#types of pool cleaners

[therandomartmaker]

DPxDC, of dead hearts and brothers.

danny is damian’s older brother au; reincarnation type. danyal is the soft-hearted but still exemplary heir, but convinces ra’s that it is better to have him be the right-hand to damian, losing his heirship. ra’s, having danny as his favourite (cough danny and his inability to not be involved with old creeps lmao) allows him this; thinking that it’d allow danyal to be protected and also give him another option for youth (taking over damian’s body, afo-shigaraki style /hj)

this is all fine and dandy until ra’s decides damian has reached an equal skill to danyal’s stagnant training, and sets up a fight to the death. the lazarus pits are always there for the al ghul family, after all. he expects danyal to win. he expects damian to learn that all of his children are disposable. precious, but tools for ra’s’ use (all except precious danyal, the heart that kept giving).

danyal dies, damian’s sword stabbed into his heart, his last advice to “drive it in harder.” and his last words, “congratulations, brother.”

they bring him to lazarus pit, but it takes him. he sinks into the pool of acrid green and they wait; hours. a day. a week. he doesn’t resurface. they continue waiting because what else are they to do? they are al ghuls, not danal. not precious danyal who could mourn.

this proceeds, a sigil at the pit’s edge once a month, waiting for the lost son to return; but eventually damian is brought before the bat (far less dramatic, ra’s was tired of damian’s growing frustration without danyal to soothe him but no assassin’s had the same emotional state as danyal to provide a pseudo-sibling to play the same role; thus the bats’ family was the next option)

the bats only find out abt danyal when damian sets up for a day of fasting, facing the direction of the pit.

it’s dick who asks why he is fasting, and damian explains calmly. They learn of the boy who knew kindness, of the al ghul’s heart, of the prodigal heir turned advisor to damian. they learn of damian’s brother. when they find out why he’s dead, horror drips down their spines, at damian being forced to kill someone who’d only done good for him.

damian has one thing to say; “Danyal’s advice was not ‘how to kill’. i killed far better than he, after all. i was efficient, but danyal worked cleaner. Danyal’s advice… was ‘to kill your heart.’”

time moves on; damian is adjusted to ‘outside life’ far easier, danyal taught him how to interact with others and understand that words are rarely literal. the lazarus pits are quiet, madness unlikely in those brought from it, and jason affected far less in the long term. until one day there is a knock at the manor door.

alfred opens it, to see a dark haired young adult, assassins’ garb, injured. he does not seem conscious. alfred brings him in; calling the rest to reach a decision on how to treat him, and what his intentions are.

Damian wakes up to the sight of his brother in the moment that damian killed him.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: Meat-Eating Plants

Bladderwort - its sensitive hairs, when touched by prey, open the trapdoor, which then swells up and sucks the victim into a pouch

Butterwort - its sticky hairs, present on only the summer leaves, trap insects

Cobra plant - see-through windows on the hood confuse trapped prey who tire themselves out trying to escape

Powdery strap airplant - the leaves have pools of water between them where drowned insects are digested

Sun pitcher plant - its tube-shaped leaves produce nectar to attract insects, which are digested by bacteria in the trap

Sundew - its sensitive hairs covered in sticky juices wrap around the prey

Tropical pitcher plant - its bright, slippery lip attracts insects; the undigested parts of insects sink to the bottom of the colorful trap

Trumpet pitcher plant - its tubelike traps contain downward-pointing hairs to prevent their victims’ escape

Venus flytrap - its trap closes in less than a second when trigger hairs are touched; its long teeth keep insects inside as the trap closes

Waterwheel plant - underwater traps snap shut in 1⁄50 of a second when triggered by prey

INSIDE A PITCHER PLANT

Brightly colored lip, slippery with sweet nectar, attracts prey.

Waxy insides ensure the insect cannot climb out.

Insect drowns in a pool of digestive juices.

A lid prevents rain from flooding the pitcher.

Some tropical species have pitchers that hang from tendrils.

NOTES

Meat-eating plants often grow in bogs, trapping insects and other small animals to get the nitrogen and minerals they need that are missing from the wet soil.

There are different types of meat-eating, or carnivorous, plants.

Waterwheel plants and Venus flytraps have snap traps, which quickly close shut around their victims.

Pitcher plants have a lip of nectar to attract their prey. The insects then fall into the pitcher (jug) of digestive juices, which break down their bodies.

The flypaper traps of the butterwort and sundew have sticky hairs that make sweet treats to attract insects, which they digest slowly.

The bladderwort is an amazing plant with leaves that have evolved over a long time to form pouchlike traps to help them get the nutrients they need to survive. Its underwater traps are triggered by sensitive hairs and act like vacuum cleaners to suck in small prey as they swim by.

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[rissararity]

Little excerpt from an Omegaverse Logan fic I'm writing for funzies. Below cut gets NSFW!

Everyone always assumed Logan liked tough, red lipped, leather jacket types and he did…to pump and dump on his ruts.

But on the extremely rare occasion he imagined his perfect mate, she was always delicate and wore calming, peaceful colored dresses and skirts.

Dresses and skirts he could hike up at his convenience.

A lady, and a whore.

Excuse me while I re-read this until my squee's die down.

I just love the thought of gruff, grumpy Alpha Logan x sunshine omega.

- He'd be the very definition of scary dog privilege. No one messes with his little Dove and lives to take another breath.

- Before they mated, he'd hate every guy she went out with and not think anyone was good enough for her

- He looks so angry in public. Crowds make way as he nears. Yet the chatty little omega on his arm is bouncing on her heels and smiling up at him without a hint of fear or discomfort.

-Total opposites, yet so perfect for each other.

-Dove is tougher than she looks and likes it rough.

-She accepts his feral side and can take his ruts like a champ. He loves watching her normally taught little belly inflate with his loads, and plugging her while she rests to keep it inside.

- She belongs to Logan, after all. She'd be full of him constantly if he had his way, and he did his best to achieve that goal.

-Skirts! The skirts! His rough, calloused hands slide up her soft legs, beneath the pastel blue fabric. She immediately spreads her thighs for him.

-If she's super dtf, she doesn't wear panties under her skirt at all. His sharp eyes can see the lack of panty line a mile away.

-Possessive. He hates when Dove has to be the distraction during a mission and as soon as possible fucks her against the wall in the nearest alley or dark corner as if to re-establish his claim.

-She loves how his touch erases the memory of the previous one, and she actually feels CLEANER once his thick cum is slowly pooling into her panties.

- Sometimes he jumps the gun and does this before the mission is actually done. If they can't risk anyone catching a whiff, Alpha Logan is very happy to plug her tight little pussy with a special device until she can safely evacuate it upon their return.

-Pretty free use, though he very much values her comfort and consent. Her little omega hip wiggles to encourage him just before he enters are a personal favorite.

- Grunts, and growls. Purrs that rub her brain AND her clit. She can FEEL the deep, gruff sounds coming from his thick, muscular torso. His breath in her ear shakes and shutters.

- "Mine." He snarls, arms curling tighter around her as if someone were going to try and take her from him.

-Logan would shred anyone who tried to ribbons, of course.

- Dirty talk! Experienced, confident Logan loves to praise his little cum slut. Telling her he's gonna give her so much she'll be leaking for DAYS.

- Speaking of, you know Alpha Logan has just as much stamina as any super soldier and his loads are twice the size.

-During ruts she finds herself feeling sloshy after a while but she couldn't care less. This is exactly what she wanted.

She may be a lady, but for her alpha, she IS a whore.

And he loves her.

(Might make a fully SFW version of this sometime)

[minty-drop]

hello there can you do a platonic ford x demon reader

so reader is a demon of negative energy so others would think they are dangerous but nope the reader just spends most of their time nice and calm but also in pillow bases and forts all over the shak when the reader can and ford is just taking notes while it's happening and gets pulled into one of the forts with them.

Platonic ford x demon reader

Warnings: none

Type: headcanon platonic

✎ᝰ. Ford was always naturally a smart and intelligent person. So why in his right mind did he decide to let you stay here in the shack with them? For the research of course.

✎ᝰ. Negative energy is more cosmic then most think, unbounded by the pull of the universe itself, for negative energy simply isn’t emotion. In fact, emotion doesn’t even have to do with the feeding process of these forces of raw energy itself like most would assume from the name itself. A festering pool of dark energy collected in a plain of existence where space bends and time slows. matter not visible to the eye yet so powerful it sucks in anything, similar to how a vacuum cleaner sucks in surrounding dust from the suction force of the machine itself, trapping those particles inside it. A plain of existence far from man’s comprehension. Invisible to all senses until it is too late. To be hunted by creatures that aren’t physically present.

✎ᝰ. Some call them demons, violent creatures of sin and wrath, grasping everything in their claws like a wild animal caged in a chamber of fire. This depiction was far, far from the truth of these extraordinary beings, these beings powerful enough to break through there own worlds boundaries to exceed beyond there own realms in search for something as a shared goal. It was different from a hive mind, far more complex than any.

✎ᝰ. It seemed though you in particular strayed far from that collective mind, having made yourself home cocooned in the plush blanket fort that not so neatly draped blankets over chairs to form its shelter from the ceiling fans light, pillow cases and couch cushions shoved inside the fort itself to finish off the cozy makeshift tent like bed. How odd.

✎ᝰ. The only evidence of your presence was the invisible force picking up the blankets, and draping them around yourself, enjoying staring at the tvs flashing lights and colours that illuminated the room. It was fascinating how you could see the dimension you were in yet, no one could see you. Perhaps you were a higher being, or perhaps your realm was a dimension between the third and fourth? A path way to both ends where the universe is at its thinned string when meeting ends.

✎ᝰ. Perhaps your presence wasn’t entire here, a face of yourself that is projected to interact with the social life of a different realm? To research just like him. Even so. Why insist on him joining you in the tent. You couldn’t feel warmth from the blankets and yet you clung to them, you couldn’t speak to him but continued to gesture with objects around to communicate. Why go through the trouble of it? What was the purpose of it?

✎ᝰ. Though, this wasn’t entirely bad, for this shall be a new opportunity for him. And perhaps for you as well to learn about your realms and each other.

Do not copy and claim my work as your own

[xaeethebaee]

random nsfw hcs part 3? 👀 (i’m tryna see sum about baji)

Random NSFW Headcanons Part Three

MINORS DNI! 18+ FOLKS ONLY!

You asked, so I am delivering. Just like the first two times, these are random sexual headcanons about the characters of Tokyo Revengers.

Warnings: Implied violence, mentions of vomit, implied food play, VERY awkward dirty talk, and rim jobs

A/n: Please keep in mind that every single character is over 18!

Hanma thought it would be funny to blow cigarette smoke into your pussy. He has a broken nose now. (Off to a great start lol)

Sanzu often thinks about whether or not he has a bigger dick than Mikey

Shion's favorite sex position is reverse cowgirl because of how fast it makes him cum. He also cums so hard that he quickly gets overstimulated

Speaking of Shion's love for overstimulation, he'll stay in that position until he's sobbing and shooting blanks

Izana has a peculiar habit of lifting your skirt and smacking your ass no matter the location

Yuzuha's favorite place to sit is on your face (as the Queen should!)

Rindou has an entire playlist for sex. These are all songs that he has mixed himself

Don't complain about period cramps around Benkei because he will definitely love to fuck the cramps out of you

Kisaki's favorite method of punishing you is by handcuffing your hands to the bed and edging you with toys for hours

Wrap a fruit roll up around Nahoya's dick and suck it until the candy dissolves will cause him to propose on the spot

Mitsuya secretly taught Inupi the trick of getting girls to squirt with just his fingers

The slow and romantic love-making types are SHINICHIRO, KAKUCHO, HAKKAI, MITSUYA, Kokonoi, Souya, Benkei, Peh, Rindou, Chifuyu, Sanzu, South, and Mucho

Baji has volunteered you to model for Mitsuya's newest and sexiest lingerie set

One day, Rindou accidentally walked in on Ran holding a cucumber. He quickly left before he could witness what could happen next.

Kokonoi writes erotica novels using sexual experiences told by members of Toman and Black Dragons

Takemichi made Hinata cum by just sucking on her nipples

Wakasa once sprayed whipped cream all over your pussy and proceeded to lick it completely clean

Who lives for fucking while being recorded? (wannabe pornstars lol) HANMA, SOUTH, RAN, Sanzu, and Shion.

Ran has MANY sex tapes with his ex-girlfriends

Surprisingly, Hanma has a low body count (less than 10 people)

Mitsuya never had a threesome until Baji randomly showed up at his studio with you - his girlfriend

These dudes LOVE to have their faces to be sat on. SHION, HANMA, SOUTH, Kokonoi, Shinichiro, Takeomi, Mikey, and Mucho

Kisaki likes head more than sex because it makes him feel more dominant

South gets so filthy when he is eating your pussy, so prepare for him to also give your ass some attention too. Honestly, he'll worship your entire body with his tongue

Inupi is actually really self-conscious when it comes to sex so please reassure him

Pah-chin and his wife are members of the Mile-High club

Draken's dirty talk NEEDS improvement. "You wanna be fucked, bitch?" he asks in a monotone voice, completely destroying the mood

On the flip side, the king of Dirty Talk is hands down WAKASA IMAUSHI. The things he'll whisper in your ear will have you feeling your heartbeat in your clit

Taiju loves fucking missionary since he gets to watch your face contort with pleasure under him

Speaking of Taiju, he has MAJOR breeding kink energy

Smiley once stuck his fingers so deep down your throat that it caused you to vomit. It turned him on more

The day Kazutora was given a boobjob was the day he shot boatloads of cum all over your chest. It was so much that he could've impregnated an entire village

Chifuyu went through a phase where he would roleplay cheesy porn plots with you (ex: wife fucking the pool cleaner guy)

The rough-fucking types (bye bye your ability to walk for a day): HANMA, BAJI, SMILEY, Kisaki, Mocchi, Ran, Izana, Senju, and Taiju

Hakkai forgets that he has a big dick way too often so he'll try fucking without properly prepping you. Please remind him unless you like the pain

Senju LOVES boobplay - whether it be receiving or giving

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

These are just some more that I can think of. Don't expect a part 4 any time soon lol

Just a quick announcement, my next big project is centered around members of the Tokyo Manji Gang. They will be sharing their wildest sex stories. If you want to be on the taglist for that, let me know. (If you're wandering, the Reader x Draken x Hanma threesome is included in that)

[britany1997]

Sunkissed

Pool Boy! Michael x Fem! Rich! Reader

Hope y’all enjoy this collab @misslavenderlady and I did based off a poll she did about a pool boy fic:) we did equal work on this fic so please interact with both posts equally!!! Writing with Lave is so much fun! She’s kind and encouraging and they deserve the love!!!

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, brat/brat tamer, soft dom, thigh fucking, praise kink, don/sub dynamics, massage, nipple play, semi public sex, cum marking, aftercare

Working during the summertime wasn't something that bothered Michael. He wasn't really the type of guy to waste the days sleeping in or going to bonfire parties. There was an itch within him to keep moving, get some work done, tackle some chores or pick up an odd job. He simply couldn't keep still for long. 

So in between his beach cleaning gig, he managed to find some clients who would pay him as a pool cleaner. People in Santa Carla who had their own private pools were quite generous with money, and that certainly motivated Michael to take on the jobs. 

Being that he was an incredibly handsome young man with a hardworking, polite personality, he gained quite a bit of popularity amongst the ladies of Santa Carla. He paid them no mind though. He just wanted to get his work done.

Your parents had hired him to take care of the pool while they were in Aruba for the summer. Though he couldn’t deny that the vision of your bikini-clad, sunbathing form was a beautiful sight, he’d figured you’d be no different from any of the other girls that threw themselves at him.

He looked over subtly to see your nimble fingers flipping through the pages of Cosmopolitan while sipping a smoothie. He rolled his eyes to himself. Yeah, you weren’t any different. Michael unclipped his sunglasses from his shirt and slid them on before taking out a net to skim leaves and debris off the surface of the pool.

Little did Michael know that your eyes weren't on the magazine in your hands. Hidden behind your designer sunglasses, your gaze was right on the handsome guy. You used to think that girls crushing on pool boys was a laughable cliche. After all, your family has previously hired the most dimwitted guys who half-assed their work. Such a turn-off. 

But Michael wasn't like that at all. He was actually a hard worker and put some real muscle into the tasks he was given. And he looked DAMN good doing it. 

That perfect, glowing skin, those strong arms, and those eyes that were bluer than the water in the pool. You had a big, fat crush on the guy, and you were going to milk this for all it was worth. 

"Hey Mikey!" you called out to him in between sips of your drink. "You missed a spot by the steps!" 

A nonexistent spot that was chosen in an area where you could get a better view of his back muscles, of course. 

Michael cringed at the nickname, but still headed over to clean the imaginary grime from the spot to humor you. 

Your lips turned up into a satisfied smile as you watched his muscles ripple. You sucked down the last of your smoothie as you imagined what it would be like to suck on something else.

As Michael finished amusing you, the sound of your fingers snapping garnered his attention. He watched as a suit-clad man rushed towards you so that you could set your empty smoothie glass on his silver tray. 

“Strawberry banana this time,” you ordered the man, “and no chunks, you know I hate that.” Your nose crinkled in disgust at the thought of a non-smooth smoothie.

Michael quirked an eyebrow, watching your little display while cleaning the sediment from the pool walls. 

"You know, it's already unfair enough that he has to wait on you like you're a little princess. Do you really have to make him do it in that monkey suit?" Michael quipped. 

Your pretty, red lips pulled up into a smirk. You angled your sunglasses downward to watch him more carefully. 

"I'm not the one who assigned the uniform, honey. But by all means, don't feel pressured to do the same. You can wear whatever you want around here~"

All you could think about was getting him from a bathing suit to a birthday suit. You’d spent many days by the pool imagining that hunk finally showing you all of what he was blessed with. You had to find a good way to thank your parents for hiring him.

Michael pursed his lips, but before he could reply, your butler returned with your smoothie. 

You took the cup from the tray, wrapping your full lips around the pink, swirly straw and sucking a bit to make sure it was to your liking, smiling as the flavors hit your tongue. 

“Thanks, Jeeves, that’s all for now,” you dismissed him with a flick of your wrist.

The man gave a little bow before heading back into the house, you presumed to go and dust some of your mother’s beloved antiques. 

Michael shook his head. “Is that even his name?” he asked.

“Dunno,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders, “not my job to know it.”

Michael crossed his arms over his chest. You pouted as your view was obscured. 

“You’re a real spoiled brat you know?” 

Your jaw dropped at his boldness, but you quickly regained your composure. “Didn’t know you had that in ya Mikey,” you teased. “Whatcha gonna do about it, spank me?”

The Emerson boy was no dummy. He knew exactly what you were trying to do. You liked playing around with boy toys without any consequences. Well, that would never fly in everyday life. All the struggle and humbleness his family experienced helped him realize that. 

He was going to make certain you learned a lesson about the real world. 

Michael let the net fall from his hand, the cleaning device splashing loudly into the water below. Curiosity rose within you as he stepped closer to your spot. Soon enough Michael was hovering over you, seeing you down while he slipped his glasses down and gazed at you with those piercing baby blues. 

"No. You're gonna apologize for being a little brat."

You nearly choked on that last sip of smoothie you had. Your head was spinning at that statement. 

"Excuse me?? Who the fuck do you think you're talking t-"

"Stop that!" 

Your words were cut down with a mere raise of his voice. To your own surprise, you felt yourself tremble beneath him. Between his height over you and the booming sound of his words, you were suddenly feeling quite small compared to him.

"Bad girls don't get what they want. Only good girls do. So," Michael began. In one swift motion, he grabbed the glass in your hand and effortlessly plucked it out of your grasp. "you're gonna be a good little lady and apologize for your behavior. It's the only way you're getting this back."

You sat up on your lawn chair in shock. Your mouth opened, then closed, then opened, then closed again. It felt like one of those novelty-singing fish your dad had hanging over the fireplace at your winter chalet.

While you didn’t want to give in, you also wanted your smoothie back…and despite yourself, Michael kind of made you want to be a good girl. You cleared your throat before speaking. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Michael scoffed and leaned forward. “What was that?” he teased.

You huffed at him. “I said, I’m sorry… Michael, I’m very sorry.” 

He smiled and handed you your cup. “Good girl, I knew you could do it,” he leaned forward to kiss your cheek and pat your head softly. 

You gasped as your cheeks turned bright pink at his touch.

If Michael had noticed your embarrassment, he didn’t let on. When he pulled away from your cheek, he picked up his net as if nothing had happened and returned to his work. 

You laid back in shock, that was not how you’d expected the day to go. Your blush deepened as you realized your bikini bottoms had dampened and not from the pool water. You liked being Michael’s good girl.

Lost in your own thoughts, you missed Michael’s smirking face as he shot you subtle glances. He could tell you’d never had anyone tell you what to do your entire life. He’d enjoy being the first. Hmm, maybe you were different.

Although your mind was swimming with confusion and flirtatious thoughts of Michael, you still had enough focus to go about your routine. Every day the sun was out you got some tanning done before doing laps in the pool. By the time Michael was finished, it would be perfect for your swim. 

Until then, you were going to get that gorgeous summer glow that would be the envy of all your other rich friends. 

With a deep breath and a shake of your head, you reached under your chair to grab hold of the trusty bottle of tanning oil you preferred. You gave it a hefty shake before holding out your palm to take some in.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Michael's voice stopped you in your tracks. If the smoothie stealing hadn't shocked you before, this certainly did. 

"What??"

The curly-haired boy tsked while shaking his head in sheer disappointment. He crossed his arms over his strong chest as he eyed you once again. 

"You're going to get skin cancer with the stuff. You better put on sunblock or you're gonna turn into a raisin, little lady."

You pouted and whimpered without even thinking, the pink tinge returning to your cheeks. “But I don’t have any sunblock,” you admitted.

Michael sighed overdramatically, “what am I gonna do with you?” he lightly scolded before running to his bag.

“We can share mine,” he told you. “Lay down for me.”

You scrambled to do as he asked, laying out on your stomach on the lawn chair. Though you couldn’t see him from your position, his lips were curled up at your obedience. You were a quick learner. 

