “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” he murmured, his voice a deep growl that made your whole body tighten with desire.

He slid his slacks down, stepping out of them with a grace that only he possessed. Now in just his white briefs, you could see the outline of him, thick and hard, the fabric struggling to contain him. His bulge pressed tightly against the soft cotton, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip, your fingers faltering for a second as you watched him.

“You want it, don’t you?” Michael asked, his voice teasing as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, slowly peeling them down. The way his body moved was mesmerizing, every muscle in his slender, toned frame seeming to ripple as he freed himself from the last piece of clothing.

You moaned softly at the sight of him, his length thick and perfect, adorned with the splotches of his vitiligo that made him so uniquely beautiful. His length was an exquisite mix of colors—deep brown, soft pink, and pale white—each mark telling a story, each part of him more beautiful than the last. The thick foreskin rolled back as he stroked himself, exposing the flushed pink tip, glistening with precum. Your core throbbed, your body craving the feeling of him filling you, stretching you, making you his.

“I want you so bad,” you whispered, your breath catching in your throat. “I miss you…”

Michael groaned at your words, his hand gripping his length tighter, his thumb smearing the bead of precum that had formed at the tip. “I miss you more, beautiful. So much…” His voice was low, gravelly, filled with the same longing that echoed in your chest. He spat into his palm, rubbing it over his length, each slow stroke making you ache even more. “You need me, don’t you?”

You whimpered, your hips bucking slightly as you pumped your fingers faster, but it still wasn’t enough. “I need you inside me, baby. Please…” The desperation in your voice was palpable, your body on the edge, ready to tip over into oblivion, but it was him you needed to send you there.

His eyes darkened, filled with lust and something deeper, something raw and primal. “I bet you do,” he murmured, his voice sending a fresh wave of arousal through you. “Your fingers don’t feel the same, do they? Not like me. You like when I stretch you, don’t you? When I fill you so deep, you can’t think of anything else.”

You moaned in response, your fingers moving faster now, matching the rhythm of his strokes. “Yes, baby,” you gasped. “I love it when you stretch me… when you fill me so tight.”

Michael’s voice was thick with need, every word dripping with desire as his hand slowed, gripping his thick length with the kind of patience that made your entire body throb. “God, I wish I was there,” he growled, his voice laced with frustration, the distance between you unbearable. “I need to feel how tight you are… how wet you are for me.” His breath hitched, and you could see the way his length twitched in his hand, the precum glistening at the tip as he twisted his wrist, his strokes slower but more deliberate now.

You watched, mesmerized by the sight of him, the way his large hand moved over his length. His muscles rippled with each slow, controlled motion, the sheer size of him making you ache in a way that made your core pulse even more. His words brought you back to reality, the intensity of his gaze locking you in.

“Match with me, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low groan that reverberated through your body. “I don’t want you to cum yet.”

Your body trembled as you nodded, slowing the movement of your fingers inside yourself, matching the rhythm of his strokes. Your fingers curled just right, brushing that spot deep inside that made your toes curl, but you fought to keep control, not wanting to disobey his command. The slickness of your arousal coated your fingers, and you couldn’t help but moan softly, the sound filling the quiet space around you.

Michael’s eyes darkened, his gaze intense as he watched you, his lips parting in a soft, shaky breath. “You like watching me, don’t you?” he asked, his voice laced with a teasing edge, but there was no doubt that he knew the effect he had on you.

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, and your mind wandered, flashing back to the countless nights you had found him like this—waiting for you, sprawled out on the bed after the kids were finally asleep, his body bare, his hand wrapped around his length just like it was now. He’d always be watching you, his eyes dark with lust, waiting for the moment when you’d walk over and take control, finishing what he started with your own hand. You could almost feel the weight of him in your grip, the warmth of his seed spilling onto your fingers as he let go, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Say it, baby,” Michael groaned, his voice pulling you back to the present. “I know you do. I know you wish you could touch me right now, but I promise you, when I get home, you’re all mine.”

The way he said it made your body tighten, a soft whimper escaping your lips as you slowed your fingers, your breath ragged. “Yes, Michael,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as the desire swelled inside you.

But Michael shook his head, a slow, teasing grin spreading across his face. “Wrong name, doll,” he said with a soft chuckle, his body twitching as his thumb grazed over the slick tip of his length. His voice dropped to a low, guttural growl as he added, “You know better than that.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your body trembling as you corrected yourself, “Yes, daddy…” you moaned, your voice a needy whimper that made his eyes flash with approval.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with praise as his hand moved faster now, pumping his length with slow, deliberate strokes that had you biting your lip in anticipation. “Spread those pretty legs for me. Let me see all of you.”

You obeyed instantly, spreading your legs wider, your skin flushed with arousal as you opened yourself completely for him, giving him the full view he craved. The way he looked at you, the hunger in his eyes as he took in every inch of your exposed body, made you feel powerful, like you were his whole world in that moment.

“Fuck…” Michael groaned deeply, his hand tightening around his length as his eyes roamed over your body. He watched the way your slickness glistened between your thighs, his thumb brushing over the head of his length, spreading the precum that dripped from his swollen tip. “I need you,” he growled, his voice rough with desperation. “I need to be inside you, right now.”

Your breath hitched, your fingers slipping deeper inside yourself as you watched him, your body trembling with the need to feel him, to be filled by him. “I need you too, baby,” you whispered, your voice a soft plea as your fingers moved faster, matching the rhythm of his strokes. “I want to feel you so bad…”

Michael’s eyes darkened, his body tensing as he imagined the feel of you wrapped around him, your tight, wet heat pulling him deeper, the way your body always responded so perfectly to his. “Soon, baby,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a growl. “When I get home… I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk the next day.”

The promise in his words made your body tremble, your breath coming faster as you felt the edge approaching, but you held back, waiting for him, needing to cum with him, needing to hear his voice as you came apart. “Please, baby,” you moaned, your fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot. “I’m so close…”

The tension between your bodies was electric, every word that spilled from Michael’s lips a molten thread that wrapped tighter around your senses, pulling you closer to the edge. His voice was a husky growl, rich and deep, each syllable dripping with lust. “Just a little longer, baby,” he rasped, his breath ragged, as if he could barely contain the heat rising inside him. “I want to hear more… God, you sound so wet for me. You’re driving me crazy.”

The sound of his voice sent a shiver straight through you, making your breath catch in your throat. You moaned softly, desperate and aching, as your fingers moved faster inside you, the slickness of your arousal coating them. Your hips lifted slightly off the bed, seeking more, needing more, as your body trembled with each slow, deliberate thrust of your fingers. Your other hand roamed up your chest, fingertips grazing your heated skin, until they found your breast, your fingers pinching the sensitive nipple, the sharp sensation shooting a fresh wave of pleasure straight to your core.

Michael’s gaze was locked onto you, burning, his dark eyes hooded with desire as they trailed over every inch of your body. It felt like his touch even though he was miles away—his hunger radiating through the screen, making your skin tingle with the intensity of it. The connection between you felt tangible, heavy, like you could reach through the distance and pull him to you. You watched the way his muscles flexed as he stroked himself, his large hand gripping his thick length, the sound of his slick, rhythmic strokes filling the space, deepening the desire in your belly.

His head fell back against the wall of the hotel bathroom, his body flushed with heat, his legs spread wide, hips rocking forward as he fucked his hand, his need palpable. His other hand gripped the counter for balance, his chest rising and falling heavily, droplets of sweat glistening on his skin. The raw masculinity of him like this—completely lost in the fantasy of you—made your insides quiver with longing. You wanted him there so badly, needed to feel him between your thighs, inside you, his body pressed against yours, hot and slick and hard.

