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sparkedblaze · 1 year ago

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Hi I'm starting this only 30 minutes into Livesies

This is gonna take a while. It's too good. I have too many favorite things.

Parts 1 and 3

Usual T/W just in case: cursing, violence

Jack's thinking face

"You mean like a strike?"🙄 ... "YOU HEARD DAVEY WE'RE ON STRIKE"

"Half them strikers is laid up with broke bones"

Things you need to be a union: 1. Membership (Albert's lil salute) 2. Officers (IIIIII nominateJackpresident (he's touched)) 3. A statement of purpose (left in other pants)

"Unioned we stand."

Jack once again channeling Draco to say pockets

THE DELANCEYS

"Ig you do Mr. President"

Albert fidgeting without a thought in the world

Albert's empty ass head

One thought: Fight

How much teeth Davey uses when he says "we got a union"

Jack essentially translating for Davey

Mush cracking his knuckles

"JUST LETEM TRY"

I miss the drums ;-;

Davey's hop off the papes

D A N C E

When shortstop doesn't take it down

ANTHONY ZAS SMILE

Nicholas Masson never knowing what to do with his hands

Squat

Tommy v dramatically wrapping his arm around the gate

"YEAH"

Davey hopping from the ladder

DANCEY DANCE

SPIN

Race: :0 :O :|

March march march march march

wiggle wiggle

YEET

"YOU CAN TELL PULITZER-"

The three different reactions to being thrown out: Les, immediately hopping up and yelling at the guy Jack, trying to find his dignity before he stands Davey, and whatever his dramatic ass is doing

"PULITZER MAY CRACK THE WHIP BUT HE WON'T W H I P US"

ANGY HAT TAKING OFF

Albert literally jumping onto the table.

Finch sitting on top of the back of the chair.

"Over here!"

"Just gimme a wat'a"

"How. did i ever. see that coming?"

Albert: :(

c o n f u s i o n

CRUTCHIE PRETENDING TO PASS AWAY

LES LITERALLY FOLDING HIMSELF IN HALF

TOMMY (WHO WAS STILL STANDING) LOOKING STRAIGHT DOWN AND SINKING BACK INTO HIS CHAIR

ONE OF MY BIGGEST STICKING POINTS FOR AUTISTIC DAVEY JACOBS. HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T LOOK AWAY WHEN BROOKLYN IS MENTIONED. "Well, he's new." I HEAR YOU SAY SO IS LES. AND HE TOOK THE SOCIAL CUES THAT BROOKLYN ISN'T A PLACE YOU WANT TO BE. NOT ONLY THAT, BUT THIS BOY IS TEN (almost). SO IF ANYTHING HE SHOULD BE HAVING TO BE TOLD THAT BROOKLYN IS DANGEROUS. ESP BC JACK DOESN'T SEEM SCARED OF IT

TY FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

"Spot Conlon's toif"

"IAIN'TSCAEDONOTOIF"

ELMER AND ROMEO AND RACE TAKING OFF THEIR HATS WHEN KATH GETS THERE

"-hangin' round at the wOild" *hand motions*

Jack hiding behind Davey

Y'all gay asf stop looking at her like that

"You think you have a chance?" Tommy, giving the widdlest nod

"I'll rephrase"

"YOU DON'T GOTTA BE INSULTIN' I got a nickel"

"This is entertaining...so far"

"Methinks the lady needs to be handled by a-" bap bap fix hat vest "-real man."

"How'd she know my name?" "Get outta here" *shove*

Finch hopping onto the table

Them helping Jacobi pick up

Hoppity hoppy hop hop

"cantcha see it in my eyes?"

"Yeah ok"

"W www whasa matta aincha sure?"

"Rather tell ya what I'm hopin' for tonight" bites lip

"TOMORROW-" fuckfuckshitfuckwhatarewedoingtomorrow "-we stop the wagons" thankfuck crisis averted she would've thought I don't know what I'm doing

"Write it good."