“That’s my good girl,” he purred as his hands skimmed the small of your back teasingly.

You could only bury your face deep against the chair so he wouldn't catch the deeper shade of blush on your face. He was already making you feel so flustered, yet his fingers were only touching a small part of you. 

"Better get rid of this so I don't make a mess."

Before you could even think to ask what he meant, your ears were greeted by the sound of fabric being scrunched before something was tossed to the side of your lounge chair. A tiny squeak fell from your lips as you caught sight of Michael's shirt on the ground.

There was no way this was happening. Your pool boy was going to rub sunblock on you while half-naked. The more you thought about it, the wetter your bikini bottoms got. 

"Gotta get a good, thick layer of this on ya, okay?" Michael spoke, slathering the cream onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together to warm it up some. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

“You don’t have to be…” you whispered to yourself more than anyone, but he smirked all the same.

Michael began to knead the sunscreen into your shoulders and back softly. He was almost as good as your massage therapist. You made a mental note to offer him that position when his pool cleaning gig was up. You wanted to keep him around for as long as possible, no matter what. 

When Michael finished with your upper half, he moved to your legs, running his fingers up and down your calves, coating your skin. As his hands began to drag up your thighs, you felt yourself grow warmer and it wasn’t from the sun. It took everything in you not to moan at his gentle caresses.

You knew Michael’s hands were likely calloused from all the hard work he did, but his feather-light touches felt so soft. His fingers skimmed the hem of your bikini bottoms as he continued to rub the sunscreen into your skin. Though you hadn’t thought it was possible, you could feel your face burn even hotter. 

You moved to flip onto your back, but Michael splayed a hand on your back, keeping you pressed into the chair. “Be good and still for me. Okay, honey?”

God, he really was a dream. The way Michael was on top of you and giving orders was driving you wild. You couldn't stop yourself from nibbling just a bit on your bottom lip. 

"O-Okay," you stuttered. When he decided he was ready, he flipped you onto your back, causing a gasp to leave your lips. You didn’t dare to say anything, you still wanted to be his good girl. 

The way the rays of the sun shined down on his sculpted body looked too perfect. Your eyes watched carefully as he spread another coat of sunblock onto his hands. He started with your stomach, massaging the area as he had done with your back. Once again, the lulling comfort of relaxation fell over you thanks to his touch. 

You didn't have a worry or care being like this with Michael. He was so firm, yet so gentle with you. Now that he could see your face, that was far more clear to him. 

The moment of peace was only interrupted when Michael took hold of your thighs.

"Wh-What're yo-"

"Shh shhhh, don't be scared, honey," Michael cooed, his soft words contrasting with how he threw your ankles onto his shoulder. "I gotta get all of those special spots on your skin~"

You followed Michael's orders and kept still and silent. While you were internally freaking out, he was casually rubbing sunblock along the length of your perfect legs. He pushed himself closer to you, his hips grazing the special spot where your bikini bottoms were. 

When he finished with your legs, he leaned over you, his brown curls falling around his face like a halo. 

He moved even closer, the curve of your ass rested on his thighs while your legs were still slung over his shoulder. You opened your mouth to speak but he shushed you. 

Michael glanced down at your right hand, resting by the side of your head, and moved to lace his fingers with yours. Your heart warmed at the feeling of your hands pressed together. There was something so sweet and intimate about how he held your hand. 

His other hand fiddled with your bikini top, pulling gently at the strings. “Now that I’ve done your back…” he traced a finger over your collarbone, “do you want me to do your front?”

You almost couldn't believe this was happening. Not too long ago Michael was rolling his eyes at you while scooping leaves out of your pool. Now he was offering to strip you down and get extra handsy with the sunblock. 

All those times you acted like a spoiled princess seemed so stupid now. Why would you keep misbehaving when you could give in and let Michael treat you like a good girl? Like HIS good girl. 

"Yes, Michael," you whispered. 

With his striking baby blues focused on you, he pulled the string of your top. The fabric slipped off with ease, revealing your breasts to him. Even with just a glance at your body, you could see the hazed look of lust take over on his face. It made your skin burn hotter than ever. 

"Perky little thing, aren't you?" He cooed. His fingers glided down your chest and over the nipples presented before him. The heat of his body contrasted with the coldness of the lotion, toying with your sensitive spots quite a bit. 

If that didn't make you whimper with lust, the feeling of his erection poking your thigh certainly did. 

You shouldn't have been surprised, given he was a hot-blooded man enjoying a shirtless lady underneath him. Then again, you were more than happy to find out he had an impressive size. You couldn’t remember the last time you enjoyed yourself with a guy.

“Hmm,” Michael hummed, faking concern.

“What is it?” you asked with a pout, worried you’d done something wrong.

“The sunscreen, it’s not gonna stay on here,” he said as his fingers skimmed over your nipples once more. “Too wet.”

“What?” your brow furrowed in confusion, “How are they-” 

You couldn’t finish your sentence when Michael’s mouth sealed around your breast. You gasped and arched your back into his mouth, loving the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple. The hand that wasn’t clasping his found its place in his perfect brown curls. When he’d finished toying with you he pulled back. 

“See? Way too wet,” he told you with a wink. You could only mutter a flustered ‘mhmm’ in response.

Not wanting to keep you waiting, Michael dove right back in, continuing his work with your other nipple. He let out a soft groan around the flesh, clearly aroused by how you felt in his mouth. Instead of swirling his tongue again, he sucked gently, stimulating you quite a bit. 

"Ooooh god~" you sighed. The grip of your fingers in his hair grew tighter as your arousal got stronger. You were dripping wet for Michael at this point. Your brain was completely clouded while your body took in all of the pleasure. 

"You taste so good, honey. Makes me want you even more than I already do."

Now you were REALLY hot and bothered. Michael's voice sounded so husky and hungry to you. The more he toyed with you, the stronger your need for him got. 

"Michael," you whimpered out. 

"Hmm? What's going on, honey?" he smirked, playing dumb with you. It only made you even whinier. 

"I need more! Please….please don't tease me…."

Michael laughed softly to himself. He dragged a finger down your abdomen, making your stomach muscles clench. “You wanna feel me in here?” he stroked his finger over your clothed pussy lightly.

You had never had to beg for anything in your life, and Michael could tell. Tears started to well in your eyes and your lip popped out as you nodded.

He pretended to consider your request, “I don’t know honey, do you think you’ve earned it?”

Now the tears had started to roll down your cheeks as you knew the answer to that question, maybe you could convince him otherwise?

“Yes…yes Michael I’ve earned it,” you swore.

Michael sighed. “You were mean to your butler, you teased me…doesn’t sound like good girl behavior to me.”

“But- but I apologized! And I was so good just now! I- please Michael,” you begged for the second time in your life.

“Don’t talk back baby,” Michael scolded and your lips immediately clamped shut. “Still,” he considered, “you have a point, I guess you have tried to be good for me today…maybe I can give you something.”

You would have done anything for him. “Thank you, Michael! I’ll be so good, I promise!”

“Yeah? You gonna be good and take what you’re given,” he smirked.

“Yes! Yes, Michael! Whatever you want.”

He loved the sound of that. Even if Michael was acting stern with you, he was still a very giving and kind lover. He wouldn't let your pleading fall on deaf ears. 

His hands moved gracefully, taking hold of each side of your bikini. You softly mewled from the sensation of a nearby breeze on your exposed bottom half once the last piece of clothing was discarded. Michael was left positively ravenous at the sight of such a wet, glistening pussy. 

"Holy shit," he sighed, running his tongue over his lips. "God, I gotta show you what you're doing to me, baby." 

It didn't take long for you to figure out what that meant. Far less gentle with himself than with you, Michael practically tore off his swim trunks. In mere seconds, his cock sprang out, thick and twitching with arousal. 

Your mouth fell open and your eyes shimmered at such a sight. He was so impressive. 

"Oooh my~" you said. "How'd you hide a big thing like that all this time?" 

"I dunno. But I guess I can't help how it shows when I got you under me, honey~"

Michael took hold of your thighs again, gently touching them as he pushed his body close to you. Your perfect breasts pushed up against his toned chest while he pressed his forehead against yours. You could smell the gum on his breath and it made you feel positively desperate to kiss him. 

"Listen closely," Michael whispered to you. "If you want to stop at any time, please don't be afraid to say so. I'll take care of you, but I need to keep you safe. Do you understand?"

Your heart raced from his words. Even when he was teasing, he was still so sweet with you. Michael sure beat all the arrogant trust fund assholes you’d messed around with in the past. He was a special guy.

“I understand, and I’ll tell you if I need to stop,” you promised.

Michael smiled down at you, “That’s my good girl,” he cupped your cheek before his hands gripped your thighs once more.

You bit your lip, “Michael?”

“Mhmm,” he stopped what he was doing and met your gaze. His lips pulled up into a smile at your blushing face. 

“Can I have a kiss before you start? Please?” you asked.

Michael’s smile grew even wider at such a cute request. He was proud of himself for seemingly taming you into his perfect, good girl in less than a day. “Since you asked so nicely…”

He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose before beginning to grind against your thighs softly. You gasped at the friction, he was barely touching you and you already felt like you could come apart on your lawn chair.

Before you could whine for a proper kiss, Michael ceased any teasing and went right in. His lips were perfect in every way. Warm, soft, and fit so well with your own. Never before had a boy made you positively melt from just a first kiss. 

But Michael wasn't going to stop the passion there. He was a romantic at heart and wanted to keep you happy. With one hand caressing your cheek and the other grazing over one of your legs, he moved his body with yours some more. 

"My good girl~" he groaned. The tip of his cock was pushed past your thighs, so achingly close to your cunt. He let each inch of his length through as well. The two of you each let out a moan as his cock brushed over your pussy lips, getting soaked with just a small touch. 

"Keep your legs nice and tight for me, okay? I'm gonna fuck your pretty thighs like this~"

You nodded furiously and whimpered at his words. He smiled down at you. “You’re so cute like this, such a pretty girl for me.”

You beamed at his praise as you clenched your thighs tightly around him. His head fell to the crook of your neck and he moaned as you squeezed him. Your arms immediately gripped the lawn chair as your body felt overcome by the feeling of his cock brushing up against you.

“Do you hear how good you’re making me feel, baby?” he asked. “You’re being such an angel right now, holding me so tight. That’s my girl.” 

You sighed blissfully, ‘his girl.’ He had you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t even care.

Michael rolled his hips into your thighs at a slow and steady rhythm, occasionally brushing against your pussy and making you see stars.

"Mmmh! M-Michael~" you sighed out for him. You hadn't expected this to feel so amazing. He didn't even need to penetrate you to get your body going. The way his cock pushed against your thighs and clit was just so perfect. Even if you couldn't have more, you still loved what it was now. 

"Pretty little princess, arentcha~?" he cooed in your ear. Michael grabbed your hips tighter and thrust his hips at a faster pace. He tugged you upward a bit, letting your lower half lift from the chair. 

He brought his mouth to yours again, kissing you deeply while he fucked you. The precum dripping from the tip of his cock made your thighs and pussy so very slippery. He just made you so warm all over, and you didn't want it to stop for even a moment.

You wanted to touch him so badly, to wrap your fingers in his brown curls and pull, or to grip his toned shoulders as he fucked you, not so gently. But you knew better than to do anything without permission.

You managed to let out a breathy, “Michael…” between whimpers and moans. “Mhmm?” his tone has an almost condescending tinge to it, but you didn’t care. Maybe you didn’t mind being put in your place a little.

“Let me touch you? Please?” you begged.

Michael’s lips parted in shock. He had to hold back a snide remark about how the brat had already been fucked out of you, and he wasn’t even in you. Oh, but you were so vulnerable like this with your eyes glassed over and your supple lips pressed into the prettiest pout. Michael was a lot of things, but he wasn’t cruel.

He smirked down at you, not letting up from his pace, but moving closer to your clit with each thrust, a little reward for asking for what you wanted. “Where do you wanna touch me honey?”

He shifted his weight to support himself with one hand, while he grasped your hand sweetly with the other. 

"I won't lie, I've been wanting to touch this body of yours all summer," you admitted. 

Michael seemed to enjoy that statement quite a bit. He was a humble guy, but it was still nice to get his ego fluffed up a bit with compliments. 

"Then, by all means, enjoy yourself~"

He kept up the motions of his rocking while he allowed you to do as you wished with his body. Your manicured fingers traced over the dips and curves of his muscles. You couldn't help but squeeze his pecs and abs. It turned you on seeing someone so perfectly sculpted and toned above your writhing body. 

There was no hiding the fact that he felt the same way about you. Even when you were acting like a spoiled brat, you were a very SEXY spoiled brat. One with a gorgeous figure to caress and cherish as he pleased

His heart swelled with pride as you touched him softly, your eyes always searching his face to ensure you weren’t taking too much or being too greedy. 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You’re being so good for me, sweetheart. Think you deserve a reward~”

You gasped as his thumb brushed across your clit. You could have cum right then and there. He began to move his thumb in soft circles, pulling gasps and moans from your perfect lips. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“Love how you touch me, baby,” Michael purred into your ear, “Needed to return the favor.”

You whimpered beneath him, totally intoxicated by the pleasure he was giving you. “I’m close,” you admitted, blushing.

He sighed happily, your words music to his ears. “Then be a good girl and cum for me ok?” Michael patronized, feeling how much you enjoyed his tone.

God, there was no holding back when he talked to you like that. The jolts of pleasure were rushing through your body, charging you up like electricity. With your hand gripping him tightly and your legs locking more firmly, you felt yourself get closer and closer with every second. 

Michael wasn't far behind you. It was quite easy to catch up with how much you had stimulated him. He grunted and moaned as he fucked your thighs and toyed with your clit at a faster pace. He was dying to see that beautiful face make an expression of truly amazing pleasure.

"FUCK!! Fuck, Michael!!! Yes!! Aaah~" you cried out. Your voice echoed out into the California air as the orgasm hit your body with full force. If Michael's cock and fingers weren't soaked already, they certainly were now. 

The sound of your pleasured screams triggered his own release mere moments later. Thick, white shots of cum splashed onto your soft thighs and stomach, properly marking you as Michael's girl. 

He stared down at you and smiled to himself, God you were a pretty sight. He bent down from his arms to his elbows and laid on your chest, arms wrapping around you in a sweet embrace. Now you were covered with him in more ways than one.

Instinctively, your arms snaked around him and your fingers began to draw circles on his back. Michael smiled softly, enjoying the lovely sensation as he pressed wet kisses on your cheeks, your jawline, and your neck. 

“You with me baby?” he asked as he tucked sweaty strands of hair behind your ear. 

You sighed happily, “Yeah.” Your cheeks were a pretty shade of pink as you smiled at him. “I like when you call me baby.”

He laughed softly. “Can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded enthusiastically.

“I like when you call me Mikey.”

You could have melted right there.

Michael grinned as he began to push up from the chair, but your sudden, tight grip on his waist stopped him. He looked down at your pitiful pout. 

“Gotta clean you up sweet girl,” he said as he stroked your cheek.

“Later, I promise,” you bargained. “For now can you just…hold me?”

His lips pulled up into a bright smile before he settled on top of you, laying his head on your chest. “For as long as you want, baby.” Your mom and dad may have been in Aruba, but you were in heaven.

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Sunkissed ☀️

Michael/Female!Reader

Summary: Michael gets a summer job as a pool boy, and you have the pleasure of watching him work up close and personal. He's not a fan of your spoiled behavior, but he's got his ways to sweeten you up~

This is a collab I did with @britany1997 based on a poll I did about a pool boy fic idea. We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Seriously, she's the sweetest. She deserves the love 😍

WARNINGS: N.s.f.w./Smut/18+ Readers Only, spoiledrichbrat!reader, teasing, flirting, brat taming, soft dom, praise kink, d/s, sunblock massage, undressing, nippleplay, semipublic sex, thigh fucking/intercrural sex, cum marking, aftercare

credit to @bloodsoakedtooth and @tvneon for the gifs!

Working during the summertime wasn't something that bothered Michael. He wasn't really the type of guy to waste the days sleeping in or going to bonfire parties. There was an itch within him to keep moving, get some work done, tackle some chores or pick up an odd job. He simply couldn't keep still for long. 

So in between his beach cleaning gig, he managed to find some clients who would pay him as a pool cleaner. People in Santa Carla who had their own private pools were quite generous with money, and that certainly motivated Michael to take on the jobs. 

Being that he was an incredibly handsome young man with a hardworking, polite personality, he gained quite a bit of popularity amongst the ladies of Santa Carla. He paid them no mind though. He just wanted to get his work done.

Your parents had hired him to take care of the pool while they were in Aruba for the summer. Though he couldn’t deny that the vision of your bikini-clad, sunbathing form was a beautiful sight, he’d figured you’d be no different from any of the other girls that threw themselves at him.

He looked over subtly to see your nimble fingers flipping through the pages of Cosmopolitan while sipping a smoothie. He rolled his eyes to himself. Yeah, you weren’t any different. Michael unclipped his sunglasses from his shirt and slid them on before taking out a net to skim leaves and debris off the surface of the pool.

Little did Michael know that your eyes weren't on the magazine in your hands. Hidden behind your designer sunglasses, your gaze was right on the handsome guy. You used to think that girls crushing on pool boys was a laughable cliche. After all, your family has previously hired the most dimwitted guys who half-assed their work. Such a turn-off. 

But Michael wasn't like that at all. He was actually a hard worker and put some real muscle into the tasks he was given. And he looked DAMN good doing it. 

That perfect, glowing skin, those strong arms, and those eyes that were bluer than the water in the pool. You had a big, fat crush on the guy, and you were going to milk this for all it was worth. 

"Hey Mikey!" you called out to him in between sips of your drink. "You missed a spot by the steps!" 

A nonexistent spot that was chosen in an area where you could get a better view of his back muscles, of course. 

Michael cringed at the nickname, but still headed over to clean the imaginary grime from the spot to humor you. 

Your lips turned up into a satisfied smile as you watched his muscles ripple. You sucked down the last of your smoothie as you imagined what it would be like to suck on something else.

As Michael finished amusing you, the sound of your fingers snapping garnered his attention. He watched as a suit-clad man rushed towards you so that you could set your empty smoothie glass on his silver tray. 

“Strawberry banana this time,” you ordered the man, “and no chunks, you know I hate that.” Your nose crinkled in disgust at the thought of a non-smooth smoothie.

Michael quirked an eyebrow, watching your little display while cleaning the sediment from the pool walls. 

"You know, it's already unfair enough that he has to wait on you like you're a little princess. Do you really have to make him do it in that monkey suit?" Michael quipped. 

Your pretty, red lips pulled up into a smirk. You angled your sunglasses downward to watch him more carefully. 

"I'm not the one who assigned the uniform, honey. But by all means, don't feel pressured to do the same. You can wear whatever you want around here~"

All you could think about was getting him from a bathing suit to a birthday suit. You’d spent many days by the pool imagining that hunk finally showing you all of what he was blessed with. You had to find a good way to thank your parents for hiring him.

Michael pursed his lips, but before he could reply, your butler returned with your smoothie. 

You took the cup from the tray, wrapping your full lips around the pink, swirly straw and sucking a bit to make sure it was to your liking, smiling as the flavors hit your tongue. 

“Thanks, Jeeves, that’s all for now,” you dismissed him with a flick of your wrist.

The man gave a little bow before heading back into the house, you presumed to go and dust some of your mother’s beloved antiques. 

Michael shook his head. “Is that even his name?” he asked.

“Dunno,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders, “not my job to know it.”

Michael crossed his arms over his chest. You pouted as your view was obscured. 

“You’re a real spoiled brat you know?” 

Your jaw dropped at his boldness, but you quickly regained your composure. “Didn’t know you had that in ya Mikey,” you teased. “Whatcha gonna do about it, spank me?”

The Emerson boy was no dummy. He knew exactly what you were trying to do. You liked playing around with boy toys without any consequences. Well, that would never fly in everyday life. All the struggle and humbleness his family experienced helped him realize that. 

He was going to make certain you learned a lesson about the real world. 

Michael let the net fall from his hand, the cleaning device splashing loudly into the water below. Curiosity rose within you as he stepped closer to your spot. Soon enough Michael was hovering over you, seeing you down while he slipped his glasses down and gazed at you with those piercing baby blues. 

"No. You're gonna apologize for being a little brat."

You nearly choked on that last sip of smoothie you had. Your head was spinning at that statement. 

"Excuse me?? Who the fuck do you think you're talking t-"

"Stop that!" 

Your words were cut down with a mere raise of his voice. To your own surprise, you felt yourself tremble beneath him. Between his height over you and the booming sound of his words, you were suddenly feeling quite small compared to him.

"Bad girls don't get what they want. Only good girls do. So," Michael began. In one swift motion, he grabbed the glass in your hand and effortlessly plucked it out of your grasp. "you're gonna be a good little lady and apologize for your behavior. It's the only way you're getting this back."

You sat up on your lawn chair in shock. Your mouth opened, then closed, then opened, then closed again. It felt like one of those novelty-singing fish your dad had hanging over the fireplace at your winter chalet.

While you didn’t want to give in, you also wanted your smoothie back…and despite yourself, Michael kind of made you want to be a good girl. You cleared your throat before speaking. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Michael scoffed and leaned forward. “What was that?” he teased.

You huffed at him. “I said, I’m sorry… Michael, I’m very sorry.” 

He smiled and handed you your cup. “Good girl, I knew you could do it,” he leaned forward to kiss your cheek and pat your head softly. 

You gasped as your cheeks turned bright pink at his touch.

If Michael had noticed your embarrassment, he didn’t let on. When he pulled away from your cheek, he picked up his net as if nothing had happened and returned to his work. 

You laid back in shock, that was not how you’d expected the day to go. Your blush deepened as you realized your bikini bottoms had dampened and not from the pool water. You liked being Michael’s good girl.

Lost in your own thoughts, you missed Michael’s smirking face as he shot you subtle glances. He could tell you’d never had anyone tell you what to do your entire life. He’d enjoy being the first. Hmm, maybe you were different.

Although your mind was swimming with confusion and flirtatious thoughts of Michael, you still had enough focus to go about your routine. Every day the sun was out you got some tanning done before doing laps in the pool. By the time Michael was finished, it would be perfect for your swim. 