“Fuck, baby,” Michael groaned, his voice deeper now, a low rumble that sent vibrations through your body. “You look so good… I wish I could touch you, feel you right now. I need to be inside you, baby. I need to feel how tight you are for me.”

Your body reacted instantly to his words, your pulse racing as a wave of pleasure washed over you. “Michael…” you whimpered, your voice trembling with need, your fingers pumping faster, hitting that spot deep inside that made your thighs quiver. You were so close, the heat between your legs nearly unbearable, your core tightening as you chased the release that hovered just out of reach. “I need you so much… I need you to fuck me.”

His eyes darkened at your words, his breath hitching as his hand moved faster along his shaft , his thick length glistening with precum. “You’re going to feel so good when I get home,” he groaned, his voice heavy, thick with promise.

The image of him sinking deep inside you, filling you completely, sent you spiraling closer to the edge. You moaned his name again, breathless, your body trembling with need, desperate for him, desperate to come undone for him. “Please… I need to cum, Michael,” you begged, your voice soft, filled with the weight of your desire. “I need you to make me cum.”

His jaw clenched, his eyes locked on you, the intensity of his gaze making you feel like he was right there with you, watching every little movement, every little sound you made. “Not yet, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “Hold on for me. I want to see you beg for it.”

A soft whimper escaped your lips, your body trembling as you held back, fighting the overwhelming urge to let go. “Please, baby… please,” you whispered, your voice shaky, desperate. “I need it… I need you so bad.”

Michael’s breath was a low, ragged hum, each inhale more strained than the last as he worked his hand over his thick, pulsing length, the pressure of his grip intensifying. His voice, rough and edged with desire, was laced with command as he whispered, “That’s it, baby… Cum for me. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

His words sent a jolt through your body, your moans growing louder, almost desperate, as your fingers moved faster, slipping and sliding through the slickness of your arousal, the wet sounds filling the room. Your fingers curled deeper, hitting just the right spot that made your thighs quiver and your breath catch in your throat. Your hips bucked uncontrollably, chasing the edge, your body on fire, every nerve tingling with anticipation. The sounds of his heavy breaths and deep groans reverberated through the speakers, blending with your own cries of pleasure, creating an intimate, carnal symphony between you.

Your eyes stayed fixed on Michael, the image of him—head thrown back against the wall, chest heaving, muscles taut with need—etched in your mind. His eyes were locked on the camera, watching you fall apart, feeding off every little moan that escaped your lips. His strokes were fast, hard, the veins on his thick shaft bulging under his tight grip. His toes curled against the cold tile floor as he pushed himself closer to his release.

“I’m so close, baby,” he growled, his voice strained as he watched your fingers pump inside you. His length twitched in his hand, his grip tightening, the muscles in his forearms flexing with every movement. He was on the brink, teetering dangerously close to the edge, his body begging for release.

With one last stroke of your fingers, your body shattered. A breathy moan ripped from your throat as you came, Michael’s name spilling from your lips like a prayer, your hips lifting off the bed as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Your core tightened around your fingers, your body trembling uncontrollably, the heat of your release coursing through every inch of you.

“Fuck…” Michael groaned deeply, his body jerking as his release hit him hard, his hand moving faster, the slick sounds of his strokes filling the room. He growled, low and primal, as thick ropes of his hot seed shot out, splattering onto the floor, dripping from his tip in long, sticky strands. His body trembled with the force of it, his breathing heavy and uneven, his chest rising and falling in rapid bursts.

You watched him through the haze of your own pleasure, your body still trembling, your fingers coated in your slick arousal as you came down from the high. Your moans lingered in the air, soft and breathless, as you laid back against the pillows, your legs weak and aching, your skin flushed and sensitive.

Michael leaned back against the wall, his hand still wrapped around his semi-hard length, now covered in his own release. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, sweat dripping down the side of his neck, tracing the curve of his collarbone. His gaze was half-lidded, his lips parted slightly as he stared at the ceiling, the remnants of pleasure still washing over him.

“I miss you,” he said, his voice still tinged with the rough edge of his desire, but now softer, more tender. It was a confession, raw and vulnerable.

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening with the same longing, your heart aching to have him there beside you. “I miss you more,” you whispered, your voice soft, almost pleading. “Come home soon, baby.”

He nodded, his eyes dropping back to the screen, the intensity in them replaced by something warmer, more affectionate. “I will,” he promised, his voice low but filled with certainty. “Go clean up, I’ll be right here.”

You slipped your fingers out of yourself, your body still sensitive, and slowly climbed off the bed, your legs trembling as you made your way to the bathroom. The light flickered on as you entered, the cool tile beneath your feet a sharp contrast to the warmth still pulsing through your body. You turned the faucet on and lathered your hands with soap, scrubbing away the slick remnants of your release, the water running warm over your skin.

Back in the hotel bathroom, Michael moved with slow, deliberate motions, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his release. He wiped away the thick seed that had spilled onto the floor, his hand pausing for a moment as his mind drifted back to you. Even after his orgasm, the need for you gnawed at him, a dull ache that refused to leave. His length, still semi-hard, swayed slightly as he moved, a testament to just how deeply you affected him, even from miles away. His hand could never quite compare to the way your body felt, the way your warmth clung to him, trembling under his touch, tightening around him in the way only you could.

You turned off the water, drying your hands slowly before flipping the bathroom light off. The cool hardwood floor felt sharp against your bare feet as you padded quietly back to the bed, your body still tingling from the intimacy shared moments before. You slipped on your nightgown, the fabric cool against your flushed skin, before easing back onto the bed. The room was quiet now, the only sound the soft rustle of the sheets as you settled in.

Reaching over to the nightstand, you grabbed the laptop, watching Michael as he finished cleaning himself up. He looked so at ease, the tension from earlier completely gone, his chest rising and falling steadily. It was just him—just Michael—and the sight of him like that, bare and relaxed, made your heart swell with warmth.

He caught you watching him, his lips curving into a soft, genuine smile that made your chest tighten. “Hi, pretty girl,” he murmured, his voice softer now, the rough edge of desire replaced by something more tender. He picked up the laptop and moved back to the bedroom, setting it down on the bed before easing onto it, his body still bare. His length, though beginning to soften, still hung heavy between his legs, the evidence of his earlier need for you lingering.

Michael leaned back against the pillows, running his fingers through his tousled hair, a deep breath escaping his lips as he settled in. “Still need some help?” you teased, your tone playful but your eyes lingering on him, drinking in the sight of his still-recovering body.

He glanced down at himself with a chuckle, scratching the back of his head. “It should go down soon, I think,” he said, his tone light but laced with the remnants of desire. Then, with a smirk, he added, “I wouldn’t have this problem if you had come with me.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Oh, I beg to differ, stallion. You’d still be like this, and we both know it.”

He let out a deep, rumbling laugh, the sound vibrating through the screen. “Maybe,” he admitted, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Then, his expression softened, his tone becoming more casual. “When are you going to sleep, baby?”

You shrugged, pulling the covers up around you as you settled in more comfortably. “Whenever sleep decides to creep up on me. What about you? Got anything later?”

Michael ran a slow hand over his bare chest, his fingers brushing across the ridges of muscle, his skin still warm from earlier. “Just a couple of meetings, nothing serious,” he said with a lazy grin, his eyes locking onto yours. The teasing glint in his gaze sent a familiar flutter through your stomach. “I’ll be free tonight.”

Your eyes twinkled with playful mischief as you leaned closer to the screen. “How free?” you asked, your voice low and suggestive, a hint of heat in your tone. “Because I was thinking… maybe we could do this again later.”