"A little hyperbole never hurt anyone"

"If I could just write about it" MOOD

"You poor boys"

WATCH WHAT HAPPENS

"It could practically write itself and let's pray it does"

Kath being an entire writing mood

KATH DOING THE SAME MOVEMENT THEY DO IN SEIZE THE DAY

"PictureahandsomeheroicallycharismaticplainspokenknownothingskirtchasingCOCKYLITTLESONOFA-"

"What a face"

"I'll be twice as good as that SIX MONTHS FROM never" :(

"Just look around at the world we're inheriting And think of the one we'll create THEIR MISTAKE IS THEY GOT OLD THAT IS NOT A MISTAKE WE'LL BE MAKING"

Davey making jokes about Brooklyn showing up at the worst time is further proof that Davey is autistic plznfanku

"Queens will be right here backin' us up-" :D "-as soon as we get the nod from Brooklyn" D:

THE FUCKING DELANCEYS

"My SKULLBUSTIN' ARM"

The Camp Rock 2 song playing in my head every time I hear Jack say 'we can't back down'

Iain. Young's. Rat. Face.

Les leaning against the gate. 0 fucks given.

Lettuce

BEN COOK'S GIGGLE WHEN CRUTCHIE COMES UP WITH HIS SIGN

JACK HOLDING CRUTCHIE'S CHEEKS

Jojo's dramatic ass look WHEN DAVEY IS TALKING ABOUT COURAGE PFFFFF

THE ANGRIER DAVEY GETS THE MORE TEETH HE USES

IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE BUT JUST WATCH

Jack leaning on Finch's head

"Broddas"

"We doin' this?"

"Once we've begun, if we stand as one, someday become somehow"

Ben Fankhauser's voice

"And a prayer becomes a vow"

"AND THE STRIKE STARTS RIGHT DAMN NOW"

"The boids are singin' "

I LIKE THAT THEY HAVE 'BLINK' (I say his name loosely) SCABBING. IT'S KIND OF A NOD TO THE ACTUAL KID BLINK AND I JUST THINK IT'S REALLY NEAT

SMALLS BEING SO ANGRY AT BEING STOPPED

ANDY'S HAT IS ALSO BACKWARDS?????

T O G E D D A

>:(

Tommy. Boy's. Arms.

Jack's entire speech

"Pleeeeaaaaase"

Tommy, marching up to Jack Davey: Les get behind me idk what I can do except be a human shield

"I'm with ya" Everyone: :000000000000

Tommy's pose as he hands his bag back

Nicholas Masson not knowing what to do with his arms pt 2

LES'S LIL HAND MOTION DURING 'UNITED'

"Who are you gonna trust? Them? Or them?"

WHY DOES TOMMY BOY LOOK SNIPER UP AND DOWN LIKE THAT????

"Y E A H"

Now showing: Jeremy Jordan's Jack's inability to dance

"LET'S SHOW 'EM FELLAS"

"HUT"

Right left right "HYA"

Kiss

THEY'RE SO FUCKING TALENTED

JESUS

Spinny spinny spin

"Ya see this Mista Pulitzah?!"

"C'MON FELLAS" -Buttons

T A L E N T

WAISCOAT GUY HAS THE CHILD (I think about this all the time)

THE FIGHTING WITH THE DELANCEYS

LES BONKING THEIR HEADS TOGETHER

DAVEY PICKING HIM UP AND PUTTING HIM ON HIS SHOULDER IN CELEBRATION

"CHARGE"

Do I need to say it?

Do I need to put it here?

Probably not

BenCookkickinghimselfintheface

Jumping over the homies

spin

BIG STEP

Jump

TOMMY BEING IN SPAIN WITHOUT THE A

TRICKS

TRICKY TRICKS

CRUTCHIE TRICK

JOJO TRICKY TRICKY

P R O J E C T I O N S

"NEWSIES FOREVERRRRRR"

RIPPING THE PAPES

FUCK THEM PAPERS

Jack having to stop Mush

Pushing a cart into bad guys with bae

"Stay down!" Les immediately meerkatting back up

MORRIS JUMPING OFF STAIRS AGAIN

ROMEO NOOOOOO

Les s l i d e

DAVEY NOOOOOOOO

"JACK WAIT FOR ME" "Where d'ya think you're goin'?" "JACK HELP-ROMEO-FINCH" HIS VOICE CRACKING MAKES ME FUCKING SOB

THE ANGLE OF SNYDER BEATING CRUTCHIE

FUCK

CRUTCHIE YOUR HAT

Jack's mini tantrum before Santa Fe

"Newsies CRUSHED AS BULLS ATTACK"

"Thanks to GOOD OL CAP'N JACK"

IK HE PROBABLY KIND OF OVERPLAYS IT AT LEAST A LITTLE BUT I LOVE HOW OUT OF BREATH JACK IS

"Dreams come true Yeah they do"

GRARARARAR CHARACTER LIMIT RARRRAR

#newsies #livesies #my favorite things about newsies #my favorite livesies things

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bigbadripley · 1 year ago

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Chapter 13 - Duele

Marc Spector&Co. x Ex!F!OC, F!OC x Modern!Miguel O'Hara

Summery: Everything changed after Marc and Simone moved to New York. Being in a relationship with the Fist of Khonshu proved to be difficult enough without the added obstacles of normal relationships being forced into the mix. With seemingly irreconcilable differences overhead, fate’s plans continue to drive the pair back into each other’s lives, testing their patience, self-control, and new relationships. Is it truly written in the stars, or is it old habits taking over?

