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Then and Now - Blood Moon

(Warnings: underage sex, period sex, angst)

Lupin Then

Dating a werewolf wasn't something to romanticise, but that wasn't to say it didn't come with its advantages.

For one, no one had more sympathy for you when you were on your period. Remus knew all too well what it was like to have to deal with something painful month after month, something that many of your classmates were blissfully exempt from, yet would most likely be repulsed to hear about.

In fact, you were acutely aware that Remus had it worse on every score, especially the latter; his "condition" was a very well kept secret at Hogwarts, and his education was only able to continue for as long as it remained as such.

But somehow, you'd never expected him to understand all of it: the cravings, the sudden drop in self esteem, the bursts of emotion- from irritation, to sadness, to feeling suddenly... well, unbelievably horny.

Yet as it turned out, you were wrong.

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It's Sunday afternoon, and the two of you are studying together in an empty classroom on the sixth floor. Or, rather, that had been the plan, before you'd woken up with the tell-tale discomfort in your lower abdomen.

There's little chance of your being productive today, but you decided to join Remus anyway, vaguely hoping that you'd absorb a few scraps of revision just by being in proximity to him.

But even those prospects are looking grim, as you have yet to summon the energy to open your textbook, and are currently slumped across the desk with your cheek pressed into the faded leather cover.

"Remus... Why do you have to be so handsome?" you sigh, staring vacantly at his profile. Something about the way his brows knit together when he's concentrating is very alluring all of a sudden.

"Terribly sorry for the inconvenience," Remus replies, a little testily. To his credit, he's actually trying to get some work done, and has already filled half of the roll of parchment in front him.

"I want to study," you grumble. "But I got my period this morning."

Remus pauses mid-scrawl, shooting you a sympathetic glance. "Then I really am sorry. But you'll be all right if you skip a day or two- I'll give you a copy of my notes to go over later."

"Thanks, Remus," you say, smiling up at him affectionately.

He clears his throat, and shakes his hair out of his eyes in that twitchy sort of way that tells you he's feeling self-conscious, before starting writing again- but he's barely jotted down two words before his quill stops on the page.

"Hang on. What does my being handsome have to do with anything, then?" he demands, shooting you a sideways glance.

"Because I'm horny," you whine, watching with some satisfaction as a flush creeps up your boyfriend's neck. "But since I'm on my period, we can't... you know..." You walk your fingers up his arm, searching for the right expression. "...play around." You haven't actually had sex yet, but you've gone a bit further than snogging on more than one occasion.

"Why not?" Remus asks, hoarsely. His quill slides from between his fingers and rolls to the side of his notes, where it lies dripping ink, forgotten.

"Because we'd make a mess, of course. Not to mention, I'm in pain." You grimace, massaging your belly under the desk. "And I don't feel very sexy today."

To your surprise, Remus offers you a wry smile and says, "Ah. That sounds familiar."

"Which part?"

"All of it. The pain, I've told you about. But leading up to the full moon, I'm- something of a mess. Less so now than I used to be, but I still can't stand to see myself in the mirror, and I get... cravings."

"Me, too!" you say, sitting up and swivelling around in your chair to face him. "I crave chocolate worse than if I'd been hounded by dementors."

"I crave red meat," Remus admits. "And, er... human contact."

You raise your eyebrows at him. "You mean you get horny, too?"

Remus nods, his cheeks now very pink. "But I wouldn't want to do anything about it," he says, quickly, glancing away. "I can't. I don't trust myself." He shakes his head, as if to clear it, and you're surprised to find that there's a mischievous spark in his eyes when they flick back to yours. "But it's different in your case. Very different."

"How so?" you ask, a little more sharply than you had intended. You can't help but feel that that's rather presumptuous of him.

"Well, for one, this is the safest time of the month for you to have sex," he points out. "And for another, according to- certain sources- it might just be one of the best times."

You understand 'certain sources' to mean the debauched experiences of Sirius Black.

"At the very least, it could provide some temporary relief," Remus continues, crossing and uncrossing his legs with a wince.

"Are you suggesting we...?"

"Well... yes. I mean, only if you want to."

You smirk at him, but a split-second later all of your confidence evaporates. "You wouldn't find it a turn-off?"

"Of course not. I've seen blood before."

"It's not just the blood. I'm..." you trail off, hugging your stomach, reluctant to put too fine a point on it.

"It won't change how sexy I find you," Remus murmurs, gently. "But if you're uncomfortable, we can wait."

You consider for a moment, weighing your options... but with your heart racing, and desire already pooling in your belly, drowning out the pain, it doesn't take you long to make up your mind.

"If you're sure... I mean, I'd like to." You reach across and place your hand on Remus's knee. He stiffens for a moment, swallowing thickly, before laying his fingers over yours and giving them a squeeze. "But where? When?"

Remus glances around the empty classroom. "Not here- we won't be able to relax. There's always the Astronomy Tower, no one goes up there during the day..." He pauses, glancing up at the ceiling. "But I, er, think I can arrange for the boys' dormitory to be empty for a few hours. Tonight, if you like."

"Tonight, then," you agree, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek.

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It's not your first time in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, and it won't be your last. As promised, the two of you are alone- which is why you're sitting on the end of Remus's four-poster, with your thighs wrapped around his hips, and his arms wrapped around your back, snogging as if your lives depend upon it.

But when you reach between your bodies to grasp his cock through the fabric of his robes, Remus squeezes your waist and draws back, panting, his lips flushed from kissing you and his eyes bright with desire. "Are you sure?" he asks, eyes flicking between yours. You nod impatiently, tugging at the front of his robes. "Okay," he chuckles. "Just- tell me if you want to stop."

"You, too," you say, sucking in a big breath before crashing your lips against his. But you're not content with snogging anymore. While Remus's hands cup your cheeks, yours begin to wander, raking down his back and chest, squeezing his biceps and hips, before slipping under the hem of his robes.

The second your fingers close around the hard length straining at his boxers, Remus's fingers are on your bare thighs, hitching your own robes up to your hips, as if he's been waiting for permission to touch you all this time.

"Robes- off-" you manage, in between kisses, and you part just long enough to allow Remus to tug your robes over your head, and to help him do the same. A moment later, your bra joins the pile of robes on the floor. Then he stands up- your legs tighten instinctively around his hips- and lays you down on your back on the mattress, supporting himself on his elbows in order to get a good look at you.

"What about the blood?" you ask, breathlessly, plucking at the quilt underneath you.

"That's what scouring charms are for," he says, grinning as he nuzzles your cheek.

Your answering giggle turns into a gasp as his warm hands slide along your bare skin. Remus licks and sucks at your neck as his fingers explore every inch of you, relishing in the little hums and moans you make for him, until he works up the courage to remove the last scraps of fabric separating you from him. Then he begins massaging your inner thigh as he kisses his way down your neck, fingers trembling and blood pounding in his ears.

"Remus... Aren't you forgetting something?" you pout, tugging at the waistband of his boxers, and he chuckles nervously before kicking them off.

But soon all trace of nerves are gone as you start pumping him in your closed fist, and he becomes putty in your hands, weeping precum into your palm, fingers digging into your thighs as he pushes them apart.

"Can I- try something?" he asks, squeezing your wrist with shaking fingers to get you to stop. You nod, releasing him, and lick your lips, wondering what he has in store for you.

Remus takes a moment to admire you again as he settles back on his haunches, before slowly lifting your thighs, spreading them, and positioning himself at your entrance. But instead of sliding in, he begins swirling his tip around your slit.

Fuck, that feels good.

You're so warm and slick that the tip of his cock slips in by mistake, and dips in and out of you without any resistance. You're even more sensitive than usual, and the extra moisture feels so delicious on the head of his cock that within minutes the two of you are twitching spasmodically, on the verge of release. Neither of you is going to last long, but as you watch Remus bite down on his lip, and his Adam's apple bob as he moans low in his throat, suddenly you don't care.

"Remus- please..." Your breath catches- you can't think of anything more to say- and a moment later you've stopped thinking altogether as he fills you for the first time.

It's bliss, pure and simple. Even more so when he begins to move, snapping his hips back and forth, creating delicious, slippery friction. You fit him like a glove, but even though you're tight around him he has to be careful only to pull out halfway, in case he slips out.

You can tell that exercising this control is costing Remus a lot; his brows are knitted together in concentration, as if he's studying a particularly tricky revision question, and sweat is trickling down his naked chest.

He's watching you, too; his eyes flick between your face and the place where your bodies are joined, enraptured at the sight of you beneath him. You can feel him drinking it all in: your spread thighs, your trembling breasts, your flushed cheeks and messy hair...

He groans your name, and that's when you feel a throb- a throb so deep within your core, and so unlike anything you've ever felt, that at first you're not sure if it's coming from him or you. Then you feel a tug behind your navel, not unlike the sensation of using a portkey, followed by a flood of wetness between your thighs as a fresh wave of bliss washes over you. Remus's fingers dig into your skin, and he bucks his hips several times before collapsing on top of you and burrowing his face into your neck.

You lie like that for a long time, just holding each other, revelling in one another's warmth; though you can't help but fidget a little, as slick drips from your slit, and his soft cock, still inside you, begins to firm up again, making your sensitive walls tingle.

You wonder if he'll want to go again- wonder if you could even handle it- but eventually Remus pulls out of you and rolls onto his side, propping his chin on one fist. Gazing down at you through half-lidded eyes, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and whispers, "How do you feel?"

"So good." The ache in your belly is gone, and every last muscle in your body seems to sigh with contentment at your release.

"Well, that answers my next question," Remus chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. "But don't get too comfortable. We'll have to clean up soon."

"Just a bit longer..." you groan, nuzzling your face into his chest. You're already dreading the walk back to your dormitory.

"Of course. I don't mind." He rolls the quilt over you and tucks it under his arm, pressing you more firmly against him. "But- best not stay too long if you want those revision notes. I, er, didn't get much done after our talk earlier."

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You're both so spent that neither of you notices the door click shut behind you, or hears the whispered exchange between James and Sirius as they tiptoe down the stairs to the common room.

"Moony, you beast..."

"You owe me ten galleons, Prongs."

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Lupin Now

When you open the door, Remus is more surprised than you- but then, Dumbledore had told you to expect him.

Clearly, Remus had not been so well informed.

His eyes fly wide, and he whispers your name like a prayer- before quickly clearing his throat, as if to erase it. "Er, how are you?" he asks, with all the forced politeness one uses when addressing a total stranger.

"I'm all right, Remus. Or should that be Professor Lupin?" you tease, managing a grin in spite of the ache in your chest.

"Just Remus, now," he says, returning the smile a little stiffly. "My teaching career was rather short-lived, I'm afraid."

Ah. Perhaps you're not as well informed as you'd thought.

"Well, come in," you say, throwing the door wide. "I'll make us a cup of tea, and we can catch up a bit before we get down to business."

You make it halfway down the corridor before you realise Remus isn't following you, and turn to see him framed in the doorway, staring at his feet. Without meeting your gaze, he mutters, "I'm... not sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

Remus swings his arms, and inspects the frayed sleeve of his robes, clearly stalling for time. In fact, you get the distinct impression that he's searching for an excuse. Finally, he says, "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

"Disappoint me?" you echo. You feel a sharp twist in your stomach, and something hot and prickly claws at your throat. "Disappoint me?" you repeat, louder this time. "After all these years, that's what you say to me?"

He flinches, and his face twists as if he's in pain, but he still doesn't look at you.

That does it.

You storm up to him, yank on his sleeve, and, the second he's over the threshold, shove him against the wall next to the door, which slams shut of its own accord. Remus doesn't fight you- in fact, he barely reacts at all- but he does place a hand on your shoulder, as if he's determined to keep you at arm's length.

It's insulting. You grind your teeth, resisting the urge to draw your wand.

"When you cut me out of your life the second we left Hogwarts, do you think I was disappointed? When you made sure none of my owls could find you, do you think I was disappointed? When you tried to get me kicked out of the Order, do you think I was disappointed? When I had to hear about James, and Lily, and Peter, and Sirius second-hand, do you think I was disappointed? Do you? Because I wasn't disappointed! I was bloody heartbroken!"

Silence hangs in the air between you.

Then Remus looks up, and finally meets your eyes. "I am sorry," he says. He pauses for a moment, as if to let the words sink in, before continuing, "I never wanted to hurt you. I thought I was doing what was necessary to protect you. It was a foolish notion. I see that now- and I regret it.

"But at the time, I thought that it was right, and that that fact alone justified the pain I was causing you. It was selfish of me. I told myself I was sacrificing my happiness for your safety, when in reality, I was sacrificing your happiness for my peace of mind." He gently squeezes your shoulder, and tries to extract himself from your grip. "I have no intention of asking for your forgiveness. The fact that I tried to avoid this conversation proves that I am a coward. Once we've concluded our business here, I'll make sure you never have to hear from me ag--"

You push him back against the wall, cutting him off. His arms fall limply to his sides.

"I can't believe you. You're about to make the same mistake all over again!"

Still holding your gaze, Remus takes a deep breath and slowly shakes his head. "This is diff--"

"No, it isn't! You're making it seem like you're doing this for me, but this isn't what I want! I've never..." Suddenly, a terrible thought occurs to you, and your fingers curl reflexively into the front of his robes. "Unless... it's what you want?"

He hesitates for only a fraction of a second before answering. "It is."

The words pierce your heart like shards of ice- but you have to be sure. Swallowing thickly, your eyes desperately searching his, you force your numb lips to form the question. "You... don't want to be with me... like we used to... anymore?"

Remus stiffens, and you could swear you feel his pulse skip under your fingers. But his reply is as cold as it is resolute. "No."

"I... I see."

Your heart drops like a stone in your chest. You're not sure if he's being honest with you, but you decide that it doesn't matter anymore. If this is how he wants it, then so be it. You've made up your mind, as well- on two counts.

The first, you retrieve from its clever hiding place in your kitchen. It's a delicate charm bracelet, from which dangle three tiny phials, each brimming with a pearly substance that is neither gas nor liquid. You grab Remus's hand, still hanging limply by his side, and coil it into his palm.

"This is everything I can tell you about the Department of Mysteries. I hope it helps."

Now your Order business is concluded.

As for the second count...

You wait until Remus has tucked the phials safely into his briefcase. Then you splay a hand on his stomach, and spear him with a look so intense that you feel him freeze up under your fingertips.

"When was your last time?"

It takes Remus half a second to catch your meaning. When it dawns on him, his mouth forms a small 'o', and at length he replies, so quietly that you have to read the words off of his lips to make them out, "Seventh year. Right before the end-of-term feast."

Your answer exactly.

So, he hasn't had anyone since you, either. Which means- if your memory of his libido is anything to go by- Remus must be as touch-starved as you are.

"Spend the night."

To your surprise, he places a hand over the one splayed on his stomach. You lace your fingers with his, and he doesn't pull away.

"Please."

But then Remus laughs bitterly and shakes his head. "I cant. Tonight's the full moon." He cups your cheek with his free hand, and his thumb strokes the fullness of your lower lip. "I'll have to lock myself away."

You sigh and lean into his touch, wishing you could be there for him, that he didn't have to go through it alone. But you know he wouldn't want you to see him in that form. So instead of offering, you ask, "Do you have the potion with you?"

He answers with a curt nod. You can't help but notice that his hands still haven't left you.

He wants you.

No, scratch that- he needs you. You can see it in his eyes. Try as he might to hide it, you know that look all too well.

But you also know that he doesn't trust himself enough to be close to anyone right before the full moon. You never did make love during the week leading up to the transformation; he was always careful to put some distance between the two of you, and you respected that distance, knowing that he would close the gap the moment the lunar cycle began anew.

The question is, what will Remus say now? He's already denied himself the chance to be with you. Will he really deny himself this, as well?

You lick your lips, deciding to make this your final push. You've made up your mind- it's time for him to make up his.

"It's still early. You could stay until you need to take it, then disapparate. Or... we could make it quick."

He hesitates. The fingers laced with yours spasm, as if he's on the verge of pulling them away- but his other hand betrays him, thumb gently tugging on your lower lip.

"Do you still remember our first time?" you ask, before you can stop yourself.

"Of course," Remus says, a little too quickly. A flush creeps up his neck, and he clears his throat before continuing. "We were... rather irresponsible." He swallows, and his eyes briefly dart down to your mouth, before flicking back up to meet your gaze. "I suppose nothing's changed."

And, without giving you a chance to process this, he crashes his lips to yours.

There's no preamble, no more hesitation. Your tongues dance, and your fingers waste no time in getting reacquainted with every inch of skin they can reach; seeking out the similarities, and revelling in the changes.

This Remus isn't all that different from the one in your memory, except for his features,(he's aged quite a bit), and the fact that he's a little underweight for his stature. He also has more scars than you remember, more lean muscle, too; and he's bigger, in more ways than one.

You've probably changed more than he has, and you feel his calloused palms and fingers appreciate every last detail, everything that you are- everything that you've become in his absence.

Remus is the first to strip, kicking off his shoes and breaking the kiss just long enough to tear off his robes. Yours come off next, and any remaining scraps of fabric are left in place, to be pulled roughly aside whenever they get in the way.

You throw your arms around his neck, and he picks you up at the waist, spinning you around to press your back against the wall. Squeezing his hips with your thighs, you reach in between your bodies to grip his cock, pulling back just enough to be able to watch his expression as you touch him. Remus's eyes are dark with lust, his breathing ragged- you've never seen such a look of intense desire.

And it's all for you.

Biting your lip, you rub the head of his cock around your slit. He's painfully hard, leaking precum onto your palm. It feels so good- even better than you remember. You could come for him, just like this.

But Remus groans and clutches your wrist. "Mmph. Best stop that- if you want me to last."

So you lean up and brush your nose against his, nibbling on his lower lip and teasing his tongue with yours as you slowly fill yourself up with his cock. You're dripping wet for him, so it doesn't hurt, and any twinge of discomfort is quickly drowned out by the pleasure of being stretched.

It starts off slow, as Remus matches every thrust with a sweet kiss, a sweet caress- but it's not long before you find yourself bouncing up and down on his cock.

He fucks you senseless, and you ride him for all you're worth. It's like you're venting your frustrations together- or maybe on each other. But there's no anger or hatred between the two of you; just understanding. Longing. Need. Years and years of it, pent-up and begging for release.

It's delicious. Intoxicating. He fills you to the brim, rubbing places your fingers could never reach. You come quickly- too quickly- but Remus holds himself back, gently rocking his hips as he kisses you down from your high.

Then he carries you into your bedroom, (the door standing open on your right), and lays you down on the bed. For a heartbeat, you think it's over- that he's just going to leave you there. But then he settles himself on the floor between your legs, tugs your ankles over his shoulders, and buries his face between your thighs.

"Remus- fuck-"

Remus has always been good with his mouth. He's so eager to taste you- so eager to devour you. He kisses your slit, open-mouthed, no differently to how he claimed your lips; spreading your folds with his tongue and swirling it inside you, sucking on your clit...You run your fingers through his hair, digging your nails into his scalp, torn between holding his head in place and pulling it away. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, and your thighs are shuddering uncontrollably.

Then, just when you think you can't handle it anymore, Remus stands up, rests one knee on the edge of the bed, and slides his cock back inside you.

Your breath hisses through your teeth, but the pain soon fades as he picks up the pace, rubbing your clit and rolling his hips with every thrust.

Finally, you feel a gush of warmth, and Remus judders to a stop, his eyes boring into yours as he groans your name. That's all it takes for you to come undone a second time, and you're still twitching in pleasure as he slumps forward onto your chest.

You wrap your arms around him, eyes fluttering closed. It almost feels like you could be back in the boy's dormitory in Gryffindor tower, taking advantage of your alone time in his four-poster.

"I've missed you." The words spill from your lips before you can hold them back, but you instantly regret them as Remus freezes up again.

"I..." There's so much he wishes he could say, but to do so would mean going back on everything he's said, and undoing the choice he made all those years ago. The choice he reaffirmed the instant you answered the door.

So Remus swallows the words he was going to say, and replaces them with, "I have to go."

Even though you knew this was coming, it still hurts. You pull your arms away from him and roll onto your side, hugging yourself instead. Then, without looking at him, you tilt your head in the direction of the front door. "Lock it behind you for me, will you?"

Remus nods and pulls himself to his feet. He ducks out of the room, dresses quickly and cleans himself up with a wave of his wand. Then he comes back in and gently covers you with your duvet.

"Take care," he murmurs, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

"You, too."

You hear the front door close, and a faint rap on the wood as Remus taps it with his wand, followed by the sound of the lock sliding into place of its own accord.

Then there's a loud crack, and just like that, he's gone.