Michael chuckled softly, his smile deepening as he shook his head, wagging a finger at you. “Aht, aht. You know better than that. That’s my time with the girls,” he teased, though his voice was thick with affection. “You’ll have to be patient, baby. But don’t worry, it’ll be worth it when I get home.”

Your gaze flickered down to where his hand rested on his still slightly erect length, his attempts to cover himself proving futile. You could see the outline of him beneath the blanket, and it made you bite your lip, the thought of how he’d feel against you stirring that familiar ache deep inside. “Is that right?” you teased back, rolling your eyes playfully as you snuggled deeper into the covers, pulling them tighter around you. “Guess I’ll just have to wait then.”

Michael’s smile softened as he adjusted under the blanket, the movement revealing a glimpse of his lean stomach before he settled in more comfortably. His voice lowered, his tone taking on a more intimate quality. “I do miss you, though,” he admitted, the weight of his words hanging in the air between you. It wasn’t just about the physical—there was a depth in his confession that spoke of the quiet moments, the small touches, the way your presence filled the empty spaces in his life.

You felt your heart clench at the sincerity in his voice, the longing he never quite managed to hide. “I miss you more,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “But this… this isn’t as hard as when you were on tour for three years. That was unbearable.” You tried to smile, but the ache of those long months without him still haunted you sometimes.

Michael’s face twisted into a wry smile, half amusement, half regret. He rolled his eyes gently, trying to lighten the mood but knowing how deeply it affected you. “I know… but at least now, I’ve got more time for you and the girls. I always will. That’s never going to change.” His eyes softened as he stared at you through the screen, his expression filled with a kind of love that made the miles between you feel like nothing. “I promise, baby. Always.”

You both fell into a quiet, lingering moment, just staring at each other, soaking in the connection that remained even through the distance. The intimacy of it, the love, filled the space between you, making the world feel small and just for the two of you. You reached for his pillow beside you, hugging it close, the familiar scent of black orchid wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. It was his scent—strong, bold, and uniquely Michael.

“Tired?” he asked softly, watching you with a knowing look, one arm propped behind his head while the other lazily traced patterns over his chest.

You nodded, blinking slowly as exhaustion began to creep up on you. “A little… I shouldn’t have stayed up so late. The girls wanted to go to the park for a picnic, and you know how hard it is to say no to them,” you said with a soft smile, your heart warming at the thought of the little moments you cherished with your children.

Michael bit his lip, his dark eyes softening as he watched you through the screen. He could see the exhaustion settling into your features, but also the contentment that came with the simplicity of normal life—the life you created together, away from the madness of the outside world. He let out a slow breath, his voice dropping to that low, intimate tone that always seemed to wrap around you like a blanket. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourselves. You all deserve that… you deserve so much more,” he murmured, his words laced with a tenderness that only deepened the ache of his absence.

You smiled, though it was weighed down by tiredness, your eyes heavy but still holding that familiar warmth he knew so well. “They miss you,” you said softly, your voice catching just a little as you spoke. “I tell them all the time that you can’t do everything because you’re working… but they don’t really understand yet. And they asked…” You trailed off, your eyes flicking away from the screen for a moment.

Michael’s brow furrowed slightly, curiosity piqued by the hesitance in your voice. He leaned a little closer to the screen, his hand absentmindedly running through his tousled hair. “Asked about what, baby?” he pressed, his voice still gentle but edged with concern.

You took a deep breath, the weight of what you were about to say lingering between you like a tangible thing. When you finally spoke, it was in a soft, careful whisper, as though the word itself might stir something painful. “Neverland,” you said, letting it hang in the air between you, the significance of the place touching every corner of your relationship. You knew what it meant to him—how deeply it was tied to his dreams, and how much it hurt to let it go. “They’re curious, and I try to explain, but… you know how stubborn they can be. Stubborn like their daddy,” you added with a gentle smile, trying to lighten the mood, though the gravity of the conversation was impossible to ignore.

Michael’s face tightened for a moment, his expression darkening with the memories that the name evoked. He sighed deeply, the sound heavy and resigned as his fingers dragged through his hair. His shoulders sagged just a bit, the weight of it all seeming to press down on him as he thought about it. “We’ll find our home, baby. I promise,” he said, his voice steady but thick with determination. “Just tell them daddy’s working on it, alright? It won’t be long. We’ll have something just as special.” The conviction in his words was strong, but there was a flicker of old pain in his eyes, the kind you knew would always be there no matter how much time passed.

Your heart clenched at the sight of him, the vulnerability he rarely showed anyone but you. “Please come home soon,” you whispered, your voice almost breaking under the weight of how much you needed him. “I miss you so much, Michael. I hate it when you’re away… it feels like part of me is missing.”

His face softened at your words, and for a moment, the mask he wore for the world slipped, revealing the deep ache of longing mirrored in his eyes. “I’ll be home soon, baby. I promise.” His voice was thick with emotion, low and soothing, like he was trying to wrap you up in comfort even from a distance. “Don’t get too worked up, okay? I don’t want you stressing out. When I get back, I’ll take care of you, I swear.”

You nodded, unable to find the words as your throat tightened, the overwhelming need for him making it hard to speak. “Okay,” you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible.

He sighed again, the sound full of love and something deeper—an unspoken understanding that the distance between you was unbearable, but only temporary. “I love you, beautiful. Please get some rest for me, alright?” His tone was soft, coaxing, but there was a firmness to it too, the kind that made you want to do anything he asked just to ease the concern in his voice. “It’s only a few more days… and then I’ll be right there next to you.”

You nodded again, your voice catching in your throat as you whispered, “I will.”

Michael’s expression shifted into something warmer, more playful as he smiled at you, his lips curling into that familiar grin that always made your heart skip a beat. “I’ll call you before I head to sleep tonight. I love you.”

You smiled sleepily, your eyelids growing heavier by the second as you fought the pull of exhaustion. “I love you more, doodoo,” you murmured, the nickname slipping from your lips without thought, a habit from years of teasing.

He chuckled deeply, the sound rich and full, like velvet wrapping around you in the quiet of the night. “Goodnight, pretty,” he whispered, his voice a soothing caress just before the screen went dark, the call ending.

You sat there for a moment, staring at the blank screen, the silence of the room settling around you like a heavy cloak. Then, with a sigh, you closed the laptop and pulled his pillow closer to your chest, burying your face in the soft fabric. His scent—bold and rich with notes of black orchid—filled your senses, wrapping you in the comfort of his presence even though he wasn’t there. You snuggled deeper into the blankets, letting the warmth of his pillow soothe you as sleep finally began to claim you.

Soon, he’d be home. Soon, he’d be right there in your arms, where he belonged.

[noturlondonboy]

Up in the Night//Bishova sick fic

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Summary: Kate wakes up in the middle of the night with a fever.

Warnings: not proof read because my head hurts and I don’t care, established bishova, illness, vomit, general inckiness that comes with being sick, but also fluff so like, Kate being a big baby, I love her so much

A/N: I have Covid so I decided to project and write my girls having a hard time. i just wanted them to take care of each other. I hope you enjoy <3 also ps pretty please send me asks I am a tad bored (pps fabled smut shot and ask game prompts coming soon)

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When Yelena’s eyes crack open in the middle of the night, she’s unsure of what’s awoken her. She blinks sluggishly into the darkness of her bedroom, a groan escaping her mouth as she slowly stretches her arms out above her to relieve the tension in her elbows. The bones popping send a sharp click around the small space, and the noise triggers a shift of movement to her right.