Until then, you were going to get that gorgeous summer glow that would be the envy of all your other rich friends. 

With a deep breath and a shake of your head, you reached under your chair to grab hold of the trusty bottle of tanning oil you preferred. You gave it a hefty shake before holding out your palm to take some in.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Michael's voice stopped you in your tracks. If the smoothie stealing hadn't shocked you before, this certainly did. 

"What??"

The curly-haired boy tsked while shaking his head in sheer disappointment. He crossed his arms over his strong chest as he eyed you once again. 

"You're going to get skin cancer with the stuff. You better put on sunblock or you're gonna turn into a raisin, little lady."

You pouted and whimpered without even thinking, the pink tinge returning to your cheeks. “But I don’t have any sunblock,” you admitted.

Michael sighed overdramatically, “what am I gonna do with you?” he lightly scolded before running to his bag.

“We can share mine,” he told you. “Lay down for me.”

You scrambled to do as he asked, laying out on your stomach on the lawn chair. Though you couldn’t see him from your position, his lips were curled up at your obedience. You were a quick learner. 

“That’s my good girl,” he purred as his hands skimmed the small of your back teasingly.

You could only bury your face deep against the chair so he wouldn't catch the deeper shade of blush on your face. He was already making you feel so flustered, yet his fingers were only touching a small part of you. 

"Better get rid of this so I don't make a mess."

Before you could even think to ask what he meant, your ears were greeted by the sound of fabric being scrunched before something was tossed to the side of your lounge chair. A tiny squeak fell from your lips as you caught sight of Michael's shirt on the ground.

There was no way this was happening. Your pool boy was going to rub sunblock on you while half-naked. The more you thought about it, the wetter your bikini bottoms got. 

"Gotta get a good, thick layer of this on ya, okay?" Michael spoke, slathering the cream onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together to warm it up some. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

“You don’t have to be…” you whispered to yourself more than anyone, but he smirked all the same.

Michael began to knead the sunscreen into your shoulders and back softly. He was almost as good as your massage therapist. You made a mental note to offer him that position when his pool cleaning gig was up. You wanted to keep him around for as long as possible, no matter what. 

When Michael finished with your upper half, he moved to your legs, running his fingers up and down your calves, coating your skin. As his hands began to drag up your thighs, you felt yourself grow warmer and it wasn’t from the sun. It took everything in you not to moan at his gentle caresses.

You knew Michael’s hands were likely calloused from all the hard work he did, but his feather-light touches felt so soft. His fingers skimmed the hem of your bikini bottoms as he continued to rub the sunscreen into your skin. Though you hadn’t thought it was possible, you could feel your face burn even hotter. 

You moved to flip onto your back, but Michael splayed a hand on your back, keeping you pressed into the chair. “Be good and still for me. Okay, honey?”

God, he really was a dream. The way Michael was on top of you and giving orders was driving you wild. You couldn't stop yourself from nibbling just a bit on your bottom lip. 

"O-Okay," you stuttered. When he decided he was ready, he flipped you onto your back, causing a gasp to leave your lips. You didn’t dare to say anything, you still wanted to be his good girl. 

The way the rays of the sun shined down on his sculpted body looked too perfect. Your eyes watched carefully as he spread another coat of sunblock onto his hands. He started with your stomach, massaging the area as he had done with your back. Once again, the lulling comfort of relaxation fell over you thanks to his touch. 

You didn't have a worry or care being like this with Michael. He was so firm, yet so gentle with you. Now that he could see your face, that was far more clear to him. 

The moment of peace was only interrupted when Michael took hold of your thighs.

"Wh-What're yo-"

"Shh shhhh, don't be scared, honey," Michael cooed, his soft words contrasting with how he threw your ankles onto his shoulder. "I gotta get all of those special spots on your skin~"

You followed Michael's orders and kept still and silent. While you were internally freaking out, he was casually rubbing sunblock along the length of your perfect legs. He pushed himself closer to you, his hips grazing the special spot where your bikini bottoms were. 

When he finished with your legs, he leaned over you, his brown curls falling around his face like a halo. 

He moved even closer, the curve of your ass rested on his thighs while your legs were still slung over his shoulder. You opened your mouth to speak but he shushed you. 

Michael glanced down at your right hand, resting by the side of your head, and moved to lace his fingers with yours. Your heart warmed at the feeling of your hands pressed together. There was something so sweet and intimate about how he held your hand. 

His other hand fiddled with your bikini top, pulling gently at the strings. “Now that I’ve done your back…” he traced a finger over your collarbone, “do you want me to do your front?”

You almost couldn't believe this was happening. Not too long ago Michael was rolling his eyes at you while scooping leaves out of your pool. Now he was offering to strip you down and get extra handsy with the sunblock. 

All those times you acted like a spoiled princess seemed so stupid now. Why would you keep misbehaving when you could give in and let Michael treat you like a good girl? Like HIS good girl. 

"Yes, Michael," you whispered. 

With his striking baby blues focused on you, he pulled the string of your top. The fabric slipped off with ease, revealing your breasts to him. Even with just a glance at your body, you could see the hazed look of lust take over on his face. It made your skin burn hotter than ever. 

"Perky little thing, aren't you?" He cooed. His fingers glided down your chest and over the nipples presented before him. The heat of his body contrasted with the coldness of the lotion, toying with your sensitive spots quite a bit. 

If that didn't make you whimper with lust, the feeling of his erection poking your thigh certainly did. 

You shouldn't have been surprised, given he was a hot-blooded man enjoying a shirtless lady underneath him. Then again, you were more than happy to find out he had an impressive size. You couldn’t remember the last time you enjoyed yourself with a guy.

“Hmm,” Michael hummed, faking concern.

“What is it?” you asked with a pout, worried you’d done something wrong.

“The sunscreen, it’s not gonna stay on here,” he said as his fingers skimmed over your nipples once more. “Too wet.”

“What?” your brow furrowed in confusion, “How are they-” 

You couldn’t finish your sentence when Michael’s mouth sealed around your breast. You gasped and arched your back into his mouth, loving the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple. The hand that wasn’t clasping his found its place in his perfect brown curls. When he’d finished toying with you he pulled back. 

“See? Way too wet,” he told you with a wink. You could only mutter a flustered ‘mhmm’ in response.

Not wanting to keep you waiting, Michael dove right back in, continuing his work with your other nipple. He let out a soft groan around the flesh, clearly aroused by how you felt in his mouth. Instead of swirling his tongue again, he sucked gently, stimulating you quite a bit. 

"Ooooh god~" you sighed. The grip of your fingers in his hair grew tighter as your arousal got stronger. You were dripping wet for Michael at this point. Your brain was completely clouded while your body took in all of the pleasure. 

"You taste so good, honey. Makes me want you even more than I already do."

Now you were REALLY hot and bothered. Michael's voice sounded so husky and hungry to you. The more he toyed with you, the stronger your need for him got. 

"Michael," you whimpered out. 

"Hmm? What's going on, honey?" he smirked, playing dumb with you. It only made you even whinier. 

"I need more! Please….please don't tease me…."

Michael laughed softly to himself. He dragged a finger down your abdomen, making your stomach muscles clench. “You wanna feel me in here?” he stroked his finger over your clothed pussy lightly.

You had never had to beg for anything in your life, and Michael could tell. Tears started to well in your eyes and your lip popped out as you nodded.

He pretended to consider your request, “I don’t know honey, do you think you’ve earned it?”

Now the tears had started to roll down your cheeks as you knew the answer to that question, maybe you could convince him otherwise?

“Yes…yes Michael I’ve earned it,” you swore.

Michael sighed. “You were mean to your butler, you teased me…doesn’t sound like good girl behavior to me.”

“But- but I apologized! And I was so good just now! I- please Michael,” you begged for the second time in your life.

“Don’t talk back baby,” Michael scolded and your lips immediately clamped shut. “Still,” he considered, “you have a point, I guess you have tried to be good for me today…maybe I can give you something.”

You would have done anything for him. “Thank you, Michael! I’ll be so good, I promise!”

“Yeah? You gonna be good and take what you’re given,” he smirked.

“Yes! Yes, Michael! Whatever you want.”

He loved the sound of that. Even if Michael was acting stern with you, he was still a very giving and kind lover. He wouldn't let your pleading fall on deaf ears. 

His hands moved gracefully, taking hold of each side of your bikini. You softly mewled from the sensation of a nearby breeze on your exposed bottom half once the last piece of clothing was discarded. Michael was left positively ravenous at the sight of such a wet, glistening pussy. 

"Holy shit," he sighed, running his tongue over his lips. "God, I gotta show you what you're doing to me, baby." 

It didn't take long for you to figure out what that meant. Far less gentle with himself than with you, Michael practically tore off his swim trunks. In mere seconds, his cock sprang out, thick and twitching with arousal. 

Your mouth fell open and your eyes shimmered at such a sight. He was so impressive. 

"Oooh my~" you said. "How'd you hide a big thing like that all this time?" 

"I dunno. But I guess I can't help how it shows when I got you under me, honey~"

Michael took hold of your thighs again, gently touching them as he pushed his body close to you. Your perfect breasts pushed up against his toned chest while he pressed his forehead against yours. You could smell the gum on his breath and it made you feel positively desperate to kiss him. 

"Listen closely," Michael whispered to you. "If you want to stop at any time, please don't be afraid to say so. I'll take care of you, but I need to keep you safe. Do you understand?"

Your heart raced from his words. Even when he was teasing, he was still so sweet with you. Michael sure beat all the arrogant trust fund assholes you’d messed around with in the past. He was a special guy.

“I understand, and I’ll tell you if I need to stop,” you promised.

Michael smiled down at you, “That’s my good girl,” he cupped your cheek before his hands gripped your thighs once more.

You bit your lip, “Michael?”

“Mhmm,” he stopped what he was doing and met your gaze. His lips pulled up into a smile at your blushing face. 

“Can I have a kiss before you start? Please?” you asked.

Michael’s smile grew even wider at such a cute request. He was proud of himself for seemingly taming you into his perfect, good girl in less than a day. “Since you asked so nicely…”

He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose before beginning to grind against your thighs softly. You gasped at the friction, he was barely touching you and you already felt like you could come apart on your lawn chair.

Before you could whine for a proper kiss, Michael ceased any teasing and went right in. His lips were perfect in every way. Warm, soft, and fit so well with your own. Never before had a boy made you positively melt from just a first kiss. 

But Michael wasn't going to stop the passion there. He was a romantic at heart and wanted to keep you happy. With one hand caressing your cheek and the other grazing over one of your legs, he moved his body with yours some more. 

"My good girl~" he groaned. The tip of his cock was pushed past your thighs, so achingly close to your cunt. He let each inch of his length through as well. The two of you each let out a moan as his cock brushed over your pussy lips, getting soaked with just a small touch. 

"Keep your legs nice and tight for me, okay? I'm gonna fuck your pretty thighs like this~"

You nodded furiously and whimpered at his words. He smiled down at you. “You’re so cute like this, such a pretty girl for me.”

You beamed at his praise as you clenched your thighs tightly around him. His head fell to the crook of your neck and he moaned as you squeezed him. Your arms immediately gripped the lawn chair as your body felt overcome by the feeling of his cock brushing up against you.

“Do you hear how good you’re making me feel, baby?” he asked. “You’re being such an angel right now, holding me so tight. That’s my girl.” 

You sighed blissfully, ‘his girl.’ He had you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t even care.

Michael rolled his hips into your thighs at a slow and steady rhythm, occasionally brushing against your pussy and making you see stars.

"Mmmh! M-Michael~" you sighed out for him. You hadn't expected this to feel so amazing. He didn't even need to penetrate you to get your body going. The way his cock pushed against your thighs and clit was just so perfect. Even if you couldn't have more, you still loved what it was now. 

"Pretty little princess, arentcha~?" he cooed in your ear. Michael grabbed your hips tighter and thrust his hips at a faster pace. He tugged you upward a bit, letting your lower half lift from the chair. 

He brought his mouth to yours again, kissing you deeply while he fucked you. The precum dripping from the tip of his cock made your thighs and pussy so very slippery. He just made you so warm all over, and you didn't want it to stop for even a moment.

You wanted to touch him so badly, to wrap your fingers in his brown curls and pull, or to grip his toned shoulders as he fucked you, not so gently. But you knew better than to do anything without permission.

You managed to let out a breathy, “Michael…” between whimpers and moans. “Mhmm?” his tone has an almost condescending tinge to it, but you didn’t care. Maybe you didn’t mind being put in your place a little.

“Let me touch you? Please?” you begged.

Michael’s lips parted in shock. He had to hold back a snide remark about how the brat had already been fucked out of you, and he wasn’t even in you. Oh, but you were so vulnerable like this with your eyes glassed over and your supple lips pressed into the prettiest pout. Michael was a lot of things, but he wasn’t cruel.

He smirked down at you, not letting up from his pace, but moving closer to your clit with each thrust, a little reward for asking for what you wanted. “Where do you wanna touch me honey?”

He shifted his weight to support himself with one hand, while he grasped your hand sweetly with the other. 

"I won't lie, I've been wanting to touch this body of yours all summer," you admitted. 

Michael seemed to enjoy that statement quite a bit. He was a humble guy, but it was still nice to get his ego fluffed up a bit with compliments. 

"Then, by all means, enjoy yourself~"

He kept up the motions of his rocking while he allowed you to do as you wished with his body. Your manicured fingers traced over the dips and curves of his muscles. You couldn't help but squeeze his pecs and abs. It turned you on seeing someone so perfectly sculpted and toned above your writhing body. 

There was no hiding the fact that he felt the same way about you. Even when you were acting like a spoiled brat, you were a very SEXY spoiled brat. One with a gorgeous figure to caress and cherish as he pleased

His heart swelled with pride as you touched him softly, your eyes always searching his face to ensure you weren’t taking too much or being too greedy. 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You’re being so good for me, sweetheart. Think you deserve a reward~”

You gasped as his thumb brushed across your clit. You could have cum right then and there. He began to move his thumb in soft circles, pulling gasps and moans from your perfect lips. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“Love how you touch me, baby,” Michael purred into your ear, “Needed to return the favor.”

You whimpered beneath him, totally intoxicated by the pleasure he was giving you. “I’m close,” you admitted, blushing.

He sighed happily, your words music to his ears. “Then be a good girl and cum for me ok?” Michael patronized, feeling how much you enjoyed his tone.

God, there was no holding back when he talked to you like that. The jolts of pleasure were rushing through your body, charging you up like electricity. With your hand gripping him tightly and your legs locking more firmly, you felt yourself get closer and closer with every second. 

Michael wasn't far behind you. It was quite easy to catch up with how much you had stimulated him. He grunted and moaned as he fucked your thighs and toyed with your clit at a faster pace. He was dying to see that beautiful face make an expression of truly amazing pleasure.

"FUCK!! Fuck, Michael!!! Yes!! Aaah~" you cried out. Your voice echoed out into the California air as the orgasm hit your body with full force. If Michael's cock and fingers weren't soaked already, they certainly were now. 

The sound of your pleasured screams triggered his own release mere moments later. Thick, white shots of cum splashed onto your soft thighs and stomach, properly marking you as Michael's girl. 

He stared down at you and smiled to himself, God you were a pretty sight. He bent down from his arms to his elbows and laid on your chest, arms wrapping around you in a sweet embrace. Now you were covered with him in more ways than one.

Instinctively, your arms snaked around him and your fingers began to draw circles on his back. Michael smiled softly, enjoying the lovely sensation as he pressed wet kisses on your cheeks, your jawline, and your neck. 

“You with me baby?” he asked as he tucked sweaty strands of hair behind your ear. 

You sighed happily, “Yeah.” Your cheeks were a pretty shade of pink as you smiled at him. “I like when you call me baby.”

He laughed softly. “Can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded enthusiastically.

“I like when you call me Mikey.”

You could have melted right there.

Michael grinned as he began to push up from the chair, but your sudden, tight grip on his waist stopped him. He looked down at your pitiful pout. 

“Gotta clean you up sweet girl,” he said as he stroked your cheek.

“Later, I promise,” you bargained. “For now can you just…hold me?”

His lips pulled up into a bright smile before he settled on top of you, laying his head on your chest. “For as long as you want, baby.”

Your mom and dad may have been in Aruba, but you were in heaven.

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[unholyhelbig]

Crescent 9/? | Natasha Romanoff x Moonknight!Reader

Summary: When Natasha Romanoff takes a job as head of security for Dina Jackson she has an ulterior motive- to find the tomb of Egyptian artifacts that the art world is racing for. Dina’s disgraced niece is charming, awkward, and under the influence of Khonsu, the God of the Moon.

Warnings: Airplanes, angst, and really bad grammar

[A/N: Hm, long time no see. I really miss writing for Natty.]

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The flight from New York to Cairo took ten hours and 30 minutes, most of which you spent in the bathroom at the back of the plane. It was cramped and smelled hot. You filled your lungs with the scent of orange cleaner and the specific type of rot that Khonsu carried like a burden. He cursed under his breath, head dipped, the ceiling too short.

“Can you please just accept the fact that she actually wants to help us?” You asked in a hushed voice.

The flight attendants had informed you all that it was the middle of the night, though it was hard to tell this high up in the clouds. The lights were lowered, and businessmen began a soft cacophony of snores. Natasha kept her sunglasses on despite the darkness. Hangover, she said. It was easy to recognize an ex-avenger, though and you understood that.

Dina wasn’t on your flight, and neither was Chip. It was a small blessing. The last thing you needed was to get detained by the in-flight agent before the wheels even touched Egyptian soil. For right now you had to settle with the idea that they were behind you instead of ahead of you, but you feared the latter.

She is an Avenger. They have a god complex. Must always do good.

“She was an Avenger. She gave Dina a fake scarab. Doesn’t that serve in our favor? Come on, Khonsu, your favorite game is using people until they’re not useful anymore.”

You struggled to appeal to his good side if he had one. There was no telling what he would have you do the second he had what he wanted. If he would leave you, your wounds bloodied and hands quivering. It was selfish, you knew, wanting to hold onto Natasha for as long as you could.

There was a small knock at the door.

“Occupied,” you said, louder than your ears were used to. “Either way, you’re getting to the tomb. This is what you wanted, right? Sit back and enjoy this lovely 10-hour flight.”

 I have better things to do.

“Right, yes, do those.”

“Y/n?”

Natasha’s voice flitted through the small crack under the door. You gave Khonsu a smart smile. He let out a rumbling sigh. If you could see his eyes through the soulless sockets of his crumbling skull, you guessed they would be rolling. He dissipated into a cloud of sand. You flicked the door unlocked and were quickly pushed back, Natasha joining you.

You breathed her in, the small of your back pushed into the counter. “Oh, ouch”

“Hi,” She smiled.

“Hi”

“Were you in a business meeting?”

“I wouldn’t’ call it business. Certainly not pleasure. I mean, there’s only so much fun to be had when you’re in-flight. Especially in the bathroom.”

Natasha narrowed her green eyes at you. There was a heat that pooled in your cheeks. She was close and you were conscious of her warmth, her lavender scent, the devilish look in her stare. She swiftly gripped your hips and lifted you onto the counter, standing between your legs. That certainly freed up some space.

“Are we alone right now?” She asked.

“There is an entire group of people right outside of this door.”

“Not what I meant.”

Her lips grazed against your pulse point, breath warm. Goosebumps rose on your skin. You chuckled, wrapping your ankles around her waist and pulling her close. Natasha trailed soft kisses down the side of your neck, to your collarbone.

“The mile-high club, really, Nat?”

“Oh, are you opposed to it?” her words vibrated into your skin. “Because I can stop.”

“No, don’t.”

Natasha looked at you tenderly, then, both of her hands on your cheeks. They were warm compared to the cold cabin air. She had moved her head to a 45-degree tilt, the smallest of smiles against her lips. There was a vulnerability there, and you both knew it, despite the small, cramped bathroom. You wanted her to lean forward, you wanted her to touch you and that ache radiated into a craving to return the favor.

Instead, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of your nose with a deep chuckle that you could feel in her chest. “I’m afraid they’ll come looking for us if they know we’re missing. We shouldn’t get air marshalled above the North Atlantic.”

You groaned into the soft spot in the crook of her neck “Can’t you pull some Avenger bullshit to get us out of it?”

“Ex Avenger, Malen'kaya Luna”

Admittedly, when you got a spare moment, you googled the easy Russian that slipped her tongue. She had been asleep next to you, curled under your sheets as the dull glow from your phone was kept low enough not to wake her. Little Moon. It warmed your heart, squeezed it like her hand on your knee now.

You leaned forward and kissed her again. Natasha hummed into your mouth, fingers ghosting over the back of your neck. Oh, how you wished you had stumbled upon the woman in front of you in any other circumstance. No moon gods, no secret temples. And certainly, no evil aunts.

Natasha begrudgingly led you back to your seats at the center of the plane. The flight attendant raised both of his eyebrows at you before realization clouded his expression and the tips of his ears turned a cotton candy pink. Nat placed her hand on the inside of your thigh protectively, chills moving across your spine.

“We need to come up with a plan for when we get to Cairo.”

“Truthfully, I was just going to follow your lead.” You said, giving your best pout. Natasha narrowed her eyes at you. “Fine, yes, fine. I actually have a map.”

“A map?”

You pulled your backpack from under the seat. Apologizing to the man next to you who grunted, pulling himself closer to the window in annoyance. You produced the sketch book that you took to the museum every day.

The lights on the plane dimmed automatically as you flew through the night. You could hear the muffled sounds of in-flight movies humming through the issued headphones. Two kids in front of you were playing a game on a switch, quietly chittering to themselves. A flight attendant walked through the aisle and offered out sleep masks. The man to your left took it gratefully.

“The coffin of Lady Madja was brought in by Chip a year ago. It was a great find, in-tact and the art across the outside was still readable.” You whispered, flipping through the pages that you had scribbled on. “It took a long time to decipher, but the hieroglyphics tell a story about the Valley of Kings, and where to find it. But it’s not something easily translated. It took me months.”

You finally got the page that you wanted, each drawing had been analyzed, highlighted and deciphered. There were charcoal smudges and the crossing out of things you didn’t quite understand. Natasha’s eyes lit up.

