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Arousal was coursing through him as Susan dropped to her knees, and he knew with comforting certainty what came next in that situation. Sure enough, she was hooking his cock out from his boxers and he gave a soft sigh that turned into a throatier moan as the heat of her tongue hit him like an electric jolt that ran through his stomach.
"Fuck," he swore softly, head falling back a little as she gripped him and then he felt her mouth surrounding the head of his cock. He wanted more, but he was willing to wait for it, as he reached out one hand, pushing some of her hair back out of her face.
Craning his neck, he watched her, only adding to the satisfaction as she began to suck his cock. Was there anything better than watching a beautiful person between your legs? In that moment, he didn't think so.
"Yeah that's good," he hummed.
@missxspider
Notch in My Bedpost || Arachne
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"Alright," Hercules agreed. He watched as she weighed out ingredients, trying to repeat each step as closely as possible to how Julieta had done it. So far, so simple, really. He hadn't had too much trouble with this part of the recipe - although his scales definitely weren't as good as the ones as Casita.
He watched again, chewing the inside of his cheek a little. "Ok," he nodded solemnly. Adding the ingredients to the bowl, he got himself ready. Dipping his fingers into the water, he spread some on his hands.
"Oh, uh-" He glanced to Julieta. "How, um. How much pressure are we talking? Like... sort of gentle squashing? Or more like ... vigorous?"
This was part of the difficulty for him, knowing what instruction meant what. And how to judge that for himself.
@julicta
Yes, Chef! - Herclieta
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Hercules had been in the zone during that match, his blood pumping just a little, eyes tracking the ball and the strikers and following the action. He had also been keeping an eye on his players, trying to make sure nobody lost their rag. But somehow, there had only been a brief squabble with Gaston, so he was calling that an absolute win!
So he hadn't paid much attention to Bruce at the other end, until now.
"Hey bud. Good game!" He smiled automatically. "Oh, uh. Of course." Picking up his kit bag, the ginger slung it over his shoulder and then began fetching his water bottle out.
"What's up?"
He figured something must be, if Bruce was asking to speak rather than just chatting. Maybe it was another work thing?
@brucewhite
So Far Away | Herce
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"Yeah, I think I need to-" Hercules gave a shake of his head, and a bit of a shaky laugh. He always felt uncomfortable for a few moments when something like that happened. The back of his neck prickled, as he wondered what eyes were on him and whether he had given something away by accident.
But as he glanced between Mary and Ken, it seemed like nobody had spotted anything other than his poor form at mini-golf! Forcing himself to let out a slow, steadying breath, Hercules went to pick up his ball and brought it back to the tee.
"So, uh, I'm wondering what kind of training golfers do on the regular, you know?" He spoke into the weird silence out of his own nerves. "They must need some decent endurance, because the full thing does take ages, even if it's way less fun than mini-golf. And maybe like, a lot of core work?"
He was entirely thinking out loud as he took his shot again, and this time actually managed to get it at least part of the way down the hole.
"What do you think?"
@kenneth-carson @boointhenight
Monster Swing || Kercary
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Hercules laughed a little at the sound of Phil's muffled voice. Yeah, he knew what Phil preferred, and he couldn't say he blamed him. He was the same himself. It was something they'd talked about, on occasion, and compared some stories. But tonight, Herc wanted to treat Phil well. He'd had his confidence knocked! Her deserved it built up again.
Settling himself down behind Phil, he ran his hands up the backs of the other's thighs.
"Oh yeah? You planning a next time already? I'm flattered, but I'm sure you'll be practicing with all the boys," he teased, kneading at Phil's ass before he leaned down to press a kiss to the bottom of his spine.
He let his hands roam up the muscles of Phil's back, admiring how he looked, spread out beneath him, before he returned them to his ass. Hercules kissed one cheek softly, before catching the skin between his teeth. Then he soothed it with his tongue.
He alternated with the other cheek, before finally he lowered his mouth further, tongue brushing across Phil's entrance.
@knightley--phillip
Heart to Heart, Tip to Tip || Herculip
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"Of course I do," Hercules waved off the concern, picking the plates up and carrying them over towards the sink. His parents had not raised him to not help people clean up, or to offer to help with anything. If he was going to do a job, then he was going to do it properly! Even if that job was doing the washing up. Plus there was still that feeling that he wanted to linger, rather than walk the long and lonely trek back a few doors down to his own house.
Hercules glanced up, his eyes meeting Copper's briefly as a smile hovered about his lips. "Don't worry. I don't scare easily."