Kate. That’s what woke her up. Yelena squints, her mouth pulled into a frown as she sits up, rubbing at her eyes. She can see the outline of Kate’s shoulders from where she sits on the edge of the bed, the dim light of her phone charger casting her skin in a pale glow.

“Katie?” Yelena mumbles, her tongue thick with sleep. “Are you okay? Why are you up?”

Kate doesn’t respond, only lets out a soft noise of distress. Her head is tipped down, and Yelena scoots closer, expecting to see tears on her girlfriend’s face when she rests a gentle hand on her shoulder and tilts her close. She finds no such thing- Kate’s eyes are glassy but dry, her lips pulled into a soft pout and eyebrows furrowed.

“Darling?”

Kate groans and looks to her, her shoulders curling in as one of her hands weakly presses to her stomach. “Don’ feel good,” the archer mumbles, her words slurred. Yelena frowns slightly and presses the back of her hand to Kate’s forehead. Her skin is warm, but it doesn’t burn. “T… tummy.”

“Your tummy hurts, baby?” Yelena echoes, her voice a gentle coo as she carefully pulls the covers off of her legs and gets out of bed, squatting in front of Kate. “Can you tell me what else hurts? Anything besides your stomach?”

“Throat. Head.”

Yelena nods, her fingers rubbing over Kate’s bad knee in slow, gentle motions. The raspiness in the brunette’s voice that she thought had been from sleep may be a sore throat. “Okay, honey. You’re feeling pretty shit right now, huh?”

Kate’s chin dips, her bottom lip trembling as tears gather in her eyes. Yelena murmurs softly to her and stands to kiss them away, and Kate leans into the touch, her body sagging. “Feel so crummy, Lena,” she whines, shoulders pitching.

“I know, detka, I know,” Yelena murmurs. She cups Kate’s face and cradles her cheeks close, stroking a hand through her hair. Even if her skin wasn’t warm enough for concern, the archer was still sweating, with dark strands sticking to her brow. “Oh, poor girl. Small fever, maybe, huh?”

Her girlfriend only whimpers, glassy eyes closing as she rests her head on Yelena’s sternum. Yelena wraps her arms loosely around Kate’s shoulders and rests her cheek on warm hair. “Got you, baby, it’s okay.”

Kate whimpers again, the sound weak and defeated. After a few moments, she suddenly pulls away, standing to her feet and starting to make her way to the door, body wobbling.

Yelena quickly grabs her hand to keep Kate steady, following along. “Where are we going, darling?”

“Toilet,” is all Kate slurs, her hand clutching tighter to her stomach now.

Yelena nods, understanding as she frowns softly. Kate all but collapses onto the cold tile floor when they reach the bathroom, her knees hitting sharply and making them both wince, but the archer is more concerned about getting the toilet seat up and hanging her head over the porcelain lip. She groans lowly, eyes fluttering before scrunching up, spit dripping from her lips as her mouth waters with nausea.

Gently pulling her hair from her face, Yelena coos softly, her hand running up and down Kate’s back once she’s managed to secure the dark waves into a low pony. Kate melts into the touch, the tension in her body loosening a bit.

“Dinner isn’t sitting very well, huh, baby?” Yelena says lowly, settling herself on the edge of the tub next to her girl. She keeps her hand on Kate’s back, frowning softly at the sweat soaking through the fabric of her sleep shirt.

Kate nods weakly in response, her face tightening again as she pitches forward and gags, only spitle coming from between her lips. She dry-heaves a few more times, her groans getting more and more frustrated until she’s crying, the sound keening and without rhythm.

Yelena just keeps rubbing her back, occasionally letting her fingers scratch the back of her neck while she coos and murmurs soft words to her. “I know, sweet girl, I got you. You’ll feel better in a second. It’s okay.”

Kate finally manages to empty her stomach after a few more sluggish, dizzy minutes, her sobs broken by choked gags as vomit and tears fill the toilet bowl under her. Yelena whispers to her encouragingly, routinely flushing the toilet until the water stays clear, and Kate leans back, her chin trembling.

“Think you’re done, baby?” Yelena asks, wiping her girlfriend’s mouth and nose with a square of toilet paper. Kate nods after a moment, a low whine in her throat, but she manages to stand when Yelena carefully helps her up. “Okay, myshka- let’s brush your teeth, get some water.”

Kate protests weakly for only a moment before she lets Yelena sit her down onto the closed toilet, the blonde gently holding her chin and popping her toothbrush into her mouth. She’s methodical and gentle as she carefully cleans the archer’s teeth, mindful of her tongue and cheeks. When she’s finished, Yelena helps Kate back to the sink, and once her mouth is rinsed out and no longer tastes like garbage, she sags into the blonde’s warmth.

Yelena holds her securely, slowly swaying back and forth as Kate clings to her. They stay that way until Yelena kisses the side of her head and her lips come back burning, and she pulls away a bit in order to press the back of her hand against Kate’s forehead.

“You’re burning up, darling,” she murmurs, pulling her hand away with a small hiss. Kate whines pitifully in response, her head dropping onto Yelena’s shoulder. Pesky fever, rising so fast. “Okay, sweetheart, it’s okay, you’re okay.” Yelena cards her fingers through Kate’s hair gently, thoughts swimming. “Let’s get you into a cold shower honey, then some medicine once your stomach has had enough time to settle, okay?”

Kate shakes her head in response to the shower, but the motion stops almost immediately when pain shoots through her nerves, and all she can manage to do is cling tighter to Yelena with a weak sob. The blonde coos to her softly, holding her close for another few minutes before the heat radiating off of Kate’s body becomes uncomfortable for both of them and therefore impossible to ignore.

“Come on, darling, I’ll get in with you,” Yelena murmurs, stripping her own clothes off before carefully helping Kate out of hers. The archer’s skin is red and clammy and hot to the touch, and she protests weakly when Yelena turns the water to cold, but ultimately, when her girlfriend slowly coaxes her in, they manage to end up under the shower head together.

Kate is shivering violently while clinging onto Yelena, her head leaned down to tuck into the blonde’s shoulder. The water isn’t freezing, just a bit below room temperature, really, but she hates it all the same. Normally Yelena would agree with her- pulling herself from her warm bed and ending up here was less than ideal, but she knew that Kate needed to cool down.

“I got you, honey, it’s okay,” she murmurs, stroking her fingers over the ridges of muscle and bone along Kate’s back. “I know it’s cold, you’re doing so good. It’s gonna feel better soon.”

Kate’s shivering dies down when the assassin turns the water a little warmer, but she doesn’t let them stay there for long, not wanting to give Kate’s fever an excuse to climb back up again. She’s quick to get Kate dried off and into clean clothes before following suit herself. When she checks Kate’s head again, she’s still warm, but not enough for Yelena to throw them back in the shower.

Kate’s feet are dragging when they finally leave the bathroom, and Yelena watches her sway haphazardly for only a second before maneuvering the archer into her arms. Had Kate just gone limp in her hold, they surely would have toppled over, but she shifts her weight forward into Yelena’s chest and wraps her arms around the blonde’s neck, pressing her warm nose into soft skin and letting out a keening whine.

“I know, detka, I know,” Yelena soothes, arms straining slightly as she walks them back to their bedroom. “I got you.”

She has to physically peel Kate away from her in order to get the woman comfortably into bed, but her whines and cries pull Yelena back quickly once she’s managed to grab the Tylenol from the cabinet.

“Shhh, Katie, I got you,” Yelena coos, brushing Kate’s damp hair from her eyes and propping her up on the million squishmallows on their bed. “Let’s get some Tylenol in there, okay?”