“The scarab is important, sure. It’s like a key that unlocks the tomb. But it’s equally important to know how to get there. The mask had clearer instructions carved into it. Dina just didn’t realize that it was right under her nose the entire time. She didn’t’ look hard enough.” You pressed your finger at the green highlighted numbers at the bottom of the page. “These are the coordinates. They lead us straight into the desert.”

However, Natasha wasn’t looking at the notebook, she was staring directly at you. Her breath was warm against your cheek. You ran the pads of your fingers nervously over the indentation in the paper, giving her the smallest, brightest of smiles.

“You’re incredible, you know that, right?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I would.” You felt your cheeks warm up with a rush of blood. Even in the dim lights, it was nearly impossible to get anything past Natasha. You went to flip the book closed, but instead, she put her fingers in between the pages. “Y/n, what’s that?”

“This?”

You couldn’t very well hide it now. By no means did you classify yourself as a top-of-the-line artist. Sure, you had the studio, but most of your stuff was abstract, curated like you had been taught to do. But you did sketch diligently.

Some of your sketches were of Natasha. Namely from the trip the two of you had taken. During the long comfortable stretches of quiet on the road, you had captured her profile as she drove. The curve of her jaw, the way stray pieces of hair had fallen from her baseball cap. There was admiration there, infatuation flourished every line drawn.

“A half-baked hobby.” You watched as she furrowed her brow and looked up at you like you had just said something blasphemous. “You’re impossible to capture, you know that, right?”

“How so?”

You swallowed the dryness in your mouth. “Everything is subjective, but your beauty is concrete. There is always room for interpretation, for improvement. You, Natasha, are infinite in your words, in your actions, in your complexion. Charcoal and paper cannot even begin to encapsulate.”

Natasha let out a shuttered breath that tickled your collarbone. She moved forward, she kissed you slowly, careful and quiet. You pulled all of her in, smoothing your thumb against the edge of her jaw. You wouldn’t stop drawing her anytime soon, or at least attempting to do so.

By the time you landed in Cairo, your neck was aching. Natasha had dozed off against your shoulder, and you were careful when laying your head on top of hers. She had to be roused when it was your turn to exit the plane. She had an adorable, sleep ridden pout on her face that you resisted kissing away.

The heat in Cairo hit you both and slowed your movements. It was balmy, the sun warmed your skin and your cheeks. You hadn’t been in Egypt for a long time. Your last visit was under the boney wing of Khonsu, a small meeting between the God’s and their avatars.

Sure, you had gotten a chance to see the sites, but part of you knew that Khonsu was receiving a slap on the wrist for his less desirable habits. You had gotten the chance to see a few things, and make some friends.

“Layla is going to meet us inside.”

“You’re sure we can trust her?”

Out of all the avatars that you’d met over the years, Layla El-Faouly was the most trustworthy, as was her master, Taweret. You’d only met the Goddess of Woman and Children once, but she could level Khonsu with a single pointed stare. You’d seen it during the meetings, had stifled a smile that Layla wasn’t too keen on hiding.

You had shot her a message before boarding the plane, and she waited in the dusty Egyptian heat. She leaned against an old dark-red Nissan that rested among the hustle and bustle of families picking up friends, and workers making deliveries. Natasha shifted rigidly as the woman pushed herself off the side of the car.

“Y/n,” Layla grabbed your free hand and pulled you into a warm hug. She smelled like freshly turned soil, metallic and alluring. She moved back, keeping her hands on your arms “Ugh, it’s so good to see you. We have so much to discuss.”

You laughed, taking her in. It was always nice to see other avatars, but especially her. You’d both been thrown into this life at the same time, living in the city and talking over stale bodega coffee. The memory blocks were the worst, eventually fading away into nothing but the cold feeling of always being watched by your master, doing their bidding.

Taweret had a softer hand, you both admitted, but you had grown used to the way Khonsu had done things, even if he kept you in the dark for most of his plans. Natasha had gotten further than you thought she would. Rather- Khonsu had allowed you to usher her towards the endgame.

“I’m being a dick,” Layla put her hand out “I’m Layla.”

“Natasha,”

“Romanoff, right? I’ve seen a few press conferences. You’re very impressive.”

The Russian spy tentatively reached out and returned the handshake. She was guarded like any agent would be. There was a heat to her cheeks, almost as if the sun had already likened them to ripe strawberries.

She led the two of you to a nearby café and the shade that the awnings offered instantly quelled the heat. Layla ordered them drinks without looking at the menu, and you were frankly thankful for that. The words blurred, and while most of them were in English, you still knew that you would butcher the pronunciation regardless.

“Alright, so, give me the rundown. What does Khonsu have you chomping at the bit for?”

You scoffed “Chomping at the… I think I’m being very level-headed.”

“No such thing, not with you.” She took a long sip of her drink “While Taweret doesn’t have an explicit say on who I associate with you are not her favorite.”

“Oh, ouch. I thought we bonded!”

“Was that before or after you lifted a shabtis from the Smithsonian?”  

Natasha eyed you “You what?”

Suddenly you were interested in the drink in front of you, humming into the cup as you gulped down the cold liquid. Layla laughed. “My point is, Khonsu blurs the line between ethical use of immortality, don’t you think? If you contacted the Black Widow and me, then you’re in some deep shit.”

“We are in deep shit.” Natasha said, her hand finding your knee in a domestic act of familiarity. “And need to get to the Valley of the Kings as soon as possible.”

“The Valley of Kings? That’s a little further than most tourists go. It’s a good forty miles of nothing but sand and heat. A team of archaeologists have been digging out there for years now, searching for a key. But I can get you out there.”

She leaned back on the chair, sizing the both of you up. “You have the key, don’t you?”

“We’re not the only ones that do.” Natasha kicked you under the table, a small warning tap, nothing that you wouldn’t gain feeling back in after a few minutes. “Ow! Okay. No, Layla. We don’t have the key. We would like to go sightseeing.”

You smiled sweetly at the both of them. The heat was starting to get to you. It didn’t’ seem to be bothering Natasha or Layla. They rolled their eyes at you, almost in unison that made you swell with an odd bit of pride.

“I don’t want anything to do with what’s inside of the Valley of Kings, trust me. It’s a construction zone at this point. But there are rumors. And in good conscience, I can’t help you unless I’m certain that what you’re doing won’t add fuel to the fire.”

Layla was staring at Natasha when she spoke, shifting her weight on the metal chair. How wasn’t it burning a hole through the fabric of her pants?

“I have no reason not to trust you. You’re a literal Avenger going after Avenger level threats. But Y/n…”

“I’m in the room.”

Natasha put a domestic hand on your shoulder, effectively shutting you up. It was such a tender gesture, one that you had seen your parents do, and even your aunt when Chip took too much liberty with the conversation. For now, you were content to sit and listen.

“I assure you, Layla, I will do everything in my power to keep things in order. I may not be associated with Nick Fury and his practices anymore, but my goal remains the same. Protect the general public and if Khonsu pushes further than he should then I will not hesitate to push back to a certain degree.”

There was a hard swallow. You were suddenly reminded of the press conferences the Black Widow had to take part in. There were flashing cameras and microphones shoved into her face. She had to smile and assure the world that its fate wasn’t detrimental.

“Okay,” Layla shrugged non-committedly “I’ll take you both out there. But y/n, don’t think for a second I won’t call upon Taweret the second you step out of line.”

You nodded, keeping quiet, as promised. The journey ahead would be long, and undeniably hot, and while you didn’t’ want to question Layla’s power and skill, you knew that with the promise of resolution within your grasp, Khonsu would only grow stronger. You’d sit and behave, drinking down the last of your water and instantly regretting the decision to do so.

There was no doubt in your mind that the rest of the gods had caught wind of Khonsu being back in Egypt. While you had entrusted Layla, there was still a lingering feeling of fear that you would be stopped by something stronger than one God with a warrior. There were hundreds, and you were simply one.

Natasha hummed quietly “I can’t let you do that. Y/n leaves with her life.” 

“I can’t promise you that. Most God’s are selfish, they pick avatars based on their brokenness. They mend them and use them, but at the end of the day, they discard them. And we let this happen simply because we crave that second chance.”

You scooted forward, letting your elbows rest on the metal of the table. It scorched your skin. Your heart clenched at Natasha’s obvious worry for you. It was cruel- bringing her here, just to watch your potential demise. But you couldn’t do this without her.

“You knew this?” Natasha asks, and her voice is filled with a certain type of regret and sorrow. “That you had no full control of the God that governs you?”

“There… was a 50/50 shot that things would go wrong, and that still stands. I’ve been loyal to Khonsu for years now. Part of me wants to believe he’d be benevolent and spare me.”

“And the other part? The part that leads you to the Valley of Kings in the first place?”

You swallowed the dryness in your throat, fingers twitching with anticipation to reach out and comfort the woman in front of you. Her green eyes were dilated, and her lips were pursed with contemplation. She had every right to turn around and get on the next flight back to the States.

“That part is fucked.”

[littleweezel]

Chapter 7 of Coming in First, a Good Omens Triathlon AU is Up!

Rated E for Explicit Sex

Summary: AJ Crowley was a talented cyclist who crashed and burned out in his 20s. Twenty-some years later, he lived in the US, worked a boring job, and spent all of his free time training for and participating in triathlons.

Ezra Fell was a swimming phenom who couldn’t handle the pressure of being an elite athlete. He moved to another continent, opened a bookshop, and discovered triathlon as a low-pressure way to stay in shape while doing something he loved.

After competing against each other for years, the two men—who were radically different on the surface—realized they had more in common than they expected. Could their friendship possibly lead to more? (*slaps explicit sex warning* What do you think?)

Chapter 7 Excerpt: “Jesus Christ, AJ, you look like you lost a fight with a vacuum cleaner,” they smirked at him. They were attracting attention. The teenage lifeguard definitely paid closer attention to them than the pool.

“Shhhh! Shuddup,” AJ pleaded.

“Who was it?”

“I’ll tell you under one condition,” he said. “You’re not allowed to make fun of me. Or him.”

Beez looked mischievously gleeful. “I’m not agreeing to those terms. Who was it?”

He knew the quickest way to end this conversation was to give Beez what they wanted, so he said, “Ezra Fell.”

Their mouth dropped open. “The Angel?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh.” They scratched their chin and looked at AJ as though pondering this for a moment. “Wouldn’t have thought he was your type. Is this going to be a thing?”

Read on from the beginning on AO3!

Shout out to @ModernDayKlutz for the beta on this fic! Thank you so much for your help, Klutzy!

@goodomensafterdark

[slinkysolinsky]

Typing the lyrics of every tally hall/miracle musical song:

-Good Day:

I'd like to say hello and welcome you, good day, that is my name Come here and sit down, I'm so glad you even really truly came We can even go and take a walk or something like that or something like that But first, I need to introduce my what and introduce my when

Let us sing! (Ah, ah-ah)

Its name I like to call, it likes to say it's nothing (it's nothing, it's nothing) It lives and breathes, and it insists that, it insists (whoo!) that it is something (it's something) It never liked to speak or run or walk or sleep or eat (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) It even thought that everybody tried to thought to take its seat

Looking through glass eyes, give it a few tries Nothing goes right in its time Kill all its bad dreams, wonder 'bout no things Circles and spirals in mind

But we know that this song is not about a no or yes or why What's really truly what I say is that about a little sigh (ah-ah) So come along, I think I'm done, I think we're done, yes this is done What's truly that I think about it, and it thinks about a ton

Na, na, na, na-na-na Let us sing! (Ah, ah-ah)

Looking through glass eyes, give it a few tries Nothing goes right in its time Kill all its bad dreams, wonder 'bout no things Circles and spirals in mind

I thought you knew I knew but Why and by and why and by and by I wanted you to know I thought you knew, but why and by and why

Everyone loves a potato monkey (I stepped on gum! I stepped on gum! Ho-ho-ho!)

Let us sing, let us sing Let us sing, let us sing Let us sing, let us sing Let us sing, let us sing Let us sing, let us sing (birds and bees and television) Let us sing, let us sing (cardboard houses, x-ray vision) Let us sing, let us sing (many little silly rhymes) Let us sing, let us sing (things forgotten lost their time) Let us sing, let us sing (telephones and silly games) (Periods and lots of question marks) let us sing -Greener:

Here's that part again where everything's more than it should be And greener seems to fall beneath your feet Seconds tick like boulders whenever you don't call Does it seem like that where you are? Wherever it is you are Does it seem like that where you are? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Time for time together, and depending on the weather We'll either argue in your house or outside How different I felt, before I got this notch on my belt 'Cause in my plans, you were all for me Yeah, but now it seems that you'd just rather leave

Wherever you go is breaking me slowly Don't leave it alone, don't leave it alone You sound so much further on the phone! You fit just right, right next to me But there's always a reason why it can't be

Telephones make you seem miles away from home All alone, I get a little meaner I leave a message at your tone And miles away from home You get a little cleaner of me And I find a little greener shade of envy

Wherever you go is breaking me slowly Don't leave it alone, don't leave it alone You sound so much further on the phone! You fit just right, right next to me But there's always a reason why it can't be

Wherever you are is breaking my heart Don't leave it alone, don't leave it alone! You fit just right, right next to me

-Welcome to Tally Hall:

"Welcome to Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum Known from coast to coast like butter and toast From headlines to bedlines From school rooms to pool rooms No other place in the contiguous United States Or other environments of the world Welcome"

Can I get a T? (T) And if you hit me with the A-L-L-Y Then you'd see why The Hall is here for y'all The mini mall is calling us all in So kids pack up your mom's car Back up the Windstar Kick it in drive and arrive at the mega mart Slide the side hatch with pride 'cause your ties match On booty duty like your name was Eddy Thatch

W-W-T-H-D We like to kick it at the university But all work and no play makes us crazy So, we jump in the bumping SUV Hit the street get the sweet tunes on Do a donut on your mama's front lawn And sooner than you know You've found the rock 'n' roll show At the Tizzy Hizzy we'll be gone

We're in the mini mall Working the carnival We like to play it all Welcome to Tally Hall

The automated players, I proclaim Yellow tie, this suave fellow writes Heterophonic tunes of how love bites Red the proud loud guy we adore (Is my amp too high?) No, turn it up more So Grey in the back sipping 'gnac can hear He's knocking down the shots like Bill Laimbeer Send home the locksmith, Green's got keys To unlock the rock in the act, if you please Now open the gates Give Blue the bass And jiggle your badiggle all over the place

We're in the mini mall Working the carnival We like to play it all Welcome to Tally Hall

We're in the mini mall Working the carnival We like to play it all Welcome to Tally Hall

Can I get a click Flick off the switch And we'll ignite the night in pitch Sing songs you like to hear And the world will disappear Then we'll be glowing in the dark Lighting up the park Revealing that the Hall is the place that aims to please With unpredictable games and antiquities The collectables so delectable The unreliable style's undetectable

Like I might rap like an English chap Take you by the knickers and I'll bum your slap You didn't think we had the gall Well bloody welcome to Tally Hall

We're stereosonic We're animatronic We're rocking with the robo-electronic Ebonics A quick distraction A mechanic attraction Got a penny in your pocket for the slot Rock

Hey ho, don't you know It's a good old-fashioned puppet show That's right quite the set We're the marionette quintet

We think we're playing in a band But we'd love to give you all a hand (Woo)

We're in the mini mall Working the carnival We like to play it all Welcome to Tally Hall

We think we're playing in a band But we'd love to give you all a hand We think we're playing in a band But we'd love to give you all a hand We think we're playing in a band But we'd love to give you all a hand -Taken for a Ride:

Marvin walked into a helpless land and wondered lightly am I happy, is this happy Following the footsteps left by man he stepped to reprimand the mystic who's sadistic Took a step into the elevator who said guess I'll see you later, don't you worry Fifteen flights that lasted nights and days that spent without a cent for creatures with their beat shirts

Listening to painted whispered light on top forgotten hill

Next the stranded senate of the white brick house with flowers asked some questions for their story All feeling now he took his bow and left the stage of time with no answers to no questions Lonely paperbacks that wanted just a taste of feeling to implode them before living Tiptoed to that wooden sign that said now take your place in line for happy, this is lovely

Listening to painted whispered light on top forgotten hill

One secondary smile To go that extra mile To make me feel today To make it go away The chemistry is gone Taken for a ride Far away from you No longer left inside

The actor with his world renowned was thinking ‘bout his last real day of silence, was it over Or is it just we all think that our answer isn't real it's just a picture of a letter Bumble mumble make the rounds no matter what you'll seem profound it's useless just to worry Something normal happens somewhere far away in clouds so please stop thinking this is happy

Listening to painted whispered light on top forgotten hill

One secondary smile To go that extra mile To make me feel today To make it go away The chemistry is gone Taken for a ride Far away from you No longer left inside

One secondary smile To go that extra mile To make me feel today To make it go away The chemistry is gone Taken for a ride Far away from you No longer left inside

There're no secrets in the door Just a moment doing chores And there's something And there's something And there's something And there's something next to nothing And there's something And there's something But you're gone -The Bidding:

I've been sleeping in a cardboard box Spending every dollar at the liquor shop And even though I know I haven't got a lot I'll try to give you love until the day you drop

I've been training like a Pavlov dog Let my independence out to take a hike All you got to do is activate my bell And I'll fetch you anything you like

Going once, going twice Every man here has a price Over where? Over there, sold To not a single lady in here

I've been in like a thousand times Dated every woman in the atmosphere I've been to every continent Broken all the hearts in every hemisphere And if I'm not the type of guy you like to circumvent Just remember not to love me when I disa-

I graduated at the top I like to take advantage of the bourgeoisie So if you have a fantasy of being a queen Maybe you should blow a couple bucks on me

Going once, going twice Won't these gentlemen suffice Any here? Any there? Any motions anywhere? Going twice going thrice Guess this means we'll go four times a lady

I promise I'll be all you'll need, ever need You'll never have to shop around (don't shop around) And I'll give you all you'll ever need, ever need Don't worry I will never let you down, let you down Don't worry I will never let you down

So many ladies are wanting for mates And the prospects are good but the date's never great Over here over there over where? Anywhere They're too busy with winning the bidding to care And he's sold -Be Born:

I suppose you're quite content in your swimming pool All you pink-skinned babes are the same And you can't stay forever young So get out here and see the sun You're only six inches away from becoming one

I was in your shoes before, or lack thereof And things worked out for me There's a dozen people here, and they're waiting for you It's your party, you can cry if you want to

What if I told you I could show you something? What if I told you I could make you live? Follow my instruction, swim in the direction Of my voice, hear my voice Of my voice, hear my voice

You think that you've seen it all in your little ball But, man, you're wrong and she's been waiting Long and hard to kiss your head and hold your hands And hold you while you fall asleep, and

What if I told you I could show you something? What if I told you I could make you live? Follow my instruction, swim in the direction Of my voice, hear my voice Of my voice, hear my voice

Ba, ba-da-ba Ba, ba-da-ba, ba-ee-ah Ba, ba-da-ba Ba, ba-da-ba, ba-ee-ah

What if I told you I could show you something? What if I told you I could make you live? Follow my instruction, swim in the direction Of my voice, hear my voice Of my voice, hear my voice -Banana Man:

Ladies and gentlemen, Colonel PT Chester Whitmore is proud to present Bung Vulchungo and the Zimbabwe Songbirds

Do you see banana man Hopping over on the white hot sand Here he come with some for me Freshly taken from banana tree (one, two, three, four)

Banana man me want a ton Give me double and a bonus one Give me more for all me friends This banana flow never end

Do you want a banana? Peel it down and go mm mm mm mm Do you want a banana? This banana for you

Tonight we dance around the flame Then we get to play the spirit game Spirit names we shout out loud Shake the thunder from the spirit cloud All the songbirds in the tree Chant a tune to let the spirits free Then we see them in the night Spirits jumpin' by the fire light

Do you want a banana? (Do you want a banana) Peel it down and go mm mm mm mm Do you want a banana? (Do you want a banana) This banana for you

Look you, you're too uptight you know You can laugh and kick it back and go (we) But without a rhythm or a rhyme You do not banana all the time Fly away from city on the run Try to make a little fun

Look you come to the bungalow African't you tell me don't you so Don't you love the bumping of the drum Make you shake until the bum go numb Let the bongo play until you drop This banana never stop (never stop, never stop)

Forget all your troubles and go with the flow Forget about whatever you may never know Like whether whatever you are doing is whatever you should And whether anything you do is every really any good And then forget about banana when it sticks in your throat And when they make you want to bellow but you're stuck in a choke And you forget about the yellow from the beckoning man He'll make you take another and make a mock of your plan

Bungalay bungalo make up your mind and tell me no umm shh

Well it's nine o'clock and it's getting dark And the sun is falling from the sky I've never left so early and you may wonder why

Tomorrow morning on the plane No banana make you go insane Floating back to busy town No banana make you want to frown

Do you want a banana? (Do you want a banana?) Peel it down and go mm mm mm mm Do you want a banana? This banana for you -Just Apathy:

I'm too much or not enough Maybe everyone else is messed up Well, anyway, I can't seem to stay in just one state of mind Waiting round for something better I'm the one that wouldn't let her Now I'm back and forth, I get bored when she's no perfect find

'Cause it's one thing or another I don't even know why I bother One thing just tears her down 'Cause it's one thing or another I don't even know why I bother Something I just can't get around

Consider the possibility that you've been had, but not by me We're just kids, don't worry about this My course is run and I'm so tired, until the next one comes inspired I feel bad and I should I made her sad and I knew it would

'Cause it's one thing or another I don't even know why I bother One thing just tears her down 'Cause it's one thing or another I don't even know why I bother Something I just can't get around

I need to learn to wait in turn 'Cause now I just step blindly And I'm only happy when I can close my eyes and I just dive in And forget about about acting kindly

'Cause it's one thing or another I don't even know why I bother One thing just tears her down 'Cause it's one thing or another I don't even know why I bother Something I just can't get around

But still, I know you won't let me down -Spring and a Storm:

One time, I tried to sing About spring and a storm But you know How it goes

Blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah Blah All along

Won't you please stop complaining I'm playing a song

But all the rain comes down the same Falling to from where it came On the ground then back around Up in the sky

I wish you could have heard the music When the clouds growled overhead I finally felt enthusiastic I finally felt alive

Blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah Blah So you said

Would it please you to listen To thunder instead

Man the rain came down that day And it drained my soul away And I wondered why I even Bothered to try

Mr. Moon (yeah?) Tell us about the sky

The sky is deep and dark and eternally high Many people think that's where you go when you die

Do you?

