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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 2 years

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Superheroes with Secrets: Mangers and Broken Beds (Fic Part 166. Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

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Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/'Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

"You know I'm kidding. I'm a plain ol' human."

"Don't you dare make any jokes like that again, mon mari, seriously not cool."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"I'm Celtic by blood, so I grew up with the stories of the fae folk, I know what happens if they trick you or lure you in… it all ends in death or losing yourself, doesn't help that there are stories of the fae stealing human babies and replacing them with changelings, makes a new mother like myself extremely nervous."

"No one's tricked you or lured you. We're not beasts besides being from No Co." He chuckles.

"Yeah, but ya ain't no beast, fy ngwr, ain't no beast at all, just a very sexy man." Kirby sighs.

"Maybe a sexy beast?"

"Don't push your luck, or I'll call you a leprechaun."

"Green and short and tricky and cute? It might be apt."

"A small mischievous sprite."

"Exactly."

"The exact opposite of a 'gentle giant'." Kirby smirks.

"Opposites attract, my love."

"They do indeed, mon ange."

"It's what makes us such a good pair."

"Orange and Green, a perfect team… and the two colours that combine to make the colour of siocled."

"Siocled?"

"It's Welsh for chocolate."

"Dammit, I knew that."

Kirby chuckles softly, "it's okay, fy ngwr, it's okay."

"I'm working on it, I promise I'm getting there."

"Would you like some help, I can teach you things until I have to actually try and get into the teaching course at NC University."

"I'll be good practice."

"Yeah, so go ahead and ask me about any words that you want me to translate into Welsh for you so you can learn." Kirby murmurs as she readjusts her shirt.

"I'll ask as they come up. I'm getting there bit by bit."

"You still wanna take this upstairs and ya know, ei gael ymlaen?" Kirby teases.

"Absolutely I do."

"Are you gonna carry me upstairs?"

Helms bends down and scoops Kirby up, hardly straining at all to hold her.

"Oh Shane… you're so strong." Kirby murmurs in awe.

"Just for you, my love."

Kirby smirks as Helms carries her to the bedroom, pulling Helms into a heated kiss the moment he puts her on the bed.

"Do have to admit, I have to work out harder to keep up with Lilith."

"Then can I treat you to some lip service, maybe let you cum all over me as payback?"

"Works for me."

"Lay down baby daddy, I wanna make out before we make love."

The moment Helms gets settled into making out with Kirby, the bed creaks loudly beneath them before breaking and falling hard to the floor, making Kirby squeak in shock.

"Jesus, Lilith's getting big…"

"Don't blame the baby, blame the fact that we are probably the cause of the bed breaking, after all you do tend to fuck me rather hard, but I also have a tendency to ride you until you pull me down to fill me up."

"Well, I guess that's true too."

"We are partly to blame, Lilith is partly to blame, and now we have a most definitely broken bed… it is kinda funny though… the thought that we have actually fucked until the bed broke." Kirby murmurs, trying not to laugh.

"It would be hilarious if we had another bed for tonight."

Kirby nods, blushing a light pink and looking away from Helms.

"Maybe this is something we can fix."

Kirby nods again, biting her lip to stifle her giggles.

"Kinda is funny, isn't it?" He chuckles.

Kirby looks at Helms, unable to hold back her laughter anymore and she starts giggling. Her giggles only make him laugh harder.

"I don't mean to laugh, but… it's so funny that we've actually…" Kirby takes a breath, struggling to talk without giggling.

"We finally fucked too hard?"

Kirby nods, blushing a deep red as she tries to stop giggling.

"Hope to do it again someday."

"It's funnier because this bed was reinforced to take both my weight and dad's combined." Kirby murmurs.

"We just wore the ol' girl down."

"Exactly, it has taken us less than a year to wear down a bed I've had since I was ten." Kirby chuckles softly.

"Well, if you've had it for over twenty years, that means it was on its last legs anyway."