It perhaps tip-toed around something bigger. But he didn't mind. He set about filling the bowl, making himself at home a little to be able to take charge of this small part of the evening. "Besides, you went to all that effort to make us an amazing meal. It's only fair for me to chip in."
@copper-russell
Kitchen Chemistry || Hepper
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"Oh-" Hercules felt a strange twinge, it was so kind of her to come and say hi! It made him want to smile, even if it made him sad that he had somehow missed the whole of her session. He loved being able to speak to customers actually in the gym, especially people like Isabela. It made his day, and he'd missed out on it.
"Uh, yeah, yeah." He was fine, right? "It's been busy lately, you know? I've uh, got some staff off at the moment and trying to balance everything is..." Really difficult...
"But I'm alright. How are you? How was your workout?" He tried to brighten it up, genuinely curious. He cared! It made his days feel so much better when he could set aside the spreadsheets.
@rowsandrows-of-roses
A Spring in the Step --@ [Amaryllis]
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"Pah," Hercules shook his head in denial of that. As far as he was concerned, Bruce was great! He was a good goalie, it was just a really hard position! And considering Bruce hadn't always even had legs, he was doing kind of great, really.
But it was true, that they never really got to kick-around together, since they were at opposite ends of the pitch playing keepers. Hercules could happily have rested there and kept eating for a good while longer, but instead, he accepted the hand and climbed the long way up to his feet. "Yeah, it'll be our little secret, don't you worry." He didn't think that anyone would really begrudge them having a little kick-around. It was Bruce! And Hercules wasn't about to pass that up for the world.
Instead, he stretched out his legs a little, kicking his heels up, before twisting and turning to limber up his lower back a little, all out of habit. He turned to Bruce, smiling. "Come on then, bring it on!"
@brucewhite
Sunshine On The Water | Herce
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[Outfit]
Hercules didn't even look up at first. He was buried in a rota and trying to work out if there was any way he could do it where perhaps he just had to be in two different places at the same time instead of three. So he just assumed it was Q or someone floating past.
"Hola-" he mumbled, before his brain caught back up.
Glancing up, he saw Isabela standing there, and blinked.
"Isabela?" He glanced at his watch. Had they been supposed to have a meeting? Was she messaging him about something? Had he-
"Sorry, uh... just. Paperwork," he blinked a few more times. "I've uh, been a bit snowed under. Is everything ok?" He started to rise out of his seat. "Did you need something?"
@rowsandrows-of-roses
A Spring in the Step --@ [Amaryllis]
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Hercules looked up, and met Copper's eyes. They looked so very kind, in that moment, so deep brown they almost looked black from the other side of the kitchen table, but still warm.
"No," Herc answered, answering with a mirrored smile of his own. "I don't think being a long distance business owner would suit me. I think ... I think I fit here."
As much as he had ever fitted anywhere.
Soon enough, he had cleared his plate, and was savouring the last of his wine, feeling more relaxed than he had done in a while. "Ok, now, Copper, you are going to have to point me to some washing up liquid." He sat up straighter, and reached for the other man's plate to begin clearing things up. It was only fair, right? Copper had cooked, so Hercules was going to clear up! Besides, maybe a part of him wasn't fully ready for the night to end.
@copper-russell
Kitchen Chemistry || Hepper
#thanks @ this reply for making me sit and look at Dev Patel's big brown eyes for a while#copper#kitchen chemistry
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Hercules closed his eyes, a few heavy breaths escaping him as he tried to settle the rise and fall of his chest as the strange sensation of all that pleasure dissipating swirled around his abdomen. It was disappointing in the moment, perhaps, but he knew what was coming instead.
He opened his eyes again to smile dazedly at Phil, before leaning forward and kissing him briefly. Hercules planted his hands on Phil's hips, gripping them tightly.
"Well done, ok?" He murmured. If Phil wanted his confidence built up, he needed to know that had been good. "That was really good."
Hercules spun Phil around, until his cock was pressing against his ass instead, before he dropped his face to kiss the crook of his neck. "I'm going to put you on your hands and knees, and rail you, ok?" His tongue traced his neck gently. "But first-"
He walked Phil towards the bed. "Get on your front. You need your reward first, yeah?"
Hercules disappeared for a moment, going into his bedside drawer to grab a box of condoms and a bottle of lube and setting them on the top of the surface.
@knightley--phillip
Heart to Heart, Tip to Tip || Herculip
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Clarion's words only skimmed the surface rather than really sinking in. He still felt as if he must have done something wrong; if he had just been better, worked harder, been smarter or wiser or kinder then none of this would have happened. This was his gym, and everyone in it were his people in their own way.