18+!! | Third-person omniscient | Dark elements | AU/AT | Warnings: Language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma. Effects of trauma in adulthood. THIS IS A SEXUALLY GRAPHIC CHAPTER. Protected P in V (be smart), breeding kink if you squint, pet names, mention of past assault, mention of violence, lil bit of hurt/comfort

Words: 4K-ish

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Chapter List

"¿Dime quien te da el derecho? De robarme hasta el sueño Te quiero, pero me da miedo Darte hasta mis pensamientos" -"Duele" by Girl Ultra

Marc's words stuck to Simone's brain like chewing gum until they made it to Miguel's place. She didn't want to admit that he was right, but he was, and she felt terrible about it.

He just admitted to being Spider-Man, so why can't I admit to all my shit now? She thought. No more secrets.

Her train of thought got lost as Miguel clearly wanted to pick back up where they left off hours ago, sprinkling wet kisses along her jaw and neck and kneading her buttocks through her sweats. Simone ached, craving to leave this night behind and fuck this beautiful man again and again until she couldn't think about it anymore.

You gotta tell him, Simone. She thought as she heard his zipper come undone. She knew what needed to happen, and it couldn't wait, or it would just be harder to say.

"Can we talk, Miggy?" She asked in a gasp as he lifted the back of her shirt, and cool air left goosebumps up and down her spine.

"Can it wait?" He rasped before running his tongue over the salt of her collarbone. Simone whispered no into another airy breath, which Miguel met with a slight chuckle that made her knees buckle under her. "Then can we discuss it while I'm inside you?"

It was tempting to let it go, let him use her in unspeakable ways, allow him to take her right there in the middle of his mostly empty apartment, and finally clear herself and him of some very overdue tension, but the puddle she was melting into felt sludgy as Marc's voice played in her brain.

So we aren't all that different.

It buzzed in her ears as if she had heard it all over again.

"It'll be the biggest mood killer ever." She answered, trying her best to sound serious. Miguel paused momentarily before backing up, realizing they didn't talk much before when they had much less to discuss. After the night they had, she likely wanted to regroup.

"Is this about la bomba?" He asked, referring to the decoy as the bomb. Simone stepped back and sat in his red lawn chair while Miggy sat on the couch directly across from her and removed his glasses. His genuine, honest self looked back at her.

"No, it's something else." She started as she rolled her head on her shoulders, releasing the pressure of the topic and events that led up to this moment. A few small cracks filled the air before she spoke again. "I might have redacted some information the night we discussed my childhood. It's a lot of tough stuff to talk about, but if I don't tell you now, I may never get the chance."

"Okay, go for it. Nothing can be wilder than Spider-Man." He said, thinking the bomb he dropped earlier had to be the highest tier of weird but wondering if this had anything to do with her ex coming around unexpectedly.

Simone filled her lungs with enough air until she ran out of space before she replied under a heavy exhale. "Don't be so sure." She started, noticing that she was subconsciously picking her cuticles, and shook her hands out to stop. "Do you want me to start with the least crazy shit or go straight to the craziest shit?"

"I suppose least," Miggy answered with a slight shrug of his shoulders. Simone paused as she searched for which of the points could be considered the least crazy and gulped before she began.

"The main reason for Marc and I breaking up was because, at the time, I was pregnant, and he... didn't wanna talk about it." She told in a nonchalant tone, not wanting sympathy for something out of her control and avoiding explaining how Marc didn't want to talk about the baby.

That'll be easier to explain as its own point. Simone thought. Don't wanna infodump.

Simone watched as Miguel's eyes widened at this reveal and quickly finished her thought. "Given that I'm not pregnant anymore and don't have a child in tow, I'm sure you can guess how that went down."