"You're probably right, mon ange."

"I mean, mattresses should be replaced twice as often."

"The mattress is from three years ago, it's fine mon mari, still comfy… for one of Show's old mattresses." Kirby murmurs, hoping Helms doesn't hear the full sentence.

"Show used this?"

Kirby nods, blushing a light pink.

"Yup. We're gonna need a whole new bed." He chuckles.

"We may have to get the bed made custom built because I am particularly tall in case you have forgotten that the world is much smaller than my proportions."

"I never forget, sweetheart. In all honesty, I think the only thing that broke this one was the age. If we got one just like it, we should be fine."

"Can we… can we get a canopy bed, like a dark green one… please, Shaney baby?"

"That depends, do you get dust allergies?"

"No, do you?"

"I'm clean."

"So… canopy bed, so I can live out my regal dreams?" Kirby asks gently.

"Absolutely."

"Yay… I love you, mon mari."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

"You are my Prince Charming, mon ange."

"You're my beautiful princess."

"Am I a beautiful gothic princess, my love, would you defeat a dragon for me?"

"Better, I would befriend the dragon and convince it to come defend the house and be at your beck and call."

"Is that because I'm Welsh, you would befriend a dragon because your wife is from the one place with a dragon flag, I don't speak draig." Kirby jokes.

"I'd befriend it because dragons are cool as fuck and if I could trust it, it would be better than any guard dog."

"Ooh, like in the Munsters."

"Exactly."

Kirby's eyes light up with excitement, her breathing hitches slightly as she gets lost in her thoughts.

"Anything else you wanna redecorate with?"

"Uhm… can I draw up some design plans and then tell you about my ideas so you can add your ideas into it?"

"Anything you want."

"If I could get up, I would start working on that now, but I kinda want to make love to you before I move…" Kirby murmurs.

"On the broken bed?"

"Well, I still have my leg in a cast, so it's either laying down or nothing."

"Yes, ma'am." He grins.

"You wanna get freaky, mon amour?" Kirby teases as she kisses him gently.

"As freaky as safe for your leg."

"I can fuck you without putting weight on that leg."

"Get as freaky as you want, Princess."

Kirby shifts her weight to get on top of Helms, kissing him deeply and grinding her hips against his.

"Gonna tease like this all night, or are you gonna whip me out?"

Kirby smirks as she pulls Helms' pants and underwear down, kissing his neck and wrapping one hand around his cock, stroking slowly at first before upping her pace. His head tips back as he groans deeply. Kirby slides her underwear off and starts playing with her clit as she continues to stroke his cock.

"Ain't gonna rub your clit on me?"

Kirby nips at his neck, moving to do as Helms asks. She takes a deep breath before shifting herself again to slide Helms' cock into her wet heat, moaning pitifully as she does so.

"God, you feel so perfect…"

"Says the guy with a giant slayer dick." Kirby chuckles softly.

"I only slay giants cause you like riding me."

"I like riding you because you're my one true love."

"And you're mine."

"A match made in heaven, or are we too sinful?"

"A perfect match made in hell."

"A vampiric sex god with complete power over a giantess, but a sex god who only wants to see her happy and pregnant."

"You got me." He grins.

"Shane, I reckon if we have more than just Lilith, like your supposed plan is, we'll probably end up with the reverse of the Harts, mostly girls and all of whom can kick ass." Kirby murmurs.

"They'll kick ass for sure. Gender is up to the kids and my swimmers."

"Yeah, I'll support them no matter what, but uhh, I always thought the worst insult you could give someone is that your shocked that they're the swimmer who won the race."

"Well, technically, they are the swimmer who gets inside the egg first, but it's usually billions of other little swimmers who first tunnel through the protective barrier."

"Alright, Shane, I have a lack of sexual knowledge, so I have no idea what that means."