It rested heavily on his shoulders, but he didn't know who he was anymore without that weight there.
But he knew a little about living between worlds. He had always felt as if he were caught in some kind of crack between home, where his family were, and here. One world where he could be entirely himself, strength and all, and this version where he worked so desperately hard to prove he could be loved, and trusted, and welcome. Except it wasn't the same at all, of course.
"Well I ... I don't want you to feel alone. I don't want Vidia to feel like she's lost, or alone. I know that the Hollow is its own community, but you're part of this community too."
That was how he saw it, at least. "That's actually... that's part of why I wanted to reach out. I wanted to know if there's things you think we can do better, here at the gym, to make your fairies feel more welcome. I've... I've been trying to have a look at our policies to check there's nothing that might be causing problems, but honestly I don't know much about these things.."
@goldenxqueenclarion
Human Resources - Herclarion
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"Well you know I usually don't try to help the opposition," Hercules smiled easily, a little teasing in his voice. Technically they were mortal enemies, of course, within the world of five-a-side football, and someone had to try to uphold the Lionesses fierceness! Not that that was an issue, they had plenty of that naturally from everyone else on the team.
"But since it's you-" he relented, giving Bruce a clumsy wink. Honestly most of the Stags were also good blokes. He liked Kristoff, and Bruce was probably his best mate. Tom, Phil and Winston were all people he loved spending time with in their own ways.
"But you are not allowed to credit me if you become a superstar overnight and score all the goals against us next match," he warned. "Q and Angel will have my skin!"
@brucewhite
Sunshine On The Water | Herce
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"Uhuh? Noted," Hercules nodded. He sort of wanted to fish - did he count as good enough company to be incentive? - but resisted the urge. He didn't want to look too insecure, or push everything that was going on here too far. It felt like maybe a sapling of something; a young plant that still needed tender care and nurturing rather than him being clumsy and difficult. Still, he smiled a little shyly and stored it away. Maybe some day there was a picnic in store for them.
"Oh, I think I need the fresh air," he nodded his agreement with that statement. "London ... it was never a great place for me, to be honest." But he didn't want to get into all of that now. "I find getting out and about, and being able to go out into nature really helped actually."
Especially when he was feeling anxious and like everything was too big. He could go out into the world and remember that it was all there, and feel more grounded on himself.
"Nature's pretty healing, you know?"
@copper-russell
Kitchen Chemistry || Hepper
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"Oh thank god-" Hercules got up with a bump, and crossed to go and wrap his arms around Merida; something he'd been dying to do ever since that horrible chest-crushing fear they were leaving had crept in. But if wasn't as though they were his cuddliest friend.
Wrapping his arms tight around them, Hercules rested his cheek against a mane of ginger hair and sighed for a second. At least for that moment they were still there, physical and tangible and he knew they were safe.
"Ok," he pulled back a little, after a few moments. "Sorry. You'll get another one of those when you get back, ok?" He cracked a slightly wobbly grin.
@heart-of-dunbroch
A-Travelin' On || Merc
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"You didn't," Hercules bumped his friend's leg with the back of his hand. Alight, he perhaps had a little, by talking about something serious, but this was important! And every time one of his friends spoke to him about something important, it made Hercules feel like his heart was growing three sizes inside his chest.
"Of course it's a beautiful day, the sun's shining, we get to hang out, with all this amazing food! What could be better?" It was a nice moment! Maybe not what Hercules had expected from it, but he was happy here, with his best friend.
He loved that about Bruce so much, too; the way he always fought so hard to see the beautiful days, despite whatever he had been through that Herc couldn't fully understand but knew bothered him. He chose to see all those good things, and be happy and show up for people. Herc loved him for it.
@brucewhite
Sunshine On The Water | Herce
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Oh? Well that had hit an interesting nerve, hadn't it. As she grabbed him, Hercules let her move him around, trying to focus on the kiss and how damn good her lips felt and how amazing she smelled as he could catch her perfume in the air, before she pushed him backwards onto the bed.
Silently, he nodded, looking up at her and catching his breath a little as he reached for the buttons of his jeans and undid them, shoving the fabric away down his legs to leave his thighs exposed. The first signs of his arousal were beginning to tell, as his boxers stretched a little over his cock, but he worked the jeans off and kicked them away to the floor, before propping himself on his elbows and letting his eyes roam her body.
"Jesus, you're beautiful," he swore, practically itching to get his hands on her.
@missxspider
Notch in My Bedpost || Arachne
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