Miguel's eyes softened as he put two and two together. "Shit, I'm sorry, Simone." He empathized. All she managed to do was shake her head in response, clearing her throat as it started to burn at the memory of feeling the movement in her abdomen, then suddenly feeling nothing but pain.

Though Miggy had no clue what that must have been like, he hated Marc even more now that he watched the woman he grew to care about so much take another deep, shaky breath to calm her nerves.

Does she want kids? We haven't even begun to talk that over. He thought before Simone spoke again, causing him to lose his train of thought.

"Now, it's not necessarily that he didn't want to talk about it, but he disassociated and left his alters to take over while he panicked." She did her best to explain to the geneticist before her. "He has D.I.D. and two other parts of his system... who I was also involved with."

As she finished, she realized the weird part of that explanation wasn't the condition itself and studied Miguel's face to gauge how he would respond. Though his silence as he gathered his thoughts wasn't the most troubling part, it was the fact that his eyebrows looked like they were about to go through his roof as he no doubt realized what her last sentence meant.

"You had... three boyfriends? At once?" He questioned, to which Simone quickly responded.

"Yes and no. It's a lot to explain."

All at once, it seemed that Miguel's thought was replaced by something else he needed to bring up more urgently. "Wait, that's why you called him Jake on the fire escape?"

Shit, I did, didn't I? Didn't think about that when it was happening.

"Jake was taking over at the time." She explained. "I could just tell by his walk."

Another long silence blanketed the room, causing Simone's anxiety over the next topic to rise. She considered putting this whole thing to bed and just glazing over it, but she knew she couldn't do that. It had to be now.

Before she spun together the courage to start, Miguel spoke up. "Does it get crazier than that?" He questioned.

Honey, you have no idea.

"Remember when I told you about my tío?" She asked in response, knowing it was indeed about to get worse as she wiped her clammy hands down her sweatpants. Miguel nodded,

"The perv? Of course."

Clearly, he didn't know where Simone was going with this. He knew about the assault, the house dress code, his rules... all of it made Miguel want to hurl. Though he assumed it would be more of the man's heinous actions that she would bring up, Simone knew he wasn't prepared for what she was about to say. She figured it would be best to say it quickly, like ripping off a band-aid, before she lost her nerve.

"I killed him when I was seventeen." She spoke flatly into the air, avoiding Miguel's gaze and directing her own at her newly gnarled cuticles. Old habits die hard.

From under her thick eyelashes, Simone could see Miguel's jaw grow lax before his head fell back, "Fuck." He said under his breath. The news surprised him more than all the other confessions of the night. Over the last months of knowing this woman, she seemed far too good to be true, and though he hated to admit it, he was wondering when the other shoe would drop. Everyone has something.

This is it. I fucked it up. Simone thought to herself as the quiet grew thick and her stomach filled with stones. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears as she waited.

"Why are you telling me all this now?" Miguel's calm tone sliced through the dense tension.

"Because we just had a very eventful night, and shit like that happens around me all the time, as you'll come to find out... if you choose to stick around." She described, sounding doubtful in the second half. The ball was in Miguel's court for that, but to Simone's surprise, a slight snicker escaped his throat.

"Shit like you getting thrown into a closet and having your identity stolen? Having to deal with your headcase ex-boyfriend because of it and Daredevil, who... I still don't know how you know that guy."

"Chaos tends to follow me around." She started, attempting to sound lighthearted. "And as far as I can tell anyone, I know Double D from work."

More awkward silence followed as she felt her chest begin to tighten. Even if Miggy was mad, she would prefer he express it over having to sit and wait for him to say something, anything. She decided to be the one to speak up first. "You okay?" She asked timidly.

Are you fucking high? Of course, he's not okay!

Miguel was quiet for another short beat before he hunched forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, really needing to look at Simone for the rest of this conversation. "It's just a lot of information to take in. I mean, you murdered your uncle?"

That's precisely what I did.

"He assaulted me, Miguel." She prefaced. "My mom didn't want me home, the last friends I had on the planet couldn't help... I just didn't think I had a choice. I would either go to prison or home, which seemed better than that hellscape." She rationalized, though she felt she didn't need to. What she wouldn't do was apologize for the actions of the scared teenager she once was.

Simone didn't expect to see Miguel nod, making her more nervous about the following sentence.

"I know. I'm just struggling with the thought that you did that. I guess I understand, though." He said. Simone could have sighed with relief as the hefty weight was removed from her chest at his understanding, and figured it was time for a lighter note.