Well, I think you return to obscure Or wherever you were Before you were But I won't let you lose yourself In the rain

We have so much left to sing There's a storm for every spring All you see and you and me Became from a star

You're a star You're a star You're a star You're a star You're a star Yes, you are

Silent explosive and Silent explosive and Silent explosive and Silent explosive and

Create until nothing is left to create and The universe bursts with an overworked sigh then Pretend to pretend to re-crown the creation and Sing the same thing 'til the clouds start to cry and then Over and over and over again and then Over and over and Never again -Two Wuv:

I have this little thing It's probably just a fling Two girls I like a lot I think they're really hot But I'm not sure if they know How my love began to grow It took a lot of time But right now, it's solely mine

Today! I drew a mural of The things I'd like to love And where my heart resides Is with two girls with great eyes

If they just gave me a chance I'd show them what they want And teach 'em what they got I'd tickle each and every one of their fancies And I'd take the key to my heart And open it, and let the love shine through

Mary-Kate and Ashley, I hope you understand That I love you a lot and I wanna be your man And I think that it'd be totally cool If I hung around your apartments and enrolled in your school Mary-Kate!

I saw you on TV You're dressed up like a bee Reminds me of the time How it's gone, and it's gone, and it's gone It's sadness every day that passes without you And I really wanna, really wanna, really wanna hold you both tight And tell you you're mine, but instead I sing

Mary-Kate and Ashley, I hope you understand That I love you a lot and I wanna be your man And I think that it'd be totally cool If I hung around your apartments and enrolled in your school

Hello? (Hello?) Hello? Hey, I'm calling from Tally Hall (wait, say that again, slowly) What? Hello? (Hello?) Hey, I'm calling from Tally Hall and I just-

Mary-Kate and Ashley, I hope you understand That I love you a lot and I wanna be your man And I think that it'd be totally cool If I hung around your apartments and enrolled in your school

I know that life without you and you would be sad And I know it'd be bad

Mary-Kate and Ashley, I hope you understand That your loveliness blossomed and I wanna hold your hands And I think that it'd be totally cool If I hung around your apartments and enrolled into your school

Mary-Kate and Ashley, I hope you understand That I love you a lot and I wanna be your man And I think that it'd be totally cool If I hung around your apartments and enrolled in your school

Mary-Kate and Ashley, I hope you understand That I love you a lot and I wanna be your man And I think that it'd be totally cool If I hung around your apartments and enrolled in your school

Mary-Kate and Ashley, I hope you understand That I love you a lot and I wanna be your man And I think that it'd be totally cool- -Haiku:

I have been trying To write a haiku for you Some things I just can't do

Maybe you're beyond Ancient Asian poetry Or maybe it's just me

I have been trying To get this haiku just right All night for you, alright I'm through!

Maybe this poem Was lost in the sauce we spilled That never got refilled I've never thought much Of formulaic verse anyway And rhymes are not my fort!

I have been trying To get this haiku just right All night for you, alright I'm through!

I'm trying not to try too hard But you're hard to write down right So I pen these trite attempts At haikus for you tonight

La da dee diddum Lada da dum doo diddle Dum doo la dee do

There, that's sufficient! I wrote a haiku for you! Well, I tried at least And that's not so bad I'm working here Can that be said for you?

I'm trying not to try too hard But you're hard to write down right So I pen these trite attempts At haikus for you tonight

Words don't work like Webster says They trip me up all night I'm just trying to write for you But you're hard to write down right! -The Whole World and You:

There's lots of pretty people here Sharing stories and passing letters and There's lots of questions answered and Metaphysical astronomical songs Worth printing all on papers That seemed too mystical It's so magical People that dance and compute that No one's better then you

La la la La la la La la la La la la

There's kings in distant cities Who rule their persons and Make them happy and We won't forget about all the servisory congratulatory Even the animals know that something's brewing And they're all cooing 'Cause in the end I'd like to say No one's better than you

I hope you're happy now I've revealed the truth I've even written this whole song about you And not about me And not about me

Please don't just laugh and clap right now This is serious I'm not delirious I've waited very patiently Just to let you know Who should run the show 'Cause we all know these are the facts Nothing to retract Nothing too abstract

Concluding in the song I'll say that No one's better than you No one's better than you No one's better than You -13: bWAAwaAAwaAAAaaa BWAAaaaWA (Ahhhh) BWAAAAA, bWAaa bwaaa bwa bwaa ba -Ruler of Everything:

Juno was mad, he knew he'd been had So he shot at the sun with a gun Shot at the sun with a gun Shot at his wily one only friend

In the gallows or the ghetto In the town or the meadow In the billows even over the sun Every end of the time is another begun

You understand mechanical hands Are the ruler of everything (ah) Ruler of everything (ah) I'm the ruler of everything in the end

Do you like how I dance? I've got zirconium pants Consequential enough to slip you into a trance Do you like how I walk? Do you like how I talk? Do you like how my face disintegrates into chalk? I have a wonderful wife, I have a powerful job She criticizes me for being egocentric

You practice your mannerisms into the wall If this mirror were clearer, I'd be standing so tall I saw you slobber over clovers on the side of the hill I was observing the birds (circle in for the kill)

I've been you, I know you, your facade is a scam You know you're making me cry, this is the way that I am I've been living a lie, a metamorphical scheme Detective undercover, brotherhood, objective, obscene Oh, no, no, oh yeah

Do you hear the flibbity jibbity jibber jabber With an, "Oh my God, I've got to get out of here or I'll have another Word to sell, another story to tell Another time piece ringing the bell" Do you hear the clock stop when you reach the end? No, you know it must be never ending, comprehend if you can But when you try to pretend to understand You resemble a fool, although you're only a man So give it up and smile

Do you hear the flibbity jibbity jibber jabber With an, "Oh my God, I've got to get out of here or I'll have another Word to sell, another story to tell Another time piece ringing the bell" Do you hear the clock stop when you reach the end? No, you know it must be never ending, comprehend if you can But when you try to pretend to understand You resemble a fool although you're only a man So give it up and smile

You understand mechanical hands Are the ruler of everything (ah) Ruler of everything (ah) I'm the ruler of everything In the end

Without looking down, gliding around Like a bumbling dragon, I fly Scraping my face on the sky Oh, no, no, oh, yeah -Hidden in the Sand:

We were playing in the sand And you found a little band You told me you fell in love with it Hadn't gone as I'd planned

When you had to bid adieu (ooh, ooh, ooh) Said you'd never love anew (ooh, ooh, ooh) I wondered if I could hold it And fall in love with it too

You told me to buy a pony But all I wanted was you

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm (ooh-ooh-ooh) Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm (ooh-ooh-ooh) Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm (ooh-ooh-ooh) Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm (ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) -Mucka Blucka:

Bluck bluck bluck, ba-bluck bluck blucka A-blucka bluh, blucka bluck bluck blucka Bluck bluck bluck blu-blu-bluck. Blucka! Blucka blucka blucka blucka bluck-bluck

A-bluck bluck bluck blucka blu-ha-ha Blaaah, mucka blucka Mucka-blah, mucka-blah, mucka ba-ba, ba-ba, Mucka blucka blucka blough Blucka!

Mucka, ba, ba, blucka, ba, ba, bow (bluck bluck bluck bluck blucka) Mucka, ba, ba, blucka, ba, ba, bow (bluck, blucka) Mucka, ba, ba, blucka, ba, ba, bow (blucka blah ba ba mu-blucka) Mucka, ba, ba, blucka, ba, ba, bow Bluck! Blucka mucka blough ba-blah, Bluck, blucka, ba-blah, Bluckity bluck-bluck-bluck, ba-ba Blickity bow, bluck blickity bow, bluck bluck bow Bluck bluck bluck bluck bluck bow Muck bluck bluck, bluck bow, muck bluck-ow Muck blick bluck, bluck bow Muck bluck bluck, bluck blough, blough, blough, Bluck bluck blah blah blah blah blah Mucka, ba, ba, blucka, ba, ba, bow (bluck, blucka) Mucka, ba, ba, blucka, ba, ba, bow (oh, oh, blucka bluck bluck) Mucka, ba, ba, blucka, ba, ba, bow (blucka, ba blucka) Mucka, ba, ba, blucka, ba, ba, bow (oh, blucka, blucka) Mucka, ba, ba, blucka, ba, ba, bow (blucka blucka bluck bluck, ba) Mucka, ba, ba, blucka, ba, ba, bow (oh, oh, blucka) Mucka, ba, ba, blucka, ba, ba, bow (blucka blucka blucka blucka blucka blucka) Mucka, ba, ba, blucka, ba, ba, bow (blucka blucka blucka bluck bluck bow) Beeiiish! -Dream:

Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Di Dum Da na DA Na Da Na da-di did dum Da di dum da-di-da da-di-da da-di-da da da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Di Dum (da dum) Da na DA Na Da Na da-di did dum (da dum) Da di dum da di dum di dadidedadididada dum dum dum dum Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Di Dum (oooooooooooooooooh) Da na DA Na Da Na da-di did dum (oooooooooooooooooh) Da di da di dadidadidadi da da da Da di dum da-di-da da-di-da da-di-da da da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Di Dum Da na DA Na Da Na da-di did dum DadaDadaDaDadAdadadadadadad Da di da (da de da) Da di da (da de da) De dada de dada dada dada de dada de dada dada dada De dada de dada dada dadadedeadidum De dada de dada dada dada de dada de dada dada dada De dada de dada dada dada de dada de dada dada dada -Never Meant to Know:

Woke up today with the lay of the land Feather in cap and the sun in the sand It was easy, it was easy to understand Everything suddenly falls out of sight Every attachment is made of the light That you offered, you have offered to give me life

See the sky and all the land together again See the way the earth can stay below Who do we think we are? Everything plays a part There are some things we are never meant to know

Having enjoyed all the meat from the bone Is perfectly equal to being alone It was even, but you breathe and I turn to stone Everything suddenly looks like a sign Easy to see from the outermost clime I believe in what I leave in the way behind

See the sky and all the land together again See the way the earth can stay below Who do we think we are? Everything plays a part There are some things we are never meant to know

And all the parts combine to one And all of us around the sun Everything will fall away To order from the disarray See the sun the shadows cast From all the times I floated past See the ocean spinning out With all the hope and all the doubt

See the sky and all the land together again See the way the earth can stay below Who do we think we are? Everything plays a part There are some things we don't understand Reasons on the other hand There are some things we are never meant to know -&:

Love of the s*n

Came back again to make it clear that He never said it would meet demand

Shame on a martyr, claiming friends from Either perspective of &

Weak & strong & Wet & dry & Right & wrong & Live & die & Sane & gone & Love & not & All the &s that we forgot so

Sing while you hear it, don't deny it Leave if you can't stand the thought of it

Come back again to make things stand with No disrespect to the &

High & low & New & old & Stop & go & Hot & cold & John & Yoko Dark & light It's almost time to say goodnight to it

They took a lesson from their fathers Told them that they were the same command

Wait for the minds to make complete Their lies stuck beside every &

Words & numbers Sound & silence Stop the peace & Keep the violence No & yes & We digress It lives with sad & happiness Oh, God!

Big bad Betty of the 'pocalypse She opens her lips and it goes like this When the golden rule and the jungle meet There'll be nothing to love and there'll be no one to beat

Oh, the things we know, the things we don't Oh, the things we think, we can, will and won't We're loathed together and nothing's left We're all together and we're all bereft

Capitalist, communist You did the hokey pokey and it went like this You hate each other and you love yourselves It might be heaven and it might be hell

Oh, the things we do, the things we say Oh, the things we wish we could wash away -You & Me:

Starting on the road Carefully unload Open-eyed and all the light is falling Back and forth And I concede of course Maybe I am in the way recalling

It's just you

Off again we go Another seed to sow Another part to keep in proper order What have I begun? Get away undone I have seen the signs and I ignored them

Now it's you and me Divine, a circular design Do-do-do-do-doo Time, and place in mind Points along the line Do-do-do-do-doo

Sitting in the park I carefully remark "Everything is better when you're learning" You were in the dark And I was in the dark Everything is made to keep on turning

It's just you and me Divine, a circular design Do-do-do-do-doo Time, and place in mind Points along the line Do-do-do-do-doo You and me Return to be In orbit all the time

You turn away and around I've been coming down I've been coming down You turn away and around I've been coming down I've been coming down You turn away and around I've been coming down I've been coming down You turn away and around I've been coming down I've been coming down -Cannibal:

Looking for a cavern A place where she can stay Waiting for the darkness When she leaves obsessed to make her way to me Because it's getting to the time when she will need to feed

And I am the willing victim of a cannibal She rips out my bones just like I'm an animal And right when I'm feeling like my blood is drained She calls it a game But the wound that she leaves is unmistakable

I'm not the only one that she has come to see Dig up the skeletons of men who thought that they would be the one like me Like they could be the ones to make her believe But for now

I am the willing victim of a cannibal She rips out my bones just like I'm an animal And right when I'm feeling like my blood is drained She calls it a game But the wound that she leaves is unmistakable

Hiding in corners, disguised She's a phantom, a glimmer inside She keeps on feeding while I am conceding So please, won't you tear me open wide?

I am the willing victim of a cannibal She rips out my bones just like I'm an animal And right when I'm feeling like my blood is drained She calls it a game But the wound that she leaves is unmistakable -Who You Are:

You were the chosen appointment to be who you are I have been sitting and waiting and hoping apart You are insight in the air, in the night, in the airplane I am a light in the city your flight overcame

How is it all of the people can know who you are? Off in the distance emitting a glow in the dark I see you Not too far

Maybe there's something to being the one who you are Holding the thoughts in as you pull away in your car I get to thinking a little too often and All that I want is a little aloft and Maybe it's all too much thinking and not enough heart

How is it all of the people can know who you are? Off in the distance emitting a glow in the dark All of it subtle and all of it very bizarre How is it all of the people can know who you are? I see you Not too far

Armed to the teeth You will sit at the fireside We are the ones who have chosen the other side It was easy to see You were ready to be And it all falls down

You rose up And rode away underground Alone, us Finding our way to found You rose up And rode away underground Alone, us Finding our way to found Dark, I see you Not too far -Sacred Beast:

We live in the service of the king Almighty in control of everything As the queen decides who lives and dies Tonight we will sing

Love was never more than going Hmm-hmm-hm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hm-hmm Hmm-hmm-hm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hm-hmm Hmm-hmm-hm-hmm-hmm, easiest thing

Our mission is to slay the sacred beast Who has come to claim our innocence at least And though those who went before us won't return For the feast

We'll be riding high and going Hmm-hmm-hm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hm-hmm Hmm-hmm-hm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hm-hmm Hmm-hmm-hm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hm-hmm-hm

Worst of all it knows its only truth is made of lies Wanting for aught and ever-wise So there will need to be a compromise Easier to close our eyes See the other sides of our disguise

We thought we had found a separate peace Thought all our pain had finally been released But as long as it's alive we'll never rest In one piece

Meanwhile, may it join in going Hmm-hmm-hm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hm-hmm Hmm-hmm-hm-hmh-hmm, hmm-hm-hmm Hmm-hmm-hm-hmm-hmm -Hymn for a Scarecrow:

You hang around for a living Somewhere between all the land and the sky Being by never forgiving Nobody knows you and neither do I

Birds may believe at a distance You wear a grin and keep perfectly still Driven away with persistence I wonder if they have wondered or will ever wonder Ever wonder

Farmer Jim hums when he's all alone He may imagine you heard and he knew You wouldn't hear what he might have known I wonder whether he wonders if you ever wonder Ever wonder

Oh, scarecrow Maybe the wind knows Whether you wonder Who's calling your name

Scarecrow Maybe the wind knows Whether you wonder If you are to blame

Mother Earth's love whispered to me (and it wasn't her fault) Real is a feeling and feeling is real All of you are flowing through me But you wouldn't know how to fathom or feel

When the wind blows The wind knows The wind knows

Oh, scarecrow Maybe the wind knows Whether you wonder Who's calling your name

Shame how nobody knows you Only who wonders if you are to blame

Saving the grain of your golden domain Without even reasoning why The crows seem to know where you need them to go Igniting a spark in their minds, so they circle and fly

Fly, fly, fly Fly, fly, fly, fly Fly, fly, fly, fly Fly, fly, fly, fly

You hang around for a living Blown in the wind like a pinned butterfly Monarch of ever forgiving Some of us wonder if you want to die Would you want to die?

How I wonder, ever wonder Ever wonder, ever wonder Ever wonder, ever wonder (the wind knows, the wind knows) Ever wonder, ever wonder (the wind knows, the wind knows) Ever wonder, ever wonder (the wind knows, the wind knows) Ever wonder, ever wonder (the wind knows, the wind knows) Ever wonder, ever wonder (the wind knows, the wind knows) Ever wonder, ever wonder (the wind knows, the wind knows)

The wind knows, the wind knows The wind knows, the wind knows The wind knows, the wind knows The wind knows, the wind knows -A Lady: I know a lady, good and evil Showed me that I was a gentleman Wait for the girl to blossom into Colors that grow where you can -The Trap:

Whispered leaves on swaying trees And mysteries define Summer nights of endless light Remind us of the line that's yours and mine

Thoughts of green and breezes mean I'm growing from a stem Missing dirt on my T-shirt You'll move a little closer, but the moving isn't over if it's

Them and you and me, stringing electricity And the rest of it is waiting under When it overflows, taking us where no one knows We remember when we fell into the trap

Midnight air is unprepared for Thoughts we would condemn Silence of the stars above in any other weather We would try to stay together but it's

Them and you and me stringing electricity And the rest of it is waiting under When it overflows, taking us where no one knows We remember when we fell into the trap

Mothers and fathers without will doubt Brother to brother another hold out Imagine a world if the numbers would take some time out Me without you and you without I want to break out of this abstracting pattern of layers but it's on -Turn the Lights Off:

Don't go in there You'll become one Freaky creatures Monster party Eyes of yellow Scales and feathers Tails in tethers Turn the lights off

Bend the nightmare You control it Artful dodger Easy does it Shut the closet Get under the covers Snakes and lovers Turn the lights off

Everybody likes to get taken for turns To see how bright the fire inside of us burns And everybody wants to get evil tonight But all good devils masquerade under the light

Here's the pinky There's the kinky Everybody complicate it Man and woman Baby child Calm and wild Turn the lights off

Don't remember (day's gone) What we look like (night's on) Younger holding (day's gone) One another (light's passed) Paper colors (day's gone) Dangle streaming (night's on) Tangle screaming (light's gone) Turn the lights off

Everybody likes to get taken for turns To see how bright the fire inside of us burns And everybody wants to get evil tonight But all good devils masquerade under the light

Can't they take it Should be stronger Books abandoned Breathe the water Mind distracted (bad girls) Sons and daughters (good boys) Out for slaughter (bad guys) Turn the lights off

Sparkles and shines on the water Seeps through the cumulus brume Tingles and tears while we're gazing Vanishes soon after bedtime for good

Don't you like it (day's gone) I know I do (night's on) How about you? (day's gone) What do we know (light's passed) Tiny patterns (day's gone) Hypnotizing (night's on) Terrorizing (light's gone) Turn the lights off

Everybody likes to get taken for turns To see how bright the fire inside of us burns And everybody wants to get evil tonight But all good devils masquerade under the light

Chroma diamonds Twinkle brightly Dance in darkness Blow the nights off Sleepy child Spark desire Walk the fire -Misery Fell:

Misery fell on the town when they lost all their looks Spent all those years with their jobs and their scholarly books With no one to share all their thoughts and their worldly-to-bes Oh, no They got down and prayed a little more for a life that was free

Wanting a change they assessed how reform comes around A wise man suggested they work in their smiles not their frowns And all of a sudden, it sounds like the town was to be Oh, yes A happier place where they live out their personal dreams

La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la

Why, oh why? This town without love, too much faith in above Can you feel the Force that it brings not to worry 'bout things Just the stars in the sky all enjoying their time With a hope for peace

First thing they do is to substitute pleasure for pain Helping themselves figure out there's so much they can gain The bad guys surrender their chemistry books at the fair Oh, well Then frolic and take in the love that persists everywhere

La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la

Why, oh why? This town without love, too much faith in above Can you feel the Force that it brings not to worry 'bout things Just the stars in the sky all enjoying their time With a hope for-

Why, oh why? This town without love, too much faith in above Can you feel the Force that it brings not to worry 'bout things Just the stars in the sky all enjoying their time All the people that kiss, all the children that wish All the fresh living flowers That spend all their hours outside in the rain Just so happy you came from so far for so long With a welcoming song Just to say, to say -Out in the Twilight:

Stone & glass, everything balancing Every saint has a sin Won't it last? Resident present I don't even want to ask

All the light is low Where the time will go All I know is that I can see anything Out in the twilight

All is past, everything interesting Is it new? Is it me? Stone & glass, give me a reason it Ought to be easy to last

All the light is low Where the time will go All I know is that I can see anything Out in the twilight

And in between, eternally An even fall is all that will appear to be Our story's old and either end untold The in-between goes on

Collect yourself and move into the street Out in the twilight The rest of our entire life is free Out in the twilight Collect yourself and move into the street Out in the twilight The rest of our entire life is free Out in the twilight -You:

It's never fair to say I never care about Anything 'cause I always care about you It doesn't seem like there's anything happening Nothing ever seems happening without you

Mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

It never seems like I'm all alone when now Everywhere that I search about is for you There's always something that's worth believing in Keep uncovering more at the thought, it's for you

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

In the warm sun Past the winter Here and ever, hear forever In the motion Frozen quiet Still it's spoken heart unbroken Clouds before us Unknown waters Greater spaces hold no hiding Far and near to Change or constant I'll still wait and do it all for you

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm -Fate of the Stars:

To leave from this tale, follow closely ahead Prepare to exist by the living & dead Too slow or too kind or too wary of those too at ease Past all the buried impressions of then Sullen drawn eyes and expressions to mend Continued through mirrors left broken to sing and be heard Through when it seems all the senses are lost to absurd

So the part where we are Trapped in active depart In the fate of the stars No, not one who we are No control pumping heart Button pressed mind in art Mind control, mind restart

To leave from the present with no source of sound They laugh because silence is never around Ignored and forgotten, the past may continue to breathe Feared not a rest by this desolate friend Whose patience revealed what intent comes to send With a stare at a hole in the world comes a lust to be high Above all the dark nested clouds that keep guard of the sky

So the part where we are Trapped in active depart In the fate of the stars No, not one who we are No control pumping heart Button pressed mind in art Mind control, mind restart

Step onto the Ferris wheel Round for day & night Lost in what's forever more Complacent in its reasons for Give & take & sleep & wake & Pray for day & night to come Again, we see there's certainty in What we feel and what we've heard Again, we see there's certainty in Expectations all the same -Introduction to the Snow:

Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune With sparkling crystals souls aglow

A part of thee in the key of what we know to be every part without me Knows only two can make it light

You'll live forever tonight -Isle Unto Thyself:

Blinding shining star You won't see so far Know what can't be shown Feel what can't be known

You were an island unto thyself You had a heart you hadn't felt Why would it hurt me? Or was it real?