"Well, the egg has a protective barrier, that the sperm has to tunnel through, so the first one to reach the barrier has to tunnel and by the time they're done tunnelling, one of the slower-swimming sperm will use their reserved energy to get to the egg first."

"Ahh, so the real insult would be that you wish another sperm had won the race… this is good, I can now insult Sunny next time she tries to be relevant." Kirby murmurs.

"Good call."

"I love you, mon mari, you are my favourite person."

"And you're mine. By far."

"Ooh, tough question for ya, which Hardy brother do you prefer?"

"Well, that's just not fair," He laughs, "They're both my baby brothers."

"That doesn't count as an answer… I'll change the question slightly, including Shannon, which one of those three idiots is your favourite idiot… and no choosing Lita or Delilah instead of one of the boys."

"I mean… I only fucked one of them…"

"Regardless of if you've fucked 'em, ya goof." Kirby whispers.

"Just saying I could have fucked any of them and I picked Shannon."

"Now I have the mental image of you and Matt fucking, Jesus."

"Us fucking Jesus? Not my fantasy three-way, but whatever gets you off, babe." He winks.

"I will absolutely stop fucking you for a week, ya dingus."

"It's a dad joke. I gotta get in practice."

"Thought dad jokes weren't sexual."

"They are when my wife's riding me."

"Wifey will stop riding you if you make dad jokes during sex."

"Yes, ma'am."

"But," Kirby pauses to stifle a moan, "for now, I'm all yours."

"That's right. All mine."

"Shane, my love, you can grab me if you want, get a little rough." Kirby whispers.

After they come back downstairs from their steamy love making, Kirby starts singing in Gaelic to herself.

"Gonna serenade me as we cook?"

"Maybe, would you like to hear Amhrán na leabhar?"

"Yes please."

"Go Cuan Bhéil Inse casadh mé, Cois Góilín aoibhinn Dairbhre, Mar a seoltar flít na farraige, Thar sáile i gcéin. I Portmagee do stadas seal, Fé thuairim intinn maitheasa, D'fhonn bheith sealad eatarthu, Mar mháistir léinn. Is gearr gur chuala an eachtara, Ag cách mo léan! Gur i mBord Eoghain Fhinn do chailleathas, An t-árthach tréan. Do phreab mo chroí le hatuirse, I dtaobh loinge an taoisigh chalma, Go mb'fhearrde an tír í 'sheasamh seal, Do ráib an tséin." Kirby begins singing in Irish Gaelic, "Mo chiach, mo chumha is m'atuirse! Mé im iarsma dubhach ag ainnise, Is mé síoraí 'déanamh marana, Ar mo chás bhocht féin! Mo chuid éadaigh chumhdaigh scaipithe, Bhí déanta cumtha, ceapaithe, Is do thriaill thar thriúcha Banban, Mar bhláth faoi mo dhéin. Iad bheith imithe san fharraige, Ar bharr an scéil, Is a thuilleadh acu sa lasair, Is mé go támhach trém néal; Ba thrua le cách ar maidin mé, Go buartha, cásmhar, ceasnaithe, Is an fuacht a chráigh im bhalla mé, Gan snáth ón spéir! Ní hé sin is mó a chealg me, Ná chráigh mé arís im aigne, Ach nuair chínn féin fuadar fearthainne, Gach lá faoin spéir; Neart gaoithe aduaidh is anaithe, Is síon rómhór gan aga ar bith, Tinte luatha lasrach, Is scáil na gcaor. Chrom an uain ar shneachta 'chur, Le gála tréan, Ar feadh deich n-uair gan amharca, Le fáil ar ghréin. Na doitheanna cruadha peannaide, A líon rómhór den ghalar mé, D'fhág suim gan suan ar leaba mé, Go tláth i bpéin! Dá shiúlfainn Éire is Alba, An Fhrainc, an Spáinn is Sasana, Agus fós arís dá n-abrainn, Gach aird faoin ré, Ní bhfaighinnse an oiread leabhartha, B'fhearr eolas agus tairbhe, Ná is mó bhí chum mo mhaitheasa, Cé táid ar strae. Mo chreach! mo chumha ina n-easnamh siúd, Do fágadh mé! Is mór an cúrsa marana, Agus cás liom é, Mallacht Dé is na hEaglaise, Ar an gcarraig ghránna mhallaithe, A bháigh an long gan anaithe, Gan ghála, gan ghaoth. Bhí mórán Éireann leabhartha, Nár áiríos díbh im labhartha, Leabhar na Laighneach beannaithe, Ba bhreátha faoin spéir. An "Feirmeoir" álainn, gasta, deas, A chuireadh a shíol go blasta ceart, Thug ruachnoic fraoigh is aitinn ghlais, Go gealbhánta féir. Scoirim as mo labhartha, Cé chrádar mé, Is ná cuirfeadsa aon ní ar fharraige, Go brách lem ré; Moladh le Rí an nAingeal ngeal, Mo shláinte arís a chasadh orm, Is an Fhoireann úd ón anaithe, Gan bá 'theacht saor!" Kirby finishes the song, blushing a light pink and smiling sweetly at Helms.