"Have I completely killed the mood?" She asked with a tick of her eyebrow, not expecting to be able to pick back up right away but not being totally opposed.

Miguel welcomed the pace change and smirked, "Oh, not at all. In fact-" He began as he stood from the couch and sauntered the short distance between him and the lawn chair Simone sat in and bent down, bracing a hand on each of the plastic arms and bringing his eyes parallel to hers. "Seeing you get worked up before you swung on that L.M.D. earlier was fucking sexy."

"Is that right?" Simone questioned, biting her bottom lip. Without breaking eye contact, she spread her legs as far as she could manage in the chair, causing Miguel to be the one to break the staring contest first.

"How about we play a little game." He said, tone making this sound more like a demand than a request. Simone felt her throat grow dry and could only manage a nod to accept. "Say it, cariño."

"Okay." She spoke through the hoarseness, feeling her panties grow damp. She watched as he backed up from her and retook his seat on the couch, leaning back without prying his eyes away.

"Stand up for me," Miguel told her, and Simone did as he said without a second thought. He gave her a once-over, not knowing much about the Wu-Tang logo dawned on her oversized t-shirt, but deciding he wanted to see her gray sweatpants come off first. "Take those off." He ordered, gesturing to the trousers.

Simone was intrigued by the direction this game of Simon Says was taking, so she slowly slipped the pants down her thighs before they dropped to her ankles. Once they were kicked away, all that remained on her lower half were the pale pink underwear she put on simply for comfort, not style.

Knowing they weren't the sexiest selection of undies, she tucked her thumbs into the waistband to take them off, as well. The short hairs on her pelvis were exposed for a split second before Miguel put his hand in the air. "Not quite yet." He stopped her.

The elastic snapped back to her skin as she removed her thumbs, thinking back to how eagerly they were removed before. As she awaited her next task, she smoothed her hands over her bare thighs, attempting to iron out the goosebumps that scattered across her skin from the air's chill and red steel stare from the man before her.

Without another word, Miguel sat up on the cushion, bringing himself closer to the edge as he separated his left thigh from his right. Simone looked on with curiosity as he waved his hand at her in a come hither motion, then patted his thigh with the same hand. A wordless command that spoke volumes of what he had in mind.

Simone took a couple steps forward before turning to sit but was stopped in her tracks again by Miguel's big hands on her hips. "Not like that." He said, correcting her by maneuvering her back to face him. He brought her forward, placing his knee between her legs, and guided her body down.

His jeans grew tighter around his crotch as he felt the heat of her cunt through the denim. As much as he wanted to feel her wrapped around him, he needed this just as badly. It was something he had fantasized about when alone, and seeing as he couldn't fuck her to completion earlier, then with all the chaos that followed, he needed to watch her use him.

Simone looked at him with her big doe eyes needily as her swollen nub rested on his muscular thigh. She knew she had to wait for the word before acting, so she waited patiently while the pads of his fingers explored her skin.

More tendrils rose as his palms went up her shirt, admiring every valley, bump, curve, crevasse, and scar that resided on the otherwise soft skin. From there, he pulled her forward, folding his mouth into hers. His tastebuds tickled the roof of her mouth as he felt around the area he had become intimately familiar with.

"Go ahead," He whispered to her plainly. Simone didn't waste a second before rocking her hips, introducing much-needed pressure and friction to her achy clit. Soft, sheepish moans fell between them as Miguel's hands kneaded her breasts, and lips grazed her jaw.

Every bit of stress from the day disappeared as she rutted. At that moment, her focus was solely on the man she saw through fluttering eyelids and the encouraging words he whispered to her.

"That's it, mi conejito. Don't stop." The new pet name buzzed in her mind, essentially calling her his bunny. She never thought she'd like being called that until right then.

Her skin felt hot as her hips rolled faster, her panties entirely slick now as she braced her arms on Miguel's shoulders, riding like her life depended on it. She needed this so bad if anything else stopped her from climaxing tonight, she would surely scream.

"Go on. I wanna see you come."

Miguel's member was painful as he watched her come undone, finally seeing her without a thought in her mind for the first time all night. He felt her wetness seeping through the fabric of his pants as she writhed and shivered, gutturally groaning through the intense orgasm.

"Was that what you wanted?" He asked, smoothing his hands around her back, rubbing circles as she came back down with heavy breaths. A slight grin appeared over her slack lips, but no words came out as she reached between their bodies and unbuttoned his pants.

