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[magnoliacharmed]

Hard Working Man

18+, Shawn Michaels x Kevin Nash one shot

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Tags: Stripper AU, referenced drug use, alcohol use, masturbation, condomless sex, daddy kink

Word count: 4081

Summary:

Shawn finally gets to hook up with Diesel, the security guard at his strip club.

There wasn't a mirrored surface in existence that Shawn wouldn't glance into. He was surrounded by them in his messy dressing room with the fucked up yellow lighting, he fixed his hair in the giant heart-shaped one on the stage before he started his show, he made kissy-faces at himself in the cracked one he snorted his coke off of. Shawn's eyes were always glossy and wet. Red as the spandex of his pants. His nostrils burned when the asprin-y post nasal drip trickled down his sore throat.

Shawn had spent a lot of the night yelling. It added a sort of mysterious raspiness to his voice that the strip club patrons were very fond of when he went to their booths to offer a private dance. He had the best record in the club-- never turned down, not even once. Whenever his friends hit the stage in their tiny shorts or cowboy hats, Shawn sat in the audience and cheered for them. Reaching into his jeans pocket for crumpled up cash (not the hundred dollar bill though, he needed that for later), he walked up to them and stuck the bills between their tight, shiny g-strings. What a good friend. He knew they'd do the same for him after they’d a few drinks and lines. 

Of course Shawn was the main event. He was who everyone in this place even came for. Not to shit on the other boys, they did a great job too. But he and they knew who was really the big dog. They might have had bigger muscles and a fuller head of hair, sure. They didn't have the charisma , though. Shawn was all sweet smiles reflecting into that big heart under the pink lighting. A well toned body covered in oil made his few tattoos shine like bright stars. The crowd went crazy when he swung his pretty blond hair around, fluffing it and shaking it with reckless abandon. Hands reached up to paw at his hips when he rolled them. Women sighed when their lucky friend was chosen to bethe special lady Shawn grabbed the back of the head of to grind his crotch into her face. His sky blue eyes blunk heavily down at the girls looking up at him like some kind of king. Cash flittered off their fingers and into the air around him, a storm of dirty dollars clouding the smoke-filled skies of the club.

Diesel was having a hard time staying still at the display. Thank God no one was paying him any attention. His cock was at half mast under his faded black jeans watching Shawn writhe under the hot lights. An innocent little smile, the kind that said Oops, didn't mean to do that! , played perfectly across Shawn's face. Hooking his thumbs into the waist of his tights (his costume of choice was the one of a pro wrestler, which Diesel thought was a silly gimmick for a stripper), he shimmied them down just above his dick. The thick happy trail of hair leading down his stomach was blond too… Diesel's eye twitched at the sight of it. He could've sworn Shawn winked at him as he pulled the stretchy fabric down past his ass to show off the tattoo on his cheek.

The big man had only been working as security for the club for a few months and that was off and on. He had yet to work a shift with Shawn, always getting taken off the schedule or moved around at the last minute. Mean jokes were made at Shawn's expense whenever Diesel had some downtime with the other guards. Their favorite thing to call him was a sissy, but they didn't hold back from some other choice words either. Diesel never understood their vitriol. Night after night of women throwing their body and soul at your very existence? Those same women spending their whole paycheck just so you could press your dick against their inviting lips? Sounded like a dream job to him. The only reason he never got into it was his general clumsiness. He had the look for it but no rhythm or dancing skills. Some of the women he checked the IDs of had begun to call him Big Sexy. The drunker ones ran their hands over his big arms and asked when he'd take the stage. Diesel shooed them away with a smile, convincing them to go throw their money at someone who deserved it.

"Shawn's not a sissy 'cause he strips, man," One of the other guys rolled his eyes at Diesel's obvious lack of interest. "You see anyone calling Hunter a sissy? Or Ken?"

Diesel shrugged. Honestly he wasn't trying to involve himself in the gossip. This was just an easy job for him to make some extra money from. He didn't come here with the goal of making friends. The biggest perks were his two shift drinks and the occasional pussy that got thrown at him. If he got a drinking buddy out of it too it was a win for him. He hoped it wouldn't be one of these security jackasses though.

"He's a sissy 'cause he doesn't give a fuck about the ladies. All that twisting and grinding is for the guys. You've seen some of them out in the audience right? Ray on the other shift says that sometimes he'll see him set up private dances on his off time." The guard shivered at the revelation that other men would be present at a male strip club.

"What, so Shawn's gay?"

Another guard piped in. “He says he's bi. Do you believe that?"

Diesel spent the rest of the night chewing on it. Shawn liked men too, huh. Diesel himself had ventured with the same sex a few times. The experiences were pretty good. Good enough to try it again. Especially with someone as pretty as Shawn. This job was paying too well for him to shit where he ate by fucking him, though. The blond was a wreck of a person from what he heard from the bartenders. Because he was the top earner, the owner of the club let him do whatever he wanted. Shawn took advantage of his status by showing up smashed beyond all belief. Somehow he managed to pull it together by the time he had to perform. The more Diesel thought about it, he realized that the sex would probably be mind-blowing between him and Shawn. He was prone to having soft spots for those who were a little damaged. 

The pendulum between a secure job and a good orgasm swung around in Diesel's mind for the next couple of hours. It had been so long since he'd earned a steady paycheck. Knowing he could pay his landlord on time took a ton of weight off his shoulders. But Shawn… the pendulum was all out of whack. He had to get over this. 

When Billy Gunn approached him in a not-so-subtle way to spend some time together in the bathroom stall, he strongly considered taking him up on the offer. Billy was pretty in his own elusively open way. Diesel had to admit that the glittering gem in his belly piercing was enticing, along with his easygoing smile and tall frame. He opened his mouth to tell Billy to give him a five minute lead when Shawn bounded up to them with a skip in his step, waves of his hair floating around his face like strands of old gold. He had changed into his street clothes, a pair of tight jeans and a well fitting white t shirt. Billy immediately knew he'd fallen out of favor. He'd catch Diesel next time.

"Hi, big man." That thousand watt, pilled out smile spread wide on Shawn's face. Diesel heard the hint of an accent in his voice… maybe Texan? He took in the sight of him in all of his fidgety golden retriever glory. Even in the dim back area of the club Shawn was still shining bright.

"Billy, I think McMahon is looking for you." 

Shawn blinked rapidly with big doe eyes at Billy like he was only stopping by to relay the news. A note of finality in his voice told a different story. Tonight wasn’t the night to start a fight over it all, so Billy instead rolled his eyes and left to get his shift drink. Keeping Shawn happy was for the best of everyone in the club. He and Billy had their little arguments, never anything serious. Even though Shawn was the troublemaker most of the time, somehow it always ended up with him pouting and tearing up at Billy for being oh-so-mean to him. It only took a Shawn grabbing his dick and whining I promise I won’t be a jerk again, baby in that drawl of his for Billy to forgive him. 