It was the night we had to part We were afraid to miss the start What did it matter? Why would it matter? And could we heal?

Blinding shining star You won't see so far Know what can't be shown Feel what can't be known

I was a victim of magic Apollo, catching my breath as I bled on the ground Somebody called me to follow I followed thinking aloud without hearing the sound

Then, all the planets fell to dust Lonely departing after us Gone, not forgotten Long, but forgotten old lore

In every element of life Love camouflaging under strife or other matters Minds over matters, let there be more

Maybe you'll exit tomorrow The sorrow sweeping you off as your island replies Sudden invincible flowing A river clearer than all thou might view with thine eyes

Why did fire-erupted lands arrive? Why did murderous animals survive? Why did we deserve to be revived? Why was any and everything alive? -Black Rainbows:

Do we remember (Oma'oma'o polū poni) Connected rainbows? ('Ele'ele, 'ele'ele) Stella octangula

I see the praised rays You see me smile We know the joy beyond above Has been here awhile

I draw the rainbows You draw them near ('Ele'ele) And lo the hues arrange to show It's perfectly clear ('Ele'ele)

Stella octangula ('Ula'ula 'alani melemele) (Oma'oma'o polū poni)

I draw the rainbows ('Ele'ele) You draw them near ('Ele'ele) And lo the hues arrange to show ('Ele'ele) It's perfectly clear ('Ele'ele)

Do we remember ('Ula'ula 'alani melemele) Connected rainbows? (Oma'oma'o polū poni) ('Ula'ula 'alani melemele) (Oma'oma'o polū poni) (Ah-ha!) -White Ball:

Drift aloft In some effortless place Bound by delicate dread Saving no face

Air dissolves Where one game is designed Something's elegant find So the program goes

Fate decides How these columns align Birth by chess or benign Every moment

Marble gods Tango circles in space 'Round the already dead Hung by staircase up

On and on The awakening light Will bathe slumbers Of ethereal sights Today is renewed, is reborn Each day, I am new, I am yours

So please dismiss What they claim about this Being in vain to explain How expressed with a kiss Taking passionate steps Floor suspending abyss

Such impossible bliss Such impossible bliss Such impossible bliss Such impossible bliss Such impossible bliss Such impossible bliss -Murders:

He was in the forest looking to see the trees But none were there He found a girl She found the Erlking (the lover)

They were in the white wood Gamboling out to picnic In the light leaves broke above Then fell below

I was in the middle ground Looking to find the flowers in the garden Wearying of the hate me, hate me not Wait. they forgot Woe, oh, the rot

Deeper in they crept Oblivious of the bears and darker terrors Or none were there How did they dare?

I was in the middle ground Looking to find the fountain of infinite mirror Tree falling, no one would hear Shadow of nobody there Murders of murderers living in fear of it

Owls on the night watch Solemn and easily wise to what we thought They thought above Sound broke below

They were in the black wood Coveting indiscreetly her for him Or him for her Shown what they were

I was in the middle ground Looking to find the fountain of infinite mirror Tree falling, no one would hear Shadow of nobody there Murders of murderers living in fear of it

I was in the clearing Buzzing around to hearing But the bees and birds who knew the words Soon arrived the twilight Finally the night and day remembered How they came to be

All for nothing at all All for nothing at all With something to do

I was in the forest looking to see the trees But none were there -宇宙ステーションのレベル7:

十五年後、待ち時間は終わった それは大地を残すことは無理 我々は天国から出発 それは秘密じゃない すぐに誰もが知っている

HEAVEN 天の御国 HEAVEN 天国は待機

それは大地で宇宙ステーションだ も何もこれに比較しません レベル七にはしごを使用し 睡眠、俺の子供 明るい目が待っています

HEAVEN 天の御国 HEAVEN 天の御国

UN ENSEMBLE D'ENFANTS LA GALAXIE S'ÉTEND JARDIN DE L'IMAGINATION

JE DOIS DIRE BONSOIR LANCE-TOI ET TU VIVRAS TOUJOURS CE SOIR

HEAVEN 天の御国 HEAVEN 天国は時機 HEAVEN 天の御国 HEAVEN 天国は時機 -The Mind Electric:

Think of these thoughts as limitless light Exposing closing circuitry of fright Think of each moment holding this breath As death minute in decimal

Resident minor, how do you plead? We'll need your testimony on the stand Solemnly swear to tell the whole truth So help you son, now raise your right hand

Father your honor, may I explain? My brain has claimed its glory over me I've a good heart albeit insane Condemn him to the infirmary

All mine towers crumble down the flowers gasping under rubble Shrieking in the hall of lull, thy genius saves a thirst for trouble

Scattering sparks of thought energy Deliver me and carry me away Here in my kingdom I am your Lord I order you to cower and pray

Nuns commence incanting as the lightning strikes mine temples thus Electrifying mine chambers, wholly scorching out thine sovereignty So-so-so-so-so-so-so-so spiraling down thy majesty I beg of thee, have mercy on me I was just a boy you see I plead of thee have sympathy for me

See how the serfs work the ground (see how they fall) And they give it all they've got (fall) And they give it all they've got (fall) And you give it all you've got 'til you're down (fall)

See how the brain plays around And you fall inside a hole you couldn't see And you fall inside a hole inside a- Someone help me Understand what's going on inside my mind Doctor I can't tell if I'm not me

When it grows bright, the particles start to Marvel having made it through the night Never they ponder, weather electric Calming if you look at it right! -Labyrinth:

See how I circle Imaginary mind Imaginary lines Let the maze of my design carry you on

Just bumped my head and my face turns purple Running through hurdles Running in circles Trying to escape from this thing that I fear Everything seems clear like the end is near

In the rear I can see the beast getting close Surrounded by ghosts in a cloud of smoke

The smoke reeks of failure I don't want to fail But all the stairwells lead straight to hell So I'm jumping trap doors in the floor 'fore they floor me Focus on the love and the light right before me

Walls keep spinning and my path keeps turning Patience thinning and my calves keep burning Hotter than a furnace Suddenly I'm learning Maybe I finally reached the point of no return and East is North and West is South I feel like I'm 'a never get out I'm trapped

See how I circle Imaginary mind Imaginary lines Let the maze of my design carry you on See how I fly away (away, away, away, away, away)

Behind me my ex-girl's chasing me In front of me, my next girl's facing me Awaiting me The light's in my sight but I can't cross these enemy lines I'm behind I can feel the fatigue but I'm dying to shine But the road winds I rewind, I rewind

Got to find a new place to hide for the night Will I ever escape Boy, I try and I try Everybody's watching me I'm dying to get out In the glass labyrinth, I am the mouse

See how I circle I'm trapped I'm trapped It's just a game you play Here in this labyrinth (I'm trapped) -Time Machine:

Look Oh look at what you've done now to me Dead tired and ornery I'm leaving today today

Thinking of the way I used to spend the time I can see that I have overpaid Past is passed and rather than regret the old I can live it back the other way

Just look Oh look at what you've done now to me Free floating temporally I'm leaving today today

I avoid the messiness of misery Playing in dimension number four I can get away to any time I like Space-time's any time and many more

Live the dream with a time machine You've been waiting forever But you can make ever wait for you Do what you want to do

Live the dream with a time machine You've been waiting forever You'll have time enough to spend some time alone

Wait I await for all eternity With standing modernity Is where we must stay today

Now I know the nature of no urgency Now I know why now is never gone Fleeting in this mode of making memories Keeping up this pace of keeping on

Live the dream in a time machine You've been waiting forever But you can make ever wait for you Do what you want to do

Live the dream in a time machine You've been waiting forever

You'll have time enough to spend some time alone All alone Time alone

Live the dream with a time machine You've been waiting forever

Live the dream with a time machine You've been waiting forever

Live the dream with a time machine You've been waiting forever

Live the dream with a time machine

Live the dream with a time machine You've been waiting forever

Live the dream with a time machine -Stranded Lullaby:

There's a still tension in the swell Of dreamt debris afloat amidst the waves and then dispel

Aimless thoughts and papers blown around A million moments meant remembered rest in deep dark sound Game the mess I'd like to know why you are all alone while I'm lost at sea Maybe we'll be there when you want

Anchorless and unmoored set amiss Awake would only prove the fantasy made lucid sense Sail on, sail on I'd like to know why you are all alone while I'm lost at sea Maybe we'll be there when you want

There's a still tension in the swell So given to the vast receiving emptiness of time Beyond, beyond I'd like to know why you are all alone while I You're unsure if I am A loose end or a strand That waits for you to mend or understand -Dream Sweet in Sea Major:

Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune For merely dreaming we were snow

A siren sounds like the goddess who Promises endless apologies of paradise And only she can make it right So things are different tonight

We'll go together in flight

It's now and never A reverie endeavor Awaits somnambulant directives To take the helm

Believe me, darling The stars were made for falling Like melting obelisks As tall as another realm

Un ensemble d'enfants La galaxie s'étend Jardin de l'imagination Combler la lacune Voler face à la lune Vois comme nous évoluons

It feels like flying But maybe we're dying A cosmic confluence of Pyramids hologrammed

She knows you heard her Staging music murder In line before the show began To be where I am

Children born of one emotion Our devotion's deepest ocean No division reasoned we'll be free

To know We are beyond a bow And lo, the hues arrange to show It's perfectly clear

You look quite divine tonight Here among these vibrant lights Pure delights surround us as we sail Signed, yours truly, the whale

Joy mirage's kingdom come No one left at stake Now that existence is on the wake Let's see what we can make

The part is wholly ending A line in any final song So long, so far

We will be atoning At last eternal through the past Above a blinding star

Bye, hi Sigh, Hawaii We never meant to part Sublime, thy art

One light Higher than the sun Invisible to some Until it's time

[solarmorrigan]

You're Not the Type to Give Yourself Enough Love - Chapter 6 [Complete!]

It’s been a bad day.

Something’s had Steve’s subconscious in a bind all week (fucked if he even knows what at this point), and it’s been nothing but weird, anxious dreams at best and nightmares at worst.

The lack of sleep has kicked his brain in on the act and his hands have been shaky for the last couple of days, and a little jerky since this morning (it’s annoying, but it’s not such an uncommon symptom that it makes him worry; sometimes it means a migraine, sometimes it’s just… a thing. A thing that his body does now, after all the trauma he’s put it through. Just a thing).

He’d already been tired and on edge, and then the pool cleaners had called.

There’d been a family emergency, and they wouldn’t be able to make it out to do their regular maintenance this week, they hope Steve understands.

And Steve had said of course, no problem. Hope everything works out.

Except there had, actually, been a problem.

Read the rest on Ao3!

Be sure to listen to @sunlightsymphony's podfic, too; just follow the same link! They do such a wonderful job breathing life into this story, and now you can listen to it all in one go!

Thank you to everyone who's been following along <3

[falloutjuli]

Look who got mad Chuuya brainrot so Im gonna drop this one here while I continously work on my other two ideas uwu. dont even ask how i came up with any of this, I typed this in like two nights I think? Im not even sure anymore lmaooooo.

Also its my first time writing for BSD sooo, hi im nervous af.

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Chuuya Nakahara × fwb!gn!Reader - Lets be more than friends

Wordcount: 2,7k

Short summary: After an excruciating couple weeks, Chuuya texts his friend to come over and they do. Unfortunately after some great time together, Chuuya gets hit with a dose of reality that the situation is changing and perhaps he has waited too long.

Warnings: Very brief not super detailed smut, some cursing, FWB Situation, toxic frommer relationship mentioned, theres a creepy guy reader goes on a date with. THEY/THEM pronouns and Y/N used.

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>>Could you do me a favor? Please go to my apartment, make yourself comfortable, order some food for the two of us and then let me fuck you until I forget my own name.<<

Arriving at his front door, Chuuya wondered if perhaps he had been a little too harsh in his message. But the smell that invaded his nostrils the second he opened the door told him they didn't take it in a mean way. Kicking off his shoes, putting away his hat and coat he walked into the kitchen where they were staring at his oven.

"Welcome home Chuuya." Y/N said, giving him a warm smile. "Roughly thirty minutes, then food should be ready, sorry that's it's that long, I miscalculated my time preparing."

"You could have just gotten takeout or something. I didn't expect you to cook. And also..." Chuuya looked at his couch that was cleaned up. And now that he looked around, everything was cleaner.

"Gathered your laundry, put on a machine, and cleaned a little. Like I said, welcome home."

The cheeky smile they gifted him, while saying so nonchalantly that they did all this for him, it had Chuuya grin, walking quickly over and lifting them up to sit them down on the counter. Getting between their legs, the redhead grinned up at Y/N, who lovingly put their hands on his cheeks, cupping his face.

Their lips finally met and both relaxed into the other, with Y/N brushing their thumbs over his smooth skin and Chuuyas arms wrapped tightly around Y/Ns waist.

This wasn’t enough in Chuuyas mind, he needed more so his tongue rather quickly invaded their mouth, making his desperation rather clear. Pulling away after a while, a little out of breath, Y/N spoke up; "We got still twenty-five minutes left until your oven beeps soooo..."

Without any hesitation, Chuuya lifted them up, carrying them over to his bedroom to do what they did so many times already.

The undressing of Chuuya was practiced by Y/N so many times now that it happened very quickly. The buttons opened, vest, shirt and accessories discarded (except for the choker, which they never took off, they had once confessed to Chuuya how much it turned them on), his pants pooling on the floor.

Thanks to Y/N rather simple outfit tonight they were undressed soon too and so it wasn't before long that Chuuya was inside of them, the main noise that filled the room being their moans. Y/N still had a sly grin on their face and Chuuya was determined to fuck it out of them.

"What you grinning for like that?"

"Dunno. Ah... I just like the way...fuck...it riles you up."

Biting his lip, he picked up the pace, making the person underneath him a moaning mess.

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His hand roughly grabbed a fist full of h/c colored strands of hair as he came down their throat, a shaky "Fuck~" on his lips.

Patiently, Y/N waited until he had rode out his orgasm and took his whole length one more time before letting him go and swallowing the cum. "You're too good to me." Chuuya said, falling backwards on his bed from his sitting position, still a little out of breath.

"Oh please, it's nothing." They said, got up, and looked at the sprawled-out man. He was pretty, oh so pretty.

Putting their underwear back on and stealing one of the bathrobes that looked so exquisite, they walked back out to the kitchen, checking on the food, which finally looked done. While carefully pulling the steaming hot Lasagna out, Chuuya exited his bedroom, dressed in Casual sweatpants and shirt.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked as he crept up behind Y/N, pressing a few light kisses onto their neck. "Not at all. Don't worry. I know how you are when you come back from a long mission and then get even more work loaded onto you."

Chuuya kind of disliked how easy they were able to read him, but at the same time it made things so easy. They understood each other wordlessly. Y/N always knew what he needed, wasn't mad if he was unable to keep in touch due to work and was there whenever he needed them. It was perfect.

So, while he let Y/N fill plates with food, Chuuya grabbed wine and glasses for them, placing them on the couch, where not long after Y/N then proffered the plates and took seat next to him. Putting on the TV for some background noise, Chuuya leaned back with a filled glass in hand, taking a long sip.

"Thank you. For everything." He whispered quietly, almost thinking his friend hadn't heard him, but they did reply.

"No, don't thank me. I'm just helping you out a little."

"I have to. I haven't texted you in a couple of weeks and then only send you that message that I typed while rushing out of my boss’s office after getting more work loaded onto me." And without even wanting to, anger filled him, but it just as quickly subsided when a warm hand was placed on his chest, calmly petting him.

"Don't sweat it. You're here, you have wine, so relax a little."

Moving to sit on him, straddling him, Y/N got comfortable and reunited their lips again. He tasted like his wine, sweet though also a little bitter, which was so unapologetically Chuuya in every way.

Just when that new make out session was getting heated once more, with their hands in his red hair and his hands slipping underneath the robe, a phone notification ripped them out of their bliss.

 "Sorry I..." they mumbled as they leaned over, grabbing the device from the couch and swiftly unlocking it. Chuy's groaned, taking another sip. "Who's interrupting?" He asked and the grin on Y/Ns face grew wide.

"My date for next week."

Suddenly it felt like the wind has been knocked out of Chuuyas lungs. He just stared at his friend, who was happily texting, on top of him.

His chest felt heavy, his thoughts raced through his mind, but he couldn't even make out what he was thinking, nor what he was feeling.

"A date?" He asked, his voice suddenly sounding strange to him. "Yeah. I went out with friends recently and I met some really nice guy who kept buying me drinks!" They laughed, putting their phone aside.

"And we exchanged numbers and he asked me out. Aren't ya happy for me?"

"Yeah totally. It's what you deserve!" He lied through his teeth. Unexplainably he didn't feel happy, though it was what he had hoped for Y/N all this time.

He had met them after they got out of a horrible relationship. And out of their friendship and shared need for human contact blossomed a little friends with benefits situation.

He knew what they were, so why did his chest feel like it was burning, why did he feel regret that he had left Y/N for weeks, allowing some asshole who wasn't deserving of them to even get a chance.

"Aw thank you. I'll let you know how it went. But for now, we should get eating, otherwise I'll feel like I wasted all my time preparing this." They slipped out of his lap, plopping down beside him and grabbing their plate.

His appetite was lost but Chuuya still ate, not wanting them to feel like it was going to waste.

The meal continued in an awkward silence, broken only by the clinking of utensils and the distant sounds of the city outside. Chuuya mechanically put food in his mouth, but it might as well have been cardboard for all he tasted. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

As they ate, Y/N seemed oblivious to Chuuyas inner turmoil. They chatted about their upcoming date, sharing more details about the guy they had met and their plans for the evening. Chuuya tried to feign interest, asking questions, and nodding at appropriate times, but his heart wasn't in it.

He couldn't shake the feeling of regret, the nagging thought that he had missed an opportunity. They had been there for each other in the aftermath of Y/N's horrible breakup, and their friends-with-benefits arrangement had provided comfort and solace.

But somewhere along the way, he had allowed himself to become emotionally attached, even if he hadn't realized it until now.

And this realization now threatened to crush him under the weight it held. From the corner of his eye, he looked at Y/N, who still wasn't aware of his silent demise at all. Their eyes were on the TV, a kind smile on their lips as always.

Soon the dinner was over, food had been eaten, wine has been downed, and internally Chuuya was still freaking out in a way. But what was he supposed to do? Overstep their boundaries, and just tell them he got attached now that they met someone? That would have been cruel and unfair to them, so he swore to not say anything about it.

"Hey you alright?" Y/N asked, placing their hand on his, concern written all over their face. "Nothing to worry about. Just thinking about all the work I'll have to do the coming days." Seemingly believing his lies, they smiled again, and went to clean up.

"You don't have to-" Chuuya said but was immediately hushed. "Let me do this for you."

So, he let them, he couldn't deny them.

Once everything was clean and Y/N was back in her own clothes, Chuuya accompanied them to the door.

"You won't allow me to thank you, but please know I'm glad you were here tonight."

"Always Chuuya. Just text me when you can, and I won't be mad when you won't, I know you're busy." He nodded absentmindedly, his thoughts only clouding with regret over his missed chance. Y/N quickly hugged him tight, mumbling; "Alright then, see you soon hopefully."

"Yeah, see you soon." He replied and watched them leave. Back inside behind closed doors, he just walked to his bed, laid down and felt the emptiness that suddenly felt crushing. He had never felt lonely in his bed.

But tonight, he did.

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Radio silence from both ends followed that evening. Chuuya was predictably busy with Mafia work while Y/N was simply caught up in their own life and prepared for their date.

So Chuuya didn't really expect a sudden message appearing on his phone that read; >> SOS, help me! I'm at the Yokohama Sunset grill place, pllsss<<

"Will you guys be alright without me?" Chuuya asked directed at his subordinates, who were by now only cleaning up the guys Chuuya left behind.

"Of course, Nakahara!" One replied so Chuuya quickly got on his motorcycle and took off towards the place mentioned in the message.

The drive towards the restaurant was rather pleasant, the early dusk painted the sky all kinds of colors and the air was chilly but not too cold yet.

His mind was restless, hoping nothing too bad has happened. And in case it did, well whoever hurt Y/N better be prepared for the wrath of a Mafia executive with the ability to manipulate gravity.

Arriving at the fancy looking  place he spotted his friend near the entrance being talked to by a guy who was rather rudely invading their personal space.

Y/N was smiling but Chuuya immediately spotted that it was a fake and pained one. He quickly got off and walked over, his coat wafting behind him as he did. "Chuuya!" Y/N immediately called out, leaving their leaned position. And meeting Chuuya halfway.

"Hey woah woah, Y/N we ain't done yet." The guy called out and came after them.

Chuuyas eyes narrowed as he approached the scene, his protective instincts kicking in. He stood beside Y/N, his presence meant to offer support without escalating the situation. Y/N, visibly uncomfortable, took a step closer to Chuuya.