Kate gives a weak nod and whimpers again, but her mouth falls open for the pills and glass of water in Yelena’s hand. They go down without much fuss, but the archer winces at the swallowing motion, her eyes blinking sluggishly.

“There you go, good girl. So good.” Yelena sets the medicine bottle aside and cups Kate’s face, checking her forehead again. Still good. “Are you hungry, baby? Do you wanna try for some crackers?”

The brunette shakes her head and slumps back into the mass of pillows, feebly reaching out for her other half. Yelena climbs back into bed with her, cradling the archer to her chest and running her hands through her hair and over her warm face tenderly. Kate lets out a little sigh, melting into her cool touch. A small whimper sounds in her chest, but it dissipates quickly when Yelena holds her tighter, her arms pressed securely between their chests.

“I love you, baby, it’s okay,” Yelena murmurs to her, humming low in her chest. Kate nuzzles closer to the sound, her warm nose pressed against the blonde’s sternum. She shifts around for several minutes, tossing and turning in an attempt to get comfortable, and after a few long moments of soft whining and labored breaths, Kate finally relaxes completely, her chest rising and falling in a steady beat.

Yelena watches her for a few seconds before allowing her own tired eyes to close, her lips pressed firmly to Kate’s head and arms wrapped securely around her middle.

Hopefully her girl would feel better in the morning.

[pokemon-dungeon-masters]

Charsheet Sunday 12

Going through the updated charsheet, plus some of the newer features. Unrelated question of the day:

Character Sheet details below. Today, we'll be going over the travel/action points and tile movement system.

Say hello to Heathcliff the Gyarados - a young man looking to make a name for himself in order to impress his beloved.

The Character Creation sheet allows the player to fill in most of the relevant details about their character during character generation, such as their name, pokemon species, ability, and moves. Any aspects that get modified during actual play, including move PP, current HP, and status effects, are given a thick black border in order to minimize confusion; the rest of the sheet is protected by a very secure password that totally isn't at the top of the screen to make sure players don't accidentally override important information.

Now, for the travel explanation.

Each turn is split into a Travel Phase and an Action Phase. The Travel Phase always occurs first; characters can spend Travel Points to travel up to 2 tiles per point. During the Action Phase, characters can spend Action Points to use Moves, RP Actions, or even travel - again, up to 2 tiles per point. By default, all characters gain 1 Travel Point and 1 Action Point on each of their turns.

Certain tiles have special effects. Terrain tiles such as Water and Magma are hazardous, damaging pokemon that don't match their typing - water for Water, fire for Magma, etc. Pokemon that Swim through a tile type will not be damaged, and can retrieve items submerged within. Pokemon can also Walk and Wade through such tiles; characters that Walk will not be harmed by such surfaces, but cannot reach items submerged within. Characters that Wade can swim only for a limited number of turns (up to 1 + their Vit modifier), after which they begin taking damage.

Pokemon that Float will avoid the effects of terrain that they can travel over, while pokemon that Fly can also cross terrain even if their typing wouldn't normally allow for it.

Barrier tiles, on the other hand, will entirely prevent movement for pokemon that don't match their typing, acting as walls instead.

So Heathcliff here can swim through Water and fly over Magma (if he doesn't mind cooking), but the electrical power of Static Fog won't let him through at all.

A character's movement types, including what tiles they can pass through and whether they swim/walk/wade, are determined by their pokemon species and typing. For instance, an Electric/Ghost Rotom will be able to float through Static Fog and Dark Fog, while the Electric/Fire Rotom-Heat will only be able to float over Static Fog and Magma.

To the right of all of that is a dedicated space for the various effects that can affect a Pokemon, as well as their duration. This helps keep track of stat changes as well as other effects such as Leech Seed, Disable, and more.

As "my son who has every disease" can attest, Pokemon has a lot of those effects.

[pilalaguna]

Don Felizardo de Rivera, Founder of Pila

Don Felizardo de Rivera y Evangelista (1755-1810) was the eldest of the three Rivera brothers, Don Felizardo, Don Miguel and Don Rafael. They were the owners of the estate Hacienda de Sta. Clara. They were the sons of Don Juan de Rivera, who had inherited the estate from the Spanish noble family, the Thenorios, and passed it on to his sons.

In the 18th century, due to flooding from its original location near the Laguna de Bay, the original town of Pila and its Church needed to be located to higher ground. So the Riveras planned to move it, just like their ancestor the Datu of Pila, Datu Maguinto, did in the 13th century.

However, a long, heated and controversial dispute rose between two prominent families at the time: The Riveras and the Relovas ("Pros" and "Antis". Don Regino Relova y San Antonio wanted the relocation on his land. Don Felizardo Rivera insisted that the town and church be moved to his hacienda in Sta. Clara.

Don Felizardo won after a long battle (starting October 14, 1794 and ending on July 13, 1803) after made an agreement with the parish priest: If the church was relocated to his estate, he pledged "the spiritual and material support of the Riveras to the church of St. Anthony in perpetuum up to the last of their line." The parish priest agreed.

Don Felizardo donated his lands to the church and to the municipal government but he also retained ownership of the lots surrounding what was to be the town plaza. He became the architect of the town's design, following Spanish colonial layout. He even built a kiln for manufacturing bricks and tiles for rebuilding the church, which was "transferred stone by stone" from its old location. The the ancestral houses were built around the plaza and the town municipio (municipal hall) was built opposite the church. With the assistance of the prominent families of Oca, Ruiz, and de Castro, he rebuilt the town of Pila ("Nuevo Pila") as it is to this day.

Don Felizardo served as gobernadorcillo in 1805, 1807, and 1809. He died on October 13, 1810 at the age of 55. He asked that "he be robed in the Franciscan habit upon his death and that a funeral mass be celebrated with him facing the altar of the newly-built church prior to his burial in the church crypt." His will (currently in the possession of the Rivera Family) was notarized by the town mayor at the time. At the time of his death, both pros and antis came to pay their respects and drop the long feud (the families later intermarried.) Don Felizardo's son Jose de Rivera later took over the gobernadorcillo post in 1811.

Don Felizardo de Rivera is the recognized founder of (Nuevo Pila) present-day Pila, Laguna, and the ancestor of the four main prominent families in Pila: Rivera, Relova, Agra and Alava.

WHEN A TOWN HAS TO MOVE: HOW PILA (LAGUNA) TRANSFERRED TO ITS PRESENT SITE (1794-1811) Luciano P.R. Santiago Philippine Quarterly of Culture and Society, Vol. 11, No. 2/3 (June/September 1983), pp. 93-106 (14 pages) https://www.jstor.org/stable/29791789

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During the 16th and 17th centuries, one of the earliest known leaders of Pila under Spanish Colonial Period was Don Antonio Maglilo (1696-1712), who governed Pila like his father Don Francisco Maglilo (1599), (Santiago, Ancient Pila, pg 11), the descendant of datu Maguinto.

In 1728, Don Maglilo’s descendant, Don Juan de Rivera, the founder of one of Pila’s most prominent families, the Rivera clan, became mayor of Pila. The Rivera’s were a “major branch of the Maglilo(s)” and changed their surname to “Rivera”, the “Taga-ilog”, or “People of the River”. (Santiago, Ancient Pila, pg 17).