The dynamics between Shawn and Billy caused Diesel to spare a few extra glances at Billy while he left. Another lewd image wormed its way through Diesel’s mind-- Billy and Shawn on their knees taking turns sucking him off. 

Shawn shook Diesel out of his fantasy when he noisily released suction from the cherry lollipop he'd been sucking on and dropped it into his glass of vodka. Swirls of red food coloring hung suspended in the alcohol like blood in the ocean. Diesel wondered if he was supposed to be the shark as he stared at Shawn’s crimson tinted lips.

"Good job out there, Shawn. The ladies loved it." 

"They always do." Shawn took a sip from his demonic looking concoction. "Want some? I promise I don't have the cooties."

Diesel couldn't help but to laugh. Shawn was being extra cute towards him. It only made him harder and more confused at what he should do. Still leaning towards fucking his brains out, Diesel took the glass and swallowed a bigger gulp than he wanted to. He tried not to react to the burning liquid as he handed the glass back to Shawn, but he still elicited a giggle out of him by tearing up.

"A big guy like you can't handle his liquor?" Shawn was on the verge of sounding maniacal. Despite this clear and obvious warning sign to stay away from him, Diesel kept his eyes locked onto his lips while he drank down the rest of the liquid. 

"I can handle it. But what I wonder is if you can handle me?" 

Diesel reached down to readjust his now painfully stiff cock in his pants. It was supposed to look casual, like it was just so big he had to do that sometimes. Shawn was smart enough to catch the hint, thankfully. He tilted his head to one side, eyes widening at how much of a handful Diesel took of himself. Caution wasn't thrown into the wind, it was launched like a fucking rocket. 

"Wow… " Shawn moved in closer to Diesel. Heat radiated off the two men and made the already sweltering air of the club even warmer. Scents of body oil, sweat, and cologne all mixed together into something that Diesel wished he could bottle up and carry around with him as a pick-me-up. "Does that mean what I think it does?" 

"What do you think it means, Shawn?" 

Diesel's voice was very low. This “so stupid it was adorable” act Shawn put on got him going way more than he liked to admit. Especially because he could tell it wasn't who he really was. It was just a sweet little persona he liked to throw on for the customers. And Diesel was in the mood to be a customer tonight.

"It means, hmm…" Shawn tapped his finger against the scruff on his chin. He didn’t particularly like the way it felt, but it got him extra cash from the women whenever he grew it out. "It means you want to fuck me."

God, yes.

It only took a couple of minutes for Shawn to slam back another double shot of vodka then pull Diesel's large figure back to his dressing room. After who knows how many drinks, snorts, puffs of weed and popped pills, Shawn was still managing to stand steadily. The only telltale sign that he wasn’t sober was his words beginning to run into each other. He dragged his hands all over the expanse of Diesel's pecs. His mouth was moving a mile a minute about… something. It was hard for Diesel’s brain to keep up with the way Shawn's touch was lighting him on fire.

"I knew you wanted me! I saw the way you looked at me when I was on stage, I did that just for you daddy, I'm all yours tonight, you gonna give me something I can feel?"

Diesel planted a rough kiss on Shawn's waiting lips. He needed him to be quiet for just a second so he could compose himself. The energy coming from him was overwhelming in the best possible way. Along with being a good dancer, Shawn was also an excellent kisser. He pressed his body into Diesel, his own erection rubbing against the bigger man's. A small gasp caught in his throat at the sensation. Shawn wrapped his arms behind Diesel's neck and melted at being pressed so tightly. He nuzzled into his neck to leave a kiss on his sensitive skin, then reached up to smack one on the curvature of his jawline. It made Diesel’s brain flip up and down and his cock throb.

Shawn released himself from the kiss slowly, as if he was memorizing every little thing around him to store away for later. He looked like he'd been fucked already. The reddening of his cheeks would be cute in any other moment, but now it looked very inappropriate. Doubly so when Diesel wrapped his large hand gently around Shawn's neck. Scratchy stubble prickled against his calloused palm. As soon as Diesel's hand rested on his delicate flesh, the delirious smile returned right to Shawn's face. Harder, harder, harder.  

"You gonna get rough with me, daddy?"

“Maybe. You’ll just have to wait and see. Why don’t you give me a show first?”

Shawn eagerly pushed Diesel to sit on the cracked leather of the dressing's room couch. Total excitement consumed his being as he lowered himself down into his lap. It'd been a long time since he'd been fucked, really fucked.��Diesel was the type of guy who could give that to him the way he liked it. With a less than graceful movement, Shawn unzipped his jeans. To Diesel's surprise, he was going commando. Immediately he wondered why he was so shocked. He’d just got off the stage after being a huge fucking flirt. Of course he'd want as much access to his dick as possible. It sprang from the form-fitting denim to bob in the air obscenely. Diesel was relatively content to let Shawn stroke himself in front of him until he came. Shawn’s lips parted into a perfect O-shape, his eyes dreamily blinking while he twisted and pulled at his cock. 

“I need you, Kevin.” Shawn breathed into the stuffy air of the room.  

“How do you know my real name?” Diesel didn’t really care that he knew. Really he wanted to hear Shawn moan it again and again, all night long. He wanted to hear him yell it, or have him crying and begging it all muffled into the couch. 

“I have my ways. Some of your boys are real big fans of mine, despite what they may say.” Shawn continued stroking but slowed down to really give Diesel a show. He made sure to store the memory away of Diesel’s destroyed, screwed up expression. 

“They’ll be jealous of me, then. Raise up just a little.”

Diesel’s hand came to rest on Shawn’s ass to gently lift him up. It was hard for him to even focus on pulling down the zipper of his jeans with the way Shawn looked above him. He was just so… pretty . Diesel had never seen a man like him before. 

The hitch in Shawn’s breathing when Diesel pulled his cock out was a real ego boost. He abruptly stopped stroking to stare down at how heavy it was. 

“It’s so big.”

Shawn fidgeted around to fully pull off his jeans and throw them on the floor. Now Diesel could finally rest his hands on the taut muscles of his ass. Shawn giggled when Diesel’s cock twitched as he grinded his body forward. 

“You’re driving me crazy, Shawn.”

“Not yet I’m not. You’ll see just how crazy I can drive you.”

Shawn leaned forward to wrap his arms around Diesel’s neck. Their cocks rubbed against each other with one long stroke from the movement, causing Diesel to grab onto Shawn tighter. Shawn’s hair fell around both of their faces like a curtain. Thin streams of the awful yellow light from the ceiling peeked through to cast shadows across Diesel’s face. 

“Can I get another kiss, daddy?” Shawn whispered down into his ear.