"Listen," Y/N began, their tone polite but firm, "I appreciate the evening, but I'm just not feeling it. Let's part ways amicably."

The guy's cocky demeanor faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, leaning in closer to Y/N. "Come on, don't tell me you'd pick that shrimp over me," he sneered, glaring at Chuuya. "He's barely a man. Honey, you can't be real. Come on, let's go to my place."

Chuuya clenched his fists, his temper rising, but he reminded himself to stay calm. He didn't want to make things worse for Y/N. Instead, he spoke in a measured tone. "Look, she's made her decision, and you need to respect that. It's time to move on."

Y/N nodded in agreement, their fake smile still in place. "Yeah, sorry, but I'm really not interested. Thank you for the evening, though."

The guy's face contorted with anger, and he took a step back, his frustration evident. "You're making a big mistake," he spat before storming off.

Chuuya watched him leave, making sure he was well and truly gone before turning his attention back to Y/N. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, genuine concern in his eyes.

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, their shoulders relaxing. "Yeah, thanks to you. I really didn't want things to get any worse."

Chuuya gave them a reassuring smile. "I've got your back, always. Let's get out of here and grab a drink perhaps? My place is closer than yours, but only if that’s alright with you…“ He said, and carefully examined their reaction, not wanting to cause any mire discomfort.

“Yes please, get me out of here.“ They replied and followed Chuuya over to his motorcycle. They have ridden together a few times already, but it still felt a little weird every time again.

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The ride to Chuuyas apartment was silent, but it was a comfortable one. Y/Ns arms around his frame felt nice and Chuuya felt more than happy that they had contacted him to rescue them in a sense.

They remained in silence all the way up Chuuyas apartment, and even until they were both seated on the couch with wine filled glasses. Putting an arm around them, Chuuya pulled Y/N close.

"You alright?" He asked as his head leaned on theirs. "Yeah. Thank you for coming. The guy kept pestering me no matter how many times I said no. He wasn't like that before and didn't know what to do so I texted you."

Suddenly they leaned away and looked at Chuuya shocked. "I didn't call you away from work or anything, right?"

Laughing, he waved his hand and shook his head. "No. Also don't worry your pretty head about that. I'll gladly come safe you any time from some creep." Smiling brightly, they clicked their glasses together and then took a long sip.

Feeling glad that his beloved was back with him, safe and sound, he also felt dread creeping up in him again. This time your date went as poor as possible, but what about a next time?

He didn’t even want there to be a next time. It was time to be honest.

“Hey, Y/N?” He asked carefully. Making a humming noise as a signal to continue, Y/N looked expectantly at him.

“I…I think I like you more than I should, considering what he are and I…” Okay, that had sounded a lot more smooth in his mind, now it was just awkward, with them staring blankly at him.

He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, trying to somehow formulate what he was trying to say.

“Chuuya, are you asking me out?” Y/N asked and Chuuya just answered with an enthusiastic; “Yes!”

Much to his surprise, they laughed warmly, before putting a hand on his. “I’d love to. I think we can skip a couple of steps and get right to the fun parts huh?”

It took Chuuya a second before he realized what Y/N was saying. “The fun parts are what I’m best at.”

Pulling them over and placing them in his lap, Chuuya passionately pressed his lips onto theirs, enjoying the smile his partner had as he did so.

“I know.” Y/N said as they pulled away, pressing a couple of light kisses all over Chuuyas blushing face. "But I am also pretty good at them, no?"

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 8: Toys with Charon.

Pairing: Charon X Fem!Reader Word Count: 1444 Warnings: Daddy Kink, Baby Girl Kink, F using Vibrator, Voyeurism, F and M masturbation, Dirty talk, Dom/Sub dynamics, Making out, Reader is the LW but it's not alluded to.

Kinktober 2024 Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

“Moira wants us to what?” Charon’s tone was utterly incredulous as he looked down at you.

“She wants us to test out a device she made.” You answered as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

The little metal tube sat on the bed next where you both stood, wrapped in fabric to keep it from getting scuffed, which would be less than ideal given its purpose.

“What is it?” He asked, blue eyes shifting down to the suspicious package.

“Well…That’s why she asked us to test it…” You answered, face going hot as a flush creeped up your next, similar to the one that had followed the same path when Moira had made her request.

The bare spot where Charon’s brow would be lifted as he crossed his arms, waiting impatiently for you to elaborate.

“She said it’s a type of er…Toy?” You started hesitantly.

The tall ghouls’ brows furrowed in confusion for a moment as he thought over all the, very little, context he now had before realization made them shoot up as his eyes went wide.

“She made a fucking sex toy?” He didn’t sound angry, more just incredibly shocked and a little scandalized that Moira of all people had both made the toy and asked them to test it for her.

“W-well when you put it like that it sounds dirty.” You stammered, mistaking his tone for rejection of the idea. “She found some old books and magazines and something kinda like this was in one of them and she said it seemed interesting.”

Charon let you ramble for a moment as he stared down at the little package, it was decently sized, about a foot long and it looked like the wrappings currently made up most of width, though there seemed to be things protruding from both ends, one squared and the other bulbous.

“And we’re the only couple she knows that’s nearby that still…Ya know…” You’d been chattering on this whole time, trying to sell Charon on an idea that he had already decided was going to happen whether you reported back to Moira or not.

“Take your clothes off.” He ordered without acknowledging anything else you’d said.

Your eyes, which had wandered off in thought looking for more reasons why you should use the toy, snapped back to him. “Huh?” You said dumbly.

“I said. Take your pants off, Baby Girl. Now.” And just like that Charon turned into Daddy, and your brain turned into scrambled eggs.

“Um, yeah! Right. Yup. On it.” You stuttered as you started unzipping your Vault suit till you could push it down your legs to pool around your feet, leaving you in your dirty white tank top and panties, cleaner and also white.

You half expected him to order you on the bed, but instead he closed the distance between you in a step and a half before bending down to pull you into a kiss, at first it was soft and sweet, but as quickly as it started it turned filthy.

You were the one to make that shift, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him closer as your tongue darted out to swipe teasingly at his lips.

He took it from there.

Strong hands dropped down to the backs of your thighs to scoop you up, wrapping your legs around his hips to keep yourself stable, he walked you both to the bed as tongues twisted, your soft sighs fanning warmly on his slowly reddening lips.

He held you there for a few more moments, in his arms at the edge of the bed. Taking the time to just enjoy tasting your lips for a second longer before tossing you on the bed like a ragdoll.

Apparently subverting your expectations was on the agenda for the evening, as rather than undress himself or make any move for the toy, he pulled the chair from the corner and sat down, his half-hard cock already starting to strain at his zipper.

“Unwrap it.” He ordered, voice slightly breathless from all the kissing and rougher from arousal.

Your fingers trembled from excitement as you rolled to your knees to grab the package.

It was a simple clean rag wrapped around with some twine to keep it all together, so with a simple pull at the end of the small bow it fell away to reveal the cause of all this.

As stated before, it was about a foot long, mostly handle with a little twitch near the square end, which turned out to be a small fusion battery in a casing. The bulbous end was some kind of stuffing in a kind of flesh-like plastic, it was smooth to the touch and a little squishy.

“Um…How does it…” You murmured as you examined it for a moment before looking to Charon for guidance and finding him staring directly at it with the darkest, hottest, most turned on expression you think you’ve ever seen on his face.

His chin was tilted down, eyes half lidded and practically glowing with the blazing heat of his gaze, face otherwise stony but the way his breathing had sped up just a little told you everything you needed to know.

He knew exactly what that was. He’d seen toys like it before the war, and wondered what magazine the crazy store owner had found if one of these was in it.

“It’s a vibrator. Turn it on.” He instructed, voice all gravel and pebbles at this point.

Flipping the little switch brought it to life, the whole thing shaking in your hand, sending shocks up you arm for a moment.

Out of surprise you dropped it on the bed, feeling almost like it had shocked you.

Charon reached out and flipped it off before holding out to you. “Show me your pretty pussy, Baby Girl.”

A few moments later your panties had found their new home on the floor, and your ass found its home on the mattress, legs spread as you use your fingers to circle your clit, slowly working yourself up while Charon watched with the slightest of smirks on his scarred lips, enjoying the show.

After a, very short, bit the room filled with the wet sound of your ministrations, and only then did Charon tell you to pick up the toy again.

“Turn it on.” His hand drifted down to the front of his pants, where he was clearly at full mast, and palmed himself for a moment before undoing the fastenings to pull his cock free. The switch clicked and the soft buzz of the vibrator sounded. “Now, put it on your clit.”

Your hand hesitated as you brought it closer, letting out a high gasp at the slightest of touches, not having expected to sudden jolt of wonderful sensation.

“Holy shit…” You whimpered, eyes slamming shut.

“Language.” Charon said with a lifted brow.

“Sorry, Daddy.” You murmured, looking back up at him.

He nodded and turned his gaze back to where your hand held the toy hovering near your dripping pussy.

Taking in a deep breath you brought it back to your clit, forcing your hand to stay still as your whole body lurched forward, knees trying to close around the toy, and a shamelessly loud moan launched from your lips.

Charon’s smirk widened as he watched. “Legs open, Baby. I can’t see the toy to make sure it’s working.” He patronized with a slight tilt of his head, as if trying to get a better view.

“D-Daddy…” You whimpered shakily as your whole body shivered, legs slowly falling open once more, though your knees continued to shake.

“That’s it, Baby Girl. Keep going…” He urged, large hand wrapped around his thick cock, jacking himself off to the sight of his pretty baby getting her world rocked like never before.

The orgasm hit you out of nowhere, smacking into you like a frag mine.

Pleasure rocked your whole body, wave after wave rolling up and down your spine, your eyes rolling as breathless cries flowed like water from parted lips.

You tried to will your hand away, but your body had locked up, thighs clamping together around your arm, holding the head of the toy in place.

Before you knew it another orgasm was building and crashing on you, this time sending a rush of fluid from your body to darken the mattress under you.

Your fingers gave out and let the toy tumble into the small puddle and you managed to open your eyes to find Charon panting, his hand painted white, and a wicked grin on his face.

This was going to be a long night.

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique Party

Manaworld Pictures & Double Z present:2 skunks, 1 guy!!

Mina and Maya were alone in the cozy apartment they shared with their sturdy himbo man, which for them meant a chance for mischief as Maya had out her tablet. The pair browsing the Manaworld Pictures website as the blue shapeshifter tapped the headline highlighting a recent video upload, one advertising a very special series of collaborations between Syx's studio and the famous anthro heteromorph based Double Z which was a big hit in the states and Canada alike, even gaining traction in Japan especially. This particular video was of course the first in a special collaboration between the 2 companies which would see some of their stars together. And of course their man, aka MWP's Mr.R was featured in quite a few of them and this particular one was a juicy one to say the least.

This recent upload batch featured and involved their Red Riot with none other than Double Z's famous Skunkette duo, Stacey and Tracey. It was said that up until their recent honeymoon special on the website, the pair had never performed together on camera shoots but rumor was their man had somehow managed to achieve that feat. But first of course they had to checkout just what sort of spicy work he'd done with the exotic, kinky couple separately and wasted no time clicking the first video. A simple little trailer titled "Stacey's got it going on, Mom...", as they waited through the usual buffer and load....

It started off simple enough, a basic pool cleaner boy type scenario in which Kirishima/Mr.R's character, aptly deemed Red, accidentally wound up becoming a peeping tom. Having been in the deep end of the pool dealing with a hard to reach area only for Stacey's character to enter and take a seat in the backyard to soak up some rays on her luscious black and white fur and just his luck, she liked to tan topless!! What followed was classic trailer bait as it was made clear Red would be caught in the act, being chastised by Stacey...before somehow being lead to doing it with her right by the poolside. The candy colored girlfriend duo feeling their slits soak through their panties at a brief but effective teasing highlight reel ranging from Stacey having their man eat her out to stroking and sucking him off, leading a few snips of scenes of her riding him cowgirl style to him plowing her in a mating press on her tanning chair before the Double Z logo flashed in teasing the release date.....

That little teaser was putting them in plenty mood to try out the next video to browse, a simple short with Stacey's perky, petite other half and their sturdy himbo entitled "Brother, my brother" and oh was it a juicy one to say the very least. The perky, petite toned cutie Tracey portrayed the mischievous step sister of Mr.R's character Red, her object of kinky affection and her himbo frat boy step brother who she simply loved to tease and flirt with. This was not helped in particular by her choice of casual wear or her bold little move of a game of truth or dare wherein if he picked the former, she'd ask him something sexual like what he had wet dreams about which made him avoid picking dare, not that she was any better as she'd share just a bit too much in truth and seemed to really want him to take advantage of her in dare. Until eventually their himbo boyfriend snapped and proceeded to pounce on the saucy little minx, much to her utter delight as her hunky step-bro unleashed and vented all his pent up lusts upon her as she was bent over his bed being taken doggy style before making out with him passionately in the powerful embrace of a mating press, the video ending with their shared climax as they basked in the afterglow, a text teasing this lewd saga would continue...

But of course one video had been highlighted by a feat their man had managed to achieved as they tapped play for a little short flick entitled "Twin Troubles", the brief but tedious buffering and loading leading to Kirishima start the video introducing himself through a narrated voiceover of his character Red. Akin to letters to that old smut rag Penthouse as shared a story about he once had a problem in that he was in love with two girls, Twin sister skunks as played naturally of course by Tracey and Stacey, showing brief slice of life scenes of their macho teddy bear being friends with the duo, Tracey of course as the younger sister still in school and barely legal, a natural role for her to pull off thanks to her body build, shape and size. He and Stacey were talking as he hung out at their house, just the two of them along before she guided him up to the bedroom where she proceeded to make her move and seduce him leading to the two go at it like minks in heat, naked as his muscular form rutted against her own furry self in a deep, intense missionary. This was right around when Tracey arrived home and followed the noise, curious and puzzled before she looked through the narrow opening of the door, gasping in silent shock at first before she was soon shamelessly spying on them, jilling herself as she watched in voyeuristic awe at her crush and her sister going at it currently with Stacey riding him cowgirl style, making out with him as her muzzle and his lips danced in a sloppy kiss..

As soon the two take a break from an intense first round of course, that was Tracey throws open the door angrily shouting at Stacey, clearly livid that her big sis would be so brazen as to make a move on her crush and it almost devolves into a cat fight before Red intervened to pry and keep the two apart, flinching as the twins looked at one another before they spoke up to lay out a challenge to one another. Who ever drained Red first wins which of course started off intense right off the bat with a blowjob duel before their overwhelmed crush proceeded to turn the tables on them like the absolute unit stud he was as he took turns facefucking them but ooh as he soon as he got right to fucking them, they pretty much forgot about their competition and just strapped themselves in for a ride on the fuck train. Ultimately a montage sequence of the twins being taken in most any and every possible threesome position ensued in between one on one rounds when one of them needed to rest, from being taken doggy style as she ate her sister out to Stacey fingering herself as she watched on with awe as Tracey was pinned up against the wall as red fucked her deep and hard until finally the girls passed out and Kirishima claims them both, standing tall literally and figuratively over them with specks of his jizz on the black portions of their fur. A bonus scene reveals after the end faded shows a little backstage interview with the Skunkettes who shared that originally the script called for Tracey to run away looking heartbroken, however Tracey couldn’t resist the two and decided to join in and was happy to say the dynamic of her and Stacey hadn’t changed, so they can be expected to be starring in future videos together which meant Kirishima had gone and actually done a shoot with both of them on camera at the same time.

This resulted in quite fine variety of videos ranging from shorts to full features of their sturdy himbo with the Skunkettes separately and individually and it was indeed oh so spicy. From a kinky short themed around Bambi which had Stacey as a sexy skunk appealing to Kirishima in the role of a hunter to spare her life by offering herself to him sexually as they made passionate rut amidst a field of flowers to Tracey as a young co-ed giving her first time to Red who was babysitter she’d been crushing on for years. While their duet features ranged often involved similar stories of kinky sisters sharing a man together or a lesbian couple experimenting by having a man spice uo their love life. It was quite an output of a body of work made possible by Kirishima’s drive and stamina and the Skunkettes’ experience and it was all sexy as fuck!

it was quite a contrast in the most fun ways of course when it came to Stacey and Tracey one on one and together, with Stacey being the most experienced adult film star of the duo and quite a capable sex poser always willing and able to take any challenge even if it damn near breaks her. Tracey meanwhile since her time with Double Z began had been notable for doing many barely legal themed porn shoots due to her slight, lean frame an young appearance along with and her eagerness to take mor than she can seem to handle. Together in camera of course you could feel the absolute love they had for one another but Mina and Maya couldn’t help but feel a little pride in how they seemed to take a shine to their himbo boyfriend. But of course they were ladies of taste and culture, it was only natural for them to do so and made for great chemistry on camera.

But of course the time was flying by as the candy coloured girlfriend duo continued to browse this lovely little visual feast only to pause in their smut marathon as they heard the door to their apartment open and close. Signalling thst their boyfriend was back from another busy day at MWP as Mr.R and no doubt ready to kick back and relax as the alpha girls awaited to greet him with smiles. Their sturdy himbo entering their sights as they noted he was blushing and seemed nervous for some reason. The reason why would make itself known as they heard a pair of playful giggles behind him followed by footsteps.

the source of this mystery was revealed to be Stacey Skunkette and Tracey Taylor herself, the skunkette sisters in all their spicy, sexy glory. Seems the black and white stripe furred couple wanted to enjoy some quality time off set and off the clock with their new favourite stud co-star and meet the lucky loves of his life. Mina and Maya surprised before they were soon sporting the same saucy minx grins as the skunkettes as their minds became as one in sharing the same idea. Suffice to say, Kirishima knew he wasn’t going to be getting any sleep tonight….

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Sparring gone Primal!!

Now Kendou Itsuka, the feisty and level headed big sis of Class B aka Battle-Fist, wasn't a sheltered girl, after all this time in campus life was when men and women alike in her age group got frisky and hormonal. She knew well enough about the birds and the bees especially with having a teacher like Ms.Midnight and all but she never figured herself to be the kinky or freaky sort of girl that was always DTF. But after witnessing Kirishima take her senpai Master Tigresss like a beast and seeing all his shredded muscles in action as the pair fucked, she'd been having sleepless nights ever since. She'd been seriously, really tempted to jump Kirishima and have her way with him but damnit all, she didn't want to seem like some impulsive slut.

So she took the time tog go and ask Mina as well as Maya for permission to, well quite frankly, ride him like a goddamn Rodeo Bull and Mina with her Chesire cat grin immediately said yes and that Maya and her had a plan for her to get Kirishima to certainly give her a nice hard fucking. Kendo really liked this idea so she wasted no time in putting into action by inviting Class A's resident hardening himbo to go to the U.A Gym hall to have a sparing match in fighting in any style. When he got there of course, well let's just say Kendo was wearing an outfit that complimented everything about her, leaving very little to the imagination and Kirishima had to calm himself down before his Lil' Riot went up and pitched a tent. So they started sparring, seemingly harmless and innocent at first but after a while, Kendo was groping him, copping a good feel of his muscles and few teasing touches close to his crotch making it clear she had some sensual intentions in mind and in store for him.

The return of of the sense of temptation wasn't helped by her making some sexual sounds whenever she'd block or counter a strike or press and rub her most intimate areas like her chest or her butt up against him. Making him feel a bit of deja vu no doubt from his rut with Tigress but oooh when he got her in a choke hold? The deep, sensual moan she let out followed by what he heard her say next made him him snap and the beast inside of him just want to come out to play. Much to her delight as Mina and Maya's lewd plan started to really come together now...but not as much as she was about to of course.....

But of course the moment the sturdy himbo pressed his lips to hers, feeling his tongue invade and probe her mouth, she knew she was going to be in for a wild ride. The fierce gal most knew as the BattleFist making out with the Red Riot as their bodies rolled along the padded floor. Clothes flying off as Kendou beheld that naked Adonis physique that had taunted her in her wet dreams ever since her little voyeurism show way back. Sensually biting her lip as she glanced at that erect, rigid cock pressing and rubbing agaisnt her slit while the himbo loomed over her ready to rock her world.

When he did, oooh the sensation of that length and girth penetrating her with inch after inch of pussy stuffing, womb pounding, ass gaping slab of heaven filling her up causing her body to light up with orgasmic flare. Deep throated moans escaping her as she draped her arms and legs around Kirishima's sculpted, flexing form as he was mounting her and thrusting deep and hard into her. Making her spine arch and oooh hot damn was it just hot how he kept those red eyes of his locked on her. Like he wanted to look her right in his own when he'd cum and being the primal alpha male he was, there was no doubt he'd be doing it inside of her....and that was such a damn turn-on!!

It was soon a cacophony of moans and howls of raw, sexual passion as she and Kirishima went at it with the same intensity with which had he unleashed upon Tigress. The rhythm of skin slapping skin deep and heavy as the pace with which his hips pumped and thrust into her as she showed just how flexible and limber her training had made her. And she hadn't needed to use her quirk for any extra leverage not when she had this hunky himbo to manhandle her so sexually and skillfully as they went from rolling along the floor to her being hoisted and held up into the air, legs draped along his shoulders and hooked in the grasp of those sculpted arms of his with her hips bouncing against the jackhammering pelvis to bounce and ride his shaft. It was a thrill to say the very least as orgasmic climaxes rocked her every nerve.

The sturdy himbo was rough, intense and deep in his fucking and Kendou woildnt have wanted it any other way, after all she wasn’t some fragile porcelains China doll! She was a capable woman and a hero in training at UA, she could take it and wanted nothing less than his most Plus Ultra!! From being bent over and pressed up against the mirror wall, hands palm flat on the reflective surface as she stood on shaken legs as she took from behind with her asscheeks clapping with the impact. To the pair playfully battling for dominance between an Amazon and mating press but ooh he certainly made sure to give her ass and her mouth just as much attention, after all a real man doesn’t leave a woman unsatisfied.