Don Juan de Rivera married Doña Josepha Thenorio, who descended from Spanish nobility from Extremadura, Spain. The Thenorio family matriarch was Doña Maria Cortés de Monroy, the sister of Spanish Conquistador Hernán Cortés (1485-1547). (Santiago, Ancient Pila, pg 16). (Writer’s Note: Cortes had relations and a child with the Aztec princess Doña Isabel Moctezuma (born Tecuichpoch Ixcaxochitzin; 1509/1510 – 1550/1551), a daughter of the Aztec ruler Moctezuma II, and Cortes’s sister Doña Maria’s descendants married the descendants of a Philippine Pre-Hispanic king.)

Don Juan's descendant, Don Felizardo de Rivera (1755-1810), was at first a town executive from 1792 to 1793. He was governor of Pila in 1792. During the town move, he had drawn up grid plans (Cuadricula) in 1790 for the new site (where Pila was to be moved) based on the classical Spanish system of 'church-plaza-town hall complex' as originally prescribed by the 'Laws of the Indies (1573)' (laws issued by the Spanish Crown for town planning). He had become a self-taught architect. When the transfer was officially sanctioned (approved), he implemented his plans by serving as gobernadorcillo (governor) in 1805, 1807, and 1809 (he died in 1810). Because of his orderly design (of the town), Don Felizardo is considered the founder of 'Nuevo Pila (New Pila).' Don Felizardo retained all the residential lots around the rectangular plaza between the church and the town hall for the ancestral houses. The principal street is christened 'Rivera', which connects (the town) 'like a long umbilical cord' (back to) Pagalangan. (Santiago, Ancient Pila, pg 25). All the lots around the town plaza were given by Don Felizardo to his heirs, and the ancestral houses now stand on those lots.

Pila was moved again due to flooding from the lake, to Don Felizardo’s Hacienda in Santa Clara, Laguna. (Santiago, The Roots of Pila, Laguna, pgs 9, 10). On May 20, 1804, Pila Church was also moved to land at the hacienda. (Santiago, The Roots of Pila, Laguna, pgs 10, 11, 13) Today, the 200-plus year-old church is now called the San Antonio de Padua church, which was declared the National Shrine of San Antonio de Padua, contains a relic of the saint and is one of the oldest churches in the Philippines. The ruins of the original church are still standing at Pagalangan and have a historical marker as the site of the original church of Pila.

Don Felizardo is considered the founder of the present-day town of "Nueva Pila" ("New Pila") and the town’s designer and architect in the Spanish colonial grid style of city planning. (Santiago, The Roots of Pila, Laguna, pg 12). The Pila Municipal Hall was later built in June 1931, across from the Church, on land previously owned by Doña Corazon Rivera de Del Mundo, daughter of Don Luis Rivera. (Santiago, The Roots of Pila, Laguna, pg 20).

In his 1810 Last Will and Testament, Don Felizardo identifies himself as “Taong Tunai at Maguinoo” (a true maginoo). The document is with the Rivera family of Pila, Laguna.

[cooper-magnolia]

[A nightmare! Warning for themes of death, murder, self blame, being trapped, running away, abuse, fear of being hated by your friends. A figure is bleeding out on a clean tile floor. As Cooper gets closer, he noticed it's a close friend of his. He's been sliced right down the middle. Tears fall from his eyes and he tries to cry out for help but it comes out as nothing more than a strained whisper. He kneels down, panicking, and tries to use the only move he knows. Aromatherapy. But he's out of PP. He rustles through his bag, but his emergency supplies are gone. He looks around the empty space, feeling helpless. But all he sees is the figure of a man carrying a katana walking away in the distance. He gets up, attempting to scream out at him, still unable to make any sound above a hoarse whisper. He starts to run after him, to confront this strange man, but it's like trying to run in molasses. He trips and falls through the ground, and on the other side he sees his boyfriend, sitting on the ground clutching at his eye, blood and tears streaming down his face. He tries to help him, but his boyfriend yells at him to go, saying he's already hurt him enough. Confused, Cooper looks down at it's hands.

They're soaked in blood.

He shuts his eyes tight, sobbing. When he opens them, he's fourteen again, staring his mother down while she shouts and screams at him. About how she's given him so much and he's given her so little and yet he's so ungreatful. He runs to the front door, his sisters in tow, before he smacks face first into a clear wall. He's trapped in a glass box. Everything around him starts to dissolve, until he's floating in empty space in this box, sobbing and banging on the glass.

And images of his friends start to form. And in voices louder than their own they tell him how much they hate him. How awful of a person he is, and how all the bad things that have been happening are his fault and his fault alone. He should have done more. He should have been better. Why couldn't he just fix things. The images start to melt, screaming in agony asking for Cooper to help them. But he's trapped in the box. When the last image is gone, a new landscape starts to form around him. The distortion world. His breathing quickens, his ears pointed downwards and his tail between his legs, a look of absolute terror on his face as he huddles into the corner of the box, trying to calm his breathing. A figure approaches him. Their face seems to change, shifting to look like different people he's close to. It speaks to him.

"You are going to spend the rest of your time in here. You deserve it. We thought you would help us, but you failed us. You could have been good enough, you could have avoided so much damage. But you didn't care. You deserve to rot."

The nightmare continues for a few moments of sobbing, before Cooper sits straight up in bed, breathing heavily and feeling like he's going to be sick.

A voice can be heard from the other side of the room.

"Hey, are you ok?"

End post.]

[eldritch-omen]

I feel like I should make more characters in my main pkmn gijinka/PMD fuckin thing idek universe that survived the universe where bittercold won (i only have 5 rn, only one of which isn't legendary)

But also they're supposed to be rare

But also ice typeswaps.... Grrrrrrrr

Anyways every single one of them has a modified version (to make them actual moves and not just. 💥unused 1, 2, and 3) of one of bittercold's moves aside from the terapagos and I'm gonna share them bc i just think they're neat and maybe other people can also use them who knows

All moves

•are classified as physical/special by highest stat

•Does not make contact

•Affected by Protect

•Not Affected by Snatch

•Not affected by Magic Coat

•Not affected by Mirror Move

•Not affected by Counter/Mirror Coat

•Can not be Sketched or Transformed onto another pokemon

Snow illusion (💥Unused 1)

Type- Ice

Base power- 60

Accuracy- 95

Damages one enemy adjacent to the pokemon (one enemy within 2 tile radius of the pokemon) with a 100% chance to cause confusion and a 50% chance to cause burn, frostbite, frozen, or paralysis.

Oppressing winds (💥 Unused 2)

Type- Ice

Base power- 50

Accuracy-100

Attacks all enemies adjacent to the pokemon (all enemies within a 2 tile radius of the pokemon) and lowers their attack and special attack by one stage

Glacial drain (💥Unused 3)

Type- Ice

Base power- 70

Accuracy- 95

Damages all opponents on the field (in the room) and reduces the PP of all the moves of the pokemon hit by 3 each

Ye. Wanted the moves to feel stronger than your average strong move since they're imitating a boss but like up to current power creep standard ykyk

Also I made glacial drain and oppressing winds aoe just bc it felt right for my chars, feel free to disregard (and make drain's accuracy 100 prob) if desired. Since bitter's Bulbapedia page just gets moves from that one on one boss fight it obv wouldn't have aoes listed lol

[ompackstrap]

What is strapping material and types of strapping material?

Strapping is securing and bundling packages and loads for storage and shipment. Different types of strapping materials are used to secure these cartons and other items. Various types of strapping materials are available in the market for different strapping and packaging needs. The strapping materials are made using different polymers, steel, and composite materials according to the need and demand. One should connect with the PET or PP Strap manufacturers in India according to their needs.