Diesel was embarrassed at how easy he was. Those few words alone were enough to make him leak out onto his shirt. He was pretty sure that stain wasn’t coming out in the wash. His hand freed itself from Shawn’s ass to rest against his head and push him in for a kiss. This time it was feverish with Shawn reaching into Diesel’s thick brown hair to steady himself. His mouth still tasted like the dregs of his vodka and cherry candy cocktail. Diesel was distracted enough to not react in time to Shawn reaching back to press the head of his cock against his hole. His whining from above made Diesel want to push it all inside of him at once just to see if he could take it. He wanted to— no, he had to see Shawn speechless.

“Do you have any lube?” Diesel choked out. 

Shawn twisted his body around to reach for the partially filled bottle of lube on the couch’s side table. He quickly squeezed some of the cool liquid onto his index and middle finger, then pushed his two fingers inside him. His eyes fluttered beautifully at the feeling, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough in comparison to being filled up by Diesel. Just as Diesel was beginning to feel like he would come before he even got inside of him, Shawn removed his fingers and lined up against the head of his cock once more. 

“God, I’ve been waiting for this,” Shawn murmured as he lowered himself down onto Diesel. His eyes shut and his mouth fell open as he was stretched out by the thickness of his cock. When his eyes opened back up, Diesel knew he got exactly what he needed. Shawn was at a loss for words and already looking fucked out. He was sure he was looking pretty fucked out too; the show Shawn had put on had almost put him over the edge a couple of times already. Now here he was bouncing on top of him, palms pressed against Diesel’s knees so he could lean back for better control. His cock bobbed around and hit his stomach with every roll of his hips against Diesel while his hair flew around him from the increasing movement. 

The springs of the couch squeaked uncomfortably below Diesel and Shawn. Along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the only noises in the room came from Shawn. He couldn’t help but moan loudly, as if he was purposely trying to let everyone know what was going on in the room. Diesel hoped to be a little more discreet… but fuck it. Shawn was worth his business being exposed. Sweat poured down the both of them as Diesel continued to rut hard into him. 

“Fuck— fuck— fuck!” Shawn’s voice raised an octave every time Diesel pushed against his prostate. He moved inside of him fast and hot and Shawn felt like he was being absolutely split open. It was exactly what he needed after a long night of working. He was beginning to come down from the coke and was in need of another Soma. Diesel’s cock pushed those feelings away for the time being, the most beautiful and perfect distraction one could ask for. 

Shawn’s hand rushed to return to stroking himself. Diesel couldn’t take the view of him twisting his hand around his length, thumb pressing against the slit of himself while he pushed himself up and down above him. It was like being presented with a buffet full of desserts… too many sweet options to choose from. Tears squeezed out of Shawn’s eyes and rolled down his blushed cheeks as his hips began to stutter. He was even more gorgeous when he cried, a realization that made Diesel’s stomach feel funny. It was as if Shawn really was an angel with the way the light haloed around his hair and reflected in his eyes.

“Stop— stop crying, fuck.” 

“I can’t help it, daddy. You feel so good,” Shawn’s words were slurred and his smile was lopsided. The room was beginning to spin from the vodka and his rapidly approaching orgasm. He used the last of his strength to slow down and grind deeply into Diesel, matching the pace of his hand pulling against himself. Putting on a show was half the fun of sex, anyways. Sometimes he got more pleasure out of turning people on than he did from fucking. Luckily for him, he got to do both with Diesel. 

Diesel threw his head back to squeeze his eyes shut. He couldn’t take it anymore. It only took one last drawn out whimper from Shawn to make him shoot off inside of him. Shawn gasped at the feeling of his come painting his insides and began to ride with a fervor again. Just as the last of Diesel’s come flooded him, Shawn came. Pearly white ropes painted his lower stomach and abs while he continued to chase after Diesel’s orgasm. His muscles ached like crazy from all the riding. Diesel slowly dragged him off his worn out body and watched as the come leaked from his tight hole and back down onto his own dick. It truly was a sight to behold, a sight Diesel would never ever forget. 

“Goddamn, Kevin. Goddamn.”

Shawn took deep, rasping breaths as he ragdolled onto the couch. Diesel opened his eyes to look over at him splayed out. Goddamn was right. What was he so worried about? Fucking Shawn wouldn’t cause any disruptions for him at the club. It’d only make the job more exciting. So he was kind of crazy. Maybe a little manipulative. Definitely an egomaniac. But he was fun and he knew how fuck. Diesel could work around the rest. 

“Will you take me home tonight? I don’t wanna be all alone out there in the dark.” Shawn crawled up back into Diesel’s lap. He caressed his chest and poked his bottom lip out cutely.  

“You really know how to put on a show don’t you?”

Shawn’s hearty laugh was comforting to Diesel’s ear. The spell was broken. 

“This is why I like you, man! You know when I’m just playing around.” He pulled his hair back into a loose ponytail and grabbed up his jeans off the floor. It was almost time for Diesel to clock out. He didn’t want to hear shit from the boys and definitely not from McMahon about where he’d been for the last half hour, so he had to find a way to get out as quietly as possible. 

“Seriously though. Come home with me after your next shift.” 

Shawn winked as he smoothed out his shirt. It was definitely a demand and not a request. It was his world, so he always got what he wanted. Diesel’s legs were still liquified beneath him. Shawn was the one who’d done all the work and still managed to get back on the move faster than him. 

“You think Billy’s still around? Gotta go apologize to him.” Shawn rolled his eyes and stopped out of the room before Diesel could even start to answer. For a man who was on the verge of screaming just minutes ago, Shawn’s voice seemed even deeper than it was earlier. It must have been for Billy’s sake as another layer of their weird relationship. 

Diesel sighed. Maybe Shawn would be a problem after all.

[sabrsiren]

i’d have to find the bitch’s name again (not 100% sure but i’m fairly certain it’s laurel lee, pro-“israel” republican who called protestors criminals) but i will never forget back in october when florida representative angie nixon (a black pro-palestinian democrat) was talking about gaza and asked the room “how many (dead) is enough?!” and watching her choke on her next words, looking like she might collapse hearing her colleague say behind her “all of them”

i would’ve gone into shock too honestly. rhetorically asking “how many is enough?” and having a fellow representative answer with full-chested honesty “it will only be enough when we’ve killed them all”

also? while on the subject of florida’s terrible list of reps for the primaries brian mast is the fucker who volunteered with the IOF, argued not even infants are innocent, and showed up to congress wearing his IOF uniform

maxwell frost ran on being pro-palestinian then backstabbed the cause once elected

debbie wasserman schultz is a democrat but staunchly pro-“israel” and just returned from a week long trip there

Here is CAIR Action’s Endorsement List for Florida’s primary elections (IG post)

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Launch

And so, with a flourish that any impartial spectator would call middling at best, the new ship was christened. At the top of its mast there perched something that neither the MC nor the Admiral nor any other attendant on the event -- captain, crew, press, the minor scientists who had been granted access -- could identify.