#superheroes with secrets #shane hurricane helms #kirby roussimoff #blacklight bandit #orange and green - the perfect team #shannon brian moore #sws #kirby andrea roussimoff #delilah keshet rosenbaum #gregory shane helms #jeffrey nero hardy #matthew moore hardy #lita hardy

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sioclefoto · 4 years

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#hulk #beer #siocle #foto #photo #mummra https://www.instagram.com/p/B-tE2NJDzNg/?igshid=qnwbpnpb07u8

#hulk #beer #siocle #foto #photo #mummra

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shejustcalledmeafish · 4 years

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I want dark chocolate and I’m pissed because I don’t have any and also because all I can think about is fucking Fragments

#i want the dark siocled #it’s good for my seretonin levels that i’m pretty sure i have

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punk-chicken-radio · 6 years

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Hot Butter - Popcorn

TOS......and I really must play this Muppets version too.....

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#siocled saturday #pcr

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cynefincrafts-blog · 2 years

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So, whilst I have a small energy rush (fuelled by @melinllynon #siocled ), I'm painting! Doubt it'll last long! #covid #covidsucks (at North Wales) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWJqFd4srYY/?utm_medium=tumblr

#siocled #covid #covidsucks

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moonlightserenadeeznutz · 3 years

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Remus shows Sirius around Wales (Part 2)

For @daylily-evans

(Part 1)

~ Remus’s house was not dissimilar from all the other houses they had passed, medium sized and grey-stoned. But it still felt... different somehow. Sirius couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it felt like Remus. It felt like the Lupins. It felt like home.

The front garden was blooming with flowers, their scent mingling with the air and making the whole area feel like a dream. “Mam likes to garden,” explained Remus, which- judging by the sheer amount of meticulously cared for flowers- seemed like an understatement.

They crossed over the threshold as Lyall opened the door. Sirius had always imagined the inside of Remus’s house to look like a cross between a library and a normal muggle residence, what with Remus and his father being avid readers, and his mother being a proud preserver of her muggle heritage, and Sirius was happy to see that his imagination hadn’t been far off.

The entrance hall immediately opened up onto the living room, the walls of which were lined with bookshelves. And in the corner of the room, surrounded by a comfortable looking sofa and matching armchair, was a medium sized black box, perched atop a wooden table, which Sirius recognised to be a television. Sirius knew quite a bit about muggle objects and technology by now, keen as he was to learn about it all in order to spite his family. He remembered a half term during second year when Remus had written to him and explained what a television was so that he could excitedly share the news that his parents had finally bought a set. And Sirius was interested to see that this must have been that very set.

Remus had begun to carry his trunk upstairs, and Sirius followed him with his own trunk.