You will find strapping materials of various lengths, widths, and thicknesses to cater to different applications. The flexibility and tensile strength of the strapping materials also vary. All these qualities of strapping materials help in securely bundling several types of loads. Before buying the strapping materials from PP or PET Strap manufacturers in India, ask them about these qualities. Some of the most common applications of strapping materials are securing building or construction materials, securing products during shipping and transportation, securing finished goods for storage and supply, securing items at warehouses, and a few others.

Now that you know what strapping materials are and where they can be used, let’s know their types. After knowing the types of strapping material, you can choose the right strapping material for several applications. It will help you know which strapping material is used for which purpose, so let’s discover them.

Types of Strapping Materials

This blog shares the most common types of strapping materials used for multiple applications. They are:

Polypropylene Strap or PP Strap

Polyester Strap or PET Strap

Steel Strap

These three strapping materials are available with most PP strap manufacturers in India.

Polypropylene Strapping (PP Strap)

PP Strap is one of the most widely used straps for various applications. For applications that require light or medium strapping strength, polypropylene strapping is best for them. It is available in varied thicknesses, tensile strengths, widths, and colours. PP Straps are light in weight, making them suitable for bundling and sealing loads that are light in weight. They have several properties, like corrosion resistance, no deformation, and breaking strength. These qualities of PP Straps make them the perfect strapping material for holding products and items for a long time. Polypropylene Strapping material is mainly used in several applications like postal service, bailing hay, flooring, millwork, merchandise foods, and packing of frozen foods & meats.

Polyester Strapping (PET Strap)

PET Strap is the most common and highly durable strapping material among the multiple strapping materials. It is considered the best alternative to steel strapping because it is one of the strongest strapping materials with high tension. It is used to handle medium or heavy loads due to its several properties. It comes with several properties, like being resistant to UV rays, resistant to shocks, resistant to high temperatures, lightweight, and excellent stretch recovery.

Most PET straps are available in green colour as they are made using plastic bottles. But they are available in other colours too. You can ask the PET Strap manufacturers in India if they offer customized straps or not to get the desired colour. Most often, the PET straps are made using recycled materials only. Industries also use Polyester strapping because of their impact absorbing quality during the shipment. Some uses of polyester strapping material are in stabilizing heavy loads, palletizing heavy loads, and handling metals, bricks, tiles, pallets of bottles, and cans.

Steel Strap

It is one of those strapping materials used for a long time. We currently have several alternatives to steel strapping available in the market. Steel straps are mainly used for heavy loads or loads that require less stretching but high strength. Due to the zero stretchability, steel straps offer high tension, which is suitable for heavy materials. Like the above two strapping materials, steel straps are also available in different sizes, thicknesses, and widths. They come with different finishes like zinc-coated, glued, galvanized, and painted. Steel strapping is mainly used for several heavy-duty applications, like bundling metals, construction materials, securing metal containers, steel coins, railroad shipping, and packaging other heavy industrial equipment.

All these three strapping materials are widely used for packaging or bundling loads and items. If you need any of these strapping materials, go for OM Pack Strap. Being one of the best PET strap manufacturers in India, they offer heavy-duty, reliable pack straps at reasonable prices for several applications.

[earaercircular]

In Saint-Léon close to Bordeaux is located a “laboratory” that gives new life to plastic waste

At the crossroads of contemporary design and the circular economy, the Plastiquerie manufactures sustainable furniture from recycled plastic.

So what do the big yellow and blue bags from Ikea or the construction helmets from the manufacturer Vinci have in common? They are made of a plastic material that can be recycled to make new objects. “Recycled plastic is a material with endless possibilities that I want to make known to designers. It’s a bit like the marble of the Anthropocene”, explains Julie Robert, co-founder of La Plastiquerie [1] based in Saint-Léon[2], about thirty kilometres south-east of Bordeaux.

Shelves, furniture or floor tiles

Since 2021, the independent artistic director has been passionate about this raw material, she has learned the properties of in order to manufacture designer objects and furniture. The association recovers plastic waste in polypropylene (PP)[3], polyethylene (PE)[4] or polystyrene (PS)[5]  to give them a second life. “PET[6] waste such as plastic bottles already benefit from recycling solutions. I focus on families of plastics that are still poorly revalued”, she specifies. Protective films, water tubes from construction sites or industry off-cuts from yoghurt pots are thus treated in a 100 m² workshop housed in the premises of the Syndicate of the Entre-deux-Mers-West-region for the Collection and Treatment of Household Waste[7].

There, under a sheet metal shed, a shredder and a hot press transform the collected waste into confetti and then into large recycled plastic plates that will be used to make shelves, furniture or floor tiles. “La Plastiquerie is a laboratory where we develop prototypes of objects resulting from the recovery of plastic. From cans and flowerpots, for example, I imagined a wall light that saves 980 grams of plastic from landfill and incineration,” explains the entrepreneur.

"Companies want to recycle their own waste"

Although the Plastiquerie was co-founded with another woman, Amandine Boutang, Julie Robert now works alone, sometimes helped by an intern and supported by a board of directors, on her experiments with furniture designed in recycled and recyclable plastic. She is thinking about a waste sorting cabinet for the canteen of the Suez[8]  headquarters in Occitanie-Nouvelle Aquitaine[9]. For the Bordeaux start-up Arits[10], she is working on the design of a lamp. A bank has also just approached her for an interior design project…

"Companies come naturally to the association because they want to recover their own waste or participate in the circular economy", rejoices the forty-year-old who wants to sharpen her expertise on recycled plastic to convince designers to adopt it. Two years after the launch of her project, Julie Robert draws a positive balance sheet: “I discovered the world of the circular economy where the actors are positive, imaginative people, full of energy and solutions. A world in which a great breath of optimism is sweeping in which I find myself.”

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[1] Plastic is far from fantastic when it comes to recycling. At La Plastiquerie, we collect non-recycled deposits to revalorize them and produce small and medium design series. Its objective: to transform plastic waste into highly desirable objects and furniture! http://www.laplastiquerie.com

[2] Saint-Léon is a commune in the French department of Gironde (Nouvelle-Aquitaine region) and has 242 inhabitants (1999). The place is part of the arrondissement of Bordeaux.

[3] Polypropylene is the second-most widely produced commodity plastic (after polyethylene). In 2019, the global market for polypropylene was worth $126.03 billion.

[4] Polyethylene (generic acronym PE), or polyethene, refers to ethylene polymers. Simple and inexpensive to manufacture, PEs are the most common plastic material, representing with 100 million tonnes, approximately one third of all plastics produced in 20186 and half of packaging.

[5] Polystyrene (PS) is a synthetic polymer made from monomers of the aromatic hydrocarbon styrene. Polystyrene can be solid or foamed. General-purpose polystyrene is clear, hard, and brittle. It is an inexpensive resin per unit weight. It is a poor barrier to oxygen and water vapour and has a relatively low melting point.[6] Polystyrene is one of the most widely used plastics, the scale of its production being several million tonnes per year.[7] Polystyrene can be naturally transparent, but can be coloured with colorants. Uses include protective packaging (such as packing peanuts and in the jewel cases used for storage of optical discs such as CDs and occasionally DVDs), containers, lids, bottles, trays, tumblers, disposable cutlery,[6] in the making of models, and as an alternative material for phonograph records.

[6] Polyethylene terephthalate (or poly(ethylene terephthalate), PET, PETE, or the obsolete PETP or PET-P), is the most common thermoplastic polymer resin of the polyester family and is used in fibres for clothing, containers for liquids and foods, and thermoforming for manufacturing, and in combination with glass fibre for engineering resins.