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Her Grace's Handmaiden Pt.12

(Cersei Lannister x Fem Reader x Sandor Clegane. TW: Mentions of Pregnancy and Pregnancy Loss/Termination. SMUT Touch Starved Sandor)

AO3 VERSION: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

It seemed nothing short of a miracle that you had gone three days in the Red Keep without being recognized as a former handmaiden.

The Queen had fabricated a story out of thin air and instructed everyone who knew of your origins to stick to the story on pain of death.

Instead of a handmaiden born in Kings Landing's own Flea Bottom, you were the base born bastard daughter of a hedge knight who had met with the party on the way North.

The Hound, taking pity on you and your poor circumstances and entranced by your beauty, married you in Winterfell.

It wasn't a good story, if only because it begged belief that Sandor Clegane would show pity to anyone, let alone the nameless bastard of a hedge knight.

But that was the official line of the crown.

To any who asked, the handmaiden once favored by Queen Cersei was abandoned on the way to Winterfell without a penny to her name.

The ladies of the court, as predicted by everyone, did not take well to you.

Your manners were honed enough to pass for a lady, but just barely. The thing that seemed to give you way the most was your happiness. Happy to see The Hound when he walked into the room, most often tailing the prince. Happy to see the Stark girls, though Arya kept you at arm's length and Sansa never gave you a second thought outside of a polite acknowledgment.

But still, if anyone knew who you had been, they didn't say it.

All except one person. A person who made your skin crawl with unwelcome memories.

"Lord Varys" You nodded cordially.

"Ah, The Lady Clegane." the Eunuch smiled knowingly. "Taking in the air?"

"Thought I would visit the gardens; I hear they are wonderous."

"I'll walk with you."

Fuck

The two of you walked in silence, the sand on the garden path's crunching under your feet as you walked. Perhaps if you just kept your mouth shut he would leave.

"How are you these days?" He inquired.

"Well enough, settling in." You answered plainly, offering no details.

"And your husband?"

"Well,"

Varys eyed you with a sense of fond familiarity.

"It is good to see you again."

"I don't know what you mean, My Lord." you sped up your walk, "We have never met."

"Not in this life." Vary acknowledged, "In truth I imagine it's been quite a long time since I've really known you."

You turned to face him; he'd said too much.

"Not to worry" he gave a soothing smile, "no one is listening to us, I've made sure of that."

"Leave me alone" you whispered pleadingly, "please, don't ruin this for me."

"How much does he know?" Varys pressed, glad to have broken through your shell to prod at your the tender soft bits "And the queen?"

"He knows I came from Flea Bottom." you admitted, "as for her, if she knows anything she hasn't said. But she hasn't asked so I haven't told."

"Would you tell the truth if she did ask?"

"Of course."

Varys gave a look that said he knew you were lying.

"You never were a good liar, my dear. You never picked up the skill the way your brothers and sisters did."

"Well," you sighed, "There was always someone there to lie for me."

Varys approached you slowly, cupping your cheek in one hand. You did not flinch away from this familiar touch that was once such a comfort to you.

"You've really grown into a beautiful woman, you know." Varys looked almost sad, "I feared for you out in these streets. The world is not kind to pretty beggar girls who can't lie. Of all the places I could have found you, I am glad it was here."

You touched the hand softly and nodded, "I'm taking your advice. Trying to build a better life for myself."

You hand moved to your belly softly, "And those I love."

Varys glanced down and nodded, "You have settled yourself then."

"Trying."

"Do you remember what the maester said when you were 16? After you took that tea and got yourself sick?" Varys reminded you, "Don't set yourself up for failure, my girl. You're too smart for that."

"He never said I couldn't" You snapped, "He just said it would be difficult. He never said impossible."

"And that any children you had would be born sickly, possibly even stillborn. It would be cruel to allow your husband to continue expecting something that may never happen."

You said nothing, only glowering at him until he sighed in defeat.

"I must be off, there's another meeting about planning this blasted tourney. But Darling," he turned to go but glanced back over his shoulder, "He will find out, one way or another. It would be better if it came from you."

Knowing Varys was still on your side made you feel more at ease. When you were a young girl, he frightened you, but when he traded food and a safe place to sleep for information the offer was too good to refuse.

It was he who set you up as a kitchen wench in the keep when you were barely more than a child. Arys was still king then, and he frightened you even more than Varys.

Varys had always been good to you though. You weren't as skilled in collecting information like the other street children were, but he fed and sheltered you all the same, even if the information you brought wasn't always what he was looking for.

You were so young then, as you grew older Varys stopped using you to spy, but that was okay, because you could take care of yourself at that point.

You never wanted to tell Sandor this. Not because you were ashamed but because you wanted to put it behind you. You had a new life now.

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Varys's words stayed with you well after you left the garden.

What did it matter if Sandor knew or not?

Would he have refused to marry you if he knew? Not likely, even if Robert had allowed him to decline.

As far as you were concerned, you still have the same odds of being barren as any other lady in court. It's not like you were the only woman in King's Landing to end an pregnancy.

But when highborn ladies got themselves in trouble, they took Moon Tea. It was safer, more likely to work, and had less risk of danger.

But you, you took Tansy Tea. And if your memory served you right, improperly made Tansy Tea.

It got the job done, but you still recalled those days that bled into nights, your entire body shaking and sweating on a worn mattress in the bowels of some half-abandoned sept with a half blind septon praying over you while maesters did everything they could to keep you living.

Varys had gotten you the job in the Keep's kitchens shortly after that.

No, you decided, you had a right to put your past behind you. If you got pregnant and carried to term, great. If not, it's not like Robert would grant you an annulment anyway.

Not that you thought Sandor would ask for one.

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You had missed Southern summer nights.

Even if there was talk of autumn rolling it, you tried to ignore it. You prayed for a summer that never ends.

"Come away from there."

You turned to find your husband had returned from his rounds.

"There you are" you approached him grinning. "I missed you today."

Sandor didn't respond, moving to close the large window he found you standing in. "You'll catch a cold."

"Will not."

"Will so."

Sandor sighed, too tired to indulge your playful squabbles. His face was slack was exhaustion and his eyes trimmed with darkness.

You frowned, "Come here"

He obeyed slowly, leaning into your touch when you cupped either side of of face and kissed him.

"What trouble have you caused today?" He mumbled, wanting to at least try to engage in a conversation.

"None" you insisted. "But I met Lord Varys in the gardens today."

"The spider" Sandor grumbled. "Best to avoid that one."

"Oh I know. He and I were previously acquainted."

"Really?" Sandor pulled back at that and you frowned

"I did have a life before you," you reminded him. "Just like you had one before me."

Sandor seemed dissatisfied with this but pushed past it. Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you toward the bed.

You knew exactly what he wanted, straddling his hips and pulling the sleeves of your white shift down to expose the soft skin of your shoulders, neck and chest.

You had become accustomed to the feeling of his beard on your skin, entwining your fingers around his neck and head as he nestled his face again your chest.

"Hard day, darling?" You asked, knowing he would only grunt in response.

He wasn't a chatty man, and after your return to King's Landing you learned to appreciate that.

Everyone who met you wanted to talk, because of your novelty and newness.

Sandor just wanted to hold and be held, not even actually fuck. Not that it didn't usually lead to fucking.

"My poor old bear" you kissed the top of his head. "Shall I take point tonight?"

He nodded and you began to unbuckle and untie the fastenings of his clothes before slipping your shift over your head.

Once you were both bare you pulled him off the bed to turn it down properly.

"Come to bed, my love" you coaxed him, pressing your body against his. His response was a low rumble deep in his chest, pressing back against you with more strength than needed. You laughed, not allowing him to bowl you over and instead guiding him back against the pillows with light touches and kisses.

"My sweet husband." You purred, palming his cock and stroking it with a slow but firm rhythm. "So good to me."

Straddling him again, you pulled his chest flush with yours and sprinkled kisses on his face and broad shoulders. His mouth found the tops of your breasts, placing open mouth kisses over them and fondling the rest with rough, calloused hands.

Allowing him to distract himself with your chest, you carefully settled yourself over his cock and slipped the tip in.

Sandor groaned, face buried into your flesh as you sunk down into him painfully slow.

"There" You cooed, twisting his hair in your hands, "doesn't that feel so much better?"

After over a month of marriage, you had mastered the art of taking Sandor's impressive cock without pain. But all the same you couldn't hold back your whimpering moans as he stretched you.

"Fuck" you breathed, "you feel so good."

Encouraged, Sandor rooted around before slipping your nipple into his mouth. You purred loudly, know he loved to draw reactions from you.

The bed began to creak and whine with the motion of your bodies. The rise and fall of your ass as you bounced on his cock, slowly at first, but picking up speed and force when your husband indicated he needed more.

No words passed his lips. Not teasing or taunting to make you blush. Only moans and pants that you encouraged him to left flow freely.

"Y/N" he growled, bucking his hips slightly trying to keep up with you.

"Yes, sweetling?" You hung on his shoulders, using them as leverage to rock back and forth on him. Each movement brushed your clit against his pelvis and sent a shiver up your spine.

"I love you" he grabbed at your soft arms, holding them in place around his neck as he pressed his brow to yours. "Gods, Fuck- I love you so much."

You were breathless.

He hadn't actually said it before. You could hardly think straight, trying to keep your rhythm as your arms tightened around him.

"I love you, so much." You panted. "So much. Oh Gods Darling, hold me. Hold me please, I'm so close."

Nothing made you feel safer or more secure than when he tightened his large arms around your body, practically engulfing you, while you road out your orgasm on his cock. Feeling every jerk and spasm of your muscles as he continued to pump into you.

Your sensitive cunt clenched with each thrust, trying to catch up as Sandor gripped your hips and took control of them, forcing you to alternate rolling and bouncing on him.

Now it was your turn to become lost in the sensations of his flesh on yours. Keeping himself buried in you, he flipped you on your back and continued where you left off.

"Fuck, I-" you couldn't get a thought out. You knew after one climax you would last long before they came in droves. "Sandor, fuck."

"Sweet Wife" he echoed your words to him, kissing your neck and shoulders as he fucked you into the mattress. "So good to me. Let me be good to you."

You nodded encouragingly.

"You want to cum again for me, sweet girl."

"Yes" you breathed, gasping as his fingers found your clit.

"You want me to finish inside you again?"

"Please" you begged. "Please, please, please."

"Hmmmm" you felt his growl in the deepest part of your chest. "You beg so well. You know I couldn't deny you anything."

Your back began to arch as your hips raised to meet his hand, chasing your high with abandon as Sandor's mouth found the sensitive spot on your neck.

Your second orgasm came like a rolling tide, flooding your body and mind over and over again. Sandor growled as your cunt turned tight then relaxed, coating him in your sweet juices.

His release was also close at hand, and with a few more deep thrusts he nearly collapsed on top of you. Catching himself on his forearms, he peppered your face with hair with kisses before pulling out.

"Sweet love." You breathed. "Gods that was good."

"I needed that"

"I could tell" you nodded, crawling back to the pillows and curling up to him from behind. "Want to talk about why?"

"Fuck" Sandor rolled his eyes, "Fucking Gregor is staying for the Hand's Tourney. The whole week of it, the cunt."

"What, why?" You frowned. Gregor was the current head of House Clegane and he didn't have a legal heir. If he were to fall, he knew everything would fall to Sandor.

"Because he's a spiteful idiot,"

"Well," you thought, "You're not in the lists, right?"

"No, someone has to keep Joff alive."

"Well, then fuck him." You kissed the back of his shoulder. "If he wants to risk his life in some stupid tourney, let him. As long as I don't have to worry about you."

"He's doing this to fuck with me" Sandor grumbled. "I know it."

"Darling" You rolled him over to look him in the face. "I dont think he's smart enough to fuck with anyone. If anything, he probably just wants to bash someone skull in."

Sandor didn't answer, but allowed you to kiss his brow before snuffing out the lights.

#sandor clegane smut #sandor clegane x reader #game of thrones smut #game of thrones fanfiction #Her Grace's Handmaiden

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Okay, now I'm just imagining Emmet bringing his sword onto the subway, and just. Offering a special challenge.

Have the challangers fight him.

Maybe Ingo too, but mostly Emmet wants to see if anyone can beat him.

It could be like a special challenge day or something (maybe him getting Yeeted at Reshiram and causing havoc got a video leak from some security cameras? And people will not stop asking how did you do that questions.)

But either way, Emmet wipes the floor with everyone.

And then someone asks if a Legendary could be brought in. (Whatever Legendary(s?) You want them to fight, really.)

Emmet offers a fight with both him and Ingo if they bring two. Not on the train though. At the park, or maybe Elesa's gym? Either way.

The twins win. Overwhelmingly.

The video goes viral.

Several villain teams feel they got off lightly on who they have to deal with, all things considered. After all, the Train twins won't leave Unova, right?

I had to hold onto this ask for a bit because it inspired a little ficlet! Because I love this idea, and the twins would be so happy to fight on their own again.

...I didn't actually get around to writing a fight proper, but we've got the buildup! So under the readmore...

Ingo tugs his hat over his face to hide the embarrassed blush spreading across his skin. "This is foolish. Why did we agree to this? We're so out of practice."

"Speak for yourself!" Emmet goes through his practice stances, still familiar even though it's been so long since he's properly wielded a blade. Not counting that recent time with Reshiram and Team Plasma, which ended up on camera, which then spread everywhere because the twins still aren't used to hiding from live footage like that. "We still fought Reshiram on our own and won, didn't we? That's enough for most people. No one will know if your form is off."

"True, but I'll know," Ingo grumbles. He's trying not to look at the crowd of onlookers already swarming the park. Folks are setting up chairs and cameras. A food truck has set up nearby. Curious Pokemon, and a few children too, hang from every treebranch. Ingo has never felt such pressure to perform, but then again, he's stuck almost solely to Pokemon battles for the past few centuries.

Ever since the video clip of the Subway Bosses using actual weapons against Reshiram and Team Plasma went online, trainers kept asking to challenge the twins--not their Pokemon, just the twins themselves, Emmet with his sword and Ingo with his shields. They'd protested, because they certainly didn't want to hurt innocent Pokemon or trainers who were far too weak...but then someone had asked about the Legendary rule. Could those rare and ancient Pokemon not allowed on the Battle Subway under normal circumstances be allowed to fight the twins? And seeing the chance for either some friendly competition or a chance to settle a few century-old grudges, Emmet had agreed, and convinced Ingo to as well.

"Don't you want a challenge?" Emmet had asked. "You punched that smug bastard out. Saved the day. That can't be enough for you." And as much as Ingo didn't want to admit it, Emmet had been right. That urge to go all-out had been building under his skin and needed an outlet, and sparring with Emmet wouldn't be enough. They were born and raised fighters, and while directing their Pokemon in battle filled some of that void, it had been far too long since the twins themselves had stepped into the fray.

So here they are. Middle of the park with a one-time event set up. "Bring your strongest Pokemon, even your Legends, and battle the Subway Bosses!" Officially, it's a charity event, entry fees all going toward repairing and maintaining the different trains. According to event staff, they've already smashed their predicted goals, and the battles haven't even started yet. And that is why Ingo's nerves are on fire. He hasn't had this many people consciously watch him fight in...ever.

"Come on Ingo! Join me in warmups. You'll feel better. And it gives the crowd a show!" Emmet twirls his blade with an honest smile. "Like we're back at the training grounds. Remember?"

The memories are hazy, have been for a long time now, but Ingo obliges. He makes sure the shields are properly strapped onto his arms, then he slips into the familiar stance and goes through his forms. Block high, block low, pivot, step into a blow, block again...

"Look! It's the Champion...!" "Wait, aren't those the team leaders of...?" "Cynthia! That's really her!"

Oh. So they have some serious contenders today. Ingo's nerves give way to excitement as he deduces which of their longtime friends and rivals have shown up today. Not that they can have a proper chat with all of these humans around...well, those are details that can wait for later. They'll get the gist of it all in battle, where words aren't necessary.

Emmet twirls his sword, his smile beaming and full of sharpened teeth. "This is going to be fun. Are you ready?"

Ingo checks the straps on his shields one last time. Safety check completed, he nods. "More than ever."

The first contestants stride up and release legends that most of the crowd has never seen. The twins salute their longtime friends as they slip into their familiar mantra. Safety checks! Everyone smile! Aim for victory, and...

"All aboard!"

Steel sings, and Ingo feels more alive than he has in centuries.

#ingo #emmet #submas #selkie au #submas selkie au #subway boys with WEAPONS #bedlam writes

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of-the-underworld-and-sea · 1 year

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My Cats

So of course I can't make a post about my cats without the proper cat tax, but I just wanted to tell the stories of all my cats, how I got them and where their names came from. In chronological order because I can't show favoritism!

So first is Kindle, almost 8, the black and white Maine Coon on the left of the first picture. Yes, he is named after the e-reader. No I didn't actually name him, I just kept it. So Kindle is the son of a stray someone at my mom's job found. When they went to get her spayed, they were basically told, "Yeah, we can't do that, she's pregnant with six kittens." I'd been waiting to get a cat for about a year since I'd followed my family to Florida, so we got to lay claim to one of them.

So where did his name come from? Well, their young niece had lost her kindle (the e-reader) and where did she finally find it? With mama and the first kitten, who was surprisingly large since his mama was tiny. So they named him Kindle. At first I thought it was a silly name and I would immediately change it, but he looked just like one of my childhood cats who passed young, and I couldn't come up with anything else. So I kept it and honestly, I love the minor chaos his name being the same as a e-reader (which I'll admit is the kind of e-reader I actually own lol.)

Second is Darrion, 4 turning 5 in a couple months, the gray and white tabby with Kindle. Ah, Darrion, I do love that kitten nugget. She's absolutely my familiar and stuck with me for this reason, and I love her so much. My first apartment, soon after I moved in, one of my roommates and I found her and her siblings and decided to take them in and get them fixed since there was a huge feral cat problem in our area.

She hated us the whole time. Wanted nothing to do with us, wouldn't even look at us most of the time, and would his and scratch at us. So I named her after a bitchy ex-coworker. I didn't know I'd end up keeping her, and honestly I do love the name Darrion a lot. It just didn't come about the best way. Anyways, so once we got her and her siblings spayed/neutered, we released the girls because we thought they were too feral and would be happier, and at least they wouldn't be able to have kittens and make the problem worse.

Our neighbors picked up her sister, but Darrion stuck around us. She'd wait for me to get home from work, she'd walk with me to the mailbox, and just hang out with me outside in general. There was a bad storm one day, so since I knew she was healthy and flea free, I let her in with Kindle and I to wait out the storm. Well, they were instantly best friends, which if anyone knows cats, they know how rare this is. They never fought once, and still haven't. They play, they snuggle, they clean each other, but no fighting. So she joined the family.

And last but certainly not least, Saphiya, age around 2 now (though they said she was two when I got her, but there's just no way according to my vet) the gray one in the solo picture. This little one, though not visible in the picture, is a tripod. I met her at a cat café with my brother and sister-in-law, and immediately fell in love. I didn't need a third cat, I was at the time in a crappy tiny apartment (450sqft and no proper AC in Florida) but I needed her. I'd been walking to the back of the café to meet another cat I saw, and immediately this little goof was yelling at me like "hey, I'm here too" from her hiding spot in the corner. She came hopping out and I knew I needed her.

She'd only just lost her leg recently, she was still shaved from the procedure, but you'd never know it from how she got around, though she has only gotten better and better balance since I adopted her. I named her after Sapphia from the webcomic High Class Homos, who has a prosthetic leg and a big personality, just like my little Saphiya.

And that's the story of my cats! I just felt compelled to share, because really, who doesn't love hearing about cats?

#cats #personal #familiar #pets

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long-hot-stories · 10 days

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The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 6

Azalea helps with milking.

In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

After dinner, Devin retired for the night. His footsteps faded up the stairs and left the girls alone with Ellyn and her father.

Ellyn sat down after having finished cleaning up dinner, sewing kit in hand, and set to work mending some shirts. Without pausing, she asked Devin's ladies, "So, how'd you two enjoy your day on the farm?"

"It was so much fun! I'm sad we can't stay longer," Azalea replied as she unbraided her hair for the night.

Reina sipped her after-dinner tea. "It was a most enjoyable experience. Thank you for your hospitality."

"Glad you two enjoyed yourselves. Aside from Jyora's little show, things are normally quite boring around here."

"She looked like she had a lot of fun," Azalea observed.

Ellyn looked up at her comment, "I hope she did. I'm a bit concerned that maybe I teased her too much. I'll talk to her tomorrow and apologize if I got too familiar with her."

"I'm sure she'll be fine. Maybe just the intuition of an old man, but I think she especially enjoyed the attention from you, Ellyn," Gylan countered.

"You think she has feelings for me?"