His body twitched as he felt Simone's hand reach into his boxers and wrap gently around his cock to release it from the binds of the fabric. She gave it one solid pump between her fingers, admiring him as his head rolled on his shoulders in ecstasy of finally feeling something.

He's just too goddamn pretty. Simone thought to herself as she raised from her spot on his thigh to remove the half-wedgied panties and gave them a small toss. They landed on his chest, nearly on his chin, and he picked them up to examine as she retrieved a rubber from her overnight bag.

Running his thumb over the slickness that gathered on the cotton, his cock twitched again. He wanted to feel her fully, relish in her wetness, and leave his mark inside her, but she would never go for it. Simone was far too careful to let him in bare.

Miguel had asked once before in a moment of weakness, desperately wanting to recreate his fantasy of filling her up, exploding deep inside her, but she declined. At least, now he knew why she refused. Though, he would like to say he would pull out if it meant finally slipping in her tight, soaked core-

I couldn't control myself.

When Simone finally had the condom secured over his cock, she straddled his lap and lined herself up for entry, feeling a bit giddy to ride him. As she slid down his length, she tried to stay as quiet as possible, listening to the breathy fuck that expelled from Miguel's lips, feeling her stretch and hug him.

He had waited hours to have her wrapped around him again and felt so desperate to come that he thought he would right then and there as she squeezed and relaxed her muscles, adjusting beautifully as always.

Simone braced her hands on his shoulders as she started rocking her hips, dipping her head back as she groaned with pleasure again. Miguel held her hips tightly, digging his fingertips into the soft meat between her tummy and thighs.

"You feel so good, cariño." He whispered weakly. She loved to hear it. Though Miggy might not know it, her goal wasn't to finish a second time but to milk his dick like it never had been before. She would make him crumble at her fingertips if it was the last thing she did.

"Yeah? You like my pussy, Miguel?" She spoke, attempting to keep a solid but sultry tone as the tip of his cock pushed against her favorite spot upon raising her hips. Her saying his name made him feel the wind leave his lungs, and he couldn't respond clearly but gave his best yes through a croak.

Simone knew he was putty in her hands. "You like the way I squeeze your cock?" She spoke again. This time, he could only manage a frantic nod as she rose to his tip and slammed herself back down to his base. Her pace had quickened, and he was far too mesmerized to focus on lasting much longer.

It was clear he was close. If the motion alone wasn't enough, the thought of his cock crying inside of her and the way he was acting was pushing her closer to her own high. Miguel's throat bobbed as he swallowed just enough saliva to form a sentence.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come soon if you keep doing that." He warned, referring to her tightening and releasing of his length. Her core coiled further at his words and the quiet squeak of the sofa under her knees.

God, I'm counting on it. She thought as she fucked herself faster on his cock, grinding it in and out.

Miguel's half-closed eyes focused heavily on her bouncing tits, hard nipples showing even though the black shirt and unconcealed by the logo of the... band? He still wasn't sure and didn't have the brainpower to think about it right then. His eyes flicked up to Simone's as another series of sinful moans slipped through her teeth. Her juices coated his balls, giving him an idea of what her hole must feel like right then.

That thought alone about did him in.

"Oh, god, Simone." He said helplessly and involuntarily. She had never seen him like this, but fuck was it doing it for her. Her thighs burned from the constant movement, but she ignored it, pumping him in and out with no rhyme or reason to the motions anymore. The peak was right there, burning brightly and finally.

"Come with me, Miguel. Come with me!" She commanded, and like a spell, it happened. He gripped her ass and forced her hips roughly flush with his, feeling her cunt convulse around him as he shot his warmth into the condom, convinced it was enough to cause it to burst.

She cried out loudly at the pressure releasing in her gut and rutted herself as best she could, riding out her orgasm as Miguel writhed under her, chest rising and falling rapidly and breathing loudly.

She collapsed forward and hugged herself to his body as they came down, relaxing to the feeling of his palm rubbing circles around her back under her shirt.

"So, what's a Wu-Tang?" Miguel finally asked through shallow breaths. Simone chuckled slightly, unsure if the question was meant to be serious. Hearing the sound made Miguel realize that this was one of those things where he didn't know about some significant part of pop culture, and he decided not to ask again.

She gathered herself on wobbly legs to step into the bathroom, still amused by the question and figuring he just had an insightful moment about where the group got their name. After all, there was no way anyone in their thirties hadn't heard of Wu-Tang Clan.