[7] The Syndicat de l'Entre-deux-Mers-Ouest pour la Collecte et le Traitement des Ordures Ménagères (S.E.M.O.C.T.O.M.) (Syndicate of the Entre-deux-Mers-West-region for the Collection and Treatment of Household Waste was created by prefectural decree of January 28, 1980. It is a closed mixed syndicate governed by the General Code of Territorial Communities and therefore a public service. Bordered to the north and south by two rivers (the Garonne and the Dordogne) which gave the name to the territory of "Entre-deux-Mers", it is located to the south-east of the Urban Community of Bordeaux and is covers an area of 666 km². It partially or totally brings together 7 communities of municipalities as well as part of the Libournais urban community (CALI). It brings together 85 municipalities and more than 110,000 inhabitants. https://www.semoctom.com/web/fr/11-semoctom.php#:~:text=Le%20Syndicat%20de%20l%27Entre,et%20donc%20un%20service%20public.

[8] Suez a Belgian-French company known as GDF SUEZ after 2008. The company was split up, and as of 2008, the 1858-created company's spun-off environmental business continued as a separate company under the Suez name.

[9] https://www.suez.fr/fr-fr/nous-connaitre/notre-presence-en-france/occitanie

[10]The Bordeaux-based startup Arits, which manufactures sun, has imagined a brilliant lamp, which illuminates interiors with an unprecedented technology. The company aims to reproduce the entire cycle of the sun at home. From sunrise to sunset, passing through the Zenith or the Golden Hour..https://arits.fr/

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Sport Court Design: Tips for Designing an Excellent Outdoor Court

Introduction

Outdoor sports courts play a vital role in encouraging physical activity, providing a place for both casual and competitive play. Whether in schools, parks, or community centres, well-designed courts promote fitness and bring people together. A thoughtfully designed court can improve overall health, boost community engagement, and create a safe space for people to enjoy their favourite sports.

In India, there are several manufacturers of high-quality sports court flooring, but Sundek Interio Private Limited stands out for its innovative solutions and reliable products. Whether you’re thinking about building a basketball court, tennis court, or even a multipurpose area, having the right materials and design can make all the difference. Let's explore some key considerations for designing the perfect outdoor sports court.

Understanding Your Space

Before designing your outdoor court, it's essential to evaluate the space available. Knowing how much area you have will determine the size and type of court you can build. Begin by measuring the area and sketching out a rough plan.

Key Points to Consider:

Orientation: The court's direction matters, especially for outdoor sports. If the court is for basketball, tennis, or badminton, orient it in a way that minimizes sun glare, especially during peak playing hours.

Sunlight Exposure: Try to design the court in such a way that the sun won’t directly hit players' eyes. Courts facing north-south are often ideal because they offer more balanced sunlight throughout the day.

Surrounding Environment: Ensure that the area is free from hazards like trees or structures that could obstruct play or fall onto the court. Also, think about wind exposure, as this can affect certain games like badminton and tennis.

Choosing the Right Sport Court

One of the first decisions to make is what type of sport the court will accommodate. Different sports require different layouts, dimensions, and flooring types.

Popular Outdoor Sports Include:

Basketball: Great for communities of all ages.

Badminton: A space-efficient option for smaller areas.

Tennis: Ideal for multi-purpose courts.

Football: Requires more space but can cater to larger groups.

Cricket: Typically needs a larger, more open space.

Choosing a sport should depend on community interest and the available area. For example, a badminton or basketball court might be more appropriate if you have a smaller space. A larger area could allow for a combination of football and cricket facilities.

Selecting Durable Flooring Materials

The flooring material you choose will majorly impact the court’s performance, safety, and longevity. Outdoor courts must endure constant exposure to weather, so durability is key.

Popular Flooring Materials Include:

PVC Vinyl Flooring: Offers shock absorption, making it a safe option for basketball and tennis. It's also water-resistant, providing a durable surface in various weather conditions.

PP Multifunction Sports Tiles: These are easy to install and maintain, with excellent drainage, and perfect for wet conditions. They are also slip-resistant, ensuring better safety for players.

Synthetic Acrylic Coatings: Commonly used for tennis courts, synthetic acrylic provides excellent traction and is available in different color options. It’s a versatile and affordable option for many sports. 

Each material comes with its own benefits, so it’s essential to choose one that best fits the climate, usage, and budget for the court. 

Safety Considerations

Safety should always be a priority when designing a sports court. A well-planned court with safety features ensures a reduced risk of injuries.

Key Safety Features:

Shock-Absorbent Surfaces: Materials that cushion impact can prevent common sports injuries, such as joint strain or falls. Consider PVC vinyl or sports tiles for their cushioning properties.

Proper Drainage Systems: A wet or slippery court can lead to accidents. Install a proper drainage system that channels water away from the court, ensuring it stays dry and safe for play.

Court Dimensions and Layout

Different sports have different court dimensions. Whether you're building a basketball, tennis, or football court, it's important to adhere to standard dimensions to ensure the court can be used for official games or community matches.

Standard Dimensions for Common Sports Courts:

Basketball: 28m x 15m for full court play.

Badminton: 13.4m x 6.1m for doubles matches.

Tennis: 23.77m x 10.97m for a full-size court.

Football: 90m to 120m in length and 45m to 90m in width.

Maximizing space is key, especially if you're designing a multi-sport court. Plan for flexibility by choosing layouts that can accommodate more than one type of game.

Incorporating Additional Features

Enhancing the court with additional features can improve the playing experience for both participants and spectators.

Recommended Add-Ons:

Lighting: Installing proper lighting allows for evening games and extends the usability of the court. Opt for LED lights for energy efficiency.

Seating: Consider adding benches or bleachers for spectators. Even a small seating area can make a significant difference.

Fencing: A fence around the court helps keep balls inside the playing area and adds a layer of security.

These features enhance both the aesthetic appeal and functionality of the court, making it a better environment for sports.

Maintenance and Longevity

To ensure the longevity of your outdoor sports court, regular maintenance is crucial. This includes keeping the surface clean, checking for any damage, and ensuring the drainage system is functioning properly.

Maintenance Tips:

Regular Cleaning: Remove debris like leaves and dirt that can cause players to slip.

Timely Repairs: Address cracks or surface wear early to prevent further damage.

Inspections: Regularly check the court’s structure, especially after extreme weather conditions, to ensure safety.

A well-maintained court not only lasts longer but also provides a better playing experience.

Working with Experts

Designing a sports court can be a complex process, so consulting with professionals is highly recommended. Experts like Sundek Interio Private Limited can provide guidance on the best materials, layout, and features for your project.

Working with specialists ensures that the design meets safety standards, is aesthetically pleasing, and is built to last. Professional advice can help streamline the construction process, saving time and resources.

Conclusion

Designing an outdoor sports court requires careful planning, from choosing the right sport and materials to incorporating safety features and additional amenities. By focusing on durability, safety, and usability, you can create a space that serves your community well for years to come.

If you’re looking to build a new outdoor court, whether it’s for basketball, football, badminton, or tennis, Sundek Interio Private Limited is here to help. Their team of experts will guide you through the design process and recommend the best materials for your needs. Contact Sundek Interio today at +919320308938 or email them at info@sundek.in to get started on your project!   

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Ok! So I’m workshopping the dojo again using the idea an anon suggested where players can add an effect to a move. I’m trying to come up with effects but I haven’t come up with enough yet. Some ideas I have are:

Add distance- so a move that can shoot across 2 tiles can now shoot across 3

Knock back- pushes target back by 1(+) tile

Hit twice- move hits target twice but only consumes 1 pp

Advantage- roll 2 die instead of 1 and take higher number

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If you have any ideas for added effects please comment on this post or send me an ask/message! I would really appreciate any and all feedback

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