The husky farmer put his feet up on the table. After pulling out a knife and a block of wood, he started carving. "I believe she admires you, or at least looks up to you, though she might be experiencing more complicated feelings now."

The candles flickered in their sconces as Ellyn mulled over her father's words.

"What are you carving, grandpa Gylan?" inquired Azalea, snuggling against Reina.

Gylan smiled at his new title. "A gift for you two."

Suddenly sitting up, "Presents for us?!" Thank you!" What is it?"

"I'll answer that before you leave tomorrow," he uttered, then went back to work.

Azalea tried to pout, but traces of a smile kept leaking through.

Gylan flicked some shavings off the table. "So, how's it been traveling with young Devin?"

"Well, we actually haven't been with herd-mate very long. I've only been with him two days, and Azalea's been with him three," Reina offered.

"Only that long? I got the impression you were together much longer. So you essentially just met?"

"Yes. It's been so much fun! Both life-mate and Reina have been wonderful! I love them both very much!" gushed Azalea.

"I'm glad to hear. He's very conscientious, though -- and this isn't meant to be an insult to either of you -- we are just a little surprised he has two companions," Gylan revealed.

"What do you mean?" Reina quizzed.

"Devin does very well for himself, but being a merchant means always chasing after profit, and sometimes profit is elusive. You might have noticed your meals have been fairly basic. Or how worn his wagon and personal belongings are?" Gylan pointed out.

"I hadn't really paid attention to herd-mate's lifestyle," replied Reina with contemplation.

"Neither have I," admitted Azalea.

Ellyn put down her sewing and interjected, "We tell you this not to make you feel bad but to make you aware of the situation he's in. The life of a merchant is hard. Business is good while the weather stays amicable, but come winter unless you are desperate or reckless, money gets tight. We were Devin's first customers when he started out. He's become somewhat of an extended family member to everyone. Every time he visits, we try to give him a little extra in the way of food or other things he might need or be able to sell."

"Do you have any suggestions on how we can help herd-mate?"

"Unfortunately, no, but just doing little things and emotional support never hurts. I was glad to see you were pulling the wagon, Reina. I don't have any spare horses to lend, and the current one doesn't look like she'd last through the winter if he kept her working that hard," advanced Gylan.

Ellyn leaned over the table and took both of the girl's hands. "I'm so very glad he met you two. We can worry less about him knowing he's not alone out on the road."

The girls squeezed Ellyn's hand in return. "Reina and I are dedicated life-mates. I swear upon my love crest we'll look after him."

"Seeing how you three interact together, I have no doubt." Ellyn yawned suddenly. "It's getting late, and I have to be up early. We should probably head to bed."

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That night, amidst the chittering of crickets and creaking of the barn, Jyora laid on her cot, thinking back on the events of the day.'I can't believe I did that. To think I was aroused enough to let, no, want Ellyn to do those things to me, and in front of people, no less.' The thought of Ellyn's eyes and fingers roaming over her body caused a small tingle in her belly. Her fingers drifted down between her legs.'I wonder if she'd do it again? She sighed.'I never used to be interested in this sort of thing when I lived at home or during my time at the academy.'

Jyora had grown up far to the north of the capital in a patch of forest considered ancient, even by old growth standards. She was never very outgoing and preferred to have her nose in a book. Some of her peers would have described her as unsocial, but she didn't mind. At the time, learning was more interesting than anything. When she was old enough to attend the academy, all her previous book learning had borne fruit as she excelled in all her classes.

She bit her lip as she inserted a finger, stirring her insides to make room for a second.'If I hadn't checked the job listings board on the school grounds a year ago and saw that request for a small farm near Iceford looking for a mage to test their demi-humans for magic affinity and possibly some basic training; I probably would have been mentoring a senior crestologist right now.'

It had looked like an easy enough job, and it was. Mr. Kiveläson's farm wasn't a bad place for her first internship. Gylan and his daughter had been quite happy at the revelation of several of their farmhands possessing affinity and that crests existed to boost milk and wool production.

She curled her fingers, searching for her favorite spot.

Her time on the farm had let her observe many things: particularly how the farmhands interacted and flirted. This stirred a small corner of her heart to wonder what it was like to be desired. She considered herself very average. She didn't have the energetic vibrancy of an athletic body or the soft sensual curves of natural beauty. Did others find her attractive?

That particular night, before Gylan had asked her to start testing the farmhands for affinity, a thought popped into her head. As she reviewed her notes, she flipped through to the sheet she used as a reference for infrequently-used, miscellaneous crests. Her finger meandered through her listed definitions, stopping at the gaze crest. She didn't know much about it, except it was a crest with very little practical application. The only info she had written was that it made the user tingle when someone looked lustfully at them.

She had weighed the pros and cons of using it on herself. Its effects wouldn't be a permanent thing, and her curiosity grew the more she wondered if anyone ever looked at her in that way.

Throwing caution to the wind, she drew it. It had been simple enough and had barely taken any time, but it was tricky drawing upside down. It was the first time she had applied a crest for personal use, and the novelty was exciting. She'd infused a bit of magic to put it into the 'active' state. That night, she almost didn't sleep, wondering what would happen the next day. Eventually, sleep did find her, and she drifted off.

That next morning, she had forgotten about the crest, dressed, and went to search for Gylan. "When she was halfway across the yard, an unexpected vibration startled her. Remembering the crest, she thought it was going to be a slight tingle, but the significant buzz was making her legs weak.

It was impossible to tell who triggered the magic effect. It could have been any of the demi-humans who were busy going about their tasks outside. A simple stare or quick glance from anyone was all it took. She never figured out who it was, but from then on, she ventured further into exploring this new hobby. Jyora went so far as to forgo undergarments since she often ended up soaking them.

Her intense orgasm brought her back to the present. Her back arched as it washed over her. Her vagina quivered as she fingered the last pleasant waves from her tired body.

'When did I become such a licentious girl?' was her last thought as she fell asleep.

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Azalea shifted uncomfortably in her bed. Contrary to her wishes, her body was demanding immediate attention for her full bladder. Begrudgingly, she got up and left the warmth of Devin's nethers. Throwing her clothes on, she wondered how she would get to the outhouse behind the lodge.

As she exited the bedroom, she spied Ellyn walking out onto the porch. She zipped to the door and exited just before it slammed closed. Azalea was curious where Ellyn was going so early in the morning. Through the chill mist she saw the redhead approach two figures leaning against the milking barn wall opposite the outhouse. Finding a way to kill two birds with one stone, she dove into a nearby bush and listened in while she watered the plant.

"Good morning Ailean, Erinnah!"

"Mornin," mumbled the sleepy sheepman.

"Good morning, Ellyn." Erinnah yawned.

"Sorry to call you two out so early."

"It's no problem. We're always happy to help. Though, some are more eager to help than others." Erinnah pulled her hand out of her brother's pants, "see?" Sticky strands of precum glinted between her fingers. "I edged him last night to activate his glyph, but I might have overdone it. He couldn't fall asleep, but after some of my milk, he finally relaxed."

Gingerly massaging her milk-laden breasts, Erinnah added, "I can't wait to relieve some of this pressure. Also, it's freezing!" She wrapped her cloak closer about her and motioned to the barn door. "Shall we?"

Ellyn opened the barn door and ushered the two inside.

Azalea, having thoroughly drenched the plant, poked her head out of the bush, doubly curious about what was going on. "Good morning, Ellyn!"

Ellyn turned to see Azalea hovering right outside the door. "Oh, good morning, Azalea. Everything alright?"

"Everything's fine, I had to pee, and I saw you three and was curious what was going on."

"We are going to milk Ailean for Devin's customer's order."

"You are? Can I watch?"

Ellyn ducked her head in the door. "Ailean, do you mind if Azalea joins us?"

Upon Ailean's assent, Ellyn invited Azalea, and the four entered the barn, headed to the two middle stalls Cyna & Ryna had occupied yesterday.

Ailean started to undress while Erinnah hung her cloak by the door and went to choose her toy.

"Hey, Ellyn, what size do you think Devin is?" Erinnah called from across the room.

"I know!" Azalea raised her hand as she flew over. Examining the selection, she compared a few next to her body. "He's about this big," she claimed, handing Erinnah a medium-sized toy.

"Thank you, Azalea. I was curious what a human his size felt like. I met Priscilla in the hallway last night and she said it was a tight fit."

"Maybe you'd like to try the real thing. I can ask him. I'm sure life-mate wouldn't say no to such a beautiful cunt as yours. Even if he did, I can be pretty persuasive," she aired with a wink.

"That's very sweet, but we agreed next time he visited."

"Can I be there when you two do it?"

"If you want."

Erinnah crossed the barn and entered the stall next to where Ailean was standing naked.

"Oh, Azalea, I should introduce you. This is Ailean, my younger brother."

"Nice to meet you! Thank you for letting me watch!"

Ailean nodded.

Erinnah brushed her hair behind her ear. "He's not much of a talker, and he gets a bit timid during milking."

"That's alright. Oh! And since you're letting me see yours, I'll show you mine!" Azalea stated giddily, then lifted her dress and made a little pose.

Erinnah asserted, "Well, aren't you lucky, Ailean! Not every day a fairy offers a view of her intimates. Look how smooth her tummy is; and luscious thighs! They look delicious, don't they?"

Azalea floated over, stopping right in front of Ailean's face. She put her fingers together in a heart shape around her vulva. "Give my life-mate lots and lots of cum, and maybe I'll reward you with a sweet treat, ok?" she teased, smiling innocently.

"Do your best little brother. Sounds like a win-win!" She encouraged as she climbed aboard the table.

Ellyn set up the machine and lifted Erinnah's tail out of the way as the sheeplady scooted back. With a jerk and shudder, the machine came to life, introducing the foreign shape to Erinnah's depths.

Erinnah sucked in her breath.'Definitely a snug fit.'. Tiny thrills coursed through her body, kickstarting her crest. Beginning with slow, steady pulses, the glow brightened until it glimmered strongly beneath her. Lowering her breasts through the holes in the table, she guided them into the glass cups, feeling the seal form. Then she hummed in pleasure as the first couple of tugs caused small beads of milk to appear. Each tug teased out a micro orgasm as the liquid was forcefully drawn from her dark nipples. Droplets turned to spurts, and before long, rich, frothy milk splashed into the container below.

Once Erinnah was settled and moaning softly, Ellyn threw a blanket over her woolless body. "Aight, time for a different kind of milkin'. You can be my assistant this morning, Azalea."

"I can?!"

"Yes, I'll need you to help me carry some things."

Ellyn led the way to a workbench. "Ok, Azalea, grab that bar of soap and that vial of lube next to it.; oh, and some of those rags over there." While Azalea flew off to accomplish her task, Ellyn filled a pail with water from a nearby barrel and grabbed several phials of varying sizes. Together, they entered Ailean's stall.

Azalea had never seen a naked sheepman before. He stood slightly hunched over. Long bangs covered his eyes, and a bell clanged softly around his neck. Similar to his sister, he had two fuzzy ears below a pair of curled but grander set of horns adorning the sides of his head. His wool was soft and dense, having had the summer and autumn to grow thick and warm for the winter. It made him look more cuddly than the sinewy and more muscular satyrs.

Most noticeable, though, and of much interest to the curious fairy, was the bright purplish-red glyph below his belly button. She had seen pictures of them in books, but this was her first time seeing one like this in person.

As Ellyn laid out the equipment, Ailean climbed atop the table, his large balls swinging heavily as he aimed his sheath through the small hole.

Erinnah saw Azalea gawking. "Big, aren't they? He's the only male in the valley to have magic affinity," she boasted.

"Nothing looks little about them! Is that the glyph's doing?"

"Yes, this process increases their size, marginally," interrupted a familiar voice.

Their morning activity had disturbed Jyora. She was standing at the banister, looking down groggily from the loft, her hair unkempt. Alighting on the floor, she adjusted her glasses. "How is he, Erinnah?"

"Extremely horny and probably feeling very full. He wanted to raise the glyph's potency to the highest level, but I argued against it. After some debate, we settled on stage three."

"I think even that was too much. It's only been half a year, and his body isn't used to that level of demand just yet." Jyora scolded, squeezing his tender balls and eliciting a groan from Ailean.

Azalea listened intently but appeared oblivious.

Jyora sighed and started caressing the oversized sheep testicles as if in apology. "We are talking about his glyph, Azalea. You are already aware that modifying the substructure of a crest or glyph changes what it does, correct?"

"Yes."

"This is the hyperspermia glyph. It was designed specifically to aid the body to rapidly produce pre-ejaculate and increase quantities of semen in a short amount of time by enhancing the testicles, prostate, seminal vesicles, and cowper's gland."

Azalea joined Jyora. She hefted Ailean's swollen sack, which appeared even larger in her tiny hands. "They sure are heavy. Must be a lot inside."

An intricate pattern ran vertically from the main body of the glyph down to the underside of his scrotum. She traced her thumbs over the patterns, memorizing every detail.

"His body is working hard to produce three times the ejaculation he'd normally have."

Azalea's heart fluttered. She salivated at the thought of so much yummy cum.'I wonder what he tastes like!' She nuzzled her cheek against a prominent vein. His heartbeat, working hard to supply the extra blood to create all the tasty cream inside, felt strong.'I wonder if Ellyn will let me try some?'

Jyora stepped back and leaned against the wall. "All crests and glyphs have some kind of cost or side effects, as I'm sure you well know given the very interesting crests you flashed me yesterday."

"And I intend to add more in the future," Azalea exclaimed proudly.

Jyora cocked an eyebrow. "The hyperspermia glyph, in particular, is complex and has varying side effects. It's a four-tier glyph, meaning the amount of affinity, up to four times normally used, will yield greater results. In simpler terms: more affinity, more semen."

Azalea wrapped her arms around the enlarged orbs. Her cunt moistened as she inhaled his musky male scent.

Ellyn pulled Jyora to her, almost knocking her off balance. She rested her substantial chest on top of the reserved squirrel mage's head.

Jyora cleared her throat. "Tier one generates slightly above normal semen volumes, with the expenditure being akin to a vigorous sex session. Tier two will produce double the amount, and the user will feel exhausted. At tier three, he feels faint and might pass out. Tier four; well, I have not seen it used personally, but I heard it's used only with those of exceptional stamina and abnormally high libido. For everyone else, it's too much strain on the body and starts yielding diminishing returns."

Azalea protectively hugged his balls. "You said his body isn't used to it. Is he going to be ok?"

"He'll be fine. Most males wake up after a few hours, but he might feel a bit 'hollowed-out' afterward. At least, that's how some describe it. There is one additional cost I didn't mention. Each tier increases replenishment time by a week."

"So; since he's using tier three, he won't be able to cum for three weeks?!"

"Correct. He'll be able to orgasm, but they will all be dry."

Erinnah held her brother's hand. "It's not bad. He'll be able to safely have fun with any of the girls when they are not being milked. Isn't that right? Oh, but wait, you only have eyes for a particular girl, don't you? One who you think has no clue she knows how you look at her. Or that you like to stealthily rub your penis between her thighs at night."

Erinnah brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Why do you think I sleep naked most of the time, little brother? You don't have to be so shy. I'm well aware of you sneaking some fun time when I'm being milked, and you think I might be too horny to notice the feel of my brother's penis. You should properly come out and say it. 'Big sister, I want to bend you over, grab your horns, and plow you hard and fast for hours till your legs give out.'"

Ellyn laughed. "Erinnah, rubbing your clit so frantically is making me think you should have taken the initiative instead."

"I was giving him the honor, but I don't mind taking the reins," Errinah retorted.

"Azalea, when you're done cuddling his balls, can you get him fully erect for me, please?"

"Yes, Ellyn!" She saluted eagerly, then zipped underneath the table where Ellyn had placed a tall stool for her to stand on.

With experienced hands, she peeled back a bit of his sheath, coaxing the tip out of hiding with a few flirtatious licks. With her fingers encircling the tapered head, she planted kisses around the crown before feeding a generous amount into her mouth. 'The tip oddly reminds me of a scorpion girl's tail.' She swirled her tongue a few times against it. 'Or maybe more similar to a wolfman's penis, except not as blunt.'

Azalea noisily slurped the growing member. 'Oh? What's this? Precum already? I haven't even gotten started!' She sucked a bit onto her tongue. 'I can never get enough of this texture. So smooth and syrupy!' She tilted her head back and pushed the tip to the back of her throat. Taking a deep breath, she pushed forward, triumphantly ignoring her gag reflex. She swallowed both to help ease more in as well as to massage his shaft.

Her body shivered as she reveled in her throat's fullness. It was so rare to find someone she could deepthroat. The last time was a male fairy many years ago, but his size was nothing compared to this.

Out of all of Azalea's kinks, being used like a sex toy was highest on her list. This was second only to maybe being used as a cumdump -- a vessel for males to deposit their seed until she was stuffed and oozing from every hole. She wanted nothing more than to have her belly pumped full of thick morning cream, but she was quickly running out of oxygen, and Ailean's cream was already claimed by another.

Reluctantly, she sloppily extracted his manhood, and long, gooey strands of saliva and precum spanned the gap before she pulled them into her mouth.

"Ellyn, he's rea, " Her voice trailed off as she saw Errinah, Ellyn, and even Jyora looking at her wide-eyed. "What? Did I do something wrong?"

"Not at all! I think we were just a little surprised and impressed at how much penis someone your size could take."

"It's been a long time since I've done that. One day, I'll be stretchy enough for my life-mate to fill me up!" she announced proudly.

"I'm sure that will feel wonderful for both of you," Ellyn assured. Crouching down beside Azalea, she explained, "Now, we clean him a bit with some soapy water to make sure we collect a clean product."

Soon after, she handed Azalea two glass vials. "I want you to fill these with precum."

"Will do!"

With glee, Azalea set to work mashing out the clear, slippery liquid until the first vial was full. After handing it to Ellyn, she worked the shaft until the second vial was half full. "Looks like he's about dry, Ellyn."

"Let's see. I'd guess about twelve milliliters."

"What's normal?" asked Azalea, sucking some off her fingers.

"About four."

Azalea looked away, trying to avoid the temptation of the erotic liquid. "Now what?"

Jyora placed a vial on the stool. "Now for the actual milking. Ellyn, "

"Yes, Jyora?"

"I would suggest a slow, manual milking at first. His seminal vesicles will be very full, and I'm concerned his body isn't trained enough to suddenly release so much, right away, through a normal orgasm," Jyora clarified.

"Sure thing."

She scratched Ailean's ears as she whispered to him, "This will be a bit different than what you're used to, but you might end up liking it." She trailed her fingers seductively down his side while moving behind him. A large dollop of lube was applied to Ailean's puckered hole, causing it to clench nervously. "Don't worry! Some guys really like it when I do this." She gently massaged her way inside.

Ailean grunted as her middle finger glided over her target, a telltale bump on the front wall of his rectum. Her slender digit circled the bulge several times. She purred, "This spot right here is going to get my extra special attention today."

Azalea peeked from under the table. "Can I feel?"

"Sure you can." Ellyn held out her hand for Azalea to land on so she'd have some leverage. While holding out a wooden bowl, she pointed out, "This is a special lube we order, made from the secretions of the kelp-girls in the coastal city of Merport."

"That explains why it smells a little fishy." Her much smaller hand coated, Azalea wiggled it inside. "What am I feeling for?

"It's a large bump toward the bottom with a slight groove down the center."

Ailean stifled a moan as his anus quivered around Azalea's wrist. "It's very delicate, so please be gentle."

"I think I found it!" Azalea giggled, prodding the squishy gland.

"Try reaching farther in and press downward as you pull your hand back."

Azalea did as Ellyn told her, pressing and kneading until the sheepman was squirming and panting for relief. After several minutes of that, she withdrew her hand. "This is more tiring than it looks."

"It's probably a bit more effort for someone your size. You want to go back to holding the jar?"

"Yes, please," Azalea acknowledged. She took an offered washcloth to wash her hand and then reclaimed her place on the stool.

"Alright, Azalea. Don't be surprised if he loses his erection. You might also see a bit more precum before the milkier fluids." Ellyn reapplied lube to her fingers and inserted her index fingers into Ailean's loosened tailhole. Crooking her fingers, she pushed down and pulled back, spreading and loosening her fingers in a steady rhythm around the edges of his prostate.

Azalea re-adjusted her grip several times as Ailean's erection diminished. An idea flashed through her mind.

She flew to a table against the wall, grabbed a small stack of clean rags, and folded them several times. Once back at her stool, she placed the rags behind her. Like that, she could lean back and grip his fully-flaccid penis in a body hug, nestling his shaft between her breasts and on top of her belly, placing her directly under the slick cock. Wrapping her legs around the jar, she pulled it snug against her ass.