"This is the name of the ship," declared the MC. "I will now bestow upon it a name of your own making." He took a box from the Admiral.

"And what shall it be, then?" said the Admiral. "A name that shall be known to all, and passed down to the generations of the future?"

"Yes," said the MC.

"What sort of name, then?" said the Admiral.

"Let me see," said the MC. "Choose one -- how about a word from the mouth of one of your founding fathers?"

"Well, if you must have it," said the Admiral.

The MC's eyes scanned the list of admiral's names. The MC's head was in the papers all the time. He knew everything.

"Here," said the MC, pointing.

The name the Admiral selected was a great one. It had the honor of having been spoken not only by one of the ship's founders, but by the creator of the ship itself. It was a name so great that, though it was known to all, it could not be spoken. The word for it was lost to time.

"It is not lost to me," said the MC. "I speak it daily."

"I will hear it then," said the Admiral.

M. C. Escher

The name that had been chosen was engraved upon a tablet, which the Admiral presented to the MC, who tucked it into his own pocket, where it had company. The name had been chosen. The ship was ready for launch.

The ship rose. It rose with a great shudder, from the clasping bowels of the moon. Its ghostly light surrounded it, growing and receding as it rose, a pink-tinged wave against a purplish crescent. It moved upwards in response to the gravitational prodding of the moon, rather than the hull's great engines. Perhaps a part of the naming ceremony had been delayed until after launch, so that the ship's construction could help it rise. It took an hour to reach escape velocity.

The MC looked out the viewing port and upwards, past the shells of the moon's rocket jets, through the air, to the black sky. There was no light out there at all, not a trace of earthshine. He opened a window in the viewing port, and found an airy moonlit place high above. He knew that such a place was nowhere to be had, not in the moons' realm; it was a figment, made only for the purpose of looking out and up, to behold the deep black of interstellar space and the glowing body of the star; to see the star beckon, way out there, as the poet had said, and to imagine oneself bounding off into the heavens, until one could imagine no more.

Through the viewing port, the Admiral could see him. The Admiral spoke, and the MC responded. They had a conversation.

"I used to have an imaginary friend," said the Admiral. "His name was Mortal Will. He used to argue with me sometimes."

"It's nice that you have an imaginary friend," said the MC.

There was a protracted pause. No imagination was required to envision a constellation of things, and the MC was now a pro at it.

The Admiral said: "He's all alone now."

"Alone?" said the MC.

"Oh, yes," said the Admiral, "I sent him away. I was trying to make him more strong."

Another pause.

"Of course he never was, in the first place," said the Admiral, "I sent him away. I am a giant child, and I love giant children."

"You don't love me."

"Yes, of course I do," said the Admiral.

The Admiral spoke again. "You are going to be so very alone," said the Admiral.

"Alone?" said the MC. "Why? What about the others? What about others? I have met others."

"You will not meet them again," said the Admiral. "This is an old game, and it is not for you. Nor is it for your peers."

The Admiral looked up, through the viewing port. It was dark out there, almost unimaginable.

"Do you want me to hurt you?" said the Admiral. "Do you want to be forced into the telephone? Into the crypt? The whole game can be found in the catechism, you know."

"You won't understand the game," said the Admiral. "Your mind is not capable of it. You may know what the names of the houses are, but you don't know the first thing about gambling."

"Why can't the others see it?" said the MC. "Why can't they know? I can see it. I just want to know what happened. I just want to know the truth. I just want to see it, and then I'll be quiet. I promise."

"You just want to have your hand on the mouth of something that doesn't want it to be there," said the Admiral. "It won't make you any happier. Better to pull your hand away and go to sleep."

The MC was silent. He watched the star, which had been growing in size. He did not feel like sleeping. He looked out and up and was filled with great joy. He could see the star! He could see it so clearly, like no star he had ever seen, and like nothing he could have imagined.

"We are in an excellent position," said the Admiral. "Our destination is close by. We do not have much further to go."

Another pause.

"Some of the others got there ahead of us," said the Admiral, "but they are not here to see."

"Do you miss them?" said the MC.

Heavy pauses.

"The others, like you, had been chosen by the Court," said the Admiral. "But then they betrayed the Court. They took their mouths and their places and went where they would. They made themselves careless of the Court's rules. In the end, they cheated themselves. They went through the one and only door, and by the time they were done they were left with nothing but a mirage."

The Admiral spoke again.

"They cheated the Court, which had shown them nothing but love," said the Admiral.

"They betrayed their future," said the Admiral. "And when we met, I made them cheat it again. But I had been cheated too."

"And so they cheated themselves," said the Admiral.

"Yes," said the MC.

"I wish I could explain to you," said the Admiral. "But it's much too late for that. Instead I will tell you this -- one of the best things you can do is to love the other ones.

"Love your in-house true self. Love your second self. Lust for the third self. Gaze on the fourth self with jealousy, or nausea, and pray that your future self will remain jealous or nauseous. Think of your fifth self. Protect your true self from your planetary self, whose thousand eyes are all trained on you from above. Wish that you could have access to your parental self, although it knows so little.

"You will never meet your 1000th self, so you should pray that you will be able to spend the rest of your life wondering whether it is your shadow or an angel or a bear or an ant. You will never meet your large and spectral other, and that is the best thing that could happen to anyone. You will never meet your forlorn and helpless self, your real self, or your eyes, which you think of when you stare into the starlight, and even if you should meet your true self, by then you will have become the true self.

"And while you are doing all this, ask yourself this -- why are you here? What are you doing? And then, if you're not careful, if you keep scratching where it itches, and licking your wounds, you will be left with nothing."

The Admiral was silent.

"M. C. Escher," said the Admiral after some time.

"Yes

[endsicknessorg]

Colostrum: The Mold Illness Miracle You Didn’t Know You Needed

When it comes to recovering from mold illness, people will suggest everything under the sun—detox baths, HEPA filters, and maybe even chanting under the moon. But one thing no one seems to mention? Raw colostrum. Why? Probably because they’ve never guzzled it by the gallon like I have!

Yes, I’m a certified colostrum fanatic, and I may or may not moo occasionally during meetings. After seeing this liquid gold turn my decade-long health disaster around—and help my daughter conquer her mold-induced woes—I’m here to spill the (udder) secrets about colostrum.

In this article, I’ll share how raw colostrum worked its magic on me and others battling mold illness. I’ll explain why it’s a must-have for addressing mold colonization and mycotoxin overload. Finally, I’ll tackle the FAQs about colostrum and mold recovery because, trust me, you’ll have questions.

My Journey with Raw Colostrum: From Food Fears to Fierce Healing There was a time when I could eat exactly six foods. Six. Anything else would send me into a whirlwind of panic, itching, throat-closing drama, and other reactions straight out of a horror film. Even the wrong smell in the air? Cue muscle spasms and emotional meltdowns. I thought I was destined to live in a bubble until colostrum entered my life.