Miguel stood from the couch to dispose of the used rubber in his kitchen bin as Simone used his bathroom, feeling satisfied with how that went down, even if he did feel a bit powerless and at her mercy. It was unfamiliar.

"Good evening, Miguel. Have you been working out? Your heart rate is registerin-" Lyla popped in from his watch, seemingly loudly, and he pressed his palm over the hologram.

"Not now!" He bit, trying not to raise his voice above a whisper and hoping Simone didn't hear that through the thin walls. She seemingly had not, as he listened to the toilet flush and the bathroom door swing open behind him.

"My body's exhausted." She said before making a B-line to her backpack. She shuffled through the few belongings she packed, looking for her phone charger, and quickly realized she had forgotten it at her place. "Fuck."

"Missing something?" Miguel asked.

"My charger. I can't let my phone die, have to be up for work in the morning." She explained. Miggy took a look at his phone and shrugged,

"Just use mine. I have a spare."

Simone sighed with relief, thinking about how he had an extra charger but only three-ish pieces of furniture in his apartment.

"Really? No offense, but it doesn't seem like you have a spare... anything."

As Miguel looked around his sparsely decorated home, he couldn't help but laugh at the comment and shake his head,

"You're right. When I moved in, I didn't expect to stay very long." He admitted.

Clearly, that changed. I wonder why. Simone thought to herself, not wanting to pry further. She looked through the door in front of her at the full-sized bed and realized she was in a pickle:

Take the pills and risk the dreams, or get no sleep. Simone weighed both options, realizing how heavy her shoulders felt on her body. She desperately wanted to get some shut-eye before her appointments tomorrow, but her brain wouldn't let her sleep if she tried. She owed it to her patients to be fully charged, which meant taking the sleeping assisters.

What's the worst that could happen?

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aromantic-eight · 5 years ago

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The Mechanisms Starter Guide And Rec List

In light of my recent binge of All of the Mechanisms’ songs and albums and also a lot of their short stories, I thought I would compile my thoughts and recommendations into one post for when I inevitably yell about them to the friends I have willing to listen. I have somehow accumulated a handful of Magnus Archives followers in the last couple weeks, as well, so this may be a good starting place for those interested in checking out That Band Everyone Keeps Saying Jonny (and Basira and Nikola’s VAs) Are In.

What they are: The Mechanisms albums are basically musical stories. Some albums are an entire story in themselves, with alternating narration tracks with tracks that are characters in the story singing. Other albums are anthologies, where each track tells a different, self contained story or snapshot of a story. Almost all of these stories feature queer characters, often revolving around them. Every single story ends somewhere between bittersweet to tragically, and body count is high all around, so content warnings for violence and a lot of death for all of these. All opinions are my own and extremely biased. First, the Mechanisms’ four full story albums in order of which ones I like more. Then, comments on the anthology albums.

1) The Bifrost Incident (link)

Genre: Sci Fi Lovecraftian Horror. Summary: Set in a universe wherein Asgard is a conquering empire and Midgard (Earth) is an occupied planet. We follow a beleaguered transport official as he sifts through the surveillance footage found in the ruins of a crashed train. Odin’s train, which was to revolutionize space travel before it vanished on its maiden voyage decades ago. We’re introduced to four familiar figures from Norse mythology as the narrator tries to figure out which one of them crashed the train....

The genre gives you a clue as to how that ends.

Comments: I’d heard this album a couple years before I got into the Magnus Archives, and it still holds up as my favorite even after hearing the rest. The story and framing is, imo, the most solidly done out of all four albums, and the ending is poignant and emotionally satisfying even thought it is not, strictly speaking, happy. Which makes sense, given it’s their latest one and comes with the most experience. Absolutely fantastic depictions of Loki and Sigyn in this- this is also one of the very few Norse adaptations that seems to depict Loki as trans which is a major plus.

Once Upon A Time (In Space) (link) Genre: Sci-Fi Fairy Tale Mashup Summary: This album takes place in the middle of a long and bloody war between the evil King Cole and the rebellion fighting against his attempted conquest of the known universe. We’re introduced to numerous characters taking part, from foot soldiers to the rebel leader (Snow White) to the general (Rose Red) the king has captured and cloned to make an army of super soldiers, to the general’s fiancée (Cinderella), desperately searching for her lost love.