Azalea wasn't sure if this reverse boobjob would feel good, but she was going to do her; breast! She smiled at her own cleverness. 'Life-mate would definitely groan at such a bad pun. I'll have to be sure to use it in the future.'

For nearly an hour, sister and brother filled the barn with their duet of pleasure as they were milked. Erinnah was working toward filling her third jar. The pressure in her breasts had greatly diminished, but in its place was a constant tingle that kept her aroused. Those and the painfully delicious slowness of the dildo kept her just on the edge.

Coating her fingers in her juices, she sucked on them naughtily as she watched her brother. His penis was cradled against Azalea's cuddly fairy body. "Look's like you coaxed enough out of him to cover the bottom of the phial. Ellyn?"

Ellyn paused her efforts. "How's that, Jyora?"

Jyora looked underneath the table. "That should be adequate. He can cum if he wishes."

"Are you ready for some relief, Ailean?" Ellyn asked. She cupped his aching balls and massaged them with her free hand, tugging them in a steady rhythm. "He should be about ready, Azalea."

Ailean wasn't so sure. He suddenly had a strong urge to pee. Since the source of his pleasure was so close to his bladder, he mistook the sensation for his impending orgasm. He cried out in surprise as his body jerked stiffly. Being used to penile pleasure, he was unprepared for the full-body spasm that radiated out through his torso, arms, legs, and of course his penis. Each pulse made his vision blur.

Azalea steadied her grip as the sheepman shuddered, expecting cum to spurt out like usual. Instead, she frowned in disappointment with the result. "Jyora, is this normal? It's coming out really slowly."

Jyora peeked under the table. "Yes. Some guys don't even ejaculate with this type of orgasm since it's focused on a different pleasure center. I suggest you assist him if you want to get it all out."

Azalea grasped his shaft with both hands, doing her best to milk between each spasm. While the intensity was underwhelming, Ailean's volume was not. Azalea's disappointment turned to delight when he showed no sign of stopping.

Minutes passed with the sheepman trapped in a loop of euphoria. He laid there gasping for air between each convulsion as the two girls drained him for more than he was normally worth.

The phial was just nearly overfull when his balls were finally spent. Exhausted more than he'd ever felt, he lingered just on the verge of fainting. Azalea carefully removed his penis from the glass and licked the ejaculate-smeared tip clean.

Handing it to Jyora, she corked the top and inspected their results. "Good, thick consistency; a healthy white coloring; adequate amount, i'd guess around twenty milliliters -- a successful milking."

Ellyn patted Ailean for a job well done and set about cleaning up.

Azalea, hoping for another taste, managed to suckle a small mouthful as she licked his glans clean. She hadn't forgotten her promise of rewarding Ailean for his effort and had an idea. "Can you roll him over, Ellyn?"

With some effort, Ellyn and Jyora managed to get the limp sheepman onto his back.

"Jyora, can you catch me if I fall?"

"Ya; what are you going to, "

Azalea dropped her dress, flew up, and sat on Ailean's mouth. Parting his lips with her hands, she masturbated, activating her crest.

Stunned, Jyora asked, "Is that the siphon crest? Are you going to do what I think you are?"

"Yep! He's earned something yummy, and I want to make him feel a little better."

Azalea, thoroughly wet from having rubbed her cunt on the glass during the milking, wasted no time digging her fingers into her honey pot. Sweet drops fell onto Ailean's tongue, prompting him to start lapping directly from the source. Azalea was used to being played with by a certain life-mate's tongue, so she greedily humped her hips as he lapped the delicious liquid.

Jyora moved closer. "Have you done this before?"

"Yes!" She passionately shouted. "Sorry, I mean, yes, once, but I learned my lesson not to overdo it."

Jyora bent down to get a closer view. "I've never seen someone actually use this crest, so I'm quite intrigued to see it in action."

Azalea looked back over her shoulder at the barely conscious sheepman. "Open wide! Here's your reward!" With a few impassioned flicks of her clit, she went over the edge while her crest pulsed erratically.

A light in her abdomen grew rapidly as her belly expanded slightly. Biting her lip, she doubled over as she came. She clutched her stomach as the light in her abdomen lessened. Where their skin met, the light flowed from her body to Ailean's, infusing energy into his weakened form. At the same time, a gush of highly-concentrated fairy cum squirted into Ailean's mouth. Azalea reached out for something to steady herself, finding Jyora's hand already there, just in case.

Jyora scooped Azalea into her hands. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, I needed that. Just a little lightheaded."

"Fascinating. It looked like a direct transfer of energy -- not from your ejaculate, but directly from your core."

"If you say so. I don't know how it works. Just, when I cum, my physical energy transfers to whoever I'm touching when I orgasm. I hope it helped Ailean a little."

Feeling somewhat rejuvenated, Ailean sat up. He took Azalea from Jyora, cradling her while patting her head.

"I'll be right back," Jyora suddenly announced, excusing herself out of the barn.

"Well, little brother, quite the eventful morning, eh?" Erinnah got down off the milking table and stretched. "I feel three-and-a-half jars lighter. Ellyn, I know you have things to do this morning. Let me finish cleaning up."

"Alright. Thanks, Erinnah." Ellyn placed the siblings' milk in a basket and exited the barn. The sun was just peeking above the mountains, burning off the the lingering mist. It was still cold but less bone-chilling. Stopping in front of the well, she removed her shirt and let the sun's rays splash across her body. Then she hauled up a bucket of water and gave her face a quick splash. Droplets trickled down to her nipples, causing them to stiffen.

Nearby, a door closed, followed by the sound of boots on wood. Devin descended the lodge stairs, pausing midstep to notice Ellyn's topless state.

"Uh, good morning, Ellyn."

"Mornin Devin."

Devin averted his eyes.

"Don't need to act so shy. You can look all you want. They aren't good for much else if there's no milk in 'em. We just finished milkin'. Here's your order." She held up the basket.

"Thank you for all your hard work."

"We had a good milking session. Ailean put in a lot more effort today, so your alchemist friend should be quite happy."

"I'm sure she will. Have you seen the girls this morning?"

"I haven't seen Reina, but Azalea was help'n us with the milking."

"I bet she had fun."

"She did. She's resting up with Ailean and Erinnah." Ellyn replied while pointing to the barn.

"I'm gonna go find your father and help him load up the wagon."

"Sounds good, but before you do, might I suggest you peek around the side of the storage shed? I think I heard something interesting going on." With that, she ascended the stairs and into the lodge.

Devin watched her go. Turning his attention to the smaller storage shed, he seemed to hear the sound of heavy breathing. He quietly walked over and peered around the corner. On a stack of old burlap sacks sat Jyora, eyes closed, legs splayed. From her profile and her wings, he couldn't see what she was doing but had a very good idea.

His gaze lingered over her body. Forgetting that certain intentions, imagined or otherwise, would activate her crest, his thoughts of what her cunt would feel like awakened her mark. That caused familiar but sudden vibrations to ripple through her already sensitive vagina. She squeeked and clenched her knees together; her eyes flying open to search for the cause. When her gaze alit on Devin, they both stared motionless at one another.

"Uh, Jyora, hi." He paused. "Ellyn said I should take a look at something back here and, "

Her eyes narrowed. Thinking she was mad, he was about to apologize when, instead of scolding him or trying to hide herself, she twisted her body, offering a full frontal view. Her cunt was indeed drippy and swollen. It was stuffed with some kind of whitish-tan phallic-shaped object.

"Since you activated my crest, I take it you wish to watch, Mr. Ebonplume?"

"Sorry, it was kinda unintentional. Are you comfortable with me being here?"

"You've already seen me naked, and after yesterday, I noticed I become more aroused when someone is watching, so you may stay." As she resumed her masturbation, wet squelches and labored panting seemed all the louder in the still air. Devin walked forward and squatted down, enjoying how the cute mage's self-pleasuring caused her perky breasts to bounce.

She groaned, clutching her belly. "Your proximity; crest; very strong; cramping," she stammered.

"Oh? Sorry." Devin took a few steps back.

Relaxing, Jyora pulled the sodden object out and held it up. It appeared to be a very large mushroom with a smooth shaft, thin head, and two bulbous protrusions at the base.

"The strength of the vibrations usually isn't a problem, but," she squeezed the spongy shaft, demonstrating it wasn't as rigid as it looked, "I'm not used to the thickness of this Matango spore just yet, "

"I think I've heard the word Matango before. They are a plant demi-human if I recall."

"A common belief, but an incorrect one: they are fungi demi-humans. Unlike plant demi-humans who receive their nutrients from the sun, Matango receive theirs from a fibrous underground network. They live in colonies in the more shaded and damp parts of the forest. When they are ready to reproduce, they mate via their mycelium network, resulting in this mushroom."

"I should correct myself in that this isn't the spore itself; they are stored in these pouches at the base." She fondled the ball-like protuberances. "My kind has a long history of mutual co-dependence with them. In exchange for cultivated edible mushrooms, we assist in spreading their spores to new locations or other colonies since they are unable to move. They germinate optimally in dark, warm, wet environments." Jyora emphasized. She caressed her tummy thoughtfully, staring hard at Devin's pants as if trying to see through them.

"Do you find me attractive, Mr. Ebonplume?" she asked suddenly.

Devin had a strong sense of deja vu. "I think you're a lovely young woman." He said neutrally, unsure where this line of inquiry was headed. "Lately, whenever a girl asked me that, they propositioned me shortly thereafter."

Jyora smirked, looking him up and down. "You seem like a dependable person, and your girls seem quite attached to you, but you're not my type. The reason I ask is I'm curious if you are needing release. Also, you might be aware my profession involves; handling a lot of male demi-humans, but I rarely have the opportunity to see a human up close."

Devin dropped his pants, his penis saluting her cuteness.

"You are certainly eager. Just a moment." She squatted, placing the base of the mushroom on the ground. Her folds dripped hungrily as she worked it back into her cunt.

"Come here," she commanded.

Not one to argue, he stepped forward.

She whimpered as her vagina was once again inundated with pleasure and some cramping. Massaging her belly with one to lessen the effects, she gripped Devin's penis with the other and gave a few test pumps.

"I'm always amused how a human penis looks similar to a mushroom." She gave a long, slow lick from base to tip. "Does your semen taste like one, I wonder?" Swirling her tongue around his glans once, she suckled the tip.

Devin looked for a place to put his hands. "Do you mind if I touch your ears?"

Jyora shook her head.

"They are so cute," he mused, tenderly caressing and scratching them.

Despite her flushed face, she blushed. Replying with mews and melting further into his hand, she felt the need to justify it, "What? A lot of demi-humans can't help it when you touch our ears like that."

She pushed the end of his penis against the silky smoothness of her inner cheek. Unfortunately, she did not possess the chubby cheeks you'd expect in a squirrel-girl, but that didn't stop her from making full use of what she did have. She bobbed up and down; her calm, serene, almost-bored, brown eyes fixated upon him.

She let him guide her head where he wanted as she fully seated herself, once more, on the mushroom. Her orgasm had been nearly there before Devin interrupted. Increasing her pace, she slammed her hips harder and faster. Before long, she smashed down one final time, impaling herself literally balls deep. She clenched and squeezed the base, manually ejaculating the Matango seed deep into her womb as she silently shuddered her climax.

Pulling off Devin, she squeezed out any remnant and then collapsed onto her back. There, rubbing her belly and looking satisfied with herself, she grunted, "I don't normally orgasm that hard when I do this."

Jyora took a moment to collect herself, then tossed the now-spent mushroom away. She shakily got up and knelt in front of Devin and admired his penis glistening with her saliva. She wasted no time picking up where she left off, stuffing him back into her mouth.

Bending over her head, he thrust rapidly into her small mouth until he felt the pressure building. "I'm going to cum" he announced, then gripped her head and filled her mouth.

She coughed once but managed to retain it all, carefully opening her mouth to show him.

"You don't have to swall, "

She gulped it down, mulling over the flavor. "An acceptable taste and it does vaguely remind me of the bitterness of mushrooms. Thank you for letting me taste your seed. I hope you also received satisfaction."

"I did, you were too cute not too."

Jyora looked away, trying to hide her happiness from the compliment.

"So, um, how many times have you spread spores?"

"This is my fifth time -- twice before joining the academy and three times since my internship here. It was about four months ago that I caught the scent of mushrooms. I followed it to a small colony." She waved her hand in an easterly direction. "A satisfactory mutual exchange was reached." She held up a basket of mushrooms near her that Devin failed to notice earlier.

"How long before you; plant them?"

She rubbed her belly, feeling the last of the crest vibrations fade away. "About three or four days. I'll find a suitable environment some distance away where they can put down their mycelium."

"Do you, I don't know, form some kind of attachment to them; like a mother?"

"No. They are already fertilized by their parents. I'm just an incubator."

"That's very generous of you."

She grabbed a mushroom from her basket and nibbled on it. "I like all mushrooms," she stated matter of factly. With a coy smile, she added, "Though, I might have found an especially flavorful one."

"I noticed you don't have a glyph and are sharing a crest with Azalea."

"I am."

"So you don't possess affinity?"

"Azalea says I do, but I don't know how to use it."

"Would you like to learn?"

"Do you have time to teach me?" he asked curiously.

"Not anything in depth and I don't have my measuring tools to test your volume. I'll just tell you the quick basics and write you some additional notes for you before you leave. Females have larger affinity pools, and without outside assistance, take roughly a full twenty-four hours to replenish. Males have a smaller pool and take roughly half the time. It was originally thought that after you depleted your supply, you'd have to wait the full time span to regain it, but impatience and industrious minds found an alternative."

"As a merchant, I'm sure you're well aware of the different products that mages buy to get around the time restraint."

"I do. If you're talking about six grades of tinctures. The lesser graded ones are hard to find and don't sell very well."

"That's because the higher grade ones are the most effective. Grade one contains affinity collected from filtered sweat. Because it contains the least affinity, it's mostly ignored unless there's an emergency or extreme poverty. There are some who have a fetish for the unfiltered variety, though. Grade two is from saliva -- not much better due to low volume, though there are exceptions if collected from lamia or bee girls. Urine is grade three. It's readily available in large quantities, easily filtered, leaving a more concentrated form, but still, it's not the best since it only contains residual affinity."

"Male precum and female lubricant are grade four. They're very concentrated compared to the others. At grade five -- milk, and maybe not so oddly, honey, also from bee-girls, as well as pollen and nectar from plant-girls contain the second-highest density. Lastly, the most popular and containing the highest density is male semen and female ejaculate. Its processed form has become a staple used by nearly all mages.

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Several hours later. Gylan was just about finished loading crates and securing them with rope in the back of the wagon. Devin had finished switching out the old mare's tack and harness for one that fit Reina and remarked, "She'll have a wonderful retirement here."

Gylan took the lead. "That she will, m'boy." Patting the old horse's muzzle.

Azalea was sitting on the edge of the driver's seat, kicking her legs. "Hey, everyone! Come to see us off?"

The three satyr sisters -- Cyna, Ryna, Iryna -- along with Ellyn, Jyora, and surprisingly, Priscilla walked up.

"We did." Iryna wrapped her arms over Devin's shoulders and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "This is from the four of us. Something to drink on your trip." She placed a basket of four bottles of milk in his arms.

Next to say goodbye was Cyna. She pounced on him, giving him a tight squeeze. "Don't forget our promise!" She grabbed his hand and placed it on her bare mound. "I'll be wet and waiting, so let's play next time you visit! You too, Azalea!"

"We most definitely will!"

Ryna, more calmly than her sister, embraced Devin from behind, squishing her large chest against him. "I wouldn't mind some play time, as well, or a personal milking session," she whispered.

While the sisters were giving good-bye hugs to Reina & Azalea Jyora shuffled up and handed Devon a few scraps of paper. "Some instructions to get you started. You are one of the more agreeable humans I've come to know. I don't know if we'll ever meet again, but if you are ever in the capital, you can find me at the academy's research department."

"We'll be sure to stop by and say hi."

"Also, here!" She pushed a small covered basket of mushrooms into Devin's hands.

"Oh! Thank you. I'll cook these up tonight."

Priscilla stepped up next, arms folded. No longer the pleasure drunk girl she was in the barn. She came across a bit prissy.

"Your mating performance was adequate. Here." She shoved a pink handkerchief into his hands. "For you, and a flower band for each of your girls."

Ellyn grabbed her from behind. Locking her in a hug, kissing the top of her head. "That's her way of saying she likes you. You made her feel really good, and she'd probably like to experience it again."

Priscilla turned several shades of red at being read so accurately and looked away. "That's not what I'm saying at all!" She pouted. "But, but I wouldn't say no if you wanted to -- only because it helps when I get sheared and not because I like it, you understand!"

Devin smiled knowingly. "I understand. It was nice to meet you."

She folded her arms and turned her nose up haughtily. Despite herself, a brief smile crossed her lips before she caught herself and resumed her prideful visage.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Here is my present for you girls." Gylan handed Reina and Azalea two carvings. Only the barest hint of a likeness was seen in each. "They are you. I know it doesn't look like much. We have a small superstition -- no, maybe it's more accurate to say custom: give a partially-done carving to someone to make sure they come back safe, and upon their next visit, I'll carve more detail into it."

Reina bowed her head. "That's very sweet. We'll definitely bring them back to be worked on."

Azalea flew over and hugged the old farmer. "Thank you, grandpa Gylan!"

The last to say goodbye was Ellyn. She hugged each of them in turn. "We enjoyed having you all stay with us! We love you! Safe travels."

Devin climbed aboard the wagon. "Take care, all."

With a jerk and a shudder, the wagon began to move. Imparting a final wave goodbye, the trio set off to the grand manufacturing city of Iceford.

To be continued in part 7, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

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migwayne · 2 years

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what's the scoop?

matt murdock x gender neutral reader : ) definitely didn't write this at midnight after voring ice cream... a bit blurb-y

fluff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11 tell me what you think: )

word count: 721

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"are you eating ice cream at 2 am?" a familiar voice inquired suddenly from behind you, with the slightest hint of mockery in it. of course, it's matt.

"no. why are you here again?" came the nonchalant lie, while you were very much eating ice cream at 2 am. a trip to get a cup of water quickly turned into indulging in a snack you forgot you had, and therefore the irresistible urge took over you, because why not?

"you're the only one who can lie to me without so much as a bat of an eyelid. but you know i can still smell it, right?" matt asked cheekily, that goddamn snarky smile of his just audible in his voice. you heard him step closer, until he rested his forearms on your head, and carefully leaning just a bit too much into it. it was kind of comforting though. "i'm glad we're not enemies, you'd be a scary one."

"you say that, but in fact i am very close to becoming one." you grumbled back to him just before taking in another spoonful of ice cream. "i'm an upstanding citizen, i do what i want inside my own home. you didn't answer my question on the other hand."

"i was close by, and knowing you i just had to make sure you were not causing trouble." god, you wanted to slap off that smirk off his face, you just knew it was there, without even having to look. the weight of his upper body was becoming increasingly more apparent as he kept (what you think he was doing at least) annoying you, not just with his annoyingly attractive voice. you realized a second too late that trying to hit him with the spoon would be futile-- of course, he caught your wrist easily before it could be anywhere near him.

"you're pissing me off in case you haven't noticed, murdock." came the warning through gritted teeth, finally turning your head up towards him. matt just smiled, unbothered and took the spoon in his mouth, savoring the left behind taste of the sugary cream. lying may come as second nature to you, but you couldn't mask the way your heartbeat sped up at the sight of matt up above you, with your spoon in his mouth. averting your gaze quickly the other way didn't help either, as his muscular forearm stood right there, holding him just a little bit closer to you than before. after a few agonizing seconds that felt like several minutes, he handed you back the spoon, very cheekily.

"hm... strawberry cheesecake, right?"

"no." lie. "it's a new one called you're not getting any more of my ice cream, actually."

"good one."

"i know. putting my own little spin on it."

"you should really sleep now you know." came the dreaded advice from him, his head now resting on his crossed arms on top of the back of your couch, leveled next to you. you'd never admit to his face but he was right, you weren't doing yourself any favors when you had to wake up in 4 hours. a few seconds of thinking about what you should do now go by, and before you know it matt has you thrown over his shoulder.

"he-he-HEY what do you think you're doing bozo?!"

"putting you to sleep of course." he walked towards your bedroom, his arm gripping your waist to keep steady from your flailing and turning.

"you eat anything else than ice cream? you weigh like a pile of sticks."

"what, you're gonna put me in a chokehold till i pass out?" you spat back to him, deciding to ignore his last question.

"if that's what you want, sure."

"that's not what i said!!"

"you didn't have to." came his last goddamn cheeky reply before he gently dropped you in the bed, his smile now simply sincere rather than the one that pisses you off so much.