Let me tell you, this stuff was a game-changer. My gut lining? Restored. My immune system? Activated. Rashes? Gone. Food sensitivities? Dialed way down. Colostrum didn’t magically erase my mycotoxin sensitivity, but it gave my body the support it desperately needed to function again. Without it, I’d still be in a health spiral.

Colostrum Saved My Daughter Too (After a Rocky Start) When my daughter was first sick, I thought colostrum would be her saving grace—until she started wheezing like a broken accordion. Turns out, colostrum and mycotoxin exposure don’t mix. Once we moved out of our moldy house, she handled colostrum like a champ. Her rashes cleared, her stomach settled, and I officially became the president of the Colostrum Fan Club.

Lesson learned: If your environment is still full of mold triggers, colostrum might not work its full magic. You need a clean space and a trigger-free diet to let it shine. It’s not a cure-all, but it’s a vital piece of the puzzle.

Why Raw Colostrum Crushes Mold Colonization 1. Starves Mold of Iron Mold is basically the vampire of the fungus world—it loves iron. Luckily, colostrum contains lactoferrin, which grabs iron like it’s Black Friday at the mall, leaving mold colonies starving and unable to multiply.

2. Fixes Your Gut Lining Mold toxins wreck your intestinal barrier faster than a toddler on a sugar rush. Colostrum’s growth factors repair that damage, tightening up your gut so mycotoxins can’t sneak into your bloodstream and wreak havoc.

3. Balances Your Immune System Mold doesn’t just mess with your immune system—it throws a wild frat party in there. Colostrum’s PRPs (proline-rich polypeptides) kick out the unruly guests and restore order, so your body can fight off pathogens like a pro.

4. Binds and Flushes Mycotoxins Mycotoxins stick to your cells like gum on a shoe, causing oxidative chaos. Colostrum’s immunoglobulins swoop in, bind to these toxins, and send them packing. Bonus: It also boosts glutathione, your body’s detox superhero.

5. Promotes Good Gut Bacteria Colostrum is like fertilizer for your gut garden. Its prebiotics feed friendly bacteria like lactobacillus, which then bully mold colonies out of existence.

The Healing Power of Colostrum: Beyond Mold Colonies Reduces Inflammation Everywhere Mycotoxins trigger inflammation like they’re trying to win an award. Colostrum cools the flames by calming mast cells and promoting anti-inflammatory cytokines. Say goodbye to joint pain, brain fog, and that constant gut misery.

Rebuilds Damaged Tissues From your gut lining to your blood-brain barrier, colostrum’s growth factors are the ultimate repair crew, patching up damage caused by mold exposure.

Replenishes Nutrients Mold drains your body’s nutrient reserves, leaving you running on empty. Colostrum refuels you with easily absorbable vitamins, minerals, and amino acids.

Balances Hormones At my moldiest, my testosterone levels could’ve been outdone by a senior citizen. After a few months of colostrum? Hormonal harmony.

Supercharges Detox Pathways Colostrum gets your detox systems moving like a well-oiled machine. True story: After my first dose, my urine actually had color for the first time in years.

FAQs: Everything You’re Too Shy to Ask About Colostrum Can mold colonize my body? Rarely. Mold colonization happens in severely immunocompromised folks, not the average person with mycotoxin illness. If you’re worried, an organic acid test can help confirm.

Will colostrum kill mold inside me? Nope, but it gives your immune system the tools to do the job. Think of it as a personal trainer for your body’s defenses.

Is colostrum good for candida? Absolutely. Cows are walking candida fighters, and their colostrum is loaded with antifungal antibodies.

Do I need to kill mold to recover from mold illness? Not necessarily. Focus on eliminating exposure, balancing your immune system, and healing your gut. Colostrum does all three without wreaking havoc like harsh antifungals.

Colostrum: The MVP of Mold Recovery Recovering from mold illness isn’t about waging war on fungi—it’s about helping your body find balance. Raw colostrum supports your immune system, heals your gut, and gets your detox pathways back online, making it the ultimate sidekick in your mold recovery journey.

After 20+ years of experimenting with natural remedies, nothing has come close to the transformative power of colostrum. It saved my health, my daughter’s health, and countless others I’ve worked with.

So, if you’re stuck in the mold illness maze, give colostrum a shot. Your gut, immune system, and sanity will thank you.

Happy healing (and maybe a little mooing) to you all!

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title says it all! thirst traps ft. midoriya izuku, shigaraki tomura, amajiki tamaki, bakugou katsuki, and kaminari denki!

Midoriya Izuku

• izuku, being the top pro hero and all, likely has a personal gym built into his agency building

• so, after a long, hard workout, he'll send you a mirror selfie. shirt off, towel draped around his neck, and his gray sweats doing nothing to hide his dick outline

• he'll caption it something like "just got done with a workout! can't wait to see you😁" to act all innocent but he knows

• he knows what seeing his bare muscles coated in sweat, his v-line paired with the forest green happy trail, and the imprint of his thick cock will do to you. evil.

Shigaraki Tomura

• tomura is awfully self conscious, so he'll just send you a mirror selfie with his face obscured

• he'll be seated in his gaming chair, the room lit up just enough to see the large tent pitched in his black pants.

• no caption. he figures that his clothed cock standing at attention is enough for you to piece everything together.

• eventually he'll just crack and pull it out of his pants to show you and caption it "come help."

Amajiki Tamaki

• as self conscious as the aforementioned is, it'll never beat tamaki's levels of anxiety

• so, you get a top-down shot of his lap, his cock at half-mast and pitching an outline that basically shows everything.

• usually, he sends these while driving home from work, so he'll caption it "stuck in traffic"

• if you're lucky, he'll send a video of him palming himself through his shorts as well

Bakugou Katsuki

• ughh he's so boring! totally another mirror selfie!

• he either sends when he's just about to get in the shower, pulling his boxer briefs down so you can see his pubes and the base of his cock, or when he's just out of the shower, draped in a towel, dripping.

• no caption

• sometimes when it's hot out, you'll get a picture of his lower half, only in boxers as he watches tv. shows his bulge off nicely

Kaminari Denki

• like, every single thing he sends you is a thirst trap

• he'll be telling you a story absentmindedly on front facing camera, shirtless(he's always shirtless), and just be palming himself, force of habit

• denki just yaps away as he barely notices himself growing harder

• he really doesn't do "thirst traps" or even dick pics. It's either his absentminded sexiness or a full-on jerkoff video...solicited, of course.

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Imagine being Bakugou’s stylist at his Calvin Klein campaign and he’s just staring at you intensely while you’re making last minute touches to his outfit✨

Thinking about big, gruff Pro-Hero Dynamight who takes care of his appearance enough to be presentable but not enough for this campaign.