Comment: The story on this is pretty fun, and this album has my favorite collection of songs out of all of these. I’m still relistening to them all on repeat currently. It’s just a collection of remixes of old, familiar tunes from Good King Cole to the Tetris theme song. It’s also got my favorite of the band cameos, if you follow those. Also, you know that thing Magnus Archives did where it gave us touching hopeful moments before pulling the rug out from under them? Yeah that’s a Theme of Jonny’s, it seems.

Also very important is a prose epilogue called Ever After (link) that immediately follows up on the ending of the album proper and also answers what happened to Briar Rose. There are a bunch more codas to Once Upon A Time on their site as well (link), as well, detailing backstories of various characters.

And Alice (link) is a song set 60 years later and is very, very fun.

High Noon Over Camelot (link)

Genre: Sci Fi Western Summary: Gweneviere, Lancelot, and Arthur are three badass gunslingers in an old, rusted, very hot spaceship where a bunch of people are eking out an existence in harsh conditions. They're also all canonically dating each other. We follow The Trio as they take over a city (Camelot), Arthur loses his whole tribe to the Roving Saxon Bandits (except he doesn’t know they spared his kid and raised him as their own). A zealous preacher shows up and starts a quest for the grail, which is the only thing that can save the station.

Comments: Third on here because, while I may have spent a day and a half listening to the preacher's song on repeat, most of the other songs didn’t jump out at me quite the same way as songs on the previous two albums did. All the same, it’s a very neat concept with interesting characters, and other people will have different music taste than me! Bonus points for canon poly romance and canon trans Mordred.

Ulysses Dies At Dawn (link)

Genre: Dark Sci Fi Summary: In a dystopian city ruled over by the wealthy (Olympians) who have made themselves all immortal at the direct expense of the poor, we follow one war-hero-turned-drunk as a band of Four Misfit Ruffians beat him up for his Secret Vault With An Ultimate Weapon In it. Each of our five characters give their backstories, weaving a picture of the state of the city as they do, as they progress through several trials needed to open the vault.

Comments: There’s some nice worldbuilding happening here, but as you might guess by its place on this list this album drew me in the least of the four. I do wanna give a shoutout to it, though, for ending on the happiest note of all four albums. Like. Everyone still dies, but there’s a deep, peaceful note to the last song that makes it so you can’t feel too bad about that.

There are two anthology albums (Tales to be Told, link, and Tales to be Told II, link) and a single in addition to the previously mentioned ones. These are a bit of a hodge podge of songs from stand alones, to songs relating to the Mechanism band members’ personas, to songs attached to one of the story albums.

Firstly, the Mechanisms songs. Every story album features some sort of cameo from the band itself, and the band is what ties everything together into the same universe. Every band member in the Mechanisms has their own character, as the concept behind the Mechanisms is that they are a ship full of immortal serial killers who fly around and sing in between wiping out planets for fun. All of their shows are done in-character. There are four origin songs scattered through both anthology albums, and there is no way to tell which ones they are aside from looking through their website and putting them together. All four of these songs, however, can also be found in a liveshow Revenge of Spaceport Mahon (link), with additional context and commentary. If you’re interested in learning more about the strange people who keep making cameos in all of the story albums, it’s a very good place to start.

Studio versions of the songs featured in Revenge of Spaceport Mahon, in order, because the audio isn’t always great: - One Eyed Jacks (link) - Jonny D’Ville (Jonny’s character) - Gunpowder Tim vs The Moon Kaiser (link) - Gunpowder Tim, & also a solo by the Toy Soldier, aka Jessica Law, Nikola’s VA - Lucky Sevens (link) - Ashes O’Reilly (Frank Voss, Basira’s VA) - Lost in The Cosmos (link) - DrumBot Brian

Additionally: The Ignominious Demise of Dr. Pilchar (link), and several short stories on their website (link).

Other Notable Recs

A single, Frankenstein (link) Summary: Frankenstein is a programmer who made a sentient AI who rebelled when humanity tried to shut it down after it tried to self-replicate. It’s a gorgeous song all through and I love it a lot.

Notable stand-alones from the anthologies Stranger (link) - Oh my love, what madness can this be? / In your place a monster I do see? Actaea and Lyssa (link) - Sister don't you know me sister don't you know me don't you know me … Twisted Threads (link) - We don't deceive / We just twist the way that they perceive

#am i putting this in a main tag?#nope #f: gotta say i'm in the mood for violence #Stranger is also 1000% an ozqrow au song #idk what au but I Love It #long post

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