"sleep. i'll buy you breakfast in the morning."

"fine... but i'm not sleeping because you told me to. it's a decision formed by my own free will." you told him before burying your head in the pillows. you could still sense him squatting down to your level and a peck on your nose before sleep took slowly over you.

" course it is."

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hypmicdaydreams · 2 years

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voice messages from afar w/ samatoki

-genre: fluff

-pairing: samatoki aohitsugi x gn!reader

-word count: 1.1k

"hey," a gruff voice resonates from your phone, the all too familiar voice of your boyfriend speaking, ha, he really wasn't all the best with intros, you can tell from the slight awkwardness in his tone. or perhaps he wasn't too keen on speaking into his phone amidst the emptiness of his hotel room. such an image was a tad entertaining the more you thought about it, really.

"just wanted to check up on ya, makin' sure you haven't died off without me there." you can't help but roll your eyes. you could do just fine without samatoki of course. you were thriving after all, kept busy by your work and the occasional sit-ins at the nearest cute café. and asides from the bouts of lonliness and touch-starvedness you felt, especially when you badly missed that dork's touch and warmth, you were doing just fine.

"you better be takin' care of yourself! i know how you like to just keep working and shit. you're too absorbed with it, i'm telling ya'!" damn, he caught you red-handed. you can't help but laugh, feeling a tad flustered at how well samatoki knew you and maybe a touch guilty for making him a little worried. well, it's not as if there was much else to do these days; being too concentrated on work certainly did give you a chance to stop thinking about your boyfriend and how much you missed him, deeply so. it came with its benefits, i suppose.

"you're eating the meals i prepped, right?" sigh, such a worrywart this guy. he certainly had prepared a few meals or recipes, knowing well how you probably wouldn't be cooking yourself, whether because you were busy or a bit lazy that day. that and, well, perhaps samatoki could be just a tad overbearing when it came to those he loved. you can't really complain too much though; his meals truly were delicious and warm, even after being heated up in that small microwave of yours. they still maintained that homecooked scent and taste, the perfect remedy after a long tiring day of chores and whatnot; your heart felt at ease and happy, able to smile and feel too warm inside thinking about samatoki. it did remind you of him. "i swear y/n don't make me come over there and kick your ass."

well, at least you could see him then.

you hear a tired sigh, one that makes the hair on your neck rise, as if you could feel his very breath right there on your skin. you didn't know until then just how much you had truly missed him, missed hearing his breaths as he laid right beside you in bed, a lullaby of your own; perhaps you were touch-starved after all. samatoki truly did seem exhausted, however, even when he wouldn't admit that, even to himself.

"i'll be back soon. finals are in a few days, so we just gotta watch that and then take care of some shit. but we'll see each other soon, alright?" ah, that made your heart skip a beat, almost immediately joyous at the thought of being in his arms soon. only being able to see him across the tv screen really wasn't all much. "can't have ya missin' me too much." mm, a bit too late for that, maybe (and you could see his irritating smug smirk from all the way in yokohama).

"it's gettin' late over here, and i gotta wake up early tomorrow. don't go to bed late, ya hear? your body needs proper rest too y'know." man, at times, your boyfriend did sound a bit like a nagging parent, though i suppose it's all for the best. he was simply worried about your health, after all, and your tendency to, well, ignore that, to put it lightly. it wasn't your fault though; you simply got too absorbed in things from time-to-time, and the result of that was that you often neglected your wellbeing. you were only human after all.

well, hearing samatoki openly care for you certainly had you feeling all warm inside, even as the cool night air blew through the room. what an odd sensation, the feeling of cool air on your heated skin, yet oddly comforting in a sense.

"good night," you hear the shuffling of sheets and a flick of a switch, "and try to go to bed early, alright?" he reiterates. "i know you're probably listening to this at two in the mornin'."

your eyes unconciously flick to the time glowing at the top of your screen; guilty as charged.

"but try to sleep soon, alright? 'm sure you got a long day ahead tomorrow. and i don't need to hear about how you knocked out at your desk."

you huff, as if he would be able to see you, at his words. you knew samatoki was right: you needed to sleep. but the day was so short and the night was so long, the only time you had off to yourself. you wanted to relish it for as long as you can, though i suppose a drawback of that was that you were too emotional and caught up over how you missed your boyfriend. perhaps it was the best to go to bed right now, before you ended up having itches all over, the need to hug samatoki or feel his warmth at that very instance. his shirts were beginning to lose his smell and warmth, you couldn't help but whine as you pulled them out of the dryer one morning.

gosh how you wanted battle season to end already, as entertaining as it was.

"anyway, i'll check up on ya' tomorrow as well." you feel a small smile coming on, happy of course to know that you'd hear him again soon. you haven't been able to call much these days, samatoki too busy from giving it his all in the battles. and texts simply didn't suffice, didn't hold that same tone to them as did with calls. ah if only the two of you could video chat, though your schedules rarely aligned as is. a shame, truly.

"get some sleep, and-"

it cuts off abruptly, you sighing knowing that samatoki must've accidentally stopped the recording at the slip of his finger. damn were you really anticipating his next words, knowing the effect they'd have on you this late (or well, early i should say), making you that much more touched and emotional. mm, it was probably for the best, maybe, or so you tried telling yourself. it was time to get some rest after all.

for that night, you fell asleep to the sound of samatoki's voice. you could feel a lingering sense of his warmth right beside you on the bed, the most comfortable sleep you've gotten in weeks.

#hypmic #samatoki aohitsugi #samatoki x reader #fluff #gender neutral reader #fic #this was rathed spontaneous if you will #mm hope you enjoyy regardless #have with other characters aa well (cough ichiro cough) if you guys wanna see them or any other hcs/fics ive written in my free time)#was supposed to be hcs with mtc. but samatokis got too long so lmao #hope this was in character ahh #feel like this was rough lmao #anywayyy its back to the void for me #whoshhh #can you tell im sleep deprived rn

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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The Strip Club - Cillian Murphy X Female OC

A/N - Set in 2010, and I've used fictional names for his wife/children

A night out with his brother and closest friends doesn't end the way Cillian expects it to.

Warning - Smut

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone

"I'm really not up for this Pad, can't we just go for a beer at the Anchor instead?" Cillian complained to his younger brother.

"You haven't been out with us in months, Dermot has had this all planned out for ages Cill, come on!" He rolled his eyes, knowing he couldn't get out of it, no matter what he said. Pulling his boots on, the two of them left the house, getting into the waiting taxi outside.

Walking into the strip club via the VIP entrance at the back, Cillian kept his head low and his brother and friends close around him so as not to be seen. Last thing he needed was photos in the press of him coming here!

"We're here for The Secret Show? Booked under Padraig Murphy?" Paddy told the bouncer, who checked everyone's ID and led them through a curtained off section at the back of the club. No cameras, no members of the public, completely private.

The boys sat around the stage area, a waitress coming over to take their drinks order. Once she returned with them, the lights dimmed and the music from the movie Burlesque began to play through the speakers. A single spotlight on a stool on the stage.

Cillian could feel his cheeks burning, he genuinely had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. He'd never been to a place like this, had always avoided them like the plague. The idea of a stripper had never appealed to him. Someone he'd never met, stripping to her underwear to please him and his drunk friends and even more cringe-worthy, his little brother, was not something he was remotely interested in.

The dancer came out, swaying her hips as she walked to the stool. Perching herself on it, legs crossed. Dressed in a black corset, short black skirt, fishnet stockings, black stiletto heels, and a black masquerade mask covering the top half of her face. Her long, silky brown hair flowing loosely down her back.

She was beautiful, there was no mistaking it. Cillian spotted Paddy nudging Dermot and whispering something in his ear and rolled his eyes. Probably something incredibly inappropriate about the young girl in front of them. He couldn't help feel sorry for her - lecherous old men creeping all over her as she danced for them, throwing money at her like she was a cheap prostitute...

The routine began. Cillian remained stoic, arms folded across his chest while the other lads cheered, louder each time an item of clothing was sexily removed from her lithe body. Her heels had been kicked off, her stockings slowly moving down her thighs, he couldn't watch any more. Standing, he made his way over to the bar to order another Guinness.

"I'd have thought you'd be over there enjoying the show with your friends?" A familiar voice from behind the bar startled him.

"Kate?"

"Long time no see," she smiled.

"Wow! Last person I expected to bump into tonight, how are you?"

"I'm okay, I see you're doing pretty well too." He nodded, his latest film, Inception, had been a box office smash. Professionally, at least, he could say he was doing well.

"Yeah, I guess so." His head lowered slightly, as Kate placed his pint in front of him.

"You guess? You okay?"

"What? Oh yeah, yeah I'm fine. Although, no disrespect? Kinda wish I was anywhere but here right now!" He chuckled. Kate smirked.

"I get off in 20minutes, fancy a walk?"

"You know what, I'll take you up on that Kate. I'll meet you outside?"

"Deal."

Thirty minutes later, after Cillian had made his excuses to his brother, he was smoking a cigarette walking along the canal with Kate at his side.

"Did you travel the world like you planned after school?" He asked, stubbing the cigarette out on the floor.

"I did, a full year of travelling before I went to university."

"Where did you go?" She told him about Australia, backpacking across Vietnam and Thailand, before heading to California for three months on a work visa.

"It was amazing. Truly wonderful. I met some great people over there. But all good things must come to an end, right?" She looked at him, and quickly looked away.

"I couldn't stand in the way of you living your dream Kate, you know that. We ended on grand terms though, right?" She linked her arm through his and squeezed it.

"We did. Promised we'd stay in touch though didn't we..."

"Yeah, I admit that was my fault. Tanya wasn't overly keen on you was she?" His ex wife. Or soon to be ex, anyway.

"I'm sorry about what happened Cill. Are you okay?"

"I'm getting there, you know? If she'd rather fuck her friend's husband instead of her own, then so be it," he smiled as much as he could.

"Well if it's any consolation, she's clearly lost her mind." She squeezed his arm again, and he found himself moving it so it was wrapped over her shoulders. He could feel her shivering and pulled her a little tighter against him.

They approached a small apartment block around 100yards further down the canal, and Kate dug her keys out of her handbag.

"Thanks for walking me home. It was good to see you again," she smiled, unhooking herself from him.

"Maybe I could - " he was interrupted by the door opening, and a younger girl stood in the doorway with a toddler in her arms.

"I'm so sorry Kate, I gave her Calpol an hour ago but I couldn't get her to settle..."

"Hey it's okay, I'll take her now. Get yourself home sis, I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" The young girl nodded, before nodding at Cillian and heading off down the street.

"Liane grew up!" Cillian laughed. The last time he'd seen her she'd still been in primary school. "And who's this little one?" He reached for the toddlers hand, grinning when she took his little finger and squeezed it.

"This is my daughter, Lily."

"Well Lily, you've certainly got your mama's eyes, haven't you?" Cillian glanced quickly at Kate's left hand.

"Her Dad isn't around Cill, I'm not married." He bent his head down. Busted.

"Then am I allowed in for a coffee at least?"

"If you don't mind sharing me with a teething baby, then yes, you can come in!" Kate led him through and fetched the teething granules from the cupboard and a teething ring from the freezer. Cillian offered to take Lily while she prepped a cup of warm milk for her.

Seeing him bounce her on his arm made her smile.

"Reminds me of Jack and Niamh when they were teething. Had to be moving around, constantly needed distraction. You okay if I take her a walk around after? See if I still have the magic touch?"

Kate nodded, and took her back to give her the nurofen, teething granules, followed by her sippy cup of warm milk. Once she'd finished, Cillian offered his arms out for her. She reached up for him, surprising Kate as she normally shied away from strangers, and off they went around the apartment. She watched from a distance as he took her around, showing her the ornaments on the window ledge, her reflection in the mirror, bouncing her up and down as she giggled lightly.

After around fifteen minutes, he made his way over to the radio in the kitchen, fiddling with the buttons before he found the station he was looking for. Soft, gentle classical music played through the speakers. He turned the volume down so it was barely audible, and leaned Lily into his shoulder, rocking her side to side gently. She nuzzled into his neck, Kate watching, smiling, as her baby's eyes grew heavier. She could feel past feelings coming back as she watched them. As much as she'd pretended losing him when he left University to pursue his acting career was fine and she had gotten over it, she never had. And now, bumping into him again all these years later, those feelings were coming back with some force.

Lily was snoring gently in his arms now, and Kate gently took her from him. Taking her into a small room at the back of the apartment. Coming out ten minutes later and closing the door as quietly as possible.

"I'd say you still have it Cill," she laughed, switching the baby monitor on in the corner of the living room where he sat on the sofa, two glasses of red wine in front of him. "You read my mind."

She sat next to him, clinking her glass with his.

"Did you meet her Dad while you were travelling?" He asked, after taking a sip.

"Yeah.. he erm.. he died not long ago. Cancer."

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh Kate that's awful..."

"No it's okay.. it was just a brief fling you know, we weren't together or anything. But it's sad for her. She'll never have that father figure. Just me and her against the world now." She felt his fingers brush her hair out of her face and gently down her cheek. Turning to him, she put her glass down on the table and turned to face him. He placed his down too, and moved closer.

Their faces centimetres apart, she could feel his warm breath against her own.

"I should probably go..."

"Again?" She whispered. She didn't want him to leave her again, as much as he had no intention of actually leaving. Their lips met, a kiss that was fifteen years overdue.

"I haven't spent a day not thinking about you, Kate..." He smiled, pulling away.

"You mean that, or are you just looking to get your end away?"

"Which is why I'm going to kiss you now, and go home. But I want to see you again. If I can?"

"And what if I don't want you to go home..." She kissed him again, this time straddling her legs over his thighs on the sofa. Even if this was a one night stand for him, she needed him, and he wasn't getting away this time.

"Then I'm not going home." His hips rose to meet hers, gyrating over his erection under his jeans, both of them removing each others clothes in record time until they were left in just their underwear.

"My god, you're incredible... Let me taste you..." He flipped her onto her back on the sofa, spreading her legs and placing gentle kisses along the inside of her thighs. His fingers teasing against her underwear, softly caressing her mound, before sliding a finger inside and groaning at how wet she was already.

"Cillian please...." She almost whimpered underneath him, her hips squirming against his lips and fingers. He pulled her underwear down her legs, and unceremoniously threw them across the room before moving his lips to her open slit, drawing his tongue slowly up and down her folds. Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling the cry of ecstacy within it so as not to wake Lily.

"You need to be quiet, you're not going to want me to stop once I've started Kate..." He smirked, before attacking her clit with his mouth, drawing it between his lips, rolling his tongue over it, increasing the pressure. His fingers pressing into her thighs, surely leaving bruises, as his mouth worked magic on her, her hips rocking against him.

"Oh god... That's so good, please don't stop..." Her words coming out in breathy little moans as her orgasm built quickly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him where she needed him. Two fingers suddenly entered her, making her gasp as they found the small bundle of nerves deep inside her, pushing and rubbing against it hard, matching his motions against her clit. Suddenly his mouth was off her, his fingers pumping into her, the palm of his hand pressed against her clit now as he moved his body up, his lips now pressed to hers. The taste of herself on him turned her on further, and she could feel herself letting go.

"Cum for me..." He whispered in her ear, sending her over the edge with a small cry into his shoulder, her body writhing against him. His fingers removed, replaced with his now solid cock as it pushed inside her quickly, picking up the same pace his hands were, hard and fast thrusts as he hooked her leg up under his elbow, forcing himself deeper.

Her nails scraped over his shoulders as she buried her face into his neck, frantic thrusts against each other, fifteen years of buried feelings coming out of them with a force that took her breath away.

"Yes... God yes..." Her moans into his neck drove him wild, her walls contracting around him pushing him closer. He could feel another orgasm building inside her, and angled his thrusts to hit that magical spot inside her perfectly.

"I'm so close Kate... So fucking close, you feel so good around me..."

"Cum inside me Cillian, please..." He grunted against her ear, nibbling on it gently as his hips pounded into her relentlessly now. Reaching his high, he flooded her, spilling inside her with a deep groan into her neck, sending her into her second orgasm, her legs wrapping tightly around his back pulling him even deeper inside her as she felt his cock pulsate, emptying into her.

He rested his forehead against hers, both of them panting, smiles forming as they looked into each others eyes.

"You're on the pill, right?" He chuckled, coming back to his senses.

"No." He lifted his head quickly.

"What?" She started to giggle, grinning at him.

"I'm on the coil, you're fine, don't worry!" He rested his head back into her neck, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Good to hear. I think three kids between us is enough for now, don't you?"

"What do you mean, for now?"

"I made the biggest mistake of my life leaving you Kate, I'm not planning on doing it again," his lips gently kissed the side of her neck, running the tip of his nose along her jawline softly.

He pulled out of her with a groan, taking her hand and leading her into her bedroom - he'd clocked which one it was earlier that evening.

Kate smiled watching him grow hard again, knowing not much sleeping was going to be done once they got in there...

#cillian x oc #cillian x smut #cillian x fem OC #cillian murphy x smut

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sckyie · 3 years

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song: driver’s license by olivia rodrigo

word count: 2.5k

genre + warnings: angst; swearing, fear of driving, reminiscing in old memories

pronouns used: she/her

a/n: this was orignially supposed to just be an imagine inspired by the song, not apart of the song series but it fits too well to not change oikawa’s song. i also wrote this for @kybabi bc i love her :D n e wayz enjoy :) (part 2)

"So here you're going to turn and he'll make you do a parallel park in the street. You remember how to do that right?" Oikawa asked as he guided you to the next turn. As you turn the steering wheel, you spot a crowded curbside.

"No, can you please please park for me? I hate parallel parking," You pleaded.

"Only because you asked so nicely," He teased.

Ever since you told your best friend that you wanted to learn how to drive, Oikawa never let it go whenever you wanted to hang out. Having you drive him around for practice and giving you tips as you went. He's helped you a ton while you drove around, the only issues you had were parallel parking and merging onto the highway.

"Maybe we should try the highway again," Oikawa said after you two switched seats.

"Are you asking for a death wish?" You joked. "I drive too slow and I'm scare to merge into lanes."

"We can practice on smaller freeways if you want," He asks.

"No," You growled.

It was always a terrifying thing to drive on the highway. You always saw those horrid accidents and feared being in one. Oikawa would always put his hand on your thigh as you merged to calm you down. Just having him be there was enough to get you to get onto the highway. All your fears just faded with him beside you.

Just having this intimate driving lesson with him was enough for you. You grew to fall in love in your best friend. A cliché thing, yet you couldn't say anything. Only you and your girl friends knew about your big crush. It was a funny thing, falling for your childhood best friend. Iwaizumi always joked about you doing so but you never admitted to liking Oikawa. What would that do to your friendship?

Today was the day, it was your test day. The scariest thing you anticipated was finally here. The thing you practiced days on end with Oikawa. The thing that could either make or break you. Today, you'd either come out with your license or you'll be walking home.

The nerves crept up your body like spiders leaving a trail of anxiety webs. You bounced you leg as you waited in the lobby looking out for your driving instructor. As your sweaty palms go to check the time, you notice a text message from Oikawa.

butthead: hey! good luck on your test today!

That's what cooled you down. A simple saying of good fortune will help, right? Sure enough, the test was a breeze, minus the parallel parking as it was the one mistake you got. You happily drove home to tell the news to your parents.

"Have you told Tooru yet?" Your mom asked.

"I'll wait until my actual driver license to prove to him I got it," You smiled.

"You like him don't you?" Your mom gestured to the joy on your face. "I can tell."

"No," You looked away from your mom as she raised her eyebrow. "Okay, maybe but you can't say anything. I'm going to my room now." She chuckled as you dragged you feet to your room.

Two weeks passes and you finally received your license in the mail. You smiled happily down at your new card as you walked outside the school building. You looked up to search for your best friend. Your eyes scanned the courtyard before landing on Iwaizumi. Assuming Oikawa was nearby, you headed towards him.

"Hey Iwa, where's Oiks?" You asked. Iwaizumi raised up his hand and pointed across to the gate. You looked over to find Oikawa talking to Kasumi, a classmate of yours.

"He's asking her to go on a date with him again," Iwaizumi says.

Again? He's done it before?

"Are they dating?" You ask.

"Not yet, Oikawa wants to ask her to be his girlfriend on the date," Iwa explains. "What's that?" He points to your hands as you fiddled with the corner of your driver's license.

"Oh," You said solemnly. "I got my license."

You waved goodbye to your childhood friend before going into he parking lot. Without thinking, you started the car and just began to drive. Out of the school and onto who knows where. Your mind grew blank as you drove.