It had been an unforgettable experience to say the very least for Kendou as she relished every second to hours of that erotic marathons. Her body shuddering from the phantom sensations as she gladly gave Mina and Maya the details though if she had one complaint? It was that she had only agreed to it being a one time thing, she wanted, needed more as if sex with Kirishima had been like a hell of a drug. The big sis of Class B sat in the cafeteria pouting in a way that made her look adorable and sexy mooing snout her growing itch when who should be calling her attention but her classmate’s own resident metal head himbo Tersutetsu, asking her if she was okay.

Before she gave a retort, Kendou couldn’t help but pause as she looked the heavy metal dude over as it occured to her how for years him and Kirishkma were so damn alike. Similar quirks, similar philosophies, hell they even had the same birthday and then it clicked in her head thst the guy was single!! A big sexy grin forming on her pretty face much to the Real Steel hero’s puzzlement and confusion as she leaned in close to him. Catching him off guard and surprising many onlookers including an aghast Monoma as they witnessed her Kissing Tetsutetsu on the lips before she broke for sir and pulled him away with her back to her dorm room.

Tetsutetsu had no idea what was going on or what got into Kendou, one moment she was kissing him and now here he was in her bedroom naked and her riding him cowgirl style. But damn if she wasn’t looking so hot and sexy while doing so as he grasped those luscious hips and pumped away like a jackhammer. From that day on the resident himbo of class B was now the boyfriend of the one and only Battlefist and let's just say she was inspired by Mina’s philosophy in her relationship with Kirishima and Maya. All she needed was an eager third girl to bring on board and then the Real Steel would be going to stud!!

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Getting Down and Muddy!!

Kirishima, being an affable social fellow that he was (you'd have to be to have the saint-like patience putting up with Bakugo of all people), has a penpal in the states who he's kept in touch with and gotten along great with. This in spite of the fact they have never met face to face, only always in texts and emails or instant message but that all changed one day when he receivesda text from them saying that they were coming to Japan to visit him personally. He was shocked by this to say the very least but also excited to meet them so he'd gone to the airport to meet them as soon as they arrived, given they'd thoughtfully provided the details for what time the flight would be incoming. He waited for what felt like a while though not an eternity at least when someone pokes him on the shoulder, making him reflexively turn around and meets a beautiful blonde hair girl with freckles and pink eyes you could get lost in.

Taking a guess, he couldn't help but ask if she happened to be Sludgepuppy10 which in kind she also asked if he was CrimsonRiotFan1, making her excited and giggling when he responded that was indeed the case. Introducing herself as Lucy Mann, she naturally looked the sturdy himbo over and had a chesire cat-like grin on her face but it quickly disappeared before he noticed as they then go out and he showed her what Japan has to offer. She was quite excited and happy after a day of hanging out and getting to know each other but not as much as what she had in mind when they came to the hotel room her parents booked for her to stay over for the duration of her time with her pen pal. It was then and there she felt was the best time to share a few nuggets of truth his way especially for the grand day out he'd so thoughtfully provided after all.

But of course she couldn't just contain herself when as soon as she closed the door behind them, she turned around and pounced to leap right into his arms. Catching him off guard as she pressed her lips to his and enacted a make-out with him, grinning and purring when she felt him return the kiss and his hands on her ass. Which in turn caused her to deepen her kiss before she finally broke for air, panting as a single strand of saliva broken between them and she suddenly pulled her shirt off, flashing and exposing her bare breats before him. Then the next thing he knew, Lucy changed right before his eyes going from a tanned, freckled blonde girl to some sort of slime-girl looking alien-eseque entity, her vibrant pink eyes locked on as she could no doubt tell he had quite a few questions that he felt needed some answering....

Lucy Mann, codename: Sludgepuppy, quirk:likewise, allows her to stretch, morph and shapeshift her body in any way shape or form at will and byy changing her color and texture, she can can mimic flesh and fabric. But only as her own mass can allow of course and must be careful of extreme heat or being diluted in water. To name but a few key details in terms of her quirk;s overall strength and weaknesses. That we currently know of, of cours.e....

Lucy had been nervous at first about showing Kirishima her real form yet she couldn't help but giggle at the shocked, cute look on his face as she began to explain herself. She had known quite a while who he was as it so happened she'd gotten in touch on-line with, no small surprise, Mina and Maya who had been very generous in telling the slime girl about their sex life with their man. Which had only made her all too eager to really want to meet her penpal in person and accept their open invite to get acquainted with him on such an intimate level and of course they'd more than reassured her that as cute and sexy as human form was? Her Sludgepuppy form was sure to really get him going to town on her as she patiently awaited his response and see if that would indeed be the case.

Bu of course him suddenly coming up to her and pulling her into a deep, sloppy kiss and make out session followed by stripping both her and himself naked and throwing her onto the bed was certainly a hell of a way to ease any doubts but oh to say nothing of seeing that raging hard cock of his fully exposed. The guy was clearly not using his quirk, yet anyways, but hot damn it seemed even bigger than the pictures and videos Mina and Maya had shared made it out to be which only served to really turn the American mutant girl on something fierce. Sensually biting her lip as she spread her legs, exposing her gushing wet slip before those lusty red eyes of his, her own signalling for him to get right on over and be the Plus Ultra manly man he was by making a riot in the sheets with her. To which he was more than ready, willing and able to oblige as he pounced and proceeded to rock her world, filling her hotel room with the heavy thuds and creaks of the mattress springs and her wanton howling cries of ecstasy!!

It was a first time for her overall but Lucy had found that her lust and passion was strong enough to overcome any pain as Kirishima fucked and pounded away, her ooze-like form no doubt helping her be able to handle his intense pace. Things starting off with a basic missionary before they were soon going through some positions and poses to see what really got the slime girl going. Cowgirl had been simp,e but effective but lord how she felt like she could melt from taking it from behind in doggy style as she was soon laying flat on her front as she took it prone bone style. Moaning deeply as her brain was intoxicated, borderline drunk from pleasure as she looked over her shoulder Kirishima who had paused for some reason, a surprised look on his face which confused her, was he also smaller?!

Then she looked at the full body mirror across the bed and saw the reason why was because in her state of bliss, she had slipped in her control and lost her humanoid form. Now in her more monster like shape, blushing and stammering as she struggled to explain to Kirishima and would understand if he was put off or mad about her withholding this detail about herself. Only to blink as he shot her a sexy grinning leer and proceeded to right back to fucking her, much to her surprise and delight. Seems he found her real form quite arousing and it showed how deep and hard he was going, really shady she known he would be so horny she’d have started off like this right off the bat!!!

So suffice to say, as she felt her brain melt as much as her body was right about now to this primal pleasure as Kirishima prove he was much a riot in the sheets as well as the streets, she knew she'd have to give her thanks to Mina and Maya when they met up and spoke. No doubt they'd be wanting to show thanks for the time and effort she made setting up that camera in secret which was beaming a transmission of this little penpal with benefits marathon to the candy duo's laptop at the very moment. Though no doubt the sturdy himbo would be feeling plenty riled up enough to deal out some discipline to her and them soon as he learnt of this spicy act of voyeuristic deception. But that was for later in the future, right now she was busy making some mud puppies in her oven with this absolute unit!!

Naturally Lucy had also thought of making plans to return the favour and bring her penpal and his spicy girlfriends to her modest home back stateside. Besides which she could think of a pretty thing or two who would love to have a little experience of her own like this, the choice of guys back where she was from was slim pickings. And a real man like this was a good standard to measure and go by, that was for sure. Best, vacation, EVER!!

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Give Heed

Ms.Heed had heard in a movie once than when you hit rock bottom, there was only one way to go and that was back up. Well she could certainly say she'd done the former and now was time for the latter but of course she couldn't pass up a chance to seize opportunity to do so in a way that'd benefit her. One in which she'd be back up top in the popularity rankings and have an army of simps to tend to her every whim and need. Lo and behold, fortune had to be smiling on her when she found out about the Japanese pro hero Ms.Midnight's personal passion project....

It was said to be the Rated R heroine's approach to giving more minor but regular offenders and fallen heroes like her a chance at rehabilitation through more....intimate means as it were. They'd be transferred out of prison and left in the care of a designated hero who would of course use erotic persuasion as means of comfort, relaxation and if need be, discipline. If you were to ask one Cecilia Amanda Kelly, or Ms.Heed herself of course, she'd say it sounded like some excuse or plot device for some cheap porno or one of those hentais but screw it!! She might not have her pheromones working the way they used to but whatever meathead they set her up with to keep her in line and back on the path of righteousness, she'd have like putty in her hands and she'd be the queen of social media influencing among the pro hero world again in no time!!

Though she did have to admit this Red Riot guy, Kiri-something or other was definitely easy enough on the eyes. The right blend of cute and handsome, rugged yet tender, a macho himbo teddy bear and damn those teeth were sharp. And lucky her, he had enough of a libido that those 2 candy colored who hung around him couldn't seem to keep themselves off of him. Though what was up with those smug looks they kept sending her way ever since she moved into the spare room at their apartment?

Well it didn't really matter to her or seem to be of any concern as she got right to playing the part of seeming like she truly wanted to walk on the path to redemption. Of course it helped to pamper herself a little and put her make-up back on, couldn't reclaim her throne without looking her absolute best after all. Plus if she wanted that meathead to be her devoted little doggy, she had to bring her A game and put those 2 hussies of his to shame. A wink and a smile here, a kiss blown his way, a sexy pose there and if she didn't have him stripping himself naked for her amusement, well then she wasn;t trying hard enough was all.....

At least that was what she kept telling herself because damnit two weeks and still no results, just how the fucking hell damnit?!! Oh sure the guy would give her a compliment here or there but where was the simping, the total puppy dog devotion, where was the LOVE?!! Was he just so used to being around sexiness that it hardly phased him anymore? Criminy those Manaworld picture hotties jumped that Mr. R's guys the second he'd show up on camera, was she losing her touch?!!

Damnit she couldn't even believe she had to resort to this but drastic times called for equally drastic measures as one fine day, she made the bold move of barging in on Kirishima while he was in the midst of having a shower. Catching the poor guy off guard as she pulled the door open to flash and expose her own pink nude form before him, declaring her intent to pounce and bang his brains out until her pheromones would overwhelm that caveman brain of his. Only for whatever bold declaration she had in mind to be forgotten about when she laid eyes on that massive set of cock and balls between his legs, ironic that the gal who liked to reel in others with her alluring sexiness was on the receiving end...and Kirishima didn't even need pheromones to make it happen!! Suffice to say, what happened next and how it came to that wasn't known to Cecilia but frankly did it really matter at the moment?!

Not really and quite frankly who gave a damn as she was soon finding herself pinned up against the wall cutting loose with deep, howling moans as Kirishima was pounding away. Her smooth stomach sporting a very distinct bulge due to the depth and reach of his length and girth as her pussy wall practically squeezed against it, not wanting to forget the shape and feel of this womb hammering veiny piece of heaven. Pink hearts of lust in her eyes as how ironic, the infamous slave master of love had now herself become a love slave to this alpha male who so steadily resisted her allure and charms. And to be honest, she was fucking loving every moment and second of it!!

The bathroom became somehow even steamier than the shower running in the water as the heavy thuds of skin smacking against skin echoed throughout, mixed with the cacophony of moans coming from Cecilia's lovely lips. The pheromonal seducer taking it good and hard before she found herself back in the guest room taking it in a mating press on her mattress. Feeling like some human butter churn or accordion as this behemoth's musular frame loomed over her, pumping way with that erotic jackhammer of a cock of his as orgasms rocked her one after the other with no way to even keep count. Let alone be bothered to even keep track of time, not when she was feeling so damn good right now!!

Unknown to her of course, Mina and Maya were standing right outside the door peeping in this rut with voyeuristic glee as they recorded and took pictures on their phones. Sending them to Midnight of course to show that her reform program was having its intended results. While waiting for the right moment when the fallen heroine would finally pass out and they could enjoy quality time of their own with their man, after all nothing got them turned on more than seeing some uppity bitch get put in her place by him. And oh had Ms.Heed been getting way too uppity since she had gotten here.

Meanwhile with the Rated R heroine in her office as she checked the videos and pictures Pinky and Mystique had so generously provided her, sensually grinning at the contents on display. She just knew Kirishima and some of her other precious boys from class A and B would be the ideal studs to get the job done for her Sexual Reform project. Looking over a set of files she had in her desk as she debated which rogue vigilante, delinquent or criminal babe would be best suited for Kirishima’smspecial brand of Manly loving. One picture and name stood out to her especially as she tapped her riding crop on an image of a blue haired, pink eyed pixie, the name and code w ae as follows…..”Powder”….and “Jinx”.

[firespirited]

Hi! Thank you for the detailed guides re: glue head treatment with phenoxyethanol, I managed to de-glue 6 dolls by following your instructions :)

Onto my question: is there any information out there about the type of glue in these dolls? I vaguely recall seing resin(?) based adhesive mentioned in a MLP arena post, but that could be wrong/misremembered.

I'm a chemist and I got a bit fixated on trying to figure out the mechanism behind the glue + phenoxyethanol reaction (and maybe help contribute the doll enthusiasts' knowledge pool).

As far as I know: no-ones figured it out. There was a theory that maybe this glue was a two part glue and something was missing from the equation like maybe they got the mix wrong and it was supposed to solidify fast. Something that would explain the disparity in dolls and how some have hard yellow glue that's sticky but not liquid ten years on and others were found in stores with yellow sap-like glue dripping down their necks. It doesn't react with alcohol, acetone or WD40, I use vaseline or mineral oil to remove it from my tools.

Another clue is that it doesn't smell - not even a hint of solvent in the brand new doll packaging. When i first saw the stuff my mind went to dark places (showing my age and class here ^.^;) but whatever might be in the possible mix doesn't end up smelling on the doll or the box. I honestly can say it's not like any other glue i've encountered. It seems to whiten a little when treated.

We don't even know if the surfactant is the chemical that's responsible because results have been from various household cleaners with other ingredients. It's not affected by soap or conditioner so we can maybe rule that out. But we can't rule out something with the PH. I'd love to hear your theories.

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 1: Nights spent by the toilet, rubbing A's shoulder

We're finally here! I kinda felt like maybe I wouldn't get to this point but here we are, ready to publish day 1!

The way these are going to work is very similar to my other fics: they will vary in length, the warnings will be the first thing you see (where applicable) and then the fic itself will be under a readmore. We're starting with a bang, but there are a couple different types of fics coming with multiple ships and, of course, some Dagger time!

This particular fic was partially inspired by one I wrote last December - find it here!

Warnings for this fic: emeto

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Rapping his knuckles on the bar table in front of Phoenix and Bob, Payback immediately had their attention.

“Bagman’s out the front pukin’, might want to go check on him.”

“Why not you?” Bob replied. Payback sent him a look and Bob sighed.

“Well it can’t be me either; I already lined up a game of pool with Fanboy and Rooster.”

With that, Bob got up and followed Payback into the crowd, leaving Phoenix on her lonesome. For such a big team, no one really minded having a moment to themselves. She glanced around the Hard Deck, taking in the rest of her team. Coyote was nowhere to be found which was odd; he was usually one of the first to suggest a team outing on a Saturday night, shortly followed by Hangman. Considering how much they fed off each other’s shithead energy, no one was really shocked that Penny had them thrown overboard at least once a month... maybe twice, if they were really leaning into their naughty adult children act (terrorising Rooster at the piano). She’d barely seen Hangman tonight, but a glance from Penny and Maverick told her they had information she could use. As she walked past she gently touched Rooster’s shoulder. She always did it when passing him- he did it too. They used it as a way to check in with each other more than anything.

Up at the bar, Penny offered Phoenix a bottle of water and a gentle smile.

“I saw Seresin looking a little green earlier; do you want Mav to come with you?”

“Hey!” Maverick protested, but the corner of his lips twitched upwards. Phoenix shook her head.

“I’ve known Seresin since before either of us were legally allowed to drink; we’re fine. If Bob asks tell him I’m taking Hangman home.”

“Sure thing.”

Penny walked off to serve an incoming customer, but Maverick paused for a moment.

“Are you sure, Tasha? I was only joking-“

“-it’s better that you don’t, he’ll crawl out of his skin,” Phoenix reassured, “it’s nothing personal.”

“I understand. We’re here if you need anything.”

Never had Phoenix met a CO like Maverick; though, to be fair, she wasn’t sure there was anyone like Maverick. Paternal but firm and with a quick temper. She’d been one of the only people allowed to know the full story between him and Bradley; it felt like a privilege and she continued to treat it as one.

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“Hey; what’s going on? Did your drink get spiked?”

Natasha had seen Jake in a lot of compromising positions over the almost ten years of knowing each other; from her roommate’s bed in the academy to the stomach flu of ’09 that had taken out him, her and Bradley all in one swoop. It’s still a topic all of them refuse to talk about. Sitting in the dirt around the side of the Hard Deck, Phoenix barely blinked as she reached to help him up. Jake grimaced.

“Wait, don’t move me yet. I didn’t get spiked; I think it’s a cold at worst. Relax, Tasha.”

Another thing Phoenix learned very early on in their frenemyship; Hangman will understate everything going on in the hopes it gets him left alone until he’s ready to accept help (read: most likely requiring hospital treatment or, at the very least, a cleaner with a strong stomach... cooking dinner ended up requiring both once).

“Yeah, sure, and I haven’t done this for you before. Do you know where Coyote is?”

“He’s not here.”

“I know that; where is he specifically?”

In response, Jake just shrugged and Phoenix determined if she didn’t laugh, she’d probably smack him. Hefting an arm around her shoulder, she pulled him to stand. Immediately he snorted and Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Okay, man, out with it.”

“Have you ever thought of suing the county? Y’know, for putting the sidewalk too close to your ass- ow! Hey, I’m sick!”

That time, he did get smacked.

With his keys in hand, Natasha guided (read: dragged) Jake back to his truck. Climbing into the driver’s seat she sighed and reached for the handle to pull it forward; for someone who had just lost everything they’d eaten over the last 24 hours, Jake seemed to find this rather funny from the passenger seat.

“Fuck you, Seresin.”

That shut him up for the time being. They only had a short window to get him home before the nausea would take over and Phoenix wasn’t down for pulling over for him to hurl on the side of a street.

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In the end they barely made it back to his place. Phoenix had barely pulled up before he threw himself out the passenger side to gag rather dramatically on to his driveway. She rounded the back of the truck to put a hand on his back, wincing at the warmth radiating off his body. Jake shivered, turning to look at Natasha.

“This sucks.”

She snorted.

“It does, even more when it’s not because you had tequila the night before. C’mon, you aren’t doing anything else but going to bed tonight.”

“No, wait; I don’t think I’m done.”

“You’re empty, dude. Anything further and you’re gonna tear your throat.”

Jake winced, sucking in a breath.

“Promise you’re not gonna laugh?”

“You know I can’t promise that.”

Jake might have laughed, but it was shortly followed by a grimace. Using her body weight like they’d taught her in basic, Natasha hauled him up to stand.

“Let’s make this quick,” Jake said. Natasha winced.

“Gotcha. Bedroom or bathroom?”

Jake stayed quiet. Natasha got the hint.

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With Hangman curled up in the bathroom for the time being, Phoenix took the opportunity to take a quick inventory of the kitchen and medicine basket on top of his refrigerator. He had Tylenol but no Advil; everything in the refrigerator was either expired, meal prepped or not useful in this situation (read: a carton of milk). She huffed, glancing over her shoulder.

“Hey Bagman, you do know what a cheat day is right?”

No response. She couldn’t blame him.

At least he had a thermometer; she’d guesstimated he had a fever but confirmation would be a good start. Finally, she located bottled water in the mostly empty pantry and she grabbed a couple to put by the couch. After a couple minutes of searching she paused in her steps when she heard the retching start again. Phoenix cursed under her breath and jogged back to the bathroom. Doordashing those missing supplies could wait.

“Jake? You good?”

“Fine,” he groaned, “just nauseous.”

He was so past the point of nauseous. Tentatively, Phoenix took a seat on the bathroom floor by his side. Her hand hovered over his shoulders for a moment, eventually making contact with his shirt when his arms came up to brace himself over the toilet.

“You know what you need?” She started after a moment. Hangman turned to glance at her over his shoulder.

“A hug?”

“A toothbrush.”

Despite the fact that Hangman was miserable as fuck and Phoenix could feel her skin starting to crawl considering the stench of puke in the room, they both snorted.

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For the first thirty seconds of being awake, Phoenix couldn’t remember where she was or why she wasn’t in her bed. Instinctively she went to glance over her shoulder just to make sure she didn’t have someone else in her bed, only to meet the back of the couch... wait. That wasn’t her couch. It was Hangman’s. She’d crashed there after finally managing to get him into bed, promising to listen out in case he needed help in the night. By the time she’d gotten him to bed he’d brushed his teeth, had a couple sips of water and downed Tylenol, and was ready to pass out until the cycle restarted.

Sure enough; it had indeed started.

Phoenix got up, heading through Hangman’s room and into his ensuite. Crouched over the toilet, Hangman looked like he was not having a good time between the sweating, shaking, and the... y’know, the retching probably didn’t help. The offer of comfort came a lot easier to Phoenix that time, kneeling by him to calmly rub his back when he winced.

“You alright?” Phoenix asked. Hangman hummed, reaching up to wipe at his forehead.

“Killin’ me.”

“Well, work should be quiet on Monday if you’re dead. Maybe I should go, leave you to die in peace.”

“Don’t go.”

Oh. That was new.

“Sit back. I think you’re good for now.”

Phoenix reached for the face towel sitting on the end of the sink, dunked it in the water, and then handed it over.

“You and me; we take this to the grave. Clear?” She said. Jake nodded, groaning as he turned to rest his head on her shoulder. Natasha went quiet for a moment, then she checked for a fever again.

“I have an idea. Get up, asshole, I can carry you I just don’t want to.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

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Of all the things Natasha had expected Jake to do, she didn’t even think about getting all of five minutes into the shitty late night show she’d left on low only for Jake to toss a pillow on to her lap and rest his head on it, pulling her hand into his hair.

“You good?”

“My stomach hates me more right now than it did in flight school.”

Natasha snorted in amusement, her hand remaining on his shoulder.

“If you promise not to hurl on me, you can stay there.”

He slowly drifted to sleep. Despite the fact that her thighs were probably going to die if he slept long enough to start feeling better, Phoenix figured there were worse places for him to be.

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