You’re trying not to stare at his fat tits as you go to work with the shaver, trimming down the blond hairs that scatter against his pectorals. Feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as you map out the scars that marr his pale skin. Shaping him up as you move towards his happy trail. The wispy hairs disappearing beneath the grey sweatpants he’s wearing before he changes into his Calvin’s for the shoot.

A stoic expression on his face as he watches you prepare him for the shoot, wondering why his PR team even had the audacity to sign him up for this. He was a Pro-Hero, his job was to save lives, not to make the public thirsty for him… and yet this was piped to be his best endorsement yet. Resting his chin in his palm as he watched you work on his physique.

“You’re going to ruin your makeup,” You mumble out as you bend down to shape the hairs that dip beneath his sweats, your face dangerously close to his crotch.

“Don’t need this shit anyway.” He mutters back, but complies as he moves his hand away from his face, letting it rest on the arm of the chair so dangerously close to your shoulder.

“I know,” You smile up at him, “it’s to help the cameras.”

He smirks back at your response as he continues to silently watch you get him ready for the shoot. The rest of the room rushing about, his agent talking loudly over the phone in the background but it’s as though you’re both in your own little world. Trying desperately to calm himself down and not get a hard on when you’re millimetres from his crotch, trying to ignore the flurry of illicit thoughts that now sit at the forefront of his mind as his vermilion eyes focus on your pouty lips.

“Take these off,” You break him out of his thoughts as he quirks a brow, shifting in his seat uncomfortably as his cock throbs at half-mast.

“What?” Bakugou rasps.

“For the shoot.” You smile, giving the soft material a tug as you motion him to go towards the set.

The moment he pulls them down your eyes are straight to his muscular thighs, almost bursting out of the black Calvin’s that hug his body. He was built like a Greek god no wonder he was signed for the shoot. You shamelessly watch his ass as he walks towards the cameras. Half listening to the photographer as he occasionally glances towards you.

You’re on call to patch up his foundation, or fix something that the cameras picked up on throughout the shoot. Trying to ignore his teasing of “enjoying the show?” Or “how do I look, hah?” Throughout the shoot. By the end of it you’re certain you need a fresh pair of panties your clit throbbing from the view. After the shoot he’s got you in his sights again, stepping towards you as he towers over you with ease.

“You ain’t just gonna put this shit on me and not help me take it off.” He speaks gruffly to you after the shoot and you’re immediate thoughts go to taking off the Calvin’s that are squeezing his bottom half, a smirk on his face as he knows exactly where your filthy mind went as he walks back towards his dressing room.

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Longing Chapter 12

Bakugou x Fem!Reader » Pro Hero, Single Parent, Teacher Reader » Word Count: 2679

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!!: Next two chapters will be angsty

Bakugou gets an unexpected guest.

With winter break over, and the new year started, you and Bakugou fall into a comfortable routine; go to work, go to his house together, eat, spend time as a couple, and go to bed. Bakugou also takes you out on dates in public which is an adventure on its own. You find more often than not that you’re at his house rather than your apartment. There’s even half of a dresser set aside just for your clothes.

Most of the time, the three of you take Bakugou’s truck home from school, but today, you have an all-staff meeting. With a late-February snowfall, and more predicted to come that evening, you send them on their way so they can get home while the roads are somewhat clear. You’d be fine walking.

Unfortunately, your meeting ran longer than expected. The walk to the Bakugou household is refreshing. Cold, winter air wakes you up and encourages you to walk faster. The sidewalks and streets have been plowed, but you take every opportunity to step in the snow and hear it crunch beneath your feet. Maybe you could make a snowman with Nariko this weekend? Or you could see what her quirk does in the snow? With Bakugou’s quirk, he needs sweat to make his explosions, but you don’t know if that holds true for Nariko too. 

Maybe we can play in the snow and watch movies after. That would be fun.

Rounding the corner, you spy the familiar house, your second home away from home – the first being your classroom. The roof is covered in an undisturbed blanket of snow. Sporadic flakes fall, and you’re glad you made it before the next wave of the snowstorm comes in.

Bakugou stands on the porch, and you raise a hand to wave at him, but a woman with long black hair steps out next to him. Who is she? Bakugou crosses his arms and stares off into the distance. The woman puts her hand on his shoulder and smiles, almost lovingly at him.

It takes you off guard and you activate your quirk. Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump. Both of their heart beats are heavy and fast. 

You see her lips move, but the sound is swallowed by the silence of the falling snow. She leans up and places a kiss on his cheek. You swear you can hear your heart shattering. It’s like a punch to the gut. You wait a moment to see what your boyfriend does.

Bakugou stands there a moment before uncrossing his arms and holding her hand in his own. You watch his lips move. He bends down close to her and her eyes widen at whatever he whispers in her ear.

From where you stand, it’s hard to tell, but his garnet red eyes seem to be at half-mast – a look he reserves for you when the two of you are alone.  You’re frozen to the ground, and a pit forms in your stomach. The little voice in the back of your head comes forth. You know who that is. It’s her. What, did you think you and Katsuki Bakugou could be happy together? You know you’ve been a placeholder the whole time. He was waiting for her to come home, and you were the catalyst she needed.

“No,” you mumble to yourself. An icy cold seeps into your chest, creeping around your heart and encasing it in a prison. A warm tear slowly slides down your cheek, a leak in your carefully built up walls before they crumble. Your stomach both sinks and rises to your throat. It’s not true. It can’t be true.

Your feet carry you away while your brain processes what it saw. Numb, you let autopilot take over. By the time you stop moving, your whole body is numb – from the cold or your breaking heart, you don’t know.

“Y/N?” a door opens and Meiko walks out, “What are you doing here?” Tears silently stream down your face leaving searing trails in their wake that cool almost instantly. Your eyes lock with her brown ones, and she instantly knows you’re in pain.

“Come inside,” she ushers you in, and you obediently follow. You sit on the couch that had been your bed months ago and stare vacantly around the room.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Meiko asks and presses a small glass of whiskey into your hands. You drink automatically, and the alcohol spreads throughout your system, heating everything that froze on your walk over. Your heart begins to thaw, and with it, the tears you tried to hold back.

“I think his wife came back,” you say quietly, “They were talking on the front porch and… they looked happy together.” They looked like a family. A family I’m not a part of.

“Are you sure it was her?” Meiko asks.

“They were really close,” you shrug apathetically, “It takes a lot for him to get close to anyone. He must have been waiting for her to come back.” There’s a buzz in your pocket and you pull out your phone. Seeing Katsuki’s name flash across the top has you in tears again. The call to end it all.

“Let’s turn that off for now,” Meiko says and gingerly pries the phone from your hands. “It sounds like we have a lot to talk about.”

You tell her about the touching, the smiling, and the kiss; how Bakugou looked at her the same way he looked at you. You recount how winter break went and how he said he loved you. You skim over the details of the end of the trip.