How could he not mention Kasumi to you? He used to tell you everything but lately he'd been so distant. Maybe that's why he hasn't texted you all week, you thought. Who could blame him for liking Kasumi? She's so pretty and not to mention how smart she is. She's the class representative and she's one of the nicest girls around.

You fell for the one man you shouldn't have. It was too late to even confess how you felt. He was already falling for another while you were left behind. You felt a sharp pain in your chest as you drove by familiar buildings.

The laundromat where you and Oikawa would go to help with the laundry. You both would end up messing around and your parents would have to kick you two out. You and Oikawa would go across the street to the convenience store to buy steamed buns.

He doesn't like you.

The library where you would wait for Oikawa to finish practice so you two could study together. He'd bring you a bottle of tea and some sort of snack to keep you from burning out. Those study dates where you'd stay until the library was closed.

Give up, stop thinking of him.

The ramen restaurant where Oikawa would take you if he won a game. It was a great celebration and you two had made so many memories there. You two had gone there so often, he convinced the owner that you were his girlfriend.

Let him go.

All the feelings you had for him began to ache in your heart as you reminisced in the memories. You gripped tighter on the wheel as you saw an highway exit. "Fuck," You whispered as you merged into the fast lane. Suddenly all those fears you had of driving, just disappeared. You felt this peace as your eyes locked on the long highway. It was like, nothing hurt anymore. Your tensed shoulders relaxed, yet you felt tears roll down your cheeks. You took deep breaths as you drove attempting to stop your tears.

Soon enough, driving on the highway had shifted from a phobia to an escape. Everyday after school, rather than meeting up with Oikawa and Iwaizumi before practice, you'd drive on the highway and on backroads. It was the only thing that kept you sane when you see Kasumi with Oikawa together.

You became accustomed to the fast pace of the highways. Occasionally you'd speed if you felt some type of pain grow in your chest. You'd blast music to drown out any thoughts or feelings you had. You knew Oikawa could never be yours, so why bother crying over him, right? The thought of being around him began to make you uncomfortable. If you kept your distance, you wouldn't get hurt. You wouldn't be considered a distraction.

butthead: hey?

you: what's up?

butthead: it's been a while since i've seen you :( i miss my best friend

you: are you sure you mean to text me or iwa?

butthead: you, y/n i miss hanging with you

butthead: you didn't come to the restaurant after our game

you: i was busy, sorry

butthead: :(

you: i gotta go, ill talk to you later

Oikawa sighed at his phone and looked across the table to Iwaizumi. "Have you talked to Y/n lately?" He asked.

"Yeah, she borrowed gas money from me," Iwa says before slurping his noodles.

"Gas money? She got her license?" Oikawa tilts his head. "How long has it been?"

"A month? You got caught up with Kasumi," Iwaizumi says.

"Hmph," Oikawa huffed as he sipped his drink. He'd been spending so much time with Kasumi that he forgot about you. Or was it, you started to forget about him? He glances at the window behind Iwa and noticed a familiar car parking.

You parked your car across the street of the restaurant next to a convenience store. You quickly got out and went into the store looking for something to drink. As you began to scan the fridge, you heard the door open. "Y/n?" You turned to find Oikawa.

"What are you doing here?" You turned back to grab a soda.

"Iwa came to eat with me since you didn't make it," Oikawa says. "He's still there, did you want to join us?"

"No thanks, I'm kinda busy at the moment," You say dully. Oikawa goes to speak but you had already walked to go pay for your drink. "Later Oikawa."

"Oikawa?" He watched as you left the store and into your car. He follows suit and watched you speed off. Oikawa quickly makes his way back to the restaurant and seats himself disgruntled. "Y/n called me Oikawa..."

"That's your name isn't it?" Iwaizumi raised his eyebrow.

"She always calls me Oiks or Ru, never Oikawa," He says. "Did I do something wrong?"

Iwaizumi shrugged even though he knew the answer well enough. After Oikawa had asked Kasumi to be his girlfriend, your demeanor had changed. Iwa was the first to notice too. Typically, after school you'd see the duo before practice started, yet since you learnt Oikawa had eyes for another, you stopped.

One day, Iwaizumi decided to follow after you when school was over. He trailed behind as you walked to your car door. You pulled open the door handle only for Iwa to shut the door immediately after. You turned to find Iwaizumi with scrunched eyebrows. "What's wrong with you?" He asked. "Why haven't you came by before practice?"

"No reason, I'm just busy," You lied.

"Liar, what's wrong?" He asks yet you remained silent. "I won't tell Shittykawa just tell me why you're being so distant...and also why your eyes are always puffy."

You paused before answering, "I'm just...upset with Oikawa...and Kasumi.."

"Do you..?" Iwaizumi implied. You nod and looked at the ground. "What have you been doing since you found out about them?"

"Driving," You sighed. "Just driving...It's keep me off my mind all week. I bear the fact that he looks so happy with her and not...me. God I'm so stupid."

"Don't say that-" Iwa started but you immediately lashed out.

"It's true! I was too late to confess! And I fell for the one boy I can't have!" You felt tears well up in your eyes. "I can't even drive by certain places without getting upset. I take backroads and I avoid them completely. I hate driving by his house but it's the only way to my own. He just treats me like another fucking fan girl! I'm just so stupid for falling for my best friend." Since that day, Iwaizumi kept to his promise. Not word about your feelings were said to Oikawa.

butthead: hey are you busy right now ?

you: no, what's up?

butthead: can you help me with something?

you: depends

butthead: meet me at the library so i can tell you more :)

You locked you phone and tossed it into your passenger's seat. You looked up to see the light change to green, allowing you to speed into the highway. Your hands rested at the bottom of the wheel as you drove. The slow, lo-fi music surrounded your car as you drove which let you get out of your trapped mind.

It was a crazy thought to think that you and Oikawa were so excited to drive together. Yet now all you want to do is drive alone. You turned up the volume of your music as you merged into your neighborhood. You leaned further back into your seat as you were driving around the suburbs. You glance at the white cars lining one street leading to the library. You scoffed at the sight as a repressed memory resurfaced.

"Why do you like white cars so much?" You chuckled.

"Because they look clean and nice? Sorry I don't like your basic silver car," Oikawa raised his hand to block your face.

"I'm basic? Says the one who wants an automatic," You pretend to throw up to mock him.

"For someone who can't drive yet, you talk big," Oikawa pats your head only to be smacked a few seconds late. Oikawa drapes his arm over you as you walked down the street to the library The entire walk was filled with mocking and talking about the future. "Let me teach you how to drive, that way we could go out together more."

You finally arrived at the library, spotting Oikawa before parking the car. He watches as you easily parallel park and is stunned by how casual you are as you drove. You set out and approach him. Oikawa holds out a snack to you but you politely refuse.

"Let's go inside?" He asks. You shrugged and followed him in. Rather than sitting beside him like usual, you sat across from him. You still had those feelings for him but you couldn't stand sitting next to him. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you anticipated his next words. "I was wondering if you could help me with Kasumi?"

Ouch.

"With what?" You ask.

"I want to give her a gift, right?" He starts. "A gift that goes along with me telling her I love her."

He loves her?

Your heart aches but you decide to move past that. "Isn't it a bit early to say I love you?"

"Well, we were long time friends before we started dating and I feel like it's the right time to, y'know?" Oikawa leans forward on the table. "Can you help me find a gift?"

This feels familiar. Helping him find a gift for a girl that isn't you. It seems like anytime he does have a crush he'd come to you for advice. This is the first time that you didn't want to give into his favors.

"No," You sighed.

"No? Wait why not?" He raised his eyebrows at you.

"Because," Say it. "Because I-"

"Because?" Oikawa tilts his head at your response.

"Because I can't keep doing things like this for you," You stood up and began heading for the entrance. Oikawa followed afterwards as he could see the pain in your voice.

"Y/n, talk to me, we haven't talked in forever. Tell me what's wrong," He says as you exit the library. You ignore his voice and reached for your car door. He grabs your arm but you shove him off.

"Would you just- leave me alone?" You snapped. "I don't want to help you, okay?"

"What did I do?" Oikawa was beyond confused at your response.

"I- You- Ugh! Just go away, I don't want to see you!" Your voice cracked as the suppressed feelings began to rise again.

"Why not!" Oikawa grabbed your arm again, this time you weren't able to break free.

"Because I fucking loved you idiot!" You yelled. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you stopped struggling in his hold. Oikawa paused and stared at you in wonder.

"You...loved me?" He asked.

"I still fucking love you! God, I hate you- I just- Let go!" You pulled off him. "I'm leaving. If you try to stop me, I'm never speaking to you again." You wiped your tears as you entered your car. Driving off into the neighborhood, crying at the red lights knowing you could've ruined your whole friendship.

Oikawa watched as you sped off. Those words lingered in his ear as he stared down at his hand where you let go. His mind was lost in thought, how could his best friend love him? Was he that blind that he couldn't see your admiration? "She...loves me?" He thought.

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karlajoyner · 4 years

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Edge of Great (Luke Patterson x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so this is my first imagine on tumblr. I know it’s pretty long but my fingers just kept typing.🙃 Definitely let me know if I should make shorter ones or longer ones or even a series! Also let me know if you guys have any requests or plots that I could write and for who! Finally finally let me know if you like it in a first reader POV or if i should try a third person POV! Oh and if I should post them in a book on wattpad or keep the content strictly on tumblr!!!😁 (Ps. I’ll most likely be adding a song to every chapter whether it goes with the chapter or not!) Check out my last post for more information on my writing.

Warnings: None

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I sat in the studio along with my bandmates tuning my guitar. We were currently waiting on Julie to return from school so we could begin to practice for tonight. Her dad got us a gig playing for a couple of her friends to start a following. Which made a lot of sense when Julie explained it to me. Right after Luke sent me into a frenzie of confusion.

"Hey y/n/n you think you could help me with these lyrics for tonight?" Luke called from the couch. I stood up from my comfortable spot on the chair under the loft and flashed myself onto the spot right next to him.

"Sure Lukey" I said taking his writing journal in my own hands and sitting back to scan over the words.

Y/n- I believe, I believe that we're just one dream

I mumbled hearing Luke start to strum on his six string the melody of the song.

Away from who were mean to be that were standing on the edge of

Y/n, L- Something big something crazy our best days are yet unknown that this moment is ours to own

He joined in.

Y/n- Cause we're standing on the edge of great

L- (On the edge of great)

Y/n- Great

L- (On the edge of great)

Y/n- Great

L- (On the edge of great)

Y/n- Cause we're standing on the edge of

We sang to each other back and forth with smiles plastered on our faces.

Y/n, L- Shout shout. C'mon and let it out, out. C'mon and let it out, out. Don't gotta hide it. Let your colors blind their eyes. Be who you are no compromise. Just shout, shout. C'mon and let it out

We paused running out of lyrics. My mind racing searching for the next line.

Y/n- What doesn't kill you makes you feel alive

I sang softly as he leaned in closer with a smirk plastered on his face.

Y/n, L- Ooh-oh. I believe, I believe that we're just one dream. Away from who we're meant to be. That we're standing on the edge of great

We finished out of breath. My smile grew as Alex and Reggie began to clap.

"That was great"

"Yeah we’re gonna rock Julie's garage tonight" Reggie said making it sound less cool than it actually was.

"Definitely" Luke said standing up.

"Thanks for the help boss" He said sending me a smile.

"Anytime" I grinned before turning around to go take my previous seat to finish tuning my guitar.

"I'm gonna go find Julie and let her know we've got the song ready for tonight thanks to our amazing rhythm guitarist"

"Sounds like a plan" Alex said.

"Don't forget to mention how beautiful I am as well" I teased earning a smirk from Luke.

"I never do baby" He winked at me before disappearing. A small laugh escaped my lips before going back to my guitar.

"So" Alex said catching my attention.

"So?" I repeated looking up at the drummer boy.

"So you and Luke?"

"Me and Luke what?"

"You and Luke are like in love each other"

"We are not. Well I'm not. Can't say the same about pretty boy" I said teasingly.

"Yeah sure you're not. Reggie back me up here. Please tell your best friend that she's totally in love with Luke"

"You're totally in love Luke"

"I am not. Reggie your supposed to have my back"

"And I will. Once you admit you have a thing for Luke" He said smirking at me. I glared at the two boys in front of me who weren't as oblivious as I had thought they were.

"Okay so I have a thing for Luke. So what?"

"So you should tell him"

"Why on earth would I do that?"

"So he can admit he's in love with you too"

"And why would he do that when he's clearly not"

"Seriously? Didn't you see the way he was looking at you when you were singing? It looked like Reggie when he sees pizza"

"Pizza?" Reggie perked up excitedly. "There no pizza" Alex said a frown appearing on the bassist face.

"Just because looks at me a certain way does not mean he loves me"

"Really because last time I checked constantly touching each other means you like each other, constantly flirting means you like each other, and when was the last time you wore one of your own shirts" Alex said pointing at my outfit. I sunk back into my seat. He was right about everything down to one of the many shirts Luke had let me have.

"Come on y/n just admit it after we died something more changed with you two. We all see it. Even Reggie sees it and that's saying something"

"Yeah. So it's not like he's ever gonna say anything. So why should I put myself out there to possibly get rejected and heartbroken by my best friend? I mean how do we even know for sure if he's in love with me. Or even likes me for that matter?"

"We don't. Yet" Alex said smirking.

"Oh that's his thinking face. I haven't seen that since 94" Reggie said backing up slightly.

"I think we're in trouble"

It had been a couple hours after Julie had gotten out of school. Yet her or Luke were nowhere to be found. I groaned walking out of the bathroom in the back of the studio.

"Seriously Alex. This is your great idea"

"No my great idea is to have you and Reggie flirt like there's no tomorrow. This is just small details" He said fixing the fit of the flannel on my body. It was Reggie's lucky flannel that took a lot of convincing to get off his body.

"Okay but why'd I have to change my shirt" I said looking down at my own crop top that I hadn't worn in a very long time.

"Because it was Luke's. We need him to think that you don't need his clothes anymore"

"Why did I let you drag me into this?"

"Because deep down you want him to say something about it don't you?"

"Well yeah but-"

"Hey guys!" A familiar voice popped into the garage.

"Luke" I spoke pushing Alex away from me.

"Hey man what happened to practice?" Alex asked casually.

"Julie had some stuff to do after school so I went along. But she's on her way so we should get a few runs in-" His words slowly came to a halt sending me a strange look.

"Isn't that Reggies lucky flannel?"

"Uh yeah. He let me barrow it. For good luck. Here's your shirt back by the way. I don't think I'll need it anymore" I said trying to hand him back the shirt I was wearing previously.

"You know you don't have to give it back. It's yours" His lips simpered.

"I know but Reggie said if I needed to I could just barrow his"

"Oh" was all Luke before taking the shirt out of my hands.

Suddenly the garage door opened and in walked Julie.

"Hey guys" She smiled.

"Ready for tonight?"

"Definitely"

"Flynn's coming over before to help me get ready. Girl time?" Julie asked looking at me.

"I'll be there" I smiled.

"So are we ready to rehearse?"

"Where's Reggie?"

"He went out said he would be back in a bit"

As if on cue the other ghost popped in with a smile on his face.

"Luke" He said his eyes going wide.

"Your back"

"Yeah I am. Who are the flowers for?" Luke asked eyeing the bouquet of roses in his hand.

"They’re for y/n. You know she deserves the best" Reggie said nervously sticking his hand out for me.

"Thanks Reggie" I smiled lightly.

"She also deserves her favorite flowers. Sunflowers in case you were wondering"

"Luke" I scolded him taking the bouquet.

"I think it's a sweet gesture Reggie. Seriously thank you"

"Your welcome" He smiled pulling me into a light hug.

"I think we should rehearse before it gets any later" Alex suggested trying to ease the now very notable tension in the room.

"Sounds good" Julie said awkwardly stepping past Reggie and Luke who were standing a few feet apart. I looked at Alex who gave me a small nod.

"Uh Reggie can you come here for a sec I need your help" I said pulling him away to my guitar stand. I placed strap around my body waiting for the brunette to turn his attention to me.

"Uh sure. Cutie?" He spoke in a questionable tone before looking down at me.

"You need his help with guitar?" Luke asked clearly confused.

"Well yeah"

"But I always help you with guitar" "He offered earlier if I needed help to come to him"

"Yeah. I did that" Reggie said trying to act tough.

"Whatever" Luke scoffed.

I watched as he swung his guitar around his shoulder aggressively. I glanced at Julie who was sending me a confused look so I quickly shrugged my shoulder not knowing what else to do.

It was mere minutes before we were heading out to perform. The tension in the air was now overpowered by excitement.

"I'm so nervous" I said bouncing my leg up and down anxiously.

Suddenly I felt a hand land on it stopping my movements. I looked up to see Luke smiling down at me.

"Don't be nervous your gonna do amazing out there"

"Thanks" I smiled back.

"Yeah. Your always amazing. Did I mention you look beautiful tonight? Wearing my flannel. My lucky flannel" Reggie said with a pestering smile as he swung an arm around my shoulder.

"We get it. It's your flannel" Luke interrupted immediately removing his hand from my leg. I looked at Alex who was stifling a laugh.

"Uh thanks Reg. You look good too"

"Oh I know. And I'm gonna look better singing up there with you. It'll be like old times. You and me. And a microphone"

"You and me. And a microphone" Luke mimicked him. I almost laughed only to be startled by someone walking in.

"Hey guys are you ready?"

"Ready as we'll ever be" I spoke. Julie simply nodded her head walking out.

I stood up pacing around as I heard Julie begin the opening notes on the piano outside.

"Hey your gonna do great out there" Luke said stopping me from walking anymore.

"Thanks. You are too. You and Julie have great chemistry"

"Well yeah. But I think we have great chemistry too" He said taking my hands in his.

I finally looked into his eyes see him staring into mine in. A small smile forming on my face.

"Guys!" Alex called knocking us out of our trance. I panicked immediately flashing outside with Luke. Landing beside Reggie with my guitar at hand. Luke only a few feet away in his own place.

J- I believe

I believe that we're just one dream

Away from who we're meant to be

That we're standing on the edge of

Y/n- Something big, something crazy

Our best days are yet unknown

That this moment is ours to own

I joined in singing into Reggies microphone beaming with excitement. I scanned the crowd seeing smiles on people faces. This is all we ever wanted.

J- Cause we're standing on the edge of great

All- (On the edge of great)

J- Great

All- (On the edge of great)

J- Great

All- (On the edge of great)

J- 'Cause we're standing on the edge of great

L- We all make mistakes

But they're just stepping stones

To take us where we wanna go

It's never straight, no

Luke sang sending me a wink before continuing to sing with Julie.

L,J- Sometimes we gotta lean

Lean on someone else

To get a little help

I giggled as Reggie leaned on me. Back to back. Both of us playing our guitars to the same beat.

J- Until we find our way

I believe

I believe that we're just one dream

Away from who we're meant to be

That we're standing on the edge of

Y/n- Something big, something crazy

Our best days are yet unknown

That this moment is ours to own

J- Cause we're standing on the edge of great

All- (On the edge of great)

J- Great

All- (On the edge of great)

J- Great

All- (On the edge of great)

J- 'Cause we're standing on the edge of...

J- Shout, shout

C'mon and let it out, out

Don't gotta hide it

Let your colors blind their eyes

Be who you are no compromise

My heart rate picked up. The scene from earlier replaying in my head as Julie sang the next lines. Taking a chance I looked in Luke's direction to see him already looking at me with a grin on his face. I smirked walking over to the piano.

J- And Just shout, shout

C'mon and let it out, out

J, Y/n- What doesn't kill you makes you feel alive

Ooh-oh

J- I believe

Julie sang as Luke and I let off a similar guitar riff making me laugh.

I believe that we're just one dream

Away from who we're meant to be

That we're standing on the edge of great

Making my way over to Luke I let out a giggle as I pulled his beanie down slightly messing up his look. Before making my over back to Reggie. I looked back at the brunette to see him grinning from ear to ear.

All- Something big, something crazy

Our best days are yet unknown

That this moment is ours to own

Cause we're standing on the edge of great

(On the edge of great)

J- On the edge of great

All- (Great, on the edge of great) On the edge

All- (Great, on the edge of great)

J- 'Cause we're standing on the edge of...

L- Running from the past

Y/n- Tripping on the now

J- What is lost can be found

It's obvious

Luke, Julie, and I finished singing towards the audience.

Making eye contact with a few kids before flashing out myself back into the garage where Alex and Reggie were already waiting. Adrenaline coursing through our veins as another presence poofed into the room.

"That was amazing!" Luke shouted excitedly.

"I can't believe we just did that. Did you see how pumped they were?" I asked falling back onto the couch besides Reggie.