“I’ll cook your favourite tonight, carru,” called Hope, as Remus retreated onto the first floor landing.

“Diolch, mam,” he called back.

“What’s your favourite, carru?” Asked Sirius jokingly, though he was genuinely interested nonetheless.

“Spaghetti with my mam’s tomato sauce,” replied Remus. They’d reached his bedroom door. Of all the things that Sirius was most excited to see on this visit, Remus’s bedroom was definitely top of the list. Everything else: the living room, the house, the garden, the shops, the country; it was Remus intermingled with other people: his parents and his neighbours and Mrs. Hughes with the muffins. But Remus’s bedroom was one hundred percent pure Remus.

“My room,” said Remus, placing his trunk down with a thump. “Don’t get too excited,” he added, as if he’d been reading Sirius’s mind.

“Can’t make any promises, carru.” Remus opened the door and dragged his trunk through the doorway. Sirius followed suit and immediately looked around.

Yes. This room undoubtedly belonged to Remus Lupin. It was the opposite of Sirius and James’s room at the Potter’s house. Theirs was messy, disorganised, clothes everywhere and posters of Quidditch teams and punk bands plastering the walls. Remus had posters, but they had been put up with care rather than been used as an alternative to wallpaper. He had a poster of the Welsh National Quidditch team, and a chart above his desk mapping out the cycles of the moon, and clippings from The Daily Prophet on one of the walls. Above his dresser, upon which sat a record player and a few record sleeves (Sirius took a note to have a look at them later), a collection of Chocolate Frog cards had been stuck up in neat, horizontal lines. Everything in the room was neat.

A mark of a Hogwarts student was their home bedroom containing various things from childhood that were never thrown out or stored away during the short few weeks that one spent at home over those seven long school years. The newspaper clippings were all dated from 1971, with articles that Sirius could imagine an eleven year old Remus would be interested in: Man Claims to Know What Boggarts Really Look Like. Man Falls Five Thousand Feet from Broomstick and Lives. A bookshelf boasted a number of thick books, but on the very bottom self, some children’s books still remained. Tales of Beedle the Bard, a seperate copy of The Fountain of Fair Fortune (Sirius had never been allowed to read that one. His parents considered it to be blood traitorous and disgusting. In fact, Beedle the Bard as a whole had been banned entirely, save for The Warlock’s Hairy Heart, which depicted an incredibly powerful wizard who was desperate to preserve his magical lineage. It didn’t have a happy ending either. So it wasn’t surprising that Sirius’s parents approved of it). There were some Welsh titles that Sirius wasn’t able to read: Y Tri Mochyn Bach, and Charlie a’r Ffatri Siocled, as well as some other muggle stories. Or at least, Sirius assumed they were muggle. He didn’t recognise the titles: The Seven Swans, Jack and the Beanstalk, A Collection of Tales from the Brothers Grimm.

“This is your bed,” said Remus suddenly, shaking Sirius out of his reverie. Sirius turned to look at a mattress next to Remus’s bed. It was all made up with sheets and a duvet and a pillow.

“I would ask if it’s alright for you, but I expect you won’t be spending much time in it.” He raised his eyebrows and Sirius took the cue.

“Now, Moony, what would your mother say?”

“She’d say... peidwych â chael fy nhudalennau'n fudr.” He shot a swift smile at his friend before lifting his trunk onto his bed and beginning to unpack it.

~ The two didn’t have much time after unpacking to do anything, before Hope called them down for dinner.

Hope was a wonderful cook. Sirius had to stop himself from shovelling the meal down in one, not wanting to appear rude, but he certainly praised Hope generously once they had all finished eating. Hope was smitten.

“Sirius, carru, you’re such a gentleman! You found a good one here, Remus.” Remus smiled, embarrassed, but at the same time, silently agreeing.