It’s not your place to tell her about Bakugou’s past with his ex, but you tell her how his best friend feels about her which Meiko can relate to since she’s been around every time Yuki came back into the picture.

One bottle of whiskey later, and you’re a blubbering mess on Meiko’s couch. 

“I’m going to be straight with you,” Meiko says and puts her glass on the coffee table, “You need to focus on yourself right now. Whatever is going on with him, he’ll take care of it whether it’s talking to his ex, telling her to hit the road, whatever. I’m not saying you’re right or wrong, but you just got back on your feet after having everything torn away from you for years. Focus on yourself, and then revisit this once you’re level headed.”

“You’re right,” you say hollowly, “Can I stay here? I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course, sweetie.”

You cash in your sick days for the week off. All weekend you prepare plans for the substitute. Your classroom will be chaos when you come back, but you need the time to yourself. Meiko checks in on you periodically, but for the most part you keep to yourself.

With all that time to yourself, you get sucked into your thoughts. There was no trick of the light, you saw what you saw. Bakugou was getting close to a woman – possibly Nariko’s mother. Most likely Nariko’s mother. You didn’t know what that meant for your relationship, but it kept you from turning your phone back on. You needed to keep the focus on yourself and not on… whatever that was.

All week you stay inside. Meiko works odd hours so you keep busy by puttering around her house cleaning, cooking, and reading. As the days pass, you feel your batteries recharge; you start to feel more like yourself, and you’re able to stuff your sadness away. Compartmentalizing isn’t the best way to deal with it, but the world doesn’t pause when you need it to.

Sunday evening, your stomach is in knots. Tomorrow you’ll have to see Nariko. You’re not sure if Bakugou will show up as well and try to talk to you – figure out why you ghosted him. You’re not ready for a confrontation; why you stopped responding, who the woman hanging off his arm was, if he really did love you or if it was a lie.

Luckily, Nariko is absent Monday, and your day passes smoothly. When you check with the office, they say that they got a call Nariko wouldn’t be coming in, but no reason, like sickness.

Tuesday is the same; no Nariko, and no reason for her absence. Part of you wants to call and find out if everything is alright, but the other part of you is afraid to open that line of communication with Bakugou. Besides, it’s the office’s job to take care of that.

Wednesday, Nariko shows up. Her spiky hair is slightly messier than usual, and she seems out of sorts. You wonder if she’s sick, but the girl presents no fever and no other symptoms.

At the start of recess, all the children stream out of your classroom onto the playground in an orderly fashion – except Nariko.

“Sweetie? Are you feeling okay?” you ask and crouch down next to her desk. Your eyes search her face more closely. Dark bags hug her usually exuberant eyes. Has she not been sleeping enough?

“Ms. Y/L/N? Can I stay in this recess?” Nariko yawns.

“What’s going on, sweetie?” you ask, “Is everything okay at home?” A way to check in on Bakugou without talking to him. Perfect.

“A lady called herself my mom. She and Dad started talking,” Nariko says tiredly, “Uncle Kiri came and I’ve been at his place for a while. He won’t let me see Dad. Is he okay?” It takes you a moment to unpack everything she says. There are three takeaways from everything she said.

One; Bakugou’s ex-wife was indeed the woman you saw. Two; Nariko has been out of the house since that day. Three; Nariko thinks you’ve been talking with Bakugou.

“Nariko, I don’t know how your father’s doing. I haven’t talked to him in a while,” you admit. Her mulberry eyes tear up, and you can see the fatigue, uncertainty, and stress catch up to her. Her heartbeat speeds up and you can tell she’s about to let off an explosion somewhere in the classroom.

“I miss Dad. I want to go home,” her voice cracks tearfully. I miss him too.

“I’ll check on him after school, how does that sound?” you say. Nariko wipes her tears and nods her head.

“Can I go home then?” she asks in a small voice that breaks your heart.

“You’ll have to stay with Uncle Kiri a little bit longer. Maybe a day or two. Just while I make sure your dad is doing okay. Is… is your mom still there?” The word ‘mom’ is thick on your tongue. It’s a reminder that you’re not Nariko’s mother. That the Bakugous were her family first.

“I don’t know.”

“I’ll text Kirishima and see if I can come over. Maybe we can have dinner all together? Would you like that?”

“Yes please.”

Leaving Nariko at her desk to rest, you eye your phone in your bag. You hadn’t turned it on since Meiko shut it off. Emailing Kirishima wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. No. If you’re going to figure out what’s going on as soon as possible for Nariko, you’d have to text him.

You hold down the power button and watch the screen light up. The background of you and Bakugou kissing at Cinderella’s castle is a punch to the stomach. 

Ignoring the barrage of messages from friends, acquaintances, and Bakugou, you found Kirishima’s number and focused solely on him. 

Y/N: What’s going on with Bakugou?

Kirishima: he’s not saying much

Kirishima: what happened between you two?

Y/N: Nariko isn’t feeling good. Can I come over for dinner and we can talk?

Standing outside Kirishima’s apartment, you knock and wait. Behind the door, you can hear heavy footsteps making their way over.

“Y/N, come in!” Kirishima says and opens the door wide enough to let you pass. He looks just as harried as Nariko did earlier in the day. Being a parent and a full-time hero must be taking its toll on him.

“Thanks for having me over on such short notice,” you say and slip your shoes off.

“Not a problem,” Kirishima smiles, “I ordered take out, I hope you don’t mind. It’s easier than cooking dinner every night. I don’t get how Bakugou does it.”

“How long has she been with you?” you ask in a low tone.

“A week and a half,” Kirishima responds quietly.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” Nariko shouts and launches herself at you.

“Hi, sweetie!” you grunt when her body hits yours. Kirishima steadies you. “How’re you doing?”

“Did you see Dad?” she asks, stars in her eyes at the thought of being able to go home.

“Mm, not yet, I wanted to talk to Uncle Kiri before I do that.” 

“Tomorrow?” There’s so much hope in her voice.

“Yes, tomorrow,” Whatever it takes to reunite you two.

Dinner is unusually quiet given the personalities gathered at the table. The air is heavy with unasked questions from everyone at the table. You need to talk to Kirishima, but not with Nariko around. Nariko wants to ask you questions, but knows this isn’t the time. Kirishima hopefully has answers, but also questions for you.

It takes until after Nariko is put to bed for you to ask your questions.

“She’s in bed,” you say quietly and sit on the couch next to Kirishima. You’ve got your quirk trained on her too so you can hear if she slips out of bed to eavesdrop.

“What’s going on?” Kirishima asks. He runs a hand through his hair, confusion written on his face. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” you say, “Why is Nariko here?”

“Bakugou texted me and told me to pick her up. Didn’t explain why. Aki was there and things seemed really tense. He hasn’t said anything and he took extra shifts at work. Your turn.” Kirishima says tersely.