"Yeah. They loved us!" "Remind me to thank Julie for playing our CD later"

"Tonight it's her garage tomorrow it's- it's clubs, dances, and worldwide tours" Luke said eagerly. Taking the free spot to my left.

"God I wish we could feel like this all the time" I said leaning into Luke.

"Me too y/n/n" He said placing an arm around me. A sudden fake cough erupting from Alex's lips. I looked over to see him staring at me with a look.

"Oh uh- Reggie you were great out there" I complimented the boy sitting up.

"Thanks. You uh- you looked hot" He tried to sound cool but failed miserably.

"You think?"

"Oh yeah- I mean the sweat on your forehead and like the heat and-"

"What are you going on about?" Luke asked confusion plastering itself on his face.

"I think what he means is y/n is attractive. Right Reggie?" Alex asked.

"No, no don't answer for him. Reggie be straight with me do you like y/n or not?" Luke asked standing up.

"Why does it matter if I do or don't?" Reggie questioned standing up as well.

"Because you out of everyone know that I like her so why are you letting her wear your clothes, buying her flowers, and calling her hot. I thought I made it clear she was off limits" Luke said my mouth widening in shock.

"I'm off limits?" I asked looking at him.

"How many people did you make it clear to that I was off limits?" I asked not really wanting an answer I was expecting.

"A few"

"A few? Micheal Brookes?" I asked remembering a guy I began to talk to at the beginning of our senior year who randomly stopped talking to me one day. I watched as his head dipped in a short nod.

"Jacob Miller?" I continued watching his nod once again.

"Grant Dean?" Nod.

"Nick Harper?" Nod.

"Derek Johnson?" Nod.

"Seriously Luke? Your the reason I never had a boyfriend my senior year. To make it worse I died a virgin. You asshole" I shouted standing up. I was fuming at this point. He had no right. And he still did it. My head whipped towards the garage door heading it creak open.

"Hey guys" Julie and Flynn smiled walking it.

"You guys did great out there" Flynn said happily. Julie immediately noticing the tension in the room and the frown upon my lips.

"Are you okay y/n?"

"I don't know why don't you ask Luke?" I spoke before flashing out.

I landed in the only place I could think of. A single tear escaped my eye as I sat on the marquee of the Orpheum. Our dream. His dream. I stared out onto the lit up street of Sunset Boulevard. If he didn't want me seeing anyone he could've said something. For the longest time I wondered why guys were such assholes. It wasn't them. It was Luke. It was always Luke.

"I know your mad" I heard his voice speak from behind me.

"I think I'm beyond mad Luke. How could you?" I asked standing up and turning towards him.

"I came crying to you all those times wondering why guys didn't want me. And-and you made me think that it was all me when it was really you. Telling them to back off. Why? Why would you do this to me?"

"Because-" He was at a loss for words. Looking like a kicked puppy.

"I-I wanted you" He finally spoke up.

"You what?"

"I wanted you" He spoke more confidently.

"I wanted you to myself. I- I every time you came and told me you were talking to someone new it hurt because I know it should've been me who asked you out. Who got the courage to just tell you that I-" He went silent the anger in me evaporating in a matter of seconds.

"That you what?" I asked quietly.

"That I love you. I know I'm late but I can't hold it in anymore. After seeing you and Reggie today I got jealous just like I used to back in high school. I know this'll probably ruin our friendship but I don't want to lose you so I really need you to say something right now before I go insane not hearing your beautiful voice" He finished off finally looking at me. The look in his eyes was as hurt. And I wanted to be mad. But I couldn't be. Not when he just admitted what I had been wanting to hear for so long.

"Your 25 years late. But I think we have an eternity to make up for that" I said his eyebrows flying up in surprise.

"Really?"

"You really think I wanted to wear my own shirt today Patterson? Alex told me that if I kept wearing your clothes I'd only fall deeper in love you" I spoke a smile reaching both our face.

He quickly made his way towards me. Leaning forward until his lips attached themselves onto mine. I giggled as he lifted me in his arms holding me close. Our lips molding perfectly like they were made for each other.

"This isn't real" He whispered putting me down.

"Your mine. God your mine" He mumbled pressing open mouth kisses down my neck before connecting his lips back to mine.

"It's definitely real Lukey"

"I love it when you call me that" He mumbled into my lips.

"Don't get all soft on me now Patterson" I laughed pulling away.

"I'm sorry for what I did before I really am. For making you upset and I'm gonna spend an eternity making it up to you"

"It's okay Luke. It's in the past now. I just would've preferred if you would've not scared away every guy that tried to talk to me"

"I promise I'll never hurt you like that again" He said holding me close by the waist. As I began to suck on his neck to begin leaving a hickey.

"And I promise you won't be a virgin for much longer" He whispered reattaching our lips again.

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one-sad-human · 3 years

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•Puppy Love• Duff Mckagan

Pairing: Duff Mckagan x Reader

Requested? Yes, but sadly I can’t find who did so I’m sorry

Theme: Fluff

Warnings: Some language

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: —

"Duff! Welcome home," you say while happily smiling at your boyfriend. He tries to smile back, but the bags under his eyes just make the effort look pathetic. "I made dinner."

"Thanks. It's late, why aren't you sleeping?" He kisses your forehead lightly before taking off his leather jacket. He's right, it's already nearing four in the morning.

"I wanted to wait up for you. We haven't been together too much lately." He grimaces.

"I know, I'm sorry." You give him a sympathetic smile and shake your head.

"No need to apologize, I get it."

Duff has been recording a lot more lately. Axl has been really pushing the boys to release two albums on the same day and it's really stressing them out. Duff has been coming home later and more exhausted every day.

"Let's eat and chill on the couch?" You offer and he nods. You both move to the kitchen to get dinner, then to the living room couch to watch some TV.

"You didn't have to wait for me to eat, ya know," he says. You shrug and blow on your spoonful.

"I wanted to." Silence is only taken over by the re-runs of 'I Love Lucy' for the next ten minutes or so. You giggle at something Lucy did and look over at Duff to see why he didn't laugh, and your eyes land upon a sleeping Duff.

His head is leaned back on the cushion and his mouth is open slightly, his hand still clutching his spoon. You smile sadly at yourself before taking his nearly empty plate and putting in on the coffee table, making a mental note to clean it up in the morning.

You grab the soft blanket that hangs from the back of the couch and cover the both of you. You move Duff into a more comfortable sleeping position and cuddle into him, falling asleep quickly.

You wake up slightly confused as Duff wasn't holding you, and you're positive he wasn't going to record today. You sigh and sit up, pushing off the blanket and rubbing remaining sleep from your eyes. You spot a yellow sticky note and grab it.

'Axl called and said to go over to the studio, sorry we couldn't spend the day together. I love you and I'll see you when I get home.

-D'

You run your hand over the familiar handwriting and curse Axl in your head. You had a surprise for Duff, and you were going to go pick it up with him.

Today was the day you were going to pick up Duff's puppy.

Your friend Heather's puppies were finally old enough to be given away. You know Duff has been having a really rough time with Axl being especially overbearing— even if he tries not to show it— but hopefully a new puppy will cheer him up.

You quickly dress up and begin the trip to Heather's small home. The drive was about forty minutes, so you got a few songs in. Once you pull up and get out of the car, you can already see your friend barreling towards you.

She hugs you tightly, she was always very sweet and lovey. Her purple hair is tied up in a very messy bun, but you could've swore it was green when you saw her a few weeks ago.

"I missed you! You need to visit me more, and bring that hot rockstar of yours," she says, her pink lips curving upwards. You giggle and nod.

"Maybe next time, he got stuck in the studio today." She grabs your hand and drags you in her house, already chatting about the next thing. She was always thinking about a hundred different things a second.

Heather shows you all the puppies, a huge grin on her face as she talks. The mama dog was laying on her side while one of her babies pounce and play with her.

"Which one is that?" Heather looks towards the hyper puppy your asking about.

"Oh! That's Butterscotch!" Heather picks up the puppy and hands him over to you. "He has a cute white patch on his belly." You smile and pet the only white patch of fur on the otherwise brown puppy.

"I think he's the one, Heather." Heather grins.

"I knew you'd want Butterscotch!"

The ride home was a little more stressful than you'd care to admit. Butterscotch kept jumping in the passengers seat and barking at anything that moved.

It definitely would've been easier if Duff had come with you like you'd planned. Never the less, you get home in one piece.

You grab the adorable puppy in your arms and walk up to your shared home. The bags filled with things like dog food, a collar, and a leash are forgotten in the car as you excitedly burst through the door.

"Duffles! I'm home!" When there isn't an answer, you look out the window to see if you imagined his car. Definitely there, not loosing it completely yet. "Duff..?"

You walk through the house, the excitable and hyper dog licking your face and trying to escape. You gently push the bedroom door open.

Duff lays fully clothed on the bed, sleeping with his blonde hair like a halo above his head. Suddenly, Butterscotch is the second cutest thing in the room.

The puppy, seeing a brand new person and getting excited, burst through your arms and jumps on the bed.

"Shit! No, come—" But it's too late. Before you can grab him, he jumps onto Duff and licks him awake.

"What the fuck?!" Duff wakes with a start and looks for the culprit. "Y/N?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't think he'd leap out of my arms like that," you say, reaching over to somewhat stop Butterscotch from attacking Duff.

"It's ok, just surprised me," Duff says with a smile that lights up his face. You watch him play with his new puppy, happy to see the dark bags under his eyes have diminished a little. "Who's is he?"

"Yours." He looks up with wide eyes.

"Mine?" You nod and join him on the bed, petting Butterscotch with him.

"His name's Butterscotch. You like him?"

"Like him? Babe, I love him!" Duff plants a kiss on your cheek in thanks. "But I think you meant 'our' dog."

"Fine, I'm glad you love our dog." Butterscotch gets comfortable in between you and Duff, getting some well needed rest after jumping around so much. Duff gives him a scratch behind the ears and you lean over to lay on his shoulder.

"I love you," Duff mumbles before dozing off. You smile to yourself and follow his lead, falling into a dreamless sleep.

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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 19

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Summary+TWs: We're talking serious feelings here, okay? Reader, you're literally emotionally illiterate. You also have PTSD, which is finally addressed - kinda. Bruce does his best. And he also knows how to kiss... But y'all know that if you read my ramblings about lucid dreaming/shifting/whatever... Chile-, anyways...

My phone kept buzzing and I ignored it until Bruce declared it was time to take a break and review the results. Whilst the man was typing up the data on a nearby StarkPad, I fought the sudden influx of messages that I received from haters and supporters alike after Tony decided on tweeting a reply that could be interpreted in an alarming variety of ways. It was a smart move, I'll admit, but a fucking bother for me nonetheless.

Disabling my DMs and dealing with a follower increase in the thousands wasn't hard; I didn't consider myself a problematic asshole and didn't need to be afraid of "exposure". The parties I went to - I doubted there was any blackmail material in there and the few nudes I'd sent over the years were always face-less. As a gen Z, I knew my internet safety.

The trolls didn't bother me either. It was more sad than annoying, people shitting on others for clout. Iron Man stans were witty, at least, if jealous. I must admit I've never considered the influx of popularity I would experience should I publicly out myself as a friend of Tony's. Girlfriend? Intern? Science child? Whatever cover story he was going to feed the press worked for me, as long as I still got the hugs, the kisses, the dick and the attention.

"Tony..." Bruce groaned, evidently done with the data processing, had to have opened his social media to see his own skyrocketing popularity.

"Yeah, our Tony is being a Tony again," I chuckled, having reset my social media settings so my phone wouldn't constantly beep, vibrate and bother me. School was going to be fun.

Bruce shook his head, fond, coming over to my side of the lab after removing his own hazmat suit. His eyes shiny with newfound knowledge and hair turned adorably fluffy in the confines of the head covering. He was smiling softly. "Food?"

"Sure."

We chewed our sandwiches in silence for a moment, each of us lost in our thoughts.

"I still can't believe Tony told everyone on Twitter you're his girlfriend, usually he keeps this stuff private or schedules a fancy press conference," Bruce's tone was thoughtful.

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that what it was? Seemed ambiguous to me..." I trailed off, confused.

"He worded it like that on purpose, I mean, you're still in high school," The scientist was confident in his words. "But I know Tony. I'm a hundred percent sure that he meant exactly that. Aren't you?"

Shock flooded me. Suddenly, I understood I completely misread the situation. "Um, no? I thought we were, y'know, just fucking. We never defined our relationship and we're definitely not exclusive." I said, chewing on my lip. "You make a valid argument, I'm a high school student and he's a grown ass man that does grown man stuff. Putting aside the fact that he could have anybody in the world so why would he choose me?" I was rambling, thinking out loud. Discussing my feelings has never my strong forte. "It would be stupid to impose monogamy on such a complex man like Tony. Downright idiotic to expect a genius to confine to social norms just because it suits others." I finished with a wave of my hand. Another bubble of thought that had festered within me for the longest time. I felt relieved, finally voicing it out loud. A weight had been lifted off my shoulders, a weight I wasn't previously consciously aware of.

Bruce was watching me intently, with an unreadable expression that held the tiniest bit of awe, admiration perhaps. The silence that followed was unnerving. I fidgeted with my hands, not really knowing where to put them or where to look.

"You know," He took off his glasses, fiddling them in his hands. "I'm not going to sugar coat it. For the longest time, I thought you were going to inadvertently hurt him when you get bored with whatever you've got going on. I respect you, don't misunderstand me, but you are young. Now, I've changed my mind. You've changed my mind," He punctuated his statement with his hand on mine, grasping it. "I think you managed to understand him in a way most people can't. Or don't want to. Understand and accept him in a way that some of us can't even after years of working and living side by side with him." Bruce's gentle fingers skimmed along the top of my palm.

"I don't always understand Tony but I do accept him," I agreed. "Because Tony is a great man."

"I think you're in love with him," Bruce said, absolutely having ignored my previous statement. Just like that, point blank, he pushed to the surface the very feelings I got so good at ignoring. There was no rest for me in this place.

My heart fluttered, picking up the pace. I kept my mouth shut, not trusting it whatsoever. My thoughts became akin to panicked hares, jumping and zigzagging aimlessly in my skull. I didn't see the point in defending myself because the scientist had pointed out the obvious.

Bruce looked at me, softly, warmly. "And don't think we haven't noticed the rise in team morale. The improvement not only in communication, but on the battlefield, too. It's easier to entrust your back to someone with whom you've shared a laugh and a drink the previous night. You're the glue that keeps us together."

Something warm and wet was on my cheeks. I stared at our clasped hands, his words echoing in my head over and over and over. The moment I realized I was crying, I willed myself to stop and failed spectacularly - only more salty fluid streamed down, some of it getting in my nose, on my lips. The sleepless nights were making me unstable.

It took a single sniffle for Bruce to pick me up and wrap up in his kind embrace. I didn't resist, tucking my face into the crook of his neck, holding onto the back of his lab coat, inhaling the smell of his skin and chemicals. It was familiar, calming. Minutes ticked by with me slowly leaking the tension out of my body.

"He loves you, too, maybe he just doesn't realize it yet." Bruce whispered into my hair. "I've never seen Tony so happy, even with Pepper. You are special and you are loved."

There was something unsaid, I felt it. It hung in the ear, it burned the tips of my ears, stood sharp on the tip of my tongue. "I love you too, Bwucie-bear," I whispered into the space between his ear and his jaw. His arms tightened around me.

The man placed several chaste kisses in my hair, running a palm over my back. In moments like these, the crush for him, the very crush that got out of control, blossomed fully into a deep sense of respect and admiration. He made me feel safe. He said all the right words at the right time.

Drowsiness overtook me. As usual, any worries and anxieties I had evaporated, once Banner had his arms around me, shielding me from the world. I didn't forbid myself this time: delicately, my hand slipped through the man's soft messy curls, eliciting a contented sigh.

"You haven't been sleeping well," He more stated than asked.

I had no choice but to nod. "Clint keeps dying in my dreams. Or even worse, he doesn't, he just suffers, endlessly, painfully." I admitted.

Bruce flinched under me, tensing. My face was in between his hands in a second, the scientist sternly looking into my eyes. "Why didn't you say anything? All of us assumed you were okay after what happened." He looked - angry. Not Hulk-out pissed but Bruce-pissed, which equalled a kicked-puppy look seasoned with a great pinch of disappointment.

"I am okay." I lied, shamelessly. "It's getting better. That's why I want to have a party - relax a little, dance, socialize. I don't think Tony would let me go on my own so I figured I can convince him to throw one here." I looked away. It was better for everyone if I dealt with my own problems - they were superheroes, not babysitters.

Bruce frowned. "Why wouldn't Tony let you go?"

"Because of that one time I snorted coke," I rolled my eyes at Bruce's naiveté, leaving the less obvious parts unsaid. Tony knew exactly what I was going to do once I got free reign, he considered it destructive and told me so himself. Admittedly, he had a point but still... I wished I'd been given a choice.

"I'll talk to him," Bruce nodded firmly. "That's not acceptable. He can't forbid you from making mistakes and learning from them."

He was met with my shrug. No excitement came from me regarding this particular turn of conversation. I was drained, limbs like jello, thoughts sluggish. My face was drooping.

"Let's get you to bed," Banner stood up with me wrapped around him. "You need a nap."

"No," I protested. If I went to sleep now, only Satan knew at what ungodly hour I would wake up.

"Yes, Princess," Bruce smirked. I wiggled uncomfortably - when he went all caretaker like, my ovaries wreaked havoc on my body and brain. My thoughts weren't appropriate if Bruce wanted me to see him as a father figure. The signals he was sending were mixed. People around me did that a lot and I wasn't sure how to act so I usually just went with the flow. I decided to do the very same thing in that particular moment.

Curiosity sparked within me, tightly interwoven with the deep longing that settled below my collarbones whenever Tony or one of the others wasn't sitting next to me or talking my ear off. I've almost forgotten how it was to be alone with my thoughts. The maze of my very own self was becoming unfamiliar territory. Alarming.

I allowed Bruce to help me shed my shoes and outer layer of clothing, shivering in the coolness of my room. Despite being a frequent visitor, I still had a 'guest' room in the tower - I mostly stayed at Tony's or Wanda's anyways. During our sleepovers neither me nor the witch minded sharing her enormous bed, to be fair, we could have fit at least two more people in it besides us. Tony took care of his own - all the tower's residents had their apartments furnished with the best stuff.

"Sleep now, Princess," Bruce chastised, tucking a blanket around me, having noticed an earbud in my ear and my smartphone in my hand. I had hoped to kill some time online, damn well knowing sleep wouldn't come easy.

"I don't think I can fall asleep, Bruce," I admitted, looking away. There was just so much going on. My brain wouldn't shut up and if I couldn't drown out the cacophony by being productive, I'd troll the internet, as usual.

Banner sighed, coming to sit next to me, leaning against the headboard. Gently running his fingers through my hair, brushing the outside of his palm against my cheek. "How do you usually deal with this?"

Involuntarily, my eyelashes fluttered. "Tony does most of the work," I admitted coyly. The engineer had a whole arsenal of tricks up his sleeve - sexy and exhausting tricks.

"I see," Bruce muttered, thoughtfully.

I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me with a look I haven't seen before. The usual mildly absent, slightly anxious face he wore was replaced by something I could only describe as hurt envy, like a kid looking at their schoolmate who had all the newest, coolest toys. I used to be on the receiving end of that look far too often and I hated it.

I hid my face against his leg, rubbing my cheek on the raspy corduroy fabric of his pants. "Got any good ideas of your own?" I wondered lowly, thinking about what in the world possessed Bruce to wear corduroy trousers on a semi-casual day, in the twenty-first century.

"Only bad ideas," He replied in a matching low tone. His soft fingertips relocated to my nape, goosebumps rising down my back.

"Humour me," I grinned against his leg.

Bruce was quiet for a moment, the sound of his thinking screaming louder than any words could have done. Knowing the scientist so closely, I found out he was full of surprises - bolder than he appeared outwardly and competitive to a boot. He thought he had a lot to prove to himself and by extension, to others. The unknown, the mystery dangling in front of my nose was exhilarating, trepidation addictive. It took me away from the chaos in my mind.

A gentle grasp on my chin had me turning to look upwards, Bruce's face flushed and focused on my own, open and trusting. He needed to see the obvious, that I trusted him to take care of me. He pulled and I followed, sitting up on my elbows, coming up to his shoulder level, our faces inches apart, enveloped in the unique, intense scent of his herbal tea. It was a tart, strong smell and it suited his quiet but passionate character.

Once, twice, I caught my eyes sliding to his plump lips. They looked far too appealing in this position. I usually strategically stayed away from positions so compromising, fearing the very thing that I'd already let happen, however this time the atmosphere was different. We stood on ambiguous grounds, waiting for Bruce to make a decision.