~ Unlike Sirius’s parents, Hope and Lyall were respectful of boundaries. Once they’d said goodnight to the boys, Sirius and Remus went the rest of the night undisturbed, and Remus had been right: Sirius spent perhaps half an hour on his mattress before crawling into Remus’s bed. He wrapped his arms around Remus’s torso and rested his head on the boy’s shoulder.

“It’s lovely here,” Sirius murmured, tickling Remus’s cheek with his breath. “Wish we could swap lives.”

“You mean I get to stop being a werewolf and live with Prongs? Hm... I could go for that.”

“I mean I’d get to kiss myself.” Remus laughed, a laugh that was slightly cut off by Sirius raising his head to kiss him, as a demonstration of his previous statement. The room was quiet. Peaceful. Remus stroked Sirius’s hair.

“Tomorrow, I’ll show you around properly.”

~ (Part 3)

Welsh Translation:

Carru (pronounced Ka-ree): Love

Diolch (Di-ol-kh): Thanks/Thank you

Y Tri Mochyn Bach (Ee tree mo-kh-in ba-kh): The Three Little Pigs

Charlie a’r Ffatri Siocled (Charlie ar fa-tri sho-cled): Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Peidiwch â chael fy nhudalennau'n fudr (pay-doo-kh ah kh-eye-l fee nee-dah-len-eye-n fee-dr): Don’t get my sheets dirty.

Sorry if I haven’t got the pronunciation spot on. It’s very hard to describe.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar headcanon #sirius x remus #sirius black #remus lupin #welsh remus #wolfstar fluff #harry potter #hp fanfiction

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pinkestsorbet · 2 years

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Might stay in my onesie all day today idk depends if i get a package delievered

Today is a lazy day :) siocled yn fy bol <3

#spiltsorbet #SgwrsPinc

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pontydd-a-choed · 16 days

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Wythnos Naw

Sut mae! Heddiw dw i'n mynd i ysgrifennu am y diwrnod yn Slofenia.

Gadawon ni, ffrind a fi, yn gynnar yn y bore i ddal trên i Spielfeld-Straß, yno dalon i drên i Ljubljana. (Trên arbenniag achos dw i newydd ddysgu mae dim ond tri trên o'r mêc yn Slofenia.) Cyrhaiddon ni yn y bore hwyr. Ond roedd yn tywydd yn ddiflas. Dim glaw... ond... roedd hi'n wlyb iawn. Cyntaf, gwnaethon ni gerdded i'r gastell, ar mynydd wrth cwrs. Yno, yfon ni siocled poeth mewn drws i ddianc y glaw. Wedyn, cerddon ni yn ynghanol dre. Gwelon ni llawer o bethau, prynon ni gardiau post a bwyton ni mewn caffi.

Ar ôl gweld llawer bethau e.g. llysgenhadaeth yr Almaen (efo arth yn y ardd, eglwys uniongred serbaidd, parc Tivoli a mwy. Dalon ni drên i Maribor, dinas mawr arall yn Slofenia. Yno, aethon ni i Lidl (achos pam lai...) i brynu ychydig o bethau. Wedyn, gwnaethon ni redeg ynghanol dre i weld rhywbeth cyn i ein bws ni adael. Gyda'r bws, aethon ni'n ôl i Awstria. Roedd diwrnod arbennig (heb y tywydd) a dw i eisiau mynd i Slofenia eto.

Geiriau newydd:

dianc - escape llysgenhadaeth, llysgenadaethau, eb - embassy uniongred - orthodox serbaidd - Serbian

#cymraeg #corrections welcome #welsh #learning #writing practice #wythnos 9 #walisisch #dysgwr

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fortytworedvines · 3 years

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Tag game

I was tagged by @slightlyintimidating, @pers-books and @batnbreakfast. Thanks guys!

Last song listened to: Y fasged siopa, sung by sprog. She told me I couldn't have siocled in my fasged siopa. I told her I definitely would, thank you. This morning I listened to Can you point your fingers and do the twist.