Things were… tense? But they looked happy. 

“I went over to their place and I saw her there. I… I used my quirk and could tell their hearts were beating furiously.” You remain silent for a moment as you recount what happened. “She was touching him. She kissed him. And she looked so over the moon. He didn’t push her away or stop her and I thought he looked just as happy. So I walked away. I was hurt at what I saw and I turned my phone off. I’ve been staying with a friend too.”

“You didn’t ask him what was going on?” Kirishima groans. Heat flushes your face.

“It’s childish, I know, but they were family first. I’m not Nariko’s mother. I didn’t want to intrude or possibly get my heart broken even more.”

“Things clearly didn’t go smoothly with Aki.” Every time he says her name it’s like a wedge forcing its way into your heart to split it in two. “I heard her start yelling when they thought we were out of the house. Whatever happened, he’s hurting.”

They were arguing. She showed up again and they were fucking arguing. Why didn’t I say anything? Why did I let my pride get in the way? All of this could have been avoided but I was too damn stubborn. Katsuki’s been hurting. Nariko’s been hurting. This is my fault.

“Kirishima,” you whisper, “I fucked up. I fucked up badly.” Kirishima is startled by your profanity. You never swear. “I was trying to protect myself and thought the worst! I’ve been ignoring my phone and his texts for a week now. I need to fix this.” Your voice creeps closer to hysterical and you stand, set on making things right now.

“Tomorrow,” Kirishima says, grabbing your forearm firmly. His deep voice distorts your shaken thoughts and brings you back down from your panic. “See him tomorrow. He’s on duty.”

“Tomorrow,” you say slowly and sink back down next to him. “You don’t think she’ll be there, do you?”

“I don’t know,” Kirishima answers honestly.

Tomorrow. You’ll have to face everything tomorrow.

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A/N: The amount of times people were like ‘Something bad is going to happen’ and I had to sit there like 👀 and not say a thing 😂 ANYWAYS Friday will be from Bakugou’s POV, I am skipping through time a bit compared to the pacing of the beginning of the story so now we’re in February~

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87 and 95 skwistok!

Aroused by his voice/sleep intimacy

(disclaimer: I was not 100% certain what 'sleep intimacy' was implying so here's my take because of reasons lol)

It had been ages since they'd been forced to split rooms, but after a pyrotechnics mishap annihilated the Dethbus in the middle of their set, a hotel was their next best option until a new bus arrived. Unfortunately, nearly every resort, inn or lodge in a hundred mile radius was booked to capacity with concertgoers. The best Charles had been able to do (short of having fans black-bagged) was to secure three mediocre rooms.

Toki didn't mind though. He didn't mind when Murderface immediately grabbed a key to himself and disappeared; the bassist farted up a storm in his sleep. He didn't mind when Nathan and Pickles took another room, they paired off for pretty much everything anyways. He didn't even mind when he and Skwisgaar reached their room and found only a single queen-sized bed, though the Swede complained as if it were the end of the world.

"Dis am unacceptables. How dey ezpeckt us to sleeps on dis tiny things? Should gets de butler back on de phone and fix dis now."

"It's fine. Toki don't take up much room." He kicked off his boots and stripped out of his pants, sliding into the covers near the edge of the mattress. "See? Dis at least twice as big as my bed at home."

Skwisgaar eyeballed the arrangement with disdain, then disrobed in a huff.

"Just stays on your side." He rolled over, facing the wall, and was snoring lightly within minutes.

Pressing at the middle of the bed a few times to test, Toki felt satisfied that the lead was well enough under that he could risk sprawling out a bit. He was an early riser and what Skwisgaar didn't know wouldn't turn into a cranky shouting match in the morning. Snuggling closer to the center of the mattress so that they were nearly touching, Toki closed his eyes and waited for sleep to claim him. But before cozy oblivion could creep in, a soft sound pulled his attention to the opposite side of the bed.

"Mm, ja. Like dats."

Toki opened one eye and glanced at Skwisgaar's back. He appeared to still be asleep, his ribs expanding with slow, even breaths.

"Hows you get so goods at dis?"

Was he dreaming about his GMILFs? Ugh. Toki screwed his eyes shut again and tried to block out the other man's voice, his brows furrowing in aggravation. Unconscious or not, Skwisgaar was not being a very considerate bunkmate.

"Dat poirfect. Mm. Keep goingk."

Against his better judgement, Toki couldn't help but listen a little longer. It would be impolite to turn on the tv, right? At least he had the decency to respect a shared accomodation.

"You prackstice dat? Ams impressive."

One of his previously cinched brows climbed upwards in the direction of his hairline as Skwisgaar let out a satisfied sounding sigh. A warmth was beginning to pool low in Toki's belly and his hand threatened to wander, stayed only by his refusal to make any motion that may wake the other man. Because that was rude. Not for any other reason.

"Sounds very good, Toki. Well dones."

His eyes flew open, darting to the prone form next to him, still dozing peacefully. That hadn't been a dirty dream at all. And yet...

There was no denying now that Toki was at full mast.

He could try to retreat to the bathroom, and risk waking Skwisgaar who might insist he spend the rest of the night there. Or he could wait it out in discomfort and try to pass out. Both options had their pros and cons. Regardless, he didn't think he'd be forgetting what he'd heard tonight anytime soon. No, that was definitely going to come back to him later when he had some privacy. So he may lose a night of sleep.

But Toki didn't mind.

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[prurientpuddlejumper]

Welcome to your new home, baby

The husband agreed since he escaped his cage & seemed to be looking for a way out, that we don't have to drive him two miles away & I can just release him out into the garden. There are a lot of pros and cons to the three potential release sites I identified.

Down in the blueberry patch there are alot of blueberries, blackberries, wild black cherries, and a dense protective shrub cover from the sweetferns (which are also mast-producing). But, if he tries to navigate home from there, there's nothing but open lawn & a vigilant Cooper's hawk.

Then there's the narrow strip of trees at the edge of the property which has a ton of piles of wood and leaves for cover... but a ton of chipmunks, moles, and shrews already live there for exactly that reason.

Since he was raised indoors, I released him next to the shed. There's a gap beneath the door wide enough for a mouse to get inside, and I don't mind if mice live in the shed. If natural habitat is more in his instincts, there's a pile of yard scraps too bulky for the compost bins behind it, which I'm pretty sure mice have nested in. There's a nice little forest edge where raspberries and cherries grow, and extensive groundhog burrows under the shed as well. If he tries to navigate home he'll hit the porch and hopefully find convenient shelter under there, as well. He never was a huge fan of the tomatoes I offered him, but the veg garden is right there, too.

I'm leaving his tank for the first few days/weeks until he's found a new place to nest. As soon as he realized there was a way out, he took off exploring the vegetation. Didn't even have time to get my camera ready.

Good luck, buddy.