The man wasn't stupid, he saw the way I looked at him. The nightmares and inability to take a break from life put a significant dent in my resolve to keep a distance between us, romantically - I could have settled even for a pity kiss, a pity fuck. Anything to put my brain on pause.

His lips were softer than I had imagined. Skilled, too, he easily steered the kiss into the shallow waters of our combined longing.

With Tony, it was like an avalanche. Tony ran hot like Peterbilt engines, hard and fast, almost angry in his race for satisfaction. Tony was a man that was used to getting whatever he wanted and it became plainly obvious when we fucked.

Bruce was the opposite. He savoured the kiss, losing himself in a way that could almost be described as delicate. Bruce was humming, softly, as we tasted each other, holding the left side of my face with careful fingertips. Almost as if he was afraid to break me. The feel of his skin on mine was soothing in a way that made me sigh and relax even further.

"Wanna make you feel good." His voice had dropped, gone husky, but his breathing held even. He must know all about self-control.

"Yeah," I was ready to agree with whatever the fuck he was offering. My eyelids remained shut.

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SMOKESTACKS | 16, NO MORE SURPRISES

warning: ⚠ domestic abuse ahead ⚠

FOR THE SIXTH TIME IN TWO hours, Nadine's phone blares its annoying ringtone. She could only assume that those calls are coming from the same people she's been avoiding for the past week. Nadine has managed to take the week off of work to avoid seeing Gemma and/or Jax.

Now, she's sat in a bar on a Friday night, sipping on a gin and tonic and bobbing her head to the music playing over the speakers.

She glances at her screen to see the familiar name pop up.

Jackson Teller.

She was in her feelings when she changed his name in her phone and she doesn't see herself changing it back in the near future. Honestly, she doesn't know what to do. It seems impossible to avoid these people considering everywhere she turns, someone associated with the club is in her face.

Of course, her friendship with Lyla was the only constant and based on the fact that the porn star brings up Jax in every one of their conversations, he knows it too. Does she want to just wait it out until they're tired of trying to reach out to her or does she try to make another getaway?

She just got here and she loves her job and her kids and she already can't imagine leaving them.

Guess she'll have to suck it up.

"I really can't tell if you're drunk or just vibing," The voice belongs to a black woman who'd been sitting beside Nadine for the better part of thirty minutes. She has an eyebrow raised and a glass of scotch raised to her lips, "Or both."

Nadine shakes her head in amusement, "Definitely both." Sticking a hand out, she introduces herself, "Nadine."

"Amelia." The woman shakes the teacher's hand, "Why haven't I seen you around before?"

"That is a great question," Nadine jokes as she sips her drink. She's barely tipsy, which is far from where she wants to be. The conversation continues to flow as the woman is drowned out by Nadine's phone blaring obnoxiously for the third time in ten minutes, the teacher ignoring every call.

Noting this, Amelia tilts her head in interest, "Boyfriend?"

The teacher scrunches her face at the thought, "Nope."

"Girlfriend?"

"I wish."

"Almost boyfriend?"

At Amelia's teasing tone, Nadine rolls her eyes in amusement, "Definitely not."

NADINE WAS DOWN THREE GLASSES of whiskey before she felt the effects of the alcohol on her senses. She giggles, fruitlessly as she tries to drink from her glass only to miss completely and basically pour it down her shirt.

Amelia bursts out into laughter, drunk to her ass. The women had been drowning themselves in tequila shots — for reasons they choose not to admit. Apparently, Amelia has lived in Charming her whole life — she's an OR nurse at St. Thomas's Hospital and extremely talented when it comes to her job.

Nadine didn't get much more than that.

"Oh, crap," Nadine snorts as the woody aroma from the alcohol wafts to her nostrils.

Amelia points in amusement, her eyes squinted as a loud laugh escapes her, "You smell like a bar!"

The teacher nods and leans back on her stool, almost falling on her back, "That's 'cause we're in a bar, silly!"

Staggering forward, Nadine peers through the mirrored wall behind the shelves of alcohol — the clear space allows her to look at the rest of the bar patrons behind her. She takes note of the large spot on her grey shirt and groans, exaggeratedly as she throws her head back.

Luckily, drunk Nadine still has some sort of logical reasoning, "I'll be right back — I gotta clean this up before it stains."

Amelia just tilts the rim of her glass of scotch towards the teacher and sends her a dopey smile, "Have fuuun." She sings, joyfully.

"I willll," Nadine mimics as she throws cash for the drinks on the bar counter.

Fortunately, the dark spot hadn't dried in the time it took Nadine to go through the line of women standing outside of the bathroom. A lack of stalls seemed to be the verdict for the long queue. Standing there in the bathroom, she hovers over the sink, wiping a damp paper towel over her tank top.

The stain is almost out — the woody smell being replaced by stale tap water. She should've just kept the stain there if that's the case.

Suddenly, it's like time stops. Chills run down her back and the hairs on the back of her necks rise. Goosebumps line her arms as she furrows her eyebrows. There's a sinking feeling in her gut — so deep that Nadine is knocked out of her drunken stupor and forced to grab on to the ceramic sink.

Almost as if she could predict it, there's a knock on the door. Nadine blinks profusely and calls to the person, "Someone's in here." That doesn't make the person on the other side back off — no, instead, the doorknob that was once locked is twisted and pushed open.

So much for locking the door. She ponders.

The figure that enters is tall — and so familiar. It's too dark for her to see a face but for a moment, Nadine assumes that Jax found her. She didn't put it past him considering he has so many connections that probably tipped him off and she doesn't put it past him to break down any barriers between them.

This leads her to her beginning sentence, "You don't have to check up on me, Jax. I just need time to myself."

As the figure steps closer, Nadine's breath hitches in her throat. Fuck. Tears fill her eyes as she looks upon the man that's caused her so much turmoil for two years. The man she fucking ran away from. Ezra Moore in all his mysterious obscurity stands just feet away from her.

She tries not to let her gaze shift to the pepper spray in her bag.

The man smirks, sadistically as he steps further into the room, almost steps away from his target, "This place should really get some better locks."

As his patronizing tone, Nadine jumps towards her bag on the sink, only to be shoved backward by her assailant. Her back lands against the filthy tiled wall and he holds her there, a grimey hand wrapped around her neck.

There were times when she loved to peer into those chocolate brown eyes — they used to give her a certain comfort. Now, they're the epitome of terrifying.

"What? You thought you could get away from me, you little bitch?" He growls, leaning so close into Nadine that the palm of his hand pushes into her larynx and the stench of cigarettes and nasty beer invades her senses. "No matter how far you go, what name you use, or if you change your phone — I will always fucking find you."

"Please —"

"Shut the fuck up!" He yells into her face, spit flying to land on her cheek (the way my COVID brain just threw up). "You know you can't run from me, Nadine." His voice lowers as he jerks her head to the side and leans towards her ear. His lips wrap around her lobe, bringing tears to her eyes. His grip tightens, taking her breath from her — "You've been a little slut since you left me, haven't you? Fucking Jax Teller? That little biker I've been seeing around here?"

She can't speak. She can't breathe.

Ezra doesn't care.

"Answer me!"

Whipping her head around swiftly, she shakes her head and gapes her mouth, wanting to speak but no words can make it past Ezra's tight grip. Seeing this, he loosens it for a split second so Nadine can muster a small, "No."

That wasn't the answer he was looking for, "Don't fucking lie to me! That's all you've been doing since I met you." He forces her to look at him, frowning for a moment at the sight of tears running down her cheeks, "You're a fucking liar, you know that? And such an actress. Even right now — all these crocodile tears that you've been saving for me. For two years. All that fake love. Did you even love me?"

Nadine watches in pure horror as Ezra's voice breaks and tears begin to fly down his face. This man is insane, she sobs. Thoughts flurry through her mind as his grip loosens significantly. She's so taken aback that even her mind seems to be lagging. She wants to go home where the locks work.

"I did." She whispers, cringing as her voice cracks, "I-I do. I do love you, Ezra." It pains her to speak these lies, but she has to go and the only way to do that is to feed into his crazed actions, "I love you, baby. So much." She lifts a shaky hand to cup his cheeks, willing her tears away at the thought of touching her oppressor. "I'm sorry I left you. I don't know what I was thinking."

Her back stiffens when he falls into her, dropping his head into the crook of her neck. He sobs, savoring the feeling as she runs a hand through his scalp. It was something she did years ago to help him out whenever he had a stressful day — she used to love doing it.

Now, she feels like she needs to take a shower in acid to scrub the feeling of him off.

Her neck is sore when he releases her — surely, she has bruises.

Now is her time to get away — with that thought, she swiftly thrusts her knee up in between his legs and pushes him off of her body. He falls to the floor with a pained groan, cupping his groin.

"You bitch!" He screams at her as she shuffles along quickly to make her getaway. She snatches her bag from the sink, grabs her pepper spray and unleashes hell on the man writhing on the floor. He screams bloody murder before Nadine exits the room, closing the door behind her.

Nadine tries to wipe away the messy mascara under her eyes before heading for the exit of the bar, ignoring as Amelia calls after her.

The teacher drove home in fear that her shaky hands would make her swerve into oncoming traffic. That and her blurry vision, eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears. She's spent too much of her life crying over that man — she'll be damned if he gets anymore from her.

Taking extra precautions, she checks behind her every few seconds to make sure she isn't being tailed — even taking the long way home.

When she arrives at her apartment complex, she double checks the locks on her car before making her way up the stairs, her key already in one hand and her pepper spray in the other. When she sees another figure crouched by her door, the woman jumps. She doesn't want any more surprises tonight.

As she steps closer, arm extended with her pepper spray, her eyes catch sight of the familiar dark hair and the lit end of a cigarette. Nadine holds her breath as she realizes that that cigarette belongs to the woman she's been ignoring for the past week.

With a broken voice, Nadine freezes and whispers, "Gemma?"

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JUST IN TIME FOR SAME DAY TWO FICS I PROMISED. @pazumi-au

You waltz back into the living room as Kirishima yells into the head set. Little do you know why he has it on in the first place.

At first it was to get teammates together to win a better game but it quickly turned into the purpose of drowning out your moans.

He yells again, telling his teammate that he can take the flag there until you plop onto his lap. Straddling him as your hands go beneath his loose muscle tee. Hips grinding slightly to entice him as you would Bakugou. You feel him twitch beneath you while heating the all too familiar sound of a console powering down.

Hook, line, and sinker.

You gaze into his ruby gaze as your eyes scream lust, hands fondling muscles that move to readjust your body. You don't know how long he's dreamed of this exact situation.

Of you interrupting a game session or finishing a game session with him just to ride his cock all night.

But he was always too much a gentleman to ask if you were interested. Especially after he saw you smiling at your phone so often.

Funny how he hesitates even now and you present yourself to him. He searches your eyes for something more but all he sees is white hot lust.

You stare deeply into his eyes, noticing the slight differences in their eye colors. Glistening softness vs glowering burning intensity.

"Y...y/n?" He asks with a slight blush, although you're more than sure it's not from embarrassment as you feel him harden beneath you. Another twitch has you kissing him before you can change your mind. Tongue rolling over tongue as you grind a bit more on him.

His hands roll up your sides, peeling off your shirt to reveal a nice pair of tits. He salivates as you shove them in his face, reaching for your phone. You snap a picture of Kirishima's sharp teeth biting gently into your collar bone as he all but worships you.

You send the photo to Bakugou quickly tossing your phone to the side.

Another harder bite on your collar bone has you moaning.

"Bakugoooo." Instantly the man beneath you freezes as hot embarrassment flushes your body.

"Y/N?" Kirishima pushes you back slightly to see your face. Hard on dying from both the hurt in his chest and the the hurt in your face, "Is Bakugou the hero who's 'just a friend'?"

The question has you burst into tears, sobbing as you press your face into the cool skin of his neck. Breathing in his comforting scent of sandalwood cologne and soft natural musk.

His arms fly around you tightly. Gladly falling back into the best friend category especially so since this is the first time he's seen you cry.

And you've lived with him for three and a half years.

You both were broke as hell desperately needing a roommate in order to survive in this part of the city.

You a photographer and painter and he a start up hero.

You both made more than enough to have your own apartment within the first six months but somehow the two of you just kept renewing the lease. More than happy to "save" for a house.

So to hold the strongest woman he knew as she sobbed was an honor.

Even if it meant only being the shoulder to cry on.

"I..I'm so stupid Eiji. So fucking dumb. I..." Another sob as you try to collect yourself, "I really fucking like him and then I go and use you to spite him. I'm sorry Eji I'm sorry I'm such a slut. I'm sorry."

Is all you can say as you clutch onto his shirt as if you had been lost and he was the first to find you.

The first to be salvation.

"Hey..." He soothes pushing his own hurt pride down, "It's okay. Just don't do it again. I know you're sad...."

"I'm sorry...." You say again wiping away the tears as you borderline hyperventilate.

"Here." Kirishima says pulling his shirt from his toned form to shield you from non existant prying eyes, "You wanna catch up on some anime? Eat some iiiicccceeeecreeeaam?"

You nod shyly as he lifts you onto the couch, wrapping you in the faux fur blanket you insisted should be in the living room before he heads to his room for another shirt. He comes back just as quickly to see you staring down at your phone with sniffles, he turns on his heel to pop into your room, careful to avoid anything on the floor or night stand.

He grabs your favorite giant plush and returns.

Little does he know it's one Bakugou won for you. But your face doesn't become crestfallen when he tucks it in your arms.

More tears prick your eyes as his actions remind you of Bakugou's normal after care. The rare time where his wall his down and he speaks so softly.

And just for you. Your heart squeezes in your chest as you think of the moments you fell in love with him.

"I'll be right back. Kay?" Kirishima says before slipping out the door.

Not ten minutes later he finds you in the same spot, although you do have the anime series you two were watching pulled up. Your crying had slowed but not by much as you stare down at what must be a dry phone.

He places the icecream in your hand sitting beside you. He watches you snap a picture of you holding your stuffy and the icecream to send to Bakugou before you lean into him a little like you normally would.

Kirishima is happy to be your shoulder to cry on. Silently he is rooting for you two. Especially now that he knows what must be going on. He's seen the way the two of you look at each other at parties.

More than lust lies in both yours and his scarlet eyes.

Kirishima pulls you closer to place a soft kiss on your hair line before the two of you settle in for a long night of anime.

You wake to the sound of banging on the door. You breathe in deeply as Kirishima startles beneath you. Having fallen asleep in what has to be the most uncomfortable position you've ever seen.

"Sorry. I'll get it." You say softly as you stand, stretching as you assume it's your neighbor two doors down looking for her lost kitten. Again.

"Sorry I haven't seen your kitten." You say opening the door without looking, instantly regretting not only your choice of words but your outfit. Scarlet eyes stare you down as he pushes past you into you into the apartment.

He cannot tell if you are being a brat or not.

He cannot tell if you slept with his best friend or not especially with the two conflicting pictures you sent.

"Oh uhh Hey Bakugou!" Kirishima scratches the back of his head awkwardly. Scarlet eyes notices his outfit. A brick red shirt and jeans.

No one puts jeans back on after they fuck, at least not in their own house. Still Bakugou keeps his hands deep in his black dress pants, still clad in a collared shirt, loosened tie and black vest from his early morning debriefing.

He would have been at apartment 3C earlier if it hadn't been for that stupid fucking meeting.

"You might want to leave." He keeps his voice even yet still his normal gruff as he speaks to Kirishima. The red head nods in agreement before looking to you.

Poor exhausted cried out you. He swallows thickly and whispers to you as he leaves out the door.

"Tell him and text me if you need me." With that Kirishima closes the door to leave you sealed inside with a deadly tiger.

"Care to explain, kitten?" He lets his eyes rove over the semi messy apartment, a pizza box and empty icecream containers litter the coffee table, the stuff animal he won, or more so threatened the game worker at the fair sits on the couch slightly tucked into the blanket.

"Or is it as you said and you are not my kitten anymore?"

Shit. He took your words seriously when they were intended for someone else entirely. If you told him the truth would he believe you.

"I'm still your kitten, sama." You say softly, avoiding eye contact. Still exhausted from the night before.

"Yea?" He asks coming closer, bending down to catch your eyes, hands still in his pockets to keep from popping, "Then prove it."

You rack your brain of all of his favorite lewd things you do for him and think of only one thing that has him admit you're in control. You sink to your knees, hands going to unbuckle his pants when a calloused hand seizes your throat. Choking you as he lifts you back up to your feet. Furry clouds his eyes as he looms over you.

"This is not what *my* kitten would do." He snarls, "*My* kitten would defy me until I pushed her to her knees. My kitten is disobedient. She shows her claws and bears her teeth when she's mad."

"And she's always fucking mad." He snaps letting you go to sit on the couch. He waits for you to follow and when you do not he slaps his knee hard.

You gulp as you wonder if this is the other half of your punishment.

You crawl over his lap for him to growl over your shorts. The ones that drive him mad even when he's pissed. Like now you feel him growing hard especially after he massages your ass to warm it up. He waits for any sort of protest before he comes down with a hard slap. You whince as he waits, eyes falling to your head, when you nod yes to go on he proceeds to spank you over and over again. Massaging and moving to other parts of the ass but relentlessly attacking.

"This is for wearing these around Eijirou." Another slap before a cool rub down, "This is for making me think you fucked him."

As his hand rubs over your ass and down between your thighs he speaks again.

"Are you going to tell me why you were eating icecream and snuggling with King explosion murder?" He asks referring to your fluffy angry looking bear. You're still unable to answer earning another spank, you cry out but he continues.

"You only eat icecream when you're sad." More silence and another hit this time increased intensity with aid of his quirk.

"P..please please sir. I'm..." You swallow a bit of your pride as he brings another blasting palm to your ass, "I'm starting to hurt."

"Ah so you do know how to use your words." He rubs his fingers against your dampening shorts and you buck for better access. He slaps your ass again, "Kitten gets spanked until she tells me what's really got her acting out."

One, two, three more slaps before tears are welling in your eyes. Still he looks to your head for a nod of approval when it doesn't come he decides he will do a final slap before trying a different approach.

This slap sends you over the edge as you think and think and God damn think.

"I like you. Like really like *like* you and I wanted you to be my fucking valentine!" You yell out, tears slipping down cheeks. You're righted quickly, he has you straddling him as he looks up at you.

His eyes are the same as they are during after care. Kind, soft, worried and only ever for you. Your heart pounds faster in your chest as he pushes some hair out of the way.

"Y/N....my kitten why didn't you tell me?" His voice is laced with hurt as he searches your eyes.

"Because I told you no feelings and then I go and fuck it all up!" He squeezes your ribs before his hand wipes away more tears. He gives you a soft smile that slowly turns into a deadly smirk.

"I guess I fucked up too huh?" He kisses you tenderly before putting in all of his burning passion onto your lips. Tongue fighting yours as you start to grind into his hips. He breaks the kiss hands falling to your hips placing the ball in your court.

"You like like me?" You ask, hands crumpling his nice dress shirt.

"No." He says slyly, kissing your forehead, "I love you."

You blink, heart bursting in your chest as you stare down the most emotionally unavailable man you knew. Or at least thought he was emotionally unavailable.

"Have been. For months." He admits, now it is your turn to kiss him, one hand working to free his member while his hands move aside the shorts.

"Are you sure?"

"Always Sama. Please." You say desperately before he aligns himself to plunge into you. You gasp, holding his eyes as this is the first time you've faced him.

All the other times you had asked to be bent over or blind folded.

He slowly thrusts into you before you ride him out, wanting to give him pleasure for once. He squeezes your hips as you're in charge praising your work and movements as you begin to chase your own high.

"Fuuuuck. You're riding me so well." He says coming up to bite on your collar bones, sucking hard enough to leave small bruises. You feel him twitch in your as he gets closer causing the tightness in your stomach to double.

You were going to make him come all your own. You hump harder as your clit rubs against his boxers just right causing your moans to come out shuddering.

"I..I'm close." You gasp out, core grasping onto his hard memeber for all that it's worth.

"Cum for me kitten." He breaths and he thrusts into you, holding your eyes causing you to come wholly undone. Emotionally physically and as cliche as it sounded spiritually as you watched face contort in sinful pleasure as he fucked deeply into you, hand pressing your forehead harshly to his as he filled you to the brim.

The two of you are quiet for a moment, his grip letting up as your tightens on him. You get up off of him but do not leave his lap. He stares up at you with even newer eyes, your body shudders on it's own from his duality you so desperately needed.

"Be my valentine kitten?" He asks softly supporting you even though you are on top. You smile down at him before your inner brat takes over, stealing a feverish kiss before adding.

"I thought a King never asks."

@lady-bakuhoe here is the kirishima part 😊

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