Last film watched: Blue Murder, on last week's zoom, booze, no doom. It was, well... it was that.

Currently reading: Just finished a read through of Tamora Pierce's Tortall books (Alanna, Daine and Kel). A great universe to hide in.

Currently watching: Series 8 Taskmaster

Current craving: A break. A nice weekend away somewhere quiet with a comfy bed and unlimited amounts of sleep and good food (and no kids). *sigh*

Tagging: @professorflimflam @lapalfruity @rauzadian @beezarre

#tag game #personal

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norafike · 3 years

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Been practicing with my writing and this has more mature themes but isn't full om smut. But I'm proud of it so you guys are gonna have to suffer too 😗

Word count; 665

Tags; themes of sex

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“Lem.” Nora sighed, letting out a brief gasp as his lips lay a couple of kisses to her neck and down to her collarbone.

Maggie had sent them out to find a rival moonshine operation hiding in Bayou Nwa and unfortunately, that meant the pair would need to question some locals of Saint Denis, but Lem clearly had other plans as told when he had instead taken her hand and gently pulled her into an alleyway out of the way of curious eyes.

She let out a shriek from his movements and he smirked, taking her response as a compliment. It had been some time since he was last with a woman and worried that he was out of practice but from her desperate gasp for air and the way her nails dug into his shoulder that was exposed from her tugging his sleeve, he considered himself to not be as bad as he initially thought.

Eventually he had finished and she shuddered against him, holding him close as she took in a few deep breaths coming down from that high.

“Didn't think I was that good,” Lem whispered breathlessly into her ear, chuckling shortly after. She nodded slowly, leaning her head against the wall behind her with a bright smile on her face.

“I didn't think you were that good, too.” He in turn, chuckled too before finally pulling away running his hand over his forehead to brush away the hair that clung to his sweat. Now that he wasn't supporting her, Nora gently slid down the wall to sit on the ground adjusting her skirt as she fell but not bothering with anything else. While she looked an absolute mess with her clothes dishevelled, he appeared to be absolutely fine, save for his hair being more out of place then usual and the bright red tint to his cheeks.

“Come on, let's just head on back home.. tell Maggie we didn't find anything,” Lem said as he finished sorting out the last of his clothes. She was in no mood to argue if anything more eager to return back to camp with Lem so they could continue, so she nodded gently.

She continued to look up at him while she lazily buttoned up her shirt, a bright smile glued to her face. When Lem noticed the smile he couldn't help the warm feeling inside him, forgetting to be polite and offer his hand to pull her up as he was so entranced by how beautiful she looked sitting there, dishevelled but radiant.

“You been staring a while, Lem, you alright?” She asked, speaking in a thicker accent than the usual and with her gentle voice he was drawn out of his trance.

“Y-Yes, of course. Let me help you up, Nor,” he answered quickly, finally taking hold of both her hands and pulling her to her feet.

She thanked him, flattening out the creases in her skirt and putting her hat back on so she didn't need to worry about fixing her hair.

“Marcel's gonna give us grief about this for weeks, I can tell you that for sure.” Nora whistled once the left the alley and Llaeth-Siocled trotted over and let out a whinny when he was near, nuzzling into Nora who giggled against his affection.

“Can't wait to hear that conversation, unless we don't tell him,” Lem swung himself into the saddle before Nora had a chance but was still acting chivalrous by helping her onto the horses rump.

“Maggie's gonna know, she'll tell Cripps and he'll tell every person we know.”

“Y-Yeah, give it a few days and everyone across New Hanover's gonna know,”

“Could be worse, could be everyone from Annesburg to Tumbleweed.”

Lem nodded slowly, letting out a small exhale of air. “Now that would be a nightmare.”

“I had fun with you today,” she said whilst rubbing a hand against his shoulder. He couldn't agree more.

“Good, because I plan to do all that again with you.”

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